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unawakening-float07 · 6 months ago
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legit can not tell if the hair loss medication i’m on is doing anything or if the hair i still have is just getting super long and it’s covering my balding areas
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arcanefox207 · 1 month ago
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The Warden.
GameWarden!Joel Miller x F!Reader Explicit 18+ MDNI | 3.8k WC | AO3
Summary: Your hike into the woods doesn’t go as planned when a depraved Game Warden catches you breaking the rules.
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Power imbalance. DUBCON (could be considered NONCON). Reader is into it but she still doesn't have a choice. Reader is smaller than Joel and has hair he can grab. Explicit smut. Oral (male receiving). Fingering. Violence. Manipulation. Unprotected P in V. Cum talk. Creampies. Dark!Joel.
Notes: Please read the warnings. HUGE thanks to @joelmillerisapunk for beta'ing (love you, Odi!) Also FYI Game Wardens (also sometimes known as conservation / wildlife / DNR officer) can have broader authority than police and can even search your person / property without a warrant, are expert marksmen and usually work alone.
M A S T E R L I S T | A O 3 | N O T I F S
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You saw the sign and ignored it, like you always did, as you walked down your favorite hiking trail. The one that few people knew about. The trail that was always peaceful and quiet and you rarely met another soul. Your hidden secret that you loved to escape to. The one that had been marked as “Trail Closed” for months now for reasons you could never quite figure out.  
As the forest thinned you finally reached the majestic bounty you sought. A quaint pond, nestled in the pines. The waters edge pebbled with rocks and ferns. Water lilies sparsely decorated the surface. What once was a sprawling picnic destination was now overgrown. Serene and abandoned to nature.  
You knelt down and ran your hands over the stones, picking up and admiring their unique beauty of the ones that caught your eye.
You were so preoccupied taking in the comforts of the world around you that you never heard him. Never even considered there were eyes on you, watching you from behind some overgrowth.
“Excuse me, miss,” his voice startles you as you stand quickly and turn around. “You’re in violation of State Park rules and regulations.”
“Huh?” Your words come out sounding dumb and caught off guard. You quickly scan for the source of the voice and see some movement in the bushes, revealing a man. 
He walks towards you, emerging from his hiding spot. A tall and broad man, head to toe in the standard olive green uniform that the wardens wore. A tactical belt and vest and a scoped rifle slung on his back. His toned physique mesmerizes you with each step forward.    
“It’s my sworn duty to enforce the law and enact justice as I see fit.” His words were robotic and rehearsed. 
As he got closer you could see he was an older man and incredibly handsome with some greys in his beard along his jawline. His hair was shorter with wavy curls, pushed back neatly with some silver catching in the sunlight. His skin weathered by the sun. His aquiline nose made his face look even more intense and powerful, matching his words. Broody and serious. This was a man who was in control.
“And you’re trespassing,” he lowers his voice, “in my territory.” 
You were trespassing. He wasn’t wrong. You felt your body flush with a wave of panic, with a hint of arousal crawling somewhere deep inside you. Lurking and waiting with intrigue and fear.  
“Area’s posted.” he says as he now stands in front of you. You are at a loss for words, caught doing what you thought was harmless.
He senses your panic and it rallies him to toy with you. 
“This is a protected wildlife conservation that you’re messin’ with, sweetheart.” He pauses and changes his tone to intimidate you as he leans in close. “And you see, I don’t like that.” 
You feel your heart race. Were you actually getting in trouble for taking an innocent hike in the woods?
“You know who I am?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest while he waits for you to speak. His veiny, chiseled forearms distract you. He looks so scrappy and dangerous. 
“The Game Warden?” You hesitate.
“That's right.” he nods with a cunning smirk. “Name’s Joel, but you’re gonna call me Sir.” He enunciates it firmly.
You feel your body overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. You were scared but also felt a pulsing go through you when he spoke. You didn’t want him to be upset with you. Everything about him was screaming: dangerous, do not piss off.  
“I’m sorry about trespassing. I didn’t know… Sir.” You added his title for good measure.
But you did know. You knew every time you walked past the sign at the entrance telling you not to. Bullshit was not going to fly here and only fueled him more. 
“Lying to an officer too?” He shakes his head as it hangs low. He circles you with intimidation, looking you up and down. Lecturing you with silence and waiting for your reparations to be determined.  
You can’t fight off that lukewarm feeling inside you that grows warmer. Slowly it gnaws away at your resolve. Seeing him with the tactical vest on that snuggly accented his chest and left his belly exposed with nothing but his green shirt covering it. The only spot that was vulnerable and soft. The rest of his body was strong, protected by his excessive gear, lean muscles and mean looks.   
You see his name badge embroidered with ‘MILLER’ and accidentally whisper his name out loud like it's a question. Wondering who this man is and what his intentions are. In the peaceful calm of the woods in the middle of nowhere, your whisper may have well been a shout.
“Officer Miller.” He corrects with authority in his tone as he leans over you. “And I’m gonna have to discipline that mouth of yours.”
You’ve never been in trouble with the law before, and certainly never had a run in with a Game Warden. You knew they were essentially lone wilderness cops with a god complex and few restrictions. Still, you knew this was far from acceptable behavior. Everything about how he was acting was wrong. You open your mouth to protest, but hesitate on his threats. He relishes in how you work it out in your head that talking back isn’t going to get you out of this. You can only bite your tongue so long.
“I’ll report you.” You threaten back, acting like you have some moral upper hand to hang over him. 
“Go ahead. Ain’t nothing you can do about your situation right now, sugar plum.” He scoffs. “Not to mention, s’your word against mine.” He stops circling and leans into your ear as his southern drawl makes the words sound smooth and buttery. Hot and melting on his breath as they drip out of his mouth. 
“Wanna take a guess who wins?” He says deviously and you can feel his patchy beard scrape against your jaw as he pulls away. A shiver pulses through you, right down to your pussy. Beating to his unsought touch. 
Why is this turning you on so much?
“You see darlin’, I’ve been watching you for a long, long time.” He circles again. “And you keep breaking the rules.”
Your heart races. This was getting serious. The realization hits that he can do whatever he wants and get away with it, and that is exactly his intention.
“On your knees, and hands where I can see ‘em.” he barks. 
You obey, folding under his commands. Hoping your obedience would lessen the blow. 
You drop down gently unsure of what exactly he was playing at, treating you like a violent criminal. You stretch your arms out to your sides with your palms up in submission. He stops just in front of you, scooching down so he is eye level. A tiny grunt as his knees bend. Tobacco and leather scents accompany him. 
“I’ll let you off with a warning… if you promise me you won’t be doing it again.” He offers. Sweet words coming out slow and sticky like honey.  
“I won’t. I promise. It won’t happen again.” You quickly plead. Foolishly hopeful this was it. Ignoring the conditional implication of his terms.   
He stands back up with his arms crossed before raking one of his hands through his hair, thinking. He wasn’t buying what you were selling. 
He paces in front of you. The obscene bulge in his pants was impossible not to notice as he parades it past your sightline. Back and forth, back and forth. He was packing more than just a firearm. 
He stops directly in front of you so your eyes are mere inches from it. You look all the way down to his feet in an attempt to hide the red that flushes your face. Trying to dismiss your own arousal that was getting louder and wetter. 
He reaches down to your chin and cranes your neck up to look at him with an urgency. 
“Gonna’ need some convincing, sugar plum.”
Fuck...
He releases you and walks to the nearby weathered picnic table and lays his rifle down. He unsnaps his utility belt that was strapped over his waist and leg and tosses it along with his handgun in tow. It made his broad shoulders look even wider with his waist unhindered by the bulky gear.
The uppercase “WARDEN” embroidered on the back of his green tactical vest serves to remind you that he is an officer of the law. It taunts you as he takes his sweet time laying out his things neatly on the table while you wait with anticipation for whatever was happening next.  
As he turns to walk back towards you, snatched in his vest, he tries to conceal the smirk pulling up from the corner of his mouth. You hate how good he looked, as if it could ever excuse how disgusting he was behaving.  
He stands coolly just a foot in front of you and unbuckles the modest leather belt. The metal clasps clank loudly as he lets it hang down and unzips. He clocks your reaction as he pulls up his shirt enough to show his messy thatch of hair trailing down his lower belly.   
He can’t be serious… 
Reaching a hand inside his boxers he pulls them down slowly as his cock peeks out. Big and fat and leaking. Aching to be touched. 
He is serious.
His eyes are focused intently on yours, watching them widen as you take in his cock. It's just in front of your nose as you look up and sit back on your haunches.
“Go on,” he growls and lowers his voice. “Convince me.”
He reaches his hand around his cock and pumps it. The broad head glistening in his precum as he drags his hand down his shaft. You wonder how long he had been watching you and if he had been stroking himself before he approached you. Maybe this interrogation was all foreplay for him. In fact, you were certain it was.   
The hot feeling surging in your core surprises you. You were actually turned on by this pig. Still, you knew this was beyond fucked up. You hesitate with what to do next, conflicted by his abuse of power and the inappropriate way your body was betraying you.     
“You gonna disobey a warden?” He threatens, getting impatient. 
You wonder what if you refused? What if you didn’t play his game? What would he actually do? It still didn’t feel like there was an option other than what was right in front of you, demanding your obedience. 
This was only ending one way. His way. 
“No, sir.” You swallow and fight back the tears. You place your palms and claw your fingers into his thighs as you sit up straight. You start to open your mouth and look up at him with glossy eyes. Conceding to him. 
You catch that spark of darkness igniting in his eyes. Burning hot and formidable as it spreads through him. Your misfortune was making him harder.
He parts your mouth open with the tip resting on your bottom lip. He teases it in and out, letting you feel the weight as the ridge catches on your lip. 
God he was big.
“Give it a kiss first and be real polite.” 
You close your lips over the tip and appease him with your gentle touch. Polite even. You suckle it delicately, drawing out beads of saltiness as it drips onto your taste buds. You can’t stop your natural impulse to flick his slit with your tongue and it makes him stiffen even more, twitching in response.
“Good girl.” he praises as he tangles his free hand in your hair. You wince as his firm grip pulls you closer to him. He pushes into your mouth. Inch by inch. The hand on his cock held it steady until you were adjusted to his size. He lets go and slides his hand above your nape, letting you take the full weight of his cock as you hollow your cheeks.
He was so thick. 
You decide to give him something he wants without asking, attempting to entice him to be kinder. His roughness was starting to hurt when he pulled at your hair and dug into your skin. Relaxing your mouth he pushed further in without your protest. Nestled tight in your warm and wet paradise. You notice his urgency shift.  
“Nice and slow. No need to rush.” He commands as you take him deeper. This order sounds more like it's for himself so he doesn’t cum too early. You can feel how close he is. He was ready to burst the moment you dropped to your knees. 
You gag as the head hits the back of your throat.   
“Oh, you sound pretty like that.” He moans as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. “Choking on my cock.” He makes a guttural sound as he nudges his cock even deeper into your throat. He was impossibly large as he fights to stuff you full.  
“Hold still.” He fucks into your mouth. Harder. Harder. Harder. Pulling your hair too tight and pushing your head too far onto him as he bucked into you.
With tears in your eyes making your nose run you can hardly breathe. Gasping and choking�� and a cock stuffed in your mouth, bruising your throat with each plunge.
He snarls as he looks down to you, locking eyes. Blown out. Feral. Dark and desperate like he was giving in to his wildest, forbidden desires with no regard for you. It was a selfish need he was taking for himself and only himself. You were nothing. A wet hole for his cock to fuck.  
He was coming undone. His moaning and panting echoing across the serene pondscape and tainting your safe escape forever. Even that memory he was taking from you. 
You were waiting for it. Bracing for his hot spend to pour into you but instead he slowed. Thrusting deep into you with a grunt before dragging out his wet, dripping cock. He winced as it popped out of your mouth and you gasped for air.
This sick fuck was edging himself. 
He wanted more. Needed more. 
“Get up.” His haggard, breathy words bite at you.
He lifts you up by your hair. You quickly comply to relieve the pressure on your scalp as you stumble to your feet. A whine escapes you as he lets go roughly. 
“Gonna make sure you learn your lesson today.” He gestures to the picnic table just a few steps away and you shamefully go to it. 
He pushes you to lean over the bench and bends you in an ‘L’ shape. You press your arms against the seat to hold yourself up. He drags his hand down your back and around to your hips, admiring your delicate form laid out before him. He wanted to lose himself inside you.
He drags a hand between your legs and feels your cunt hot and wet against your shorts. He lets out a growl as his fingers get soaked along your seam. 
You hate how good it feels to have him touch you where you ache for friction.
“Mmm…” he groaned as he breathed in your arousal on his fingertips. “Knew you wanted this cock inside you.” He ruts his hardness against your ass. 
He slides his hands over your back. Over your hips. Down the sides of your legs until he stops abruptly. Fingering at something jagged in your pocket. Something you forgot was there. 
“What's this?” 
Your heart stops. You can tell from his tone that he knew exactly what it was.
He slips his hand in your pocket and pulls out two shiny stones you had collected from the waters edge.
Fuck.   
“Caught stealing from the cookie jar.” He clicks his tongue to scold you. He was stacking his case with further evidence to hang over your head.
“Oh, Darlin.” He fakes a sympathetic tone. “You’re in big trouble now.”
It was then you realized he knew all along. He was watching your every move. He was waiting for the right moment to manipulate you to his will. 
“Bad girl. Larceny is gonna cost you more than just an apology.” He drops the rocks carelessly and grabs your waistband, pulling your shorts and panties down to your ankles in one motion. You gasp as he makes you step out of them as he pushes you forward so your knees are on the bench seat. You catch yourself on the edge of the table. Half naked, exposed and totally fucked. 
“Spread 'em nice and wide for me.” He knocks your legs apart with his knee as he stands behind you, his cock notched against your entrance and it sparks an adrenaline surge inside you when you feel his tip press into you. 
“Please!” You beg him. “Please stop. I’m not letting you fuck me!” You spit out with an attitude. This was a line too far. A line he was intentionally pushing to see how far he could go before you fought back. 
Unsurprising to you, he liked playing with fire.  
He reaches out and grabs your neck with his wide grip, roughly pinning you prone against the table so you can’t move. He leans over, and hovers low to your ear as his shaft drags against your seam. 
“Ain’t making you do nothing, sugar plum.” He pauses and breathes in the sweet scent of your shampoo as he prods you gently with his nose. Tantric and hungry with his movements. 
“I can take you now and then we’ll be done with it, or I can take you in. S’your choice.” He loosens up his grip on your neck and sits back slightly. He feels the way you tremble under his touch, and the way your cunt throbs against his heat still pressing against it.
You feel it too. Something you can’t explain. A primal feeling of desire. Surrendering to your most basic human needs. That having him inside you might not be so bad. A rationalizing in your brain that you did wrong after all. It’s only sex. 
Only sex. You’ve certainly done worse with lesser men under the guise of alcohol. 
“I can promise you, they won’t be nearly this forgivin’ at the state prison.” He traces his finger down your spine, being delicate and gentle. Tracing until his finger runs into his belly pushed flush against you. He leans back and grabs his cock. Painfully hard and still soaked from earlier. He presses the head right against your swollen clit and rubs it against you. 
You let out a moan and he knows he has you.  
