#so who knows???????? not me that's for sure
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@/coma_0423âs cursed cat alastor will bring you happiness â„ïž
Lulu scolds the cat
#I couldâve sworn I posted this doodle#I took a break from drawing stuff to doodle this lol#Iâm learning clip studio paint! itâs very exciting but challenging so things are moving slow#rn Iâm working on the anthology comic#but then back to my bullshit#but school starts next week#hnggg#im sure Iâll find time to slack off tho and draw#also unrelated to that but related to this post#is it weird that itâs so important to me that everyone knows cursedcatalastorâs author#he really became a sensation#which is cool as hell#but idk I just like the thought that people know who designed this lil guy#ESPECIALLY WHEN PPL TRY TO MONETIZE UGH THAT MAKES ME SO UPSET#anyway lemme go make brekky sorry for rambling#tho if youâre reading this#why do u read all my tags im literally an insane person#okay gtg bye ily#hazbin hotel#my doods#hazbin hotel fanart#alastor#cursed cat alastor#liked by creator#forgot that one#lol itâs what reminded me to post this here in the first place
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[Image ID: the image has a white background and is broken up into two columns. The left column is titled âReclamation:â in black letting. Beneath that is an image of an older white man in a light-colored button down shirt and brown shorts walking in the street holding up a white sign that says on black letters, âTHATâS MR FAGGOT TO YOUïżœïżœ. There are people walking, a parked car, and a building in the background. Beneath the image is the explanation: Presents the slur as an identity worth defending, explicitly opposed to how most people use it. The right column is titled âNot reclamationâ in black lettering. Beneath that is an image of a white man with short dark hair who is wearing a light blue polo shirt; he is crossing his arms and the image cuts off underneath them. The man has a speech bubble that says in black lettering, âOf course I look normal, I donât have to act faggy just because Iâm gayâ. Beneath the image is the explanation: Uses the slur as something negative, worth condemning and distancing from, identical to how the general public use it.]
Made a little something on slur reclamation.
#also reminds me of someone I know (who is queer) who uses the phrase âthats so gayâ almost exclusively with a negative connotation#sure the connotation may not always be a large one but itâs still there#it annoys me so much#especially since they donât just do it with/around friends#theyâll do it in public and itâs like you could be making other people (besides me) uncomfortable#as well as making homophobic people feel safe or safer saying things like that#like words do have meanings!#and reclamation can happen!#but as the image shows#some things arenât reclamation (re: using slurs as a slur)#reblog#sorry if the image ID/explanation isnât the greatest!#iâve been trying to get better at doing them and doing them correctly#if anyone has any corrections let me know!
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(ID in alt) you guys even fuck w/ the flash on here???
#dc comics#dc#wally west#irey west#the flash#the flash comics#gonna be so real. i am more a fan of irey than i am of wally. technically speaking#BUT I'M GOING TO TRY TO READ MORE WALLY THIS YEAR TRUST so long as it's fun#i bought the born to run tpb but it's currently held hostage at my uni accomodation (postage mixup)#anyway yeah. daddy-daughter duo of all time. what if your dad was your hero and the best man alive and also a massive dork and loser-#-who frankly sometimes really pisses you off but you love him so so much and you know you don't ever have to worry about him but you do#and also you were pretty much his carbon copy <3#this actually just started as me practicing running poses and then. spiraled#i don't normally fuck w soft shading and tbh I'm still not sure i like it here much but hey!#can't say i didn't try
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more.. more thanos twitter links.. I beg you
â€ïžâđ„ squid game twitter links nsfw ÂČ
content warning: fem!viewer. these are explicit smut videos, watch at your own risk. you have been warned! if you donât like this, donât watch.
authorâs note: well well well, seems like yâall enjoyed PART 1!!, cause i got many requests for more hehe. and honestly, iâm more than happy to feed you. make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working let me know. enjoy <3
ă salesman (recruiter)
the funnier version of russian roulette
proving you he owns you now
âł inho (frontman) / sangwoo (218)
heâs thick
size kink through the roof
good girl
⥠thanos (230)
this is the way he lets you ride him
he was feeling a bit softer
some car sex, why not
shhhhh
till youâre drooling
why were you dancing with those men?
ă thanos + namgyu (230 + 124)
apologizing for voting x
âł namgyu (124)
me next who said that?
yâall im obsessed with his tattoos help
heâs got a crazy oral kink
softer days
make up sex
heâs such a tease
⥠junho (police)
heâs so good to you
love language
ă myunggi (333)
because heâll never share you
âł pink guard
heâll tell you what the next game is in return
⥠gyeong-seok (246)
fav position?
lingerie kink
your pleasureâs his priority
deep and nice
ă hyun-ju (120)
right after hearing you had a shitty day
youâll be late to the dinnerâŠ
she lives for having you sit on her face
@stariou @unapersona0818 i hope theyâre good enough and you enjoy them <3
#squid game#squid game smut#salesman smut#salesman x reader#frontman x reader#frontman smut#inho x reader#inho smut#junho x reader#junho smut#thanos smut#thanos x reader#namgyu smut#namgyu x reader#thangyu#sangwoo x reader#sangwoo smut#pink soldiers x reader#pink soldiers smut#p links#twitter links#twitter visuals#hyun ju x reader#hyunju smut#gyeongseok x reader#player 120#player 246#player 124#player 230#player 230 x reader
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Hello!! Can you please do lnd men where the reader gets dizzy easily for example in car if there's no music or they're not sitting at the window they get dizzy orif there's a strong smell at the vehicle they get dizzy like how would they react to that?
â â â â â ïœĄ WHEN YOU FEEL DIZZY IN THE CAR .á ïœĄ
featuring: rafayel. zayne. sylus. xavier. caleb x reader.
áč cw. fluff. mentions of dizziness + lightheadedness.
â anâ hiii pookieee!!!! omg i literally apologize for how this took longer but i hope you enjoy these bunch & itâs sweet enough for you! also, make sure you take care during/after times you may feel a bit dizzy âĄïž future doc orders heređ»
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rafayel.
has this tender worried look etched onto his face the moment he notices you looking uneasy.
if you admit to him that you were feeling dizzy in the car, he would roll down the windows so you could get some cool fresh air and then ask how you feel after.
"should i take you to the hospital? no? are you sure?"
closing your eyes now, youâd manage to laugh about how it doesnât feel that serious, just to make him less worried because ironically, he would be the one whoâs more stressed.
if heâs driving & can pull over, he will. if not, heâll drive slower, smootherâmaking sure you feel safe until he can stop somewhere or even home.
knows how woozy you may be feeling regardless, so he would hold your hand in his to keep you grounded as his way of not wanting you to go through the feeling alone and would keep glancing back at you more than the road.
when you get home, heâd ask if you can walk or if you'd want him to carry you.
settles you to rest on the couch then comes over to add more pillows to keep you comfortable so you can relax for the rest of the day.
makes you drink lots of water too then moves to open the windows at home too.
asks how youâre doing again after the 110th time you told him youâre better because he really wants to make sure.
"it's hard for me to see you unwell you know."
also asks if you need anything and when you tell him you just want to cuddle, heâd be happy to and reassures you that youâll fully be a-okay after sleeping and waking up.
still talks gently here and there while youâre sound asleep in his arms.
when you wake up he asks again how you feel. âfeeling better? good.â
lightly chuckles with you after on how you looked like a dizzy bean emoji but in a cute endearing teasing way of course (even though seeing you dizzy made him a worried parent.)
zayne.
zayne notices before you even say anything. the second your posture shifts or your breathing changes, his attention would be on you.
âdizzy?â he would ask softly and all it would take is for you to confirm it before he would already either have the window up with the ac on or down for fresh air depending on what needed to be done to avoid making you nauseous.
prioritizes you no matter the level of how bad it feels for you.
parks somewhere better, safe and quiet & would have a bottle of water ready in the center console storage.
helps hold it for you with one hand and the other behind your head.
his doctor instincts would kick in without thinking and heâd ask questions and give instructions.
âhow bad is it? âdo you feel lightheaded or nauseous?â
âokay, close your eyes. now breathe slowly. hereâgently press your forehead against the seat. itâll help.â
when you get home, he would also carry you and would help you take off extra layers of clothes so you feel less suffocated and so it doesnât happen again.
would make you herbal tea or some sugar tea to drink then gives you medication to help.
âyour blood sugar levels mightâve dropped."
if you tease him for being in âdoctor modeâ he would just simply smile a little and crouch to your level then say something like
âtease me all you want but iâll always put your health first.â
because doctor or not, youâre his #1 priority.
(affectionately) lectures you about you needing to stay away from doing things thatâll trigger your stress/dizziness while youâre in his arms in bed.
if you tried to talk he shushes you and kisses the top of your head instead so you sleep.
monitors you a lot more (than usual) since then.
you'd hear more "no. and i mean it, doctorâs orders."
you wonât ever have to face dizziness/lightheadedness when youâre with him as much after that. and in the car, in most cases, the window would be already down/up depending on whether you need fresh air or not, to prevent it from happening .
sylus.
notices when you instinctively touch his arm and asks âwhatâs wrong?â
the moment you tell him how you feel, he doesnât panic since he also doesnât want you to too.
slows down the car and helps you recline your seat back a little and adjusts your seatbelt/unbuckles you so you can relax your head.
âlie down, and close your eyes. do you need me to get you water from the nearest store?â
asks if itâs okay to continue driving & if it is, he drives carefully making sure the car ride is smooth as well.
âhere, take my hand and keep closing your eyes if it gets bad.â
plays a calming & soothing music right after to help you.
later, whether or not you can walk & are feeling better, heâd carry you bridal style inside and would gently settle you on the bed when youâre home.
reads about what to do to stop/prevent it again and what to make for you to eat.
spoon feeds you soups/meals he made that can help.
âsylus you do know i can feed myself right?â
âi know sweetie, but let me.â
pampers you the whole day.
although he notices when you act even more dizzy for his attention, he chuckles to himself about it but still obliges by taking care of you and doesnât mention it.
xavier.
super gentle about it. his whole demeanor softens the second you tell him.
places a hand on top of your head to see if youâre running a temperature first.
âare you sick?â
when you tell him itâs from a super strong random smell from outside that's getting you this way, heâd have the windows up and turn on the ac.
âwill it help if you lean on me? i donât mind, i just want you to feel okay.â
once you get home, he doesn't leave your side unless it's to go get you water or medicine he got.
offers to cook you something.
orders it instead because itâs already one thing to worry about than burnt food.
searches online and finds out that meat helps.
âi knew it. see, it's like i told you. meat always helps everything.â
he would say to you, making you both laugh.
makes you some ginger tea before the food arrives.
âi read this will help too. careful, itâs a little hot so take slow sips. here, let me..â
while feeding you, he would ask if you overworked yourself these past few and if you say yes he would do everything else for you from then on.
âif you take a nap now, youâll feel even better soonâ
if you ask if he wants to sleep too heâd say âno, not yetâ and that he prefers watching you fall asleep first as he puts a blanket over you.
plays quiet music as well at home to help you & comes back next to you, to watch you slowly fall asleep.
(ends up falling asleep next to you once you're long asleep)
caleb.
catches it when you stop midway your sentence and start blinking and shaking your head.
âhey what's the matter?â
when you let him know, he gently takes your hand in his as he drives carefully to looks for a parking spot.
he has even more reason to protect you by the way.
heâd be worried but keeps a calm face for you as he tells you to relax your head and to lie back on your seat.
cracks the window down just right as well.
âeasy, iâve got you. yeah just close your eyes for a sec and breathe with me, okay? yeah, just like that.â
praises you softly as he comforts you all through.
"good girl."
when you get home, he would do anything that wouldnât have you stressed or bending down.
if you tried to do something, heâs got it covered instead.
âoh no you donât.â/ânot on my watch.â
while you're resting your eyes, he would ask âdo you need anything else?.. like more water? more pillows?.. or maybe⊠me?â
youâd fully open your eyes to give him this look
(depending on your reaction *mild shock, a smirk or a ??*)
â*softly laughs* geez i meant like a cuddle, princess.â
rubs his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly during the cuddle, not even realizing heâs doing it and talks with you on how you fit perfectly into him because of times like these too.
even days after you say youâre fine, he still watches you more from the corner of his eye, until you call him out on it.
still does everything and around the house for you even after you feel better and makes sure you eat/drink enough, exercise & sleep better.
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Right side, left-handed, Latin alphabet (native English speaker, USA).
I agree with ciceqi I think, because a prototypical mug to me is a clipart style image with the handle on the right. I wonder my subconscious is giving me a logo or something I see in passing often but haven't paid real attention too. A quick google showed most handles on the right, but not an insignificant amount of handles on the left either.
When I imagine a mug sitting in front of me, though, the handle is on the left in anticipation of me picking it up easily. It was only when I put pen to paper that I figured the handle should be on the right side.
Maybe it has to do with design/shopping listings I often see? If a mug has a single-sided design on it, its 'front face' is normally positioned so that the design faces forward when the handles is on the right (this is a small reoccurring frustration for me, who wants to see the silly words on my mug when I pick it up lol and those mugs that have words printed on the bottom that reveal when you drain the mug are always upside down for me!!!), but that could be a chicken or the egg situation. From a design point, though, it makes sense that the most important info (the design or words on the mug) are presented to you first, assuming the average viewer is a person who reads left-to-right. Presenting the handle on the left side would kinda be a weird break in the path your eye is used to traveling. It feels unbalanced to me?
Interestingly, popping "mug" into Google Images gives a good mix of mugs with left- and right-sided handles (if a bit right-side leaning), but Google Shopping shows almost exclusively right-side handled mugs. Obviously Google isn't end-all-be-all for this kinda stuff but its pretty interesting at least.
I need your help with a hypothesis!
For context: My linguistics professor and I got into a discussion after a test she did with us, and I was of the opinion that the reason for the results was different from the one she offered, so she encouraged me to test my theory.
What I need
All you need to do is draw a coffee cup (with a handle, not the disposable stuff) and then answer three questions.
I don't need to see the coffee cup. You can draw it wherever you like; on a piece of paper, digitally, in the sand, on a foggy window. Anything works. It does not have to be good. A doodle is fine.
You have to draw the coffee cup before you see the questions. This is very important. If you decide to help me with this, please doodle the coffee cup before you keep reading.
Assuming you have drawn the coffee cup, I now need you to answer these three questions:
On which side did you draw the handle?
Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Do you primarily write using the Latin alphabet or a different one? (please specify which)
More context
Most people will draw the handle on the right side. My professor says it's because most people are right-handed, so they draw the handle in the direction that would be comfortable for them to pick up.
I said drawing it on the right side just felt more comfortable to my hand and argued it's probably because we write a bunch of letters like that. B, b, D, P, p, R all look like a tiny "handle on the right side" and are all a straight line followed by a round one (so "cup first, handle second," like most people draw cups). The Latin alphabet doesn't have letters like that that face the other way, except maybe d, depending on how you write it, so it makes sense to me that people writing mostly Latin letters would go with the handle on the right side.
Which means that I need to know what Asians, Arabs and Greeks do and if the distribution of left and right sides of handles differs from the Latin alphabet group. Cyrillic seems to favor right, too, though it'd be interesting to see if there are differences.
If there are, my theory is right. Doubly so if there is a sizeable increase in a group whose alphabet has letters that benefit the left side choice.
So feel free to spread this to as many people as you like and put the answers in the comments or the tags of a reblog. The more answers I get, the better I can assess whose theory is better.
Thank you for your help!
#op im sure you've settled this convo with ur professor by now but this was a fun thought experiment for me thank u#i tested it on all my roommates#they all are right handed and drew the handles on the left side so idk man#except for the one who saw what we were doing and drew a mug with the handle front-facing#every good experiment needs that one person to throw a wrench in your plans for shits and gigs i guess#also i know google results vary wildly depending on where you live so im curious if image and shopping searches vary in this way too
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Training Wheels
i love everything you do, when you call fucking dumb for the stupid shit i do â
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Ëââ§âșË pairing: jeon wonwoo x f! reader Ëââ§âșË genre: dubcon, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY) Ëââ§âșË wc: 3.2k
â wonwoo is sick of your childish crush on him. unforutunately his friends are assholes and forces him in a room alone with you.
