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thetarotyapper · 3 days ago

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how will your future partner/spouse feel and react when you dominate them for the first time (18+)

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(how to pick a card? observe the given images and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

જ⁀➴ pile I

your person has literally been WAITING for the moment when you will dominate them babe like i'm not even kidding😭. they've been patient and they've been holding back from suggesting this idea because they don't know how you'd feel about it. and to be honest, they don't mind being the giver, but they wouldn't mind being the receiver either you know👀. for some of you, i'm seeing that your person might have been bored or exhausted at some point because they have always been the dominant one, but once you take the lead - OH THEY WILL LOVE IT. AND I'M SEEING THAT YOU'LL LOVE IT TOO AKJSAKAKKAKA. like their reaction is going to be so….. satisfying. you’ll find yourself wanting to dominate them over and over again because of the pretty faces they make before they will - well…..you know….reach climax. you being dominant is going to bring a new thrill and excitement into this relationship. this is like the missing piece in your relationship because once y'all realise you like to switch roles and be 50/50, your relationship is only going to progress for the better.

there's going to be so much passion - IT'S SO HEATED. like i'm not even kidding when i tell you that your person is going to remember this moment FOREVER babe, like mark my words!! this experience is going to be so spiritually transformative for them, there's no going back.

your person is literally going to melt in your hands and i’m seeing an image where they are “sacrificing” their life for you. basically, they'll let you do anything you want to them lol and they won’t protest. they'll love the thrill of you taking control and putting them in their place. they also love the view when you're on top of them🤭. i'm seeing here that your person has mustered up all the courage and asked you to take control over them. BYE SUDDENLY I HEARD THEM SAYING “use me”. UM SIR MA'AM I GOTTA GO Y'ALL DO YOUR THING I AINT COMING IN THE WAY KAJSJAJAKAKA. and oh, use your strength on them. manhandle them - they really like it. ANYWAYS BYE I'M LEAVING JJJAJAJJAHAHAJ.

just kidding, obviously i'm not gonna leave just yet hehe. i'm having too much fun doing your reading, pile 1 hahaha.

i'm seeing here that you are actually good at dominating them and taking the lead, like you're so confident - your confidence is literally gonna make them WEAK. they're going to be a complete mess at the end of the day. and oh how y'all love it (Y'ALL ARE SUCH FREAKY FREAKY PEOPLE, PILE 1). your person wants, and by wants i mean WANTS to be used by you like a toy. they might even be into BDSM because i see them wanting to try literally so many things with you - like please chill out, you can't try out everything at one time😭. they're so needy for you, and you know what pile 1? honestly this is goal’s because you're gonna love the way they are going to beg for you (pile 1, i see what you're doing here👀).

y'all are going to be so experimental and honestly speaking, HOW DO Y'ALL HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY. like the passion is so strong here, i don't think this is going to be a one-time-thing. this is literally the BEGINNING of something better and deeper. i'm seeing that y'all will also come up with your own creative ways in making your person reach climax faster. i see you learning their weak points and what turns them on. they will even tell you what they want you to do to them.

expect a lot of whimpering and begging from your person hahaha. they'll like it when you tease them and make them beg in order to reach their climax. the thought of you having the power over when they can feel good turns them on so much *COUGH COUGH* Y'ALL NEED A ROOM I'LL GIVE Y'ALL SOME SPACE WKSMNSMAMA BYEEEE.

જ⁀➴ pile II

babe let me start off by saying that your person is VERY SMART. like this all seems so pre-planned - i’m actually speechless 😭. i'm seeing here that your person will purposely make you mad so that you can dominate them and put them in their place. UM PILE 2’s PERSON???? WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO?? WHAT HAPPENED TO HI?? WHAT HAPPENED TO HOW ARE YOU?? it's so funny to me because while i was doing your reading, this is the first energy i got from your person like okay sir/ma'am i see what stunt you're pulling here👀🤭. i literally hear them thinking, “YES, MY PLAN WORKED!!” when you get mad and put them in their place.

i'm not even kidding when i tell you this, pile 2 - your person gets off at the thought of you taking control over them. like it just does something to their brain, i see their happy hormones releasing when you dominate them. they're going to love it when you go slow at first, being gentle and loving - caressing their cheek and all, but then BOOM - they're going to go crazy when you increase your pace and put them in their place. i see their eyes rolling back and them biting their lips. they're going to try so hard to bite back their moans but they're going to fail so miserably. i see them acting like you didn't do a good job and to prove them wrong, you're going to be more intense AND THIS IS THEIR PLAN - and you're also pretty adamant huh, pile 2. you ain't gonna give up THAT easily. you keep on falling for their traps all the time😭. and to be honest, i don't see any complaints from their end, nor from your end - so y’all are DEFINITELY enjoying this. and one more thing i gotta add pile 2, you know exactly what you're doing. it doesn't matter if it's the first time you're being dominant, YOU KNOW THE WAY. it seems like you've studied them before and you've noticed where they like to be touched and you're going to use this to your advantage. your person is not even going to make any particular requests, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

and i see that maybe y'all will even switch roles in between. like when you dominate them and make them reach their climax, they're going to dominate you immediately after that so you can feel good too. it's basically like, “if you make me feel good, i'm going to make you feel even better”. OH MY GOD i see y'all like tryna compete and see who’s better at making each other climax first and your love making can go on for hours just to prove y’alls point - this also seems like another one of your persons tactics 😅. i'm seeing here that your person might have a mommy kink. they might even have a degradation kink.

they will like it when you reward them for their good behaviour. they'll like to listen to you and i see them being so obedient - it's like they don't want your mood to change 😭. they don't want to miss out on this good opportunity and will literally do their best to keep you in this “dominant zone”. i'm also seeing that y'all will like to spoil each other after everything is done.

there's this elegance in the way you move and make them feel good, i literally don't know how to explain it. you will just look really good while making them reach climax. maybe it's your dedication or maybe it's the way you will remove all your frustration on them because they made you mad - but like there's just something about your face that made me stop for a second. i see your cheeks turning rose pink while making them feel good. it almost looks like you're a natural when it comes to this. and your person is going to LOVE this about you.

i see a proud look on your face when you make them reach climax. it's like your job here is done. your priority was to prove them wrong and show that you can easily make them melt under your touch, and when they do submit to you - you've won. it's all you ever wanted - to see them a complete mess, begging for more.

જ⁀➴ pile III

your person is someone who is very shy and might not communicate their urges to you. they might feel embarrassed and reserved. but here's the thing, they're open to trying it. and when i tell you that this experience is going to be life-changing for them, I MEAN IT.

for the longest time, your person might have had this mindset that the “man” should be the “dominant” one (my readings are flexible and can apply to any gender and sexual orientation - but in this reading i’m getting the feeling that your person thinks that the masculine energy should be the dominant one and the feminine energy should take on the submissive role. and here, your person is the masculine energy, that is why they are feeling like this). but i would be lying if i said that they haven't thought about being dominated by you. they've definitely thought about being dominated, but it feels so wrong to them. but at the same time, it feels so…. right?

i’m seeing here that the both of you will have a discussion about trying to switch roles and you both will mutually agree on it. AND GUESS WHAT???? Y'ALL ARE GOING TO LOVEEEEEE IT. i feel so many emotions right now and this is exactly how y'all would feel - nervous, overwhelmed, but also excited. your person is going to LOVE it when you praise them and they might be hesitant about this idea at first, but oh they're going to ENJOY IT. there's going to be so much love and trust here, i feel so emotional. like the feelings here are so genuine and there's genuinely so much love here i feel like crying. your person is a sweetheart and their nature is very reserved and shy. they take a lot of time to trust someone, so when they let you take control over them - that means they really really trust you.

i’m seeing that both of y'all would experiment and see what you like and don't like. in terms of intimacy, you both seem inexperienced and this is a great opportunity to understand what y'all prefer. Y'ALL ARE ALSO CREATIVE OH MY GOD. like y'all will find ways in making each other feel good - and your person is going to LOVE it when you talk them through it. i literally see them covering their face because they're embarrassed and didn't know they'd enjoy being so submissive. I’M LITERALLY GIGGLING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THEIR REACTION IS SO CUTE. also, from the beginning of your reading i've been getting the feeling that your person might wear glasses and when they're covering their face, their glasses will get in the way and it'll be fogged up and their face will be red - LIKE THE VIEW IS SO PRETTY.

being submissive will make them feel like they are losing a part of their masculinity (according to your partner) and you will have to reassure them that there are no such toxic expectations from your side. i feel like your person might come from a very conservative and misogynistic background and you can't even blame them because that's how they're raised. but the only difference here is that your partner is willing to try out new things and that is because they love you. i can't get over the emotions they feel for you. they're more than willing to change their ways and their thoughts for you because they love you so much. your love is going to change them. and i'm so proud of you, pile 3 - because you gave them a space where they can truly be themselves and break away from all the stigma.

your love is so deep, i literally see y'all building a family together. you both know that you have found the one and you're ready to settle down. your person is comfortable being intimate with you because they know that they're going to settle down with you someday (and even marry you). they're not open to everyone and they aren't the type to mess around. when they reveal their naked and true self to you, it means that they really trust you and they have a lot of faith in you. y'all are destined to meet. your destiny was already written. your relationship with this person is going to change the perception of love for many because in this day-and-age, love has lost its meaning. but when people look at your relationship, they will understand what true love is.

my lovely pile 3, i'm sorry if this reading wasn't fully centred around the main theme - but what i found so heart touching about your pile is that there is genuine love and true feelings here. i'm not even kidding when i tell you that i felt so emotional throughout your reading. i'm so glad you're here and the world deserves more people like you. never stop being you<3

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. i would be so glad if you could like my post and re-blog it, and please let me know which pile you picked - i would love hearing your thoughts!! take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

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shysuccubusstuff · 3 days ago

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Puppy! Caleb pt. 2

Content: Puppy! Caleb + non proof-reader; Clingy Caleb + Submissive then top + somnophilia + Cunnilingus + Manipulation + Obsessed! Caleb + Anxious! Caleb + dubcon (somnophilia) to consensual + Crying! Caleb + overstimulation + Size difference + dacryphilia + aftercare.

Word count: 1,982 words

Summary: With the beginning of your holidays, Caleb was already planning how the two of you would spend the days together, of course. So how will he react when you end up going out for the whole day most of the days?

Note: Just saw this cute video of a puppy in which his owner lets the leash fall and he looked so confused and cute... Uni is always so draining... Even when we have holidays in between, it seems I'm always tired :( It's funny that I tend to publish more when I'm busier, this is more dark in a sense, so make sure to read the tags before reading it please! Let me know if there are any tags missing cause I may have forgotten about it :(

Tag: @namjooningera

After several days working yourself to the bone, it was finally time for a well deserved rest, with them giving you over a week to rest completely before going back to work.

Of course you took the chance to rest, spending most of the days simply laying in bed with Puppy! Caleb by your side, his bigger body radiating warmth , making you nuzzle against him, even using his chest as a pillow to rest, allowing you to hear his rapid heartbeat, his hot breath hitting against your ear as the two of you rested together.

As for Caleb... ecstatic was an understatement. The second you told him that you were going to stay home for a whole week, Caleb's tail was already out of control, hitting against the door rapidly as he tried to keep himself under control. A whole week with you? Gosh, he could lick your whole face, that was the greatest new you had told him in quite a long time! He was already planning the many different activities the two of you could do... maybe going to that park the two of you used to go when you had more free time, even trying that new restaurant that you had saved on your phone... Oh, he had to keep himself in control, if not, he could accidentally lose his control over him... Yeah, he just had to keep himself calm... right?

Well, of course his plans would get messed up. The only day you spent the "whole" day at home was the day your holidays started, and well, not like it was the whole day as such, as you had to go to work in the morning. As soon as you had free time, your different friends started to ask you to hangout, not only those nice ladies that he had seen before, but also some unknown men that kept flooding your phone with messages and calls, sometimes even daring to appear at your doorstep, just who did they think they are? Still, Caleb tried to keep himself in check, busying himself by helping you around the house, making your food, laundry, cleaning the whole house as an attempt to regain your attention, his ears low, tail barely moving as put his whole focus on keeping you happy. But as the days went on and with you barely spending time with him, it finally got to him. Caleb started to become clingier, with him constantly following you around the house, tail wagging as he kept looking at everything you did, his arms wrapping around your leg each time he saw you starting to get ready, eyes watering as he begged you with those soft purple eyes.

And, how could you simply leave him like that? Of course this was soon taken advantage of by Caleb, with him always giving you that needy and helpless look every time he felt that you were even planning on leaving him alone. Then, as Caleb started to realise that you never got angry at him, even when he started to become even clingier, now even daring to wrap his whole body around your smaller frame each time you woke up, tail wrapped around your leg even as the two of you were sleeping. Then he even dared to leave subtle bite marks all over your neck, slowly making his way to the rest of your body, even in places that were definitely not supposed to be marked. And regardless of how much you told him to leave your poor body alone, as the marks that had been left by him started to look more like hickeys, rather than playful bites...

You should have known better than to try to sneak away from him... I mean, why would you even try to do that? Of course he had noticed that each time you went out to buy some groceries, you always forbid him from accompanying you, always using some old excuse such as "Oh, I don't want to bother you!" Did you think he was just some slightly bigger mut? He kept wondering, just when did you begin to try and hide stuff from him? You had always relied on him, ever since you found him close to dying in that park long time ago... Did you actually stop loving him? These type of thoughts began to flood his brain, nails digging anxiously on his pillow, sometimes even grabbing your pyjamas and pulling from them, always waking you up in the middle of the night as fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

This started to worry you, as Caleb always pretended to be fine, his lips always curving into a smile every single you looked at him, almost as if he hadn't spent the whole night whimpering and crying against the pillow, his arms holding you against his body as if he was afraid of you running away in the middle of the night. Instead of telling him that you knew, you chose to ignore it, after all, it wasn't the first time Caleb had been acting strange, with him always trying to mark you as his every single chance he got. Surely this was just one of those times, right?

You kept telling that to yourself, but this sweet dream of yours soon came crushing down the moment you woke up in the middle of the night. This time, instead of finding your sweet puppy crying in his sleep you found him somewhere else. Caleb was still crying, fat tears running down his cheeks as he licked your lower half, his warm tongue slowly running down your slit as he kept your legs open for him. "Caleb?... Just what are you doing?" Caleb ignored you, his eyes only focused on the way your pussy was glistening under the dim light that was entering through the window. You tried to stop him, already feeling how your pussy was starting to react to his soft lips sucking on your poor clit while his fingers started to press against your entrance, eyes still fixed on your entrance and how it kept pulsing against his fingertips. "Caleb, just-- wait a second... What are you even doing at this hour?" You grabbed him from his hair, pulling a bit to try and get him to leave your pussy alone so you could actually focus on reprimending him, all of your efforts were effortless, only making Caleb's grip get stronger around your thigs as he started to use his tongue to fuck your entrance.

