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dogs or deers? or rats?
sirius finds out your opinion on dogs, and safe to say, he is not happy.
words: 1.1k
genre: fluff
cw: swearing(?)
a/n: reader does not know about the furry little problem yet! this could honestly be poly! marauders or sirius black x reader. whatever you prefer.
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This dilemma of finishing your essay had been plaguing your mind while you scribbled mindlessly on your parchment when you heard the door unlock.
"Hello-" before the words could leave your mouth, a limp body has thrown itself at you with a thump on the bed.
"Sirius, what the hell?" The words leave your mouth, but your hands find themselves in his hair as usual, removing strands of them from his face to see him more clearly. He looks up from where he had buried his face and leans to press his lips to yours. He breaks it off for a second just to say, "I missed you so much, my sweetest angel," and kisses you again.
"Oi, let us see her face too." says James as he settles himself beside Remus on the couch after he had draped a blanket over Remus. He didn't look that bad, but the tired and weary expression on his face was unmistakable.
You were treading water as you looked at Remus and extended a hand to beckon him to you, but Sirius was quick to snatch it to himself and say,
"No, first me, then you can do whatever." Sirius says as he wraps himself around you even closer, but you only laugh and say,
"Your time never ends, Sirius."
He lets out a scuff of disbelief before resorting to kissing your neck, trailing down to your shoulders, no answer to your accusation.
"What happened?" You ask James and Remus, breaking them from their conversation.
James was quick to answer, "Oh our dear Moony got himself into a tussle with this giant dog. Scratched him up a bit." For some odd reason, Remus only laughed at this.
"Oh my god, are you alright? Are you hurt?" You ask, your voice incredulous, mostly because that sounds like something Sirius, or James would do, not Remus.
Worry and annoyance both flooded your brain, but the former took over and you made a movement to get up and go towards Remus, but that was hard to do when you had a whole human being draped around you.
"Sirius, get off of me." He whined in defense and only tightened his grip and responded, "Don't worry about him, he's fine."
"I'm alright, sweetheart." Remus assures you from his seat, "And I'd rather just stretch for a while." He stretches his shoulders back and a groan of relief escapes him.
You take that as a confirmation and settle down, still skeptical of his answer. The silence doesn't go on for too long before you speak up,
"See, this is why I don't like dogs."
To someone else, it would've seemed like this was the biggest breaking news ever because Sirius stopped his ministrations and immediately distanced himself from you. Remus' eyebrows were raised with an amused smile, and James was looking directly at Sirius with a somewhat pitiful face.
"What did you say?" He asks, his voice flabbergasted.
You looked as if a deer in headlights, dumbfounded by his dramatic question,
"I said I don't like dogs that much."
"Angel, how could you say that?" He asks, his eyes holding an expression of betrayal, a bit too dramatic.
You chuckle at his question, and say,
"I didn't know you had such dispositions for dogs." Your eyebrow raised in amusement as a smile adorned your lips.
James was pissing himself laughing on the couch, his hands clutching his chest to catch his breath. You looked at him, your expression amused and confused.
"How could you not like dogs? They're-" his hands fumble around as if to prove a point, "They're lovely!" You roll your eyes, having heard that argument, as if that's enough of an explanation.
"I'm not saying they're not lovely, they're just, you know," you shrug, "not for me."
Sirius' jaw hung open in disbelief and James was now on the half on the floor and half on the couch as his laugh got higher and higher.
"This is the funniest thing I will ever witness." He struggles to get out in between fits of laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?" You asked, feeling a bit out of the loop as to why this is such a big deal.
"It's just they're so clingy, and loud and obnoxious. I just want to come home and relax, and not have someone jumping through hoops for my attention." You continued to explain yourself, looking around for answers.
Now it was Remus' turn to release a bark of laughter as he joined James in his world. Tears had formed around Remus' eyes, his face red and James' glasses were nearly falling off, but he didn't seem to care. Remus could not get over how you had just described Sirius, just in a different form.
"Shut up, you two." Sirius barked at James and Remus which only caused their joy to increase. He turned to regard you,
"Angel, take it back, say you don't mean that."
Now even you were laughing at the situation.
"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too personally?"
James was now punching the sofa cushion as Remus' head fell back, his entire body shaking with laughter, "How else would he take it?" he says, to whom in particular you're not sure.
"Well, it's because they're lovely. Dogs are great." He defends himself, crossing his arms with a huff.
"Well I'm happy you've found your passion for animals, but dogs aren't my favourite. I'm sorry, okay?"
You extend your hand to touch his face, a form of apology, but he only pulls away,
"I can't believe you'd say that to my face, angel." He put his hands in in defense, "And fuck you two, too." He says to James and Remus. Remus was wiping his tears and James was adjusting his glasses, finally breaking their spell of laughter.
Sirius had refused your affections(which he regretted deeply now), because he now saw James take the opportunity and settle himself on your lap. He was still grinning like a maniac, much to Sirius' annoyance, when he suddenly asked,
"What do you think about deers, or stags?" You stopped running your hands through his hair as pure confusion filled your brain,
"What kind of question IS THAT?" Now it was Sirius' turn to laugh, he clapped his hands in delight,
"I'm just asking! I can't have your opinion?" He says, forcing your hands to comb through his hair again, but your mind couldn't figure out how the conversation goes from dogs to deers.
"I don't know James, I don't think about deers that often."
"You wound me, princess." says James dramatically, as he imitates being stabbed in his heart.
"What about rats?" You heard from the door, seeing Peter come in. He must have heard a little bit of their conversation.
His question only confused you further, if that was even possible.
"You went from dogs, to deers, and now rats." You raise your hands in defeat,
"I can't do this anymore"
Remus throws his head back laughing, his eyes crinkled, and you think that might be the only good thing to come out of the whole debacle.
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this is part three. for part two, click here!
pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20s)
word count:Â 4.5k
summary: rafe brings you breakfast and problems arise
warnings: dead dove, do not eat. stalker!rafe, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, manipulation. use of the word 'bitch'. rafe is trying but he's still a freak, mention of drugs
a note: i'm so pissed about episode 10 btw
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Two hundred and eighty-nine days.
Youâve been going through something.
Itâs been 289 days since Rafe decided to keep you, to hide you away in his room like a little doll, to keep you on his shelf just for his eyes only. You were so resistant at first, always crying and squirming while he tied you to his bed, always trying to fight back. He tried everything he could think of to calm you down; asking nicely, trying to hold you, pinning you down and covering your mouth. The only thing that ever worked was cocaine, holding you down and rubbing it all over your gums. You were his little druggie, and he was smitten. For a while.
For the past few weeks, Rafe has been slowly trying to ween you off of it. You were getting too addicted, too addicted to something that wasnât him. As much as he loved you, he didnât like wasting his cocaine on you just to get you to calm down. He wanted things to be different. He wanted you to enjoy being with him in his big, beautiful house in Figure 8, a far cry from your modest childhood home in The Cut. He didnât want to hold you here anymore, against your will, he wanted you to willingly be his. Rafe was a strong, powerful, handsome, rich man. Why were you resisting? Is he not good enough for you? Is there something wrong with him? Is he not what you want, what you need?
The cold metal of the handcuffs bite at your skin as you squirm, tied up to the headboard. Although you spent most of your time tied up on your side of the bed, he moved you around a lot; keeping you on the floor underneath his desk as he worked, leaving you on the bathroom floor after youâve been particularly resistant, and even keeping you under his bed when the police first came knocking after you âdisappearedâ. People were looking for you, JJ and John B especially, but they would never find you. Rafe would make sure of it.Â
He let you up once, watching you with a sharp eye as you padded around his bedroom, stretching your legs out, your arms still bound. You spent your limited time standing in front of the window, looking outside, daydreaming about the day you finally get to go home. You were only free for 10 minutes before Rafe got nervous, picking you up and throwing you on the bed, squishing you with his body weight as you squirmed and wiggled.
Sunlight pours in through the windows, the curtains moving slowly with the fresh spring air. You havenât been outside since last September, and now as July creeps up, youâre not sure if youâll ever get out of Rafeâs room. The last 289 days have all felt like a blur, one second it was Halloween, the next second it's Christmas and Rafe is opening your gift for you as you sob, scream, and beg him for mercy. His present to you was a gold necklace spelling out Rafe, as well as a matching gold ring. You screamed and cried and tried to bite him as he put the necklace on, but it didnât deter Rafe. He jotted all of your misbehaviour down to withdrawals, and he would pack you full of drugs to keep you pliant, satiated, and quiet. Heâs never been more happy to not have neighbours.Â
His punishment was enough to convince you to keep the necklace on. You spent two days locked in the bathroom, stuck in the bathtub, arms and legs tied behind your back. You sobbed when you saw him, mostly out of relief, and you screamed and begged for him to forgive you. He thought you looked so cute like that, your eyes red, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he forgave you very easily.Â
The door softly opens as Rafe steps through, carrying a TV tray packed full of breakfast. Rafe wasnât the best cook, but he was trying to learn, just for you. After all, he couldnât hire a private chef if his unwilling girlfriend was tied up upstairs. He smiles at you, carrying the tray over and setting it down on his side of the bed, smoothing down the duvet. âMorninâ, angel. You hungry?â
âFuck off.â You say, shooting him a glare before looking away from him.Â
Oh, he hates when you do this. When you glare at him like heâs the worst person alive. When you keep silent, refusing to even look at him. It drives him crazy. Why doesnât his angel love him, why doesnât his angel want him? What is he doing wrong? He sighs, giving you a disapproving look. âThat wasnât very polite, angel, and I was trying to do something nice for you.â He takes a seat on the bed, grabbing the tray and setting it in between the two of you.
âIâm not hungry.â You say, although itâs a lie. You rejected his lunch and dinner offerings the night before, and the French toast in front of you smelled so fucking good.
He lets out a breathy laugh. âNow, donât lie to me, baby. I know youâre hungry. I know youâve been starving yourself, tryna prove youâre all big and strong, but Iâm not gonna let you do that.â He pushes the tray closer to you. âArenât you tired of being all stubborn and difficult? I just want to take care of you.â
âI want to go home, Rafe.â You say.
âYou are home, baby.â He says, his eyes hard, although there was some hurt behind his tone. He hated your constant cries to go home, hated hearing you ask for the outside world when all he wanted was to keep you here, to keep you safe and to keep you his. âWhy do you want to leave so badly? Youâll be safer here, you donât have to worry about anything ever again.â In Rafeâs eyes, he saved you, and he wanted you to save your soul for the devil in him.
âYou canât just kidnap me and expect me to be okay with it!â You say, your voice wavering as you start to cry again. âI wonât cling to you like some love-blind addict.â
His eyes soften a little when you cry, his heart beating a little bit faster at the look on your face. God, he just wanted you to love him. He didnât know why he was being so stubborn, why he couldnât just force you like he normally would. He bites his tongue, trying not to say anything too harsh. âI donât want you to cling to me like some love-blind addict. I want you to love me because you want to, not because you have to.â
âYou canât kidnap me and expect me to be okay with it.â You say again.
âWell, I have, and youâre still here, arenât you?â He says, his jaw tight, trying to keep himself calm. âIâve been nothing but nice to you, but youâre still not happy. What else do you want from me, angel?â
âI just want to go home!â You say, tears starting to stream down your cheeks.
He scoffs, his words coming out harsh and fast. Heâs starting to get annoyed with your attitude. âYou are home, you selfish little brat. Iâm trying to keep you safe, all I do is try to protect you, and you keep acting like this, like Iâm the bad guy!â Rafe scoots closer to you on the bed, putting the TV tray closer to your legs. âNow, youâre going to eat your breakfast like a good little bitch, and then youâre going to thank me after. Are we clear?â
You hesitate, sniffling as the tears travel down your cheeks onto your neck. He sighs watching you cry. God, he hated seeing you cry. He hated how desperate you looked, how beautiful you looked. He was just trying to keep you safe and happy, trying to keep you his. He reaches up towards you, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at him. âI asked you a question, angel. Are. We. Clear?â
You nod. You were starving, and Rafe was even nice enough to bring you your favourite coffee. You should just say yes and try to get on his good side. âYeah. Weâre clear.â
Rafeâs eyes soften when you agree, finally giving in. He liked it when you listened to him, when you were calm and sweet and obedient. He brushes under your eyes with his thumb, wiping away some of the tears. He doesnât miss how beautiful you look when you cry. âGood girl.â he murmurs, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. You always look your prettiest when youâre obedient.Â
You hate the way it makes your heart flutter. Shame is sharp, and your skin gives in so easily.
He uncuffs your ankles, letting you sit up and get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you could be. Your arms were still being painfully yanked, tied up onto the headboard, but at least you werenât laying down anymore. âNow, are you gonna be a good girl and eat your breakfast?â He asks, glancing down at the food.Â
You nod, trying to get more comfortable. He watches as you shift and squirm, biting the inside of his cheek. He hated that you were still tied up. He hated having you like this. He wanted you to be free, to walk around, to be able to do what you want to do, but he didnât trust you not to run away yet. He didnât want to keep you tied up forever. Rafe sighs, taking the mug of coffee and handing it to you. âHere, baby, drink some coffee first.â
You carefully take a sip, trying to not burn your mouth. He smiles a little, watching you sip on your coffee happily. Youâre doing so good so far this morning. Not so much crying, no screaming, no begging, just a little hiccup in the beginning. He liked this; liked seeing you docile and quiet. âGood?â He asks, tilting his head at you.
You nod, licking your lips. You were a bit surprised that Rafe remembered your coffee order. âYeah. Really good. Thank you.â
Heâs a bit shocked when you thank him, his heart hammering a little bit faster and his chest warming. âYeah? Youâre welcome, angel,â He feels himself smile, his hand twitching a little, wanting to reach out and caress your cheek, touch your hair. He forces himself to stay where he is. You take another sip of the coffee. He continues to watch you, feeling his chest warm again. He was always a bit thrown off whenever you thanked him, because it didnât happen often. That was his fault, he knew that. He was always taking you against your will, having to force you into things. âKeep drinking your coffee, baby.â He says softly, wanting to keep you calm and quiet.
You finish the coffee and Rafe sets the mug aside on your bedside table. He shifts around, sitting cross-legged as he cuts up a piece of French toast. Your mouth waters as you sit up straighter. âDid you use the--â
âThe brown sugar maple syrup?â He smirks. âYes, angel, I did,â He stabs a piece with the fork before bringing it up to your mouth, one hand cupped underneath to catch any crumbs. âSay ahh.â
You eagerly open your mouth, closing your lips around the fork and pulling the piece into your mouth. Itâs delicious, and you lean your head back against the headboard as you chew, eyes closed.
He feels his heart skip a beat when you lean your head back. God, you looked so perfect. So goddamn pretty. He could stare at you forever. âGood?â He asks, his gaze lingering on your throat as you swallow. He wanted to bite you, mark you up as his. But he had to be patient. You didnât fully trust him yet, and he was eager to break you.
You nod, opening your eyes. âReally good.â
He smiles, leaning forward and wiping a little maple syrup off your lips. He lets his hand linger on your face, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. He wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss you, but he didnât want to ruin this. He didnât want to ruin how good you were being. âGood. Iâm glad you like it, angel,â He moves his attention to the small ramekin of fruit, stabbing a couple pieces. âAlright. This one next.â
You accept the fruit, eyeing up the rest of the TV tray. You swallow, shifting again. âYou didnât have to do all of this for me, Rafe.â
He knows he didnât have to. He knows that he couldâve just given you shitty breakfast sausages and an apple and called it a day, but he wanted to make you feel good, wanted to make you trust him more. He hated that the only time you were sweet and quiet was when you were hopped up on drugs. He wanted you sweet and quiet without the drugs, he wanted you to love him the way he loved you. âI know I didnât have to, angel. I just wanted to.â
You eat some more of the fruit. âWell⌠thank you.â
He feels himself smile again, your quiet gratitude still throwing him a bit off kilter. Why did you have to be so goddamn cute, making him feel all soft? He could imagine what it would be like if you were willingly with him, letting him dote on you the way he wanted. He would cook you food every morning, give you gifts, hold you in his arms every night. It would be so perfect, if only you would just be a good girl and submit. âYouâre welcome, baby.â
You finish the rest of your breakfast in silence, leaning into his hand as he wipes your mouth for you. You shouldnât be doing this, willing leaning towards your stalker, but⌠you canât deny how nice it feels for him to be kind to you. For him to not be screaming at you, holding you down while you cry, drugging you into submission. But if you wanted to get out, you had to play the long game. You had to get him to trust you enough so he would uncuff you, and then you had to wait for the perfect opportunity to run.
He watches you finish your breakfast, watching you lean into his hand when he wiped your mouth. His gaze lingered on your lips for as long as he could manage, feeling himself want to kiss you. You were doing so good, you were sitting so pretty and being so sweet and quiet. He wanted you like this all the time, wanted you to be his good little girl and obey him all the time. But he knew it would take time, it would take weeks to break you.