Ëââ§âșË smut tags & warnings: mean!wonwoo, obsessive!reader, asshole!wonwoo, corruption kink, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, spanking, multiple postions, innocence kink. seungcheol and mingyu are mentioned, wonwoo finds reader annoying, wonwoo is a huge asshole. Ëââ§âșË a/n: read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. thank you @discoverhansol for beta reading âĄ.
a sequence of familiar dings of wonwooâs ringtone silences the middle of his conversation. seungcheol and mingyu send him a knowing look, their smiles cheeky as if they already know whoâs blowing up his phone.Â
[@/yourusername] hi wonu!! have a good day at school >.< lmk if u received the pastry and latte i got u hehe i had to give it to gyu cuz i couldnât find u :((( see u during econ :3 <3 [read at 12:37 p.m. ]
wonwoo frowns at his phone; he doesnât understand why you keep trying to get close to him or why you even like him, but itâs starting to piss him off. the teasing from both seungcheol and mingyu doesnât help either. wonwoo is on the brink of insanity and you wonât let go of your stupid crush on him.Â
sure, heâs popular, heâs hot, and girls are gonna like him. but for some reason you have a knack for getting under his skin. in his three years of university, no girl has ever been so diligent in pursuing him, not like you. just the ping he gets from his instagram dmâs ticks him off, because no one else sends him more texts in a row, not like you. he hates how youâve gotten his friends to do your bidding, like the smirk on mingyuâs face when he hands him your meaningless gifts.Â
âanother text from your girlfriend?â cheol snickers, leaning over the dining hall table to peek at wonwooâs phone.Â
blood rushes through wonwooâs body with vigour. heâs red with anger, not embarrassment. he hates when dumb and dumber refer to you as his girlfriend. god forbid.Â
âfuck off. she wishes she was my girfriend,â wonwoo yanks the phone to his chest, not wanting to have new material to tease him about.Â
âwhatever you say man, sheâs still hot,â mingyu interjects, popping a fry into his mouth.Â
âwho cares how hot she is, sheâs fucking nuts,â wonwoo scoffs, rolling his eyes at mingyu.Â
âyouâre an idiot. if someone like her was obsessed with me iâd at least hit it once,â mingyu argues.Â
wonwoo canât even fathom the thought of fucking you. not when youâre constantly in his dmâs trying to get his attention. the desperation you display practically reeks off his phone. it repels any thought of finding you attractive from his mind.Â
âreally? you havenât thought about once?â cheol asks him, an expression of disbelief painted on his face.Â
wonwoo tries to recall a time when he found you normal. at the beginning of the semester, there was a slight chance. slight chance, that he found you cute. but after the one project you two did together, his opinion on you changed drastically.Â
you became irritating, texting him randomly throughout the day. he was polite at first, replying with curt responses. but then came the unsolicited gifts. first, it was coffee, his favourite. how you found out his usual, heâs unsure. then came the matching items. overly cute couple's phone cases that went into the trash immediately. then it was the homemade baked goods and food. at first, he tried not to let it get to him, but it became too much. you were so obviously obsessed and no matter what he did, you would find a way to shower with him with unwanted attention.Â
the thought of you under him makes him shiver. flushed cheeks, long lashes fluttering under the dim lights, the sounds of your moans. wonwoo takes a sip of his water. what the hell is your problem?Â
âno. and iâm not going to. ever.âÂ
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the moment wonwoo walked into seungcheolâs house, his smile dropped. the moment he walked through the door, his eyes found you standing alone, sipping at your drink while the party patrons didnât bother to even glance your way. of fucking course youâre here. he doesnât know how you even found out about him attending, but he wasnât about to let it ruin his night.Â
âwonwoo!â mingyu hollers from across the living room.Â
the deafening bass of the speaker stabs at his eardrums, but that's not his highest concern at the moment. you are.Â
he attempts to ignore how he can feel your eyes flit to him the moment you hear mingyu call his name. your stare is so intense that goosebumps begin to raise on his skin.Â
âbro, what the fuck! now she knows iâm here,â wonwoo curses his idiot friend out.Â
with his jaw clenched, he can still feel you watching him. it creeped him out, but there's nowhere to hide. stupid rich seungcheol and his stupid open lay out mansion.Â
âso? who cares, itâs not like sheâs actually gonnaââ mingyus words are cut off the moment he looks over wonwooâs shoulder.Â
âhi wonwoo!â your voice is too cheerful for his liking.Â
there are so many things running through his mind. whether he should curse you out, completely ignore your existence, or if he should just go home. how is he supposed to enjoy the one weekend where he actually has free time if you keep bothering him?Â
âoh, hey! we were just talking about how wonwoo wanted to talk to you. privately,â mingyu brings wonwoo out of his train of thought.Â
his eyes widen, a silent attestation to whatever mingyu was planning in that fucked up brain of his.Â
âwait, really?âÂ
wonwoo still had his back turned towards you. from an outsiders point of view he can only presume that anyone could see how he was shaking with anger. what the fuck, kim mingyu?Â
âyeah! anyways, you guys have fun. i gotta find cheol,â mingyuâs smile drips with fraudulence.Â
if wonwoo was angry then, heâs seething now. mouthing a âyouâre deadâ to mingyu as he feels your fingers grip onto his bicep, waiting for him to whisk you away like some phony princess.Â
before mingyu leaves him, he whispers one last remark, âjust fuck her, man. sheâll forget about you once she gets it out of her system.âÂ
his voice is low but just loud enough for wonwoo to hear. he almost punches mingyu right then and there, but for some reason, something in him decides to just go with the flow of the situation.Â
at least heâll get something out of this, right?
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the door locks with an audible click. fuck it. if wonwoo was gonna do this, then he might as well make sure no one catches him.Â
âwhat did you want to talk about?â you break the silence, wonwoo almost jumps at the sound of your voice.Â
âyou like me, right?â wonwoo turns to face you.Â
your eyes are doe-like, looking up at him like heâs the answer to all your problems. pathetic.Â
as he crosses his arms, he strides towards you until he can feel your breath brush against his chest. the look you give him almost has him wondering if this isnât as a bad idea as he initially thought.Â
âi-i mean yeah. i guess you could say that,â you mutter, avoiding eye contact as wonwoo bores holes into your skin. he can feel the swirl of annoyance begin to manifest within his stomach.Â
now you wanted to play coy? as if he canât sniff the desperation that leaks through your pores. itâs pitiful, if anything, how much of a slut you are for his attention. god, wonwoo canât stand you sometimes, it makes him want to rip his hair out.Â
he supposes that fucking his frustration out of his system may be the one thing that could relieve him of the stress you give him.Â
âif you like me, youâll do anything right?â wonwoo continues to tiptoe his way into getting you to at least suck him off.Â
âanything. really, iâll even pay for our date!â you gush, finally meeting his gaze.Â
wonwoo guffaws at your answer. not only are you desperate, but youâre dumb too. it makes sense honestly, no one with an IQ over eighty-five would spend this much time trying to get their crush to like them back.Â
âget on your knees then. show me how much you like me,â he commands, and you freeze upon his words.Â
a laugh threatens to escape his throat. wonwoo stands there half in disbelief and half in intrigue. he watches as you slowly descend to your knees, your eyes searching for his next command.Â
actually, wonwoo could get used to this. you looked like a dog waiting for their owner to give them a reward.Â
âlike this?â you mumble, the blush on your cheeks apparent even with how dimly lit seungcheolâs guest bedroom is.Â
âjust like that.âÂ
youâre shaking like a leaf, and wonwoo is starting to believe that this is going to be a lot more entertaining than he initially thought. who knew you would be so obedient?
âyou ever sucked a cock before?â wonwoo asks, not that he cares all that much about your sexual history.Â
âmm. n-no,â you whisper, your brows strews together with confusion.Â
wonwoo is genuinely surprised. he wouldâve at least thought youâve gotten some sort of action. he can admit youâre attractive, but your delusional state just overshadows your natural beauty.Â
âthen iâll be your first,â wonwoo drawls, and he can see the way your eyes flash with panic.Â
âw-wait, i thought you wanted to talk?â you quickly get up from your knees, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.Â
âyou really think i took you into a room, just the two of us, to talk?â wonwoo bellows out a laugh.Â
he didnât expect you to be so naive, but it only eggs him on further. a sweet little virgin, too innocent for her own good. now that, wonwoo canât let go. he came into this with reluctance, but fucking virgin pussy is too enticing to pass up.Â
âi thought you wanted to tell me you liked me back,â you gulp.Â
your footsteps backtrack until you hit a wall. wonwoo crowds you, like a lamb to a slaughter, you stand there with hope depleted from your once glimmering eyes. and wonwooâs ready to go in for the kill.Â
âshow me how bad you want me. maybe iâll change your mind,â wonwoo propositions.Â
grasping at your waist, he feels the heat of your exposed skin. your top is dishevelled from the sheer force of his grip. as if his words can compel you to do anything he asks, you smash your lips into him. the kiss is clumsy, and messy, he can only conclude youâve never done anything like this before.
pulling away, he catches his breath. he despises how strongly his dick twitches in his pants. as much as he doesnât want to indulge in your fantasies, an opportunity such as this one doesnât arise often.Â
âyou poor little thing. you donât even know how to kiss someone properly,â he breathes out, grabbing your jaw hard enough that your cheeks squish upon his touch.Â
âw-wonwoo, can we just talk? this seems wrong,â you beg, but your pleas only arouse him further.Â
âi thought you liked me?âÂ
âi do!â you argue.Â
âthen kiss me like you mean it.âÂ
you lean in again, eyebrows furrowed with determination. he can tell youâre actually trying now. to appease him, to give him what he wants, because why wouldnât you? wonwoo is aware of how much you want him, he shouldâve realized sooner that he could use it to his advantage.Â
the softness of your lips alongside the dedication behind your actions forces a groan to leave him. he grips your waist tighter, enough to leave bruises along your delicate skin. the whimper you let out has wonwoo straining against his pants.Â
pulling you in closer, wonwoo rubs his clothed erection against your torso. the friction causes sparks to erupt under his fingertips. those same fingertips trail on your bare skin, slowly traversing their way up your stomach and under your shirt.Â
wonwooâs large palms cup at your breasts, enjoying the fact he can access your nipples without the barrier of a bra in his way. the moan you let is wonwooâs worst nightmare. not because itâs unpleasant, but because he hates that your sounds are getting him turned on despite his obvious disdain toward you.Â
âwonwoo⊠i donât think this is right,â you whine, but your words fall on deaf ears as he keeps you anchored against the wall.Â
you canât escape him even if you tried.Â
âif you donât do what i ask of you, then you can leave,â wonwoo becomes increasingly more irritated the more you protest his advances.Â
you wanted this, so heâs gonna give you it.Â
âbut what about our date?â you pout, lips swollen and bitten.Â
thereâs conflict behind your eyes, like you knew this wasnât wanted but better than anything heâs given you the moment you started liking him.Â
wonwoo is quick to silence you. he doesnât want to hear about whatever delusions youâve conjured up in your head. his dick is hard and he wants to cum.Â
a gasp leaves your lips, he canât have you running your mouth when his cock is starting to pulse so hard that itâs becoming uncomfortable. his hands leave your pebbled nipples to grab onto your thighs. lifting you up, he throws you onto the mattress, and you yelp from surprise.Â
âdonât be stupid. all you wanted was for me to notice you. so just take what i give you,â wonwoo grunts, prying your legs open.Â
fuck, if youâre not gonna suck him off, then he needs to be inside you now or heâll cum in his pants.Â
the patch of arousal on your panties doesnât go unnoticed. of course, youâre secretly enjoying this. he shouldâve known you were secretly a whore for him. flipping your skirt up, he rips off your panties off in one go. he needs to be inside you in the next second or heâs gonna bust a load in his pants.Â
âw-wait, iâm not ready,â you complain again.Â
wonwooâs deciding whether or not to gag you, but for some reason your high pitched objection gets him rock hard. the thought of you begging him to stop gets the blood pumping straight to his shaft.Â
your shirt is discarded not long after, and you lie there helpless, panting and clearly in need of attention to your poor untouched hole.Â
âi-it hurts wonwoo, help me please,â you whine, a tear slipping from the corner of your eyes.Â
âwhere? show me where and i can give you what you want,â wonwooâs eyebrows raise with intrigue.Â
your fingers move down slowly until they touch right where heâs been fantasizing about the moment he got you to fess up about your innocence.Â
âr-right here. please, i donât know what to do. it just hurts,â you hiccup, grabbing his hand and pushing it towards your dripping heat.Â
he smirks at your desperate countenance, the part in your pink lips, wet with his saliva and swollen from the intensity of his kiss. wonwoo had to get his cock into you. now.Â
âfuck, youâre dripping like crazy,â wonwoo mutters.Â
with your hand clasped in his, the size difference between the two of you is hard to ignore. your fingers are so tiny compared to his, he wonders if youâve even touched yourself. do your fingers even properly fill your tiny cunt? or do you have to shove a dildo inside yourself in order to feel any sort of satisfaction? wonwooâs thoughts run as the tips of his fingers come in contact with your searing heat.Â
the groan wonwoo lets out is strained. your breath hitches at his touch as he begins to rub your clit. the sounds that escape your lips has wonwoo panting along with you. while moving toward your neck, he leaves deep red bruises along your soft skin while he slips a finger past your folds.Â
your pussy squeezes around his single digit with such force that it causes him to grunt. youâre so fucking tight.Â
âholy fuck, youâre secretly a desperate little slut, arenât you? donât you feel this, baby? youâre gripping my finger like crazy,â wonwoo mutters against your skin.Â
âi-i canât. wonwoo please it hurts,â you squirm under him, but his free hand keeps you in place.Â
his body hovering over yours, he watches as you come undone from a few strokes of his hand. the lips he had on your exposed shoulder return back to yours until your orgasm hits. your breathy gasps fill the room and you clench down, the flood of your arousal coating his hand.Â
âgonna fuck this tight little cunt till youâre dripping in my cum,â wonwoo mutters, standing up to rid himself of his clothing.Â
the moment his pants hit the floor, his body is on yours. pushing your legs to your chest, he folds you in half. the tip of his cock leaking with precum from not receiving any attention the whole time heâs been playing with you. wonwoo grips his length, rubbing himself against your soaking cunt, youâre so wet that he knows he can slip in without a problem.Â
you stare down at his dick in sheer panic, âw-wait, itâs too big.âÂ
wonwoo doesnât care. he just needs to cum.Â
âyou act like you donât want this. but this pussy of yours is practically crying for my cock,â wonwoo grunts before shoving his length inside you till he bottoms out.Â
a half scream, half moan leaves your lips, your eyes rolling back as wonwoo thrusts into you. thereâs a slight arch in your back as wonwoo pistons his hips. the heat of your pussy enveloping his length is addictive.Â
wonwoo buries himself in your neck, his breath harsh against your skin. the only thing to be heard is the snap of his hips bullying into your hole.Â
âit feels so good,â you whimper as you lace your fingers through his hair.Â
pulling at the strands, wonwoo indulges in the pain along with the pleasure of your walls massaging his pulsing member. he shouldâve thought of doing this a lot sooner.Â
âmmphâw-wonoo, i canât, i-it hurts again,â you cry out, and wonwoo almost releases his load at the sound of your moans.Â
but he canât finish just yet.Â
relinquishing you from his hold, he moves back to flip you over. forcing your ass into the air, he enters you once again. the position allowing him to fill your tiny hole to the brim. his balls slap against your clit, and your screams are muffled by the mattress heâs forcing your face into.Â
âshouldâve fucked you sooner, f-fuck. gonna make this tiny cunt of yours mine and mine only,â wonwoo growls, and he can feel your pussy clench at his words.Â
âyou like that donât you? the thought of me fucking this pussy every night?â he chuckles, spanking your ass.Â
âi-i love it, please. it feels so good,â your answer stifled by the sheets shoved into your face.Â
the bed creaks along with his movements, and his cock is starting to twitch inside you. continuing to leave red hand marks on your skin, he allows himself to still in your cunt, his cum spurting into you and overflowing past your swollen pussy lips.Â
pulling you by your hair, he leans forward to whisper in your ear.Â
âweâre not done. youâre gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours too.âÂ
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Feeling in a mood today. Would you consider some angst with Bucky? You can ignore!
I feel like angst isn't my forte, nonnie, but I'll try?
Stood Up
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky asks you out on a date and doesn't show.
Word Count: Almost 1.2k
Warnings: Angst, sadness, insecurities, embarrassment
A/N: This may get a Part 2. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You chose a simple black dress for your first date with Bucky. It wasn't too dressy or over the top, but still nice enough that you hoped it caught his attention. If the sight of you could put a soft smile on his face and warmth in his stunning blue eyes you'd consider it a win. Maybe he'd even tell you how beautiful you looked.
But your date was supposed to start almost an hour ago, and he still hadn't arrived.
You perked up when you looked toward the door, only to feel disappointed yet again when it wasn't Bucky who walked in. Checking your phone, you scrolled back through the messages. You had texted him earlier in the week to be on the safe side and he confirmed all of the needed date information; date, time, restaurant. You arrived at the right place at the right time on the right date. It was all you looked forward to this week.
You thought Bucky was looking forward to it as well since his last message was, âCan't wait to see you, doll.â
The sergeant looked almost nervous when he asked you to grab dinner with him. You were pretty sure he ran a hand through his hair three times before he got the question out. But the way his eyes lit up when you said yes, it was a look youâd never forget.
âItâs a date,â he had smiled, your heart fluttering. âMaybe we can go dancing after? Or we can dance in one of our apartments? Or we can play it by ear.â
âIâll wear my best dancing shoes.â
You were trying to stay optimistic that he would show, but the knots in your stomach tightened when you realized he still hadn't replied to your follow up messages since you got to the restaurant. Did he have to take a last minute mission and couldn't let you know? Was he just running late? Or did he simply change his mind about the date?
âWhere are you, Bucky?â you whispered, praying he wasn't hurt or worse.
The server cautiously approached your table once you set your phone down. âIs there anything I can get for you?â she asked.
âOh, Iâm fine,â you forcefully smiled, gesturing to the untouched glass of wine in front of you. âIâm still⊠waiting,â you added, your voice cracking on the last word.
A look of pity crossed the serverâs face. Maybe you were imagining it, but you felt other eyes on you, too. You didn't want their sympathy or anything else for that matter. âPlease let me know if you need anything.â
You managed a nod and nothing more, your eyes burning as you blankly stared at the menu. It didn't make sense. Bucky wasn't the kind of man to stand someone up. He wouldn't leave you in the middle of a restaurant by yourself without a good reason. Right?
Your hands shook when it went past the hour mark and you typed one more message to Bucky. âIâm still at the restaurant and worried since you aren't here. I hope you're okay.â
It took another fifteen minutes for it to finally sink in that Bucky wasn't coming. As much as you didn't want it to, it hurt. So much. Luck wasn't on your side when it came to relationships, but you thought this would be different because, well, Bucky was different. You should've known better though. You should've known him asking you on a date was too good to be true.