"Don't leave me." Caleb's words barely reached your ears due to the constant flow of lewd sounds that kept escaping from your lips, small tears starting to form in your eyes as the feeling started to get a bit overwhelming. "Why can't you just let me stay with you?..." Caleb kept mumbling, his warm breath hitting against your entrance as he spoke making your whole body shiver from the sudden stop of stimulation. "Does he even treat you like I do?... Cooking for you, cleaning for you... I have been behaving for so long just so you wouldn't find me annoying... but if being clingy means I can have you all to myself, then I can bear having you hating me a bit..." Caleb suddenly moved his mouth back to your overstimulated cunt, using his tongue to suck on your clit as he used two of his fingers to prep you, slowly entering one of them as he kept using your slick to get the other finger wet.

"...What? I-- I wasn't planning on leaving you, Caleb! He... He was just a coworker, he just wanted to ask me something about-- fuck! About work-- I won't leave you ever!" You were barely able to form the full sentence, your whole head starting to feel extremely hot as Caleb kept increasing the rhythm each time he felt your walls pulse against his digits. Caleb abruptly stopped, eyes fixed on your reddened face as his tears stopped for a second.

"You promise? Promise you won't leave me, please." You nodded without hesitation, making Caleb smile brightly through his tears, almost as if he had planned everything since the beginning... Well, it's not like he gave you much time to analyse his expression, as he suddenly entered his other finger, pressing his fingertips against that spot, making your legs flinch, almost closing them if it wasn't for Caleb's arm keeping them in place. "No running, let me show you just a small fragment of just how much I cherish you." Caleb moved closer towards you, now resting on his arm as he used his right hand to properly fuck your entrance, his fingers causing you to shudder each time they moved inside you, kissing your lips with extreme passion as he kept preparing you, his tongue fucking your mouth, cooing at you each time he saw your eyes rolling to the back of your skull each time he made you wet his hand even more. "Just a bit more, be a good girl and let me take care of you..."

You kept cursing Caleb for more than five minutes, constantly calling out his name and whinning, nails digging on his chest as he kept forcing you to cum all over his hand, making a huge contrast between the soft kisses he was planting all over your face and neck while he used his rough hand to torture your already overstimulated pussy. "Caleb!... Can't-- can't cum anymore! Let me go~... Just a small break, can't think!" Caleb smiled at you, almost giving you an ominous grin as he suddenly stopped, taking out his fingers as he got up, moving in between your legs, the reddened tip of his knot now pressing against your tummy.

"Open wide for me, pips..." Caleb entered you little by little, the stretch making you mewl as you bit his shoulder. "Shh... So good for me... you're taking me so well." Caleb kept kissing your forehead, planting a few kisses all over your wet cheeks as he finally bottomed out, staying still for some time until he felt your walls getting used to him. As soon as he felt it, you knew it was over for you, his hips now setting a ruthless pace, making you cling to him as your nails digged on his back, leaving red marks all over it each time the tip of his cock hit against your cervix.

"Too much! You're too big Caleb-- wait... just a second!" But Caleb was too far gone by now, mindlessly moving his hips as he grapped you by your ankles, changing the position into one that forced you to see how his cock entered you each time, with Caleb suddenly slowing down, smiling at you as he saw almost in trance how his dick entered you, some of his precum getting out and making your cunt glow under the moonlight, then swiftly going back to plummeting your poor cunt until he had you creaming all around his dick, face completely stained by tears of pleasure.

By the time you felt Caleb finally letting you rest, it had been maybe over four rounds, with him not stopping even as you felt how his knot grew inside you, letting you rest for around fifteen minutes before going back to (what he felt was) his duty as your one and only protector. As you took a deep breath, you felt him lifting you up from the bed, kissing your forehead as he made his way into the bath, the warm water hitting your whole body and letting the tension and sweat drift away, making your eyelids feel even heavier as he started to pass a soft cloth all over your body. You could still hear the faint sound of the water dropplets falling to the bathtub as you let Caleb take care of you.

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aryadelvich · 2 days ago

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one more i beg please “act part 3” jk please dont let this end

I really appreciate your enthusiasm !!! This is the last part I’m writing about “may the act begins”. But if you want something similar, fake dating, enemy to lovers, jealousy… my requests are fully open !!! Don’t be shy to reach me!!!

May the act begin Part 3 - Luigi Mangione x reader

Summary : The roles are reversed, this time it’s Luigi who has to met your family.

"I’ll admit it... I'm kind of scared," Luigi confessed, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"My mom don’t eat trust me," you joked.

"And what if she doesn’t like me?"

"Luigi, you’re smart, polite, kind... and insanely sexy. She’s going to love you," you said, smirking.

He looked down, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"I’ll do my best to make a good impression, but it's going to be hard to top what you did with my family," he mumbled.

"Don't worry," you said, tapping his knee, "I'm here to protect you."

"It’s supposed to be the other way around..." he grumbled.

You laughed. He was so adorably flustered, it was hard not to find it endearing.

"Relax, we’ll visit a bit. I'll show you some cool spots."

"I've never met a girl's parents before," he admitted, looking genuinely nervous.

"And your ex’s parents?"

"Different. They were family friends. I knew them before I knew her."

"Just be yourself. They’ll love you," you said confidently.

Finally, you pulled up to your house. You took a quick breath, trying to prepare for the chaos inside. The second you stepped through the door, your two little brothers tackled you like linebackers.

"Heyyy! I missed you guys!" you laughed, hugging them tightly.

"What did you bring us?" one of them asked immediately.

"Still trying to hustle me, huh?" you teased, ruffling his hair.

Meanwhile, Luigi lingered behind you, trying to blend into the furniture — but with that permanent goofy smile he wore whenever he was near you, he wasn’t exactly invisible.

"Hey, who's that guy?!" your other brother barked, pointing accusingly at Luigi.

"Uh..." Luigi stammered, frozen.

"Hey! Manners!" you snapped. "He's my friend."

"Your friend?" they repeated, in perfect, suspicious harmony. "Ooooooh, Y/n's got a BOYfriend!"

"No! He's just a friend!" you protested.

"Sure," they said, nodding in sync like tiny mafia bosses. "We believe you."

Before you could strangle them, your mom walked in. She smiled — until she spotted Luigi. Then the smile vanished like a magician’s trick.

"Mama! I missed you so much!" you said, throwing yourself into her arms.

She hugged you back, but her eyes were locked on Luigi like she was trying to figure out whether to cook him for dinner or let him live.

"And who's that?" she asked, direct as ever.

"Uh... a friend," you said, voice an octave too high.

Luigi straightened up like he was being drafted into the army.

"I’m Luigi," he said, giving his best smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I've heard wonderful things about you."

He even added your last name at the end, like a polite little soldier.

"Oh, please," she said, waving a hand. "Call me Abi. 'Ma’am' is for the dead one."

Luigi’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting this.

"I didn’t know my daughter had male friends," she added bluntly. "It’s... unusual."

You cleared your throat. "Luigi, you can drop your stuff here. Come on, I'll show you around."

He followed you gratefully, throwing your mom a polite (and slightly terrified) smile.

You gave him the grand tour — living room, kitchen, hallway — and ended at your bedroom.

"It's not huge... You must feel claustrophobic already," you said.

He looked around. "No, no. It's... cozy," he said honestly.

He wandered over to your battered desk and started examining your worn-out books.

"Big fan of English lit, huh?"

"Yeah. Bargain bin specials. And the city library’s 'take it or it’s trash' sale."

He scanned the titles like he was searching for hidden treasure.

"Hey, I haven’t read this one," he said, pulling out an old classic.

"Oh really? It's a must-read. You can have it."

"For real?"

"Yeah."

He smiled wider, cradling the book.

"So... this is your room," he said, glancing around with a mischievous glint.

"Luigi..." you warned.

"I’m just saying," he teased, "it’s cool seeing where you grew up."

Before you could respond, your mother yelled from the kitchen:

"Dinner!"

You both hurried to the kitchen. Everything was already set up.

"Y/n, go grab another chair for your friend”your mom said pointedly. "Sorry, Luigi, we didn’t know you were coming."

"It’s no problem, really," Luigi said, all polite again. "You’ve already made me feel so welcome. Your hospitality is priceless."

"Why does he use such complicated words?" one of your brothers asked, frowning.

You dropped the chair behind Luigi, and he only sat down once you did.

"They’re not complicated words," you said, rolling your eyes. "They're just words. Don’t make us sound like a bunch of uncultured people."

"What does 'uncultured' mean?" your brother asked again.

You groaned, resting your forehead against your palm.

Luigi chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying the chaos.

"Shut up and eat," your mother ordered before anyone else could speak.

Dinner went surprisingly well. Everyone relaxed. You talked about everything — your late father, your weird stepdad, your childhood disasters, your little brothers' antics, college life... everything.

Then, halfway through dessert, your mom casually dropped a grenade in the conversation:

"So," she said, loud enough for everyone to go quiet, "Luigi... you came all the way from wherever you live... for what exactly?"

Luigi froze like a deer caught in headlights.

You kicked his shin under the table.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

You gave him the death stare.

Clearing his throat, he sat up straight and, in his most serious tone, said:

"Madam... I'll be honest with you. I'm dating your daughter, and I'd like to have your blessing."

"So," she said, staring him down, "you’re telling me... you want to date my daughter?"

Luigi swallowed so loudly even your brothers heard it.

"Yes, ma’am—Abi—I mean, yes, Abi," he stammered.

"And why would my daughter want to date you?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Because… because I really like her. She’s smart, funny, beautiful... she makes me want to be a better man."

Your little brothers gagged dramatically.

"BOOOOORING," one of them said, stuffing more food into his mouth.

Your mom didn’t even blink.

"And what are your intentions?" she asked, narrowing her eyes like a mob boss.

"My intentions?" Luigi repeated, panicking.

"He’s scared," your brother whispered to the other one, way too loud.

"My intentions are... honorable," Luigi said finally.

"Honorable?" your mom repeated, raising an eyebrow so high it almost flew off her face. "What is this, the 1800s?"

You bit your lip so hard trying not to laugh that you tasted blood.

"I just... I just really care about her," Luigi said, his voice cracking slightly.

Your mom stared him down for what felt like an eternity.

Then —and you almost didn’t believe it — she smiled.

"Good," she said, reaching for the bread basket like they hadn't just put Luigi through a full CIA interrogation. "But be careful about your actions, I’m watching you.”

Luigi nodded so fast.

You tried to hold it together, but the sight of Luigi sitting ramrod straight, clutching a piece of bread like it was a holy artifact, was too much. You snorted into your drink.

The rest of dinner went smoothemostly because your mom spent the next hour embarrassing you in front of Luigi with childhood stories.

"Did I ever tell you-“

"MOOOOM!"

She finished telling the story and Luigi almost fell out of his chair laughing.

By the end of the night, he had gained full approval from your family — even your brothers, who decided he was "cool" only after he beat them in Mario Kart.

When it was finally time for him to leave, your mom patted his shoulder like a proud mom.

"You did good, Luigi. You survived."

He gave her a bashful grin, then turned to you.

"I think I aged twenty years tonight," he whispered.

"Yeah, but you earned like, five family points," you whispered back.

"Still not sure it was worth it," he teased.

"Oh, it was," you said with a wicked grin. "You should see what they did to my ex."

His face paled immediately.

"Ex?"

You winked.

"Just kidding."

After dinner, your mom insisted Luigi stay the night because it was too late. Of course, that meant the couch was his.

"You sure you'll be okay here?" you asked, pointing at the tiny, lumpy couch.

"I've slept in worse places," he grinned, trying to act tough, but the way he tested the springs with his hand said otherwise.

Your little brothers were still shooting him suspicious looks, but they eventually gave up when your mom sent everyone to bed.

"Goodnight, Luigi!" your mom called, turning off the lights. "Try not to break anything."

"Goodnight, ma'am," he answered, adjusting the thin blanket you gave him. As the house fell into silence, Luigi lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Sleep? Impossible.

Not with you just down the hallway, curled up in that cozy little pajamas of yours. He shifted. Then he shifted again. The couch springs squeaked dramatically every time.

Finally—when he was sure everyone was asleep—Luigi threw the blanket off, tiptoed through the dark living room like a thief, and crept down the hall.

He opened your door carefully, praying it wouldn’t squeak. You stirred in bed but didn’t wake up completely. Luigi slipped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

"Luigi?" you whispered, half-asleep.

"Shh," he whispered back, grinning. "You don't want to wake your family out there."

You lifted your blanket, inviting him in without hesitation. He slid into your bed—a tight fit for two people. His body was warm from the couch ordeal, and he smelled faintly like your shampoo (probably from the pillow you had thrown at him earlier).

"You’re crazy," you whispered, trying not to laugh.

"You think I was gonna spend the night without you?" he said, pulling you closer under the covers.

The bed creaked dangerously. You both froze. You covered your mouth to stop a laugh. Luigi’s face was close, his breath brushing your cheek.

"I swear to God," he murmured, "if this bed gives us away, I’m blaming you."

"You’re the heavy one," you teased, poking his chest.

"Wow. Body-shamed by my girlfriend," he muttered dramatically.

You giggled against his mouth, and before either of you could think twice, he kissed you. Soft at first. Careful. Testing. Then deeper, hungrier. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and he ran a hand slowly along your thigh, under your oversized sleep shirt.

It was sweet and desperate all at once, both of you trying to be silent—to keep the bed from betraying you—while the tension built up, heavy and electric.

Luigi broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against your lips, "You better keep that pretty mouth shut, bella."

Your cheeks flamed, but you nodded, biting your bottom lip. His hand slid higher. You both moved slowly, carefully, trying not to make a single sound, the bed squeaking just a little whenever either of you shifted. Every small noise made you both freeze, wide-eyed like guilty teenagers.

“I’m an adult why am I so scared ?”he asked, terrified by making any noise.

“The mother effect.” You responded, chuckling.

It was maddening—the need to laugh, the need to stay quiet, the sheer heat between you.

He kissed down your neck, his touches light but urgent. You fought to keep your breathing steady, but he made it impossible.

“Oh my god Luigi..”

“Shhh I know baby but keep quiet.”

He gently gets on top of you, paying attention to every movement he makes, not wanting to make any noise. But the bed creaks too much, so you get down on the floor.

"No risk here," Luigi assures you.

He penetrates you, a grunt that he tries to hold back as best he can emerges from his mouth. When a slightly too loud moan comes from your mouth, he places his hand on your lips.

"You give me no choice, you don't obey."