Rafe piles the dishes high on the TV tray, setting it aside. You lick your lips, shifting on the bed again. Your arms were killing you, pulled tight behind your back, your shoulders aching. Maybe if you were good, he would uncuff you. You take a deep breath before speaking, âAny plans today?â
He notices your discomfort right away, but he didnât want to risk untying you when you could run away. But you had been so good this morning, he would hate to ruin it. He glances over at you before standing, the TV tray balancing in his hands. âI have a few meetings with my attorney today, but other than that, I was gonna hang around here.â
You nod. This might be harder than you thought. âAttorney?â
âYeah,â He tilts his head at you, watching you for a moment. He didnât want to leave you alone, but he couldnât exactly have his attorney come over and risk spotting you. âIâve got some stuff⌠going on with my dadâs estate and life insurance stuff. Iâve got to talk to the attorney about legal stuff.â
Oh. Right. You remember the day Ward died, how the entire island seemed to come to a screeching halt, rumours starting to spread of the Kook Princeâs breakdown. You had felt bad for him back then, back before he kidnapped you. Now, you didnât feel as bad, but you needed to lie your way into getting out of his stupid house. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be,â he says. âItâs not your fault. Kinda glad that fucker is gone anyway.â He sighs, picking the TV tray up and standing. âIâll be out for a few hours, though. Appointments at 3:30.â
You nod, watching as he heads out of the bedroom, stomping down the stairs. You let out a shaky breath. Rafeâs nice guy act was just that, an act, as fake as the lifestyle he lives and the image he portrays. You were being punished, by Rafe and the universe, punished for being stupid and naive enough to think that you were special, that he would treat you any differently than he treats the others. No matter what he said, you knew deep down that he didnât love you. He just wanted to get you weak, groggy, and docile so he could take off your clothes and hurt you. If you gave in, he would just hurt and abuse you until he got bored. He would tare off chunks of you to eat before you were nothing but bones.Â
You hear him moving around downstairs, putting the dishes in the sink before opening the fridge. You wonder what heâs doing, what heâs getting up to when you canât see him. You canât help it. You squirm on the bed as you hear him heading up the stairs again, looking over at the door as he enters.
He smiles softly when he sees you, his little bride, his sweet divine. âYouâre squirming again, angel.â
âThe handcuffs hurt,â You say.Â
Rafe sighs, chewing the inside of his cheek. He didnât want you to run, but he didnât want you to be uncomfortable. You would have a much harder time submitting to him if your wrists were permanently rubbed raw. He pulls the key off of his neck, looped through an old necklace chain. âLean forward, baby,â You lean forward, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he unlocks one wrist. He quickly pulls it away from the headboard before reattaching it to your wrist. You were still bound, still his, but he was hoping this would help you finally give in. âThere we go. Is that better?â
You nod, relaxing your shoulders. It was still uncomfortable to have your hands behind your back, but this was light-years ahead of being trapped in his bed. âMuch better.â
âYou didnât try to run.â He says.Â
You didnât have time to run. âNo, I didnât.â
He tugs you closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He presses your face into his chest, kissing the top of your head. âGood girl.â Your head spins. He smells so good, and heâs so warm, and fuck you missed being held. You lean against his chest, burying your face into his sternum. He kisses your head again before stroking your hair, one arm tight around your shoulders.
Rafe opens his mouth to speak when thereâs a sudden pounding on the front door. Your breath hitches and your stomach drops. You look at him, at the confusion streaking across his handsome face. âWho is it?â
He clenches his jaw, his hands forming into fists and flexing. He walks over to the window, peeking through the curtain, looking down at the driveway.
Shit.
A Kildare County Sheriffâs Department squad car sits in his driveway, and he watches as two officers climb out, a thick manilla envelope in hand. Fuck. Fuck. âStay here, baby,â He says, watching you as he walks back towards the door. âJust stay quiet, and Iâll take care of it, okay?â
You watch helplessly as he heads out of the room, stomping down the stairs.
He walks down the stairs, opening the front door to confront the cops. âOfficers,â he says smoothly, holding back the dread that was growing in his chest. âHow can I help you today?â
The officer on the left, L. Hughes according to his name tag, speaks first. âMr. Cameron?â
âYes. Thatâs me,â He says, forcing a smile on his face as he leans against the door frame. âMay I ask what this is about, officer?â
Hughes starts to open the envelope. âWeâre just doing some rounds, sir. Handinâ these out,â he pulls out a large stack of 8 by 11s. He takes a sheet off the top and hands it to Rafe. âDo you know this girl?â
Rafe takes the paper before looking down at it. His fingers clench, his grip tightening. Itâs a missing flyer for you, your smiling face staring at him. It had all of your info; name, age, height and weight, as well as the day you were last seen in Kildare, September 18th. The bottom of the flyer has the Sheriffâs Department phone number and email. Did Peterkin rat him out?
âNo, I uhâŚâ Rafe clears his throat. âDonât recognise her. Sorry, guys.â
âSheâs uh⌠from The Cut,â The officer on the right, J. Patrick, says. âDo you know anyone down there whoâs uh⌠particularly violent?â
Rafeâs grip tightens. He could easily point them in the direction of JJ and John B, hell, maybe even Pope would go down too. âI mean, a few of âem, yeah. They can get pretty aggressive. Thought sheâs just missinâ, though.â
âWeâre hoping thatâs the case,â Hughes says. âBut you know⌠itâs been 9 months since she disappeared. People are starting to talk, rumours about this girl gettinâ killed. You sure you donât recognise her?â
They know something. Heâs sure of it. Rafe looks at the flyer again. âNah, I donât recognise her. I donât really get to that side of the island very much.â
âWell, the thing is, Mr. Cameron,â Patrick says. âIs that we got an anonymous tip. They said that they were up here not too long ago, and they saw someone that looked a lot like her in your upstairs window. Weâre just here to check it out.â
Rafeâs blood runs cold. What the hell? Peterkin didnât rat him out, did she? He swallows thickly, clenching his jaw. âAlright, come on in then, but I guarantee you thereâs nobody in the house but me.â
Fuck. Fuck. His plan was falling apart right before his eyes. He was just starting to break you down, and now you were going to be ripped away from him. He steps aside and lets the officers in, setting your missing person flyer on the table. He leads them upstairs, hands clenched tightly in a fist, his nails digging into his palms. He didnât want to lose you, he didnât want the officers to even see you, his little rebel laying in the sun.
Youâre still on the edge of the bed, listening. You stand up when you hear the officers coming, the beeps of their radios sounding so incredibly loud. Your legs shake as you stand in the middle of the room, frozen in place, clad in only one of Rafeâs t-shirts and a pair of panties.Â
You could escape. You could get out of here. You could go home, back to your family, back to JJ, John B, and Pope. You would be able to sleep in your own bed, and take a shower without having Rafe holding you, washing your body and hair for you as you cried and sobbed.Â
You could be free.Â
But you canât do it. You donât want to leave Rafe, and you donât know why. He kidnapped you, kept you full of cocaine and benzos to keep you quiet and asleep your first few months here. He was hurting you, using you as a little pawn in his game. But you didnât want to leave him. You know youâll probably regret it, but you couldnât leave him behind when he looks at you like youâre the only woman in the world for him.
Is he the one? Is he everything youâve ever wanted?
Will you regret this?
The doorknob twists, and you suddenly crawl under the bed, the bed skirt cascading down the side to cover you.
The officers look around the room. Hughes takes a few glances around, Patrickâs back facing where you are, hiding underneath the bed. They look everywhere but underneath the bed, and Rafeâs heart pounds in his chest, blood rushing in his ears. Why were they here? Why were they doing this?
Rafe had to stay calm. He canât lose you, he canât. âSee? Told you, itâs just me here.â
âAlright,â Hughes sighs. âGuess it was just a mistake. Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Cameron.â Their voices fade as they leave the room, and you lay under the bed, paralysed with fear. But was it because of Rafe, or because of the officers?
He walks them downstairs, saying goodbye before shutting and locking the door. He quickly heads back upstairs, watching through the window as the squad car drives away. He looks out the window again before walking over to the bed, kneeling down. âCome out, angel.âÂ
He lifts the bed skirt as you crawl out, body shaking. âAre they gone?â
He reaches out, grabbing your shoulders and hoisting you up. âYeah. Theyâre gone, baby.â He sighs, cupping your face. âYou did so good hiding like that.â
You lean into his calloused palms. âThank you.â
He feels his heart flutter when you lean into his hands, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin of your cheek and jaw. âYouâre such a good girl, angel. Iâm so proud of you.â He pulls you close, kissing your forehead.
You let out a shaky breath. âI donât think I wanna leave.â
Those words almost stop his heart, tears welling in his eyes. Heâs wanted this, for you to admit that you wanted to stay with him, that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. âYou-You want to stay?â He canât help how small his voice sounds, the vulnerability leaking out of it.
You nod, burying your face in his shoulder.
Heâs speechless, so shocked that this is actually happening, that heâs finally got what heâs been wanting this whole time. He doesnât hesitate to snake his arms around you, holding you close and burying his face in your hair, his breathing shaky. âYouâre serious, angel? You donât want to leave? You want to stay with me?â
You nod again. âYeah, Rafey.â
He loves when you call him that, a whine of pleasure building in his throat. He nuzzles his face in your neck, kissing you sweetly. âOh god, baby. You canât imagine how happy that makes me. Thank you, baby, thank you so much. Iâve been trying so hard for so long, thank you.â He murmurs against your skin, his heart feeling light and happy, like he could finally breathe.
You knew you were betting on a losing dog. You would never make it out of this house, but maybe you could live with that.
Rafe would always find you anyway.
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A Weekend In Paradise (Summer of Sin Bonus Chapter)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: A couples' weekend vacation with Y/N, her fake boyfriend, her mom, and her real boyfriend, who also happens to be her mom's boyfriend... What could possibly be more relaxing? Category: MATURE (18+) Content: Strong language, cheating, female masturbation, kinda non-con (previously mentioned masturbation is happening while an unaware party is asleep in the same bed), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, omorashi/piss kink, daddy kink, "little girl" nickname, car sex, grinding, brief handjob, praise, biting/marking. (This one is pure fucking filth, y'all, buckle UP LMAO) Word Count: 7k
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NOTE: I know summer is literally over and we're all in autumn mode, but better late than never, right? ANYWAY, it's been an absolute pleasure re-reading this series and finishing it out with more shenanigans. These two and their messy asses are always so much fun to write, and I think about them all the time. In the timeline, this chapter takes place between parts 2 and 3 of âYour Favoriteâ if you want to put it in sequence with the other parts :) Have fun, and thank you for being patient with me. I hope this was worth the wait!
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FRIDAY
The only thing warmer than the blazing sun above me, the only thing that could burn me to the greatest extent until I was nothing but a pile of ash, is the way Spencer is staring at me right now.
Mom is reading a book quietly, laying her legs over his lap as they lounge on the loveseat, and Andrew is with me on the patio, rubbing sunscreen on my limbs. Even though we're far enough apart so no one can hear any conversation from the other party, the unspoken jealousy radiating from both Spencer and I is loud enough to drown out an entire concert venue.
Maybe it's cruel, and I'll probably catch shit for it later, but I can't stop smiling. It's easy for me to imagine that it's his hands gliding over my skin while I'm staring directly at him, and he's returning said stare with so much intensity that it might as well be magically willing my bathing suit to come off. Andrew's deft fingers tease the thin string at the edge of my hip and I laugh, playfully reaching back to swat at his hand.
"They're right inside, you know..."
He gets up to look, but still feeling Spencer's red-hot gaze, I quickly turn Andrew around and kiss him deeply, cradling his face in my hands and pressing into him with a laugh.
He pulls away just enough to speak. "Well, then let's go somewhere they aren't..."
"Mmm... Might be too obvious. He's smart, he'll know something's up if we're quick to run off."
"If you're quick to run off, you mean..."
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just an innocent bystander..." Andrew leans in and pecks my mouth sweetly, his voice just as gentle when he speaks. "Your only goal this weekend is to taunt him, and he knows it." Another peck. "If you run off with me this easily, you figure he'll be onto our little scheme." And another. "But if you play it right and act all inconvenienced by my... urgency..." Another kiss, this one a bit longer and definitely more sensual. "He might just feel bad enough to make it up to you later."
"You think?"
"I don't actually know. Probably." He reaches for my hands and helps me off the lounge swing, and I feel wobbly. "But what I do know is that you think too much. That man wants you so bad, he's going to find a way to spend time alone with you this weekend, whether we're making out in front of him or not. Just... Loosen up. Have a little fun."
The two of us are attached at the hip as we sneak out of eyesight from the patio screen door, and from Mom and Spencer.
"Loosen up? Do you realize how serious this situation is, Andy? One wrong move and my life is over."
"Look. I'm not judging you, and it's none of my business. But you put yourself in this situation on your own. And I'm happy to help you out, but you have to trust me. Can you do that?"
He's not wrong. I could stop this at any point, and I could've from the start if I wanted to... But I don't want to, and that's just it. I've dug the hole, and if it means getting to spend time alone with Spencer for even the smallest amount of time, I'd gladly lay down and die in it.
So. 'Loosen up and have a little fun' it is.
I take a deep breath and smile up at Andrew, patting him on the shoulder. "Yes. I can do that."
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"I can't do it."
"Mmmmm, you and I both know that isn't true. You've come much faster under more stressful circumstances. Should be easy for you."
He's not wrong, yet I can't help but frown at Spencer's request anyway. I've been in a shitty mood all day, despite my discussion with Andrew earlier on. It's nearing nightfall, and with hardly any attention from the person I wanted it from, to say I'm now desperate is a severe understatement. There's still some time left until the two of us can properly sneak away, but even so, we have a moment alone and all he wants is to watch me get myself off in the bathroom upstairs while Mom and Andrew set the table out on the porch for a small, late dinner.
"Yeah, but you usually help me with that..."
Spencer only grins at my whining, tilting his head as he stands at the sink with his arms crossed, watching my hand at work. "If you're going to flaunt your boyfriend at me all weekend, then you're going to deal with the consequences."
"You're fucking my mom, Spencer, and you flaunt it at me every fucking day of my life... Cut me some slack."
"Aw. You're grumpy."
"Fuck you."
"You wish, don't you?"
I huff and get up off the edge of the bathtub, flipping my skirt back down and shaking my head. "You know what, forget it. If you wanna be difficult, then you can suck my dick."
"I'm not giving you what you want until I watch you come."
"Whatever."
I breeze past him and shut the door, hoping he'll follow and pull me into a bedroom and just fuck me anyway, but deep down I know he won't. He's a man of his word. It's simultaneously the best and worst thing about him.
The rest of the evening passes by slowly, which only sours my mood even more every time I look at my phone and realize that only a few minutes have passed.
I'd thought at least maybe Spencer would ease up and take the role of "Eve's Loving and Devoted Boyfriend" to the bare minimum, however that's promptly not the case. I don't know if he's doing it to piss me off and get me to cave, or if he's just over my bullshit and being his genuine, caring self to the woman he's in a relationship with... Either way, I practically feel my insides boiling over and my face burning red. I'm jealous, I'm grumpy as he so eloquently put it, and I'm so sexually frustrated that I'm seriously considering just running off to my bedroom and pulling out a vibrator, Spencer be damned. Fuck his rules, fuck his 'consequences', and fuck this whole damned weekend straight to hell.
My eyes wander to the lounge swing where Spencer and Mom are almost falling asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, and an inordinately evil image etches itself into my brain. Evil might sound harsh, but it's truly the only accurate word I could use to describe the feeling as it runs its course through my bloodstream. And when the breeze picks up and cools me off, within a mere second I realize just how insane I'd be for even entertaining it.
Even as our two groups say our goodbyes for the night, and I recount the day's failure to Andrew just before he falls asleep, I'm still going back and forth.
Loosen up. Have a little fun.
The situation at hand is decidedly not fun.
That being said, the possible look on Spencer's face after I'd do what I'm thinking? Taking his rules and throwing them in his face? That sounds fun.
My mind is already made up by the time I reach their door, gently pushing it open and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, which isn't terribly bad to start with. There is a giant open floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the beach, and subsequently the moonlight reflects off the water and into the bedroom. It's still dark, but not enough to where I can't see where I'm going.
Each soft step I take sends my heart rate higher and higher until I reach my destination at Spencer's side of the bed. Call it what you want, but I figure it's damn lucky that he's facing towards the room and not towards my mom, otherwise waking him up would have been a much more difficult feat.
I brush strands of hair away from his forehead and then tap him gently on the nose. I almost think it won't work, but then he shakes his head and flutters open his eyes, and that's when my heart leaps straight out of my chest.
This just became real.
There's no going back now.
He's shocked to see me standing above him, obviously, and before he can say or do anything, I put a finger to his mouth and imitate a shh with my own.
I wait for his eyesight to adjust and for him to realize what my intentions are, and right before it happens, my finger lifts from his mouth and rests on his bare chest as I balance myself, lifting my right leg to the pillow, right next to his head.
There's a deep, concerned warning in his eyes, but it dissolves the second he glances down to see that under my thin silk nightdress there's no tangible barrier between himself and my slick cunt. Even if the darkness prevents him from getting the best look, it's not a secret what I'm doing. My right hand drapes down as I start to touch myself gently, and fortunately it doesn't take long to start feeling that familiar sharp ache of desire pulsing through my lower half. Spencer's wide eyes and heavy breathing tacked on to the sheer danger I'm putting myself in to do this have made me wet in an instant.