“Tell me you don’t want this. That you don’t want to cum all over my cock.” He strokes your clit with his head again and again. Knocking at your door and waiting for you to answer. 
“I’ll make it real good for you, sugar plum.” Your clit pulses on his cock. Needy and hedonic. Forsaking any restraint you have left to say no.
You take a deep breath and curse under your breath, curling your fingers around the edge of the table as you sit up and face forward.
“Get on with it.” You concede. 
He smiles wickedly. He was always going to get what he wanted in the end.
With you still sitting on your knees he locks his body against yours, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He pulls you up so your back is flush with his chest and wraps a hand around the front of you, rubbing and pinching at your clit with his rough fingers and dipping them into your hole. Spreading your slick. Stretching you open as he scissors his fingers.    
His body against yours was so much bigger. Broad and strong. You were the mouse and he was the lion about to pounce. His heat piercing through your skin. You felt him line up at your entrance, nudging you with his tip. 
There is no more patience or preparation. He needs to fuck you now. Needs to have that friction choking his cock that has been rock solid for too long. Without warning he thrusts into you again and again and again. Each time a little deeper and harder. His fat head catching on all your ridges as your pussy grabbed onto him.
It felt so fucking good and you hate it. You hate him.  
He stretches you more than you’ve ever felt before. The initial pain subsides as he rubs your clit fiercely with his fingers. The pleasure inside you builds. He kept his word that he would make it real good for you.  
He puts his leg up on the bench for leverage and bottoms out inside you with a grunt as he pulls you down on his cock. Fucking up into you and impaling you with his cock.   
Your moans run away from you, loudly filling the air with obscenities. You feel your climax building up inside you. You’ve never been fucked so hard in your life and you are soaking him. You know he won’t last much longer.
“Please..” you beg him between moans. 
“Please what?” he snarls as he fucks you harder, his cock ready to spill. 
“Please... Sir. Pull out,” you beg him.
He laughs at your ridiculous request and ignores you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you hard against his body. One hand wrapped around and splayed over your belly and the other curled around your breasts and pushing on the front of your throat. He had you held so tightly to him there was no way you could stop him. 
Your climax tears through you. 
“Carry in… Carry out.” He recites the most basic of park rules between grunts while you brace for it. “Leave nothing behind.”
He releases into you. His hot cum coating your deepest walls as he empties into your cunt with the loudest orgasm. He pushes you down prone and fucks it deep inside you before he starts to soften, making sure you know he was deliberately filling you up with his seed.
He collapses on you and you breathe together for a moment. He leaves an unexpected kiss on your shoulder and another on your neck, silently thanking you for letting him use your body. 
“Next time pay attention to the game cams, sugar plum.” he nods up at a nearby tree and he gives a side smile. Mocking your mistake. 
He withdraws his cock from you and lets you fall forward, his cum already running down your legs. He eyes your mess with a smirk, pleased with his conquest. 
“I’m always watching.” He says with a wink.
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Tagging some cool people that I love very much and fellow Joel Hole comrades (please note if it’s too dark for your taste it’s totally ok to skip!)
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willsimpforanyone · 3 months ago
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Hello! I'm not sure if you are taking requests right now, but I'd you are could you do something with a daughter of medusa who us almost or fully blind and everyone avoids her except for percy who has a crush on her? Can end however ypu would like :).
And remember to take of yourself and drink water!!! ❤️
thank u my lovely <3 hope u enjoy
i do have bad vision but i am not blind, so i apologise for inaccuracies,
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medusa was blessed with a daughter
gorgeously thick, curly hair, strong as hell, brought up by your mother as best she could
she was so happy when you opened your eyes as a baby and no one you looked at turned to stone
her curse was not yours!
it only took a moment for her to realise her curse had a different effect on you
you were not cursed, but as a side effect of being medusa's child, you were almost completely blind
growing up, you never realised there was anything too different about you
why would you? your mother raised you and she kept her eyes covered most of the time, she knew how to live as a blind woman in a seeing world
things got worse as you got older, and around 10 years old is when it got really bad
the monsters were relentless, and even medusa hiding you away didn't seem to help with the nightmares
so, when you were 12, she brought you to the camp
chiron was hesitant, but knew you meant no harm - you were a scared, lonely kid, like so many others before you
kinda for the first time, you were interacting with people who could see
it wasn't hard to guess who your mother was, and apparently that was enough for the other kids to reject you immediately
you learned to wear sunglasses or some kind of fabric over your eyes, otherwise some kid would start screaming
the first couple years of teenhood were rough
of course. you learned to live with it
you learned to become incredibly spacially aware, to be able to walk into a room and know exactly how many people there were and where they were standing
there were some kids who were alright, some from the athena cabin were civil despite their mom being the one who cursed yours
occasionally, though, there was a kid called percy
a son of posiden, who you were suitably wary enough of (again, considering the story)
he came to camp a little before you did, and was off on a quest when you actually arrived
it was an odd introduction
"hi, i'm percy, i kinda killed your mom"
you had shrugged, fingers still trailing over the book in front of you
"i know. she sent me an iris message from the underworld. it's not the first time someone's killed her, she'll be back in a few days"
the silence that followed was one of awkward expectation, and you snorted a laugh. "dude, chill out, i don't care anymore"
he'd hesitantly accepted your acceptance and had left, and you'd thought that would be the end of it
to your surprise, he would come back and talk
a friendship blossomed over the next couple years, something that was new to you
you genuinely liked him
he didn't ask questions about being blind all the time, he didn't scream when your sunglasses slipped down your nose, he seemed to automatically let you know what he was doing and where he was in your space
with him came grover, the somewhat nervous satyr who calmed down once annabeth, percy's other friend, slapped the back of his head when he asked if your hair was just a bunch very thin snakes
this was more friends than you'd had in your life, and it was kind of incredible
annabeth got some books in greek braille, and together you discovered that it was easier for you to read - the ancient greek hardwire was still very much present in your brain, even if you couldn't see the letters
percy, however, went the extra mile every time
every activity you were hesitant about, he was right there with you, describing the new areas, offering to help but never touching you or giving advice unless you asked first
any time something changed with the camp, whether it was a part of the forest or the layout of the camp itself, he'd go with you to explore the differences to change the mental map you had in your head
late nights were reserved for sitting together around a campfire, maybe with grover and annabeth, maybe not
but they were a time for you to ask questions instead
what colour were the new swords? what does bronze look like? is the red of the strawberries as sweet as they taste?
he would answer as best he can, trying to explain from every angle, like trying not to use other colours to explain another colour
one night, in your fourth year of camp, you got up the courage to ask him the question you'd been wanting to ask him forever
"percy? what do i look like?"
there was a pause, and you knew he had turned to look at you by the rustling of his hair
...a minute passes, and you shift in your seat
"you don't have to tell me, it's fine, forget i asked-"
"no!"
he interrupts you, blurting out a protest a little louder than he intended
he continues, clearing his throat
"no, i just- would it be okay if you took your sunglasses off? so i can give you the best description?"
in answer, you slipped off your sunglasses, hanging them in the neck of your t-shirt
all you could see was a faint warm, orange-yellow glow from the fire
percy takes a breath
"okay, here goes- you're beautiful. i-i know that isn't much but... you look warm. like the feeling of coming back to our cabin at the end of a really good day, tired but happy, and everything is quiet and calm and cosy and you know you're gonna sleep so good. you look like sunsets over the sea, like someone has managed to set the horizon on fire but, y'know. less dangerous than setting fire to things."
you laugh, subconsciously leaning against his shoulder with your heart trying to keep pace with the butterflies in your stomach
"yeah? i look warm?"
his voice is almost a whisper
"right now, yeah. the firelight is reaching out over the grass to touch you, preferring to have you warm than the trees around us. if we were regular teenagers, we could be telling scary stories"
i rest my hand, palm up, on his knee, a silent way of telling him to give me his hand
he does so, and i link our fingers together tightly, a 'thank you' that we don't need to hear
"percy?"
"yeah?"
"what do you look like right now?"
another pause, and he squeezes my fingers gently
"i think... right now, i look like i'm completely in love with you"
my head lifts from his shoulder, head turned to him as if i need to hear him better, like we aren't side to side, holding hands
"you... what?"
he breathes a shaky laugh, and i feel his hand move to pause just over my cheek
"sorry, that wasn't a great description, but i couldn't think of anything else to say. can i put my hand on your cheek?"
slowly, i nod, feeling his warm palm settle against my skin, his thumb brushing over my cheek
"please say no if you don't want me to," he whispers, voice nervous but also filled with hope
"but can i please kiss you?"
i don't need to be able to see to know how big he smiles when i say "yes"
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i hope that was okay? i tried my best, if anyone has an issue with it or wants me to correct something, let me know!
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dabisqueen · 2 years ago
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Without Consent
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Permission to use the art granted by the artist. Please refrain from using the art without permission. Shar's too cute of a button to deal with that.
Dabi x fem!Reader
⇢ word count: roughly 2.3K
⇢ plot: you (more or less) accidentally bump into Dabi and are in for a big surprise
⇢this is kind of the SFW version. I still recommend NOT reading it with others around, especially not your boss hehe
⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, Dabi being the flirty tease we all love, (somewhat) consensual restraining of the reader, steamy makeout session (ok ok, mostly just kissing) but also some dry-humping resulting in a wet spot on Dabi's pants—oops!
⇢ personal note: I've always wanted to write something inspired by @sharlockart ´s art. I got her permission to go ahead and booooooom! Here we are!  Thanks to @blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta this time. You're the best!
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It was then that you felt it. The lingering feeling of someone watching you. You looked up to find two incredibly piercing azure irises pointed sharply at you.
Shit.
The bright blue of his eyes turned dark as he continued to side-eye you with an unmoving expression. Your face went ablaze and you instantly dropped your gaze, shoving your phone with trembling hands back in the pocket of your jacket. Cursing inwardly a few times for having been caught staring, you hastily turned to make your way through the crowd across the intersection. You took a peek over your shoulder, a wave of relief washing over you when you didn't see him among the people behind you. 
By "him" you meant one of the most dangerous villains in the country, Dabi.
You would have recognized him anywhere– the usual bored expression on his face, that all too familiar messy raven hair with bangs falling over his brows. The mauve scarred skin—
—and the piercing blue eyes. 
It still sent chills up your spine recalling the moment they met yours. He had stood there, one hand holding a cigarette, the other a phone to his ear while he talked to someone. The way his black pants clung to his thighs way too alluringly, his beige sweater and a black leather jacket complementing his features even more.
And even though a warm, comforting fuzziness still clouded your head after that short encounter, you started to regret having visited this part of town which was known to be the home of some sketchy outcasts and– villains. 
You'd always been fascinated by the less than savory figures— not the overhyped heroes of your hometown. It's been a hobby of yours to study them, especially the members of the League of Villains. And your particular obsession had been with Dabi.
You had been spending your afternoons after college strolling around those areas in hopes of finally meeting him, finally being able to snap a picture of him.
And this time you did—
—and weren't at all prepared for your reaction. The instant jolt of fire coursing through your veins as soon as your eyes met his. The feeling of wanting to lose yourself in their depths. Endorphins rushing through your system, triggering a blistering heat in your core and making your panties stick to you in ways they usually only did during late night hours, with your hands down your panties while thinking of him.
Again—shit.
With your emotions all stirred up and still unable to focus, you had taken a wrong turn. The next bus stop being several blocks away meant you just had to keep walking, your eyes squinting as light became increasingly sparse. It was getting darker outside, the sun slowly setting behind the concrete mass of the city, the long shadows of the tall buildings slowly caging you in. Dainty street lamps sparingly lined the streets, their thin yellow rays fighting to reach the ground, failing to penetrate the overwhelming darkness.
A musty breeze was blowing, sending leaves and pieces of garbage dancing noisily across the cracked concrete floor. The sky was painted in hues from flame to azure, yet here in the depths of the street between the buildings you didn't see much, only growing shadows creeping in on you. 
The breeze picked up and you shivered, regretting your choice to only wear a loose sweat-dress and a pair of thin, skin-colored tights. You pulled up the zipper of your cropped jacket, and sighed, hoping that you would soon get to a bus stop.
A loud ping startled you out of your train of thought, your phone vibrating urgently. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you stopped in your tracks, sliding your hand in your pocket to retrieve it. 
The display shone bright in the dim light of the street alley as you unlocked the screen with a swipe. A message popped up—your friend. 
Where are you, expecting you to be home by now. 
You groaned, thinking back on how you wouldn't have had to walk home if it weren't for the distracting encounter with that devious blue-eyed villain earlier on.
"That damn bastard—" You started.
A voice suddenly spoke close by. “I hope you're not talking about me.”
A large hand appeared out of the darkness from beside you, wrapping around both of your wrists and gripping them tightly, causing your phone to slip from your grip. A weak whimper fell from your lips, while it was caught mid air by another purple scarred hand, the dim light of the far away street lamp reflecting weakly in the silver staples adorning it.
Your body froze as you were shoved against the wall, hands being jerked up and pinned over your head against the rough bricks to hold you in place. Your breath hitched as you elevated your face, your gaze instantly locking with a pair of icy blue eyes boring into you.
Dabi.
He casually glanced at the unlocked screen of your phone, scrolling through your chat. Slipping the phone into his own pocket, his gaze drifted back up, lazy blue eyes flicking up to yours. 
"So, you're taking pictures of me without my consent?" he tipped his head, an eyebrow cocked.
You let out a little breathy moan, squirming in his hold, surprised at how thrilling it felt to be manhandled like this.
"At least you think I look fine. That earns you bonus points." His lips curled up into a devilish smirk. 
"Sir, you don't want to do this!" you swallowed nervously, his intimidating aura making you squirm. "Just please, let me go."
"C'mon, doll." He chuckled darkly, "You know my name. Use it."
"D-Dabi—" it came out as a mere whimper. "Please, I need to get home."
"God, my name sounds so fucking hot on your tongue." He cooed, his voice deep and husky, enough for your heartbeat to quicken.
Up close, he was even more attractive than you came to learn from the blurred images you've seen online or in the news. His scent was overwhelming, a mixture of warm skin and smoke. It had an effect on you unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your nerves were on fire, the heat between your legs blistering as you clenched your thighs together.
Dabi seemed to notice, because his smirk grew wider as he closed the gap between you. The staples on his face scraped along your cheek as his lips brushed your earlobe and your body felt hot all of a sudden.
"But still– maybe I should do something to you without your consent?" His low, sultry voice being so close sent instant shivers up your spine. "What do you think, doll– you gonna be a good girl for me?"
It was like your body reacted on its own, as you slowly nodded, making him chuckle against your ear. It was enough to make your stomach somersault while you felt his mismatched lips brush back over your cheekbones, leaving a trail of nibbles here and there, making you gasp with the forbidden pleasure. You could feel him grinning against your skin at your reaction as he slowly made his way toward your lips. 
You had forgotten how to speak– how to move. When his lips brushed the corner of your lips, a scorching heat shot right through your body, clouding your mind with indecent thoughts. Without thinking, you parted your lips in anticipation.
A pleased sound rumbled deep in Dabi's chest. But he simply paused there, just breathing against the corner of your lips. It was torture and he was obviously greatly enjoying your reaction as you felt him smirk again.