The server made eye contact with you across the room and quickly made her way over when you took out your wallet. âOh, that glass is on the house. Unless there's anything else I can get for you?â
âOh. Um. Thanks.â The gesture brought tears to your eyes, and you wished you could bury yourself in the ground then and there. âI don't need anything else, but I still owe you a tip for taking up the table for over an hour,â you said, leaving some cash on the table and giving her one last smile as you stood up on shaky legs. âHave a good night.â
âOuch. Stood up. Been there before.â
âOh, shit. I think sheâs crying.â
âPoor thing. She was sitting down before we got here.â
The whispers from the patrons were practically screams in your ears as you left, and you had to steady yourself once you got outside. The cool air did nothing to soothe you, and wiping your cheeks didn't stop the tears from falling. Humiliation aside, your heart ached. Putting yourself out there wasn't easy, but this sort of rejection hurt more than a firm ânoâ.
Worry seeped in because you didn't want to believe Bucky would do this on purpose. What went wrong? Why didn't he show up? There had to be a reasonable explanation.
You dialed his number, your heart stopping when his voicemail popped up after a few seconds. âHey, this is Bucky. Leave me a message.â
You cleared your throat to speak. âHey. Itâs me. I waited for you⊠at the restaurant, but I guess⊠I guess you just couldn't make it, so I'm heading home.â You paused to sniffle and prayed he wouldn't catch it if he listened. âCan you just⊠let me know you're okay? Please, Bucky?â you asked, hanging up before you could say more.
The little optimism you had left faded completely when you checked your messages one last time. The messages had gone from delivered to read. He got them and didn't respond. Not one single word. He just⊠ignored you.
Maybe everything was fine with him after all and he realized you weren't good enough to go on a date with.
Choking on a small sob, you tucked your phone away. You didn't bother with a cab. The walk could help clear your head. You didn't care if the distance would ruin your shoes. It wasn't like you had anyone to dance with tonight or any other night.
âIâll be fine,â you whispered to yourself, curling in on yourself as you walked. It hurt, but youâd be fine. You'd suck it up, put a smile on your face, and convince everyone that all was well because that was the way it had to be.
But how would you face Bucky come Monday? You still cared about him, but how would you be able to look him in the eye and hide the hurt you felt from being left all alone in that restaurant? How would you move forward together if he didn't want you?
No, not together. There was no togetherness at the moment since Bucky stood you up. He clearly didn't want you. Maybe he never did and he only asked you out as a fluke or some obligation so people would stop trying to set him up.
You wiped at your cheeks again. The unknown was going to keep your mind racing until he told you why he didn't show. He owed you some sort of explanation.
But tonight, you'd walk home alone with a heavy heart and hoped that whatever Bucky was doing that he was okay.
I need a happy ending for them immediately. Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Û¶âĄà§ White Rabbit Û¶âĄà§ (Rafe Cameron x Reader)
â° Rafe goes to Barry for help with his âpogue problemâ but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barryâs cousin. He canât stay away from you, despite Barryâs protests, especially when youâre just as unhinged as he is. â° (This is a revamped repost from my old blog of my first ever Rafe fic)
â± Gun violence (Reader shoots a guy), cocaine use(Reader & Rafe), unprotected sex, face fucking, choking, hair pulling, instant infatuation, spit kink, unhinged!reader, alt!reader, daddy kink, spanking, biting 18+MDNI â±
Rafe slams his truck door shut as he walks up to Barryâs porch, scoffing when he sees him sitting there with his feet propped up while he reads a book.
âHey, you got my shit?â
âShit, youâre early.â Barry closes his book and sets it down on the table in front of him, a condescending smirk spreading across his lips.
âDo you have my shit or not, man?â Rafe groans as he plops his large body down onto the rundown cushion of one of the porch chairs.
âYeah, I got yo shit.â Barry chuckles, pulling the baggy from his pocket and tossing it on the table. âYou got my money?â
âYeah.â Rafe pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it into his hand before grabbing the baggy so he can make himself line. He snorts it, letting out a deep breath after. âI need a piece too.â
âHooohoooo!! You need a piece? Country Club Killer now, huh?â Barry laughs, his hand coming down to slap his knee.
âDonât!!â Rafe slams his hand on the table. âMess with me right now.â
âAight, what the hell you need a piece for?â
âJohn B is fucking back.â
âJohn B is fucking dead bruh.â Barry chuckles and rolls his eyes.
âNah man, I saw him for myself in the Bahamas, and just now Top saw him in town with my sister scoring beer.â
âFUCK!!!!â Barry kicks the table, sending it flying a few feet away. âAre you fuckinâ kiddin me? Iâm done playing with these kids bruh.â
Barry kicks himself up from his seat, walking over to a locker on the side of the porch. He enters the combination before he pulls out a gun and starts to load it.
âYou wanna be done with those little shits once and for all? Youâre gonna need a lot more than just a piece. You gotta start going at this shit like a soldier.â He spins the barrel, clicking it into place before handing the gun to Rafe.
âYou do this, you know Iâll take care of you, alright? You wonât be doing this shit for nothing man Iâll -â
âYOU THINK IâM SCARED OF YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?â A male voice came booming from behind the house.
âIF YOU ARENâT NOW, YOU FUCKING WILL BE!â Another voice followed, but this one was unmistakably female.
âDude, what the fuck was that? Is that chick okay? Should you like - I donât know - deal with that or some shit?â Rafeâs blue eyes scan the other manâs face for signs of distress but it was almost like if he hadnât mentioned it, he wouldnât have even noticed.
âNah bro, thatâs my cousin. Sheâs got it, stop trippin. We doinâ this or not?â
Thereâs a loud crash and then he hears the girl's voice again.
âI TOLD YOU TO GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!â
âDude Iâm gonna go check it out, that doesnât sound good.â Rafe isnât sure why he really gives a shit if this random chick who he hasnât even seen is alright or not, maybe heâs just high and paranoid. Either way his curiosity gets the best of him and he starts walking towards the back of Barryâs place.
âShe doesnât need your help pretty boy, trust me.â Barry snorts and shakes his head as he begrudgingly follows him.
When Rafe rounds the corner the sight he sees is far from what he was expecting. The man who he heard yelling was shorter than him but more built, probably middle aged, he wore a white tank top and black board shorts and the look in his eyes told him that he was definitely one of Barryâs customers or less reliable dealers. The girl on the other hand? You were half his size, your hair in two braids with ribbons tied at the ends of them, you were wearing a tiny little black lace top and white lacy shorts that barely covered her ass. You had combat boots on your feet that had little white ruffle socks sticking out of the top of them, but what was most shocking? You were holding a Glock in one of your small hands, and the collar of the manâs tank top was gathered in the other. You were standing on your tiptoes whilst also pulling the man down so he was face level with you, the Glock held to his head.
âI said, get on your fucking knees mother fucker, you got a hearing problem or some shit?â You growl at the man and it sends shivers down Rafeâs spine. You were beautiful. He watches as you shove the Glock into the manâs temple and ram your boot clad heel into his thigh causing him to fall to his knees with a grunt.
âMuch better.â You smile as you tap his cheek with the gun before bringing it back to the side of his head. âNow, where the fuck is my fucking money?â
âI told you! I told you I donât fucking have it right now I just need a little time!â The manâs voice is shaky now, his eyes traveling between you and the gun held to his head.
âTime? This isnât a fucking loan service! Get me my money by tomorrow, or youâre fucked!â Your eyes are filled with fire and you let out a dry laugh.
âWhatâre you gonna do? Send Barry after me? Where is he at? He knows I always pay, just let me talk to hi-â Heâs cut off abruptly when you hit him across the cheek with the gun.
âSHUT UP!! Youâre not fucking talking to Barry, youâre talking to me. If you donât get my money you arenât going to have to deal with him, youâre going to have to deal with me. Which I promise you donât fucking want.â Rafe watches as you lean down into the guy's face, your eyes boring into his, a sinister smile paints your lips, and he isnât even ashamed of the fact that he felt his cock stir in his pants at your display of dominance over this man twice your size. âGot it??â
âI donât know how you expect me to get that amount by tomorrow I-â The man grunts when you hit him in the face with the gun again, his face whipping to the side.
âI said, got it?â You hold the gun between his eyes, your smile never faltering.
âYeah - yeah! I got it! I got it! Can I go now!?â The man holds his hands by his head in surrender, seemingly not wanting to argue with you further.
âI fucking mean it asshole, tomorrow, by sunset.â You glare at him momentarily before your smile returns, tapping his cheek with the gun again before turning to walk off.
âYou arenât gonna do shit bitch, youâre nothing without that little gun.â
Rafeâs blue eyes widen as he watches the manâs hand reach out and grab for your Glock. He subconsciously takes a step forward in your defense but soon realizes maybe you really donât need help. Your body whips around, pulling the gun from the guy's reach and shooting him in the foot all in one motion. He screams out in pain, his hands grabbing onto his foot as he falls to the ground.
âBring me my fucking money. Tomorrow. Or youâre going to be in a lot more pain than that.â You crouch down and spit in the guy's face before walking over him and into the house, letting the door slam shut behind you. Rafe stands there with his dick half hard and his jaw hanging open as he stares at the closed door you just disappeared behind.
âI told you she fuckinâ had it, and donât even fuckinâ think about it, country club.â Barryâs voice snaps him out of his trance.
âWha-? Think about what?â
âI see how youâre fuckinâ lookin at her dude, thatâs like my sister in there. You stay your messy ass away from her, aight?â
âWe should go check on herâŠâ Rafe ignores Barryâs warning, walking towards the house despite his protests.
You let out an agitated groan as you flop down on the couch and toss your Glock on the cushion next to you. You grab a little clear baggy off the coffee table and sprinkle some of the powder onto the small mirror in front of you, using the random gift card you found in your wallet to push a portion of it into a straight line. You grab the rolled dollar bill sitting on the mirror and bring it up to your nose so fucking ready for this line after dealing with that shit head, but right when you bend over the front door slams open, causing you to jump back. Your foot hits the table and the movement makes a mess of your line. You let out a curse under your breath, your eyes rising to glare at your intruder.
You expect Barry, or maybe that fucking idiot really did want to lose a finger today. But instead of the brown eyes of your cousin, or the bloodshot hazel ones of your unreliable dealer, your eyes lock with piercing blue ones. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. Heâs tall, really tall, and built, his chest and arms perfectly filling out the blue button up shirt he wore. His chestnut hair looked silky to the touch, his jaw looked perfect for biting, and his face was just all around beautiful. Especially those eyes, the look in them stern. There was something else there you couldnât quite decipher, it almost seemed possessive.
âAre you okay?â He asks, his voice laced with concern.
âUh - yeah? Aside from the fact that you just scared the shit out of me and made me knock my line all over the table, Iâm just peachy.â You scoff, throwing him a playful smirk and roll of your eyes.
âCountry Club here seems to think youâre some kinda damsel in distress or some shit.â Barry walks through the door behind him, smacking his bicep with the back of his hand and laughing loudly.
âDamsel in distress, huh? I donât think Iâd mind if a pretty boy like you came to my rescue.â You bite your bottom lip, your eyes roaming his figure.
âHell fuckinâ nah! Quit that shit out right now, Bunny. I mean it. I told him the same shit, I donât want this.â He gestures between you and Rafe. âTo be a thing. You two are a recipe for fuckinâ disaster. This is Rafe Cameron, the dude I was tellinâ you about.â
âWhat the fuck did you tell her about me man?â Rafeâs voice comes out almost panicked and you find yourself wanting to comfort him immediately. You jump up from your seat and walk around the table so you can stand in front of him. Heâs even taller up close, you have to tilt your head all the way to meet his eyes and you stop yourself from clenching your thighs at the height difference.
âSo this is the guy that killed the sheriff, huh? Pretty boy is a cop killer? I find that kind of sexyâŠâ You twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers, your teeth subconsciously finding your bottom lip again as you look up at him through your lashes.
âBarry, what the hell man? You told her that shit?â He addresses the other man but his eyes donât leave yours, the look in them changed from concern to defense, and maybe a little lust? He was honestly looking at you like he wanted to choke you to death and this time you really couldnât stop yourself from clenching your thighs where you stood.
âHey, Iâm not going to rat you out or some shit. Barry gave me the low down on everyone on the island when I moved, if Iâm going to work for him I need to know the ins and outs, ya know? He trusts me, if you trust him, you can trust me. Iâm cool.â You give him a smile that you hope is reassuring, you arenât sure why but you want him to trust you.
âAlright.â His eyes search your face, almost as if heâs trying to read your thoughts, to see if you really mean it.
âAlright, we good?â You extend your hand towards him and he takes it in his much larger one, shaking it.
âWeâre good.â You go to pull your hand away but he tightens his grasp, keeping it held in his. âYou didnât tell me your name though, or should I just call you, what did Barry call you? Bunny?â
âBunny is preferred, but you can call me my real name too, if youâd like.â You let your thumb run across the back of his hand as you tell him your name, your eyes never leaving his.
âAIGHT! Thatâs enough of alla that.â Barry pushes past you, plopping down on the couch he grabs the bong on the coffee table and starts to load it.
âBare, stop acting like youâre in charge of who I flirt with. I'm a grown ass woman, you're being dramatic.â You scoff, sending him a death glare.
âSeriously man, youâre acting like youâre her dad or some shit.â He chuckles when your cousin flips him off. âIâm sorry about your line by the way, I really just came to check in on you after I saw you arguing with that asshole out there. Let me make it up to you.â
Rafe brings his hand up to your shoulder, running his thumb over the blade a few times before letting it graze down your arm as he walks towards the couch. You watch as he sits down next to Barry and picks up your gift card, expertly lining the fine power back into a nice row before patting the cushion next to him. A smile breaks across your lips as you take the empty seat. He doesnât miss the way your tits bounce when your ass hits the couch and the smell of your sweet perfume makes his cock twitch.
âFor you, pretty girl.â He holds the folded dollar bill up to you with a smirk and you happily take it from him.
âThanks, cutie.â You wink at him. When you lean down Rafe notices your hair is in your way so like itâs the most casual thing in the world he brings his large hand up to your face and sweeps the straw pieces behind your ear. He pushes the rest of it behind your shoulder and his hand stays there while you inhale through your nostril. His touch doesnât leave you, even when you lean back against the couch, he simply adjusts it so itâs around your shoulder.
âYou gonna flirt with my cousin all goddamn night or are we gonna deal with your little pogue problem?â
âPogue problem? Whatâs going on?â You raise your eyebrows, your eyes traveling between Barry and Rafe.
âYou remember that little fucker John B I was telling you about? His ass is alive and back on the island.â Barry shakes his head and lets out a dry laugh.
âThatâs the kid the cops think killed the sheriff, right? Damn. Thatâs not good for you, Rafe.â You make eye contact and bite your lip nervously. âThose kids know you actually killed her, donât they?â
âYeah, and my fucking sister is with them. Her and John B were there, they saw the whole goddamn thing.â Rafe groans, his hands running through his hair in frustration. âI canât have them opening their fucking mouths. I just canât.â
âThen you know what you have to do, right? Shut them the fuck up, once and for all.â Your eyes darken and it reminded him of the way they looked outside, when you were holding a gun to your dealer's head.
âYeah, no shit dude, thatâs why I said we were going to deal with it.â Barry scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.
âOkay, I donât know what the hell is up with you attitude Bare, but fucking ditch it.â You glare at him as you grab the couch pillow next to you and throw it at his face.
âOh? You wanna fuckinâ go bruh?â Your cousin grins at you, gripping the pillow in his hand and swinging it over Rafeâs body, directly into your face with a cackle.
âOh you mother fucker!â You let out a laugh, your hands go for the pillow but itâs ripped from your grasp.
âCUT IT THE FUCK OUT!!â Rafe takes the pillow in his large ringed hand and throws it across the room causing you to jump, your smile falling. âBarry, are you gonna help me or not man?â
âHey.â Your eyes are soft again, you put your hand on his chest and rub soft circles onto his skin through his shirt with the pad of your thumb. âHeâs going to help you, and I will too. We were just fucking around, everythingâs alright. Youâre probably under a lot of stress, huh? Poor thing.â
Rafe isnât exactly sure how to react. No one has ever taken his anger and looked at it as more than just that, anger, yet here you are knowing him for all of ten minutes and the minute he loses his temper you see it for what it is, stress. Plus youâre kind of coddling him, and heâs never had anyone coddle him before. He almost feels speechless.
âIâm not gonna suck your dick about it like she is but Iâm gonna help you man, fuckinâ relax. We doinâ this shit tonight?â Barry cracks his knuckles and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, earning an immediate glare from you. He scoffs, taking his feet off the table with a roll of his eyes. âI donât know why you care so much if my feet are on the table dude, itâs my fuckinâ table anyways.â
âThe drugs I put inside my nose are on this table, I donât want your dirty ass shoes on it. It's common sense really.â He rolls his eyes and you flip him off, sticking your tongue out at him.
âYeah man, tonight. I want to give this shit over with. I bet you anything theyâre at John Bâs. Theyâre stupid enough to go there.â Rafeâs hand is tapping on his already shaking leg and you can tell heâs anxious, you reach out and grab it, stopping his motions. He doesnât look at you, but he intertwines your fingers, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze his back and bring your other hand to his bicep so you can rub soothing circles on it. He lets out a sigh. âOnce itâs dark, then they wonât see us coming.â
âAight, letâs do this shit. Bunny, you in?â Barry raises a brow at you, his eyes lingering on the way youâre touching Rafe. âAlso, I thought I said I didnât want this to be a thing.â
âIt could be dangerous, I donât know if you should come, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.â Rafe answers before you can, his hand squeezing yours again in what you assume is supposed to be reassurance but it actually just pisses you off.