What he doesn't know is that in this position it's even worse, the excitement is at its peak.

His hand stays pressed against your lips, firm but not harsh, his touch both commanding and careful. His other hand finds your hip, steadying you as he moves deeper, slower now, savoring every second. The floor beneath you is cold against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat building between your bodies.

Luigi leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

"You'll have to be quiet for me," he whispers, voice low and rough with desire. "Think you can do that?"

You nod, though the effort it takes to hold back another moan is almost unbearable. Every slow, deliberate thrust seems designed to test your limits, your body trembling under his control. He chuckles softly, a sound that rumbles through his chest.

"Good," he murmurs, kissing the side of your neck where your pulse races. "Just like that... be good for me."

The forbidden thrill of being caught lingers in the air, making every touch, every movement feel electric. Luigi’s pace quickens just slightly, each push and pull drawing you closer to the edge, the tension between you wound tight, ready to snap.

When it was finally over, Luigi collapsed next to you, both of you breathing hard but silently, staring at the ceiling in the darkness.

"Well," he whispered, "if your mom didn’t hate me before, she definitely will when she finds me in here tomorrow."

You snorted, trying to muffle your laugh into his chest.

"Maybe I’ll tell her you were scared of sleeping alone," you whispered back.

"Or we blame the little brothers. Easy targets," he said.

You got back to the bed. You cuddled closer, grinning, as he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

And just like that, you both drifted off to sleep.

You blink your eyes open, sunlight spilling through your curtains. It takes a few seconds for everything to click into place. You bolt upright, accidentally waking Luigi in the process. He groans sleepily and tightens his arm around your hips, as if asking you to stay just a little longer.

"Luigi, we overslept!" you whisper urgently.

It takes him a moment to process, but when he does, he jolts up too. He scrambles to pull his clothes on and sneaks back toward the living room. Peeking around the corner, he’s relieved to see the house still quiet — no one’s up yet. He quickly collapses onto the couch, pretending he’s been there all along.

One by one, the rest of the house wakes up. You and Luigi play it cool, greeting each other like nothing happened.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, really really good," Luigi says, winking at you, smiling easily

No one seems suspicious. You exchange small, knowing glances across the room, like two partners in crime.

But just when you think you’re in the clear, your brother squints at you from across the table.

"Why are you wearing the t-shirt Luigi had on yesterday?"

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Little Secret Ch. 1

General Shepard's Daughter X Simon "Ghost" Riley ⋆ Call of Duty ⋆ MDNI ⋆ 9.3k words ⋆ 18+, explicit ⋆ Read the tags ⋆

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Summary: After finding out about Shepherds betrayal, Ghost is sent to raid his residence. What he finds there is too good to resist.

Tags: Rape/noncon, Kidnapping, Drugging (brief, no drugged sex), the dove is struggling, pov second person, daddy issues, daddy kink, reader is shepherd's daughter, unsafe sex, age difference (Ghost is late 30's, reader just turned 18 prior to the story), manhandling, restraints, handcuffs, crying, dacryphilia, breathplay, pet names, squirting, creampie, deepthroating, rough oral sex, no use of y/n, spit as lube, size difference, cunnilingus

A/N: First piece on tumblr! I haven't been on this site since like sophomore year of highschool, so I'm a tad nervous! I have only played a little bit of call of duty so if there's any inaccuracies don't come for me. This fic does handle a couple (to say the least) dark topics so please tread carefully!

Ghost hadn’t wanted to go on this mission, let alone be playing ISpy in the now deceased General Shepherd’s home, a large 3-story, 6-bedroom house that sat in the middle of multiple acres of forest. It was a solo mission, said that it was just meant to make sure he hadn’t left anything at his personal residence that could’ve provided extra intel. When Ghost asked, Price didn’t even think twice, remarking that Ghost was perfect for the job before handing Ghost the papers and sending him on his way. He was excited at first. Free access to the General’s residence to comb through his personal belongings? It soothed his kleptomaniac tendencies. But then Soap had to go run his mouth, the careless bastard making one too many jokes on the way that didn’t land correctly. So, there he was, stomping through the forest as a steady downpour reminded him that his gear wasn’t entirely waterproof.

When Ghost arrived, he was in a worse mood than when he started. He made sure to take a stop into Shepherd’s personal quarters to change out his underclothing for something a bit drier. The pants were a tight fit, having found a slightly bigger size at the very bottom of his drawers. The black undershirt shirt gripped every curve and crevice of his body. As he was putting his vest back on, he heard a noise from the floor below him. He quickly grabbed his gun and went to make his way down the stairs quietly. When he didn’t find anything, he went to find another room he could rummage his way through, finally settling on what looked like his main office. He hadn’t even meant to look at her, but she was too clumsy, stepping on a floorboard that creaked loud enough for Ghost to hear.

She was a doll, a tiny little thing with big, bright eyes and puffy lips that contrasted her dark hair. He tried taking his eyes off her, all pink and frills, but you just begged to be looked at. Your Mary Janes were perfectly polished, the ruffles of your socks covering the buckles, your dress was short, something he wanted to fix, a pink gingham that looked so tearable it might as well have been a crime his hands weren’t on it at the current moment.

Your hair topped it off, two pigtails sitting prettily on your shoulders, white ribbons holding them in place. He had to suppress a groan. You see, Ghost was nothing short of a pervert. The way you were carelessly wandering around the large house, unaware of the other soul that occupied it. He creeped around the office, waiting till you entered the next hallway before slinking out from the doorway. He needed to figure out who you were. Why you were here. So, he chased. Down the hallway, up the stairs, and down another long and empty hallway. He used the shadows to aid him, years of military training finally paying off.

There was always the option to go forward with normal military procedures, but Ghost couldn’t handle himself. He pulled out the vial and the small rag tucked in his vest, saved for special emergencies, usually someone who wasn’t cooperating. But who’s to say how you would react? After all, you were occupying Shepherd’s residence, you could be volatile. At least, that’s what Ghost told himself as he crept up behind you, rag ready in his right hand. Attack. Wrapping his left arm around your waist, there was barely time for you to let out the cutest little scream Ghost had ever heard before there was a rag in front of your nose and your vision was rapidly fading to black.

Ghost grabbed her body, cradling it as he gently opened the door that he assumed led to your room. It was as if a tornado of pink had swept through the room and left frills and lace in its wake, but as he scanned the room, he noticed something. A dingy cage in the corner of the room, large enough to fit your body and a pillow. Something had gone down here, and he was determined to figure out what, but not before utilizing that gear that had already been given to him. Ghost never claimed to be a morally correct human being, in fact, he’d claim quite the opposite, especially as he watched your sleeping body bend perfectly into a fetal position within the cage, tucked in with a light blanket. As he shut the door to the small cage, he smirked to himself, now he could pay attention to more important things: Ripping your room apart for information.

He started with your numerous bookshelves, grabbing a diary and throwing it on the bed to read later. Checking under the bed, he found there to be nothing but stuffed animals and candy wrappers, how cute, he thought to himself. He looked through your vanity, finding various skin care and make up items, as well as jewelry, many adorned with the letter S. But as he moved to your desk, he knew had found exactly what he was looking for. Right there, on the top left of the first paper occupying the desk, Shepherd. His precious daughter.

He had kept you here all along, hiding you from the outside world. Ghost grinned, he could see why Shepherd would keep you here, too innocent to introduce to the cruel world. After all, the General’s life was full of danger that could’ve fallen to her as well. He stepped back and went to go sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing the diary sitting in the middle. Breaking the lock, he started reading the first page.

“Dear Diary, Dad got me this diary for my 18th birthday, said that he was going to start to go on longer trips and wanted me to be able to catch him up on what’s happened.” There was a high chance that you had gone completely untouched your whole life, even a chance that you’ve never seen another male figure except for your father in your 18 years of life. He could almost burst at the number of possibilities that flooded into his head.

Ghost didn’t make it that far before he heard your small whimpers infiltrate his ears. He looked down at his feet and there you were, tossing and turning as the tranquilizer wore off.

“Rise and shine, princess.” Ghost growled as he kicked the cage doors.

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Your head was pounding, thoughts begrudgingly swimming around trying to collect themselves. You heard a voice telling you to wake a up. A deep voice, one that traveled through your whole body, it was too deep to be father’s voice. You tried to stretch out your arms, the weight of your head enough to cause your arm to fall asleep, but as you go to extend it you feel the dull pain of your hand hitting the cage walls.

“No…” you whimpered “No no no no no,” you couldn’t be in the cage again, you didn’t do anything wrong, you hadn’t seen father in weeks. You hear another chuckle above you and force your eyes open. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden light before you register the sight in front of you.

A man taller than your father stood menacingly over the cage. Large combat boots were the first thing your eyes fully registered. Caked in mud and larger than your head, your eyes traveled upwards till you saw the first glimpse of a color that wasn’t black. You yelped, your eyes filling with tears when you realized who was standing above you. You didn’t have any idea who he was, but you had seen him before. You saw him in papers that you overlooked your father reading and maps with red strings leading to his picture. You knew he was dangerous. “Don’t hurt me please, please I’ll do anything!” You pleaded.

“You should be careful promising things like that” he chuckled as he knelt down. You scramble away from the cage door on all fours, pressing yourself against the back of the cage as far away as possible. “Awe come on angel, don’t be afraid” he cooed menacingly, moving to unlatch the lock “I won’t hurt you.” The way he was saying it almost made you let your guard down, but then the door was swinging open, and he was grabbing your ankle. You let out a cry and started kicking, but the second he felt your foot reel back so you could make impact his grip tightened.

“Unless you struggle.”

Suddenly, Ghost grabbed both of your ankles and yanked you out of the cage, cradling your head on the way out so you didn’t hit your head. You thrashed, not getting the hint. Ghost rolled his eyes, prepared for this sort of reaction from Shepherd’s brat. He quickly sat down and wrapped his arm around her waist once more, securing his other hand in your hair as he pulled you against his chest. “Stop. Struggling. Make this easy on yourself.” You knew something was wrong. Something had to have gone wrong on fathers last mission that had put you in this predicament. As you sat in his lap, struggling, you were throwing every childish insult at him, clearly not having learned many crass words in your time of confinement. Ghost could almost laugh at how easily he was able to keep you from getting away but couldn’t help but start to stir when you started moving your hips atop his groin. “Stop” he growled lowly, and his tone sent a shiver down your spine. His grip on your hair tightened and you cried out.

“Stop, don’t hurt me! Please!” tears were streaming down your pretty little face, and Ghost finally had the heart to let go of the tight grip on your hair.

“Oh you have no idea the amount of hurt I could cause you”

You frantically looked around the room, seeing your room now ripped apart, and mortifyingly, your diary sitting on the bed. Ghost followed your widened eyes and laughed when he saw the object of your fear. “You had no right to look through that!” You screeched, the waterworks starting back up again, this time in embarrassment. Now Ghost was intrigued, he had only made it through about a dozen entries

“Awe, what possibly could you have written in here that’s so scary? You know what, I think we should look through it together.” He said, and you can see him smile through his balaclava. Your heart might as well have stopped in fear, remembering exactly what’s contained in the small pink book. You realize quickly that your hands are still free and start struggling to pummel this large man in the face with your fists. Ghost snorts, easily dodging your fists and reaching into his pocket, out he pulls a nice set of silver handcuffs. Your tears, which you had somehow gotten to stop, start welling up in your eyes for a second time as Ghost seals your fate, wrangling your arms behind your back and clicking the handcuffs into place. He hoists you into the air, tossing you onto the bed, and grabs your diary. Ghost flips to the page he left off on, uninterested in your mundane retellings of the food you had ate and your studies, before pulling you once again, onto his lap.

“Are you going to tell me what this little diary contains before I continue?” he pries, and you shake your head while scowling at him

“It’s none of your business you brute!” Ghost huffs, before beginning to read your entry aloud

“Dear diary, things have been getting real lonely around the house. The maids have stopped coming around as much, I’ve heard murmurs among them that they haven’t received their payment for the week. I decided to go into father’s office to see if there was any explanation, but all I found were files on some scary men he’s after.” You wiggle again,

“that’s enough, that’s enough! You’ve read enough!” You plead, Ghost just laughs and tightens his grip on you before continuing

“I heard the maids gossiping about me, about how sad it is that the only people I’ve interacted with is them. How sad it is that someone like me hasn’t had a romantic experience yet. Of course, I don’t care or anything, father has his reasons. But since he’s been gone for so long it’s given me time to… explore.” Ghost cocks his eyebrow as he looks down at you, your face is beet red and you’re shaking like a leaf “I found one of his magazines in his office, but everything I read about didn’t help, it still just felt weird. I think I’m broken, I wish I could be one of these girls…” Ghost trails off as he finishes the entry before his gruff voice cuts through the silence

“Time to explore, huh?” The tears that had been threatening to fall finally gave way as you started bawling

“Please don’t tell father, I didn’t do anything, I promise!” Ghost just laughs

“Didn’t do anything? These entries don’t show you didn’t do anything little girl.” You try and curl in on yourself, as much as you can with your hands behind your back. He grabs your jaw forcing you to look at him “But don’t you worry, your father has been, taken care of, to say the least” Ghost says ominously, his whole body pounding with need, with a hunger. Fresh meat. Just sitting in his lap, defenseless. A pang of fear stroke through your heart, your body shaking as you realized just how much danger you were actually in. He let your jaw go, returning his gaze to the diary, eyes scanning the next couple entries. Descriptions of your first time exploring your body, only knowing how because of that mistaken find, how you desperately humped your pillows with restless want, and how you’ve asked the maids for romance novels. Ghost closed the journal, he had seen enough.

“Dirty, dirty girl” he growled, and suddenly your journal was thrown to the side and his hand landed on your thigh.

You whimpered, shutting your legs tightly to try to prevent his hand from travelling further. It was no use. His other hand moved from your waist to your other knee as he wretched your legs apart. God your reaction was pathetic, Ghost thought, watching as you cried out and squeezed your eyes shut. “Come on, don’t you want this” he drawled “I’ll give you what you’ve been dreaming about, sweetheart.” Your thoughts are racing a mile a minute, you don’t know what to do, the only thing you can do is try to get off his lap. This seems to excite him more, actively hearing him try to calm his breath down. You start to whimper, muttering stop between shaky breaths. Your attempts had officially failed, as your mutters seemed to snap the remaining control Ghost had, his hands digging into your thighs roughly. “I’m going to do whatever I want with you, and it’s within your best interest to not put up a fight.” His voice was as rough as the grip on your thighs, and as one hand kept your thigh open, the other started to trail closer to the cloth covering what Ghost really wanted.

“I don’t have anything you want!” You cried, panting as his fingers finally rested on the fabric keeping him from his prize.