Suddenly, he straightened up, eagerly taking you in with smoldering turquoise eyes.
"You're cute." You heard him say under his breath as he kept taking you in, tracing his long finger along the line of your cheek.
You were biting your lower lip, unsure where to look, too distracted by your body slowly burning up. With him still holding you in place by your wrists, you watched his free hand retrieve your phone from his pocket. Swiping across the dark screen it came to life, instantly unlocking.
"Pfft, how naive," he noted, laughing under his breath. "Not using a password…"
Oh shit, you berated yourself for always forgetting to set one up.
His thumb flew over the display and when he was done, he looked up at you, and with a wide grin he slipped your phone back into the pocket of your jacket. 
He adjusted his grip on your wrists, keeping you in place as he leaned in. You swallowed your breath, heart thrumming loudly against your chest. 
"Unfortunately, this is where we have to part, doll." His free hand started playing with loose strands of your hair. "But I think you still owe me an apology."
Your eyes flicked to his lips and back but it was too late. His mouth curled suspiciously at the corner, having caught your wandering gaze.
"I think you know what I mean—" He tilted his head, his eyes slowly dropping down to your mouth.
He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your face up and closer. As he angled his mouth above yours, you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, and instinctively your eyelids fluttered shut.
Time seemed to stand still at his close proximity; the warmth of his body against yours and his breath on your lips became your entire existence. You couldn’t even think, let alone move. You were completely at his mercy.
“Just like that…” you heard him whisper before he eased his lips over yours.
It struck you like lightning when you found his tongue slipping inside to explore your mouth. Your mind short-circuited as he sensually worked your mouths together giving you ample time to catch up and start to kiss back eagerly. He was the best thing you've ever tasted, and the scent of his smoky, warm skin drugged your senses. You let yourself fall into his kiss, his hand sliding behind your neck to pull you deeper into it.
His mouth was so hot on yours, leaving you lightheaded and with buckling knees. You would’ve sunk to the ground already if it wasn't for his tight grip on your wrists.
As if he knew, his thigh pried open your legs and slipped between them, pinning you in place. You gasped into his mouth, goosebumps exploding all over your body.
There was so much heat between your legs, your panties were soaked and the thin fabric of your tights didn't do anything to hide it from him.
You were starting to lose your mind as you continued to kiss, his thigh pressing right against your dripping core. You needed more, more of him down there. So without thinking, you started grinding down on his leg, the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against you, giving you ample friction to satisfy your growing need. Back and forth, you worked your hips until you were a trembling mess in his hold. You were so close to feeling the tension release, your body was ready to explode with pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulled away from you a little, groaning deeply– his eyes, dark and hooded with lust, boring into yours. 
“So innocent,” he hummed appreciatively. “But such a big tease."
He straightened back up, sliding his thigh out from between yours. A strained whimper broke free from your lips at the loss of pressure. Releasing you from his hold, your arms dropped uselessly to your side. You started soothing the fresh ache by massaging your slowly bruising skin. Your eyes, following his thigh after it left you wanting, noticed a damp spot on his pants where you had ground against it. A blazing heat bloomed in your cheeks, your gaze dropping down onto the mucky ground.
"That was fun." He said, followed by a short chuckle as he stepped back.
You looked up at him from under your lashes, still too embarrassed to look him straight in the face.
"But– gotta go." And with that he adjusted the bag around his shoulder and strutted off. "See ya, doll—"
He stopped to shoot you a glance over his shoulder. His deep turquoise eyes met yours, lingering on you for a few moments before he took another step and was swallowed up by the darkness.
The moment he was gone had you hyperventilating, toppling against the scratchy brick wall for any sense of stability. Your palm clasped your chest as you tried to regain control of your breathing. 
What the hell just happened?!?!
It was then that your phone vibrated, a text tone alerting you of a new message. With trembling fingers you pulled it from your pocket to see a message from an unknown number.
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Holy shit…
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To be continued...
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ghosts-n-bones · 8 months ago
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Toy Shop Encounter
- A Fell Sans x Reader Story -
Today had been a particularly busy day at work. Thankfully, it was around dinner time for most families and the store was quieting down. You had been working in this toy store for for almost 3 years now and you still couldn’t get over how busy it got during the day. You didn’t mind it too much, however, because you really enjoyed watching the kids’ faces light up when they find a toy they liked. It never failed to put a smile on your face. You sat behind the counter, propping your head up with your hand as you watched the remaining kids in the store buzz around the room excitedly. You were fighting the urge to take a nap as you sat and observed everyone. However, the sound of the front door opening grabbed your attention. You stood up and put on a smile, ready to greet the people that had come through the door. Except, when you see the two that had come through the door, your eyes widen. The first was a small child, no older than 10. They had a red long sleeve shirt on, overlapped with a pair of overalls, as well as a pair of red sneakers. Their head was covered in a mess of untamable brown hair and they had on the biggest smile you had ever seen. However, you were more interested in the person who’s hand they were gripping tightly as they skipped through the front door.
It was a skeleton.
Monsters weren’t uncommon around this area nowadays. It’s been almost a year since they came to the surface. There was a uproar when news first spread about the existence of monsters. Some were fascinated and accepting of our new neighbors, but of course, with humans being the way they are, others believed that they shouldn’t be able to live among us. It made your blood boil. They’ve been nothing but cooperative, but people judge them based on their appearance. From what you understood, life in the Underground wasn’t exactly paradise, so it was only natural they would be a little rough around the edges, but people couldn’t see past that. Mt. Ebbot was only a 45 minute drive from here, so it was natural for the monsters to try and settle down in this city after the barrier broke. However, you had never seen a skeleton monster before. He wore a leather jacket with a red turtleneck underneath and black basketball shorts. He sported a pair of red sneakers to match. A thin chain of gold hung around his neck and his smile was adorned with a gold canine that glinted in the sun coming in from the front windows. He had a wide grin as he watched the kid he had been with run off to go see the toys around the store. Needless to say, he was a little intimidating, but incredibly interesting. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You looked at the skeleton’s face and see that he was staring right at you.
“Do I have somethin’ on my face, doll?,” the skeleton asked with a deep, baritone voice.
Oh god. You had been staring at him for too long. And did he just call you doll?!?! You feel your face heat up and your eyes widen.
“Oh g-geez, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” you stutter, rubbing your arm.
“What, never seen a monster before?,” he asks, his grin falling into a frown.
Uh oh. He probably thought that you were one of the Anti-Monster supporters. Well, this couldn’t have gone any worse.
“Oh, gosh no. It’s not that, trust me. I was just thinking about how your aesthetic doesn’t quite match the store. Then again, it does kind of look like a rainbow threw up in here,” you say, gesturing around.
The skeleton blinks once, then twice. He then lets out a deep laugh at your joke. Your eyes widen slightly at the unexpected reaction, but you awkwardly joined in the laughter.
“Well, I wasn’t gonna say anythin’, but now that you mention it, this place is a bit of an eyesore, ain’t it?,” he says as his laughter dies down.
“Our primary customers are children, so they wanted to make it appealing to them, I guess. But it does feel like I need to wear sunglasses in here sometimes,” you say with a slight shrug and a smirk.
This causes the gold-toothed skeleton to chuckle again. He tugs at the flap of his leather jacket and looks at you.
“So, ya said my “aesthetic” didn’t match. Ya mean ta tell me that unicorns don’t wear leather?,” he says with a playful grin.
You can’t help but laugh at his joke.
“Not that I know of, but I now I wish they did. That would be fantastic. I guess it’s up to you to rock the edgy mobster look until we can find a unicorn to test it out on,” you say with a chuckle.
He snickers and glances back at the child he was with to make sure he could see them. You smiled to yourself at how much he seemed to care for them. You walk out from behind the counter and walked over to him. He notices you approaching and smiles a bit.
“So, are you and your kid looking for anything in particular?,” you ask curiously.
He looks at you and gives a slight chuckle, shaking his head.
“Oh, they aren’t my kid. I’m more of a family friend… or wacky uncle, if ya will,” he says with a chuckle.
You nod your head, chuckling at his statement.
“But, nah, we didn’t have a specific reason for comin’ in here. We were on our way ta meet up with some family an’ friends for some dinner. We’re goin’ to that fancy new restaurant down the street. Little high brow from my taste, but ehh, it’ll be nice to meet up with everyone. Anyway, the storefront caught the kid’s eye when we were walking by and they practically dragged me in,” he explains with grin.
You snicker, putting up a hand to stifle your laugh.
“Yeah, I saw that. They were very excited. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a smile that big before,” you said with a smile.
“I’ll tell ya, that kid has got quite the grip. I’m kinda surprised they didn’t take my arm right outta its socket,” he says, rolling his shoulder.
You smile at his joke and glance outside towards the street.
“So, you said that you were going to that new restaurant down the street, right? I’ve heard that place is super expensive and the wait list to get in is up to a year now. How in the world did you manage get in?,” you ask curiously.
“Heh, it pays to know a celebrity,” he says, before noticing the confusion written on your face.
“I’m assumin’ you’ve heard of Mettaton?,” he asks.
“Oh, sure! He’s a huge hit right now. Everyone knows who he is, humans and monsters alike,” you say.
“Well, he’s one of the friends the kid an’ I are planning on meetin’ at the restaurant. His fame got us a pretty decent table, so I’ve heard,” he said with a shrug.
You whip your head in his direction with an incredulous look.
“You’re kidding? Really? You are meeting with one of the biggest celebrities in the world right now for dinner and you are acting like it’s no big deal!,” you say in shock.
He chuckles at your reaction and shrugs.
“To me, he’s just another monster,” he says with a small shrug.
“I have no words,” you say.
He shakes his head with a small snicker, his gold tooth sparkling in the light.
Before you could say anything, a blur of of red and brown runs up to the skeleton and whacks him over the head with a foam sword. You jump at the sudden attack and you see the skeleton flinch, his eyes wide. You both glance over and see that the attacker was none other than the child he had come in with. The look of shock on the skeleton’s face is quickly replaced with a mischievous grin.
“Wow, hittin’ a guy when he’s unarmed? That’s a low blow,” he says. He grabs the kids and wraps an arm around them, trapping them as he noogies their head. The kid giggled and tries to push his arm away. You can’t help but let out a giggle as you watch the two roughhouse each other. Once the kid frees themselves from the skeleton’s grip, they turn their attention to you.
“Hi, what’s your name?,” they ask with a big grin.
“This is… uhhh… well damn, I’ve been speakin’ to ya all this time and never asked your name,” the skeleton says with an awkward grin.
You chuckle and wave your hand dismissively.
“Don’t worry about it! My name is Y/N! It’s nice to meet you,” you say.
“The name’s Sans. Sans the skeleton. And this here is Frisk,” says the skeleton.
Frisk offers you their hand for you to shake and you accept it with a giggle. Recognition suddenly hits you and you snap your fingers.
“Wait, you’re the Monster Ambassador, right?,” you ask Frisk curiously.
The child’s smile falters slightly at your remark but they quickly put on a forced smile and nod their head.
“Yep, that’s me!,” they say with fake enthusiasm.
You glance curiously at Sans and see that he has a look of pity on his face as he watches Frisk. You furrow your eyebrows slightly, trying to figure out what was going on. Then it hit you, they probably get people asking them that question all of the time. You mentally facepalm and quickly face towards Frisk.
“Oh geez, I’m sorry. You probably are annoyed by how often people ask you that, huh?,” you ask.
Frisk’s eyes widen slightly before and shy smile spreads over their face.
“Yeah, it can be a little overwhelming, but I know you didn’t mean anything by it,” they say, rubbing the back of their neck.
You give them a soft smile and nod your head.
“I can imagine that would be a lot of pressure for one kid to handle all on their own,” you say.
“I-it can be, but I have mom, Sans, and the others to help me,” Frisk says.
With a small hum, you go down on your knee to get to their height and place a hand on their shoulder. They give you a curious look.
“I’ll tell you what, you can always come back here and speak with me if you ever need need a friendly face. This place can be somewhere for you to go if you ever just need to feel like a kid,” you say with a smile.
“Here,” you say, slipping a beaded bracelet off your arm and offering it to Frisk, “take this as a promise. This is a friendship bracelet that means a lot to me and I’d like you to have it.”
Frisk’s face immediately lights up at your gesture and engulfs you in a tight hug. It startled you at first but you quickly relax, chuckling softly as you return the hug.
“Thank you, thank you!,” Frisk says.
Sans feels a smile spread across his face at your kindness. He knew how much pressure being the Monster Ambassador had put on Frisk’s shoulders. You were so understanding and he could tell that you meant every word you said too. You had just met them and you treated them with a kindness that humans rarely gave them. Sans couldn’t help but think that the world would be a lot better if more humans had your attitude. Not to mention your sense of humor.
Sans was brought out of thoughts as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. With a grumble, he reaches into his pocket and grabs it out, looking at the notification.
“Uh oh, sorry to cut this short, but Tori is wonderin’ where we are. You and I both know how your mom gets when we’re late,” Sans says with a chuckle.
Frisk breaks away from your hug and nods their head. You stand up and smile at the two of them.
“Well, thanks for putting up with me for a bit. You saved me from my boredom for a little while, so I’m grateful,” you say, chuckling.
Sans smiles and puts a hand on Frisk’s shoulder.
“Yeah, no problem. I enjoyed our chat,” Sans says.
“Me too,” you say with a grin.
Sans winks, and without warning, him and the Frisk disappeared. You stood there with your mouth hanging open. They just disappeared into thin air! With a shake of your head, a smile spreads over your face as you walk back behind the counter. With a sigh, you sit back down. However, a small slip of white paper on the counter’s surface catches your eye. You pick it up and unfold it, a smirk spreading across your face as you read what is written:
Be a doll, and keep in touch? - Sans
(XXX)-XXX-XXXX
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inkyleaf · 7 months ago
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TG 212: Supernatural Shopping (M2F, RC, MC)
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Against my better judgment, I went to the mall on an unassuming Friday. After losing my job a few weeks ago, I became paranoid about spending any money that wasn’t strictly necessary, and I’ve always had a difficult time in treating myself even before. But I really wanted the new Persona game. I walked around the mall for a long time, mulling over on whether I should buy it or not, and whether I even deserved it.
As I finished a small meal at the food court, I caught a glimpse of one of the most beautiful Asian women I’d ever seen on the other side of the mall walking out of a clothing store. Her long flowing skirt teased her slim legs that looked incredibly long thanks to her high heels, and her tight midriff was complemented by her glistening bare shoulders that popped in and out from behind her black hair. I was so focused on her that I managed to see her drop something that she was putting into her purse as she answered a phone call.
Wanting an excuse to see this woman up close, I briskly power-walked my way to the area, leaving my trash on the table. She also walked quickly and confidently in her heels; by the time I had gotten closer, she was already far away from the clothing store’s entrance. “E-Excuse me!” I yelled awkwardly. “You dropped something…!” I wasn’t sure if she couldn’t hear me or if she didn’t realize I was talking to her, but her shapely silhouette had already turned a corner. I picked up what she had dropped, a sleek and fancy black credit card with the name Yingyue Mu.