âOkay.â Your voice is stern, your hands leave him as you stand from the couch and he immediately misses your touch. âI wanna get something straight, right fucking now. I am not some weak little girl who sits at home while all the fun shit goes down. If thatâs the kinda girl youâre into, you are not going to find that with me. Iâm a ride or die type of bitch. If my man is in trouble, Iâm helping him. So if you want this to be a âthingâ as Barry is calling it, then I suggest you accept that sooner rather than later.â
âAnd you, have no fucking say in who I do and donât engage with sexually or romatically. Me and Rafe clearly have chemistry and I could tell that the moment I locked eyes with him, so youâre just going to have to get the fuck over it. Are we clear? Both of you?â You look between them, your hands on your hips and that fire Rafe is already becoming addicted to in your eyes.
âWhatever, your lil ass has always been fuckinâ impossible to control. If this blows up in your face Iâm gonna say I told you so, cuz.â Barry snorts.
âYeah baby, I got it.â Rafe cuts in, sending a shockwave through your body with the pet name. âI saw you out there with that guy, you might be tougher than Barry.â
This makes you smile, your eyes turning soft as you approach him on the couch. This time you donât take the seat next to him, you sit across his lap, facing your cousin with a triumphant smile. Rafe's arm circles around your waist and you nestle in closer to him.
âAlright then. Glad we are all on the same page now. So whatâs the plan?â
âFUCK!!!!â Rafe was pissed, he threw himself into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming his hands down on the wheel. âFUCKING BULLSHIT!! THEY HAD TO OF JUST BEEN FUCKING BEEN THERE! POUGE FOR LIFE SARAH?! HUH?! I SEE HOW IT FUCKING IS!!â
âRafeâŠâ You approach the open driver's door, gently resting your hand on top of one of his that was white knuckling the steering wheel. Completely unafraid, despite the fact that heâs still holding the gun Barry gave him in his other hand. âLetâs just calm down for a second, okay? Weâre gonna work it out, they arenât going to fuck with you.â
âARE YOU SERIOUS? IâM FUCKED! YOU DONâT FUCKING GET IT! YOU DONâT KNOW MY FUCKING DAD! YOU DONâT KNOW MY FAMILY, IF IT COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY GODDAMN SISTER HEâS GONNA FUCKING CHOOSE HER!!!â His hands leave the wheel, weaving through his hair and tugging, the gun pressed up against the side of his face.
âHey.â You put your hands over his, turning his face towards yours. âI might not know about all that shit, maybe not yet at least, but I know that when I say Iâm going to do something I get it done. You arenât alone in this, Iâm going to help you, okay?â
Your voice is sweet, the look in your eyes is gentle and reassuring, and your hands? Theyâre so soft, and cool against his face, the feeling of them soothes him in a way heâs never felt before. He lets out a sigh, relaxing under your touch.
âWe are going to deal with this, but for right now we need to get the fuck out of here. Those gunshots couldâve caught someoneâs attention.â You run your thumbs over the top of his hands before grabbing onto the gun, pulling it from his grasp with a smile. You tuck it into your boot and lean up onto your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.
âYeah, alright.â He nods, his hands smoothing through his hair.
You walk around the front of the truck so you can hop into the passenger seat, Barry already sat in the back anxiously bouncing his leg.
âOkay, letâs take Barry back to the house and then I think you and I should go somewhere together.â You buckle your seatbelt and turn to face him.
âYeah? Where?â He shoves the keys in the ignition and puts the truck in drive, pulling away from the ChĂątea and into the night.
âJust trust me, I know a spot.â You kick your feet up on the dash, reaching into your purse for a cigarette and your lighter.
âEvery instinct in my body is telling me to tell you to bring your ass home with me, but youâre not gonna listen to me for shit so Iâm not gonna waste my breath. Gimme one of those fuckinâ cigarettes though.â Barry leans forward, snatching the entire pack and your lighter from your hands.
âYeah, youâre better off not arguing with me Bare. Fucking give those back though, dick.â He rolls his eyes, lighting the cigarette he took from your pack before throwing it back to you.
âYeah whatever, just fuckinâ take me home man.â
âOkay, take a left here and on your right youâre gonna see a little road that goes through these trees.â You point out the window, directing Rafe as he drives.
âWhere the hell are you taking me, huh? You taking me out somewhere quiet to sacrifice me?â He chuckles, looking over at you with a smirk.
âMmm, I bet youâd like that, huh? Preppy rich boys like you always like the fucked up alternative girls from the sticks.â You return his smirk with one of your own.
âHa! I guess youâre right, I wouldnât mind if you spilled a little bit of my blood, as long as I could spill yours tooâŠâ he reaches the end of the road, driving into a clearing in the trees, a patch of lone beach in front of you.
âYeah? Thatâs hot. Stop here.â He obliges, putting the truck into park and taking off his seatbelt. You do the same, turning towards him with your legs tucked underneath you.
âWhatâre we really doing out here, vampire girl?â His eyes meet yours momentarily before the trail down your body, taking extra time to admire your tits in your top.
âMmm, well, I know youâre really stressed and I just thought⊠maybe you could take some of your frustrations out on me?â You lock eyes with him, your tongue running over your bottom lip before you take it between your teeth.
âYeah? You brought me out here so I would fuck the shit out of you?â He licks his lips, his large hand reaches out to rest on your thigh, squeezing the meat of it between his fingers.
âYeah, I figured you wouldnât want to take me home after that shit you said about your family and Barry would probably either kill us both or have a stroke if you fucked me how I want you to fuck me at my place.â You said it oh so matter of fact, that smirk ever present on your lips.
âAnd how do you want me to fuck you? Huh, bunny?â His hand runs along the length of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He grabs onto it, the tips of his thumb and his pinky just dipping under the fabric.
âI want you to fuck me like you hate me, take your frustrations out on me, Rafe. Use me.â Your voice comes out desperate and it makes him groan.
âIâve barely even touched you yet and youâre already practically begging for me⊠you wanna be my little slut, that it?â His thumb runs down the seam of your shorts, stopping at your wet core. âYouâre fucking dripping. I can feel it through your panties.â
âItâs all for you, want you, want to be your little slut so bad.â
âFuck.â The hand not on your thigh reaches for your throat, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply in the most delicious way. âIâm going to fucking ruin you.â
He uses his grip on your throat to pull your face to his, smashing his lips against your own in a bruising kiss. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers through his hair at the same time that his hand on your thigh pushes your shorts and panties to the side, burying two fingers in your wet cunt with little resistance. He begins pumping them in and out of you while his grip on your throat never falters. He pulls away from the kiss, his blue eyes almost black with lust as they bore into your own. His thumb finds your clit and your back arches, a loud moan ripping through you.
âOpen your fucking mouth.â You oblige, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. He leans over you and lets a string of spit drop onto your waiting tongue. You moan as you happily swallow it. âGood girl. Want you to cum for me.â
His fingers hook just right inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit perfectly. You feel your high approaching fast, you push your tank top down, letting your braless tits fall free. You grab them in your hands, tweaking your nipples, it causes your eyes to roll back and you feel that coil in your stomach about to snap. Rafeâs hand leaves your throat and grips onto your jaw in one swift motion.
âFucking look at me when I make you cum.â He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, causing your lips to pout. âI own this pussy now, that means I own your orgasms too, look at me while I take whatâs mine.â
You open your eyes, and the minute they meet his, your high crashes over you like a tidal wave. A broken moan leaves your throat and your walls clench around his large fingers as they continue to fuck you through your high. He pulls them from your pussy, holding them up to his face to examine them. Theyâre creamy white and glistening in the moonlight. You grab his wrist and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. He growls in response, shoving them further down your throat. You gag and he licks his lips, the sound going straight to his cock.
âFuck, wanna feel you gagging around my dick. Get out of the truck and get on your knees, now.â He pulls his fingers from between your lips and takes them into his own mouth. The taste of your spit mixed with the remainder of your arousal sending his eyes to the back of his head. You follow his direction, hastily throwing the truck door open and getting out. You start to walk around the back and he stops you halfway, grabbing you by the hair so he can pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. âIâm going to fuck this pretty little mouth while you kneel in the sand like the dirty slut you are. Bet youâd like that, huh?â
You nod as best as you can with the grip he has on your head, that sickeningly sweet smirk from when he first saw you earlier that day spread across your lips.
âYeah, daddy, I want you to use my mouth like a fucking cock sleeve.â His eyes widen and a groan rips through him at the sound of that name leaving your lips.
âFuck. Take this off.â He grabs the hem of your tank top and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes them, the coolness of them sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core, your nipples hardening under his touch. âFucking perfect tits. Knees. Now.â
You drop to your knees and eagerly reach for the button on his shorts undoing it and his zipper in one swift motion. His cock is straining against his black boxers and your mouth waters at the sight. You pull his shorts and boxers down and it springs free, thick and hard and leaking just for you. You knew he would be big, but goddamn his cock is huge.
âMmm daddy, youâre so big, fuck.â You spit on your hand and bring it to his shaft, lightly stroking him. That bead of precum on his head is practically begging you to taste it so you lean forward and lick his slit with the tip of your tongue. You circle his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking eagerly.
âYeah, thatâs right baby, suck daddyâs cock.â His hands grab onto your braids like makeshift handlebars and he uses his grip to push himself all the way down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He holds your head there for a few seconds before pulling you off with a pop. Your mouth subconsciously chases his taste. âOh youâre such an eager little whore huh? You like that? You like gagging on my dick?â
You nod and his grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back so youâre looking up into his eyes.
âFuckinâ answer me when Iâm talking to you.â
âYes - yes daddy, I fucking love it.â
âThatâs what I thought.â He smirks down at you, shoving his cock back into your mouth and immediately thrusting into your throat. You gag and your eyes water, your mascara already starting to run down your cheeks. âGod. Fucking look at you, I can see my cock in your throat baby.â
So much drool is dripping out of the sides of your mouth that itâs started to run down your chest and onto your tits. You swipe your fingers through it, wetting them before bringing them to his balls, caressing them in your lubed up hand.
âOh fuck! Yeah, shiiiiit, play with my fucking balls, thatâs so fucking good.â You look up at him and his head is thrown back, his neck on display, you can see all the veins in his biceps and the moans leaving him are feral. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight. Your hand travels between your legs and into your little spandex shorts, expertly finding your already slick clit and rubbing quick circles over it. Your moans increase in volume and it causes him to glance down at you, taking notice of your hand in your shorts.
âHey, what the fuck did I say huh?â He pulls you off of him, bending at the waist so his face is hovering over yours. âI said thatâs my fuckinâ pussy, that means Iâm the only one who gets to make you cum. Get up.â
He lets go of your hair, grabbing you underneath your arms and pulling you to your feet. He turns towards the truck and rips the bed open, grabbing onto your hips and roughly turning you. He pushes down on your back, and you take the hint, bending at the waist so your top half is against the truck bed. The plastic floor is cool and rough against your nipples and your lower half hangs off the truck, your feet not touching the ground. A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to help and jolt forward.
âYouâre not so tough now, huh, vampire girl? Your pathetic dealers know youâre just a little slut who likes to get thrown around? Or is that just for me?â He grabs onto your shorts and panties, ripping them down to your ankles where they pool at the top of your boots. âLook at you, youâre so fuckinâ wet.â
He drops to his knees, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your asshole and back again. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth and his hand comes down on your ass again. You feel like youâre going to cum embarrassingly soon. His fingers run through your slick lips before theyâre sliding inside you, immediately hooking into your sweet spot. You cum suddenly and hard, your whole body shaking underneath him.
âPlease fuck me now daddy, please, I want your cock so badâ you voice is whiney and you shake your ass from side to side, arching your back so itâs further on display for him.
âQuit begging, Iâm gonna give you what you want, donât be a greedy brat.â He stands, two harsh smacks landing on your ass. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the head through your slit, coating it in your wetness. He pushes into you in one swift motion, and immediately starts fucking you at a brutal pace.
âYes! Fuck! Youâre so big, feels so full.â Your voice is a breathy moan, his cock feels like itâs in your lungs and the door to the truck bed is digging into your hips but god it feels so good. His hands are grabbing your hips so roughly that you think his nails might be drawing blood, and god you hope they are. You want him to mark you as his, anywhere and everywhere.
âFuuuuck, youâre so fucking tight, gripping my cock so good. This pussy was fucking made for me. Say it.â He leans over you, practically crushing you, but his cock hits even deeper than before and his mouth latches onto your neck and itâs like he read your mind because he starts to roughly suck and bite into your skin. Definitely leaving marks behind. âSay it. Say this pussy was made for me.â
âThis pussy was fucking made for you, daddy.â You arch your back, pushing your ass back against him the best you can with your limited movement, wanting to feel every ridge and vein of him as deep inside you as possible.
âYeah it fucking was.â He leans back, his hand gripping onto your hair again so he can pull your back against his chest. The sting of the truck against your hips at an all time high. He releases your hair so he can grip onto your throat instead, his other hand coming down to rub your clit. The feelings of pain mixed with pleasure sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. âYou gonna cum already? I can feel you tightening around my cock baby girl.â
âYeah - yeah Iâm - fuck - Iâm gonna cum for you daddy, you just feel sofuckinggood.â Youâre a drooling whimpering mess and the coil is seconds away from snapping when he stops his movements and pulls out of you, taking your orgasm with him. âHey what-â
Before you can protest he grips onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back. He grabs your throat and pulls you into a sitting position, grabbing onto your thigh with his other hand so he can pull you to the edge of the truck.
âI told you, I want you to look at me when you cum. You owe me for that last one.â He slams his cock into you, continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it. His thumb finds your clit again and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down so hard you wouldnât be surprised if you had a bruise in the shape of his teeth marks. Youâd get it tattooed if he wanted. You already knew at that moment this man had ruined all other men for you. He had you.
âFuck - fuck daddy, Iâm gonna - Iâm gonna cum Iâm gonna cumâ
âFuckinâ cum for me, Iâll fill this little pussy up, paint your walls with my cum. Milk my cock, slut.â
His words send you over the edge, cumming harder than you have all night. Your walls convulse around him and your nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. But thatâs not what does him in, itâs the fact that you never break eye contact with him for a second. Obeying him like the good girl you are.
âFuck! Good fuckinâ girl, best fucking pussy Iâve ever had. Never gonna leave you alone now. Never quitting this pussy.â He cums with a growl, shoving his cock deep inside you. He fucks you through his high, his thrusts never letting up, his face shoved into your neck. When he finally starts to come down he lets his softening cock slip out of you, his lips finding yours and kissing you with fever.
âNever quitting this pussy, huh, pretty boy? Thatâs a bold statement to make about a girl you just met.â You smirk at him, taking his face in his hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.
âI donât fuckinâ give a shit, I meant every word. Youâre fuckinâ mine now.â He turns his head to the side, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm.
âDoes that mean youâre mine too? I donât do one sided bullshit.â
âYeah baby, that means Iâm yours too. Come on, get your clothes on, letâs get the fuck out of here.â He places a gentle kiss on your lips, grabbing your clothes off the sandy ground and shaking them out before handing them to you.
âYou gonna take me home now? Barry is just gonna love all the hickies I know you left on my neck.â You smirk at him, pulling your shirt over your head.
âNah, Iâm bringing you home with me. Gonna fuck you all night long.â He cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb running over your bottom lip.
âWhat about your family?â You raise an eyebrow at him.
âFuck em, youâre my girl now, theyâre going to have to get used to it. Get your ass in the truck, I wanna fuck you in my shower.â
You giggle, running around to jump in the truck. You didnât even see his family that night. But they definitely heard Rafe making good on his promise to fuck you all night long and you couldnât even find it in yourself to feel bad. Not that night, and not the next morning when he introduced you to his dad and step mom while they had disgusted looks on their faces. You just smiled, happily shaking their hands like you werenât calling their son daddy until the sun came up.
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â YOUR DAD'S FRIEND â
farmer! toji x succubus! reader ft. gojo
âš succubus : female sexual demon that feeds on a male sexual desire in their sleep.
your parents were divorced. so it was normal for you to spend the whole summer with your dad, back in the village he lives in. but what wasn't normal is getting fucked by the farmer next door who happens to be your father's friend, fushiguro.
warning : heavy smut, kinky, breeding, a lot of cum, squirting, daddy kink, dilf kink, anal sex, degrading, public sex, piss kink, a lot of fluid kink, spit kink, wet tongue kissing, toji is obsessed, pussy talk, dirty talk, fat cock, etc...
you were a succubus. a sex demon.
well maybe half demon? since your mother who's a succubus fell in love with your dad who's a human. he never knew what your mom was she kept it a secret. but her little secret was getting to dangerous once she found out that she was pregnant with you, that's when she decided to divorce your dad. breaking her heart and his heart but what was done had to be done.
your mom had full custody over you, but you still visited your dad from time to time. once you hit eighteen it was time for your mom to teach you about her little secret, after all you were just like her a demon.
a demon who feeds of people sexual desire to survive.
at first it was weird, instead of sleeping at night like any normal human do ; you were wide awake creeping in their dreams. it was weird how lifeless you felt if you didn't absorb energy through sexual dreams. it was weird how high you felt as your pussy suck the life out of a man's cock.
you're 20 now you got used to the way you are. you have a couple of friends who were just like you so you didn't really feel alone, gossiping about how kinky the quiet classmate that you fucked in his dreams was or about how your annoying teacher liked to be pegged in his dreams. college life was fun.
"sooooo you're going to your father's boring ass village this summer?". your friend gojo questions you as he wrap his arm around your shoulder.
you nudge his arm off you in disgust.
"don't put your arm on me! I don't want to touch you after knowing you fucked our old ass lunch lady in her dreams last night!". you shiver in pure disgust while glaring at him. 8shoko laughs next you as she stares at satorus heart broken face.
"hey! it's not my fault she wanted me so bad". he pouts at you before pulling you toward him by the waist and holding you tight.
you sigh before giving into his tight hold.
"do you really have to go to the bum village this summer?". shoko mutters out as she places the cigarette on her wet lips.