“Oh but you do, you have something very special for me to take.” And finally, it really clicked in your head.

“No… No no no, you can’t!” you screamed, fighting the handcuffs keeping you from fighting back. Ghost had enough with your incessant struggling, ripping his hands away from between your thighs, they returned under your arms as he lifted you to throw you onto the center of the bed. The way he was able to maneuver you was dizzying, lifting you as if you were nothing. You went to scoot to the top of the bed, hoping the fluffy texture of your pillows would be enough to calm you down, you faintly heard Ghost snicker. Watching his hulking figure fully get onto the bed and crawl to the middle of it, grabbing your ankle. He pulled roughly and watched in amusement as you yelped in surprise, your head hitting the pillows. You shut your eyes tight, wanting to pinch yourself to escape this nightmare. Ghost groaned as he finally gave himself some well needed attention by rubbing his bulge through his pants, relishing in your fear.

“I can see why your father kept you locked away from the outside world, you’d never make it out there” he cooed, taking in the way your shaking had caused the strap of your little pink dress to fall off your shoulder. Your pigtails had been slightly messed up from the way he had grasped your hair earlier. Your face was wet with tears and your lips were red and puffy from your nervous biting. He needed those lips on his cock, needed your eyes gazing up at him as he wrecked your throat. “Get on your knees.” He commanded, and you opened your eyes to see him in front of you on his knees, still managing to tower over you. You almost scoffed at him, how the hell were you supposed to do that with your hands behind your back. It was like he could sense your attitude as he grabbed both of your pigtails and yanked you forward, forcing you to rearrange yourself to get to your knees. You could see him smile under his balaclava, but his cold blue eyes stared at you with a look of feigned care. “Good girl” he cooed. He released his hold on your hair, letting you fall face first into your covers as he went to unbutton his pants, you turn your neck, trying to see what the large man was doing now. As the sound of a zipper hit your ears, your blood ran cold.

“I have an idea, little one” Ghost said, fake saccharine dripping off his words, everything he said made you feel like you were walking on the edge. Unbeknownst to you, Ghost was pulling a bandana sized piece of fabric out of one of his vest pockets. He used one hand to yank you up again “Keep yourself up” he growled as he folded the fabric. Your brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening until you registered his heated stare and his hands moving to move this piece of fabric towards you.

What was going on, what was he doing? But then it clicked, too late. As you started shaking your head from side to side, Ghost grabbed your chin harshly.

“Stay still, or you won’t like the results” and suddenly the tears were pouring down your face again.

“Please don’t do this, I hate this part, I don’t want to go back there!” Ghost couldn’t help but smirk at your begging, the puzzle pieces of your past slowly falling into place.

“Awe, did your dear old father do this? Take your sight before putting you in that little cage. Letting you sit there and rot?” He questioned, knowing he hit the nail on the head, your fright in the cage earlier helping him gather this conclusion. Your sobs only got louder and more frantic, believing that’s exactly what this man was going to do to you as well.

If Ghost was a better man, he would’ve reconsidered his sick idea. But Ghost wasn’t a good man, evident by the way he yanked the fabric tight around your eyes.

A knot tight enough that only nimble hands would be able to pull it apart, you were close to hysterical.

“Please,” you blubbered “don’t put me back there, I’ll be good!” it was at this confession that Ghost groaned, a groan resonating from deep in the back of his throat. He had you right in the palm of his hands, so malleable that Ghost couldn’t bear waiting any longer.

“Alright, alright” he huffed “I won’t put you back in that stupid cage.” At this your sobs quieted, but only a bit, the vast unknown behind the blindfold still making you vulnerable. “What do you say?” He sneered, patting your cheek lightly.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank yo—“ he cut you off

“Thank you, what?” He growled. You racked your head for what he could possibly mean, you had no idea who this man was, no inkling of a name. Your thoughts were suddenly cut off with a slap to your cheek, the pain causing you to yelp out

“Daddy!”

Time stood still. For the first time that night, Ghost couldn’t breathe. “What was that doll?” He managed to grunt out.

Your brain was so fuzzy from the slap, words were just pouring out of your mouth, anything to try and please the man in front of you “Thank you daddy, thank you” and Ghost simply couldn’t stop the way his hand shot to yank down his boxers, releasing his throbbing erection. He couldn’t be blamed for the way he grabbed your pigtails in his hands and yanked you forward. You cried out at the strain, the lack of support without your arms making this a particularly uncomfortable situation. Suddenly, there was something fleshy prodding against your mouth, you whimpered. What did he want you to do? What was this? Ghost looked down at the young girl in front of him, the tip of his cock was inflamed, he needed relief.

“Come on, sweetheart. Suck.” He growled. I’m going to tear her apart. Your brain had to be short circuiting. Nothing in your books had described anything like this, not even close. Heated make out sessions and light touching were the furthest her books went. What did he even want you to do? He grabbed your chin, squeezing your lips apart before thrusting his hips forward. You were suddenly overwhelmed by the salty, musky taste of his flesh, your mouth forced open to accommodate his width. He had only pressed in the tip, and you were already struggling, trying to shake your head and force him out of your mouth, but his grip on your pigtails returned as he shoved another inch in your mouth. “Come on, doll. You can do it.” The praise made your mind spin as your mouth was opened wider than it ever had before. You tried to follow what he told you to do and suck on the member in your mouth, you hear a low groan above you, a small indicator to keep it up.

“You sure you’re a virgin, sweetheart? Cause you’re taking it like a slut.” It was at this point that he yanked your head forward onto his cock, hitting the back of your throat.

You sputtered, and the tears really started falling, first soaking the fabric and then rolling down your face. Ghost couldn’t help but laugh at the pathetic display in front of him, letting go of one pigtail to faintly trace his hand along the size of your face. You were trying to shake your head again, trying to breathe, when Ghost finally let up. Just to shove you right back down. You cried, and cried, but the more you showed your distress, the rougher his thrusts became. You were desperately trying to suck air in through your nose and the rare times when he would pull all the way out. Then, when you were finally starting to get the hang of it, Ghost kept one hand on your pigtail and moved the other to the back of your head and forced you to the base of his cock. The shock was immediate, your body trying to reject him and your gag reflex kicking in. Ghost growled, you could hear how his breathing had picked up, but that was the last thing you were focusing on as you were desperately trying to break free from his grasp. Drool was pooling around the sides of your mouth, sweat had your hair sticking to your forehead, as you desperately tried to breathe, Ghost making it increasingly harder to. “Come on baby, you don’t need air that badly, you can just be a braindead whore.” His words faintly registered as your head increasingly felt fuzzier. You could feel yourself giving up the fight, letting him force you to deepthroat him.

“Finally,” he groaned “Let yourself be used like a little fleshlight.” You felt filthy, mixes of fluids dripping onto your chest. Ghost’s hips stuttered as he threw his head back, a low moan coming out of the back of his throat as once again he shoved your head to the very base. You still weren’t prepared, and this time, it was accompanied by a salty liquid hitting the back of your throat. He was forcing you to swallow this liquid that you had no knowledge of, not aware of what it was at all. Ghost could hear your cries, your gurgles as he came down your throat. It only got him off more. Finally, Ghost ripped his cock out of your mouth, forcing your mouth open to inspect it, making sure you had swallowed all of his cum.

“W-What was that, what did I just swallow?!” You cried, letting your head fall to his thigh.

“Oh, relax my sweet angel, you’ll be just fine.” It hadn’t even passed through his mind that you wouldn’t have any idea what cum was, and the very thought that you didn’t was enough to get him stirring again. You were desperately trying to get your body to calm down, finally able to breathe. You still couldn’t see, and Ghost had no intention of letting you anytime soon. Ghost picked up his half hard member and stoked it a couple times to the image of you in front of him. You had made an absolute mess on your covers, a large puddle of spit and tears evident below you.

“What a messy baby.” He laughed, tilting your face up so you could “look” at him. He looked at you again and realized that he wanted you on your back, now. He leaned down to your ear,

“Do you think you can follow Daddy’s orders? He whispered, the grumble in his accent making you shiver. You slowly nod your head, scared for what would happen if you disobeyed his actions. “Lay on your back.” He demanded. You suddenly had a choice, try and turn around and flop like a fish, or fall back and hope you didn’t hit your head. Before you could choose, Ghost was choosing for you, picking you up once again below the arms and throwing you onto your back. Your head hit the pillows, and you let out a small cry of surprise. “Not moving fast enough, princess” your head was spinning with all these pet names, each one leaving you with a different feeling.

“You’re wearing too much clothing doll, I think we should change that.” He observed, letting his hand run up your thigh again.

“No, no, I did what you wanted, I don’t want you to see me naked!” you wept, trying once again to close your legs.

“Oh, come on, little one, haven’t you learned by now?” His voice reached your ears as you suddenly hear him unsheathe a knife from its holster. You suddenly feel what you assume is the back of the knife along the outside skin of your thigh, and you bite your tongue to stop the tears from falling again, settling to whimper instead.

“Daddy, please, please don’t hurt me!” Ghost sits back, sets his knife down, and pretends to ponder even though you can’t see him.

“Hmm, I think I know just what to do with you.” You lay there hoping that means you’ll be released from these handcuffs, your hands uncomfortably sitting behind your back, but he opens your legs again instead. Ghost grabs his knife again, lifting your dress to reveal your panties. White cotton with pink rabbits decorating the fabric, and a cute little pink bow in the center, Ghost almost lost it right there. How adorable.

He peels the fabric away from your skin, he knows he could do this the easy way, but fuck, the power he held over you was enough to make him feral. He held a knife up into the fabric and pushed, the fabric giving way under the sharp knife. You cried out, not expecting your underwear to be violated in such a way. He continued to expertly cut the fabric off your body, before disposing of the ruined cotton off the side of the bed. This time, the tears had no choice but to fall, and Ghost realized after the first sniffle. “Awe sweetheart, don’t you worry, I won’t cut you unless you disobey me.” Yeah, because that was supposed to make you feel better. You mewled pathetically, trying to save yourself one last time

“Please! Just don’t cut up this dress, if you uncuff me I’ll take it off for you and then you can put the cuffs right back on. Daddy please, please!” You rushed, trying to save one of your favorite garments. Ghost tutted at your display of fear, genuinely thinking your offer through.

“Mm, fine.” He grabbed the key from another pocket in his vest, unlocking your cuffs and grabbing them, keeping them close to him. “Put on a show, babydoll.” He leaned back, hoping that he had shown you enough to scare you out of disobeying.

You really wanted to run, you should’ve. But instead, your body started moving, hips swaying side to side as your hands went to clumsily fumble for the zipper. Ghost just sat back and watched you struggle, watching as you finally got your hands on the small piece of metal. Slowly pulling it down, he watched as you slid the lace straps of your pink gingham dress down your arms. Everything you did was with such sensualness that Ghost couldn’t help but feel proud of the display in front of him.

“Good job baby girl, now take it off for me.” And with that you slid the dress down to your waist, over your hips, and suddenly Ghost was growling low. His hand crept closer to the cuffs again, and he pounced. Just as your dress reached the crease of your knees, Ghost ripped your hands away from the dress and joined them above your head. The show obviously stunned you, causing you to cry out immediately, your heart starting to race.

“No, I thought I was doing good!” You pleaded, but Ghost just laughed. “Oh you’re doing great sweetheart, but you look so much better defenseless.” His words laced around your heart, squeezing tightly as you started shaking from the cool breeze. You were exposed, your dress bunched at your knees, your hands held above your head, and your simple white bra covered your tits, something Ghost wanted to change. But first, he wanted you back in those handcuffs. He grabbed them from his pocket and wrapped them around your wrists, tighter this time just to see you squirm.

“It hurts,” you sniffled, the words barely leaving your mouth before a loud smack was heard resonating throughout the room. He had smacked you.

“That, is hurt, princess.” He sneered, watching as your head dropped in front of you, chin hitting your chest. You were truly in the hands of a bad man. Tears starting to dampen the fabric again, snot running down your nose. Ghost let your hands fall in front of you this time before pushing you backwards onto the bed. Once you landed on your back, Ghost took the opportunity to take off the dress and throw it into the corner of the room near your closet. “I’m going to devour you.” He growled as he spread your legs. If it weren’t for the fact that your head was still pounding from the last time he smacked you, you probably would have resisted the motion, but you couldn’t find it in you. You felt his hand snake behind your back as he expertly took off your bra with one hand, his skilled hand taking off your bra and roughly palming one of your breasts in his hand. Your tits weren’t small by any sense of the word, yet Ghost was able to almost cover an entire breast with one hand, something that reminded you of his sheer size.

“You have such perfect tits for me to play with,” he growled as he leaned down in front of you, one hand still palming your breast. Ghost shoved his mask up to his nose and suddenly, you could feel his hot breath inches away from your cunt, you didn’t know he meant devour literally. But your theory was confirmed as you felt the long stripe of Ghost’s tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top of your mound. You cried out at this, not knowing what to do at the new surge of pleasure that radiated through your body.

“What are you doing, what are you doing?!” You cried, you knew this was wrong, nobody was supposed to do this.

“Come on little girl, just let yourself experience this.” His voice almost like the devil on your shoulder, urging you to let him keep going.

“I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want anyone touching there!” The way you didn’t exactly know how to describe it was driving him nuts, leaving most thoughts behind he decided to bark out

“Quiet, before I shut you up in a different way.” The threat hung in the air as you whimpered pathetically. Ghost took this as his cue to continue his attack on your cunt. Despite your cries and protests, you were wet, deviously so. Ghost couldn’t get enough of the divine nectar that was gracing his tongue as he dove into you at a rabid pace. Shoving his tongue as far as he could into your hole, the intrusion foreign to you.

“Oh my God! D-Daddy!” You screamed, you didn’t know what to do. You had never felt so much overwhelm in your life. Your walls were clenching around his tongue, and just that was enough for his erection to make itself very noticeable. The only stimulation being the small rubs against the covers when he lapped at you just right, his cock was once again flushed. The tip dripping precum. But Ghost had a mission. Your cries of “stop!” and “help!” were mixed in with broken moans, that’s how he knew he was getting closer to his goal.

As he shoved his face further into your pussy, lapping at your spongy walls, you were squirming and crying, hands grasping at the top of his balaclava trying to get him to stop. “I can’t take it!” That was what he wanted to hear. Switch. His tongue trailed up to your clit, and suddenly your body was ignited with a fire that you hadn’t been feeling before. Your screams grew louder and higher as you begged him to stop. “Daddy I can’t take this, somethings happening!” It dawned on him that you had definitely never had an orgasm before, and you could feel the wide grin that spread on his face as he continued his assault.