I force myself not to think about the sleeping woman next to him and instead keep my eyes locked with his. It feels almost like a dream, like if I get distracted and lose his gaze then I will be doomed to lose it for good, and no matter how hard I try to remember it when I wake, it will be nothing but a distant feeling. The stakes right now have quite literally never been higher.
Now, there are a lot of things I'm not proud of. Helping my mom's boyfriend cheat on her is probably the biggest offender for obvious reasons. But as I've learned, sometimes those things end up being totally worth it.
Faking an orgasm also happens to be one of those things.
It's risky, I know. Spencer is the smartest person I know. It's not a stretch to believe that he could call my bluff. I also happen to be unfortunately seasoned in the art of faking orgasms (thankfully due to my time seeing men before sleeping with Spencer). The determination I have to get him to fuck me before this first night of our vacation is over is the cherry on top of my evil scheme.
So, I rock my hips into my hand, lock eyes with Spencer, and fake the fuck out of it. And thankfully, faking being quiet in this particular situation is ten times easier than faking being loud. It's a fool-proof plan.
I barely 'finish' before Spencer grabs my wrist and softly sits up in the bed. It's hard to tell what he's thinking, because his face doesn't even twitch. It almost looks like he's angry, but I have a hard time believing he would be. It could also be the concoction of desperation and anxiety coursing through my nervous system making me make that up. Either way, I know I'm going to find out very soon.
Spencer gets out of bed quietly, dragging me behind him. He shuts the bedroom door with barely any sound, and it's impressive considering he'd just woken up a few minutes ago. I suppose though, a man on a mission is a man on a mission no matter how drowsy; The moment we're down the stairs and out the back door to the porch, he's backing me up to the table where we'd eaten dinner, my legs nearly buckling before he lifts me up and sets me down on top of it.
"You're insane," he whispers, closing the gap between us just a millisecond after.
I welcome his kiss and melt into him, snaking my arms over his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist. He tilts his head hungrily, deepening the kiss, and I can't help but groan at the inclusion of his tongue.
"Insanely irresistible," I finally counter back when we part for air.
He kisses me again, quickly, adding, "Insanely bratty," and then he reaches down to touch the heat between my legs. I've gone long enough without it that I involuntarily drop my head back with a sigh of relief at his touch, breathing out, "Fuck, I need you..."
I half-expected him to keep bantering with me, but instead he leans forward and latches onto my neck, surely leaving hickeys behind as his fingers work inside me. It feels good, but it's not enough. I need more.
More...
I hadn't even realized I'd been breathlessly chanting the word into the air until Spencer groans and removes himself from me to pull his lounge pants down far enough to free his erection and slide into me with ease. He swallows my moan with his mouth, holding himself inside me and kissing me so deeply I can barely breathe. The cool night air sends a blanket of chills over my limbs, and for a moment in time, it's just me, him, and the ocean crashing beside us.
It's almost like we become a part of it, wave after wave of pleasure and relief passing through us with each harsh crash of water over sand. Skin against skin, tongue over lip and tooth.
We could have been out there for hours, and I wouldn't have known any different. All I know for sure is that it's me and Spencer. Just as it should be.
Even after we both reach our end, we remain still in our embrace, my limbs weak but still wrapped around him. Safe. He strokes the back of my head and kisses me lazily, drawing out every last ounce of happiness from my body and soul until he pulls away finally and I remember where we are. The situation at hand. How horrible I feel at what I'd just done in front of my sleeping mother.
God, you are so fucked up...
"You're right. I'm insane."
Spencer tenses at my words, then sighs. "I'm not any better."
"I don't know how I'm going to get through this," I confess. "I wish it was just me and you. I wish it didn't have to be this way."
"I know, Y/N..."
He doesn't say anything after that, and I don't either. Part of me wants him to reassure me that everything will be okay, but the rational part of me knows deep down that I don't deserve it. Also that it probably wouldn't even work anyway.
I'm too far into this pit of hell for any kind of redemption, and I'm just going to have to deal with it.
Which is why, when Spencer walks me up to my bedroom and gently kisses me goodnight after helping to clean me up, I simply slink away to bed and will myself to sleep, feeling completely numb despite getting exactly what I wanted.
SATURDAY
"Pancakes are done!"
I feel miles better than I did yesterday, maybe because Spencer had padded into my room early this morning to uh... Pay me back for the stunt I pulled last night. I couldn't deny the smile on my face when I woke to his body standing over mine, palming himself through his pants as Andrew slept soundly next to me.
Rather than watch him though, I quietly sat up and lent him a helping hand.
And mouth.
Whatever negativity we'd encountered yesterday had magically vanished, and now I can't help but feel like it's going to be a good day.
It also helps that Andrew made pancakes and bacon.
"These look great, Andy," Mom compliments, sitting down at the head of the table. "Better than mine."
"Nonsense," I tell her. "Yours have confetti sprinkles."
"Yes, but they're always burnt." Spencer kisses the side of her head as he stands behind her, but his eyes are on me, an evil grin on his lips. "No offense, Dear."
I want to strangle him.
"Not all of us can be masters of the frying pan... But I try."
"You do great, Mom, don't listen to him. He may know everything, but he doesn't know everything."
He feigns hurt, putting a hand over his heart and pouting, and I can't help but smile. Mom does, too, and for a moment, it feels like we can all get along without complicated feelings and desires putting a damper on our weekend.
Andrew fixes up his plate last, and when he sits down next to me, his hand finds mine under the table, tapping my palm twiceâour signal for "everything good?"
I tap his back, a confirmation that for right now, I'm okay.
Breakfast is enjoyable, and I don't know what the day will bring, but I don't have any panic or dread settling in my bones, and Spencer and I aren't staring daggers into the back of each others' heads, so until that point arises again I decide to stuff my mouth with food and just revel in the calm.
Mom perks up as we're finishing the last few bites of our plates. "There's a big flea market a few towns over today, I thought we could go check it out after breakfast. It's supposed to be a nice half-hour drive along the coast, and they've got live music and tons of food."
"Mmm, sounds great, Mom," I say through a bite of food, swallowing it before continuing. "Maybe on the way back we can stop somewhere and get stuff to finish the patio."
Grandma's beach house is nice, but it's old, which means the patio screens are littered with holes and other wear and tear. Part of the reason we'd decided to come here was to make it look nice and figure out what repairs need to be done before we help her sell it, and that patio needs... Well, it needs a little more than some new screen-doors, but that was the start.
Spencer nudges my foot under the table and speaks up. "I don't do so well in the car after I eat, so I can actually stay back and start working on getting the porch cleared out and take measurements for what you need if you want to go ahead without me."
"Oh, are you sure, Honey?" Mom grabs his hand. "We can wait a little to go if you want."
"Really, it's okay. It's a beautiful morning, you should take advantage of it. I'll take the other car and meet you there in an hour or two."
"Well, okay, if you're sure. I just feel bad leaving you behind..."
He nudges me under the table again.
"I can stay and help," I offer then, suddenly feeling my chest warm up from the inside at the opportunity. Then it's my turn to do the nudging. I tap Andrew's hand under the table and look at him. "I mean, you don't mind hanging out with my mom for a bit, do you?"
I'm so glad he's quick at catching on. And I will love him forever for what he's doing for me. I make a mental note to send him gift baskets for life when he nods and gives my mom his best smile. "I don't mind at all."
I turn to Mom. "Yeah, I'll call you when we've got everything handled and then Spencer and I can just meet you guys down there." I turn to him then, hoping to make it seem more like a natural development of a last-second plan rather than an evil scheme. "If you want the company, that is. I didn't mean to intrude or anything."
He smiles. "I don't mind the help at all, but it's totally up to you and your mom."
Mom practically fawns over her boyfriend and grabs his hand with a lovesick pout, which makes me feel really bad for what we're probably about to do the second she leaves. "No, I think it'll be good for you two to spend some time together. It makes me happy to see my two favorite people getting along."
"Then it's a perfect plan for me," Spencer beams at her, kissing the back of her hand.
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We wait until we can't see the car anymore, until it's so far in the distance that we're positive we won't be seen. Spencer wants to wait longer in case Mom decides she forgot something and needs to come back, but I know that Andrew will text me if anything happens. Spencer is right here next to me, his hand steady on my lower back as he guides me through the house.
We're alone, not doing anything yet, and it feels like torture.
So on the way to the bedroom, I squeeze his hand and depart, hoping to kill some timeâto ease his mind as well as my anxiety.
"I'm gonna pee quick and then you can have your way with me, yeah?"
Spencer reaches out for my hand again, pulling me to him and not letting me go, a glint of something mischievous in his eye. It shocks and excites me simultaneously. "But I want my way with you now."
His lips are on mine, and he's backing me into the wall, picture frames gently rattling in the hallway once my back is flush to the drywall. I melt into him with a laugh.
"We have time," I tell him between kisses, trying to get away. "I'll be quick, I promise."
"No," he grunts, kissing me again, deep and earnest.
I whine at the excitement that burns in the pit of my stomach, but I also do really have to pee. "Spencer, please."
"Hold it," he demands through gritted teeth, kissing my neck and then slotting his knee between my legs.
I clench instinctively, and I can't help but test the waters. "Or what?"
"Or I can tell your mother what a bad girl you were today. So unhelpful, wasting my time and giving me back-talk. She'll be so disappointed in you."
"Wow, Spence. Threatening me with my mother, how kind of you," I retort, even though his words are undoing me. I grind down on his leg and feel my bladder pulse with need. My teeth grit when he bites down on my shoulder.
"I'm a kind man."
"Kinda mean, maybe," I whimper.
"Not really. All you have to do is hold it, pretty girl. That's all I ask."
His knee lifts higher and I moan to the air. "Fuck. Spencer, I don't think I can."
"You will."
I have a brief moment of reprieve when he drops his leg, but it doesn't last long because he brings his hand down in its place, deft fingers slipping under the band of my shorts and toying with my clit.
"That's not fair," I sigh, weaving my fingers through his hair.
He smiles, nipping at my jaw. "Aw, poor thing."
His fingers are relentless, rotating between flicking at my clit and plunging into me and spreading me apart, and it's making it extremely difficult to do what he's asking. I feel an orgasm building rather quickly, but I can't quite tell if that's just because I'm so turned on, if it's my bladder, or both. My thighs are trembling and the pressure is getting tighter.
"Fuck, Iâ I can't... I'm gâonna..."
The orgasm rips through me beautifully, a brand new feeling that I have to sort-of subside to keep from completely letting go all over his hand, but I can't help it. My hips cant back and forth, and I feel my shorts warm a little as I come down, and suddenly I clench my legs together, whimpering and stopping myself from continuing. The pressure hasn't let up at all, and now it's even harder to hold back.
"I'm sorry... I'm... I'm still trying."
Spencer captures my mouth in a tender, teasing kiss as he coos, "I know... You're trying so hard." His fingers glide through me softly, and then they're gone and taking my bottoms with them. The fabric falls to the floor, and soon his pants are gone, too.
"Can you hold it a little longer, sweetheart?"
"I can try," I sigh out in one quick breath, looking down and already feeling overwhelmed at the sight of his erection.
I'm not going to last long.
Spencer turns me around and bends me at the waist, using one hand to wrap around me and rub my clit as the other guides himself into me from behind.
I yelp, then groan as he fucks me hard.
My face is pressed flat against the wall, and I try to focus on that feeling instead of this new angle and all the pressure it's putting on me. I'm clenching so hard, and Spencer is loving every second.
"God I love how tight you are, trying to be good for me..."
I want to tell him to stop talking, because his words always push me over the edge, but I have to focus so hard on nothing but this goddamn wall in front of me to keep from making a mess. And with each searing thrust he throws my way, that just becomes harder and harder.
He shifts a little and hits a particularly good spot, making me yell again as I relax and start to lose controlâ but only for a second. I still want to try, so I clench again and whine as I feel the warm liquid roll down my leg and the beautiful burn I'm feeling.
Spencer groans and goes harder then. He wants me to break, and honestly, it might not be long until I do.
"I know you want to, little girl," he tempts, sliding his hand up to press on my bladder. "Am I making it harder for you? Huh?"
If I could punch him, I would, but I'm afraid all I can do is beg him for release, the pressure almost too much. But because I still like to make things difficult and I'm not completely fucked dumb yet, I decide to add some flare.
"Please, Daddy, can I let go?" I whine, and he pauses with one of his own. I feel his hand slide off my stomach and weave through the roots of my hair instead, pulling me up to meet him.
He whispers hotly in my ear, "If you want to act like a greedy little slut, then by all means. Go right ahead..."
It's hard to tell what his intentions are after we move on from this position, but right now, I don't really care. Because no matter what consequences come with it, it's still permission all the same, and I'm not going to last much longer anyway.
"But I'm not going to keep fucking you through it. That's on you."
There it is.
So, what?
He stays inside me, hard and pulsing with need anyway, so I rock myself back and forth on him and reach down to rub my clit as I bring myself to the edge again. I keep trying to hold it until I'm ready to orgasm, and thankfully that doesn't seem to take very long.
Within seconds, I'm coming. I feel it all with a shout, letting my body tense and release, and Spencer grabs my hips to keep me from falling over. His blunt nails digging into my skin only add to the insane pleasure that courses through my body, and then the dam breaks not long after.
I let go in small spurts, still trying to have some control over how I do this, because I still want to drive him mad. So I turn my head and try to look at him, throwing his words in his face.
"I know you want to fuck me through it, Daddy... I'm still trying to hold it for you, so you can. Please..."
"Fuck," he hisses, giving up and pushing me to the wall again. He snaps his hips back and then forward, and it takes all I am not to scream at how good it feels.
This time I really let it all go, allowing myself to relax and revel in all the sensations coursing through me. Just like I wanted, Spencer fucks me through every second of it, until I have nothing else to give but mindless whimpers of over-stimulation and gratitude.
I don't even realize I'm coming again until my body jolts with the sensation, and then Spencer follows, running his hands along the backside of my body anywhere he can reach as he does.
Once we're both tired enough, he pulls out and gently turns me around to face him. I almost whine at the loss of his warmth, but he's pressing me to the wall again and kissing me before I can protest.
I don't know how long we stand there and make out, but eventually I shiver, feeling cold and... dirty. Don't get me wrong, I definitely don't regret it, because it was hot as fuck, but... Now? In this moment, after the fact?
I pull away from him and sigh. "You should have just let me go to the bathroom. Now we gotta clean this up."
Spencer ponders for a moment, looking down between us and then back up at me before shrugging with a shit-eating grin.
"I told you to hold it. Maybe you should work on listening to me."
I punch him in the arm, and he laughs.
"In your dreams, old man."
âââ
Evening comes in the blink of an eye, and I swear it's the happiest I've ever been. Sneaking out of the house like a teenager in love with someone she knows is fundamentally wrong for her is probably the most accurate way to describe what's happening, though Spencer is only wrong for me in a completely different way.
All the same, no matter the reason, he makes it hard to remember why.
It feels so goodâso deliciously rightâafter all.
And how couldn't it; I'm absolutely elated, heart beating wildly as I race down the highway with the windows all the way down. Spencer squeezes my hand, trying to let loose, but I can tell he's utterly terrified by my speed. It makes me laugh.
When I finally pull over into a small clearing some miles down a random side-road and put the car in park, he sighs. "Where are we?"
"Dunno. But it's secluded. Moonlit. Romantic."
Each word that escapes me is punctuated with a kiss on each of his fingers.
"It's... Unsettling."
I can't help but laugh again, unbuckling my seatbelt and climbing over to his lap. He shifts uncomfortably but helps me straddle him anyway, rolling the seat back as far as it can go as I tease him with neck kisses.
"Are you afraid of the dark, old man?"
He groans my name in warning when my teeth bite down on his shoulder. I know I can't mark him. It upsets me greatly, but I have to at least give myself a little taste.
So, when his hands tighten around my waist, I whine and settle for his lips. I kiss him eagerly, and by the way he's responding, any qualms about being in this "unsettling" location seem to have vanished. His hands roam my body reverently and eventually help guide my hips as they rock into him with desperate conviction.
I welcome his tongue with my own and thread my fingers through his hair, already feeling the heat of the summer air cling to my body as the air conditioning dissipates. The windows are already starting to fog.
Spencer notices my urgency and breaks apart with a hum of amusement. "What's the matter?"
"I want out of these damn clothes."
"Well, why didn't you just say so?"
I don't even have the energy to tease him back. He's giving me what I want with no obstacles other than the fabric between us, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.
It's a little difficult in such a cramped space, but eventually I am completely bare in front of him, save for my underwear. I've removed Spencer's shirt, but his slacks are still on, and I'm in the process of helping him out of them when he laughs again.
"What?" I ask, eyebrow raised.
"Nothing... I'm just surprised you even wore any underwear to begin with. Surely you knew what was going to happen tonight..."
I roll my eyes, but my smile never wavers. "Do you or do you not remember how this whole thing started? You love my underwear, and you love taking them off of me... I did this for you."
In agreement, he tenderly slips his middle finger under the seam and pulls the fabric to the side, and I nearly whine as he looks me over, the corner of his bottom lip pinched gently between his teeth. He's so fucking hot it physically hurts me. It makes me pathetic.