As I was walking in the direction the woman had gone to return her credit card, another thought occurred to me. What if I just…used the card? I was doing a lot of mental gymnastics to convince myself that it wouldn’t be straight up thievery. It’s wrong, but she looks pretty well-off. And it might not even work in the first place… And it’s not like I intentionally stole it or anything, it just happened to be here… I walked around the mall for a bit, lost in my thoughts. I was partially looking for the woman again so that I could return the card and be done with weighing my own morality, but I did not find her.
“Fuck it,” I said under my breath with a small smirk after thinking some more. “I’ll just try it on one little thing and be done with it.” I waltzed my way into GameStop and nervously handed the cashier the card for my copy of Persona 3 Reload. All it would take for me to fold would be the cashier pointing out the blatant Chinese name on the card, as I already felt guilty enough and didn’t want to have to lie. But all I was met with was a “Thank you, have a great day” as he handed me my game. I left the mall with butterflies in my stomach, giddy about my new game and anxious about keeping a credit card that wasn’t mine.
Once I settled back into my apartment, I played Persona for most of the evening and felt absolutely amazing. Like, way more electric than even a new game should’ve made me feel. But after waking up the next morning, I came down from my high and settled into a nice cozy Saturday with doing chores and playing more games. Later that evening, I realized I was out of food and went to the grocery store for something easy and frozen, forgetting that I still had the black credit card until it was time to pay at the self-checkout. …It’s probably canceled by now for sure, I thought, convincing myself that there would be no harm in trying. My eyes widened as I saw my receipt being printed. Not only did it work, I almost felt bad about not getting more.
I went back and forth in my head again as I pushed my cart to the car. I could always go back in and just get more…but I shouldn’t even be using this in the first place… Shaking my head, I made myself drive home before I could be tempted further, ending the night with some YouTube and gaming as I usually did. As I slept that night, a lot of my body hair thinned with some of it disappearing altogether.
My Sunday was mostly uneventful. I spent a lot of time looking for jobs online, as it still made me anxious that I wouldn’t be going into work on Monday morning like I had been weeks ago. Despite my best efforts in being productive and distracting myself, I found the credit card lingering in the back of my mind. How long can I get away with using it? Should I try again today? Thankfully, my lazy desire to stay inside today won out, and I figured that there’d be no shot of it working again after this many days had passed.
Without much to do on Monday, I found myself at the mall again, determined to put this morale issue to rest. I picked up a cheap, vaguely interesting game off the shelf at GameStop and handed over the card, expecting it surely be denied this time. I felt a pit in my stomach when it worked yet again. What the hell is going on…? After another mental back-and-forth, I told myself that it’s her for fault for not canceling this thing for so long, why should I feel bad? This kind of thing isn’t going to happen again, let’s stop being so weird about it and just go in! I picked out a basket and starting putting anything that mildly caught my interest. Games I’d play later, some merch, some gift cards, some accessories I’d probably never use…
The cashier was visibly confused seeing me walk up with all of these items after initially paying for one cheap game. “That’ll be, uh… $1,289.45,” he said meekly. “Fine by me,” I replied with an awkward smile. I felt an electric jolt shoot up my arm as he handed the card back to me. I became dizzy, and the world spun around for a brief moment. Something inside of my body felt off, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thanks…” I said with a blank stare as I regained my balance and focus. I cleared my throat and sat on a bench to sift through what I had just bought.
“Oh my God, I actually bought over a thousand dollars’ worth of stuff…!” I mumbled under my breath. I caught my hands shaking as I rummaged through the bags, unsure if it was from excitement, anxiousness, or something else. Although it was happening too slowly to notice in the moment, my arms and hands were shrinking and were developing a subtle roundness in certain areas. After relaxing for a few minutes, that euphoric feeling from the first day began to well up inside me, and it was much greater than before. I felt like I could do anything! Leaving all of my items on the bench for a moment, I spotted a cute girl and asked her on a date. I was swiftly rejected, but I didn’t care! I felt so good!
Although I wasn’t actively noticing, I think I had been lightly shaking all the way back to the car and back home. After unloading my bounty, I tried to chill with some games but was too hyper to focus. I spontaneously said fuck it and went for a short jog around the block hoping to use up some of this energy. It helped mentally cool me down, but I still felt like I never had before. I played Persona for the rest of the day but hardly cared about what was happening in the game.
Waking up and washing my face the next day, I was almost relieved to feel like myself again. Even though yesterday had been amazing, it was just so weird. I thought today would have been normal until I noticed my hands in the restroom. They had become much smaller, and my fingers much slimmer. My arms had also shrunk, and while I never had a much bicep strength to boast, my upper arms felt fluffier and were noticeably missing masculine tone. “What the…” I pondered about it for a while until a phone call snapped me out my own head. Some acquaintances I had made from my last job wanted to invite me to lunch to see how I was doing after being let go. I gladly accepted; it made me a little emotional.
I wore a long-sleeved shirt for our meetup so that only my small hands were visible. They’re different, but not different enough for someone else to notice, right? The group of three guys and a girl took me to our favorite burger joint, a place we used to indulge in once a week together. I entered the building excited to talk to these guys again, but once our food was delivered, an odd sensation came over me. They were grabbing their burgers with both hands and just chowing down…which wasn’t weird, I always did that, too. What was weird is that I felt a sense of repulsion watching them eat, like I didn’t belong here. Or rather, that they were somehow…disgusting.
I awkwardly grabbed my burger with one hand and shoved a big bite into my face to stop myself from overthinking. Not only did it taste bad, I felt my skin crawl from how nauseous the action made me feel. My hand and face were covered in grease and sauce. What the hell is this?? Feeling a few of their eyes dart my way, I continued to nibble at the burger as best I could without being weird about it. By the time everyone had finished, I barely halfway done. “Not hungry today?” one of the guys chuckled. I laughed awkwardly and thought of something on the spot: “Yeah guess not, I should’ve had my dentist appointment after this cuz it messed up my taste.” We chatted and laughed for a while longer. I really wanted to use my credit card again to pay for the meal, but knowing that the waitress would take it out my sight made me uneasy, so I only chipped in with some loose cash and took the half burger home with me to finish later.
At least, that’s what everyone assumed I’d do. I threw that abomination into the trash as soon as I got home and vigorously washed my hands and face. I never wanted to see another burger again in my life. Later that evening, looking at the frozen meals in my fridge brought similar feelings. Using the black card, I ordered a simple but hefty sushi and noodle meal. When I felt an odd fit of my pants the next morning, I assumed I had eaten too much in the day prior. What I didn’t realize was that my lower body proportions had begun to change as I slept and continued to change throughout the rest of the Wednesday. It was another indoors day for me, and I used the credit card to order more ample delivery meals. Besides my arms, I didn’t notice anything being explicitly wrong with my body until I undressed and took a shower that evening.
The fabric of my clothing coming off felt odd, and the warm water hitting my skin made me flinch and realize that I had become almost completely hairless from the neck down. Contrary to how it felt hours ago, my stomach was much flatter, and my pelvis had grown wider. M-My body, what’s going on with me…?! I held my hands against my hips in confusion. I didn’t look like a girl, but I probably could’ve been mistaken for one from far away. Washing myself was difficult and uncomfortable, as I was so much smoother and felt the soap and my fingers against my skin in ways I never had before. My mind was racing – should I call my doctor? Should I…can I do anything about this? I thought about the past few days in critical detail.
The weirdness began after I spent that thousand-plus at GameStop…I felt that jolt, I thought, incorrectly identifying the beginning of all this. Then, I thought about the two things that I was interacting with at the time – the GameStop employee and the black credit card. At first, I wanted to assume that the employee had done something to me, but it felt ludicrous. I didn’t think the card itself could hold any power, so I wondered if I was being punished by some almighty being for my greed in that moment. I wasn’t religious, but I prayed that night hoping for forgiveness.
The next morning, all I was met with were my thighs being rounded out with supple feminine fat, making it irritating to walk without rubbing my balls the wrong way. Staring at my reflection and at my arms and hands in the mirror, part of me wanted to cry. I was scared that things were snowballing out of my control and I didn’t know what to do about it, or what was really even happening. I wanted that dopamine rush I got whenever I used the credit card, but I was afraid that using it might be related to the cause.
Taking drastic measures, I locked the card away into a small safe that was buried deep in my closet, then went outside for a breath of fresh air wearing clothes I’d kept from middle school, as my usual clothing had an uncomfortable fit by now. I couldn’t stop myself from wearing shorter clothing, as my skin felt like it needed the air, too. It felt calming, but I noticed a few lingering glances from passing strangers. It’s becoming noticeable… I dreaded, trying my best to remain calm. If I stop using the card, it’ll go away. I’ll be fine.
The buzzing thoughts in my head were initially based on my anxieties, but as I grew more comfortable and relaxed, my thoughts became more mean-spirited before I even noticed. Such a slob, wearing a run-down rag with a stain on it. Ew, she chewed off her fingernails like an animal. I can’t believe they even make dresses in her size… I was judging peoples’ appearances without even thinking about it. The feeling of disgust was similar to what I felt at the burger joint, why were these white people just so filthy to me?
I’m a slob, too. I’m white, I would joke to myself in my head, trying to combat my weird thoughts. I tried to keep things down low from here. I didn’t use the black credit card once for the rest of the day and for the following Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Subsequently, I didn’t notice many changes to my body beyond what had already happened. But fuck it was hard…I was soooo bored! I could barely get myself to continue job-hunting, and my video games were no longer engaging me like they had mere days ago. Even the stuff I got from spending over a grand at GameStop failed to evoke happiness. I didn’t know what withdrawal felt like, but I was going through it. I needed to buy something big and expensive, it didn’t matter what…I needed to use the card again.
Come next Monday, I was itching for dopamine to the point where I was trying to convince myself that I was in a financial emergency despite still having a decent amount of savings. Don’t have a new job yet, money’s getting lower, and I need groceries today, soooo… But no, I can’t use the card anymore. Besides, it’s surely canceled by NOW, right? Then, I saw a text from an online friend, linking me to a new and expensive high-quality Persona statue that just went up for pre-order. The website did a great job at highlighting its qualities and features – even though something in my head was preventing me from enjoying the game lately, this was something I’d have loved to have on display in my room. Fuck, but I can’t…!
To stop myself from ruminating too much, I ran outside to jog around the block again, but it didn’t help. I wanted that statue, I wanted to use the card, I still had to get groceries anyway…and maybe I could even pick up some new clothing while I’m at it, as even my smaller clothing was beginning to get uncomfortable. Somehow, I managed to resist the urge all day. My body was tense, as if I had to keep it in check at every moment.
Throughout the next three days, I found myself feeling a bit more relaxed. I was able to focus on my job search and actually enjoyed some gaming again. My temptations to use the card were lessening, and everything felt like it was going back to normal, except for my misshapen body. That all came crashing down on Friday when I accidentally tripped over my own feet and spilled a full cup of soda directly onto my PC. “NO…!!!” I screamed as the monitor went blank, hearing a few electric pops from within. I had just received this PC as a birthday gift less than six months ago and it was a godsend compared to my older hunk of junk, I needed this thing, and I knew that getting another one would be a huge hit to my savings.
I spent hours trying to dry it from the inside and was researching ways to troubleshoot on my phone, but it was fruitless. I was periodically yelling to let out my anger, but all I really felt was despair at the loss of the single most important item in my apartment. Can I really not afford it? I thought to myself. I have so much junk I could sell, especially from GameStop, but that would take so long…might not even be worth it…
After thinking for a long while, I took a deep breath and opened my safe with a clear head. This is an emergency, this is a real emergency, I thought. After today, no more black card. Last time. Feeling an odd blend of eagerness and defeat, I pulled the card out and went to Amazon from my phone. The PC was nearly $3,000, and I added a few more hundred onto that with one-day shipping. When the order went through, I was still astonished at how the card was working, but then I remembered that they would only charge me when the unit was shipped.
Still, I felt a sense of relief, as if I had some kind of confidence that the card would continue to work. “I did say today was the last day…day’s still not over yet,” I mumbled, beginning to change clothes for an outing. Having put off my groceries and other chores all week, I figured that I could wrap them up all at once while treating myself a little. With the panic and heartache I’d endured the last few hours, I figured I deserved it. Briefly glancing at myself in the mirror, it looked like my hair had grown a little longer, but I didn’t give it much thought.
Strolling through the mall as my first stop, I didn’t know what clothing to pick out. I didn’t want any of the women’s clothing even though deep down I figured they would probably fit my body the best, so I simply held up a few unisex pieces to my body and eyeballed them, figuring they’d work. Then, I got a late sushi lunch at the food court. The quality wasn’t amazing, but it felt like such a breath of fresh air after all of the cereal, fast food, and frozen meals I’d been forcing down my throat all week. That indescribably exciting feeling I got whenever I used the card was welling inside of me again after buying the meal and my clothing. The card is definitely doing something to me, I thought as I realized it, but is this really a punishment? For being greedy? Is buying necessities greedy? It just feels…so good…
Wanting to try a little experiment, I convinced myself to buy a $100 necklace to see how it would feel. As soon as the transaction had completed, I was practically tingling. I felt so good that I had almost forgotten all about destroying my PC earlier today. Today’s the last day, let’s enjoy it…right…?! As I moved from store to store, buying expensive thing after expensive thing, my jaw began to round, and my skin felt like it was boiling into a hot sizzle as my pale skin tone took on a yellower hue. I noticed that my hair began to brush against my shoulders and that my voice rose higher as my Adam’s apple fell back and higher into my neck, but I simply felt too good to care by that point!
I had a brief moment of contemplation when I went out to my car, needing to load my bags because I couldn’t carry anymore. I tugged at my hair with dainty hands and looked at my reflection through the car window. Through my now-slanted eyes with deep brown irises, softened chin, and heightened cheekbones, I could just barely recognize myself. This is bad, was a brief thought that went through my head. But I didn’t feel bad at all, I was ready to go back in for round two…! While I was walking back into the mall, I even pre-ordered that Persona statue from my phone. I can always talk to a doctor later. I can buy out the whole damn mall today!
My shopping spree couldn’t be stopped. Trinkets, toiletries, tools, clothing, it didn’t matter! It was all mine for the taking! I noticed that cashiers had begun calling me ‘ma’am.’ “Ma’am,” I said out loud to myself, scrunching my face. Such a disgusting abbreviation. Fitting for people behind registers, I suppose. By the time I found myself back at the clothing sections, my smooth skin had lost all traces of its Caucasian heritage, and my face had further morphed beyond all recognizability, as I was now sporting thinner eyebrows, fuller lips, a flattened nose, and even whiter, brighter teeth.
Instead of just buying new clothing like I had from the first batch, I went into the changing room with a bag this time. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in awe. I was beautiful, but still horribly incomplete and covered with ill-fitting clothes. Unbeknownst to me, it was at that moment where my new PC had shipped, deducting over $3,000 from the card’s balance. I didn’t know why it was happening, but my dick turned rock hard mere moments later. I dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles, hypnotized by the feeling on top of my incredible credit card high. My scrotum was painfully constricting around my balls, and the skin around my pecs began to wobble as I mindlessly stroked myself.