“Come on baby girl,” he growled out, voice muffled between your thighs. His lips wrapped around your clit, and he sucked, hard, and suddenly your vision was going white. You were seeing stars. Ghost had to hold your legs in place as you screamed “Daddy!” so loud that he was glad this was your own residence.

“You make so much noise, princess. So greedy” He tutted. Tapping on your clit with his finger.

The stimulation was almost too much, lighting a spark again. Ghost rose from his hands and leaned back on his knees, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Such a delicious meal though, you did so good.” He cooed, and you preened with the praise, back arching and a small smile coming across your face, quickly overtaken by a look of fear again when you felt Ghost’s hands travel from your thigh to your core.

“What are you doing?” You said in a panic, “I’m sensitive!” you cried out, truly believing that would be enough to deter him. Ghost laughed, shocked that you hadn’t learned.

“No no, you owe me something baby girl,” And with that both of his hands were roughly grabbing and kneading your chest, pulling and pinching at your nipples as you mewled and moaned in abandon. He kept his left hand on your breast as he used his other hand to guide his cock to your pulsing entrance.

“What!” You shrieked. “What are you doing, I’ve had enough!” But Ghost wasn’t having it. Removing his hand from your breast with one last rough pinch to your nipple, he replaced it over your mouth to stifle your shrieking.

“Oh be quiet. I’ll take great pleasure in taking you.” You were already pushing against him, but still, the little lubrication you did have allowed the very tip to slip in with a “pop!” It was then that Ghost removed his hand from your mouth, and you screamed.

“Help, help, Daddy!” you cried. Tears readily streaming down your face. Ghost looked down and almost came on the spot, blood. Just a little bit, from the lack of prep. It was at this point that he didn’t want you blindfolded anymore. He wanted you to see how much he was wrecking your body. He wretched the tip out and you sighed in relief before Ghost’s hand snuck behind your head. Your breath hitched. Was he finally doing what you wanted? As the maker of the knot, he was able to take it apart quite easily, watching as the piece of fabric fell from your face. He rubbed his fingers between the soaked fabric, groaning as you still refused to open your eyes, afraid of what you would be faced with.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl. I want to see your eyes when I break you.” Your skin around your eyes was puffy and red, your eyes bloodshot, your mascara running down your face, lips cracked and bleeding from how much you had bitten them. You were the definition of wrecked beauty in Ghost’s eyes. You finally looked between your legs, seeing Ghost’s massive cock resting between your legs. Your sobbing started up again when you registered the red tinge on his tip, evidence of the strain the first time. “Oh come on baby, I can make this easier for you.” He cooed. He quickly leaned down and pulled his mask up to his nose, gathering a large wad of spit that he skillfully spat directly on your clit, watching as it slid down your pussy. “God, what a sight.” Ghost groaned as he pulled his mask back down.

“Please, please don’t do this,” you tried your best to get him to stop. There was no way this behemoth was going to be able to fit. You were going to die. Ghost just laughed at you again, “Come on, you know that won’t work with me.” He smiled underneath his mask and once again guided his member to your entrance.

“Three… two…” He didn’t let you wait. He shoved just a little more than the tip in, and even though the spit provided some lube, you still screamed.

“It hurts! It’s too much!” Tears were streaming down your face, the hulking man bullying his way into you had started to seriously break your mind. You were going mad. You swear you could feel your body tearing open, your brain was screaming at you to get him to stop. There was no way he was going to be able to fit. He was insane. Ghost must have sensed your growing anxiety, as he cooed at you quietly that you were doing “so good,” trailing his fingers from the center of your chest down to rest over your clit. Starting to circle his fingers around your sensitive nub, your cunt slowly started pulsing around Ghost’s dick. He wanted to take pity on you, really, he did, but you just looked so pretty stretched around his cock like this. As Ghost went to take one of your breasts in his hand again, you squeezed your eyes shut, but this wasn’t for long as the second Ghost noticed, a loud slap could be heard.

“You’re not being a good girl for me, isn’t that what you want to do, be a good girl?” He questioned as you tried to focus your eyes on the masked man in front of you. He was looming above you, one hand resting to the side of your head to steady himself and the other returning his harsh treatment of your breast.

Out on display like this, your body was shaking from both the exposure and the fear coursing through your veins. The slap had once again made your head fuzzy, like every time you received impact from his large hand, your brain reset. Ghost leaned back to inspect the way that you wrapped around him as he went to slowly push a few more inches in. There was one thing you were right about, and it’s that Ghost’s cock was most definitely too much for you. But Ghost didn’t have the heart to care, he would make sure it would fit.

“Don’t worry princess, you’re halfway there.” Your heart dropped, your sobs getting louder. At this, Ghost laughed, reminding you of the heartlessness of this beast.

“Go easy on me! Please, just this much, no more, no more!” You cried, and Ghost responded to this by pressing just a little harder on your clit.

“You need to realize that the more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt.” Ghost grunted out. But you didn’t care, you wanted him away from you. You utilized the fact that your feet weren’t bound and kicked your heel into his back. You heard a little “oof” before Ghost stopped all of his movement.

Uh oh. Something told you that was a bad move. A low growl reached your ears and your heart dropped to your stomach.

“You know,” He reeled back, stroking at his chin in faux pondering “that was laughable, mutt. We should really teach you how to kick properly.” His eyes looked down at you with amusement before narrowing “But that was also bad, very very bad.” His voice was thick, reaching your ears with such ferocity that your skin immediately erupted in goosebumps. Slowly, you could feel Ghost pull out, leaving just the tip inside. Without warning, his hand shot to your throat, squeezing immediately and causing you to choke on your breath.

“Oh you poor,” he slid in another inch, “sweet,” another inch “pathetic,” your head felt like it was surrounded by pillows and your vision had black dots swimming in front, you needed air, you needed- “whore.” And suddenly, he was thrusting his cock into you, A scream was ripped from your throat, the lack of breath causing it to die quickly. Your body was on fire, you couldn’t breathe, and you were thrashing to get out of his grip. But without air, your body was losing momentum quickly, and those black dots were getting increasingly larger. He hadn’t even moved, instead he squeezed your throat tighter. “Come on,” he grumbled lowly “submit.” You hadn’t had air for at least a minute, Ghost looked down at you and very faintly you could make out his grin through the mask. This sick bastard.

Despite you being the one with a hand around your throat, Ghost also couldn’t breathe. The way your cunt was pulsing around his cock had him trying to steadily gather air. “Fuck princess, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned, but if you could hear him you didn’t make any indication of it. Ghost didn’t want to let his grasp on your neck go, your eyes were rolling back into your head. He felt like a teenage boy again, gathering the strength to not cum right then and there.

Finally, when the black dots had become swarms in your vision, he released. Your chest was heaving as you gasped for air, your head feeling as though it was underwater. But then your thoughts came back to you, and you broke down again.

“Please spare me! I don’t want to die, please, just leave me alone!” Ghost wasn’t listening, instead going to pull his hips back slowly, teasingly, as your walls clenched onto him like no tomorrow.

“You feel so good though sweetheart, how could I ever leave you alone” he cooed, his voice still carrying a dark weight behind it as he thrusted forward again. This caused yet another scream to be pulled from your body. You were mortified; you had no idea what to do.

Ghost couldn’t fucking believe the scene that was playing out in front of him. The velvet that was wrapped around his cock was addicting, and it took every fiber of his being to not slam into you repeatedly. He was trying to be nice, trying not to jackhammer into you like there’s no God, and yet he could feel his self-control slipping away. Piece by piece, his resolve fell away. Instead of the spit acting as lube, your own wetness was starting to drip onto him, and it was turning him on to no end. Knowing your body was slowly giving into him.

Knowing your body was slowly giving into him was only making you cry out louder. It was getting to your head, feeling hazy and clouding right from wrong. You started really looking at this man, tears swimming in your vision. You looked right into his icy blue eyes, the military paint around his eyes making them look so stark in contrast.

The eye contact was the last straw. The way your teary eyes were staring so intensely into his, almost studying him, made him snap. “Oh princess,” a slow thrust here “don’t look at me like that” another thrust, a bit quicker this time. “You’re gonna make me lose my resolve.” He growled. With that, he quickened his pace, and oh how you reacted. Your moans graced his ears with a heightened pitch and increase in quantity. “You’re such a whiny little baby” he cooed, watching you squirm as he used the same tone to belittle you further, “Can’t even handle me like this, so pathetic.”

The tears rolled down your face. You didn’t understand how any God could leave you at the hands of a man so cruel, but for once, the extra crying seemed to work on him. Almost.

After patronizing you more and watching fat tears roll down your pretty little face, Ghost was hit with an idea.

As you closed your eyes, you suddenly felt his warm tongue lap up the tears that had trailed down your chest, causing you to shiver. “D-Daddy!” You moaned, not expecting the sensation as he slowly trailed up your chest, up your neck, to your jaw, and finally your cheek.

“You want me to be nice to you sweetheart?”

You nodded, eyes looking up at him with such want, such plea, that Ghost almost felt bad was what he was about to do. He went to pull out, teasing your entrance with the tip. But then you started wiggling, whining at the loss of the feeling, and Ghost just couldn’t take it.

“Too bad.” He growled, and with that, he slammed into you with no remorse.

The scream you let out could’ve broken windows, and oh how it was music to Ghost’s ears. “Oh yes baby girl, let it allll out, tell the world exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

The pace that he begun was like that of a jackhammer, your pussy was on fire. The squelching noises mixed with the sounds of your screams? Moans? (You couldn’t tell anymore) had you realizing just how ruined your bed was going to be once this was all over. If it ever ended. But slowly, against your will, your body started reacting. The pain slowly subsided, and it started to feel good. The fire was still ongoing, but it raged in your core instead. Every thrust left you clinging to your soul and you weren’t sure you were going to get it back. Just then, Ghost went to angle his hips just a little higher, grabbing your hips and starting to use you like a fleshlight. Your breath hitched, and suddenly you were gripping onto your covers for dear life.

“Daddy, daddy! There, oh my God, there!”

“Oh yeah?” His fingers grabbed onto your hips harder, adding more pressure and making sure it would bruise. He watched as you nodded before thrashing your head back and forth. He almost wanted to take his mask off so you could see the wicked smile etched across his face, but he knew better.

You started to feel the sensation you had when Ghost’s face was between your thighs, and you almost wanted to run from it. “No, no! It feels weird, I feel funny!”

Ghost took that as his chance to make you launch into orbit, using one hand to trail up your chest to your neck, and his other to rest on your clit. Making small circles, your mewls were just getting louder and louder. But that stopped when Ghost started choking you again, your hands trying to wrap around his arms and pull them away.

“N-No” you choked out, tears starting to stream down your face again. But for some reason, the feeling persisted. As he was thrusting into you with the strength of a God while cutting off your air supply, you realized your body was still feeling good.

“Come on baby, submit. You know you like this.” Your pussy was squeezing him tighter the longer he rested his hand on your throat. He reveled in it before he started feeling the familiar pulsing he felt around his tongue. The sensation had him loosening his grip on your throat, watching as you gasped for air.

“Daddy, I can’t take this!” You cried, digging your nails into his back.

He groaned “Yes you can angel, let go.” He picked up the pace by a notch, ramming into you like there was no tomorrow and God did you react. Ghost felt a final squeeze, before realizing his abdomen felt a little more wet than it did before. You had squirted on him.

The feeling was dizzying, fireworks were exploding behind your eyelids. The release was overwhelming, the way you screamed while digging your nails into his shoulders had you convinced there had to be blood. You felt electrified, panting heavily before realizing he hadn’t stopped, but his thrusts were faltering.

“Fuck, you can’t do that to me you dirty girl.” He grunted out. Resting one hand by the side of your head and the other on your breast, he started groping you before picking up his pace once again.

“W-Wait, I can’t take anymore!”

“Shhh, just a little more.” And then, with a particularly rough palm of your breast, he came. The thought of his cum being the first to fill you was enough to make his dick twitch to attention again, but he wanted to give you a break.

The feeling was unknown to you. You gasped quietly. You had just felt him twitch, felt the hot liquid hit your walls.

“Good job angel. You did so good for me.” He cooed, and you couldn’t help but writhe shyly at his praise. You felt him slowly pull out, and you whined at the loss. The empty feeling foreign after his onslaught. The wet feeling between your thighs seemingly growing by the second.

Ghost peered between your legs and groaned, watching his seed drip out of you slowly, before pulling his boxers and pants back up, turning around, and walking out of your bedroom. You tried to sit up quickly and fell back, whining loudly to try and show your distress. “Where are you going?” You shouted worriedly. You almost started to cry when you heard no response, but then you heard the faucet running. The large man appeared in the doorway holding a washcloth “I’ll give you the option, would you like a bath or just a rag?”

“Um… a bath would be nice?” You couldn’t believe you were letting this man pamper you after he broke into your house, but what else were you supposed to do? Your moral complaints were quickly quieted when he picked you up bridal style to walk you to the bathroom. He had somehow found the bubbles, and lined the tub ledge with the products that you used.

After finishing your hair, Ghost began to wash your body, taking great care to grope and caress each curve of your body. The bath felt too sensual, but you couldn’t be bothered to care when the water was so warm, when his hands were so comforting, when the feeling was so… nice. When all was said and done, he drained the bath, wrapping you in a fluffy towel and bringing you back to your room.

Pulling open your closet, Ghost’s eyes were assaulted with pink and frills. You had an array of dresses and outfits that he could choose from. He decided to randomly choose a pale pink dress that looked tantalizingly short, decorated with ribbons, lace, and bows, he could tell you were satisfied by his choice.

“Put this on princess, then we’ll leave”

“Leave?!” You panicked, scrambling away from him once again.

“You really think you can live here on your own? When all the maids have stopped showing up? What happens when you run out of food?” He growled; he didn’t have the patience for this.

“I don’t want to! Please don’t take me from here!” You cried, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “Daddy always told me I wouldn’t be able to survive out there, that they would eat me alive”

“Oh they would. Which is why you’ll be with me” He grunted. “You don’t have a choice little one, so make this easy on me, won’t you?”

The tears started falling as you nodded, grabbing the dress and slowly putting it on. You stood up and maneuvered around him carefully to grab white ruffle socks and some white mary janes, hearing Ghost groan behind you.

“You make it so hard not to rip your clothing off and take you all night long.”

You shy away from him, the statement reminding you that he was not a good man. As you go to grab underwear, he stops you.

“None of that, you don’t get that luxury”

You whimpered quietly, uncomfortable with the thought of going out without anything covering you. The dress was already short enough, one that you only wore when your father wasn’t around, and here he was, forcing you to go out of the house without. Too scared to complain, you grabbed a couple toiletries and your diary, before turning to him. “If you’re going to take me, can you at least tell me your name?”

His eyes narrowed. “Ghost.”