"Thank you, sweetheart," he finally offers, dragging a careful finger through my seam. I gasp at the sensation and feel myself start to tremble when he gently flicks at my clit. It's so featherlight, barely a touch at all, but still enough to drive me mad.
I need him. Now.
"Anything for you," I breathe, lunging forward to kiss him again. He welcomes me with fire instead of the amusement I'd almost expected from him. Usually, it's a dig at my eagerness, but tonight he's just as eager, just as needy, and the equal reciprocation has me in shambles.
It doesn't take long to find my way to him. I've finally managed to free his erection from fabric confines, and instead of fully sitting on him, I slick him up with my arousal, grinding along the length of him as he leans his head back and curses to the air. The friction is low-simmering and beautiful, and nowhere near enough to get myself off, but that doesn't matter to me right now. It just feels so good, and seeing Spencer tensing and twitching beneath me, feeling his hands tighten over my breasts as I rock back and forth... Reveling in this tension before truly giving into our carnal desires is honestly just as good as the sex itself. If I could etch this feeling, this erotic slow-burn of a moment, into my soul for all eternity, to remember in vivid detail for as long as I was alive and breathing, I would.
I'm so wet, so hot with sweat and aching with desire for this man, I can barely stand it.
My hand reaches down between us and takes him in a firm grip. I stroke him slow and tight, to which Spencer hisses, forcing himself to look down as he shakes his head.
"Fuck, you're perfect..."
The genuine praise makes me tremble again, warmth flooding my bloodstream. I start to quicken my pace, but his hand reaches down to grab my wrist.
"We have to get out of this damned car."
Before I know what's happening, he's opening the door and exposing us to the open air. He leads me outside, then opens the back door and guides me to the back seat, laying me down on my back. I lean up on my elbow to watch as he towers over me, sliding his pants all the way down and watching me with hungry eyes.
I can't help the urge that overtakes me then, readjusting my underwear again so that I'm exposed to him. Ready. Still, no teasing from him about how ready I am. There is only fire burning behind his gaze and a determination to make me feel every single flame as it dances brightly over my skin.
I can tell just by looking at him right now, barely illuminated by the moon in the open sky above us, Spencer is going to absolutely ruin me.
He comes forward and reaches down, both hands tugging at my underwear until they literally tear at the seams. The sound is so jarring and unbelievably hot that feels almost pornographic. I've never been so turned on in my life. He knows it, too, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he tosses the tattered cotton away like it's nothing at all, then proceeds to adjust me to his liking, folding my knees up to my chest and giving himself the deepest angle he can possibly get.
"Ready?" he asks, that fire in his eyes telling me he already knows the answer.
"Always," I tell him, pulling him down to connect our lips.
He pushes into me then, a steady full movement that doesn't falter even once. I take it happily, humming into Spencer's mouth as he starts to move his hips. The car gently rocks underneath me, the smallest of creaks sounding under the upholstery. Between that and the snapping of his skin to mine, the crickets chirping in the background, and the thick, heavy whirring of our breathing being so close together in this small space, it truly does feel like the perfect summer night.
This is what summers are made for. Passion. Heat. Want. Wildfire. Pure sin...
That's what it is. Spencer's teeth leaving unashamed marks on my skin when I'm not allowed to return the favor as he fucks me in the backseat of my mom's old car, nothing around us but the moon, the stars, and the sweltering summer heat... There would be time for guilt later, when we return to the beach house, and possibly even along the drive there. But for now, I don't feel guilty. I'm completely aware of my surroundings, of my situation, and yet there's not an ounce of guilt to be found anywhere in this car.
That alone is the biggest sin of all.
SUNDAY MORNING / 2 A.M. / SPENCER
My limbs are barely awake when I shuffle down the hallway and sigh heavily at the sweet promise of a deep sleep. I feel tense, but I know that's only because I have to keep my departure a secret. I won't fully know peace until my head has hit the pillow and my consciousness has drifted away for the night.
Eve is an early riser. I won't get much sleep, but the few hours I will manage to round up will be worth it. And I'll go to sleep happy.
Y/N is still all over me, which is dangerous. Her aura, her smiles and her laughter, her sighs and her pleas, her fingernails trying not to leave marks on my back even thought it's all I wantâAll of it is such an enormous part of who I am now, that every second I'm in Eve's presence, I start to wonder if she can feel it. I hope not, but as a man who has proudly worn and reflected the attributes of every woman he's ever loved, it's a scary thought.
So scary, apparently, that it seems to have manifested a near-heart attack. I know I'm not actually having one, but the sharp pain I feel in my chest when I open the bedroom door and find Eve, awake and sitting in bed with a distant look in her eyes, for a split second, could have fooled me.
"You're up early," I say, closing the door and walking to my side of the bed. My heart is beating so fast, my nervous system working on overload to keep up with the amount of signals and sirens that are blaring in my brain.
Eve doesn't look at me, but responds somberly. "So are you."
How long has she been awake? "Yeah. Couldn't sleep. I wanted to take a drive..."
She hesitates for a moment as I climb into bed and nudge her leg with my own.
"Is everything okay?" she asks.
No.
"Yes. I'm sorry if I worried you." I take her hand in mine, but she still can't look at me. It frightens me. "What's wrong?"
"I don't... I don't know... Something just feels weird, and I don't know what or how to explain it."
"Like... With the house?" I feign confusion, easily disguising the fear that lies underneath, and it seems to work; Eve concedes.
"No," she sighs, turning to finally look at me. Her eyes are tired, and she looks like she's embarrassed. "I don't know... I've been getting this weird feeling lately, and then you disappeared for a couple hours tonight, and I guess I just..."
She trails off, and I sigh, hoping to put her mind at ease. "Eve... You know I love you, right?" They're the right words to say, but they feel evil coming out of my mouth. They're... I don't want to say they're not true, because in some way I still do love her. But... Not how she wants me to. Not how she loves me back.
"I know," she cries apologetically, falling her head onto my shoulder with a dramatic thump. It's a mannerism that reminds me so much of her daughter, I feel another sharp twist in my gut. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"There is nothing wrong with you," I comfort her quickly, squeezing her hand. "It's okay, I promise."
"No, it's not. It isn't fair for me to just assume you aren't happy in this relationship when you've done nothing to show otherwise, and then act all grumpy and accusatory. It wasn't right. I should have just talked to you about my... weirdness, and gotten it out of the way. I'm sorry."
"I appreciate that," I tell her. I'm relieved that she still doesn't know the truth, but my heart is still racing and I can't seem to get those damn warning sirens to quiet in my head. "Still, I'm sorry for worrying you. I wasn't tired, and it seemed like a perfect night for a quiet, mindless drive."
"Mmm, you're right," Eve agrees, leaning into me and glancing out the window. She takes a deep breath and kisses my neck, right where her daughter had been only hours before. "Next time, invite me along?"
"You got it." It's an empty promise, but it makes her happy. It keeps her unassuming.
We fall asleep together, but my dreams belong to someone else.
#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid smut#mercy after hours#spencer reid x reader fanfic#spencer reid x reader smut#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fanfic#summer of sin
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binged dungeon meshi anime + manga after numerous tumblr posts and leg injury. thoughts based on fandom > manga> anime ride:
[SPOILERS FOR MANGA]
senshi pantyshot fanservice much appreciated but... should really be more lingering and inexplicably glistening if its gonna match up to fanservice in other animes
no yeah TOTALLY get why toshiro just said fuck it and went home after... all that. days of no food. blase dark magic/you were too late reveal. long repressed slapfight that he probably felt equally guilty and angry about. girl he loved appeared as GIANT MONSTER and BRUTALLY killed HIS FAMILY.
girl he loved STOPPED TO PULL HER TITS OUT midway through BRUTALLY KILLING HIS FAMILY.
i'd go home too
also , Maricelle, all the love in the world, but i get why everyone was mad about the dark magic. i mean it looked bad. WE know that thistle interfered but the situation looked BAD ngl maricelle i would not want you healing me either after falin appearance.
feel like changeling maricelle should have been half half-foot/half-dwarf or something like that. would have been fun half-elf reveal to party. actually bothers me that she wasn't? the more i think about it. i mean itzumi was still cat/kobold.
incredibly belated but looking back at changeling episode...is senshi shirtless the whole time???
okay nevermind did some extensive research and i'm fairly sure he wasn't
also thinking back about senshi â he absolutely knew what he was doing with setting off the traps and pissing chilchuck off...my man was living here for decades.
kabru/laois is both more and less textually present than i would have thought based on fandom.
like on one hand they barely interact. on the other hand they barely interact and Kabru is VERY much obsessed . they have ONE (1) conversation. much hilarity has been observed about that dialogue so i digress
and there is ZERO new information between that interaction and kabru planning on putting the man on a THRONE. at some unclear point his career goal becomes having his lips at this man's ear and a dagger at his neck ???
i cannot stress this enough: he invests SO EARLY in king Laios. willing to sacrifice his life for this to be realized. goal oriented. unhinged. good for him.
you could say it's just him being practical and choosing the best option based on available information but incredibly relevant new information becomes available and Kabru is STILL locked in
i'm crying over kabru 'compressing' mithran's backstory. sure as a meta framing device fine. but in universe? BONKERS. narrative critiquing clinically depressed man's tragic backstory. Super normal move.
so much nuance and different perspectives on fantasy interracial marriages and adoptions and its SO SO GOOD.
gnawing on the walls kinda worldbuilding seriously
so thistle was a teenager when this all started. that's what i'm getting. that's... man there's a lot of layers of tragedy.
wait so if elves and half-foots look ambiguously young do tallmen look ambiguously old?? wrinkly gangly old old wrinkly fuckers??? or burning the candle at both ends terrible looking tall child???
hey i'm starting to think that the monster who controls all monsters... might not be a good guy
'Delgal' holding thistle at the end ... i'm not crying. you're crying.
impossible to say if laois won the final battle on purpose or not
genuinely no idea
11/10 no notes about that fact
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Um um um
fanfic idea stay with me
famous!reader singing at a concert and she is dancing and whatever and once she goes backstage to see her bf jimmy hes pissed and yells at her for being too slutty on stage
Also i love you sm. Youâre hella talented
"BEGGING ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR".
Jimmy x Popular! Fem! Reader.
Being a famous singer isn't for the weak. Sure,it has its fair share of pros and benefits. Fame,Luxury,Wealth,Respect, Attraction. all of it naturally comes to you once you've hit it big.
The problem lies not on stage,but rather behind it. People think that being in the entertainment industry is full of glits and glamour,and maybe it is. Just not when he's pissed.
You met jimmy quite a while ago at a club, while attending one of your advertisement events. You're not exactly sure what attracted you towards him,maybe it was the way he smiled?...or maybe it was how he stared so intently at you... whatever it may have been. You both hit it off and began dating.
And it sure has been a ride.
It was one of your tour days,scheduled in Santa Barbara, California. You were having the time of your fucking life, singing,dancing,being one with your audience which you worked so hard for. The high which tens of thousands of people singing your lyrics gives you is certainly unexpected and wild.
You finished the days event and were getting ready to wrap up,to say that you were exhausted would've been a dire understatement.
aa you want backstage,you found yourself in a predicament which you were dreading to face.
There he was,your oh so loving boyfriend, standing with his back pressed against one of the firm walls,if stares could kill,you would've been dead.
"you sure had a lot of fun dancing today,huh?".
you gulped,then sighed but remained silent,your eyes not moving away from his,you simply didn't understand what you did this time.
"answer me when I'm asking you something, slut".
your eyes widened,he was always aggressive sure,but he never used such foul words to address you before,you were genuinely confused as to what pissed your boyfriend off so much for him to be behaving this way.
'jimmy? what are you talking about? what did I even do?".
"what did you do huh?".
then in a flash of a moment,you found yourself roughly slammed against one of the backstage walls,your hair in your boyfriend's rough hands,he grabbed your hair so tightly that your eyes started tearing up.
"who were you trying to seduce acting like a fucking WHORE up there huh?! AM I NOT ENOUGH for you?! How many fucking men do you want using your cunt, BITCH!?".
you were appalled and speechless at your boyfriend's sudden accusation,you didn't even understand which step of your dance pissed him off so much.
"jimmy- what-? H-have you gone mad? This is my fucking job!"?
without wasting a single second,you felt your face rip to the side,your cheeks felt warm and painful,jimmy just slapped you so hard that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of your cheek.
"don't you dare ever talk to me in that tone you fucking harlot,I'll make sure to teach you a lesson once we reach our hotel room,then maybe you'll understand that good women don't go acting like whores for other men".
and with that he dragged you away into his car,and you were left unsure and dreadful of what is going to follow next in that god forbidden hotel room.
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hey! have another onshot from my book! this one was written for @thatidiotutartist who let me write up one of his ideas once!
this ones fluffy to balance out the angsty one! this ones horrordust, too! <3
In the heart of the weathered, sombre castle, lies the main hall, a hauntingly alluring room that echoes with the lost memories of time and the secrets it may hold. Phantom breezes shift around the room as if the very air mourns the castle's past.
Flickering candlelight's cast solemn spotlights of softened spectres across brittle, moth-eaten tapestries. Faded cloth, hanging in tattered disarray, shows only the remains of the art it once held, its former glory a distant memory, much like the images of the people it had hoped to immortalise.
Even if the building wasn't haunted, it certainly felt it.
In the centre of the room, an extensive, ornate fireplace crackles and sparks, engulfing the room in a warmth that both soothes and torments. The room breathes with the cry of a thousand forgotten stories, all whispered in the unspoken language of the past.
The walls exude a sense of archaic resilience and waned grandeur. Small cracks littered the stone, just large enough for ominous eyes to scrutinise every step taken, as shadows cut deeper into twisted souls.
Or, that's how it usually looked anyway.
Today, it looked quite the opposite.
The walls were now decorated with blankets and clothes pegs, the cracks barely visible beneath all the colourful fabric. Music echoed through the chambers, and laughter filled the air, as a pillow fort sat in the centre of the room.
For once the building had an air of positivity, as the quintet who lives there sat on the floor.
Nightmare, Killer, Horror, Dust and Cross were in the midst of their impromptu sleepover.
Cross and Killer had made the fort, and despite their constant bickering, it stood proud, and Dust had brought a playlist of classical songs for them to drift off to.
They had spent the past hours playing board games, all the boxes stacked up and placed to one side as the gang huddled up under their makeshift cover, as they prepared to sleep soundly through the night.
Well, they tried anyway, but the sound of Horror's snoring pierced through the gentle hum of the classical music in the background, like a car jet engine. Nightmare, Killer and Cross tossed and turned, unable to find respite from the thunderous noise, and their attempts to muffle the sound with pillows proved futile. Frustration hung in the air as their eyelids grew heavy, and sleep continued to elude them.
The snoring was invincible.
Yet, Dust, ever the insomniac, lay still amidst the chaos. His eyes remained closed, a tranquil expression gracing his face as he seemed completely unaffected by the noise akin to trumpeting elephants on roller skates reverberating through the room, his mind accustomed to the symphony of snores.
Nightmare, Killer and Cross stared at Dust in awe and disbelief. They couldn't comprehend how he could sleep through the relentless snorts that plagued their ears. Cross, nudged Killer as he whispered, "How the fuck is he doing that? Does he have a star's damned superpower? What the hell."
Killer just shrugged, his eyes fixed on Dust's serene form. "Maybe he's just used to it. I mean, he did mention something about his Paps being quieter when he sleeps next to Horror. Pisses him off or something."
Nightmare, with an inquisitive look in his eye, leaned in closer. "Hold on, did you say he sleeps next to Horror?"
âDude, hold on, since when was that a thing?â
Killer just shrugs, a mischievous grin stretching his face.
As the first rays of morning light seeped through the windows, Horror stirred from his slumber. Eyes blinking morning grog away sleepily, arms instinctively tightening around Dust. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he noticed the other three members staring at them. "Oh, um⌠morning," Horror mumbled, his voice filled with embarrassment, his eye softening as he looked down at the small form that had made its way onto his lap sometime in the night.
Still half asleep, Dust makes a sleepy noise, and cuddles further into the warmth by his side, and Horror coos.
"SoooâŚHow long have you secretly been dating?" Killer's voice spoke from the side, from where he sat on the other sofa.
Horror's eye widens in shock, as his flush grows, the molten colour of dried blood almost down to his neck at this point, "We're notâŚWe're just friends!"
Dust, still half-asleep and oblivious to the attention they were receiving, mumbled something incoherent and nuzzled closer to Horror, his peaceful expression undisturbed. Horror's blush deepened, but a smile played at his lips. "âŚMh, love you." The sleepy lump spoke again.
Horror's eye widened even further, and his heart skipped a beat at Dust's words. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, and he found himself at a loss for words.
The room fell into a hushed silence as Horror gently rubbed his hand over the hood of Dust's jacket.
Nightmare spoke up with a small supportive smile, â You know, it is quite alright if you have..ugh, feelings for each other.â
Cross chimed in, voice filled with sincerity. "And we're here for you both, no matter what. I consider you my family, and family are always there for each other.â
âAw, man, does that mean I've been third wheeling you guys every time we hang out?â Killer whined.