"yea I really don't have a choice but I promise I'll be texting you guys". gojo grunts disappointed at the fact you won't be partying with them this summer.
you hear mei mei heels clicking behind you as she makes her way toward the table. "what if I just distracted your dad by fuckin-".
"NO!". you immediately scream out in horror on the average of tears at the idea causing the whole group to laugh out.
"just promise you'll be keeping us updated". gojo firmly says, his hands gripping your waist harder, pulling you closer to him.
you knew satoru cared about you a lot and he would do anything to make sure you're safe and protected.
you node before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, not noticing the way gojo flushes and his head drops hiding his face behind his white hair.
"i promise".
you take a deep breath in admiring your fathers small house. you were finally here in the village, you miss your friends already but you didn't hate it here. the air was fresher then the city toxic air and the sky was a lot clearer. you were found of the cold breeze that was hitting your body.
"do you like it?". your father nervously ask making your eyes soften, he always wants what's the best for you. you quickly node smiling at him.
"mhm- I love it!".
he let's out a relieved sigh before proudly shoving his hands into his pants pocket causing you to giggle.
"I'm glad you like it, I worked pretty hard on it with a help of a really good friend". he puffs his chest out, causing you to snort.
"oh here he is!". your dad speaks out, you shift your eyes to the truck car that was parking in the house next door. your breath hitch as the man behind the car makes his way out.
the man was tall and broad, his dark hair on display as he looked down pulling at his black tie, his other hand undoing the button of his blazer. his large veiny hands then moved to loosen the top buttons of the white dress shirt underneath, exposing the firm looking skin of his chest. it seemed like he wasn't comfortable or used to dressing like that.
it was only when he closed the door of his truck he looked up that your eyes widened.
Wow.
never had you seen a man so devilishly handsome. he was strong, you could tell that much, and not just in the physical sense. sure his broad frame and muscular physique was eye catching but his presence was utterly dominating and intimidating.
it was enough to have your pussy fluttering.
he had beautiful skin, and high defined cheekbones that complimented his strong jaw.
his striking dark blue eyes were cold and calculating, one of a powerful man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. and right now they were staring blankly at you, you could swear you saw a hint of lust behind them before they turned blank.
"i told you office work isn't meant for you fushiguro! you're meant to be a farmer". you hear your father jokingly talking to the man ahead of you.
fushiguro? so that's why he looked so uncomfortable in his cloth.
toji mutters out something to your dad that you couldn't really hear. your dad immediately turn his head toward you.
"oh! this is my daughter that I told you about". your father introduce him to you.
"this is toji fushiguro". toji simply looks at you his jaw clenching so hard likes he's trying to suppress something before he gaze at your dad listening to whatever crap he was telling him.
you sit awkwardly at the dinner table chewing on your food as you sneak a glance at fushiguro who sits across the table his huge forearm muscles flexing each time he takes a bite of his food.
little did you know that toji was fighting to control himself.
TOJI POV ;
fucking hell, toji groans in his thoughts as his fat cock twitch in his pants under the dinner table. how fucking disgusting of him getting hard at the dinner table because of his friends daughter, he doesn't know what you're doing to him. he hasn't been sexually active for years now and he has never experienced what he's feeling right now.
he feels like a pervert whenever the veins on his cock twitch as he take a glance at you. something about you feels so breedable to the point where his cock is itching to pound you, breed your dirty little pussy at the dinner table even while your dad is here.
he excuses himself to the bathroom, growling lowly as soon as he closes the door. he got to be losing his fucking mind toji thought to himself as he cup his raging fat cock through his pants.
he hisses at how sensitive it is as he pulls it out- the thickness of his tip was so red pumping with blood as precum leaks out of it.
he can't believe he's doing this right now, jerking off like a horny teenage boy in the bathroom but he can't go back while his cock is like this.
he takes a deep breath before looking around the bathroom for some sort of toilet paper so he can catch his cum when he finishes.
then his eyes land on something inside the washing machine. his cock press on his abdomen as he stares at the red thong in there.
no no he can't- you'll find out- his friend is going to find out for fuck sake.
but here he was his shirt lifted up holding it by his mouth as he huffs and drools on it while stroking his leaking cock with your thong.
fuck toji can't believe he's doing this but it was to good to resist, so good that it has his thighs shaking as he fuck into your thong. he can see his precum leaking through his tip and soaking the fabric.
oh how he wish he could force you to wear this thong once he fills it with his cum, keeping your little pussy warm. and this throws him off edge as robes of cum start shooting out of his fat cock into your thong.
painting it white just like he wished.
a knock was heard on the door causing toji relaxed body to tense.
"hey is everything alright man? we're going to sleep". toji sighs zipping his pants up and rinsing your thong under water making sure there's no drop of his cum left before placing it back where he found it.
"yea give me a minute". he huskly speaks out.
END OF POV.
you let out a deep sigh as you slam your body into the bed, something about your dads friend toji sleeping here tonight makes you excited for some reason.
you snort at your own thoughts before diving into someone's dream to feed off tonight.
you look around confused as you see yourself in the middle of a field. you can really make out where you were because of the tall grass.
you let out a loud gasp as you two rough hands gripping you by the waist and a warm breath fanning against your sensitive neck.
"caught you". a husky voice speaks out against your neck causing your legs to get weak as your heart beat faster once you feel his fat cock throbbing behind your ass cheeks.
he run his nose up your neck before reaching your ear and sucking on it in the most dirty way soaking it with his spit, his warm tongue peak out and trail your ear before reaching down your neck again but this time he bites on it.
you moan out in pain and pleasure, arching your ass into his cock as a reflex.
"hmmm you dirty fucking slut- rubbing yourself on my cock like that? what is your dad going to think hm?". he growls out, grabbing you by your hair and turning your face around.
your eyes widen once you realize who it is but it was already to late because his tongue was deep down your throat, swirling around every inch of your mouth as his large hands make their way inside your panties before shoving them down your legs.
he doesn't let you catch your breath once he pulls away from the kiss, bending you over on your knees before pushing your sundress over exposing your wet pussy.
"wait- ahhh!". he doesn't let you finish as he shove his finger deep inside your pussy grunting against your ass at how tight you are. toji couldn't help himself as he pull his already leaking cock out of his pants.
stroking his fat cock as his tongue peaks out leaking your clit before sucking it into his mouth. you can't believe this is happening.
you were in the middle of a field. on your knees, hands digging into the dirt as you feel tojis wet tongue swirling around your ass hole before sliding down to your bare pussy. his large rough hands gripping your plumpy ass, holding you in place as he devours your filthy pussy in the openness of this field.
"your dirty little pussy better water this fucking field with your squirt". tojis growls out as he graze his fangs on your clit while fisting his fat cock furiously behind you. you can hear the fapping sloppy filthy sound that tojis cock was making while he strokes, it was making your pussy even wetter to the point you weren't ashamed to mutter out your next words.
"and your cock better sow my fucking pussy with your seeds". and that's when toji lose it, he shoves his face completely into your ass.
you scream as you feel his nose entering your pussy, your eyes roll back you've never felt this before the combination of him sucking your clit while his nose fuck into your pussy was so deliciously dirty.
"yea give it to me". toji moans out his hand working harder on his cock as he feels you riding his nose, pushing back and forward against it. your juice was going everywhere from the force, his whole face was glazed.
"fuck-! too much I feel like I'm going to piss-! no more- ahhhhh". you start sobbing, you lost control over your body the pleasure was to much.
"yes-! yes-! you good fucking girl piss in daddy's mouth- piss in my mouth!". toji whines out his cock was starting to rut against your thighs.
your eyes roll back at his dirty words, not being able to hold it back anymore. you came with a force your clear piss landing in his mouth causing toji to groan in bliss at the feeling of your warm liquid. it was spilling and dripping down your thighs to his sensitive cock.
"i-! mmmmmmm, it's soooo good I can't-! I can't-!". your thighs shake as your hot juice spurt out of your pussy landing everywhere. toji couldn't hold his groaning anymore as he drinks in your squirt, it was so much so much. your hot liquid was dripping down his face while his cum was already spilled on his hand.
you were shaking, your body giving out but toji wasn't done with you. he stands up and hold your face with his cum filled hand smearing it on your red lips.
"does my little baby want daddy to take care of her?". he coo at you shoving a thumb in your mouth and you immediately suck on it, whinning as you taste his salty cum.
"shhhh let daddy do the work". he shushs you picking up your body and holding you into his arms. you place your head into his chest whimpering as you feel his fat cock ripping through your pussy.
"I know I know daddy's cock is to big? hm?". you sob feeling your pussy stretching fully trying to adjust to how thick his cock was.
"i- ahhhhh! mmmmmmmm!" you couldn't form out your words, you could feel every inch of his cock, his throbbing veins, his fat tip finally hitting your cervix. your body shakes against his, his cock was so thick so good.
"here baby? right here?". he grunts rutting his hips up, bouncing you on his dick. you were a mess drooling fucked out of your mind. toji growls before ripping your top off and diving into your bouncing boobs taking one of your fat nipples into his mouth sucking on it hard while his fat tip dive into the gummy walls of your pussy.
"gonna cum-! please". you sob out.
toji halt his movement pulling his hard dick out ripping a whine out of you before placing your body on the ground.
he hold both of your legs giving your ankles a wet kiss before placing them on his board shoulder as he sloppily tap his fat cock on your clit.
"tell me what do you want from daddy hm?". he breaths out trailing kissing on your feets.
"I want you inside- please! please-". you whine wiggling your bottom at him. toji hums before place his rough hand on your belly pressing his hand there as he questions.
"you want daddy here? hm? you want his cock to fill your belly?". you moan out at his dirty words eagerly noding your head.
toji doesn't hesitate as he shoves his cock fully inside in one go, reaching your insides before pulling out and doing the same again. your body was being shoved away by the force of his thrusts but toji growls holding you back into his cock by your feets.
you were so close so close to squirting all over his cock. you were going to-
"having fun without me?". you hear your friends voice gojo.
you gasp as you find yourself in your room again sweat coating your body.
what the fuck just happened.
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Birds birbs birbritch - Part 29
masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3
âWell, thereâs the my horde of children,â Bruce said, glanced to Steph, and added, âand otherwise.â
âHi B,â Steph said with a large smile that was just a little too much tooth, âand hi Danny!â
âHello Stephanie,â Danny said. His wings were pulled tight against his back, as if he could hide them from view.
He couldnât.
âSorry B,â Dick chirped with his most innocent smile, âwe were in the middle of a Mario Kart battle and you know how those can get!â
âAt least tell me nothing is broken,â Bruce said, sounding entirely resigned about it all.
âNothing is broken. Yet.â
âWell⊠good enough, I suppose.â Bruce said. âThough everyone had better sit though before Alfred comes in and fusses.â
âToo late, Master Bruce,â Alfred drawled as he came into the room with serving tray in hand.
They all appropriately scrambled for seats.
What with Danny being there, the normal seating (not that it always stayed exactly the same) was thrown into complete disarray. Mostly this was because Damian insisted on sitting next to Danny while Cass took the seat across from him and Tim next to her. Dick tried to stuff back him smile, but Jason caught it and rolled his eyes at his brother.
Still, it was sort of nice, in a weird way like when big cats have a service dog, to see Damian having someone out of the family that he felt the need to look over and protect. The suddenness of it all was what bothered Jason. Cass meets the guy and heâs invited to the ballet. Tim sleeps in his office. Damian wants to protect him. Even Bruce was at ease earlier with Danny sleeping on his lap. It was just like Danny belong there in with the rest of their family.
Jason didnât trust it.
He especially didnât trust it because it seemed to be having an effect on him too. He hadnât snooped nearly as much as he could have in Dannyâs apartment. Hell, the revelations down in the Cave that they had just had didnât bother him as much as they should have.
Jason looked across the table to Duke, who was squinting a little at Danny. Jason kicked Duke lightly under the table and tilted his head in question.
Duke rolled his eyes, but pulled out his phone and sent: Heâs got, like, an aura about him.
Jason frowned, typing back quickly: Did he at the ballet?
Duke gave a little shrug, but shook his head.
Well, that was very interesting. Jason wished that Duke had seen Danny when he was in full bird form so that they could have had a full comparison, but this was something at least. Danny had admitted that he was a Meta, but was he a meta like Wally was or more like Duke or even Kori? The odd language certainly pointed more towards Duke or Kori.
Dick nudged Jason with his pointy elbow. When Jason glared at him, Dick just looked pointedly down at Jasonâs plate and back up.
âEat,â he mouthed.
Jason rolled his eyes, but dug into the meal. It was a vegetarian pasta of some sort. Salad and garlic bread were also on the table. Basically a nice, carb heavy meal to have after a long, hard day. Jason had to wonder if Alfred would even let any of them out tonight. None of the âkidsâ for sure. Tim, Damian, and Steph were all certain to be grounded. Dick, Jason, and Cass could probably make a good argument to go out and get started on this Mad Hater thing, but Cass might prefer to stay close. Jason couldnât really blame her for that if she did. She deserved to get to be close to her family.
Jason caught Dickâs gaze again, raising a curious brow with a little head motion down towards the Cave. Approximately.
Dick nodded, a seriousness in his eyes.
Okay, guess they had a plan.
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Bruce found them as they were suiting up. He leaned against the Batcomputer and watched as Dick and Jason bickered and hindered each other actually being able to get dressed for patrol. It was good to see them able to be brothers like that again. Therapy with Harley had really been helping Jason and Bruce knew that Dick was seeing someone, even if he hadnât pried into who. Bruce didnât think it was fair too when it had taken him as long to start seeing help.
It was something he wish he had done far earlier.
Had pushed for all of them to do earlier.
âWhat are you brooding about over there, old man?â Jason called out. Heâd finally wrestled his gloves back from Dick and was pulling them on.
âI can just be somewhere without brooding,â Bruce said.
Bruce sighed. âI was thinking how proud I am of both of you for making good of the therapy that youâve been doing.â
There was a long silence before Jason mumbled âsapâ and ducked his head. Dick just grinned back, a faint blush on his cheeks. As old as they two were, they were still his kids.
âIf I stay in tonight, will you two be fine out there?â
âDoubting us?â Jason asked. His voice changed part way through as he put on his mask and the modulation kicked in.
âNever,â Bruce said, which seemed to make Jason freeze again. âJust asking you want me out there as back up.â
âStay in with the others,â Dick said with a little shake of his head. âI know theyâve brushed it off, but Dami and Tim have still been through a rough day. And Danny too. You should be around if anyone has issues in the night.â
âLet us go out and start investigating,â Hood added. Even with the mask, here was a softness to his voice. âWeâve got this.â
Bruce nodded. He knew they did. âIâll keep a comm if you need me.â
âSure. Just make sure to get some rest, old man,â Jason said and headed towards the bikes. Nightwing followed with a little wave.
Bruce stayed in the Cave until they were gone and then grabbed a communicator to slide into his ear, just in case.
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jason todd's pillow princess âĄ(ËÍ àȘŠ ËÍ àŒ¶ )
jason todd x princess pillow reader
jason todd smut
jason adored you so much, the way you were a constant presence beside him, clinging onto his bicep when you two would go out, and how your pretty pink glossed lips would jut out in a small pout when you didnât get what you wanted. you were the most endearing thing in his life.
he would make sure to worship you, everywhere including in bed. as he placed you down on the soft mattress gently as he softly praised you. âyou look gorgeous on my bed sweetheart,â he cooed as he admired your flushed state. your cheeks were tinged with a slight shade of pink, your eyes half-lidded, and your gloss smeared across your pretty pink lips.
âgonna make sure you feel great yeah?â his large calloused hands rubbed on your thigh gently. jason loved the pretty sounds you would make when he sank inside you, your warm wet folds greeting him so nicely. âalways so tight for me sweetheart,â he grunted, all you would have to do is lay down whilst he did all the work. jason took great pride in making you feel good, your small whines and moans were the constant reassurance that he needed.
his large frame was now on top of you, his thrusts hard and precise. âyou look gorgeous sweetheart, so pretty just layinâ down and taking my cock,â his eyes full of love and adoration. âj-jayâ you moaned as your perfectly manicured pink nails scratched his back, leaving marks.
you were his to worship and his alone. he absolutely adored the way he was the only man who could make you feel good, scream and see stars. there was just something about having his pretty little princess all pampered and laying down whilst he fucks her that boosted his ego. knowing that only he can satisfy you and handle your brattiness.
you couldnât help but admire his appearance, the way his chest glistened with sweat and how his damp hair was stuck to his forehead was enough to make you come. âs-so good jayâ you whined, as he continued to hit all of your sweet spots.
you felt his large hands squeezing around your waist, âyou see that bulge there? thatâs how deep iâm in you,â he groaned, as he stretched you out. âm-mph!â you whined, he was so damn deep you were convinced he was going to put a baby in you.
âdoinâ so well in taking me,â he praised, gently kissing your forehead. you were close, so damn close you were about to pass out and see stars. âj-jay âm close,â your nails were so close to drawing blood, but jason didnât care about the pain, god he loved it.
âyeah? youâre gonna cum for me sweetheart?â he grunted, his hands digging into your hips and he drilled into your cunt, the bed creaking loudly. âjay!â you whined when his thumb started bullying your small sensitive bundle of nerves, making you come.
gently, he wiped your tears, his touch soft and affectionate. âdonât me me i lost ya,â he teased softly before giving a small kiss on your forehead. âjust hold out for me yeah? just one more for me baby?â
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Interview
Marvel casually dropped a major lore bombs on live TV in one conversation. As a result, every single hero and villain is dissecting this to see if they can find out Marvelâs identity.