You opened your mouth to start to complain before shutting it again, accepting the answer. “Where are you taking me?”

“The base. Where Price will figure out exactly what to do with you.”

You swallow, not exactly thrilled with the answer but you nod anyways. Ghost checks over the room one more time before turning to you and picking you up bridal style once again, a shocked noise coming from your mouth.

“Can’t have you going anywhere sweetheart.”

And with that, you’re leaving the house for the first time in your life. He watches as you take in the woods around you, glad that the rain stopped a bit ago.

“Johnny will be waiting for us, you’re in good hands.”

You can't help but doubt that.

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unforth · 1 day ago

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ngl I've been increasingly struggling with the use of feminizing language and "but make them women" stuff in my main fandoms, all of which are about queer Asian men. It's always bothered me but I feel like it's bothering me even more now, and I'm not sure if that's because it's become more prevalent or if I'm getting more sensitive to it. I just can't help but want to point out, like...

1. If yall want women and lesbians... you know there are fandoms... with women and lesbians... right? Women and lesbians are great! I'm begging you to go read stories that actually are about them.

2. Like seriously if you want stories about women why are you in the gay guy bl fandom

3. White fans please unpack why you think that lithe Asian gay man needs to be a woman, needs to be pregnant, why you are calling him breedable, or babygirl, or malewife. Like I am begging people who do this to spend five minutes considering why they do, why you think it's okay, why it's maybe different than saying even the same things about white people, like yall just collectively forgetting decades of racist feminizing language weaponized against Asian men.

I'm not saying anything I haven't said before but it's just been really A Lot recently if I have to see one more post about any MXTX character needing to be a breedable malewife maid I'm going to scream.

Note: this is NOT about trans head canons or trans stuff. I love trans masc and trans fem stuff. Don't stop.

(Disclaimer: I am also white.)

Also note like... this isn't about any specific fan having a preference. People like mpreg. People like gender swaps. That's great! I support an individual's preferences! But just because behavior is okay on an individual level, that doesn't mean it doesn't start to get a little awkward at a collective fandom level. And idk, it's hard to divorce my personal discomfort with some of these things from an assessment of if it's actually ~a problem~ so maybe I'm just not recognizing my own issues here, but... yeah. I keep starting to write more then deleting it so I guess I'll shut up now.

#unforth rambles #ive been brewing this a while but seeing a which mxtx lead is most breedable poll is apparently my breaking point #im gonna put in tags what i stopped myself from putting in the main tag cause it felt manipulative #but if im honest if this trend doesnt stop especially in tgcf #im not sure ill be able to keep going into the main tag to look for art #its like a fucking bombardment its exhausting i dont want xie lian to be a pregnant woman actually #and its okay if you do like okay you do you #but i just dont get why this is getting so popular in these fandoms #its really not for me and if this is the direction that tumblr fandom for these characters is trending #then i guess tumblr fandom for these fandoms wont be for me #like i get that this may be a me problem but then to escape the me problem the solution will be that i leave #i dont want to do that but #alternatively i may have to block huge swaths of the fandom

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bumpen-underbeds · 24 hours ago

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Look at me, look... I personally like men desperate, perverse, and crusty. So, Cow hybrid roommate, but like I'm talking about a runt of a hybrid, he's too skinny and too tall, not very muscular or anything like the other hybrids in his family.

Just sad, pathetic, possessive, stalker-like tendencies, a simp of a hybrid. I will call him Cameron, cause I wanna give him a name this time.

There was no fanfare or prior argument that would have lead to this conversation, the two of you standing opposite each other in the living room, just Cameron sitting with his head in his hands trying to understand just why you had said you were planning on moving out.

Did... Did you find a better roommate? A stronger more confident hybrid or human? Were you disgusted by him? The smaller horns? Him being a runt? Was he too small, too skinny? Did one of his siblings get to you?

Did you find his stash of pictures? One of the cameras? See him one day when he thought he was quick enough to steal a pair of your underwear while the two of you had been doing laundry? What had happened to lead to this, he had no idea what he had done but there were no thoughts forming on how to stop you from leaving.

Yet in his desperation, the only thing he could think to do was to beg, let loose everything he would be willing to do to keep you around. Take on extra chores, do more in terms of cooking or helping you with work/studies, just letting his sentences run in on each other as he begs for you not to leave him.

"Please don't go I-I'll do anything! Dishes, vacuuming, laundry. Hell, I'll even help you with work just please don't leave me here alone. I need you, please. Please, I'll do anything, just- just please don't leave."

Finally looking up at your impassive face, sliding from the couch and letting his knees hit the floor with a loud thump, one hand pressed to his thighs and the other outstretched to you, hoping that you would listen to him, that you would cave even a little and buy him some more time till you would leave.

In reality, you had no plans to leave, not too long ago you had found some of his more depraved ramblings while looking for something around the apartment, reading every thought he had written out on that piece of paper, getting a small glimpse into the need that he had for you.

One, in particular, had stood out to you, the one that had built this idea in your mind.

Scrawled on that bit of paper was a short paragraph about how he wanted you to watch him, see how badly he wanted you, to have you sit and witness how he fucked his own hand at night to the idea of you.

If it weren't for the letter you had found this would never have happened, and if it did this display would not be as intriguing or enticing but more uncomfortable.

"You'll do anything? That's a broad claim to make, what if I was to hold you to that?"

"Anything. A-and I mean anything, just please don't go."

Tilting your head as if thinking about his words, you watch him shuffle closer, still on his knees his hand just nearly brushing against one of your own. An attempt to get you to focus on him, desperate enough now to actually snatch at your hand and pull you away from the furniture you were leaning on.

"Please."

"Okay. I'll stay-"

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you. I'll do whatever it takes-"

"-But! I want you to do something for me. I want you to read something."

From your back pocket, you pull the damning paper, the section about wanting to be watched is the only section visible from how you had folded it.

"Give this a read for me would you? Then tell me, are you sure you would do anything? Because I want that, I want exactly what is written here. No exceptions."

Passing the paper to the still kneeling runt of a hybrid, you get the perfect view of how his lips move silently reading his own desires, face flushing at now knowing he had been caught. You knew that he wanted you, you knew how much of a sad needly little thing he was, his hands shake when he looks up at you, cheeks a deep red and eyes blown wide.

"I. Y-you read this? You w-want me too-You want to watch me..."

"Mmm, you said anything and-" Your hand reaches out, pointing to the paragraph, tapping the paper,"-I want this. You wrote it out so nicely too, how could I not want to 'See how badly you need me' or 'witness how desperate you get'"

His next words are cut off by your hand grasping his jaw, silencing him so you could finish speaking.

"I mean you did say anything, and from what I read you really wanted this or did I read that wrong?"

"N-no, I-"

"Then show me. Let me see how badly you need me, and maybe I'll hang around. Just for you."

Pushing him away from you is easy, as is walking around him to take up the space he had started this encounter in, seating yourself on the couch legs spread so that he could crawl forward and settle between them.

During your time speaking, the thought that you wanted to see him touch himself had gotten his dick hard, the pressure of his jeans zippers now edging on uncomfortable.

After a short crawl there he sat, between your outstretched legs, shakey hands undoing and pulling his jeans down, eyes flicking from what he was doing to your face watching you watch him, his brain melting at one of his fantasies coming to life albeit not quite how he had imagined.

Using one of your feet to tap against his thigh, signalling that you want him to spread his legs further so you could actually see what he was doing, as how he was sat at the moment hid half of your show. Thighs pressed close together spreading and letting you see how his cock has begun leaking against the material of his shirt, a small wet patch growing as his hands keep shaking even as he finally wraps a hand around himself.

"That's it, now come one and show me, tell me just what you want from me. After all, keeping me around is on the line."

It's a slow thing when he finally starts to move his hand, slowly dragging up and down his shaft lips moving before he actually starts to speak, voice so quiet in comparison to the wet sound of skin on skin.

"I want to sit between your thighs, u-using my mouth just how you want it... I-I want to be in your bed and fall asleep in you. Fuck. Please I want to fuck y-you whenever you ask, I w-want to be good for you..."

Letting your eyes flick from how his hips jerk and buck into his own hand, to his face drinking in how deep the blush on his face had gotten. Leaning forward to brush one of your hands against his face, pushing some of the unruly hair that had fallen in his face out of the way, smiling at him as he leans into the brief touch.

"Keep going Cam, what else do you want?"

Letting your hand drift across this neck, brushing against any skin that was exposed by his shirt, watching how with every touch his cock seemed to throb harder despite the touch being feather-light and nowhere near his crotch.

"I want to leave marks and paint y-you in my cum, I. Please I can't. I want so much, I-I just want you. Everything and a-anything that you'll let me have."

All it takes for him to cum, staining his shirt, hand, and part of your own is to just brush against the head of his cock with one of your fingers as you lean forward.

Smiling at him as he whines and bucks his hips fucking his own hand to draw out his own pleasure, and enjoy what may be the only time you let him have your attention like this,

#monster fucker #monster x reader #male yandere x reader #hybrid x reader #cow hybrid x reader #cow hybrid #hybrid smut #male yandere x you #male yandere

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darkpetalz · 2 days ago

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Summary: A short fanfic to read at night.

notices: f!reader, sexual tension, sharing moments, begging.

I didn't really know what to write or how to write it, but I decided to put a little outburst of my mind into practice. I wish you a good fanfic!

Joel Miller - He is - One shot

In the middle of the night, the cold took over you completely, making you shiver. Your arm stretched out on the bed, hands touching the empty place that was looking for someone.

"Joel?" — You called out to him, but he didn't answer.

Your hands went to your face, rubbing your eyes. Getting out of bed, you put on your slippers and went downstairs, looking for Joel.

Your voice called out for Joel but there was no sign of him, lips trembled with the cold as you looked for him. The thermal shock betrayed your mind, you should go back to bed, Joel would come back sometime. But you didn't go back to bed.

"Joel?? Joel?? Honey, where are you?" — The front door opened, Joel walked through it, closing it behind him and taking off his snow-stained coat.— "Where were you? Why were you out there in this cold?"— Your voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of concern.

"I'm sorry, honey. Tommy called me." — Joel's eyes scanned your figure, before his hands brushed your waist, moving up to your cheeks.

The man's calloused hands clearly showed the hard work he endured daily, but the warmth, the minimum of body heat, was comfortable. It was the lack of that heat that made you wake up.

"When it's like that, you can let me know, okay? It's really cold outside and you might end up catching a cold." — you said.

The corner of his lips rose in an embarrassed smile, little red spots growing on his cheeks. He moved even closer, their bodies brushing close enough to share a warmth.

Joel's thumb made small circles on your cheek, his other hand moving down to your neck. It didn't take even 5 seconds for their lips to meet.

The sensation was gentle, not a rushed or desperate kiss. But electrifying like the first glass of champagne. Joel's lips still tasted of old whiskey.

The woody scent of his cologne was incredible, exuding the masculinity that Joel carried with him. Despite his hair still being messy.

You separated for a few moments, until you could catch your breath.

"Please..." — Joel's voice was shaky, the slightest bit of excitement showing through. — "You taste amazing."

His lips touched yours quickly, as if he was begging for it, or had been wanting it for a long time. His hands moved down to your waist, gently running over your back.

You wrapped your arms around Joel's neck, standing on your tiptoes so you could reach the much taller man.

He picked you up lightly, your thighs wrapping around his waist. Joel walked up the stairs, still kissing you and your neck. He hardly seemed to care if he would fall or trip.

He groaned at the feel of your lips against his, his body responding to your touch almost immediately. His hands moved from your thighs to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled you closer.

His skin tingled wherever you touched him, the fire igniting deep within him. He could feel his desire for you growing with every second that passed, the need to be closer to you almost overwhelming.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he tasted you. His breathing became ragged, and he let out a soft moan against your lips.

Joel sat down on the bed, beneath you now, the back of your thighs pressed against his, the heat building more and more. You could feel your body on fire, every touch and every kiss sending electric sparks through your veins. You knew you should probably slow down, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Not when you were pressed against him, making him feel alive again.

He pulled you closer, his fingers digging into your flesh as he kissed you hungrily. His tongue explored your mouth, mapping every inch as he fought to quench his growing need.

You continued to kiss, your tongues switching positions quickly. Joel's hands made circles, sometimes squeezing your thigh and waist.

Sometimes he would softly moan your name, or just let out this, with that masculine voice that turned you on. His panting breath joined yours, there was no longer any cold between the two of you. — "Please..." — he begged.

The rest was due to the night. And the early morning was full of conflicts. How do you explain that you were bitten... by Joel?

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x y/n #tlou joel #fanfic #oneshot #one shot #x reader #female reader #joel tlou #tlou #tlou hbo #joel fanfic

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burningcheese-merchant · 8 hours ago

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Okay, so I literally just thought about this after reading your eternal sugar wishlist (myth edition) a couple of hours ago. Anyway, if you are right on, the story taking some inspiration from Greek mythology of Persephone & Hades as well there being an ally cookie to help hollyberry. I can see said cookie possibly take some inspiration from Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft.