âBe nice,â Nightmare nudged his annoying subordinate.
âYeah, Yeah, it's fine, whatever, besties for life and all that jazz yada yada.â He summoned his eyelight just to roll it before hiding it again, a small smile gracing his lips.
Horror looked at his friends, hope rising in his chest. With newfound courage, he whispered to Dust, who was still half-asleep in his arms, "I love you too,"
Dust stirred, and a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. He lifted his head from Horror's lap, looking up at him with eyes filled with affection. "You do?"
âMhh.â
Dust smiled, before huddling back up, laying down on his partners' lap.
As the morning sun bathed the pillow fort in a soft glow, the friends settled back, feeling content and secure. The snoring that had once been a nuisance had become a familiar lullaby, the soundtrack to their bond as friends and now as a couple.
For in their little corner of the world, surrounded by tattered tapestries and rugged walls, they had created a sanctuary of love and acceptanceâa place where the ordinary became extraordinary and where the sound of snores could lull them into a peaceful slumber, knowing that they were never alone.
#undertale au#undertale#dust sans#dusttale#dusttale sans#dust!sans#horror sans#horrortale#horrortale sans#horror!sans#horrordust#horror x dust#bloodymurder#dust x horror#rue writes
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I'm gonna screaaaam why are my work schedules like this
#the space center is great to work at but we're in the middle of slow season so I get scheduled there like once a week#lowe mill is....okay to work at but kind of unpredictable with scheduling#it's both too much and not enough and it's pissing me off#there are a couple of commissions I really really need to finish but I've had like no time between mill bullshit and family stuff#I want more than two seconds to breathe at a time. I want to work on personal art.#I also really don't want to eat through the last of my savings and fuck myself over though#my car is still janked bc the tire problem wasn't just a tire problem apparently and we've got parts ordered to get it fixed#but it'll still take time#and to top it all off. Jaime and I were supposed to go on break at the same time today#so we could actually walk around the mill and enjoy some of the events#but they sent Jaime on break early and me on break late so we only got like 15 minutes instead of an hour#I'm just. feeling very frustrated with life right now#anyway Zane if you happen to be reading this I'm still working on those pieces. hopefully I can send you some updates soon#the snowjag speaks#sorry for the long tags
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Nightly existential despair has hit because i live in a broken world where the only job i can emotionally handle is part time produce clerk and my current income is so low i dont have to make student loan payments yet
#tw vent#vent#oh and im gonna need to buy a car soon#id prefer to save 1000 first#500 for down payment and have enough in savings to cover a car payment in case of emergency#currently i have 100 in savings and got paid $250 today for the last two weeks (16 hours total over said two weeks)#i also work a half shift tomorrow#and next week will be another low hours week#i dont know how much yet which makes it worse#i need ti sleep but im wide awake#but its 11pm#i could take a sleeping pill but it might just make me sleep worse#if it does anything at all#and my home life is shit and my siblings piss be off snd stress me out#my mom is the only consistently good thing in my life right now and shes just as much if a mess as i am if not more#so we cant usually lean on each other because we are both just trying ti survive#im getting increasingly less patient snd more fed up with my biological father and siblings which will only make things worse#the only reprieve i can get is my video games but if i spend too much time playing them my depression is worse still#but if i dont play them my depression is worse#*hugging my knees face on knees rocking back and forth*#sorry im always such a mess#i shouly probably post this to my vent sideblog#*proceeds to post to main*
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anyway i need to hang out with my brother again he is the one person who i am pretty sure knows literally everything about me so he's the only person i trust that i can absolutely not disappoint. nothing i can do could be worse than the sum of everything i've been doing to that poor man (and him to me) the past 19 years
#especially now that im back into literally the only interest we actually share on a deep enough level to enjoy it together LOL#i mean we were also both into hannibal but thats just not an enjoyable show to watch together its too much effort#but wow that time we read das boot slash fanfic on the bus together that was awesome#and the time we wrote fanfic together lol LITERALLY WHY DID WE STOP#he has only gotten cooler and more comfortable with his gayness since then we need to write fanfic again âźď¸#anyway i feel sorry for every person in my life but i dont think anyone ill ever know could ever have as close a relationship to me as him#were platonic soulmates lol but like not in the spiritual sense bc its pretty obvious that its not some supernatural bond#its juuuust shared trauma haha and the fact that our trauma is so complex and layered that only we will ever truly understand each other#there has been a really rough patch where we practically did not talk for 4... 5? whole years im serious. maybe on the weekends sometimes#while we were stewing in our own shit. but now were inseperable i think it actually pisses off the rest of our family because every time#theres some event where we meet again (we live like 5 hours apart) we only hang around for like an hour before we get in his car#and drive somewhere and hang out there for the rest of the day and night and only return at like 3am drunk#in a sense i guess were catching up on all the missed time#to be honest we both had some horrible shit going on in our heads me with the transgenderism and toxic relationship#him with his anger issues and (what he calls) psychopathy. like ill say this much he was not a good person as a child he was a devil#he was quite literally what some describe as born evil like u know those satans spawns kids that cut off babys fingers and dissect rabbits#all that yk. and i was his first and most frequent victim due to availability lol and my parents did not know any of it and if they did#they ignored it. so yeah u can imagine the relationship was a little strained and for a long time i lived in fear of him#also due to all the death threats and attempts on my life HAHA its kinda funny because i can say all this all detached now#but i think to anyone else this sounds mad as hell. like im not talking roughhousing or being mad at each other#he was always scarily calm and hyperintelligent he was actually diagnosed with some form of like super high intelligence that#makes kids capable of being really manipulative and thats what he used at every turn. everything was always calculated that was scary#if he was nice to me i would question if he was trying to lure me somewhere to hurt me yk?#anyway. sometimes those old thoughts come back when were hanging out alone but mostly i know hes changed and worked on himself#sorry oversharing oh wow
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Depressed depressed depressed
#personal#personal post#I am so fucking frustrated at myself I donât know what to do#in that cartoon of the ADHD blockage#like I just cannot get myself to do anything#partly because I deeply donât want to interact with my flatmates (no shade to them I just donât want to talk rn)#but I just#why canât I do anything#I feel both like Iâm about to cry and like I could be stabbed and feel fucking nothing#I hate this feeling so fucking much#canât tell if Iâve accidentally triggered meds withdrawal again as well#WHy couldnât I just get up this morning#aghhh Iâm finding it very hard to give myself grace when myself is the source of the problems#I just want a hug and one of my friends to tell me Iâll be okay but I donât have it in me to reach out#and Iâm not making a depressing close friends instagram story again#Iâm not that bad yet#but I am very much not able to use words right now#like I can type but I currently canât speak#and I never know how to explain the feeli bc#for me itâs a bit tied to dissociation#itâs a bit like being in a bubble?#bc also taking in any audio is weird#I can usually break out of it with a little time w headphones in#I couldâve used my days off to try and reach out and set up a support system or go do stuff#instead I have been in meds withdrawal then did some house chores then a migraine#Iâd like to do something of use today#I will try to give myself Grace for like an hour and a half and hope thatâs enough for this feeling to fade#and hopefully not too much that I feel like Iâve pissed away the day#idk man idk whatâs wrong with me#depression
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can we have a conversation about how much ktm is in shambles? cause iâm hearing theyâre having so many problems financially and apparently even technically. it seems like they got stuck from the start of the season and they are just not progressing. i get that the last few circuits werenât stop and go circuits that ktm prefers but the performances were really worrying. now, no offense to binder but he clearly has no backbone, but pedro already scolded them this weekend because they are not working the way they should, is there a chance they finally decide to take a risk and develop a project around him? because i feel like thatâs what they need to do, a bit like yamaha or honda did for vale and marc. also iâve thought about the fact that a lot of ktm engineers are leaving ktm for honda, if honda is actually working on a good project for 2027, is there a chance that perhaps a rider like pedro could get them out of the hole they got stuck into? cause i think that would be very interesting to see. of course only if he decides to leave ktm which i hope he doesnât cause iâd like to see him become the first motogp wdc winner with a ktm. also i canât really see where else he could go if one day he decides heâs unsatisfied with ktm
love asks that clearly come from the heart. I've been holding off on being too mean about ktm because in a way I do want to save it for after the NEXT race. we're in austria now!! ktm's home race! which they've actually been remarkably successful at, given they're the only non-ducati manufacturer to ever win in the modern iteration of this race in the premier class - first in that quirky last corner shoot-out courtesy of oliveira in 2020 and then in that bizarre slicks in the wet performance by binder in 2021. which, okay, unusual races and all that, but it's a track they should be doing well at!! binder got two second places here last year. if they flop here, then the alarm bells will really be ringing
I guess we can get into an argument about what 'flopping' would even look like. it's entirely plausible that, hm, the first 4-5 slots at minimum are locked out by ducati again - honestly, at the minute another ducati podium lock out feels like the expected scenario. I have heard there's a decent possibility of rain on sunday, but by this point of the year I've been promised rain quite a few times so I'll believe it when I see it. if it rains, sure, anything's possible. a positive result for ktm right now would probably be... a podium, right, which in itself is pretty damning - how are ktm still this bad at actually winning races? last year, binder got a podium at silverstone, which isn't a massively ktm-friendly track. this year, they didn't get even remotely close to that. the ktm defence argument goes 'well, look at what everyone else is doing'. silverstone is a very aprilia-friendly track and they had a pretty disastrous weekend themselves this year. the less said about the japanese manufacturers, the better. but... well, ktm was kinda supposed to take it to ducati this year. they finished last year on a very promising note, with what really should have been a 1-2 at valencia. (the fact that they didn't convert on that maybe should've gotten some alarm bells ringing about the ultimate potential of that rider line-up, but let's not get into that.) after binder's performance at qatar, ktm surely should have been determined to be in the title hunt. they are extremely not in the title hunt
the thing is, anon, ktm does know that pedro is their title winner. the idea of 'developing a project' around him is tricky - because to the extent that ktm is capable of that, they will do it!! they're not going to develop the bike in a direction that suits binder over him, for instance, or completely disregard his feedback or any of that. manufacturers can struggle with being reactive enough to rider concerns... my sense is that ktm likes to throw a lot of stuff at problems, it likes to flex its muscles and use a lot of data and come up with big update packages and all of that - and for all the progress they've made in their bike development, clearly all is not yet well on the in-season development front. (cf the whole chattering thing that ducati has gotten a handle on and ktm hasn't.) manufacturers do sometimes have a tendency to believe they know best and not listen enough to their riders, especially when there's a disconnect between the riders and 'the factory' that's actually designing the bikes. yamaha is an interesting example of that at the minute, where a lot of their current problems are so long-running that you can find their roots in stuff jorge and valentino were complaining about YEARS and years back. they've become a lot more reactive in recent years and did do a lot to tackle fabio's complaints about the bike's top speed... but by that point, they were in such a hole that just 'fixing the top speed' really wasn't enough to actually make a competitive bike. still, part of the reason why fabio's decided to stick with that project is he feels like yamaha is finally listening to him - and if they'd lost him, they'd really be fucked, so that has to count as at least a little bit of a W
in terms of the valentino and marc comparisons, they are just about different enough that it'll only take you so far. with valentino, the simple truth is that nobody today could do what he did for the yamaha project in 2004. he couldn't do that nowadays; it just isn't possible for a rider and his team to make that sort of instant impact anymore. motogp is so different now, with all the aero and devices and all the other stuff casey hates. the balance of power, if you will, has shifted pretty decisively from riders to engineers. also, valentino by that point was a fair bit more experienced and a lot of the credit has to go to his even more experienced team for what they were able to do with yamaha's carte blanche. a rookie, however gifted, just won't be able to provide quite the same level of direction. with marc... well, the honda was fantastic when he showed up! best bike on the grid! it's not exactly an analogous situation to pedro in that what honda needed to do was 'keep being good'. they did listen to marc's feedback and it did bag them enough titles to make it worth their while, but it also did not send their bike down a particularly happy development route for anyone else riding that thing - which ultimately as a manufacturer is not a situation you should want. honda was already losing the development arms race to ducati in the late 2010s, but giving marc a fast if capricious bike and relying on his natural talent to ride around the issues managed to disguise the problems for a while... or at least make them hurt less. all in all, I'm not really convinced 2010s honda is a model anyone should be particularly interested in copying
what ktm should do is listen to pedro, obviously. I assume they're already treating him as their championship contender elect, but if they're not then, yes, they'd be idiots. and given how long it took for them to actually confirm his place in motogp last year, I am open to the possibility that ktm are being idiots here. whether there's a workable system in place to actually make use of that feedback and continue to progress is more open for debate, and that's kinda what pedro went to the factory to check in on. pedro today was talking up a "big, big step" in the coming few races, in part due to the impact of their two test riders and the more ktm-friendly circuits to come, so it'll be interesting to see if it lives up to that. beyond that, who knows? ktm does have money and resources and a track record of success outside of motogp to give it faith, but of course this year has been a disappointment. (quick note: I have seen the stuff about ktm being in trouble financially and obviously that would massively change all of this, but at this stage it's quite hard to judge how seriously to take that - so the rest of this ask will assume that ktm will continue having a lot of money at its disposal. if they don't, my analysis is that they're probably fucked.) the first bit of the season made everyone doubt whether the bike was actually better than thought and the riders were simply not taking advantage of it - which a few signs last year like 'surely dani shouldn't be this competitive' and the whole valencia thing already pointed to. now, it's definitely less competitive than last year and even their superstar rookie can't do all that much with it, so that's not great. they do have a little time to play with here, but not that much. pedro's signed for 2025-26, but if ktm doesn't start next season more competitive, it won't take long for him to start looking around. and even though you can't do valentino 2004 things in quite the same way anymore, this is clearly going to be a project that needs an alien-level talent to actually get it over the line. they've kinda managed to fail upwards into a very strong set of riders next year and they should be able to extract a lot of them for bike development purposes, but also their rider management has traditionally been godawful so it remains to be seen how that'll work out
that being said, pedro will be fine! I mean, idk if he'll be ktm's first premier class world champion. if I had to put money on it, I'd say it's pretty likely, yeah? but the 'where would he go' thing isn't really a big concern. all the big names have kinda hunkered down (as have the teams who signed them) with two year contracts that take us very neatly to the next rule cycle kicking in, which everyone expects will majorly shake things up. while this whole japanese manufacturer situation is massively annoying, I would be shocked if at least one of them aren't regular race winners again in 2027, and hopefully will already be so before that. most manufacturers except maybe honda have at least one star rider they're intending to be a title contender in 2027, and ducati has two. they probably won't all stay in the same place (even if they all remain reasonably healthy in that time) and there's bound to be at least one manufacturer hunting for a big name. pecco will be in his late prime and possibly grey-haired, god knows what state marc will be in *taps wood*, we have no idea how the whole jorge aprilia situation will work out. maybe yamaha will be so competitive again that they actually decide they want TWO riders fighting it out for a championship and we get a proper throwback in blue to the good old garage cold war days - which is where my imagination sadly fails me because I can't picture fabio putting up a wall or yamaha not sucking. maybe, like you say, pedro is just what honda needs to... well, honestly I don't think he could get them out of this hole - but perhaps in a couple years time when honda is looking healthier again, he's the kind of rider that could make it a title winner again. it'll be a new world! if pedro is as good as we all think he is, then obviously any manufacturer would be thrilled to get their hands on him, not least to deprive the competition of having him. how old will he be in 2026? about nine years old, I think? if I had to guess, I do kinda see him being a title contender around 2026-ish, because I just can't quite picture ktm making the necessary leap by next year so 2026 feels like a good way of hedging my bets and trusting his sickening levels of natural talent to make up the bike difference. one of my big remaining doubts is... well, it's actually been quite a while since a new manufacturer has won a rider's title. the last time was ducati way back in 2007 when they nailed the new regulations cycle and also kinda lucked into signing the casey stoner, but ducati had already been regular race winners for quite a few years before that. capirossi was third in the championship in 2006. I suppose aprilia got vaguely close in 2022, but that was a chaos season we don't have much reason to expect to see a repeat of any time soon, and in the end they also didn't get that close. ktm really needs to be getting into race winning form soon if they want to be thinking about titles. it's ridiculous that it's been over three years since their last win in the dry, and nearly two since their last win full stop. if I were them, I would maybe consider winning some races, instead of continuing to lose them idk. let's see how they do on sunday, eh
#this has been languishing unanswered for a good week but crucially i can get in my hot take before friday practise#also the binder dig lol. honestly i've never really got what his deal is supposed to be but i don't think a backbone would really hELP him#binder becoming ktm's golden boy of all golden boys was always kinda a weird situation#i haven't understood a lot of what ktm's been up to these last few years really. never been a believer in this set up#my ktm takes have gone from being very contrarian to incredibly mainstream this year which has been a satisfying journey#//#brr brr#batsplat responds#i think i've mentioned this before but i do have to state in the interest of fairness that i'm broadly rooting for ktm to fail here#i just have such deep contempt for their whole deal and *especially* their incompetent rider management#that it'd just be deeply funny to me personally if they fucked THAT line up. like you convinced them all to trust you and now what#and i'm not really invested enough in any non-pedro bit of next year's line up to feel all too bad if things go south. he'll be fine!!#i've basically existed in a very casey-ish state of schadenfreude about the ktm project since the start of the year#both when pedro was doing well and now they're all flopping. because at each stage it was kinda proof ktm had been fucking about#but i'm aware that all good things come to an end and am broadly expecting ktm to get their act together and win a lot to piss me off#by contrast i have a lot of respect for the aprilia operation but am deeply pessimistic about that thing's future. so goes life#it's the money thing unfortunately. that's what it all comes back to. ktm will fail upwards because they'll never run out of the shit#or ktm goes bankrupt and then we're all free!!#whereas my poor scrappy underdogs over at aprilia are relying on hopes and a prayer on that front#the fact they're so much better than honda and yamaha is... god let's not even talk about them don't get me started#current tag
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Care For You!