Marvel: âNah actually. I never wanted to become a superhero.â
Reporter: âYou didnât?â
Marvel: âNope! Didnât even know that was a thing. Or well, it was, but most heroes were newbies when I first got my powers. None of them were big names yet.â
Reporter: âHow exactly did you get your powers?â
Marvel: âWell, I was minding my business and then I decided to follow this stranger that looked like my dad down an alleyway all the way to a train station.â
Reporter: *sounds and looks concerned* âYou followed a stranger?â
Marvel: âDonât give me that look. I was eight years old.â
Reporter: âEight?! You got your powers that young?â
Marvel: âYup. Now, as I was saying, I followed the guy and he got on a train, so I did too. The train took me to the Rock of Eternity, and I talked to this wizard, who then proceeded to die right in front of me after he gave me some powers.â
Reporter: *sounds extremely concerned now* âYou watched him die?â
Marvel: âYep. A rock fell right on him and killed him instantly!â *sounds a little too cheerful*
Reporter: âOh my⊠Oh my God.â
Marvel: âThatâs an appropriate response. Anyways, I didnât even use my powers for like a week until I was forced to use them or else I wouldâve exploded.â
Reporter: âWhat-â
Marvel: âI ended up deciding to get that extra energy out by getting rid of criminals. That ended up with me doing that almost every night and day until it became a habit. Then, bada boom bada bam: Iâm a hero.â
Random Bystander: âCan we circle back to the fact that you mightâve exploded if you hadnât used your powers?â
Marvel: âUh⊠Sure? I have to meet⊠certain prerequisites in order to use my powers. When I first got them, I had an idea, but I didnât know if meeting the prerequisites would actually do anything. See, I actually thought that whole thing with the wizard was a dream or something.â
Reporter: âI seeâŠâ
Marvel: âAnyways, the buildup of me not using my powers slowly but steadily started messing up my normal life until I couldnât take it anymore and met the prerequisites.â
*silence*
Reporter: âWas that buildup painful?â
Marvel: âAbsolutely!â *smiling as he says this*
Reporter: âAnd you were eight years old, right? â
Marvel: âYup!â
Reporter: âI seeâŠâ
After this interview, a bunch of Marvelâs villains kidnapped him and put him in an escapable box for like two weeks and expected him to blow up. He didnât. Billy was just really bored during that entire incident. He also decked the shit out of the main villain that orchestrated the entire thing.
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First Encounter.
Bestfriendsboyfriend!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader
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chapter visuals here.
warnings: slight smut. infidelity (not on reader). choking. dumbification. immoral thought process. substance use (drinking while driving.) power dynamics. dom / sub dynamics. toxic behaviors. manipulation / gaslighting. slight coercion / dubcon?
a/n: i am so hyped to release this AU. been playing around with it for a while. i decided to use maddyâs name from the show so im sorry if youâre a maddy. Her face claim is NOT alexa demie, can be anyone you imagine. not verbatim to the storyline / scene âmy version of it âbtw theyâre all out of high school. enjoy!
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Bang. Bang. Bang.
âMâfuckin busy! Fuck off!â Growls Rafe breathlessly, too entranced by his sweet doll who heâs pounding into the door. Pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek as he groaned into her skin; her bruised bottom lip hidden behind her front teeth in an attempt to keep her volume down as he presses her body to the bathroom door. But breathy moans and whines couldnât help but slip past her swollen lips. The heat they built up in the restroom almost suffocating. Harsh breathes and moans of pure desire being passed to one another. Heâll be damned if he lets some stupid party-goer ruins this for him. Something heâs been dying to have.
âRafe?!â His girlfriend knew that voice, wondering why she hasnât seen him around the party. âAre you serious?! Open the fucking door, I have to pee! Iâm not fucking around! Where have you been?!â she shouted, her voice full of vexation as she continues fumbling with the knob and banging on the wood from the other side. Sure, theyâd been on a âbreakâ since their latest fight, but the was still her man and she wants to know what the hell heâs up to.
As for Rafe and y/n, the realization of whoâs on the other side of the door âmakes time stop. Their bubble of passion and intoxicating ambience getting popped. He looks at his dollâs eyes widen with immense fear, her lips parting to speak and the only thing coming out being a squeak when he shoves his large hand over her mouth. Her beautiful doe eyes looking into his as he presses her to the door and catches his breath. Mind calculating at the situation.
âSh, relax âtold you to trust me, didnât I?â, he whispered gruffly to her; his eyes glaring with warning as he pressed her harder into the door. The banging from his girlfriend on the other side shaking her half-naked body as fear and anxiety drips from her eyes in the form of tears. âDonât fucking cry. I swear to god âdonât. Just relax.â His voice softened slightly to accumulate her compliance once more.
He watched as her body relaxed slightly until the banging started up once again and his girlfriend started shouting for him to let her in once more. âAre you taking a shit? I can smell it, youâre fucking gross!â She mocked with a laugh, her hand jangling the knob once more. He watches as his dollâs hand comes down to press against it, keeping it in place as her eyes look at him for resolve, tears dripping down once more.
âI told you to stop crying, are you fuckinâ serious right now?â He reprimanded her, dragging his hand down her face to grip her throat while he repositions himself to hop her higher and adjust her body. âIf you start trippinâ sheâs gonna find out so, chill.â He mocked her, leaning his head in with his infamous smirk as he brushed his lips against hers. Not too deterred by his girlfriend on the other side. In fact the thrill sets him off and he begins grinding into her once more.
Her eyes flutter with the feeling as she relaxes her body once more, thighs widening around his waist as her manicured hand grips the back of his neck. âYeah, yeah⊠there you go. Sh, just let me take care of it âof you, alright? No need to worry that empty little head. I got it.â He whispered against her mouth, his chest burning with satisfaction at her submissive whimpers as she whines under her breath.
âBu-butâŠâ she starts up, her sweet voice filled with guilt as her brows furrow once more in worry. Looking deep into his cobalt eyes as he domineers her with his presence. âSheâs my best friend.â She whines sweetly, her voice shaky and demeanor racked with culpability. It makes Rafe want to ruin her that much more, determined to break down her faithfulness to the girl on the other side. It should only be to him, heâll be damned if it doesnât happen.
âWhat about it?â He mocks under his breath, grinding his hips into her once again, watching as her brows furrowed and lips formed an âOâ and she fell into his being easily, brain going fuzzier from his cock in her. âSheâs my girlfriend, but you didnât mind too much when you were taking your panties off in my car to show me this pretty pussy, did you? Or when you were kissing and rubbing up on me.â He ridicules her for her earlier actions, for the reason sheâs even in this position to begin with. Gaslighting her into believing she was the one who started this, even though heâs the one who knotted the web he caught her in.
âDonât worry about what she is. Just worry about being good for me, and Iâll take care of it. Kay? Told you that your loyalty lies with me now.â He whispered to her, pressing his lips against hers softly as his girlfriendâs resolve broke and she walked off with a scoff. Leaving the two alone once more âjust as it should be, in his mind.
âSee? Nothing to worry about. Now where were we.â
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If Rafe said he was surprised he ended up in this position he would be wrong. Because heâd been dying too, ready to claim the little doll heâs had his eye on since the relationship with his girl has fallen into the flames of irreparability. Their toxicity no longer fun and draining as he find himself wishing heâd never got to this point in the first place. Or got with her.
But ohâŠ. her sweet, little best friend has been the salvation heâs been dreaming about. Her mindless way of being consuming his every thought as he calculates how to catch her in his grip. How to ensure she becomes his, and his alone. Friendships and relationships be damned.
And it seems his constant thoughts of her finally manifested in real time. Smirking to himself as he walks out the door of the liquor shop he stopped by to get drinks before heading to Topperâs. His doll faced fantasy sitting outside on the sidewalk in her tiny little dress and cute heels as she sniffles to herself. Glittery eyes decorated with equally glittery tears as she drinks her sorrows away. Tired of the constant berating from everyone around her. Exhausted even.
The perfect time for Rafe to be her knight in shining armor.
âHey,â he spoke out after leaving the shop. Coming to tower behind her, as he stares down at her. Watching as her gorgeous face turns up to look at him, eyes focusing on him with a false innocence that has every guy on the island vying after her constantly. Tits spilling out of her small dress, cute lace thong peeking out from the short skirt and her position on the sidewalk. French tipped toes in strappy heels pointed together as her knees held against each other. âWhatâs going on with you? Arenât you suppose to be at the party? Whereâs Maddy?â
He watches as she shrugs, looking down and letting her tears fall onto her smooth legs, that gleam under the moonlight with body glitter and lotion âas pitiful sobs rack from her chest once more. Sheâs the epitome of pathetic and heâll be damned if he doesnât take advantage of it.
âWe had a fight. She dumped me here. Said I was too dumb for her to be around. Too much.â She whispered pathetically, caving in on herself as her blinged, manicured nails fiddle with each other. Her cute nose twitching like a bunny as she sniffles âa baby bunny heâs determined to eat up and savor like the big bad wolf he is.
A scoff leaves Rafeâs mouth as he shakes his head. Lips quirking at the sides, as he speaks to her with insincere consolation in his voice. His pathetic girl, of course sheâs too much. Head too empty, and in need of constant guidance. A little lamb wobbling on her weak legs as she attempts to walk and luckily she has him to guide her like a sheppard.
Everyone knew y/n was an airhead âa bimbo. As sad as it is to say, itâs completely accurate. Sheâd always been too sweet and too dense for her own good, with a banging body and pretty face. Maybe not the sharpest crayon in the box but she sure as hell was always the prettiest. Her point constantly dulled out by the way she was used âby everyone around her. Taking turns and fighting over who gets to color with her. Rafe is the one whoâs determined to break her in half and keep her in his pocket. Completely unusable to anyone else except for him.
He remembers when he met her back in high school. Bouncing around Tannyhill during one of Rafeâs functions; in her skimpy outfit as her plump chest practically spilled out. Little, g-string nestled between her cheeks as the bottom of her tiny skirt lifted with her movements. Stumbling around in strappy heels, with manicured toes. Her body shimmering with glitter and flawless complexion shining under the strobing lights of the party. Pretty eyes decorated with sparkles and plump lips glossed as she giggled at the boys surrounding her.
She was the complete opposite of his girlfriend âher best friend. Both equally as beautiful, equally as stunning. But two completely different demeanors. Yin and Yang. Night and Day. Sweet and Salty. And thatâs why they worked so well, thatâs why they clicked. But thatâs also why Rafe realized he had a sweet tooth way more than a savory one. Feeling like he chose the wrong meal when he preferred dessert as he observed her more and more over time âthe more and more his relationship fell apart.
When heâd first met Maddy during the end of his junior year, heâd been completely entranced by her domineering and confident attitude. Equal to his and intoxicating. She was a challenge, something to conquer. A kitten with sharp claws he wanted to tame and let scratch him. She had been moving around enticingly in her skimpy cheer uniform during one of their pep rallyâs, her sharp eyes gazing at him with desire as she seduced him. She was everything he wanted in a girl. At least thatâs what he felt at the time.
Now 3 years into their relationship and heâs really understanding the saying that not all the glitters is gold. Thinking with his dick got his throat ripped out constantly by the lioness he succumbed too. His relationship was quickly and surely falling into the toilet and he was completely ready to flush it away. Tired of the constant fighting, the constant paranoia of setting her off and exhausted from the way she constantly set off the ticking-time-bomb he was.
Him and maddy were nearing the end âthat was forsure. At first their toxic attitudes colliding was fun âthrilling even. Now though, it was anything but. She was sick and tired of his dodgy demeanor and asshole tendencies. His need to dominate her and the way he lashed out when he couldnât. He was sick and tired of her constantly picking away at him, leaving him exasperated as she yapped away anytime he did something she felt was out of bounds. The constant battles for power, the constant attempts at enticing jealousy, the constant paranoia and possessiveness, the constant screaming matches âon both ends.
The sex was getting dull. In fact, it already was. So tired of her bullshit and constantly pressing her face into the sheets just to shut her the fuck up and get his nut in. His desire for her wearing off to the point that he felt like he couldnât get it up anymore. In fact, sheâd already ridiculed him for not being able to keep his dick hard. Thatâs when he knew, that any passion he may have once had for her had completely weaned away. And all they did was beat an already dead and rotting horse. It was time for something fresh.
The more his relationship declined, the more he noticed y/n. Fuck, she was so sweet. Like a delicate chocolate crafted with the intent to make everyone addicted, with just a taste of her presence. One he wanted no one else but him to savor. Sweet giggles and charming smiles, the way she hugs everyone with her chest pressed tightly to theirs. An air of glittery, demure charm that made everyone want to be around her. Gorgeous body, pretty face and an head so empty he swears if he knocked on it âit would sound hollow.
But the more he observed her, the more he noticed everything. Her constant need for validation, her lack of confidence. The way she so easily fell for anyone who gave her the slightest bit of soft affection. The way she clinged onto people like a stray needing shelter. Sad eyes hidden behind kind smiles, and charming giggles. The way she caved in on herself when she someone disregarded her. It was perfect, the perfect canvas for him to mold at his whim and every desire. The only thing that stopped him was her devotion to her best friend.
Maddy and y/n had been attached at the hip since they were pre-teens. Their friendship may have seemed tight from the outside perspective, but Rafe knew the truth. Their whole circle did.
Maddy saw y/n as her accessory, someone she could manipulate when convenient. Her doll to play with and use however she desires. Constantly speaking to her with a patronizing and condescending tone hidden behind faux care. Berating her with soft words of fake love. Dragging her around whenever she wanted, to wherever she wanted and disregarding her whenever just the same. Making her submit constantly. And y/n let herself, she felt like it was real-genuine love.
So itâs no surprise to Rafe that Maddy tossed her out after a fight. Thatâs just what she does, to everyone. No regard for anything that isnât benefiting her. But he should thank her, because she created the perfect situation for him to get what he wants and heâll be stupid not to take the opportunity. Maybe she was Maddyâs doll to play with, but Rafe would steal her and make her his and his alone. Like a limited edition that only he would have access too.
âWell, uhâ he started, staring down at her with pure mischief in his gaze that she would never catch onto. His pathetic girl who needed someone to scoop her up and protect her from the cruel reality surrounding them. âIâm headed over there right now, I could give you a ride. If youâre up to it?â He said sincerely, watching the way her eyes lit up with cheer as the sadness washed away. That bright smile he adores, once again adorning her gorgeous face as she squeaks out a, âreally? yes! thank you!â
He walks to stand in front of her and extends his hand out, letting her smaller one grasp his palm as he lifts her up from the sidewalk. Watching as her dress rises up more with her movements and exposes the tiny g-string she wore. His eyes immediately falling to the wrapped up present between her legs as she let out a âwhoops!â and adjusts her dress. Pulling it down like it did anything, her ass was still hanging out.
âCâmon, Topâs waiting on me.â He said with charm, gripping her now by her upper arm as he tugged her to the passenger side of his truck and opened it up for her. Letting her grip his hand to step onto the side bar as she lifted herself up âwatching as her ass showed from under the dress until she tucked herself away into the passenger seat. âThanks Rafeâ, she told him sweetly. Giving him that pretty smile while he just nodded his head and returned it. Shutting the door and quickly jogging over to the driverâs side.
Once he gets in, he immediately starts the engine âputting his arm over the passenger seat and turning his head back to guide himself out of the parking space. Itâs when he turned back forward after reversing and putting the car into gear that he noticed her staring at him. âGot something on my face, or what?â He jokingly griped, turning to look at her as she looked at him with her head tilted âobserving him.
âHmm, no. Youâre just like, really pretty you know that?â She giggled, her faux lashes fluttering as Rafeâs lips quirked at the corners from her comment. One foot into the black hole that was Rafe Cameron, one step closer. âYeah? Well I could say the same about you, doll.â He quipped back, watching as her smile widened and she leaned her body closer to his. Rafeâs fingertips burning with want as her sweet smelling perfume invaded the truck and his senses.
âYouâre just saying that,â she said softly, turning her head to look out the window as she fiddled with her tinsled hair. âNah, I mean it. Youâre beautiful.â He said with confidence, watching her turn back to face him as she clung onto his words. Observing the way he reached his arm back to grab a beer out of the case he bought. Biting the cap off and spitting it out before placing it between her parted thighs, then reaching back to grab another for himself. âUm⊠Iâm-Iâm already a little buzzed.â She admitted, staring at the beer on her lap after he bit the cap off his; spitting it on the center console. Throwing it back and taking a big chug as he sped down the dark road to Topperâs.
âYâknow, itâs rude to decline a drink from someone whoâs being so nice to you.â He drawled, left arm steering the wheel as his he brought the bottle to his lips and took another swig. âFutureâ playing lowly in the background as he turned to look at her. Watching as she looked at him with guilty eyes and bit her pretty lips between her teeth. âOh,â she stated softly, grabbing the beer and fiddling with it. âMâsorry Rafe, didnât meant to be.â She said sweetly, bringing the bottle to her lips as she took a swig âclearly nervous. But the way she did exactly what he said was perfect.
As they both continued to take swigs of their drinks, tension and silence filled the car. Rafe staring at her every once in a while with a look that screamed want. Her looking at him with worry every few seconds when he began speeding up the car. The mileage amping up as they zoomed down the dark road. Her blinged acrylics gripping the seat to ground herself. Itâs when Rafe went over a bump and the beer held in between her legs spilled over did she react. âOh!â she gasped at the cold liquid splashing on her legs.
She began giggling with embarrassment, unbuckling her seat belt and turning to wipe down any that fell on the seat as she looked at him with a coy smile. Rafe staring at her with an impish smirk as he watched her scamper with nerves. Finally settling back down and finishing off what was left of her drink as she held eye contact with him.
âYeah⊠youâre real beautiful, doll.â He said with a bewitching tone. His eyes full of burning want that even her dumb, little brain could catch onto. She knew that look, that look in menâs eyes when they vied after her. And she reveled in it, reveled in Rafeâs attention âhis validation.