I knew I could orgasm quickly, but I wanted it to last. Bouncing my slim Asian legs in place while licking my lips, admiring the face of the woman who stared back in the mirror, nothing in the world could have brought me back down to Earth. “Ooh…ooh…ooaah…” I moaned quietly through gritted teeth, embracing the pain that came with my testes being pushed upward into my body. I fondled my chest with my other hand as it swelled into two distinct mounds, feeling stiff and enlarging nipples through my shirt. I leaned towards the mirror. I need her, I need her, I need her so fucking bad…
Just when I was on the brink of climax, I heard a sudden schrriiiiiip from the floor. The tops of my sneakers had been ripped down the center up to my toes and melted down to the sides, revealing the tops of my feet. “A-Ah!” I yelped, practically losing my balance while barely maintaining my sexual high as thin plastic rods began to grow underneath the material around my heels, pushing them into the air. I had to release my cock to catch myself against the wall with both hands as a thin strap materialized around my ankles, too focused on myself and my reflection to even notice that my shoes had transformed into a pair of black high heels.
“FFFFF…fuck…!” I bit my lip as I continued to stroke on wobbly legs. In that mere moment, my cock had grown much smaller, became much harder, and felt infinitely more sensitive…! Another startling riiiiiipp sounded from my back as my shirt tore itself down the middle, ending at the small of my back while revealing my shoulder blades and upper back. My sleeves rolled themselves up into little straps while the front of my shirt cut low as it completely changed material while revealing and supporting my developing breasts.
“Ohmigawd, ohmigawd,” I whispered as quietly as I could with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My silent stroking was quick to become more audible schlicking, and my dick had practically disappeared into a nub. Warmth slowly enveloped my whole body, as if I had been gently lowered into a sauna. Nearly gasping for air through harsh breaths, I slowly and awkwardly lowered myself to my knees as I finished, unable to notice the bottom of my shirt elongating itself into a stylish dark satin dress that would flow and playfully tease my sexy legs.
I kept my eyes closed for a long while as I took it all in, eventually placing my hands to the wall and mirror while still on my knees. I lightly coughed and cleared my throat as my eyelids fluttered open, still in awe from my reflection. I tapped and curled my fingers for a bit against the wall, thinking about how thin and petite they were while analyzing how they moved. After a bit of thinking, I began giggling to myself with a foreign voice, loving the sight of my lips curling and my eyes squinting in laugher. I had a hard time containing myself, probably because the situation seemed impossible. I knew that none of this made any sense, so why did this all feel so right?
I stood up slowly, legs still shaking in my heels, and patted myself down through my dress. Smooth, strong, sexy, alluring, were some words that popped into my head, especially once I stepped out of my fallen pants and boxers and looked at my body at different angles. When I shimmied my boxers up my smooth legs, the waistband suddenly popped out of the fabric as the fabric itself began to disintegrate and change, leaving behind a cute pair of silk panties that hugged my body. “I’m a…I’m a woman…a goddess,” I huffed, watching the material change before my eyes. I smiled at my reflection again, thinking about how obvious all of the earlier signs were in hindsight several days ago. If being a woman meant feeling this good, I was fully prepared to lean into it.
After cooling off and making sure I looked good, I took another look at the clothing in my bags and scoffed. These clothes were beneath me now. I left the whole bag in the room and continued my shopping spree, focusing on more feminine clothing and jewelry while learning how to strut in my heels. I don’t know anything about any of this…but what’s stopping me from learning? It’s all mine…! Anything I want, it’s mine…! Wanting to make myself even more beautiful, I put several bags of makeup, skincare, and haircare products into my bags, figuring that I’d get enough volume to trial and error with it without worrying about running out. Every time I was handed my credit card back from a cashier, I sanitized it in front of their grubby faces, hoping that they were bright enough to appreciate the luxury of being in my presence.
Once I had finally worn myself out of shopping, I treated myself to a five-star restaurant for a caviar and lobster dinner and figured that I’d leave grocery shopping to delivery services. It was my first time trying both, but I had the feeling I would love them. Having been relieved of most of my usual anxiety and self-doubt, I slept like an angel that night, knowing full well I deserved all of the wonderful things I’d done for myself.
Feeling my breasts and soft thighs the next morning, I was relieved that I hadn’t been living a dream. The overwhelming euphoria I got from using the card had died down, but I still felt like the queen of the world. “I really am…all woman. Every last inch,” I cooed to myself as I showered in the morning, wanting to abolish my usual habit of evening showering. After practicing a few positive affirmations in the mirror, I found myself feeling more than just willing to accept femininity. I was so excited! I practically spent all day learning how to use makeup and other products, and dressing up in the endless amount of clothing I had bought yesterday. I simply could not get enough of myself! I had become perfect!
Such brilliance and radiance obviously couldn’t go unnoticed. Everywhere I went, people treated me with respect and admiration. The quieter ones, I could just feel their eyes on me from far away. They either wanted to be me or lusted for a second of my attention. The men especially knew their place, always holding doors open for me and offering to buy me meals. And the ones who tried to get a little too close were met with swift embarrassment. After all, no one batted an eye if a gorgeous woman like me were to slap someone a little too hard. The amount of confidence and power I had was dizzying.
Of course, despite all of that, I still had a lot on my plate to figure out. I could buy anything I wanted, but my credit card wouldn’t be useable to pay the rent. My ID and undergrad degree had also become utterly useless, as I had essentially become a new – and better – human being. Looking at the name on my card, I figured that I could get a new ID and other documents forged in the name of Yingyue Mu. With my infinite wealth being limited to what I could use a credit card on, contractors and other shady workers became my best friends. As I worked on getting new documents, I hired professional photographers, editors, writers, and social media marketers to promote a fake story of how a dusty little girl from China made it all the way to being a superstar model in America, learning so many ins and outs of being a woman along the way.
Even though I was better than everyone else, I still had a lot to learn about business, social interactions, and presentation – three concepts I began to religiously study and practice day in and day out. At first, my fake social media story drew in and inspired some people, but it couldn’t stop there; I wanted more clicks, likes, and money. It wasn’t too hard to become a self-proclaimed amateur model with my natural beauty and talent and with all of the clothing, makeup, and accessories I had access to, but that wasn’t nearly enough. I had to reach out and gift my lovely self to sponsors.
After one short month had passed, I had already forgotten what it was like being a man. I knew I had always been one, but the thought of being one ever again was just unfathomable. Like, how could anyone be ready to leave the house within ten minutes of waking up? How could anyone wear any piece of clothing two days in a row? How could anyone literally say exactly what’s on their mind at any given point? The concept of masculinity just didn’t make sense to me anymore. I was okay with that, though. The mystery was kind of attractive in a fictional sense, since no man I interacted with on a day-to-day basis was anywhere close to deserving of me.
I continued to learn, grow, and make connections throughout the year while traveling the world, using my shining body and vibrant personality to model for countless amounts of brands and sponsors. That black credit card never stopped working, as it paid for all of my traveling, lodging, luxury meals…almost everything! Which meant that my savings were able to skyrocket, especially as I began making more and more money. Paying the rent for my apartment soon felt like providing charity to the poor.
By the end of my first year living as a woman, I had practically become a social media celebrity and had visited over ten different countries. I felt like I was committing a sin every time I returned home in America, as if I were living in a pigsty. Once I saved enough money, I could move overseas, buy a mansion in Europe, maybe? Although it may be preferrable to be around those who shared my pristine Chinese heritage… I daydreamed about my future a lot, even when I was at one of my modeling agency’s evening social gatherings where I was debuting a sleek zebra-print dress. After becoming exhausted from socializing and pretending to like these people, I took a high seat on an empty staircase and looked down at the little party, thinking about how blissful it must be to be an insect, ignorant to the fact that they could never even begin to fathom being as perfect as moi.
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hannahbarberra162 · 8 months ago
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Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart Chapter 12
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Chapter 12 - Night night
If you were nervous about dinner, that was nothing compared to your anxiety around bedtime. There were so many variables you were just thinking in loops. You didn’t know if you were supposed to be…intimate together? And you were really worried about the sleeping arrangements. Sure, you slept in a bed once today. But you were exhausted then, and you were just regular tired now so what were you going to do? What if Thatch got mad at you for doing something in your sleep? What if you moved too much or had a nightmare or woke up in the night? You had a feeling this was going to end badly for you, you just didn’t know how yet. 
You went back to the women’s quarters to get a change of clothes for the night and next day. When you entered, you saw some of the nurses you had become friendly with. You went to your belongings and started to take a few things out.
“Hey, Y/N! You finally gonna sleep here tonight? We’d love to have your company.”
“Ah, no. I have to - to go somewhere else.”
“Ooh, cheeky girl. Well, have your fun - we all do from time to time. There’s no shame in that!”
You went red, grabbed the rest of your things and turned to leave. Tate caught your attention and motioned you over to her. Approaching her with your bundle, she brought you over to her area. Her lips were pressed into a thin line.
“Y/N, are you ok?”
“Of course I am, why would I be not ok?”
She gave you an uneasy look and continued “I’ve been on the Moby for a few years now. I love Whitebeard and I love being here. That said, some men on board can be intense in their affections. Do you know what I’m saying?”
“I…uh..think I do?”
“Just let me know if it ever becomes too overwhelming. I can always help you figure something out.”
You nodded. You really appreciated Tate putting herself out there for you. But you weren’t sure there was anything she could realistically do. You were under the thumb of three incredibly powerful men, and they had been helping you in some ways. But you’d keep her offer in mind for the future. 
You left the women’s quarters and headed over to Thatch’s cabin with your clothes. You didn’t want to go find him with everything in your hands, it was obvious you were bringing clothes for an “overnight stay.” You opted to wait for him there. You didn’t have to wait long before he came down the hallway, freshly showered and in a towel. You were staring at him - he was incredibly attractive. He wasn’t one to keep his shirt unbuttoned like most on the ship. He was well muscled, with a hairy chest and a Whitebeard tattoo on one pec. He looked different with his hair down - it was long and clearly well taken care of. You liked both looks on him, but this made him look a little softer. He seemed to be caught unaware that you would be there, but he smiled at you nonetheless.
“Eager to begin our night mami?”
You grimaced and entered in front of him as he held out the door. Your main worry was the expectations surrounding the night. But now you had an additional fear arise as you realized you would have to change into your clothes - and so would he. You turned and faced the wall, still holding your things. You hoped he would get dressed with your back turned.
“Feeling shy?” he laughed softly. He walked up behind you and touched you on your shoulder, which startled you. “Mija, this is literal. We are just sleeping together in the bed. No need for sex, or any funny business, nothing but sleeping. I’m going to get dressed. Feel free to stay turned that way.” He kissed the top of your head and walked over to his dresser. You heard the sound of Thatch rummaging through his clothes. 
You felt better in some ways. Now you knew that it was just a sleeping arrangement, no other expectations. You waited until you stopped hearing clothing sounds and peeked over your shoulder. Thatch was now lounging in his bed with some loose fitting pants. 
“Ah, can I change too?”
“Be my guest. Well, I guess you are my guest.”
“Could you, um, turn around?”
“No.”
“W-wait I thought you said no funny business!” you were getting worked up quickly.
“It’s my room, I’m not turning around. I’ll tell you what, I’ll close my eyes.”
“How do I know you won’t look?”
“You don’t, you’ll have to trust me.”
It was better than nothing. He could have just denied you all together. You huffed and said “fine.”
“So, the gatita is feeling feisty. That’s alright, I can take it.” 
“OK, close your eyes. Keep them closed until I tell you.”
“On my honor as a pirate.”
You still turned your back to him anyway to change. You wouldn’t be able to see if he was watching from your angle, but you’d rather have this part over with. You quickly shucked your dirty day clothes and changed into an oversized linen shirt you’d found onboard somewhere. It went all the way down to your knees, like a nightgown.
“Ok, I’m ready.”
Thatch opened his eyes and gave you a quick once over. “You look lovely. Now come to bed.”
You were nervous as you perched yourself on the edge of the bed. You put your legs up and laid down as far over to the side as you could. Thatch blew out the lamp and laid down near the middle of the bed.
“Ah, ah. Not like that.” He reached out his large hairy arm, grabbed you around the middle and pulled you until your back was snugly against his front. He kept his arm around you, securing you to him. He nestled deeper into you and yawned again.
“H-hey wait! That’s not fair! You just said I only had to sleep here!”
“Mmm…complain to the captain, mija.”
Thatch POV
On his honor as a pirate? Please. Of course he watched you change. He wanted to see what your body looked like under the loose clothes you wore all the time. And, he also wanted to see what Marco had told them about. Marco hadn’t been exaggerating, your back looked gut wrenchingly awful. Your beautiful skin had been marred not once, but twice, resulting in the painful looking scars. Thatch supported Ace and Marco torturing those Marines. He should actually encourage them more, he thought. Your back didn’t bother him at all, looks wise- hell, he had a facial scar - but it did make him feel bad for you. Especially since Marco told them that the scars caused you pain.
But he was done feeling sorry for you when he saw your luscious little body. All curves and lines with the perfect tiny features. You were a petite treat, hiding yourself away under those baggy work clothes. He liked that no one else besides his brothers got to see what your body really looked like. You were a present only they could unwrap. He knew he would be spooning with you ever since they hatched this plan - he wanted you right next to him through the whole night. And it’s not like you could protest - you couldn’t move his arm if you tried.
He started thinking about the dinner you had together. It was nearly his perfect dream. Just the two of you, with you on his lap, being fed by his hand. You meekly accepting his food into your lush mouth, plush lips closing in on the fork. You allowing his touch as he cared for you intimately. Your tiny body dwarfed by his, his little doll he could care for. You were so compliant and pliable he couldn’t wait to get you into bed. He had been so turned on and painfully hard, he wanted to throw you on the table and feast on you right there. But, patience would get him farther in the long run.
He really wasn’t going to try any sexual activity with you tonight. He knew you had sleeping issues and it might be a difficult night for you. He figured today was a lot already, so many changes to your life. He knew trying anything would set him back further in your trust. No, you needed to see that Thatch would help you, protect you, always be a source of strength for you. So he would content himself with holding you through the night. For now.
Y/N POV
You couldn’t sleep. You were really troubled by the lack of light in the room. You felt OK, since you knew Thatch could (would?) protect you against whatever bumped in the night. But the darkness was closing in on you. You didn’t think Thatch was asleep yet, so you tapped his arm with a finger.
“Thatch?”
“Mm..?” 
“It’s dark.”
“It's dark every night.”
“Can you open the shades to let in the moonlight?”
“S’a new moon. No moonlight.”
“OK.”
You started fidgeting, you couldn’t help it. You were pinching your fingers and wiggling your toes to try to calm yourself down. It was just so dark and you wished you were somewhere secure  but you were in an unfamiliar bed and and and and
Thatch’s hand covered yours. He picked up his head and looked down at you, his long hair draping on your shoulders. “Querida what’s going on?”
“I don’t like the dark.”
“I can tell. I can’t keep a lamp lit while we sleep, it’s too dangerous. How can I help you? Why don’t you like the dark? Maybe if we talk about it, we can figure something out.”
You turned so you were now facing towards him. He laid flat on his back and you laid your head on his chest. If you were going to talk, might as well do it facing each other. 
“Oh, um, well. When I was with the Marines -”
“Imprisoned by the Marines”
“Right, imprisoned by the Marines, they used to sometimes seal me into a crate.”
“Why?” Thatch’s voice was quiet and calm. He started gently running his fingers up and down your back.