Synopsis. âKeep your friends close, and your enemies closerâ they say, right? But you donât think they meant close enough to be in their bed.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, enemies to lovers, hate/ angry sĂŠx, spĂtting, light exhĂbitionism (Nanamiâs), mentions of knĂves (Sukunaâs and Getoâs), chokĂng, degradatĂon, cĂşmplay, squĂrting, overstĂm, jealousy (Tojiâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.7k
A/N. Woahhh I got carried away and this got long, HAHAH.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - F*ck the divorce! (And you)
âWhat were you sayinâ, doll?â
Of course, the only response Toji gets is a wet, pathetic little murmur of something - maybe a curse, probably a plea for more more more-
Something that has his swollen cock twitching so wildly inside your snug cunt - barley even halfway in but still stretched so obscenely around him. Something that had him letting out a low chuckle at how fucked-out his poor wife already sounds.
âWhat? Canât talk anymore?â He coos, relishing in the way your nails rake furiously down his sculpted back in reply - a warning. âDrunk on mâcock already?â
But Toji doesnât stop, not even close. Only slamming faster, deeper into your snug cunt, quick, maddening grinds just to squeeze inside. âHow cute. And you were so keen to run your mouth about divorce earlier, you little bitch.â
Fuck.
And then you spit. Hitting right there on the edge of Tojiâs pissed off smirk, splattering against that little scar you loved and hated so much.
As if that wasnât enough insult to injury, your mouth is moving so stupidly before your mind. Ignoring how your pussy was desperately sucking his throbbing cock to look him right in the eyes. Babbling out a broken, yet determined, âFuck you.â
At this, Toji has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. More to infuriate you than anything as he presses such a deceivingly tender little peck on your mouth. And you know itâs on purpose the way he lets your saliva smear all over both your lips.
âNo.â He whispers against your lips, amused, like a little confession. âIâm fucking you.âÂ
God, and it works. Youâre all but seething. Fighting the urge to smack his pretty face as he drags his aching cock all against your plushy walls. Back, back, back till his weeping tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. âAnd mâgonna fuck all thoughts of that divorce right outta ya, doll.â
Itâs all thatâs said before Tojiâs finally bottoming out in one, harsh thrust. Rough enough that youâre sure itâll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, your ankles on his back.
Not even giving you the time to adjust - why would he? Heâs got his pretty wife all splayed out and needy for him, what more could he wait for? Ramming his swollen cock into you like he hated you. Like he hated all thoughts of that stupid little idea you brought up, and was well and fully intent on fucking it out of you.
And if that wasnât enough, heâs wrestling you to face him. Squeezing your cheeks together into such an embarrassing little pout that forces you to look into his darkened eyes. âOpen that fucking mouth.â
You just hated how your jaw drops slack as if on instinct. Hated how you can do nothing but moan deliriously as he spits right into your open mouth. Hated the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, plushy walls squeezing him to insanity till you can feel the rapid bump! bump! bump! of his prominent veins. Messy.Â
âIâm the only one that gets to do this.âÂ
God, it was too much for him too.Â
âThink yâcan divorce me?â Heâs rutting into you so animalistically, hips stuttering and sloppy. Like he couldnât decide between hitting that sweet spot he knew so well and abusing your poor cervix. âThink anyone else can make you get off this good?â
âI- Hngh- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-â
âAnswer me.â he gasps, strained. Angry. Desperate. Breath hot against your face as he pulls and tugs on your lower lip - like a little punishment, as if his throbbing cock wasnât enough. âTell me. You think any other loser is gonna fuck you till they can shut up that bitchy mouth of yours?â
And God it was so maddening how he was right - how you knew no one could have you all breathless and cockdrunk like this.
But you couldnât go down without a fight.
âM-maybe.â you spit, sounding a bit more whiny than you intended. âMaybe some other guy is gonna fuck me better, nâ have a hngh- b-bigger dick too.âÂ
And Toji notices - of course, he does. Because heâs reaching down to toy with your swollen clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers as if to say âReally?â
He knew you too well. Well enough that heâs only fucking you harder into the mattress, like it hurt to hear any nonsense of some other guy falling from your pretty lips. Like he was taking it out on your ravaged pussy, sliding in and out of your sloppy cunt with reckless abandon.Â
âShut up.â he groans, glancing down at how sinfully you were milking the fucking soul out of him. Hips hitting yours so bruisingly with each word- âShut up- shut up shut, you little slut.â
âNgh- Toji. Sâtoo much. Sh-shit.â
âShut up and take it.â And you canât escape his unforgiving thrusts even if you wanted to. âNo one knows this cute cunt like this. You like this.â Unable to run away with the arm around your hip, the fingers relentless on your puffy clit. âBecause this sloppy pussy is mine, Iâm the only one fuckinâ her like this.â Teeth latching onto any inch of skin he could reach, rock-hard cock sliding in and out in and- Like he wanted you to stay. Needed you to stay.Â
âAnd mâgonna fuck you till thereâs no divorce in that pretty lilâ mind.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Gentleman?
âYou think you deserve respect?â
Whoever told you that Nanami was perfect - the epitome of a gentleman - was the biggest liar youâve ever encountered. Because theyâve clearly never had to work together with that uptight, scrutinizing, overly-strict son of a-
âYes, I fuckinâ deserve respect.â you spit, the words coming out a bit more breathless than you wanted. Nanamiâs office desk cool against your cheek, ass grinding traitorously into his throbbing erection. âNot that youâd know anything about it.â
Heâs leaning down to whisper hotly against your ear, âI do. But-â And oh Nanamiâs gripping your waist like it was the only thing keeping his sanity tethered to him. Pulling your sloppy pussy closer to him. â-you really think you deserve respect even when youâre being such a slut fâme?â
And maybe youâre an idiot - maybe youâre a mastermind.Â
Because in one, fluid motion youâre gripping his silk tie to pull Nanami impossibly closer. That low, throaty groan going straight to your quivering cunt as you grit out, âYes, sir.â
Several things happen at once - the first being that you learn that Nanamiâs ties are soft. Comfortable, even, as he hastily pulls off the damn things, wrapping it around your wrists. Tight.Â
You gasp at the realization that youâre now bound and completely vulnerable, pinned to the desk by his weight. Exactly where he wanted you.Â
âThis,â he huffs, amusement bleeding into his words. â-is more like it.â
God, you hated him. You hated his rubbing up against your back through that sinfully tight shirt as he pools your sweet juices on his fat head. You hated the way he was dragging it lazily, up and down up and down. Teasing. Calculated. Watching all your cute reactions.Â
Fuck, you needed him.
âAre you just fucking talk-â
You barely get to finish the sentence before heâs ramming his aching cock inside your sopping pussy. Not even moments later, as he fucks you into the desk. Like he was trying to break it. Break you.Â
Hips colliding with yours over and over and over, you were only thankful that these walls were sound-proofed. Because otherwise, the entire office building would be hearing all your delirious moans. Breath ragged, mind spinning, only babbling out, âFuck fuck fuck- sâdeep. Can feel you so- hngh- good-â
âYeah? Sâgood.â Nanami huffs out a laugh at how perfect you were for him. Pussy sucking him up so well that it was impossible to tear his eyes from the sinful sight. âAnd you still expect me to treat you like a lady?â
Making you wish more and more that the people who always tittered in the coffee room about Nanami being the âperfect gentlemanâ could see this right now. How he was talking to you so fucking mean and splitting you apart on his cock even meaner.
âHah- f-fuck you.â And the only thing you can do is pull uselessly at the restraint around your wrist, knowing itâs a pathetic attempt. As if to drive the point deeper, Nanami purposefully pulls you up by the tie, using it as leverage to bounce you back into his thrusts like some fucktoy - his favorite one, of course.
You yelp at the change in angle, his swollen cock dragging so dizzyingly against all the right spots. Pounding into you, deep. Disrespectful - like he promised.
âFuck me?â he clicks his tongue and scoffs so uncharacteristically. Then again, Nanami was always out of character with you. âLast time I checked, I-â One, harsh thrust. â-was the one fucking you. Like a slut.â
âAt least this âslutâ,â itâs hard to speak with the way he was fucking pushing into your lungs. âCan do a better job than you.â You crane your neck to glare at him as best you could. âYou call this fucking?â
Then itâs like something snapped. Several somethings, in fact.
Nanamiâs tie, his sanity, you by the end of this.
And before you know it, youâre on your back, splayed out sinfully on top of the desk. Nanamiâs heavy cock pulling out just to throw you around how he pleased, immediately burying back into your sloppy pussy like it killed him to stay apart.Â
âLittle bitch. Always testinâ me.â heâs grunting, drawing urgent, frenzied little patterns on your clit - not even circles because for once in his life, Nanami was too impatient. Too depraved. âAlways fuckinâ getting on my nerves with your smart mouth and-â Hips getting so filthy, a rough, maddening tandem. âSlutty lilâ skirts.â
Once he started, Nanami couldnât stop - he couldnât stop his movements, so desperate to get you off. And he couldnât stop his words either.
âWanâed this so bad. So fucking bad.â Words slurring. Maddening - like a man possessed. âCosâ youâre such a fucking bitch nâ I wanted to bend you over and shut you up at every meeting we had. Didnât care for an audience.â
Heâs milking himself on your dripping cunt with reckless abandon, groaning at the way youâre taking each slam of his hips so well. Bruising on your ass, your swollen clit, your mouth as Nanami hisses out little profanities into it. Like a mantra.Â
âMmpf- fuck, K-Ken. Sâtoo much oh my god. Feels so-.â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
âHey there, Mr. Nanami. Mâjust here to confirm that the team meeting will be here in five?â A voice, unassuming from outside the door. âYeah. Jusâ come in then, weâll be ready in five.â You donât know what youâre reeling more from - the looming interruption or Nanamiâs next words. Cock still unforgiving. Disrespectful. Turning to you as he whispers against your lips, âBetter get done, you little slut. Before HR finds out why we have so many debriefs here.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - To kill? To ruin.
âSo, you couldnât kill me. Now what, pretty?â
Your eyes stay locked on the cult leader sat in front of you. The way his inky hair framed that relaxed smile - too relaxed. His arm bruising around your waist, tight to keep you from escaping. Long lashes fluttering so enticingly as he waited for your answer.Â
Your target.Â
Unfairly beautiful - even with the knife at his throat, his own just inches away from your neck.Â
And you donât know if youâre even breathing - or if he is either. Waiting to see how one word could change everything. How youâd end up killing each other, a bloodbath. Or-
Or how youâd end up spread so shamefully on Getoâs tatami floors, legs dangling off his strong shoulders. Poor pussy so bloated with his cum already. Hands scrambling to grip onto the floor - his biceps - his hair - just anything to keep yourself from losing your fucking sanity while he fucks you like heâs lost his.Â
Over and over and- Youâve lost track of time now, itâs been hours, both of you barely lucid at this point.Â
âAwww, what happened? Shy?â heâs tutting mockingly in your ear, acting as if youâve got the capability to form any coherent sentences right now. âNâ you were so feisty earlier.â
âF-fuck ah- you.â you manage to choke out, teary and barely coherent with the hand wrapped around your throat. Only growing tighter with each cute lilâ whine leaving your swollen lips.Â
âHa! Guess youâre still feisty.â Geto lets out a breathy laugh, unsure where to look at - how you were staring up at him with such sultry, defiant eyes or the way your heavenly cunt was sucking him like anything but. Puffy folds bulging obscenely around him. So messy and wet, painted white with this cum. âFeisty enough to gimme another one?â
Hell, Geto doesnât even know if he can cum again - but that sinful little pool of cum spreading on the floor makes some primal, raw part of himself think he just might will it out of himself. Or die trying.Â
Messy. So messy.Â
âD-die trying?â you repeat breathlessly, more to yourself than Geto. Oops- had he said that out loud?Â
Oh, Geto was having way too much fun with this. Way too much fun with how you were so overstimulated and fucked dumb. Watching as you wonder how you were the one supposed to assassinate him, but might just not make it out alive yourself. Â
âMhm.â he grins, at how cockdrunk you were, squeezing your throat tighter. Blood roaring in your eyes, vision spotty now. âDie trying, or cum fâme first. Your choice.â
Heâs fucking you so mean. So hard that you were sure the creases of the tatami mat would be there on your back even tomorrow. Getoâs warm cum dribbling down your legs, nothing but rough, lewd squelches from below. Sloppy and addicting.Â
âI- donât-â
âI d-donât.â he mocks your delirious little stammers. Biting down on your neck, hard. âShut up.â Thrusts only getting sharper, more calculated - like it personally offended him you were even able to talk this much. Hand squeezing tighter and tighter- âJusâ cum if you wanna breathe, pretty.â
âBut I donât think I hngh- can!â you sob, nails clawing at his wrist pathetically. Vision blanking, dripping pussy only sucking him more desperately.Â
And Geto really canât help but spread your swollen folds apart with his thumb, watching the way his seed oozes out of your fluttering hole. A lewd ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips each time he fucks it deeper and deeper. Fingers barely grazing your throbbing clit, so sensitive that even that was too much.Â
Cunt so embarrassingly needy that it was almost difficult for Geto to move inside you, milking his cock too well. Too overstimulated. He didnât care of course - it just made it all the more fun - but oh it made his dick twitch so wildly inside your gummy walls. Balls squeezing painfully as he snaps his hips faster. More purposeful.
Fuck. Heâs strong.Â
âBut-â
 âJust shut up and cum.â
And then you canât help it - you are.Â
Creaming all over Getoâs cock, his unforgiving unforgiving cock. Body moving before your mind as a hand shoots out to grab his pale neck. Dangerous. Wrapping so deliciously as you pull him down, nails digging into skin so hard it could draw blood.Â
You didnât care if you did - wouldâve enjoyed it even. Enjoyed it more as you kissed him, hard.Â
âFuck you. Fuck you fuck you, I should kill you.â you wheeze into his open mouth. All tongue and tears, and thick, hot ropes of Getoâs cum. Painting your already-overfilled pussy white, like heâs cumming harder than he has his entire life. Like he hadnât been pumping your poor cunt full of his seed all these past hours. âI should kill you.â
And you can only take it.Â
Only keen at the way his nails leave neat little crescents on your neck, breath coming in short gasps. Geto pushing all the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Each ram of his thick, relentless cock.Â
âYeah. Kill me.â Smirking, voice shot and just dripping with such danger - one that didnât bode well for your poor cunt. âBut only if you arenât able to cum fâme one more time.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âYou seriously like this?â
Those were the first words out of your mouth - bewildered ones, at that.Â
Because, sat on top of the fidgeting special grade, pinning him to the ground with your weight, the last thing you expected was to feel his achingly hard erection. Already so damp, and hot against your ass - drawing a sinful little hiss from Chosoâs pretty lips as you grinded experimentally against it.Â
He liked this.
And you did, too.Â
And you certainly didnât expect to find yourself mere moments later, panties just pushed to the side so you can be split apart on his aching cock. Hands gripping his chest, your hips rocking down against his like such a slut.
âH-hah- fuck fuck fuck, youâre so fucking messy, baby.â Choso lets out a guttural groan, jaw dropping into a soft little oh! at the heavenly sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. In and out in and out in and-
Cunt clenching at how beautiful he was underneath you - cheeks flushed, dark hair undone, sticking to his forehead as Choso bucks his hips wildly to meet yours. Absolutely wrecked. âYeah? Look whoâs ngh- talking.â you smirk.Â
âF-fuck you.â
âOh?â you taunt. âLast time I checked, Iâm hah- the one riding you.â
At your words, heâs huffing softly - so different from how he fucking up into your ravaged cunt a jagged, sharp thrust. Eyes twinkling at the way he knocks all the air out of your lungs with the sheer stretch. Somehow, you have a distinct feeling that if this was his way to shut you up then you really didnât mind.