As if entranced, with slow, sensual movements she lifted the skirt of her tight dress just a bit âhooking her thumbs against the edges of her g-string. She lifted her hips and with soft movements, began rolling the material down her thighs and legs seductively. Rafeâs gaze flickering between her little show and her gaze filled with unadulterated desire âwhen he didnât need to look at the road. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she finally got them off her legs and threw them in the back. Lifting herself to push her upper body out of the open window and spreading her legs to show him the wetness between her legs.
Keeping eye contact as she spread herself open for him until she titled her head back and pushed out her plump chest sensually. Hair swaying cinematically in the wind as she posed for him. Rafeâs entire body burning ablaze and filling with triumph as she fell right into his lap. His eyes lowering to her cute pussy that he wants to ravage and own. Fuck yeah. He was gonna have her, take her. Make her his.
His sweet, little bimbo. His doll.
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When they finally pulled up to Topperâs she had been bent across the center console on her knees; pressing desperate kisses across his cheek and neck. Manicured hand rubbing over the bulge in his pants as she moaned against his skin. Rafeâs left hand white from gripping the steering wheel while his right arm was around her back âhand groping her ass as the tips of his fingers teased her wetness. âFuck âbabyâ he started, bringing the truck to a halt outside of the function. Listening to her whine as she pressed sloppy kisses all over him and rubbed his hard-on. âWeâre here, doll. Gotta stop.â He watched as she pulled back with a whine, her eyes full of dejection as she moved away from him.
âDid I⊠did I do something wrong?â She mewled, rejection filling her body. Rafe gripped her by the back of her head, leaning his body over the console and bringing her closer till heir lips met in a sloppy, harsh kiss of tongue and teeth clashing. When he pulled back, a string of saliva kept them connected âher eyes fluttering with lust as they stared into each other. âYou didnât shit wrong, baby.â He scolded while shaking her head in his grip. âNah, in fact you did exactly what youâre suppose to.â
He watched as her eyes lit up, leaning herself into him as much as she could with the barrier. The alcohol buzzing through her veins alongside her burning desire for him. Her head fuzzy and filling up with thoughts of Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. Needing him to do whatever he pleases with her just as long as he keeps giving her attention and love. Thatâs all she wants, all she needs. Especially from him.
Rafe stopped her before she could connect their lips again, bringing a hand to grip her face and hold her in place as he spoke to her with firmness. âHey, listen. I know itâs hard for that little brain to think but I need you to listen to me, okay?â He told her, needing her to understand itâs his word that takes priority. Her head nodding as much as it could with the grip on her face. Eyes digging into his own as she awaited his command.
âThatâs a good girl, so good for me already.â He praised, watching as her expression changed into satisfaction. Her eyes full of adoration. Perfect, it was all coming together just as he wanted. âHereâs whatâs gonna happen, now listen to me very carefullyâ, he urged. Slowing his words so her head full of air can catch onto them. âMâgonna go in first, okay? Then mâgonna to the upstairs restroom and I want you to meet me there. You know we canât walk in together.â
The look in her eyes was quickly replaced penitence, the feeling of remorse sinking deep in her gut âfilling her body and setting her nerves ablaze. Her need to be loyal quickly filling her senses with the fact that she was kissing on her friendâs man. Her best friend, at that. She tried to move her grip from his face, but Rafe quickly caught on. âHey, no ârelax. Weâre not doing anything wrong, doll.â He cooed, consoling her guilt and trying to appease her now anxious demeanor.
âBut-â she tried to start up, quickly cut off by a gruff, âBut nothing.â He said harshly, tightening his hold on her as her body tensed with fear at the thought of Maddy finding out. Rafe wouldnât let that happen, not until he made her âhis. She didnât need to be loyal to anyone but him, least of all Maddy.
âYour loyalty lies with me now, okay? Donât worry about Maddy, you know we havenât been good for a long time.â He assured, but the guilt flickering on and off in her gaze was still there and he was determined to snuff it out completely. âShe doesnât care about you. But, I do. I just wanna take care of you, baby. Want you to take care of me too. Mâgonna make sure everything is okay, gonna protect you. So stop forcing yourself to think so hard, you know thatâs not your thing.â And that was enough for her, her head immediately going back to its dazed state as she relaxed in his grip. Her resolve deflating completely.
âO-Okayâ she faltered, letting herself breakdown at his whim. Letting her head fill up once again with only him. âI trust youâ, she vowed. Letting herself fall that much more into his black hole of a being. And itâs all Rafe needed to hear, all he needed to know that he gets his way âalways. She was going to be his, bound to him completely. Maddy nor even herself would be able to stop it âno. This was the beginning of a relationship that would set ablaze everything they knew. He was more than prepared to either snuff it out or add gasoline to the fire if needed.
Just as long as she knew her place. Knew what she was and who she would dedicate herself too. He would break her down, take away everything she knew. He would ensure she had no one, nothing but him. Destroy what was already left of her mind and wavering self-esteem so she would be completely dependent on him and him alone. It wouldnât be now, but itâs a start. One heâs determined to finish and come out in triumph.
âThatâs my doll. Now be good for me and do as your told. Iâll see you inside.â
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a/n: phew! the first installment set. i didnât want to copy the scenes verbatim, more so use them as inspo. i hope yall enjoy! pls let me know what you think! much love!
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One Headlock, Pretty Please?
(pairing: scoups x f!reader)
SAW THIS PIC AND SUDDENLY I NEED HIM TO FUCK ME FROM BEHIND WHILE HAVING ME IN A HEADLOCK SOâŠBON APETIT GUYS
Warnings: smut (MDNI), headlock and choking, spanking, pwp, p in v sex
you moan in pleasure, so loudly the echo of it bounces off the walls of your bedroom. to be completely honest, your knees and hands are starting to hurt from seungcheol having you on your fours for an hour now, more or less, but heâs fucking you so good that you forget to complain.
you werenât sure what has gotten into you, but whatever it is, itâs a bit embarrassing. or it will be, once you reach the big o and all rationality comes back up to your head.
it has all just gotten too much-you finished your period so it has been a few emotional days, and now you are ovulating, cheol has been gone on tour for way too long, the concerts limiting your communication. and on top of that, no orgasm that you have had in the time cheol has been gone could compare to the ones he gives you so you have been cranky to say the least.
the minute your boyfriend walked through your door unannounced, you got up and ran up to him, immediately kissing him breathless.
cheol didnât think too much of it in the beginning but after a few minutes of you two kissing, your kisses didnât persist but instead only got harsher, faster and needier.
cheol wasnât going to complain, but your behaviour was quite unusual. so despite his better judgement, he paused your kiss to hoarsely ask you âwhatâs gotten into you, baby?â
you whined in response, grabbing onto the back of his hair to pull him back towards you.
âjust fuck me already cheol, iâve missed you so much.â
well, that did it for cheol.
so now, heâs got you on your hands and knees, fucking you harshly from behind. the skin slapping one of the only sounds in your room, along with his groans and dirty words, as well as you moans and whines.
his hands grip your hips and love handles harshly, pulling you into him with every thrust. he grips onto you so hard that tomorrow, when you look in the mirror, you will see the traces of his presence in the form of handprints.
he groans as he feels your pussy squeezing him, your walls pulsing around him, milking him like a maniac.
cheol swears to god that he could cum any second now from how good you feel around him. as it turns out, you werenât the only one who was missing the other. he canât even count on his two hands how many times he has spilled hand while on tour, wishing that his fist were your tight little pussy.
as heâs pounding into you, letting a spank or two land onto your ass cheeks, he feels your upper body giving out a bit, your chest almost touching the bedsheets underneath you.
cheol canât have none of that.
his chest comes in contact with your back, hand reaching over your shoulder so he can grab your neck, squeezing lightly and pulling you back to your full height, the action making you choke up a gasp.
with his lips right against your ear, he whispers âwhere are you going baby? i thought you needed me to fuck you? where is your insatiable little pussy going?â, finishing with one, two harsh spanks to your right ass cheek.
you scream in pleasure, making a mental note to avoid eyes with your upstairs neighbours next time you see them as you do so. his dick hammering into you, leaking tip repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.
while lost in pleasure, your hand comes to grab his automatically, pulling on it. what you donât realise is that you pull onto it so hard that he topples over you a bit, his hand slamming onto the bed harshly to stop you two from face planting into the mattress.
a bit startled and annoyed at your impatience, cheolâs arm automatically comes and wrap around your neck, your cheeks getting squeezed by both his biceps and forearm from both sides.
cheol groans in annoyance, tightening his hold onto your neck. âcalm the fuck down and let me fuck you like a good girl i know you are.â
the headlock, the deep voice, the attitude, the dominance, the dick massaging your walls.
it all gets too much for you, plus the pleasure that has been going on for over an hour now, it all crashes out in a second, making you gasp repeatedly âim cumming, im cummingâ.
cheol feels your tight pussy squeeze so much around his dick, it makes him gasp in shock.
knowing that he has a few more seconds of you orgasming, he gets right to work, fucking you so fast, like never before.
it takes him a minute to feel himself close to cumming, his arm still squeezing your neck tightly. you have been crying from overstimulation for a bit now, making him go that much faster.
one thrust, two, three and heâs spilling inside of you, hips stuttering as he tries to reach the new depth inside you with his dick, his cum creaming inside of you and consequentially spilling from your insides.
just as the last moan escapes him, you feel your arms give out from beneath you, making you two fall together into the soft bed.
heavy breathing fills the room, his dick still pulsing inside of you. almost like he had the same thought, cheol slowly pulls out of you and moves you two so you are laying on your sides, the same arm that was wrapped around your neck just a minute ago now acting as your pillow.
you try to regain both your self awareness and your breath, things in front of you still a bit blurry. in the meantime, cheol kisses the back of your neck and your cheek, sweetly nuzzling his nose against your skin, inhaling the smell that is home-you.
seeing that you are still out of it, he uses two fingers to move your head to the side so he can see you. struggling to focus on him, you hum in question.
you boyfriend just chuckles at your hazy expression, pressing a quick but deep kiss to your lips.
not straying too far away, he mumbles âwhereâs my girl, hm? things still a bit hazy for you?â.
being so out of it, you canât even properly respond to him, another hum greeting him as response.
he chuckles some more at your cuteness, pressing another kiss to your lips.
leaning his forehead against your own, his fingers that he used to turn your head rub your cheeks softly. a gentle smile grazes the corner of his lips as he looks at you, admiring you in all your sweaty, confused but blissful, and most importantly, beautiful state.
with so much affection in his voice, he just mumbles âmy girlâŠmy sweet girlâŠiâve missed you.â
you donât respond back just yet but he doesnât need your words to know that youâve missed him just as much.
#seventeen#svt#svt x reader#fypă·#tumblr fyp#fypage#fluff#scoups#choi seungcheol#smut#choi seungcheol x reader#scoups x reader#scoups seventeen#scoups x you#scoups x y/n#I NEED HIM SO BAD IM GOING INSANE#this is lowkey ass but i never said itâs gonna be good#just that its going to be about a headlock lmao
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Charming the Tyrant Emperor
A new isekai story from me? I know, bonkers! Actually inspired by the blurb I read on an actual isekai manga/manhwa/etc. BUT I liked the idea enough that I didn't read the story so I could write my own yandere version of it, hope you guys enjoy it â„
Characters: Yandere!Emperor x Isekai!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Yandere, Forced Marriage Trope, Isekai Trope, Depiction of War, Violence, Attempted Murder (not from or on the reader)
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Sighing, you put down the packaging of the game you just loaded up, having hoped it would give you any clue about what it was all about.
A dark, black box with only the game's title imprinted on itâFated Encountersâwas as helpful as a blindfold in the streets. Thus, you threw it over your shoulder, hearing it plop onto your bed as you stared back at the character creation screen you had worked on for a while.
You had to admit, your character was really damn cute, from the pretty eyes to the custom outfit you put together. But at the same time, not knowing what the game was all about, it was hard to decide what was needed now: stats.
"Weird game," you mumbled, feeling slightly irritated at the lack of direction you had received. The friend who told you about it had simply called it "the best game I have ever played" before leaving you behind at the game store after having pushed the box into your hand. They felt very off lately, but you didn't know why. So you thought maybe if you played their favorite game, you could get them out of their shell and to spend time with you again.
Naturally, you could play it safe and just put an equal amount of points in all the stats, but where was the fun in that? You didn't know what occupation your main character had and had no idea what alignment you wanted them to have throughout the run, so you were like a stranded whale when choosing the right statsâutterly helpless.
And out of frustration about it, you decided to say fuck it.
Pressing the button of your controller, you held it until all of the points you were given went into charisma. Who needed strength, magic, defense, and health when you could simply talk your way out of every dangerous situation? Make everyone believe you were innocent and sweet while dodging the possible bullets. With your lack of knowledge about the game, it was the best choice, and if you liked the game, you could still revisit it with better stats next time!
Clicking 'start' almost excited you as you waited for the screen to change from black to an intro cutscene, but instead, another confirmation popped up, asking you, "Are you sure you want to proceed with these choices? Note: All choices have consequences."
"Ominous," you chuckled before hitting the confirmation again. The game made a small sound of acceptance before it finally turned black and stayed this way. Seconds passed, and you started to press all buttons, up, down, left, and right, until finally, you gave up, accepting that all your hard work creating this character had just been in vain, as your system must have frozen.
Frustrated, you forced a manual shut-down of your game system, discarding the controller somewhere on the table before getting up and letting yourself fall head-first into the mattress. What a stupid idea this was, you thought to yourself as you felt the hard box of the game poke your stomach. Anger unleashed upon the poor box as you yanked it out and discarded it on the floor, instant regret overcoming you as you hoped it wasn't broken so you could return the game.
You would definitely not go through all this work again to play it.
No way!
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You awoke to the sounds of screaming.
Bellowing voices were all around you, yelling at one another, grunting, despairing. The ground beneath you shook with ferocity as the bangs of explosions hit you from both sides, barely shielded by the ringing in your ears. Alerted, you pushed your hands into the surface beneath you and felt your fingers dig into what felt like loose earth or sand while you tried to focus. What had happened? You only just fell asleep after being so frustrated with the game you couldn't play. Why had the atmosphere changed so drastically?
Gripping your head, a surge of pain went through you, a nasty gash on your forehead wetting your palm. The red was striking even through your blurred vision as you gazed at your hand, and reality was still hard to grasp as your senses suddenly cleared, letting in the unmistakable sounds of war all around you.
Hastily, you looked around, trying to focus on one thing and all at the same time. This place didn't look like your home at all! There was neither a bed nor your gaming setup around that clearly marked it as your room. Instead, you saw dirt everywhere, flames rising from bushes and trees, and the worst partâbodies.
Countless humanoid bodies lay in the dirt, the ground stained with what could only be blood. Most were face down, arrows sticking from their backs, spears slammed through the armor some of them wore. Some of their heads were rolled to the side, staring at you lifelessly, and for some reason, you were overcome by guilt, as if it had been your fault they died. You grabbed yourself by the arms as you were overcome by the horror, finally realizing you were on some battlefield, wounded and terrified, with no idea how you got there.
Had your country been attacked while you slept? How could you have not noticed it? Where was your family, why did these bodies look so medieval? What the hell was going on?!
Next to you, another person stirred, clad in black armor and clearly in pain. You crawled over to the knight, helm covering his face while he clutched his side.
"Hey! Hey, stay calm!" you called out to him, and he jerked at your voice, probably just as scared as you were. "It's going to be alright," you assured him, looking his body over for wounds until you noticed the gaping opening his hand tried to press down on.
"It's okay," you kept assuring him, hoping he wouldn't notice the wavering in your voice. You had no idea if it would be okay or not. Honestly, it looked pretty bad for him. All you knew was that one should press down on wounds to stop the bleeding, and although you felt bad, you put more pressure on top of the knight's hand, hoping that would help.
"Why..." he grunted, and you gulped.
"We have to stop the bleeding so we can get you to someone who can help! A-A doctor... healer, something like that! I don't know, I'm sorry! This is all so strange, I have no idea what's going on! I'm doing my best! I just don't know what to do! I'm so so sorry!"
Your whole body was wracked with shivers as you tried to assist and help this person somehow when the sound of his voice suddenly cut through your panic in a way you didn't expect.
He chuckled.
"No, why would you help me?"
"You're hurt..." you whispered in response, saying it before thinking clearly.
"It's war. Would you not want your enemy to be hurt?" he asked, his voice lightening with curiosity. Even if the concept of war was so unfamiliar, only known through stories and history to someone like you, you understood that he meant that hurt and death were inevitable when two sides clashed. Still, it meant very little to you, who couldn't bear these thoughts even though you had to have them.
"War is awful! No one deserves to be in pain or die!" you sobbed, tears having collected in your eyes. This wasn't the right moment for your pity party; after all, this man was probably as good as dead. Yet here you were, making it about yourself and your stupid, conflicted feelings. But this guy was perhaps the same as you, lying in the dirt, scared and frightened. You didn't want the closest thing to an ally you had, to die miserably.
"I don't want this! I don't want you to die! I don't care if you're my enemy! You deserve to live and be happy! Enjoy your life, eat good food, and be in love with someone who loves you just the same! It's not fair! No one should have to die in vain!" you yelled, and it took him a moment before he laughed softly, rolling his head over the ground.
"Your Highness, get away!" someone yelled, the voice clear and strangely familiar as the black knight next to you suddenly rose from his early grave. Even though you both sat on the ground, he towered over you, the shining black of his armor looming like death incarnate. His hand reached up towards your face but instead caught your wrist from where it had touched him. You jolted in surprise, his grip crushing as it wrapped around you. Gasping out in pain, an arrow suddenly came swooshing through the air, cutting close enough to the knight's grip on you that you could feel the wind on your exposed skin around your hand, tearing you out of your fear and pain.