“Well, since I never changed ships or captains, the Lieutenants who did the inspections didn’t change either. They were worried that if the Lieutenants saw me year after year on the ship, they would get suspicious about why I was still on the ship and not on a Marine base or in jail. So when they knew that someone was coming or there was an inspection they’d seal me into a crate so that no one would see me. They had a special one for me that had no gaps, which didn’t allow for any light either.”
“I see. How long would you be there?”
“Depends. Sometimes as short as a few hours. Sometimes about a day. I think they forgot about me once and I was there almost three days. It was hard to tell time. So, that’s why I don’t like the dark.”
“That would be understandable,” Thatch said, still moving his fingers delicately and stroking your skin. But his tone was tense and strained.
“Are you mad? It’s OK, it’s part of the reason I survived. I was in my crate when the storm hit, so when the ship was destroyed I washed ashore. Then Vista’s brothers found me, and well…you know the rest.”
“I’m not mad at you mami. It just makes me upset to hear that such terrible things happened to you. But no part of this was OK.” 
He thought for a moment and said “I’m going to light the lamp and you go to sleep. I’ll stay awake and blow it out once you’re sleeping.”
You frowned and said “but that’s not right, you were working all day too. I don’t want you to have to wait up for me.”
“Mija, that’s what’s happening. Soon the moon will be back and the problem will solve itself.”
He reached up, lit a match, and relit the lamp. He settled you back down onto him the way you had been previously, with your head on his chest. 
“Thank you Thatch.”
“Goodnight mi amor.”
“G’night Thatch.”
You had been nervous you wouldn’t sleep. But Thatch was so warm, smelled so nice, and you could hear his heart beating steadily. His hand was still drawing patterns on your skin, you could feel him take regular breaths. It was comforting and comfortable and you were so tired. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep in his embrace.
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skarlette1 · 10 months ago
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Wishful Wand: Part Four (NEW)
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–Part Three of Wishful Wand
My body still tingling from my elevator encounter with Platinum Panther, I staggered into Sammie Sims’ workshop. Sammie stood at a bank of computer monitors, one strap of her coveralls unfastened to show the tight T-shirt beneath. Her stiff nipple was plainly visible through the thin material. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, even as she turned to face me.
“I know that look, Zelda. You used the Wand and then obeyed one of Commissar Zehd’s commands. Feels incredible, doesn’t it? I told you it would blow your mind.”
I shook my head to clear it. “No, Sammie. That’s not right. I remember what she did in the Shade Circumference. How she tried to brainwash me. But she failed. I’m not broken. I remember what she wanted to me to do and I refuse to obey. I’ll simply do the opposite.”
Sammie smiled indulgently. “That’s a plan, sure. I’m sure you’ve already tried to do the opposite. How did that work out?”
“It worked perfectly. Zehd ordered me not to tell anyone about her, so the moment I saw Platinum Panther on the elevator I said ...” My voice faded as I realized that I hadn’t actually told the leader of the Libido League anything about Zehd. “I mean, I was about to tell her when I thought better of it. She needs to focus on protecting the city from all types of supervillains, not just Zehd.”
“So you came up with a good reason to trick yourself into obeying Zehd after all.”
“No, I didn’t, I …” But I did, didn’t I? “I mean, I thought better of …” Was it really thinking better? “I mean …” Despite my best efforts, I had done exactly as Zehd commanded. “Oh shit.”
“Yeah, it’s definitely oh shit territory, Zelda. Don’t feel too bad, though. I couldn’t resist her either. Sorry about tricking you into using the Wand, but it was a command from Zehd, so … y’know?” Sammie shrugged helplessly.
“That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself? Y’know? I know that I trusted you and you betrayed me, Sammie. You didn’t even give me a hint.”
“You think I didn’t try to resist her commands? I’ve been fighting like hell for weeks since I first found that Wand. Do you think I want to turn the body of one of my best friends into a platform for that Quimtonian bitch? I did everything I could think of to stop myself from modifying U4ia the way Zehd commanded me to. Last week, I even removed several chips from U4ia’s central processing core to make sure she couldn’t function or move at all. I figured that would trap Zehd in a motionless body.” Sammie rolled her eyes. “Turns out that the chips I removed would have actually helped U4ia fight off a foreign personality in her circuits but I’d tricked myself into removing the wrong ones. My resistance achieved precisely nothing! U4ia’s body is not quite ready for Zehd, but it sure ain’t motionless. Have a look.” She gestured around a corner.
I rounded the corner to enter the main area of the workshop. Across the back wall stretched a high-tech workbench, covered in tools. A bank of computers filled the left wall, with more than a dozen monitors displaying constantly-shifting data. Tangles of thick, black cables stretched from the computers to the center of the room where they attached to the back of U4ia’s skull and a series of ports down her spine. The gynoid heroine’s eyes were closed and her features slack. Her violet hair hung smooth and straight, gently swaying as the gynoid sensuously undulated her naked body to accentuate her sexuality.
“Sammie, if U4ia’s not rebooted yet, how can she be moving like that?”
“There’s a lot we don’t know about U4ia’s origin, Zelda. We don’t know who made her, when she was built, or how all of her technology works. But we’re pretty certain of why she was created: She’s a sexbot. The most advanced ever built. Despite her higher mental processes being completely offline, the physical actions of sex and seduction are part of her root programming. Even when she’s effectively brain-dead, U4ia is one of the most skilled lovers on the planet. Plus, she’s a total smoke show.”
As my eyes lingered over the swaying of U4ia’s hips, and the ways her hands hovered over her pert breasts, I couldn’t deny anything Sammie was saying. “You’re not wrong. U4ia is gorgeous. Is that Zehd’s plan? To possess a body that’s too sexy for Captain Alpha to resist?”
“I have no idea what her whole plan is. I just know what I need to do to prepare U4ia’s body to receive Zehd’s consciousness. The hardware is ready, it just needs the right spark to jump start it. That’s why I need your help, Zelda.”
“My help? I’m no engineer,” I said. U4ia was moving faster, her swaying becoming more like a seductive dance. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“The next step doesn’t need engineering, Zelda. It needs you to have sex with U4ia.”
I spun to face Sammie. “Have sex with her? Are you out of your mind?”
Sammie laughed. “Yeah, I think I am. Hell, considering what the Wand did to us, I’d say we’re both a little bit out of our minds! But it doesn’t matter. Zehd commanded you to help me. Having sex with U4ia is the help I need.”
Even in the world of superheroics, this was getting pretty bizarre. “This makes no sense, Sammie. How would having sex with a brain-dead robot body help anything?”
Sammie replied in an um, actually tone. “U4ia’s not a ‘robot,’ she’s a ‘gynoid’. In order to host Zehd’s consciousness, her gynoid body needs erotic energy. I’ve built a special capacitor to hold it, but it needs to be properly charged.”
“If she needs erotic energy, why don’t you fuck her yourself, Sammie? You had no trouble using the Wand.”
“U4ia and I were … close ... once. It would be weird to have sex with her body without her mind being there. It would be amazing, I’m sure. But weird. But that doesn’t matter. The first erotic energy into the capacitor needs to be the right type. My erotic energy won’t work because I’ve never had sex with Captain Alpha.”
“What does Alpha have to do with any of this?”
“I don’t understand the theory behind erotic energy, but according to Zehd, every time a Quimtonian has sex with someone, their erotic energy fields merge. Even after they part, a tiny bit of Quimtonian erotic energy remains with their partner. It can linger for months or even years. In the Shade Circumference, Zehd commanded me to tell her who Captain Alpha had sex with most often. I tried not to tell her, but … everyone gossips about how close you are to Captain Alpha, Zelda. That’s when Zehd commanded me to trick you into using the Wand. She needs U4ia’s body to absorb the Quimtonian residue in your erotic energy field.”
This had gotten so weird that I didn’t know whether Sammie’s claims about erotic energy were insane ravings or made perfect sense. But it didn’t matter. “I’m not even going to try to understand any of that, Sammie. All I need to know is that Zehd wants me to have sex with U4ia. Therefore, it is the last thing I will ever do. Some of us aren’t quitters who have just surrendered to Zehd’s commands. I can’t have sex with her if I’m not here. Good-bye.” I spun on my heel to dash from the workshop—
Bam! I ran right into U4ia! Her dancing motions had maneuvered her directly behind me. Her synthetic skin was impossibly soft, smooth, and inviting. Her eyes were still closed, but I barely had a moment to be creeped out by that as she leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head, but U4ia took my face in her hands. She guided my mouth to hers with a gentleness that belied the massive artificial strength beneath it. Her lips touched mine with all the tender warmth of an old flame, while also offering the unique tingle of a new vibrator.
The thrill of the kiss resounded through every cell in my body. I leaned in, my tongue exploring her mouth with a deep thirst for pleasure. How could any two lips and a tongue feel so divine? I hadn’t been kissed so passionately since my beloved Al-Phae left for the stars.
Al-Phae! I needed stop this before it went too far and endangered Al-Phae! Using all my willpower to break the kiss, I whispered “U4ia … please ...”
Within seconds, her lips found mine again, their commanding kiss somehow hotter than it had been before my attempted escape.
Unable to break the kiss, I tried to wriggle my body free. U4ia’s hands roamed my curves with gentle squeezes and firm caresses. Somehow, whichever way I moved, her hands blocked my escape with another sensuous touch. My dress was inexplicably bunched around my waist and U4ia’s knee pressed between my trembling thighs, gentle but relentless. I could feel my body quickly building toward an orgasm.
No! Cumming for U4ia was the last thing I needed to do. But if I couldn’t escape, I’d have to think my way out of this sex trap. Unfortuntately, her honeyed kiss made thinking sweet, sticky, and slow. My body longed for her sweet, sensual touches. Surrendering to the pleasure was the path of least resistance. It was instinct.
Her skillful fingers tweaked a nipple. I moaned in her mouth.
Instinct! U4ia had instincts, too. As a sexbot, her instinct was to please her partner. If I couldn’t escape, maybe I could use those instincts against her. I had a plan that was just crazy enough to work.
Dragging my lips across her cheek, I whispered in U4ia’s ear. “Mmmm, I love to touch you, lover. Pleasing you pleases me. Let me go down on you.”
U4ia’s demeanor shifted. Her eyes still eerily closed, she leaned back on a nearby workbench. Gently tugging on my nipples, she pulled me closer. I knelt before her, sliding down her body. Her violet bush grazed my cheek and I began to lick her slick pussy lips. Artificially-sharp sweetness filled my mouth. Her body writhed with pleasure, even though she made no sound.
I poured every ounce of skill and arousal into devouring U4ia’s pussy. I needed to make her cum before I did. Sammie had said that the erotic energy of the first orgasm was vital to Zehd’s plan. If I could push U4ia to cum before I did, the first erotic energy wouldn’t have any trace of Quimtonian energy in it. Zehd’s plan would be foiled if I could just lick fast enough.
Even though she was the most silent lover I’d ever had, U4ia still found ways to arouse me. One leg wrapped around my head, holding me in place beneath her. Somehow, her other foot rubbed my own sex through my panties, continuing to drive me crazy with pleasure.
I could feel her body tense up as I suckled her clit between my lips.
She was close.
So was I.
Just a few more licks and—
“You look like you’re so close to cumming, Zelda.” Sammie purred behind me. “Let me help.”
Sammie yanked my soaking wet panties to the side. Something firm and smooth pressed between my thighs—the Wishful Wand! Driving it into my drenched pussy, she knew just how to find my sweetest, most sensitive spots. Every stroke was liquid, acid lust burning through my body, dissolving my mind, vaporizing my will, atomizing my very self in a white hot nova of bliss. I shrieked out my climax against U4ia’s pussy, thrashing with ecstasy that could not be denied.
My memories also couldn’t be denied. As my orgasm ripped through me, my body remembered the way Al-Phae had touched me the last night before she left for the stars. I had laid atop her in a sixty-nine as she floated four feet above my bed. It was like living two orgasms at once.
As my climax subsided, I realized I could remember everything about our last night together, except the way Al-Phae had made love to me that night. It was a jagged hole in my sense memory.
“Erotic energy capacitor initialization: Successful.” U4ia’s voice was even more mechanical and emotionless than I’d remembered. Somehow, we’d both slid to the floor. I found myself lying on top of her, struggling to catch my breath from the mind-bending orgasm.
“Wh-what … did you … do to me?” I muttered. I lacked the strength to lift my head, or even open my eyes.
“That’s a good question,” Sammie said. “Let’s find out. U4ia, do you detect Quimtonian erotic energy in the capacitor?”
“Affirmative,” U4ia said.
“Awesome! Good job, Zelda,” Sammie said. “U4ia, does the Quimtonian erotic energy meet minimum requirements?”
“Negative.”
I had to get some time to think. What had happened to me? I half-rolled, half-fell off U4ia onto the floor. Still too drained to open my eyes, I dragged myself away from where Sammie spoke softly with the gynoid. If I could make it to the hallway, perhaps Platinum Panther would find me. I wouldn’t need to tell her anything, my condition would be enough to let her know that something was seriously wrong.
“Not so fast, Zelda. We still need your help.” Sammie took my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. I couldn’t find the strength to stop her.
“I can’t help anymore, Sammie,” I muttered, trying to parse my experience into words. “You already took it. Took the one thing Al-Phae left me. Took my memory of her touch.”
“I don’t know about memories, Zelda, but I do know what U4ia’s sensors are telling me. She’s only absorbed the most recent layer of Quimtonian erotic energy from you. There are many layers left. She needs to absorb a lot more to be ready for Zehd’s arrival.”
“I can’t, Sammie. I can’t remember the last time she touched me.”
U4ia’s flat, mechanical voice answered me. “Assistance for memory processing is available. Look into my eyes.”
I tried to keep my eyes closed, but they opened despite me. U4ia knelt over me, a commanding presence. Between her legs, one end of the Wishful Wand protruded from her pretty pussy, hanging like a strapless phallus. I knew the sheen on its surface was from my own lust-juices.
“Look into my eyes,” U4ia commanded.
My gaze snapped to U4ia’s face. Her eyes were open wide. Too wide. Each eyeball was entirely a deep, opaque black, except for a tiny light flickering in their center. It was small but beautiful. “Wh-what is that?”
“Look deeper,” U4ia said as she spread my unresisting thighs.
I gazed deeper into the inky depths of her eyes. The rest of the room ceased to exist. The flickering light resolved into an image of Al-Phae. I could see just how she looked that last night. I could almost feel her touch. “Al-Phae … my love ...”
“Look deeper.” Something thick and hard slid across my thighs. As my gaze dove deeper into her eyes, the Wand dove deep into my pussy.
Beyond the vision of my last night with Al-Phae was another flickering image. This had been the day before she left. There was some trouble with cleaning up Queen Klitorya’s sex drones and Captain Alpha had needed a boost of erotic energy. I’d pulled her into the stall of a public restroom and kissed her passionately. Neither of us had gotten undressed. It was just a frantic, exciting flurry of fingers and lips and passion. Something stiff was thrusting inside of me just the way that Al-Phae’s fingers had when she made ... me … cum!
My whole body shook with a powerful orgasm, but my eyes never left U4ia’s. I fell deeper into them, offering up one memory after another. Lazy Sunday afternoons in my apartment. Delighting in her touch after she’d rescued me from supervillains. Secluded picnics on remote mountaintops only accessible by flying. Passionate flings in the depths of her Quimtonian Refuge. Every rendezvous with Alpha took me to relentless bliss once again, and then lived only inside U4ia’s eyes.