âSo what?â he spits. Fingers reaching across to roll against your throbbing clit, over and over in hasty little circles. âSo what if youâre riding me like a cute lilâ whore? Iâm the one oh fuck- messing up your insides.â
And then heâs bucking his wildly up into yours like heâs trying to prove something. Toned pelvis bruising on your own, breath ragged and youâre wondering whether Choso can even remember to breathe. Too focused on marking you up from the inside, feeling the way your plushy cunt squeezes and milks him dry.Â
âI could f-flip us over so ngh- fucking easily.â he grunts, breathing ragged. âTake over s-so easily. Take this pretty pussy all I want. But no, yâlook too pretty like this, baby.âÂ
You knew he could. Without even breaking a sweat, in fact, if his iron-hold grip on your hips told you anything.Â
Strong - he was so strong.Â
âThen why- ah! donât you?â
You had half the mind to wonder whether Choso let you pin him down just because he wanted to- but you donât get to ponder about it for too long. Because no sooner has the thought entered your mind before heâs running his mouth.Â
âShit, because I could cum from jusâ this sight.â Talking, like he couldnât stop. In awe. âOh? You hah- like being praised, no? Can feel you squeezing the fuckinâ life outta me. Hell, I can ngh- see you.â
And God, itâs so embarrassing the way he could read you so well. Immediately babbling out little praises about how good your gummy walls felt and how pretty you were. How he didnât give a fuck if this was breaching your regulations as a sorcerer, he could do this forever and ever and-
âShit!â itâs all you can do to keen and buck desperately as he easily finds that one spot that has you seeing stars. Alternating between hitting that spot with each and every rough thrust, and toying with your swollen clit. âShut up- shut up shut up-â
You didnât want him to - and Choso knew that, of course.
He chuckles, âAww, shy, baby? You donât have to be.âÂ
âFuck you,â you manage to grit out, despite your burning face. Your steadily dwindling sanity. âMânot shyâ
He gives your ass a quick smack! before speeding up. You shiver and he thinks you look so pretty, gasping for air as he pushes into your lungs. So pretty that Choso canât help but pull you into a kiss.Â
âThen just let me ruin you. Please, wanâ it so bad. So badly, fuck-â Relentless - barely even a kiss, like he was continuing the fight from before. Teeth and desperation and cries of the otherâs name. Looping an arm around your waist to keep you from running - because this might just be the only fight you didnât want to escape from. âFuckinâ use me. Just use me.â
Itâs like magnetism, not even a hairâs breadth between you two. You donât know whoâs getting filthier - you or Choso. Your hips are stuttering and sloppy, and so are his own.Â
Nails raking down his chest, leaving deep, red marks. And heâs marking you in his own way - a little revenge - sharp canines biting down your neck. Intoxicating. Both of you barely even lucid as you chase the otherâs high, trying to get them to break first.Â
This fight, however, you lose.
Because it only takes one, two harsh thrusts before youâre covering Choso in all your sweet sweet juices. The realization that he looks so pretty with your slick glistening on his abs hitting you before the fact that you squirted. Covering him, dripping off his milky skin. So fucking filthy that it made you feel so sinfully dirty to do something like this on a mission.
And you still are - using him over and over to chase peak after peak on his cock. His thick, relentless cock. One that only twitches dangerously at the sight, a fucked-out little giggle leaving him.Â
âGot hngh- o-one win under my belt. Shit, yerâ so pretty, now show me what you can do, lilâ sorcerer.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Unforgiving
âWhy should I?â You blink up tearily at the towering monster in front of you - or rather, your king, you should say. Big arms crossed, bare legs spread, his cock buried deep in your dripping pussy, so so hard and angry even after all these hours. Unmoving. âIâm not a toy.â
Not that heâd ever be the king of you.Â
But itâs times like this - when heâs looking at you like youâre more a plaything than human, cum dribbling down your legs, poor cunt so overfilled, - is when you think, shit, you might just not make it out alive.
Sukuna grins, âItâs either you do it yourself or nothing. Mânot gonna help such a disobedient slut.âÂ
The only response you give him is such a heated glare, one that does nothing but make his smirk grow wider - cock twitching so ferally inside you. Teasing you for so long before telling you to do it yourself. He liked this.
âOh but,â he pauses. Looking you right in the eyes as he spits on your pussy once. Twice. Adding to the mess of cum and slick down below, barely giving a fuck about the expensive sheets.
And you didnât want to like it - you refused to like it. But shit, the way Sukuna smeared his saliva all over your sloppy pussy, stuffed and bulging around his thick cock, had you squirming like such a slut. âIâll give ya a little help.â
Yeah, he liked this. Loved it, even.
Loved this familiar little song and dance - the way his prettiest lilâ consort was more bark than bite, snapping at him. But so so pliant when youâre split apart on his massive cock, jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head, cunt sucking him up so maddeningly good. Needy for more of his cum. Loved how you donât even register it - the way youâre grinding and dragging your pussy on his dick. Deeper. Harder.Â
Loved how your eyes snap open when you realize, giving him that beautiful stare that told him to âfuck offâ a thousand times over.
âAwww, nâ you were having so much fun.â he coos, shutting up whatever insult was on the tip of your tongue with a quick smack! to your ass. âTime fâme to teach you a lilâ lesson, brat.â
And then heâs pounding into you like a madman - heavy balls smacking your skin. Wrapping his big arms around your waist to keep you still, because God he was so mean. So rough. Enough to bruise.
Warm, you were already so warm with his seed, the feeling so addictive that Sukuna canât help but fuck it deeper and deeper into you. Wanting - needing - nothing more than to give you more.Â
âFuck you.â Is all you can manage to get out. Sukunaâs swollen cock too big, the stretch too sinful, his hips so unforgiving. He always made you feel like such a cumslut. âI d-donât need to hngh- be taught anything.âÂ
Itâs all that takes for his hands to wrap around your throat, like something snapped. Fingernails sharp, right over your racing pulse. He could kill you. And oh it was like you were asking for it, too - but he wouldnât. Canât. Instead crashing his lips onto yours, shutting you up before you dug your grave even deeper.
âSo mouthy. Such a shame this heavenly pussy is on such a fucking bitch.â he nips at your bottom lip, teasing. Dangerous. âI should kill you right now for your disrespect.â Suddenly so much meaner with his thrusts, so calculated and controlled. Bucking his hips up wildly to hit that one spot he knew too well. Over and over and- âBut I wonât.â
Shing!Â
You never dared to come to the kingâs chambers unprepared, of course.
âThen I will.â you held that sharpened comb to his neck. Sharp, digging ever-so-slightly into this skin. Pathetic in comparison to his nails, you knew, but something - anything - to keep this monster in check.Â
But Sukuna saw - he saw that little wobble in your lips, the way your hands falter minutely when he laughs. Laughs like he didnât have an impromptu knife to his neck right now, like this cute lilâ human wasnât the first one in eons to pose a threat to his life.Â
Because he knew.
He could feel it - the way your dripping cunt squeezing his achig cock, rocking to meet his merciless cadence. Eyes glassy, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, so fucking needy and on the edge. And he wondered if you knew - what a perfect little slut you were being for him. Exactly what heâs been looking for.Â
âOh shut up.â Sukuna murmurs, hot against ear. âYou canât kill me, you pathetic little human.â
âI can.â
And because you donât know whatâs good for you, youâre holding the knife tighter to his neck, wondering how the hell you havenât drawn blood yet. Close. Just one flick of the wrist. So close.
His fingers snake down to your swollen clit, pressing down. Hard.Â
âStop actinâ up nâ just cum fâme.â
And it was so embarrassing. Embarrassing the way he couldnât bat a lash at your pathetic attempt to take down the king of curses. Embarrassing how thatâs all it takes for you to see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears as you cum so desperately around his cock.Â
You all but scream Sukunaâs name - just a strangled, breathy mess of moans and tears. So fucking overstimulated that it hurt so good.Â
Sukuna wasnât any better - though, heâd never admit it. But you were so pretty for him, all teary whines and your tight pussy trying so greedily to milk the soul out of him, that he just canât help but cum.Â
âFuck fuck fuck. Take it.â Balls squeezing painfully, dick twitching wildly. Again and again, sloppily pumping thick, hot ropes into your quivering pussy. âYou donât fuckinâ deserve it- but hah- take it-â
And youâre so cockdrunk and dizzy with the feeling of him filling you up - dripping down your legs, pooling in a sinful little patch underneath you - that you barely even feel the nails tightening around your throat. Knife knocked to the ground. Though, you think youâre so delirious that you might not have minded either way.
âTried to kill your lord, huh?â Sharp. Dangerous. âI think you need more than jusâ one lesson, brat.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Liar liar
Now, Gojo loved your smart mouth.Â
Ever since those glory days from high school - he always has. He loved how it was always ready with a bitchy comment about his blindfold and an even bitchier smirk afterward. Always so hot-headed, always so fucking gorgeous.Â
But Gojo loved your mouth even more when it was just inches away from his, telling him to just shut the fuck up before âYaga hears and realizes that two of his teachers have gone missing.â
Oh, you looked so pretty for him all splayed out over your desk, papers askew, office door just closed - but not locked. Your pretty cunt so messy and just dripping through your panties already. He just couldnât help but tease you a little bit.Â
âDoes it matter?â he hums, pulling the drenched fabric aside just enough to drag his leaking tip up and down your puffy cunt. Barely teasing your sloppy slit. Hands just everywhere, goosebumps racing down where your skirt was flipped up.
âOf course it fucking-â
âAh ah.â he interrupts your little rant. Breath hot against your mouth, âSomeone might hear.â
God you could fucking smack him right now - not that it would be of any use, of course, with limitless. But you had a nagging little feeling that Gojo would turn it off for the moment, just to feel that cute smack against his face anyway. âFuck you, Satoru.â
Instead, youâre crashing your lips onto his. So filthy with the way itâs just a mess of teeth and saliva - seething. Barely even noticing the way youâre pulling his angry, throbbing cock closer, heels digging into his slutty waist.Â
âYouâre all big talk but youâre just a-â heâs reeling his hips back, so filthy on purpose with the way heâs letting his weeping head smear precum all over your hips. â-desperate little-â Fat cock surging forward to stretch at your swollen folds. â-slut.â
âFuck off.â
âNo, mâfucking you.â
Nothing more is said before Gojoâs bullying his massive cock into your tight pussy. Head falling into the crook of your neck with a low groan as he ruts into you in jagged, tight little thrusts.
Like he wanted to tear you apart. Like he was holding back.Â
âF-fuck. Mânot a fucking-â you moan at the burning stretch. So delicious with the way he was drawing quick, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. âSlut.â
Because of course you couldnât keep your mouth shut - not even when Gojo was fucking you dumb on his cock.Â
And itâs all you can do to just sit there and take it as he thrusts his hips harder. It almost felt like heâd deemed you unworthy of allowing you to adjust. Hands locking around your hips to sit you all pretty on the desk while he slides his cock in and out in and out in and-
âFucking liar.âÂ
âWh-what?â
âThis one-â Gojo draws his hand back ever-so-slightly from your poor, abused clit. Palm facing your sloppy pussy like he was going to-
Smack!
â-is honest with me.â
You donât even know if youâre in the proper state of mind to respond to that - and you donât even want to try. To embarrass yourself. As if the way you were letting out strangled gasps of Gojoâs name, hips bucking wildly, wasnât pathetic enough.Â
âGod, you love this, huh?â heâs panting, like the way your gummy walls were squeezing the ever-loving life out of his thick cock had broken open some dam. âShit. Do you even realize how much you love this?â he glances down at your messy pussy. Your sweet sweet juices smearing and spreading in a lewd little pool on the table below. âSweetheart, youâre just drooling everywhere.â
And as if that wasnât unfair enough, Gojo goes suspiciously quiet for a beat. One. Two.Â
Before spitting a steady stream of saliva to the mess down below, awestruck at the way your cunt clenches and quivers like such a slut.Â
âHngh- oh my god. T-Toru. Fuck!â
âSee? Ya love it.â heâs speeding up. And you donât know whatâs more erratic - his fingers on your swollen cunt, so frenzied they were like a blur, or his hips. Leaving marks with how mean he was being. Merciless. Fucking merciless. Massaging all the right spots inside, no reason or rhyme. âFucking liar, so pretty takinâ all of me. Canât even handle me properly.â Running on just the thought of you and getting you off and you you you-
Smack!
âDid ya know you try to squeeze the soul out of me every time I smack this cute lilâ pussy?â he chuckles, the complete opposite of how his cock was so mean. âShe canât get enough of me. Really love this cock, huh?â
You grit out, âI fuckinâ hate you-â
And as if to prove something, heâs giving your swollen pussy another smack! Right over where your clit was so pulsing and angry. White-hot shocks of pleasure going all the way from Gojoâs fingertips to your hazy mind.Â
âShe might just love me as much as you do.â
And when you cum, youâre cumming so hard you didnât know whether youâd make it out alive. Riding your high on Gojoâs unforgiving cock. Wave after wave that have you so cockdrunk and delirious that youâre worried that someone could-
Click! âIs anyone-â
Your back hits the mattress before you can react - before you even think to wonder what the fuck just happened. Before the smell of pine and candy hits your senses and it hits you that shit those navy blankets look too familiar.Â
âSatoruâŚâ you glance up from Gojoâs bed at the man himself looming over you. Cock still buried so deep in your cunt, rocking so hard into you that the mattress creaks in protest. You can barely choke out, âD-did you just hah- teleport us-â
âYeah.â he sounded so infuriatingly smug. âDecided mânot letting you go till you start being as honest as this cute pussy.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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¡.â đđđđđđđđ. thinking about true form!sukuna having a huge size kink (+ corruption kink).
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note. super self-indulgent. cant rlly blame me for creating this. also do you see those big ass hands in the header i used? yeah.. says enough (this sucks ass)
tags. dom heian era!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut. porn with plot. size kink / size difference (reader gets referred to as âshortâ & âsmallâ). p in v -> unprotected. degradation. corruption kink (reader gets referred to as ânaiveâ, 'shy' & innocentâ-looking). tummy bulging. loss of virginity mention. hymen breaking mention. cervix fucking, ouch. lots of teasing. tiny bit of choking. tiny mention of blood tasting ? idk. hint at anal / double penetration. dirty talk. sukuna has two of everything btw mehehe. reader get called âwoman, brat, slut, little'.
sukuna is intrigued by you. heâs always been, since the moment heâs laid his eyes upon you. your loyalty and devotion to him are two aspects that the king of curses likes most about you. .
. . after your innocence.
it nearly irked him. every time he saw you hanging around the estate without a single care in the world. sukuna would attempt to intimidate you with serious threats. heâd loom over your short stature and look down at you with a malicious glint in his eyes. though, none of it seemed to work.
you'd only bow your head at him and apologise if youâve caused him any possible inconveniences. it annoyed the sorcerer. you werenât trembling in fear like all the others would â it was like there was nothing going on in that head of yours. especially when you smile at him. which no one actually dares to do.
sukuna could crush you. with no effort. one big hand would be enough to pick your entire body up, lift you in the air and throw you around like a ragdoll. you donât seem to fear the possibility of that happening, even when being faced with a pissed off sukuna.
itâs truly intriguing and amusing. thatâs why sukuna kept you around every day â as a form of entertainment, he called it. one thing led to the other and you eventually ended up as one of his concubines. the king of curses himself decided to grant you that promotion.
why? because not only does your fragile body, reserved and polite personality and innocence secretly fascinate him â it also makes him crave you. crave to shatter that naivety of yours. to take that small body of yours and make it feel what it means to be overpowered by a man twice your size.
sukuna does not regret his decision to make you his concubine. the first night you spent together was one of the best nights he had ever had. in all his many years of living. not a single woman had ever succeeded in blowing his mind when it came to sex.
it was usually boring and repetitive for the sorcerer. he felt nothing for those women heâs had in bed before â it was solely for the fact of satisfying himself. though, that changed on the day you had given him your virginity.
he remembers every detail; from your little noises of both pain and pleasure, your tight and untouched pussy that bled faintly when the fat tip of his lower cock pushed through, your nails that dug into his arms and back, your thighs that he held to your chest, his large hands that could easily wrap around the fat of them, your aching cunt that was left spasming around air as it tried to keep his sticky cum stored in place.
sukuna didnât think your tears would affect him as much. when he took your virginity and you whimpered in pain â he did feel a twinge of guilt. it was strange; he hadnât felt that emotion before. he had stopped and wiped your tears away. roughly whispered some words of encouragement too.
he had never done so before. never. he had never told anyone how âgoodâ they were for him. how heâd be âcarefulâ to not make it hurt any more. the king of curses recalls vividly how slow he started with you. slow sex. instead of rough like heâs used to.
sukuna wasnât chasing after his own pleasure in that moment like heâd usually have. his main priority was to make sure the girl below him was comfortable enough to continue. youâre strange. the things you make him do, say and feel are strange. and yet. . .
it was an amazing night. the best. however sukuna was left behind with an insatiable hunger for you. more, more, more. he canât grasp it yet; why he longs for you. for those feelings heâs suddenly capable of experiencing during intimate moments.
itâs why he calls for you every night. no other concubine was needed after you were made one. the king of curses couldnât care less about those other women. they are boring to him.
unlike you. the one heâs sure that he wonât ever get bored of.
âyou can take me so well now,â sukuna breathes out. one of his cocks was inches deep inside you, bulbous tip painfully hitting your cervix. over the past few weeks, your body had learnt to adjust to him, your pussy molded to fit the shape of his dick.
sukuna looks down at you and his cocks twitch with the urge to release already. his heavy balls clenching. your fucked out state is adorable. you seemed so.. vulnerable underneath the big man, âwhat a fragile little thing.â
it almost sounded condescending. degrading. especially with sukunaâs lips being curled up into a mean grin, his sharp canines showing. there was a puddle of your cum forming underneath your hips â staining the sheets that the poor servants have to clean by tomorrow morning.