For a moment, his grip softened, and this time, your body responded perfectly, yanking yourself out of his hold and toppling back. It was neither elegant nor careful. It hurt as your elbows crashed onto the ground, your lower back taking most of the blow, but at least you were a few inches away from that strange knight.
Strong arms hooked underneath your body, the presence of many people surrounding you as you were lifted from the ground swiftly. You heard all sorts of armor clanking and clicking as people moved around, but even more so, you were forced to listen to the blood-curdling screams of soldiers being struck down right in front of you.
Was it the black knight or the ones now crowding around you? All of the people here wore silver plates, but you could only see hints of black through the gaps in their formation.
"Your Highness, you need to leave right now! It's too dangerous to remain here!" the soldier that held you from behind yelled over the screams, and without asking for permission, your hand was once again gripped by a bigger one, dragging you after him as he ran.
More knights closed in as you two stumbled in the opposite direction, shouting and attacking enemies behind you while you stumbled over your feet, trying to keep up. Hand lodged tightly in the iron grip of the knight, he didn't look back as he made his way through the soldiers, almost as if his mission wasn't fighting but rather fleeing.
Not so much you. Somehow, you couldn't shake off the need to look back, to assure yourself, to see something you weren't yet in the place to judge.
There he stood amongst the silver knights, flames reflecting in the brilliance of his black armor. You had been sure he had been severely wounded. Yet, he swung around his battle axe effortlessly, striking down the soldiers one after the other as if they were no match for him.
"Hurry, your Highness!" the soldier yelled, tugging you forward repeatedly as the black knight's head appeared to look up. He met your gaze in a bizarre look as it was covered in his helmet, yet you could feel his eyes drilling into you, fixating on yours while he was being attacked.
It was you who had to break the strange eye contact as you were suddenly gripped by your hips and unceremoniously lifted into the air, falling into a saddle on top of a nervously stomping horse. Reigns shoved into your hands, you yelled out in surprise as the animal took off, no regard to its rider's condition, and you could only cling to the reigns and saddle as it gallopped of to who-knows-where.
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"He keeps advancing towards us, showing no signs of stopping."
"He won't stop no matter how much gold and resources we promised him! Open your eyes, Minister! It's not like he spared any of the cities he rode through during his conquest! They don't call him the "cruel tyrant" for nothing!"
Many men shouted angrily around the large table, making their panic and frustration known as they discussed how to stop the tyrannical approach of the new emperor who reigned over even his own vassal state. From small ministers to military captains, no one knew what to do, and the pressure threatened to overcome all of them. The crown on your head still felt as heavy as the first time they forced you to wear itâunfamiliar, not right. They called you their Queen, yet you didn't feel royal at all.
Because you weren't, you were an imposter.
For all you knew, you had taken over some noble's body while they were attacked by the emperor's forces. That noble turned out to be of quite a high standing, putting you into this awful position of ruling a queendom. No matter how much you asked for information from the people around you, they'd give you weird looks, expecting you to know the answers to your own questions. Still, you couldn't exactly tell them you weren't that person either, not knowing what they'd do with you if that were to happen.
And it was all that stupid game's fault.
You had no idea how this could have possibly happened. "Isekai" was only ever a concept you had seen in stories and games. But when you sat in front of a mirror for the first time, you immediately remembered the face that looked back at youâthe character you had created. The disconnect to your body was severe and real; no matter how much you rubbed your face and grimaced at your reflection (the maid giving you apprehensive glances), you had to eventually accept that this body was who you were. Things still didn't make sense, but you tried your best in the new role, although it never felt right.
"If only someone had killed the emperor when they had the chance," one of the ministers noted with a dramatic sigh. All eyes fell on you for just a short moment, making you cower. You couldn't have known! That's what you kept telling yourself. He technically told you he was your enemy, but how would you have known that without playing the game? But you doubted you could have really killed the black knightâthe emperorâeven if someone had told you that he was your mortal enemy. Even if your body was that of the monarch under attack by the emperor, you didn't have a sword and much less the will to kill someone.
However, your hesitation made you look incapable in everyone else's eyes.
Now, you didn't just have to deal with the upcoming attackâyour head still throbbing from the gash whenever you thought about the warâyou were also scrutinized by everyone for failing to protect them from the emperor's advances. It was a lot to handle for someone so wholly underprepared as you were. This wasn't your life, but for them, it was all they had ever known.
The door being suddenly thrown open saved you from yet again explaining why you didn't kill the emperor when you had the chance. Why you let him live despite "knowing" who he was. All eyes fell on the butler standing in the doorway, panting heavily, holding up a letter and fanning it in the air with urgency.
"Your Highness!" he yelled through despite the lack of hair. "A letter arrived! A letter from... from... the emperor!"
Gasps went through the rows of people as the one closest to the door jumped up, ripping the letter from the butler and opening it. Some ministers gave each other worried looks, and some stretched their heads towards the one reading the letter as if to see better.
Suddenly, the minister rejoiced, laughing out loudly, and you were uncertain if that was a good or bad sign. He did sound indignant, but at the same time, he seemed to have just solved all the worries in the world.
"An alliance! The emperor wants a marriage alliance with us!"
People sprung from their seats as they cheered, although some of the older ones sent worried glances towards you. "The war is over!" someone yelled, and more of them fell into a chant as they danced around the table. But could it really be that easy?
"Uhm, I'm sorry?" you called out, gathering the attention of those still seated. "The emperor wants to marry who?"
Now, all the eyes were back on you as the cheers died down. The letter was passed towards you, the oldest, wisest minister at your right looking it over, adjusting his monocle to read it properly. Sputtering a little, he lowered the paper again, leaning forward and reaching for your hand, cupping it gently, encouragingly. Yet, you didn't feel comforted at all.
"That would be you, your Highness."
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Still as the dead, you stood in the forest clearing, waiting. Everyone around you was tense as they waited for the emperor's delegation. But you were long past nervosity. Between the letter and the arranged date to hand you over to the emperor's delegation were months of tears and training.
You tried to revolt and make the people understand that you couldn't possibly marry him! But it all fell on deaf ears when you screamed and raged. Rumors had reached you of how he had killed potential spouses for less. How this was all a facade and how the emperor would still ruthlessly conquer the land that had made you its ruler and then kill you to mock them on top of it. And you had shed many, many tears pleading for your life. Almost everyone had cried with you, chastizing you while their own hearts broke, taking pity on you, and comforting you.
But to these people, you were the only hope they had.
Perhaps you would have conducted yourself more gracefully if you had been their real queen. Accepting your fate and enduring the strict training needed to ensure you were perfect for the emperor. When you asked them to stop pleadingly, they would. But after a brief rest, you were forced to train again, your muscle memory of very little help when all the etiquette wasn't good enough for the empire's standards. It was while you were training that you finally understood something.
Every choice had consequences.
The game had warned you before starting and freezing on you. If you acted up, threw tantrums, raged, and went against what the people wanted, you got nowhere. But instead, if you sympathized with them, asked nicely, and conducted yourself well, you got everything you wanted. Giving them what they desired always ended in you getting your will. All points in charm, right?
So, if you wanted to survive, then you had to find out what the emperor desired. Quickly.
All of your senses were in survival mode, making you seem graceful and dignified while you waited, going through countless scenarios in your head. If he wanted money, you'd tell him how to construct something lucrative from your world. If he wished to reign the world, you'd offer him to conduct peace treaties in his name, having to charm more people so they'd agree. You had devised a solution to almost every problem when birds flew out of the trees, alerted by the incoming caravan.
On your way to the empire, you'd listen intently to the delegate to be prepared. Everything would be fine. You could do it. All points in charm would help you! You had trained yourself for this and made sure you were more aware of people. Everything would be fine!
But you didn't expect to see the black armor that haunted your dreams to lead the delegation, the emperor himself arriving before you the moment his horse stepped out into the clearing.
You drew in your breath sharply before bowing deeply as his horse came to a halt in front of you while your heart raced. The clattering of armor took you back to the war, your body wincing with trauma. You weren't prepared for this, his heavy footsteps shaking your resolve as they approached. Some maids gasped in horror, the soldiers on your side readying their weapons to defend you.
How could they? Everyone knew what he was capable of!
But they loved you too much to not defend you with their life if they had to. So you remained lowâfor their sake, too. Until a hand reached beneath your chin, cold metal clinging to your skin as your head was lifted, forcing you to face your worst fear.
With you standing straight again, he still towered above you, much like when you met him on the battlefield. His touch lingered as he reached around his head with his free hand, pulling off his helmet. His looks hadn't been much of a surprise as the emperor had sent you his painting along with countless presents once the deal was made. But still. He was devilishly handsome for such a cruel man, with hair as black as his armor and eyes as red as only the fiend could have.
"There you are," he murmured, only meant for your ears. "I've been waiting for this."
"So have I," you replied quickly, not wanting to disgruntle him at the first meeting despite your voice wavering with fear. It wasn't the ideal situationâperhaps there never would be oneâbut your plan was still solid: find out what he desired and force him to keep you alive to get it.
His gaze shifted from one of your eyes to the other, searching for a lie. But it wasn't. Ever since you realized you couldn't change the fate that was to befall you, only sweeten it, you had waited for the day you'd meet him.
Pleased with his findings, or the lack thereof, his lips cracked into a wide grin, befitting of the cruel tyrant as it paired well with the glint in his eyes to reveal only madness. So far, it had gone well, but you couldn't count on his mood appearing to be favorable. He was as unpredictable as his strategies on the battlefield; that much you had learned already about him. To further fall into his good graces was all you could do.
"I was surprised about your proposal," you spoke calmly, putting some of those charms to work. Reaching up, you pulled the emperor's hand from your chin, instead cupping his palm over your cheek and holding it there. The emperor watched every one of your moves with curious interest, probably expecting you to try and kill him at any given time as well. Almost, you two were alike like this.
"I didn't expect you to want--"
"You."
You forced a grin, chuckling curtly, and his expression sank slightly. "Yes, me. Why me? Why not someone from the empire or the other states? What could you want with little ol' me?"
Lips curled back even more, showing off teeth that seemed almost predatorily sharp before the emperor suddenly burst into laughter, doubling over while still holding your face in his palm. The soldiers around you two were completely taken aback at the emperor's sudden outburst, inching closer while some backed away in fear. He regained his composure quickly, though, bringing his other hand up to cup your face fully now between them as he chuckled, inspecting your face thoroughly.
"You have such a refreshing way of speaking, my dear. Unlike any other noble I've ever met. And I could just eat you up for it." His thumb loosened from the side of his hand, rubbing over your cheeks gently. The metal left a cold smear on your skin, but you forced yourself not to react to it, holding his gaze firmly while you feared that looking away could be your death sentence.
"But that was not the reason," he clarified, and you gave him a small nod, indicating that it was fine with you. "It was what you said on the battlefield. That you didn't want me to die. Me. Do you know how many of our peers disagree on that? Do you know how many I have beheaded for less than wishing for my death?"
"I do not."
He stared at you with this maddening smile on his lips before the emperor's expression suddenly softened, his thumb returning to caress your cheek. "Good," he sighed, sounding almost relieved. "I don't want to scare you. Very well then."
Letting his hands fall from your face, you still didn't feel like grasping the situation completely, but you didn't hold on to him, watching instead as he hiked up his pants, adjusting the armor over his legs before taking a knee in front of you. Everyoneâincluding his side of soldiersâgasped, but the emperor paid them no mind. The boon of the strongest must have been that no matter what he did, he couldn't care less about the opinions of others, and he made it very clear, asking silently for your hand by presenting his own.
There was no reason to refuse him, so you placed yours into his palm, letting it linger as he reached upwards, pushing back the sleeve on your arm. His grip tightened as the bruises you had suffered from your training were exposed, face falling as he looked at the damaged goods that you felt like. Panic rose as you feared his anger, and you quickly reached over to push down the fabric again when his eyes fell from the wounds to yours, overpowering you and pushing the sleeve out of the way.
"I promise to take you as my spouse," he announced solemnly, leaning down to kiss the back of your head.
"To love and honor you, as will you, me," his lips wandered upwards as he muttered the words, kissing the small specks of bruises littering your arm.
"Not to hurt or trouble you," he looked up, lips curling into a cheeky grin as he lightly bit your arm, making you gasp before adding much more quietly, "Unless you like it."
"And protect you until my dying breath."
Finalizing his oath, the emperor quickly got up again, smiling at you like a child on Christmas. You had no idea what kind of awkwardness lay in your own expression, but when he offered his arm, proceeding with the handover, you barely hesitated to link yours with his. As if this new life wasn't surreal enough, you didn't understand his character at all. Was he a terrible tyrant or a kind husband in the making? Mad or simply living up to what people expected of him? Searching for comfort in you or planning something devious and evil?
But before you could ponder these thoughts, you heard a sudden commotion behind your back, making you look back only to see one of your soldiers break out of the protective formation and charge toward your new husband with a dagger raised.
"Die, you monster!" he yelled, aiming for the emperor's back. However, your husband twisted around without letting your arm fall, catching the dagger in his free hand. "Careful," he grumbled. "You could hurt my wife with that."
With a strong yank that you only saw, not felt, the emperor discarded the dagger, his soldiers crowding in and grabbing your knight, kicking his knee until he was doubled over. With an appalled gasp, you detached from your husband's arm, but he caught your hand, pressing his palm to yours and linking your fingers forcefully, every one of his movements deliberate, yet no less oppressing, as if to make a point.
"Tell me what to do with the traitor, my Love," your husband asked, eerily asking for your opinion. You gulped, the life of the knight weighing heavy on your mind like the crown. Looking at the emperor, he was waiting patiently for your decision, but you knew he had no intentions of letting this knight live, and you gulped. You had to survive. You had to put yourself first, even if it hurt.
"I don't want any more bloodshed. It makes me feel terrible," you whispered, looking away in defeat. "But I understand if its what you have to do."
All you had was your charm. You could have pleaded for the knight's life, but if it wasn't what the emperor wanted, you wouldn't convince him and risk your own. The words left you with a heavy heart, but it was the best you could do for yourself. You had to save yourself if you wanted to make any changeâand that was hard enough.
"Very well, then," the emperor announced suddenly, turning away from the knight that attacked him, instead wrapping your arm around his again. Confused, you looked back as your husband moved onwards towards the carriage, glimpsing the same confusion in the eyes of the other soldiers.
"You're not going to kill him?" you asked as the emperor signaled for a servant to open the door to the carriage, making sure you had a steady hold on him as he led you into the inside.
"No. You said it makes you unwell. I don't want that."
"But... why?" you asked, feeling a little stupid as you took a seat in the luxurious carriage, much better than the one your state had provided for you to travel to this spot. "Isn't that what you want?"
"Again, you ask about what I want. Is that all you care about?"
You gulped, feeling busted as you watched him climb inside right behind you, his armor making it hard to move, but he managed just fine. Still, his question felt genuine and less like he expected something, so you decided to play dumb.
"Is it not the most important thing for your wife to know?" you mumbled, the subservience in your own question almost making you gag. It was hard to throw away your values, even if, in the age of this game's setting, you had to play along unless you had the strength to rise above.
The moment he sat down, the carriage began to move, your body losing its strength at the unexpected movement. However, sturdy arms caught you, helping you to sit upright again and find the emperor's gaze on you, his expression briefly worried before it grew serious. It felt like you messed up big time, and that so shortly after meeting him, too.
But then the seriousness cracked away again as he smiled, shaking his head softly. "Ridiculous," he mumbled, his eyes flitting up to meet yours again after taking a deep breath. "I just can't be mad at you, no matter how stupid your questions are. Aren't you glad you are such a charmer?"
Yes. Very glad. Very, very glad. At least at that moment.
"Then I will say it once more," he announced. "Make sure to not forget it, as I won't repeat myself a third time."
With comical playfulness, he poked your forehead, making you scrunch up your face, and he laughed at your expression in return.
"When we were on the battlefield, and you told me you didn't want me to die, I realized I couldn't. You may have been simply pitying me or trying to be nice in my last moments, but my body was overcome with vigor as if you had commanded it not to die. That's how sincere your words felt."
He leaned back, but his eyes never left you, even as he took a break from talking to seize you up. You had an inkling that without knowing about your skills yet, all points in charms must have worked back then, too.
"Almost like you put a curse on me..." he added, eyes narrowing as he thought. Gripping your thighs, you realized that, technically, this wasn't good news. Technically, you had caused this mess. All choices had consequences, and you made one without realizing it by telling him not to die.
"You are the only one who wishes for me to live, so I knew you were the only one who could stand by me. And now look what you make of me, no more wars, no bloodshed, just as you demand. Do you know what that means now?"
"That you... want to settle down?" you mumbled, half joking, half unable to think of a better response.
"No." Again, he tapped you on the forehead, and you got a feeling it was his way of reprimanding you.
"I will do as I said, protect you, love you, honor you. As long as you are with me, I will be good. I can't promise to be peaceful all the time, but at least in front of you, I'll keep my vows, and I assume you, too, bear responsibility for taking everything I want from me and replacing it with what you want. Our encounter must have been fate, as nothing could shake me until you came along. So tell me, and I hope you took note, what do I want?"
Silence fell over you two as you tried to work through all the information you had acquired. He'd stop waging war? Would stop the bloodshed? Just because you wanted him to live and he wants to honor his vows in return? This could never undo the harm you knew he had already caused to so many, but it had the potential to better the future.
"You want..." you mumbled, thinking about what it could be. It felt as if it was on the tip of your tongue, but no matter what scenario you recalled playing through in your head, you couldn't find one that fit. No money, no territory, just something he claimed he already told you.
Your eyes widened as you realized it, and the cruel emperor's grin widened madly in response.
"Correct," he murmured, leaning forward until his lips were brushing against yours, his palm returning to cradle your cheek.
"You. I want you."
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