If you remember, Hecate was the one who guided Demeter through the underworld (and helped Persephone adjust to her new home).I can see this cookie guiding hollyberry onto the right path to her awakening. So the prophecy is fulfilled.(also sorry if this was already sent something happened with my Wi-Fi, and I am not sure if I 'm sending this again-)

It was already sent, yeah haha. I got confused for a split second when I first opened my inbox. "Why did you send me the same ask twice homie" lol

First, I just want to gently correct you on some things you said here

Hecate did not lead Demeter through the Underworld to find Persephone/Kore. She took her to Helios, titan of the sun (and Apollo's predecessor, technically) to seek further information on her whereabouts, as his position as the "seeing-eye" that watches all the world from his place in the sky lent itself to the possibility that he saw who took her and where (which was correct. He did see what happened and told Demeter everything). It was Hermes that ventured through the Underworld (as ordered by Zeus, because by that point Demeter had long since caused an unending winter and basically slaughtering all life on earth through cold and starvation as retaliation for no one giving her her daughter back) to find Hades and Persephone and beg the former to PLEASE let the latter go home so Demeter would stop killing people. Demeter never once set foot down there. (It makes more sense for Hermes to go, anyway. He is known as the messenger of the gods and was the only non-chthonic god given unlimited free and safe passage through the Underworld as he also served as a guide for the dead, shepherding people's souls there after they passed on)

This isn't really a correction, I'm just not sure where you heard that Hecate comforted Persephone while she was down there? I don't remember that in any telling of the myth I read or was told. It's not in the original myth, I remember that much. I remember that she acted as a substitute ruler when Persephone was gone, basically holding down the fort until her return in the winter. But I don't remember any version of the story that has that part in it. Maybe it's a version I just missed, a good portion of Greek myth was oral tradition and different people had different ideas (also Ancient Greece was a collection of autonomous city-states with wildly different cultures and customs and that did not answer to one another. They would not be one unified nation for an extremely long time. The Greece we know today is VERY new). Many myths and legends are like that in general, that's why there are often so many versions of the same thing and people often bicker over which is the "real" one

All that aside, to actually talk about my Beast-Yeast hopes and wishes. Me acting like a wannabe oracle haha

I don't necessarily want the entire arc to take after the myth of Hades and Persephone. I don't really think the themes or vibe fit, you know? I just thought the consumption of a "weird" fruit as offered by the one holding Holly hostage in her weird little world would be a neat allusion to that story. Bonus if the pomegranate has some sort of toxin that puts Holly to sleep, enabling Eternal Sugar to do with her as she wishes, and keeping in line with "sloth"

Regardless, I'm not sure about any of it because I don't actually know if Holly will end up taking after Demeter at all. I sincerely hope she does. (At the very least I hope her awakened form doesn't have anything to do with Pitaya or dragons at all lol. I am legitimately tired of everyone always making Holly's life and character revolve around Pitaya (and vice versa. In fact it's 10x worse for Pitaya, I NEVER see anyone say anything about him other than in relation to Holly). Dark Cacao is already the dragon lord guy so hopefully that deters Devsis since they can't have 2 dragon-themed Ancients)

Also here is the original myth as told by Homer just because haha. It's actually titled "Hymn to Demeter" as it's really more about her and her struggles and journey than anyone else. It's quite long and extremely sad but worth the read. (It's actually also quite progressive, for the time it was written. While all versions of the myth, this one included, are meant to explain the cycle of seasons, this one in particular was also meant to serve as a commentary on Ancient Greek society and how it treated women and girls. Women had few rights and little freedom or agency, and seen more as property than people (yes social class could influence this a little but by and large women were treated horribly). When a woman was married off, it was common for her to never really see her family again (she's supposed to be with her husband now). The myth is special in that it showed reality for what it actually was - women having their lives and well-being toyed with by men, decisions made for them by men, being sent away from their homes and their loved ones to go live with and serve men until they die - instead of just kind of nodding along like everyone else did with these practices as they were the norm at the time and weren't seen as illegal or morally wrong. It was Homer expressing sympathy for all of those mothers that had their daughters taken from them to carry out others' wishes and demands at the cost of their own autonomy, because the same thing had already happened to them (fun fact, there are versions of Persephone's origin myth where she's a product of assault 🙃) and now they're just watching history repeat itself without any way to stop it. It's actually a pretty feminist story, all things considered)

#sorry for the unprompted rant there I couldn't help myself #always note that I'm not a scholar and what I say here is a reflection of what I've learned through research on my own time #just my own personal understanding and recollection of these myths and their meanings #anyway. i do understand what you're trying to say #thank you for sharing your thoughts :)#cookie run kingdom #hollyberry cookie #eternal sugar cookie #merchant asks

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almoststedytimetravel · 2 years ago

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Please, I need everyone to know. Gerome was part of the Justice cabal when they were children! He also used to be afraid of heights! It's in his support with Cynthia! You need to go read it now!

#please I'm begging you to go and read it!#they have an excellent support chain #I wuv dem #fire emblem #fe13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #gerome fire emblem #cynthia fire emblem

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svartalfhild · 1 year ago

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Unsurprisingly, people are already being fucking weird about Mizu's gender.

Headcanons are all well and good, but maybe we shouldn't be so eager to apply modern Western gender politics and terms to a character whose identity is so tied to the time, place, and circumstances in which she exists.

Please remember that Mizu was forced to present as male for her own safety and agency. Please remember that allowing others to see her as a man and call her he/him is not a choice; it's protection; it's a means to an end. Until we see Mizu talk about her gender in further detail, that's all the context we have.

Don't project what you want to see onto her and then treat it as fact.

#Blue Eye Samurai #BES #Svar rants #also as an enby who doesn't use they it super rubs me the wrong way to see people insisting on calling her they #even if she *is* genderqueer or nonbinary (and we don't know that she is) that does not mean that they automatically applies #and if you think that it does please go back to Gender 101 do not pass go do not collect $100 #on top of that there's the whole issue of applying English pronoun politics to a Japanese speaker #like I'm begging y'all to consider cultural and historical context before y'all go gallivanting off with your readings of Mizu's gender #taking a baseball bat to a hornet's nest with this one I know but I'm Bothered

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dismas-n-dismay · 1 year ago

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Over and Over - Rio Romeo ur not telling me she didnt think of the first time she met falin and her beauty as she recreated her in that same image of purity and kindness, piece by piece get out of here

#I'm telling you that this girl was running through her head every step of that way #cause if there was two things marcille was going to do it was make sure falin was saved and keep her brother alive while she did it #I'm telling you she thought of her first yuri experience while creating the biggest one ever by doing literal necromancy for her gf #please let me get more farcille edits and fanart from this I beg #marcille “the gayest necromancer” donato #keep ur eyes peeled for more farcille edits later on #farcille #falin touden #falin thorden #farlyn thorden #farlyn touden #falin dunmeshi #falin dungeon meshi #dunmeshi marcille #marcille x falin #marcille dungeon meshi #cursed tag ->#delicious in dungeon #never gonna stop tagging it like that sorry for anyone who reads my tags fr fr its just not happening #unless ofc i make these at 3am and forget #marcille donato #marcille delicious in dungeon #falin delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi edit #dungeon meshi edit #delicious in dungeon edit #dunmeshi amv #dungeon meshi amv #delicious in dungeon amv #marcille amv

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 8 months ago

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s4 episode 2 "home" thoughts

ah, this episode! i have heard it is very scary. so i’m curious to see how creepy it can be. usually what gets me the most is body horror, at least so far.

i’m really not a horror fan so i’m interested to see if this will push my limits or just be kinda silly. remember that evil AI in like s1 episode 8? and when it was unplugged it said “noooo, brad :(“ or something like that? yeah that one just made me giggle lol

(author's note after seeing the episode: what...)

(additional author's note: read to the end to see why i think this episode might be actually about the civil war's long-term consequences)

how far we have progressed since then!

let us begin!!!

we open with a storm and some scary music. pretty intense for the first few seconds. oh, now someone is giving birth. it is very dark and hard to see but it appears these individuals do not look like your average fellow off the street.

GAG! slurping noises are produced as the baby emerges. birth counts as body horror btw i do NOT make the rules. EUGH the umbilical cord…

(sorry y’all pls take no offense to those who have or desire children someday... it’s just something that makes me feel dizzy to watch but i support your dreams and choices i promise 🙏)

okay, but the baby is crying so that’s usually a good sign right? like better than a quiet baby, i think.

but a bunch of people are leaving after the delivery and i thought they would stick around to do things like look at the baby and see if it is healthy and stuff. but no. they’re leaving. where are they going...

they’re digging a hole?????? WHAT DA HELL. BABY IN THE HOLE??!!!!!! while someone cries terribly. OMG the grief…

WHAT THE HELL???

what have i gotten myself into……

intro time. always gonna think about that tweet regarding scully’s glamour shot on her ID. anyway just in case you forgot the truth IS out there.

so we see some kids in a place called home, pennsylvania, and they’re playing baseball. you know how children are, with their baseball. it’s as serious to them as a senator running a reelection campaign.

kid knocks the ball over the fence, and onto the property of “the peacocks”. the kids will NOT go get the ball, and instead find a spare. seems they prepared for this, or could maybe find a place that isn’t next to a very scary house to play ball, but i understand spacial constraints.

OH???? the kid is digging his foot in to go swing and…. BLOODY PUDDLE???? THIS MUST BE THE BABY FROM BEFORE????

he backs away as we see a tiny hand in the dirt. that poor kid omfg he must have been traumatized… and his sneakers were so bright and white…..

cutscene to mulder in the field after all the kids have fled! ah, mulder loves his baseball. in fact, he even sniffs it. he’s practicing his pitching LMAOOOO please be serious for FIVE minutes.

scully is measuring the hole while he does all this. in fact, he is not stopping. it just keeps going while she talks about the angle of the shovel.

she makes some quip about quitting the FBI and becoming a spokesperson for the ab roller, when he SHOVES THE BALL UNDER HER NOSE and says “smell that” THIS MAN IS SUUUUUCH A WEIRDO I LOVE HIM

“it’s perfume. eau de ball” (stupid little mulder smile)

very strong juxtaposition between baby death and a daydreaming mulder, but that is the sort of thing we have come to expect from this show. he seems enchanted.

WAIT! he’s talking about his sister… “all-day pickup games out on the Vineyard” and going down to the beach… no cell phones or faxes… oh man, this baseball has him talking about his family :(

“mulder, if you had to do without a cell phone for two minutes, you’d lapse into catatonic schizophrenia” <- WELL GET HIM! it is true. he is always making calls and then abruptly hanging up.

feels weird to be smiling like a fool at my screen as these two talk about their lives after seeing the opening scene... but here we are!

“scully, you don’t know me as well as you think you do. you know my work demands that i live in a big city, but if i had to settle down, build a home, it’d be a place like this”

OHHHHH MY GOSH

1. he has though about settling down and having a life outside of his work, and this is such a character reveal, and i know he wants like a small army of children, and

2. i just KNOW those words are gonna come back and bite him when this place is revealed to be some sort of cult

she says it would be like living in mayberry which i had to google BUT: it is the town from the andy griffith show. ah, i see. so very quaint.

someone pulls up to see them and i paused at just the right time to see that mulder’s shirt is very baggy and living up to my URL, which is good because sometimes i worry it’s a bit TOO niche, but i made it after watching 4 episodes so i’m too attached to change it now. meanwhile, scully’s coat is wonderfully sleek and it’s a fun little contrast.

this is sheriff taylor, who says this is a very small town, and there are no real suspects. mulder asks about the peacocks next door, and the sheriff goes… quiet. apparently three boys lived there, and their parents were hurt in an accident. the sheriff and his team tried to administer care to the parents, but the boys took the bodies home??? that’s. odd.

so these peacocks have no electricity, grow their own food, and… are inbred. the sheriff says they are feeble and sad, and wouldn’t have any idea what they are talking about. which just makes me think they are the prime suspects.

the sheriff is saying that he loves his town, it is quiet and peaceful, and he knew someday it would change when something terrible happened. when he saw “it” in the ground, he knew that day had come. he seems convinced it’s an outsider but also he is purposefully ignoring all the evidence in the other direction. and he wants their help, but he doesn’t want anything to change.

(i see... this is about the terrible secrets of small towns and the wish to keep everything quiet and preserve an idyllic image rather than make meaningful change)

apparently they were recommended to help out when “the victim” was described, so mulder says that maybe they should go take a look.

and whew, when they cut to a bundle of blankets next to some cans of spam (that look like they’re partially covered to hide the branding?) it’s a lot. it's a lot to handle, for me, emotionally, but i guess that's a fairly normal reaction. the sheriff just pulled the baby right out of the fridge. we also meet a deputy named barney.

they shove poor scully in a tiny bathroom with just a sink in it to do her work, because they don’t want anyone else seeing the autopsy go down. the sheriff says they can’t do it in his office, because everyone knows he never locks his office door, and they’d start rumors. this whole small town thing is starting to seem quite oppressive.

mulder is also here in this tiny closet-like bathroom, and i can feel the claustrophobia from here. despite the lack of space, scully begins.

and she is taken aback, but not as much by the fact that it is a child but that said child “has been afflicted by every rare birth defect known to science”. mulder has his arm on the wall leaning in and watching in a way that is weird for the space.

we only see a few shots of the baby- thankfully, because i don't think i could handle seeing any more of it than we do- but it’s enough to make me go whew, shout-out to the props department for making something that looks like that, because that is how i cope with seeing things on this show that make me nearly faint

she is reciting the various things that this child has been born with, and mulder says that they can probably rule out murder, right? but scully says idk… it looks like it WAS murder, actually. dirt in the nose.

lord, they walk out after doing that and somehow don’t need to like, down some vodka or something to cope.

“imagine all a woman’s hopes and dreams for her child, and then nature turns so cruel. what must a mother go through?” oh my gosh is scully gonna make me cry…

“apparent not much in this case, if she just threw it out in the trash”, says mulder, while they sit on a bench on he is manspreading like you would not believe. but i assume they are in a tough spot mentally so manspreading is permitted in this situation.

“i guess i was just projecting on myself”, she says, and oh my gosh does scully want kids someday…. stop i’ll cry!! i’ll cry.

“well, just find yourself a man with a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessed and start pumping out the little uber-Scullys” he says, rubbing her back.

and i can’t decide if this is funnier if he’s truly and deeply down terrible for her and suggesting subtly that HE could be that man, or if he’s just being a really good pal. so i’m gonna turn around both options in my head for a while and see which sticks.

“what about your family?” “hm? aside from the need for corrective lenses and a tendency to be abducted by extraterrestrials involved in an international governmental conspiracy, the mulder family passes genetic muster” (said with a celebratory flourish of his hands)

oh my gooooooosh i love them both so bad. he is SUCH a nerd. and his constant need to joke about the horrible things… even when they are approaching a serious topic, life ambitions and the desire to start a family, he has to go in there with some sarcasm to avoid getting Too Serious...

see? he has good genes. allegedly. go forth.

but he sobers up, points out that the child they had to just examine is a serious tragedy, and some likely very young parents are probably incredibly scared. but this isn’t really an FBI matter. 10 points to him for being serious for once.

she is brainstorming how such a thing could happen- “now, we all have a natural instinct to propagate” “do we?” <- ace mulder subtext i see you…

scully is convinced that the woman who gave birth to that child did it against her will, and mulder points out that kidnapping is a bureau matter… she seems determined to save someone caught in a horrible circumstance here, and i admire that about her, the sense of justice she has. she gets up to go investigate.

but he calls out: “hey scully- i never saw you as a mother before” <- OH MY GOD??? OH MY GOD. i can’t even begin to process that right now. oh my gosh it seems like he has wanted kids SO terribly… but scully never really brought the subject up, which is fine because not everyone wants kids!! but what does it say about her character if she DOES…? i am analyzing.

i hope she is happy someday with whatever she chooses. music is playing as he looks after her. do not for a second think i missed that little musical flourish and gaze combo.

so, they go to the peacock's farm. where they find a chopped off pig’s head on the steps. it doesn’t seem to bother them at all, which must be a testament to the strength of bureau training.

mulder tries to do his usual “enter first and ask questions later” thing, but scully STOPS HIM, saying there is no probable cause.