âp-please, fngh, âs too big,â you sputter out. no matter how many times you took sukuna in, your smaller body couldnât quite fully accommodate to the girth of him. every time he hits your deepest parts, you let out a painful whimper.
sukuna kisses his teeth, though slows his thrusts a bit. the wet sounds of his cum and yours getting pushed in and out of your cunt with each move was too addicting. what sukuna loves most is the view of the skin of your lower abdomen swelling and stretching each time he pushes forward.
âi thought you said youâd take both of my cocks today, yet it seems like you canât even handle one,â the king of curses sighs whilst belittling you. one set of hands is holding you down by your hips, the other set is fondling your stiff nipples and circling your sensitive clit, âwhat a pity. a real pity.â
you almost choke on your spit as all your sensitive spots were being fondled. sukunaâs thick fingers leave no place untouched as he increases the tempo againâhis cock plunging in and out of your stretched hole. the upper one was twitching, rubbing against your clit and lower abdomen.
sukuna harshly grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him after he hears you apologise for making empty promises. he seems satisfied with you staying so polite. even when heâs practically rearranging your guts. the way you talk through your soft sobs and cries is endearing. makes him grin wickedly.
âi donât want to break my favourite little concubine yet, you see,â sukuna continues. he lets out a grunt of pleasure when your pussy clenches around his thick cock. no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, you still remain as tight as the first time.
he takes in a deep breath. heâs trying his best not to pound you into the mattress. heâd fold you in half and probably break you like the fragile thing you are. he could snap you like a twig if he wasnât careful, â. . .but youâre making it very difficult for me.â
you respond by apologising again. oh, how cute it was to see you babble and make up excuses. sukuna grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he resists the urge to go harder on you. youâre already squirming and moaning loudly just because heâs fucking you hard and deepâbruising your cervix and forcing your walls to open up to him.
ââm sorry, wanna take both.â you hiccup and sniffle. tears ran down your cheeks from overstimulation. it felt so good yet so painful to be taken by the person you admire most. you didnât want to displease him, so you uttered those hopeless yet needy sentences again.
sukuna stops his movements when you weakly ask him to use both of his cocks on you. he scoffs, not knowing where you gained the confidence from. he pulls out of your dripping cunt, leaving a trail of cum connecting both your genitalia.
ââwanna take both,â she says,â sukuna mocks you under his breath. itâs getting worse; heâs nearing the point of no return. especially with your desperate whines that were like music to his ears, âyouâll break, woman.â
two of his hands move to stroke along his lengths, smearing the mixture of body fluids all over them. his eyes glare down at your small formâalready fucked out, yet aching to continue. needing the full experience for once.
you always turn from a shy girl to a complete slut whenever he has you in bed. sukuna loves it.
âi want to try at the very least,â you mutter. itâs true that youâre exhausted. youâre catching your breath now that you got the chance, tired eyes glancing up at sukunaâs enormous stature between your legs, his defined muscles and the tattoos on them glistening under the faint light of the oil lamp.
it got your pussy throbbing and clamping down around air. you felt a bit light headed and your head lolls back against the pillow, eyes glazed over as you try to seem determined. but your body was tired.
âyeah? how. . . cute,â sukuna grins. he knows you canât. not today at least. he doesnât mind if you arenât capable of taking him fully since youâve already pleased him well enough for now. though, he still canât help but tease youâmake it seem like heâs going to give you what you want, âall right. donât say i didnât warn you.â
your eyes widen and your fingers curl around the silky bedsheets beneath you in anticipation. your heart is pounding in your chest as you watch sukuna pump his two cocks a bit faster, squeezing the base a bit, leaking some pre.
itâs all just for show.
âiâm not stopping. even if you scream.â the king of curses warns you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. you gulp at the terrifying aura sukuna was emitting. one of his tips teases your entrance whilst the other probes and circles around your anus.
he threatens you again, testing if youâll back down, âlast chance. iâm not pulling out once iâm in, do yâhear me?â
you keep being stubborn until the very last second. sukunaâs deep voice that shook you to your core was not enough to make you change your mind. you were so desperate to fulfill his every need and make sure that he was satisfied. it made you the perfect woman in his eyes.
the king of curses is completely amused. he decides to take it up a notch. he pushes his lower cock against the tight ring of muscles, pressing and nearly allowing the tip to move in. the sudden increase in pressure is torturous. you surely wouldnât be able to withstand the entire thing.
âw-wait!â you squeal in surprise and pain. the sting you felt made you snap back into reality. itâs when you realised that maybe you needed more time and experience to take both of sukunaâs dicks. you squirm your hips away, âcanât. i canât.. hurts too much.â
sukuna nearly rolls his eyes once you finally give in. he shakes his head with a sigh, feigning disapproval and annoyance. he pulls his entire body away from yoursâa ominous shadow casted over his eyes. it makes you think that heâs pissed off at you; for being unable to please him.
you panic a little. even if you are sure sukuna wouldnât ever hurt you. you know he favours you over the other concubines. you donât want to lose that position.
âiâm sorry.â you apologise before the sorcerer could say anything. he lets out a sharp breath, rough hands back on your body, kneading your flesh gently yet firmly. his eyes take in the view of you trembling.
itâs unreal. you are half his sizeâcompletely vulnerable underneath him. heâd normally call people like you weak and useless. wouldnât feel a thing for them. but your naked body below his is a sight he wishes to see every night.
it turns sukuna on so much. the fact that you are helpless and donât complain when youâre struggling to take one of his cocks gets him going each time.
âtsk. whatâd i tell you?â sukuna grumbles. he slaps his lower cock firmly against your clit. your body responds by closing your thighs together, though the king of curses pries them apart again, âstop overestimating yourself, brat.â
he isnât actually mad. it was expectedâof course you couldnât take both at once. he didnât even prep your other hole enough. plus you are clearly still exhausted from the previous rounds. sukuna just likes to. . . test and take advantage of your devotion to him. your obedience and desires to please him.
itâs fascinating to see you squirm and apologise in that whiny voice of yours. it makes him grin from ear to ear. and it keeps things fun.
before you could mutter excuses again, sukuna stops you by leaning in. just when you thought youâd finally get to kiss him, he goes to bite down on your bottom lip. a moan slips out of your mouth which only spurs him on to bite down harder.
you could feel the devilish smirk on sukuna against your lip. his wet tongue cleans up the tiny drop of blood that escaped the wound. he lets out a low hum in approval at the taste. delicious as always.
ânow, how should i punish my little concubine for being unable to keep her word?â sukuna whispers in a serious tone. it sends shivers down your spine, his hot breath traveling from your jaw to your right ear. he slowly licks your earlobe, âwhat do you say? any ideas?â
the tension in the room was palpable. your heart was stammering in your throat from the proximity between the two of you. you gather the courage to answer as sukunaâs fingers curl around your neck, squeezing your throat as if forcing the answer out of you.
âi-iâll do anything, sir.â you reply through a shaky breath. the king of curses pulls back after heâs got a response from you. your eyes meet his and thatâs when you know that youâve either greatly pleased him or have given him the chance to go all out on you.
itâs probably both.
âanything, you say?â sukuna repeats slowly. without a warning, he effortlessly flips you over on your stomach, a set of hands pulling your ass up by your hips whilst the other set holds your upper body down on the mattress.
a harsh grip on the back of your head results into you whimpering. your face was mushed into a pillow, almost leaving no place to breathe. your back is placed in the perfect arch with your plump ass facing up. itâs one of sukunaâs favourite positions to do with you â especially because it makes you seem smaller than you already are.
âheh. iâll make you regret saying that.â sukuna chuckles. a low, evil and wicked chuckle. thatâs enough to make you realise that he was not going easy on you. your submission had greatly impressed the king of curses and he's taking advantage of it. again.
what would come next could be a reward for that said submission. heâs going to fuck your brains out and make you forget about everything else except for his dick. a night you wonât ever forget as long as you liveâthatâs a possibility.
or perhaps youâre going to be crying and begging him to go easy on you. a punishment for not being able to keep your promise. that could also happen.
anyway, youâre about to find out which one it is.
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simon being protective of his mail order bride scratches all the right spots in my brain.
mail-order bride
you're almost relieved when you hear the knock at the door. you've been a holding a tree pose for a few minutes too long, and the girl hosting the online yoga class is starting to fry your eardrums with her too-perky voice.
you're sweating bullets, and her hair hasn't moved a fucking inch out of her ponytail.
you mute the television, wiping your forehead before making your way to the front door. you open it with a sigh, not really knowing what you expected to see, but it certainly wasn't the average-dressed man standing on the steps there.
you blink, raising a brow when his eyes roam over you, and you realize suddenly that you're wearing workout clothes, which is showing off a little more than you'd like to some rando standing on your doorstep.
"uh..." you look around a little. "i'm sorry, can i help you?"
he smiles. it's a little unnerving.
"right, yeah, i'm starting a business around here, and i wanted to ask if you've been needing any help with any fixtures around the house. i'm giving a 50% discount if you give me a rating on google."
you open your mouth for a moment, frowning.
"uhm..." you shake your head, "sorry. we don't need any help right now."
"you live here alone? sometimes it's hard to spot when the electric's on the piss, y'know? need a keen eye," he laughs, coming up one of the steps. you shake your head again.
"no, thanks."
he's a wiry man, but he's tall (not taller than your husband, but taller than you). you step back a little and start to close the door. he comes up the steps. out of the corner of your eye, you see the cat slip out between your legs, hissing a little as the distance closes between you and the man.
"wait! can i give you my contact info? i don't have a card, but i can leave you my--"
the sound of simon's truck pulling into the garage gets both of you to look behind. simon doesn't even park all the way inside. he throws the truck door open, stepping out of it, and the man on your steps moves back away from you immediately, making his way off the little porch.
simon looks huge, more so than ever. his steps are heavy, boots hitting the ground like a warning bell, and he's wearing just a short-sleeved shirt that's showing off those glorious fucking arms. you have never doubted simon's strength, but he looks like he could flip a car with the anger that's leaving him in heavy waves. you're surprised that you are not afraid; you just know somehow that simon won't touch you.
"oi!" simon yells, and the man definitely understands he picked the wrong fucking house to be a creepy salesman at when his knees nearly buckle as he tries to walk away. "where the fuck do y'think y'r goin', you twat?"
you sigh deeply, not realizing how much you were shaking until you notice your hands trembling around the doorknob. you watch as simon catches the guy by his dirty jean jacket, nearly lifting him completely off his feet as he drags him towards the fence gate.
"hey! hey! i didn't do anything!"
"i saw ya, ya fuckin' arse, know exactly wot the fuck y'were doin'," simon growls, tossing him onto the sidewalk. he hits the pavement with a cry, holding onto his arm, and simon slams the fence gate closed before pointing at him accusingly. "'f i ever see ya anywhere near m'fuckin' house or even askin' m'wife for so much as fuckin' directions, i'll cut y'r bloody prick off, y'hear?"
you blink as simon comes closer, the cat retreating back into the house once they see him. he keeps walking, crowding you back into the house before he shuts and locks the front door. his chest is heaving, black t-shirt doing nothing to hide the puff of his chest and how large he makes himself when he stands up to other men. he doesn't even need to make himself larger; simon takes up enough space for two men combined.
"he touch you?" simon asks, his voice low. you see his fists clench, and you have no doubt that if you said yes, simon would go outside and paint the pavement a new color with the man's face.
you shake your head frantically, and he lets out a deep breath, reaching up and wrapping a hand around the back of your head and pulling you close.
he bends, pressing his masked forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he breathes in slowly. he rubs at the nape of your neck, soothing you, and you smile when he pulls away, giving him those big eyes that say thank you, thank you, thank you.
simon cocks his head, staring behind you, and you turn with him to see the cat blinking slowly at the two of you from it's place on the windowsill.
"should get you a fucking guard dog instead," simon mutters, pulling his mask off and kicking his boots into the corner. you smile as he walks away, trying to cool your warm cheeks with the backs of your hands.
doesn't he know you already have one?
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katsuki is pissed the fuck off.
it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell. whenever he's angry he makes it extremely obvious and most of the time it becomes everyone's problem. but it's weird to you because he was fine like, 5 seconds ago.
until 5 seconds ago he'd gotten back from buying groceries for the class and kissed you on the forehead as a greeting. he'd even brought the oranges you'd begged him to get last minute because you'd randomly been craving them, even after saying he wouldn't (but you both knew he would.)
but now he's pissed, and you have no idea why.
he's not saying anything either, but he keeps huffing and clicking his tongue every once in a while, fist pressed hard against his cheek and his jaw locked tightly chewing on the little piece of the own orange he'd been eating and finished a bit ago.
you keep munching on your piece of orange as you stare at him, and then you poke at his cheek. he grunts, shooing your hand away and leaning away from you.
"what's got you so grouchy ?" you tilt your head with a raised brow, he scoffs. readjusting his leg on the couch. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. he's ignoring you now ?
"katsuki."
silence.
"katsukiii-"
"it's nothin'." he growls, huffing through his nose.
this time you do roll your eyes "sure, that's why you're being all cranky." slowly, you inch towards his spot on the couch where he'd secluded himself away. he hasn't left the room and he doesn't react to you getting closer besides a slight side eye, so you know he's probably just being dramatic.
his nose scrunches up at your wording and he pretends he doesn't notice you lifting his arm up to lay in them. he doesn't comment on how he almost immediately changes his position to make you more comfortable.
"m'not cranky." he spits, eyebrows contorting and a pout settles onto his face "not a baby."
could've fooled me you think, but you decide against actually saying it. you're smile widens when his eyes narrow once he meets yours, he pinches your side "quit starin' at me."
"katsukiii. what's got your panties in a bunch ?" you coo and katsuki gives you the most repulsed look you've ever seen him make.
"don't ever say that ever again, i'm so fucking serious." he groans at your giggling, leaning his head away and shoving his palm in your face to get away from you like he couldn't just leave the room instead of actively pulling you closer to him. really, could've fooled you.
"ya didn't let me peel yer orange for you.." he mumbles grumpily.
you blink up at him "..what ?"
eyebrows furrowing just at the memory, he continues "was gone for three seconds to put away the damn groceries an' here you go, prancing around me, throwin' your peel away in the trash right in front of me."
oh, wow.
"katsuki. really ?"
"you know i always do it for you. yn." he sasses.
"that's why you were so mad at me ?" your giggles muffled by him pressing your head into his shoulder in a headlock.
"you were busy !" you fight weakly.
"so ? if you've got shit to do you come to me, i woulda done it in two seconds. peeling oranges doesn't take that long, dummy."
you keep giggling as you try to fight him off before you hear him snort and he releases you.
as stupid as it may sound, katsuki isn't the best when it comes to letting his affection be known through words, so you know how much acts of services, as small as they are, mean to him.
you sometimes forget how much he loves to do little things for you. throwing away your little candy wrappers, or already unwrapping your ice cream for you. or absentmindedly fixing up and sorting out your desk, or bookshelf when he sees your manga out of order or sticking out too much. the little ways he cares for you make your heart flutter. you smile up at him and offer him a piece of orange. he scowls at it.
"don't want your stupid orange." he mutters childishly, but you don't have enough time to pull away to eat it yourself before he grips your wrist. bringing it up to his mouth to eat it anyway. you roll your eyes with a fond smile.
"i'll be sure to leave the orange peeling to you from now on." you jest. he grunts in approval, softly chewing on the slice of juicy orange before patting your wrists, signalling he wants more. and you snort, but you still hand him another piece. his warm grip on your wrist remains even though he could very well just take it out of your hands. he hums again when the taste kicks in.
"you better, i mean it. otherwise it's your funeral."
thank my lovely lovely moot @kovu-bunnbunn for this lovely idea ! tysm twin ! :3
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Oof, always feel so damn worn out after that 6+ hour trip, but can't sleep
So I can't do something fun and useful like minecraft, but... can't sleep and move on to tomorrow
#uncle was in town and had a good talk with him by the way#like both in the sense that we talked about my grandma's will and he was really happy to find we were on the same page#but then also just a good conversation about politics and tech and stuff#also found out that literally everyone there but my grandma is kind of paranoid about having too much money and losing benefits#my mom; her disability; me medicaid; and my uncle his workman's comp insurance#he was a firefighter and hurt his back real bad on the job; was forced to take early retirement and got pretty screwed#but this past year he's been teaching at the local university and really loving it#but he's not supposed to work more than 20 hours a week according to the disability insurance#but because it's so short staffed he's been having to work 30#and isn't it bullshit that a former fire paramedic might lose his benefits because he's teaching people too many hours a week#(cause universities suck at hiring teachers; why do that when you can just hire even more admin?)#like I'm a fucking bum; but my uncle's done a lot of good in the past and got hurt real bad while doing it#and now he's doing a lot of good teaching; and actually seems like a good teacher cause his students really seem to like him#and he could get penalized for it because by working 30 hours a week he might 'not be disabled enough'#despite the fact he's got like... real bad nerve pain; you can see him grimace when he's getting up and down#just pisses me off
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