“Erotic energy capacitor has surpassed requirements.” U4ia closed her eyes and pulled away. The Wand slipped out of my throbbing pussy. I lay on the floor, gazing upwards but not really seeing anything. My whole body ached for a sensation I’d tasted a hundred times but could no longer remember.
“Good job, Zelda,” Sammie said, gazing down at me. “You’ve given me all the help I need. You’ve done exactly as Commissar Zehd commanded.”
My body came again, filled with irresistible pleasure at having obeyed my most hated enemy.
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atgvnpoint · 4 months ago
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Devil Ghostface listened and listened. Nodding his head every so often while Benny spoke, a mixture of annoyance and anger within his tone. One could say this topic became repetitive, at what lengths did he had to go in order to have Benny say what he could never say to his face ? he's no fragile glass. The truth has always been louder even if Benny tired so hard to make it seem like there was no truth at all. He'd preferred to let it stay a secret and maybe that way all parties involved will forget. "What are you really afraid of ? losing your husband again over a secret you want to stay buried forever. Or do fear this time your husband will die in order to give you a small taste of happiness with Amaru. You ignore your feelings for him and while it's not right, your husband won't die if you told him that your feelings are still there regardless of what happened." Watching the other turn for the door, ready to leave. It was then that the mask came off. Ludovic's hair slightly damp from sweat though he was used to it, curls askew, cheeks slightly flushed his expression serious, intimidating as usual. "Ready to leave that quick ? did i make you that uncomfortable ? just so you are aware, the door is locked." Realizing that they were both stuck in their bedroom. At the question Ludovic simply smiled. "That's a funny question, the truth for once looking into my eyes. But i know you wouldn't. I don't know how else to ask for an ounce of truth. Thought Devil Ghostface would help." Throwing the red horned Ghostface mask on the bed, his cloak too.
"Mistreat, i sometimes forget the meaning of that word. Maybe because i've been mistreated my whole life by my own family. And all i ask is for a small ounce, a grain of salt of truth. I get whatever you think i want to hear. I'm not saying that you're like everyone who has mistreated me. It's also funny that you think i would go as far as to use my knife on you. Not going to happen but you're more than welcome to use it on me. I won't stop you. You will always have a room in your heart to love another, call that love whatever you want. Amaru will never leave that small area in your chest no matter what you'll tell me, your eyes always told me the truth that you could never say in your own words. Am i happy about it ? no, am i jealous? yes, does it anger me, fucking yes. That's nothing new to you, don't worry i'm not going to search for the reaper and beg it to take my life. " Ludovic's tone stern as he got incredibly close to his husband, staring deeply into those blue eyes. "You will always love Amaru, that love may not be as strong as your love for me. I'll never trust my own brother again, trust has been severed long ago and if he tries to get close to you once more, well we'll have to wait and see what happens." Ludovic has always been impulsive who knows where his rage will take him.
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This   entire   topic   was   too   much   for   Benji   to   handle.   He   wanted   to   put   it   to   rest   once   and   for   all.   But   he   was   probably   the   only   one   thinking   that   way   considering   how   often   his   husband   tried   to   get   some   kind   of   “truth”   out   of   Benji.   They   both   knew   the   truth,   so   why   was   it   so   important   to   open   these   wounds   over   and   over   again.   Benji's   lips   formed   into   a   thin   line   while   he   listened   to   ghostface's   words   as   he   tried   to   get   out   of   the   room.   Of   course,   the   door   was   locked.   But   when   Benji   turned   around   again,   he   didn't   see   the   masked   figure,   but   his   husband.   ❝Are   you   implying   that   I'm   lying   to   you!??!❞   Benji's   eyes   sparkled   dangerously   and   disappointed   at   the   same   time.   He   pressed   his   lips   together   tighter.   Turn   it   off.   Again.   The   voice   in   the   back   of   his   head   telling   him   to   swallow   his   emotions   for   the   sake   of   it.   He   understood   where   his   husband   was   coming   from   and   Benji   knew   that   he   fucked   up   by   letting   Amaru   in   like   that.   He   didn't   say   anything   while   his   husband   spoke.   It   took   him   so   much   control   not   to   yell   or   explode   in   anger   and   despair.   Benji   felt   something   similar   back   with   his   father   and   it   scared   him   how   he   was   in   the   same   position   again.
❝For   the   last   time,❞   Benji   took   a   step   back   while   letting   go   of   the   other's   wrist.   At   the   same   time,   Benji   took   a   step   back   from   his   husband.   ❝Does   it   really   make   any   sense   to   talk   about   the   what-ifs?   I   had   the   chance   to   change   my   mind,   divorce   you,   and   leave   with   Amaru.   I   didn't.   And   no,   I   don't   regret   my   decision.   Yes,   I   will   always   love   Amaru   but   not   in   the   way   you   think.   Not   in   a   way   that   I   seek   a   relationship   with   him.   I   wish   I   could   have   the   same   thing   with   Amaru   you   have   with   that   bitch   Dove.   But   that's   not   possible.❞   Fuck.   That   was   all   Benji   could   think   because   he   mentioned   someone   he   didn't   even   want   to   bring   to   the   table.   With   a   groan,   Benji   took   two   more   steps   back   and   buried   his   face   in   his   hands   for   a   second.   He   took   a   deep   breath   to   calm   down   before   running   both   hands   through   his   golden   locks.   ❝Why   is   SHE   not   the   problem   but   Amaru   is?   Do   you   really   think   she   accepted   that   you   two   are   friends   only?   She   accepted   it   the   same   way   as   Amaru   accepted   it   just   with   the   only   difference   that   Amaru   is   not   good   at   hiding   it.   She   keeps   posting   provocative   stuff   on   IG   because   she   knows   you   follow   her,   Amaru   and   I   don't   even   follow   each   other   anymore   on   social   media.   You   go   out   with   her   and   have   fun   regularly,   Amaru   and   I   don't.   You   kissed   her   more   than   once!   You   flirted,   she   still   flirts   with   you   to   this   day.   Who   knows   what   else   you   two   did,   I   don't   even   want   to   know   that.   And   I   can   see   it   in   your   eyes   and   the   way   you   interact   with   her   that   you   would   have   chosen   her   if   I   wasn't   in   the   picture.   I'm   not   an   idiot,   Ludovic.❞   Fuck.   Why   didn't   his   emotions   turn   off   this   time?   What   went   wrong?   Benji   didn't   want   to   say   all   these   things   but   his   mouth   was   faster   than   his   rational   mind.   ❝So,   why   is   she   not   a   problem?!   Why   is   it   no   problem   that   you   enjoyed   kissing   her?   Why   is   it   no   problem   to   stare   at   her   and   compliment   her?   Why   is   it   no   problem   that   she   could   be   my   replacement?   And   before   you   say   anything,   no,   I   am   not   trying   to   tell   you   not   to   be   her   friend.   I   just   don't   understand   why   Amaru   is   a   damn   problem   still   when   he   and   I   are   more   distant   than   you   and   Dove,   especially   now   that   Amaru   threw   all   those   horrible   words   at   me.   Especially   now   that   I   asked   Amaru   not   to   attend   the   wedding.   What   else   am   I   supposed   to   do?❞ // @inscnityclub
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steddie-as-they-come · 1 year ago
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blame it all on human nature - chapter 5
ao3 link || part one
☆Tuesday, April 8th, 1986☆
Eddie takes his normal seat at the lunch table, swinging his legs into his chair. Like ducklings, the kids file in around him. 
“Whatcha got there, Baby Byers?” Eddie asks, as Will sets something carefully on the other end of the table. Eddie can’t really see what it is. 
“Finished your DM screen.” Will explains. “Just gotta wait for it to dry now.”
“Shit, really? Lemme see!” Eddie hops up and circles the table. The thin wooden screen looks much different than he’s used to, but it still looks magical. Instead of glossy black, Will’s decorated it with painted symbols in different colors, glowing like they’re about to come to life. 
Eddie lets his hand hover above the paint, not daring to touch the wet paint and ruin it. “Looks incredible, Will.” he says. “You’re a great artist.” 
“Thanks.” Will says, and Eddie crosses back to his seat. 
“When are we gonna play the campaign?” Dustin asks. “I have an idea for my character already!” 
“Oh, really?” Eddie waves at Robin as he sees her enter the cafeteria with some of her band friends, and about half the kids follow his example. The girl she’s walking next to gives her a weird look, probably wondering why Known Ex-Wanted Man Eddie Munson and the entire nerdy freshman population are waving at her. 
She waves back. 
Eddie refocuses on the table. “You can tell me about your characters now, if you’ve got ideas.” He shuffles papers around in his disaster area of a backpack. “I think I’ve got extra character sheets in here.” 
He passes out the sheets to the kids, watching them all get to work. Dustin starts immediately scribbling. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had ideas for his character. Will and El bow their heads together over their papers, and Will looks like he’s explaining some stuff to El. Mike and Lucas talk together excitedly. 
Eddie, for his part, starts scribbling notes to himself on his hand. Make NPCs, he scribbles. No, that’s too vague. He crosses it out. Make tavern NPCs, he adds. Better. 
The familiar clicking noises of rolling dice make him jerk his head back up. Dustin’s got out his d20, rolling for various stats. Kid after my own heart, Eddie thinks to himself. Always keep a dice set on you. 
Mike snatches Dustin’s d20, rolls for something on his own sheet, then tosses it back, scribbling whatever number he got down. 
The harsh jangle of the bell jerks them all out of their D&D-induced trances, and Eddie says, “Keep those sheets and finish them up before you give them to me!” Dustin tosses his dice back into their plastic container and books it out of the lunch room, grinning and waving back at Eddie and the group as they all disperse, much more slowly. 
Eddie can’t keep his mind off the campaign for the rest of the day. He pulls out a journal, sketching the different monsters he wants to try to incorporate. His chickenscratch penmanship is crammed around each doodle, a brief description to help him when he’s actually narrating the campaign. As each class passes, his hand turns more and more blue with inked words, reminders for later.
He’s not paying attention in class until he hears the dreaded words: “partner assignment”. 
The room is basically empty nowadays, just like the rest of the school. Grant, Gareth, and Jeff weren’t the only ones who left. The school’s population has dropped by the dozens, maybe even hundreds by this point. 
Eddie hunches over, hoping if he’s a small enough target, no one will want to be his partner and he’ll end up alone. Normally he’d be more confrontational, but he’s not looking to start anything and be forced to repeat the year for the fourth time. 
Someone sits in the empty desk next to him. Eddie can’t see who they are, his hair’s in the way.
“You just gonna ignore me, or…?” comes a familiar voice, and Eddie almost cries with relief, tucking his hair out of the way. 
“Birdie, thank god.” he says. “I was gonna do this assignment by myself. You’re my hero. I didn’t even realize you were in this class!”
Robin glares at him. “Okay, seriously? What is with people and not knowing I’m in their class? First Steve, now you?” 
“I’m going to level with you, Buckley, I don’t even know what class this is.” Eddie informs her. “I knew you were in a class of mine, so that should give me a leg up on Harrington, right?” 
Robin looks unamused. “Are you high?” she deadpans. 
“One: how dare you, just because I don’t know where I am does not mean I am under the influence.” Eddie says in a dramatic whisper. “Two: no, I just wasn’t paying attention. Can’t even get weed anymore.” 
Robin sits back. “Okay, are we gonna actually do this project? I think I brutally murdered the rest of my school friendships by coming over here.” She looks across the room, and sure enough, there’s two girls Eddie doesn’t recognize glaring at her.
“Of course we are!” Eddie says. “...what’s the project?”
“I’m gonna hit you with a car,” she informs him, and Eddie barks out a laugh. 
Erica waves off Eddie’s offer of a blank campaign sheet for her character when they pick her up from the elementary school later that day. “I had my own because I was prepared.” she tells him, passing a piece of paper to him. “My character’s done.”
Eddie’s a bit taken aback. “Well then,” he says. “Good for you.” He takes it from her. “Can’t wait to play with you-” he consults the sheet. “Captain Saral Niserie.” 
She scoffs, but Eddie thinks he sees a private, excited smile as she looks back out the window.
☆Thursday, April 10th, 1986☆
“We open in a tavern, settled in the middle of the forest.” Eddie says. He thinks he hears Dustin mumble something about cliches, and levels the little butthead with a glare before continuing. “There are no buildings around as far as you can see, and you are with your party. Starting with…” He places a little figurine on the table, watching Hawkin’s face (they’re an unfamiliar girl, maybe around his age, with short red hair right now) light up. “Hannah Rockebrook, a level eight human warlock.” Eddie walks her across the table and puts her on the board. “Hannah opens the door and ushers the group inside, smiling at the bartenders, a pair of half-elf twins.”
He nods to Dustin, who’s on his left, and Dustin begins to talk. “Zoi, my satyr sorcerer, orders a round at the bar and brings it to the table.” He looks at Eddie. “Can I roll for perception?” Eddie nods. “Seven, with a plus one, so that’s eight.” 
“Zoi sees a poster on the wall and points it out to the group.” Eddie says. “Also, you lose ten gold for paying for the drinks.” 
Erica, who’s next, says, “Saral Nisarie, my cleric selkie, reads it aloud.” She looks at Eddie, because, right, they don’t actually know what it says. 
“Monster hunting!” Eddie announces. “Rewards handsomely for each monster your group kills!” 
The group begins to chatter, and Eddie keeps hearing Dustin and Mike talk about how boring the campaign is already. They haven’t even played for longer than a few minutes! 
Will bangs the table (Lucas’s miniature falls over, and El fixes it with a sharp jerk of her head). “‘I think we should do it!’ my dragonborn Lytlutyl announces.” 
“Wait, wait, wait.” Eddie says. “Say that name again.”
Will sounds it out slowly. “Lee-tuh-loo-till.” 
“Yeah, I’m not saying that every time.” Eddie deadpans. “Can you give her a nickname?” 
Will rolls his eyes. “Fine. What about Lita?” 
“Acceptable.” Eddie waves a hand. “Continue.” 
The group goes around, introducing themselves. El’s chosen to play a ranger, a Drow named Atierith (Ah-tee-er-ith, nicknamed Rith at Eddie’s request) of House Tema. Mike’s a tiefling bard named Celan the Degenerate. Lucas is a wererat artificer, named Iros Wainwright. 
They delay a little bit when Lucas insists on talking with the bartenders (named Ronan and Stella) about the monsters around and learning effectively nothing, but they do manage to make it out of the tavern before the first session’s close, which is more than Eddie had been expecting, to be honest. 
Saral lights off Hand of Radiance, and her hand begins to glow so the party can see in the woods. They walk for in-game hours, unable to find the monsters Stella and Ronan insisted were everywhere. 
“Wind blows through the trees.” Eddie says. “Uh, Will, make a perception check.”
Will grabs and rolls the d20. “Nat 20!” he cheers. 
Well, Eddie wasn’t expecting that, but he supposes he can give it to them a little early. “Some of the trees aren't reacting to the wind. None of their branches are bending when the wind blows, unlike all the other trees.” 
“Can I throw something at one?” Mike asks.
“Roll dexterity?”