WHAT!!! for once they did NOT JUST BURST IN!!??? their random entering of places is one of my favorite running gags and for once they didn’t. oh she is serious about this one…

so they just peek inside instead…. and then they get their guns and go inside after seeing a table covered in blood. oh…. the scissors from before…. yes, bloody table = probable cause

there is blood everywhere, and the footprint from the crime scene matches the footprint in blood on the floor. AND they find a bloody shovel. well!!! we know who did it now!!! but… where are they??

it is soooo dark and creepy as they make their way through the house. and someone is WATCHING THEM THE DARK as they investigate. BLEUGH we get an extreme closeup on their eyes…….

i am spooked.

now scully is on the phone with sheriff taylor, who is describing the warrants for the arrest of the peacocks he put out, while mulder slams a TV in their hotel room, trying to get it to work. typical mulder behavior

(i bet they felt a need to incorporate some silly moments to lighten out the heavy heavy heavy content, and honestly i didn't think it would work, but for me it kinda is. don't get me wrong, it's still VERY heavy, but it's not start to finish just trauma like we got in calusari, which stands out to me as being the darkest and least fun episode in the series so far. but let mulder sniff a baseball a little and smack a TV and our agents talk about having a family and it is slightly less overwhelming in terms of tone)

and she brings up the white cadillac they found there but he says get a lot of abandoned cars. damn, who is abandoning a cadillac...

what is this sheriff hiding…?

he pulls out his gun from a locked box, and seems deeply regretful. before he puts it back in the box… hmm…

back at the peacock farm. the brothers are packing what looks like clubs into the cadillac. and i notice how silent and scary the whole thing is… no music whatsoever.

meanwhile, mulder is doing a little dance to try and get the TV working, which scully is smiling at him in a way that implies long term affection and exhaustion. i want to get those gifs and save them upon my blog forever and ever.

he’s trying to watch the knicks game, but as she heads out, he says “goodnight mom”, and she looks… uncomfortable. i mean, it’s a weird thing to say, but still. he says a lot of weird things and she doesn’t always look sort of… hmm. idk, the only phrase that comes to mind is “cut to the quick”. i WILL be analyzing that.

she tries to leave and the lock is broken, so he places a chair underneath, which might do something but like… probably not a ton.

anyway, back to the cadillac, where the brothers are pulling out while listening to music. where are they going….

sheriff taylor is up late at night, “taking one last look around before it all changes”. oh, he loves his town… but it is rotten, like mulder says. AND HIS WIFE DOESN’T LOCK THE DOOR AS THEY COME IN!!! NOOOO!

the brothers are on the move, while scully sleeps and mulder watches a fuzzy documentary on hyenas?? okay. king behavior.

but back at the sheriff’s house, he can hear the brothers approaching, and pulling into his yard. oh no…. he looks out the window and the brothers aren’t there. so did they already get in…?

he’s going for the gun, he says, and they enter his house. and he’s got a baseball bat, but where is the gun! they have clubs! like the kind the bad guys in zelda use!!! they look very very dangerous!

he hears them approach as his wife is under the bed……… and he swings his bat at the intruder, but he is barreled right over, it’s three on one, and they beat him RIGHT AS HIS WIFE SEES THE WHOLE THING FROM UNDER THE BED. and they sniff and sniff and FIND HER UNDER THERE????????

what the fuck. who came up with this…….. that song is still playing as they get in their car and leave. i'm sure the song also has some significance to the meaning of what these guys are doing but tbh i have never heard it before so it's hard to unpack.

the deputy is at the scene of the crime the next day, smoking a cigarette, hands shaking in terror. he had come over to give the sheriff a report… and found them that way.

so the owner of the cadillac was found in baltimore, she had left it behind after running out of gas. this is not a lead in the slightest.

mulder is investigating the scene while scully pulls out files from the crime lab, and it is. well, it is very bad, to put it bluntly. the crime scene is horrific.

she says that the crime scene messed up the tests on the infant… but mulder proposes that… perhaps each of the brothers were the father? she talks about how babies are made and how that makes no sense, but he proposes that generations of inbreeding could maybe make such a mutation. but she says that isn’t possible, they’d need a female family member and there aren’t any left. hmm...

scully wants to try and trail them right now and go save whoever it was that was forced to give birth, but mulder points out that they are outnumbered and could further endanger the victim. what to do…? i don’t know the answer.

oh! the deputy barges in and says he’ll take them up there so it’s three against three. and they have guns, which should give them the advantage. okay. shoutout to the deputy.

mulder seems suspicious however, and says his suddenly entry was a bit “too chuck bronson for me”. so yeah, i had to google that too. this chuck fellow is the guy from machine gun-kelly. and NOT that sleazy rapper one. the more you know.

scully is confused, though, because why would they kill the sheriff? he didn’t even investigate them. unless they somehow overheard them talking about issuing the arrest warrants while in their house… and they are operating under the assumption that the brothers were not in the house when they were…. but we know that someone was in hiding!!!

OH! back to the house. one of the brothers declares he is hungry. we finally get a semi-decent look at them, and they are incredibly gruesome. someone is under the bed still….

and when they declare that they are “ready”, they strip down. they knew this day- and change- was coming, and all they can do is be ready for it. this is our home. and this is the way it’s gonna stay.

again, i ask, who came up with this……

the deputy and our agents are on the property, now. deputy wants to come in from the front and let them take the back. a brave thing to offer, but i am slightly suspicious of him. they have wired headsets on and bullet proof vests on, and he is going in.

so they’re approaching- scully and mulder in the field, the deputy out in front. scully is peeking through binoculars but she doesn’t see anyone inside!!! it has to be a trap!!!!

OH MY GOSH!!! just as scully tells the deputy to not go in, he opens the door and an AXE SWINGS DOWN AND CHOPS HIS HEAD OFF!!!!!

i am sorry for being suspicious of you, deputy. may you rest in peace.

mulder’s reciting his facts from the hyena documentary. they are witnessing something akin to prehistoric humanity. but he has an idea: divert them out of the house, so they don't have to deal with their traps. it is a good idea.

so they are sneaking into the pig pen, which had to be a pain to shoot. “scully, would you think less of me as a man if i told you i was kind of excited right now?” he asks as they try to get the pigs in a line to topple like dominoes or something???

“is there some secret farmer trick to getting these things moving?” “i don’t know!” lmaooo these city slickers...

they’re shoving pigs straight out the gate, and she’s trying to say some magic pig words from babe, which her nephew apparently watches all day. you know what that means...

! SCULLY LORE REVEAL ! she has a nephew!

but there are more pressing matters at hand than a lore reveal as one of the brothers emerges, falling for their piggy trap. we see them in daylight now, and it is an unsettling sight.

as the brothers try to herd the pigs back in, the agents sneak in, with mulder picking up a giant log to poke open the door. and it is a good thing he did that, because a trap descends right on the log that surely would have beheaded him as it did the deputy if not for the log taking the axe/weapon thingy for him. thank you for your service, giant log.

they sneak in beneath the log and close the door as if nothing went down. scully is yelling to see if anyone is in the house. they’re doing a sweep in excellent coordination. mulder mumbles “oh no” and i’m scared but he just picks up a newspaper that says elvis is dead and frowns 😭 his ass cannot be serious for more than five minutes

but something approaches!!!! they enter the bedroom and see photos of generations and generations of this family, with varying conditions. and at this moment mulder notices that someone is under the bed!!

he’s trying to say that they’re here to help, but whoever is down there is screaming, screaming at them to go away. so scully tries to move the bed, but she’s strapped to a board underneath the bed, and they pull her out and…. oh my gosh, she has no limbs, i think? it’s dark and hard to tell. they keep her under the bed..........

mulder says they’re going to get her home, but after a glance at the pictures on the wall, scully says that she already IS home. it’s mrs. peacock. the mother of the family that they thought died in the car accident!!!!!!

she is sobbing and they roll her back under the bed, with mulder having a horrific look on his face, unable to process what he just saw.

mulder is back on the prowl to find the other brothers. and he tasks scully with trying to convince mrs. peacock that she is the only one who can get “her boys” out of here without them being hurt. a mighty task, indeed.

she walks away, and he says “scully, w-watch your step” and he’s worried about her and i want to cry. oh!! we see a trip wire……….

so scully goes back to mrs. peacock, explaining that she needs medical attention, and the agents are here to help. she says that this is their home- why leave it? she has to see if the boys are okay.

and she lost her limbs in the accident that killed her husband. “sewed me up just like the family learned in the war of northern aggression” OH! so that is an WILD thing to say in pennsylvania. but it was at this point i thought i was putting the pieces together for an extended metaphor...

but she insists she felt no pain, and that no one in the family does. and they’re such good boys. scully points out they murdered three people, and mrs. peacock says she can tell scully has no children, but maybe someday she’ll learn the pride and the love “when you know your boy will do anything for his mother”

well i think you probably just made her swear that off forever!!! so!!!!!

the brothers see mulder in the window, and they start to run in. and as he holds one at gun point, another tries to bash in his head, so scully shoots him. but this isn’t enough to take him down! and the other one joins in on their attack, so it’s two against one tag teaming mulder!!! oh my gosh scully can you use your perfect aim???

yes, she can, but despite emptying the whole clip, they aren’t hurt!!!

they’re running and running and dodging a whole lot of terrible blows, and scully yells out that she has the mother! she trips over the wire and one of the traps falls RIGHT into one of the brothers, seemingly finally taking him out.

she notices marks on the floor, and when they go back for mrs. peacock, they can’t find the other brother or the mother.

so they put out an APB for them, saying that in time, they’ll catch them. but he counters with “i think time already caught them, scully”

cutscene to the cadillac- where mrs. peacock says that “sherman and george were good boys”- SHERMAN? a union name? edmund, sherman, and george…

it ends with mrs. peacock saying that there will be more peacocks, and they have to find a new home, make a new family to be proud of. she is in the trunk of the car while she says this.

okay so first thoughts: WHAT THE FUCK.

this episode definitely lived up to its horrific reputation. but i can’t figure out exactly what it is it MEANS!

beyond exploring the horrific topics of generational abuse, i feel that there is something a bit deeper going on here. i actually felt so compelled to see if i was imagining things that i went on the wikipedia page for the episode, which spoke of its themes on the american dream and the nuclear family. those themes i see for sure- how mulder was talking about settling down in a place like this, so quaint and quiet, how they started discussing their own desire for a family, and how every idyllic thought about what a family could be was upended on its head with the peacocks. that made sense to me. but...

that line- “the war of northern aggression”- was what the confederates called the american civil war to justify their rebellion. this is notable for the fact that this whole episode took place in pennsylvania, which was a union state- but somehow, they got so twisted up in their own hatred that they’re parroting the lost cause ideology over a century after the war.

the repeated motifs of “things being the way they are in a small town, in our town, in our home”- is that a symbol for the festering of post-civil war wounds? the inability for the war to make meaningful change when it came to the attitudes of the people on the losing side, who continue- even to this day- to spew their hateful ideology? the inbreeding metaphor- is that a representation of how hate begets hate begets hate, generation after generation, compounding and corrupting by the lack of intervention from outsiders who are too afraid to change “the way things are” and call out harmful behavior? and the newspaper from elvis’s death… is that another allusion to the family (or perhaps certain parts of the country) living entirely in the past, in addition to their lack of electricity and water, just stewing in their own hatred? even the name- home- reminds me of the “house divided cannot stand” rhetoric. is this talking about the rot of "back in the good ol' days" thinking?

or if not a metaphor for the country, and instead just the horror of abuse? of how people can feel that things are the way that they are, and so that makes it correct, no matter what the cost? about how warped perceptions of family can be made and shaped? and the fact that mrs. peacock went along with all of this, despite being the biggest victim of the family... is that to speak on the twisted nature of gender roles and how they are weaponized in familial abuse?

i have to clarify that i am not an expert on abuse in the slightest; i am just trying to work through the themes of what i just saw. you know how it is on this blog; i do my best to interpret the big issues, but also recognize that i can only see and comment upon so much.

i'm really, really curious to hear how you interpreted the episode, though. or how audiences have understood it in the past, or if it has ever been re-evaluated. what did the cast and crew have to say on it? i want to know.

man. this is gonna really make me ponder. i want to know. it was too purposeful to just be a “wouldn’t it be fucked up if…” sort of situation.

regardless of the terror, i actually thought this episode was pretty good. it felt cohesive, not just a sideshow of horrible things to make you feel shocked. and we learned more about our characters- their ambitions in life, the possibility of a family someday dangling over their heads, and the terror associated with everything that could go wrong. i think there is always some fear about starting a family (i wouldn't know, but i do read books and stuff), and for scully to just now vocalize her thoughts on the subject and to immediately see this case- i can only imagine what it did to her thought process.

i thought the more light-hearted elements were working at the beginning- mulder's TV dance, baseball time, the merits of their genetics, family talk- worked well at first. but by the end it was just... damn. that was a lot. maybe that is the indication of a successful episode, that it can take you along heavy subject matter with a sense of character analysis and horror, but end with just terror.

i'm not a horror fan outside of this show, so the balancing of the heavy and the humor always baffles me a little bit. i don't know how other materials do it, so i can't really say if it could have been done better or worse. i think the important part though is that they don't turn the tragedy itself into the joke. it wasn't giving "point and laugh at the horrible peacock family!" it was finding humor in other situations, that ultimately still surrendered to the sober feeling of what humanity can do.

whew. this one is definitely gonna stick with me for a while, and i’ll need like 12 hours to formulate my thoughts into something comprehensible. but, you ask, did you like the episode?

yes! while i'm not sure i'd watch it again for funsies, i thought our agents had to confront some inner demons while also learning a lot about them together and individually, which is exactly the thing i want in an episode. i think it brought them closer and they understand each other better, and i think we're getting into some real juicy parts of their relationship. i can't stop thinking about him rubbing her back- how terribly devoted they are to each other, regardless of if either of them can put that into words. those dynamics of devotion that go beyond words- it's so special to me.

and sure, i'll take the bait, and daydream about them living together... i am not above fan service in the slightest. it is me, the fan, who loves to be serviced.

but again. i'm spooked.

#but PLEASE: tell me what you thought of this episode. like i'm BEGGING you.#did you like it? did you hate it? were you spooked? did you think it had a deeper meaning? is it the scariest in the show?#does this episode have wild behind the scenes lore? or a dedicated fan base? or a hateful fan base?#please share all of the things...#maybe someday if enough people would bother to read it i'll make a full post on the things i see in parallel to american history #so if you'd ever read that please just sort of yell at me #sometimes i read into things too much and maybe it stops being fun after a while so i need to know #sometimes when we go from A to Z and back in terms of tone my recaps feel all over the place in a way that doesn't really happen as much #when watching the show visually. some tonal things are hard to translate to written media.#anyway! i need to know #juni's x files liveblog #4x02 #the x files #txf

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