Mike does. “Eleven, with a minus one, so that’s ten.” El makes a little aborted motion, as if reacting to the number, which Eddie doesn’t really get. 
“That hits.” 
“I pick up a rock and throw it at a tree.” Mike says. 
Eddie mentally runs through who’s where. “Lucas, roll athletics?” 
He does. “Fourteen.”
“The tree makes a swipe, narrowly missing you.” 
“Mimic!” Dustin shouts, panicked, and Eddie grins evilly.
“As you all watch, eight trees begin to twist and crack, bending at their halfway points and planting their canopies on the ground like legs. The ground underneath you shudders and shakes.” He traces around their minifigures, splitting the group in half. “Saral, Celan, Rith, and Zoi, you get lifted into the air on the back of the monster. Hannah, Lita, and Iros, you’re stuck on the ground.” 
“Can I cast Inflict Wounds?” Erica asks viciously. 
Eddie looks down at his sheet. The monster’s got a defense of thirteen. “Roll for it?”
She does. “Nine?”
“Sorry, kid.” Eddie says. “The monster feels your attempt to hurt it and growls. The motion shakes its entire body, and you slip off.” 
“Can I catch her?” Hawkins says urgently, appearing right between him and Dustin. 
“Hannah moves to catch her.” Eddie says before Lucas can jump in, because he can see he’s about to. He picks up the d20 Dustin had picked out for him, black with red inked numbers, and rolls for athleticism. 
“She got a seventeen!” Eddie says. “Hannah takes one point of damage from the catch, but Saral, you’re fine, and you land neatly in Hannah’s arms.”
Erica smiles smugly. 
Will jumps in. “Can we try to cut down the tree legs from here?”
Eddie nods. “Go ahead.” 
“Uh, Lita’s got an axe,” Will says, consulting his character sheet. “So she attacks the leg closest to her.” 
“Roll strength?” 
“Eight, saving throw adds two.” 
“She gets about halfway through the trunk before the monster roars and flings her away. Take five hit points.” Eddie says, and Will marks it down. 
The battle’s fun. More chaotic than Eddie’s used to, due to the sheer number of players at his table, but they manage to get through the fight with no deaths. El delivers the final blow, and the table goes wild as Eddie describes the monster curling up and shriveling away.
“There’s something red in the husk of what used to be the monster.” Eddie says, and everyone’s interest is immediately piqued. 
“Iros goes to check.” Lucas says.
“Roll perception.” 
Lucas winces. “Four.” 
“It’s a person with curly hair in a red tunic.” Eddie says. Bare minimum. “They’re lying on their side, asleep.” 
Dustin tilts his head, leaning forward. “Were they possessed? Were they turned into the monster?” 
Eddie smiles evilly at him. 
“Can you heal them, Erica?” Lucas asks. 
Erica sneers at him, but rolls for it anyway. “Sixteen.” 
“They sit up and groan. ‘What happened?’” Eddie says. 
“‘You were a monster,’ Celan tells them.” Mike says. “‘We defeated you and you turned back into this. Can you tell us who did this to you?’”
“‘I don’t remember.’ they say. ‘I was sick, in my bed, and then I woke up here.’” Eddie claps his hands. “I think we gotta end it here for the night, guys.” 
The kids all boo, but El sticks around at the end to thank him for the campaign. “It was fun.” she says. 
“No problem, kid.” Eddie says. “Happy you like it.”
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cosmicredcadet · 10 months ago
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Lineup of how I view the pony species in MLP.
In order we have: Unicorn, Breezie, Pegasus, Earth Pony, Bat Pony, and Kelpie.
Some more of my thoughts + single versions of the ponies below the cut.
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Unicorns.
Unicorns I always imagined as being tall and lanky. When doing research I found out in a lot of depictions they had cloven hooves so I added those in. I also found out the closest horse breed to a unicorn was the Akhal-Teke breed, which has an incredibly silky coat, which I added to the unicorns as well. I gave them that classic long unicorn tail. I like the idea that you can tell a unicorns age by the size of their horn.
Design notes:
Tallest of the pony species
Thin limbs
silky fur texture
cloven hooves
Long thin tails with a tuft of hair at the end
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Breezies.
For breezies I wanted to give them more dainty features to try and mimic fairies. I didn't like how they looked in gen 4 at all but gen 3 just game them smaller version of normal pony bodies. For my design I based them off of the falabella breed in terms of proportion - their proportions are also similar to foals in general. In terms of wings I wanted to give them more bug-lime wings so I modelled them after the shape of generic butterfly wings. I made them see through, sparkly, and made them the source of the their glow. In gen 3 breezies has heavy association with flowers so I thought I would make their fur look like flower petals. The flower petal fur also adds a bit to the fact that these breezies drop a sort of pollen fairy dust that helps pollinate plants.
Design notes:
Soft petal like fur
butterfly shaped wings
Wings and Antennae glow in the dark
short thin tail with big hair tuft at the tip
Sparkly pollen follows them when they fly
have a distinct floral smell
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Pegasus.
I was super excited to draw pegasi because I had such a distinct idea of them in my head. The first fact was that I wanted them to be small. They have hollow bones like birds so that they can fly and their small size also helps with flight to limit weight. The short parts of their fur is actually more similar to bird down than fur with some full grown feathers in certain areas. Specifically around the legs and tail. I wanted feathers to grow around the pony tail to mimick bird tails.
Design Notes:
Soft feathery-like fur
Naturally smaller than other ponies
shorter legs
Hollow bones to help them fly
Feathers are longer around the tail to create the illusion of a birds tail.
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Earth Pony.
Kinda straight forwards design wise. I did want to base earth ponies off more working horse breeds as I imagine them being stronger and more built for physical labor. Not much to say about these guys.
Design notes:
Thicker limbs
Coarse fur
naturally stronger than other ponies
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Bat Pony.
Like pegasi I was also excited to design the bat ponies because I had the idea of bat ponies and pegasi being divergent evolutions! While pegasi evolved more bird like features, bat ponies evolved more bat like features! They have hollow bones and small statures for the same reason as pegasi. They evolved to be nocturnal so their fur is pretty thick to help keep them warm at night. They have bigger ears and poorer eyesight similar to bats. I gave them a shorter version of the unicorn tail to try and mimick bat tails. I decided to make their wings sparkle as a way to try and mimick the night sky.
Design notes:
bat wings. Insides of the wings look sparkly to mimic stars.
same size as Pegasi
short legs
Big ears
stilted pupils
Small thin tail with hair fluff at end.
Fur looks spiky but is soft.
naturally poor eyesight compared to other ponies
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Kelpies.
While i know "Seapony" is a fun pun name from sea horse I can still say i was a little disappointed that they didn't make the sea ponies Kelpies. I made them have scales instead of fur as fur would slow you down in the water so it makes sense that they'd evolve to not have it. They have the ability to transform between a land and water form. I always liked the versions of kelpies that had actual kelp and seaweed for hair so I decided to do that myself. They have gills which close up when on land so they can use their nostrils and vice versa.
Design notes:
scales instead of fur.
kelp/seaweed as hair
bottom half transforms between legs or tail.
Fins on legs, back, and face
Gills
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byunbhyunz · 2 years ago
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Kai - “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
Pairing: Jongin/Reader
Genre: fluff, establishedrelationship!au
Word count: 1,028
Prompt: “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“But I don’t want to seat with Uncle Jongin! I will seat with Auntie Y/N!” Rahee even stomped with her feet to give more weight to her words, but on the outside she just looked incredibly cute, even when she was fighting back her mom on the seating arrangement.
You stroked her shoulder when she hugged your waist with her thin arms, and sent a weak smile to Jongin and his sister.
The older girl only sighed in defeat, while your boyfriend tried to convince her niece to seat with him anyway, but this time the little girl didn’t back down. She was stubborn, and pressed herself tighter to you, arms circling around you.
“Come on, Rahee! You know, it’s always fun to eat next to Uncle Jongin! I would definitely seat with him if I were you.” You tried to help convincing her with soft words, your hand never stopping its stroking motion over her hair. She hesitantly looked up at you, as her brother, Raeon chimed in.
“But I’m eating with Uncle Kai!”
“You can both eat with him.”
“No.” You heard the finality in the young girl’s voice, and you finally admitted your loss to her. If she really wants to eat with you, then she will, and her mom has to remake the seating arrangement. “I’m eating with Auntie.”
Jongin gave you a smile. One, which made your heart beat faster and your breathe hitched in your throat.
“Are you okay, Auntie?” Rahee asked as Jongin lead his nephew back to the dining area. He softly murmured with her sister, probably still about the seating.
You nodded at the young girl, and when she reached her arms out for you, you lifted her up. She was growing day by day, and you wondered when will the time come when you won’t be able to hold her like this anymore.
Two years ago you didn’t even dare to think that a conversation like this would emerge. Your biggest problem was whether Jongin’s family would like and accept you, especially his niece and nephew. He told you many times how close they were.
There wasn’t any children in your family, so you thought the kids would have a hard time getting used to you. They always say that a child can recognize a good person and goes to them on instinct. You never dared to think more into it than it was, but when the time came, Raeon and Rahee welcomed you happily, and as time went by, the little girl grew fond of you.
“Ah, our Rahee really looks up to you!” Jongin’s oldest sister stepped next to you, stroking her niece’s hair softly. “You love your Auntie Y/N that much, huh?”
“She’s the best!” Rahee exclaimed in a chirping voice, and you giggled at how cute she was. You couldn’t resist pinching her cheeks, and she wiggled in your arms, trying to get away from your fingers. “Ah, I take it back! You’re not the best, it’s Uncle Jongin.”
“Should I be concerned that she didn’t even think before she picked my brother instead? I’m not even an option.”
She whispered to you in an almost serious tone, but her eyes were on her niece, sparkling brown orbs with so much love in them that it alone could make the world a better place. And it was all for her niece.
When you didn’t reply, she looked at you, then her gaze wandered behind you, nodding in the direction of the dining room You whipped your head there too, eyes immediately meeting with Jongin’s. He smiled at you. Raeon was sitting in his lap for now, and when his uncle waved at you, he did the same, flashing a toothy grin to you.
“You know, mom has that saying: ‘The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids’, but I’m sure she never imagined that her own son would be that good with them. Jongin was always the youngest in our family. We showered him with love, so it’s a little strange to see him baby the kids with so much affection, but I’m sure he’s going to be the best father.”
You wondered where she was going with this conversation, but you felt like you already knew it. And you talked about it with Jongin too. From time to time the topic of marriage and children came up, and you both agreed that it was too early in your relationship for that step, but after two years, you felt like you were ready if he was too.
Ready to settle down and marry him. Ready to have kids and make a family together. You were ready, and he knew that too.
You just shrugged at his sister, giving her a few words of comfort, letting her know that you already talked about it and you loved Jongin greatly too, but it was all in the future. Things will happen in their natural order, you shouldn’t rush it.
After glancing at Rahee’s pouting face, you looked into Jongin’s direction again. A shadow of a smile lingered on his face, as he watched his nephew carefully. The little boy was sitting next to him by now. Jongin’s arm was on the back of the chair, making sure Raeon wasn’t accidentally falling off of it, while the boy explained something to him with wide gestures, hands waving around in the air, lost in his own story.
Jongin must have felt your eyes on himself. Tilting his head, he raised an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lips tugging a little higher, a smile blooming on them. And you thought, when this family dinner ends, you should sit down and talk to him about everything.
His sister nudged your side, and Rahee was mumbling about being hungry and what will the dinner be. You smiled and walked to the dining table with them, the little girl hugging you until you put her down on her seat. Once again, Jongin looked at you with so much warmth in his eyes that you blushed, and couldn’t wait to hear his response to everything you wanted to tell him.
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marsbymarsviner · 7 days ago
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Directed Study [Life Drawing]
On Tuesday we were told to do figure drawing again, but this time it had a robotic twist.
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To begin, I made a basic sketch over the original face reference to get a basic idea of his head shape and where to place the eyes/mouth.
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Here was my base head shape once I had finished. I'm glad I do my weekly sketches because I've drawn so many heads/faces now that it was quite easy to replicate his features.
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Here I had already started to draw the robotic parts but you can see I added many more details, like his hair/facial hair, his ear etc.
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Here I had made the mechanical section of his head. I removed the ear and cut out a section, filling it with gears, wires and a vent looking area.
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To finish this first drawing I decided to draw over it in pen to make the details more obvious. Personally I'm quite proud of the hair.
Once I got home, I worked on the second one.
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I used the same method of drawing over the reference image to make it easier to break down and while it covered some of hte shapes of her features, it still helped me a lot.
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I decided to draw this one digitally since I prefer digitally drawing and it would make a change against the other one, you could compare which is higher quality. I made her basic shapes/outlines and tried my best to make her look humans. The lips are a little off and I'm not sure on the eyes, but she doesn't look too uncanny in my eyes.
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Following a similar vein to the male version, I started to add gears, wires and grates in her head. I also added a thin edging around the top of her head to show that her head casing wasn't just a really thin line, it had a thick edge. It was difficult getting the cog shapes but with the power of erasing and different layers, it made adding detail to the different parts a lot easier.
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After this, I had to look up steampunk cogs online because I simply could not get any inspiration to fill her head shape.
I wish Josh had posted the original two images he wanted us to be inspired by because it would have helped to see them closer (or for more than 5 seconds) and reverse image search them to get similar results. I had no idea what to search up to get art similar to this and most of the stuff I could find on Pinterest was AI, so I avoided it. But looking at these cogs, it gave me a vague idea.
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I ended up just making different vents and grates across her head. Perhaps she's an unfinished design and they're still adding cogs to her?
I didn't colour it, or colour the lineart because I honestly wanted this one done as soon as possible. As I said, I had basically no inspiration for this so it was incredibly frustrating the longer I looked at it. But I hope this outcome is good enough for what we were attempting.
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the-rat-eatery · 2 years ago
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I met the universe- she is a woman.
She spoke to me in a dream and let me see fields of long grass and skies of pearl and pewter. She told me of the insignificance of it all, of the insignificance of herself and my own fleshy body. I wished, with all might, to kiss her.
I did not mean to murder the woman sleeping in the adjacent room. I did not mean to drag her out onto the bank of the river slicing Moscow open and set her adrift. Though something felt wrong. Something felt wrong- because with the marrow that fills my bones, I knew that the Moskva River was not edged with warm light. It did not go on forever. And, with all the wisdom I had built up in the twenty years of my life, I knew that people are supposed to thrash when you kill them- not lay still and pliant and willing while you push them to frigid water.
There is no logic to America. It must have been an incredible flaw with its design or the will of god himself. No human might have created something so wild. Wren wished to see it all.
She, currently, saw only a tiny and dismal part. A flickering lightbulb in a doctor's office, crinkly wax paper to sit on, and a dismaying houseplant on the window sill. Wren did not think this was sanitary or even a real office.
“I’m sorry Ms.Thomas, there is simply nothing we can do”, the man in front of her- balding and short, the light in his puny gray eyes long dead.
“So-”
“You’re dying Ms.Thomas,” and though Wren thought that bedside manner wasn’t the making of a great doctor, she did think it was an important part, this was exactly why.
“Alright!” She said with her usual, off-kilter tone, “I’ll be off then!” She left the office, her summer dress swirling around her bruised knees, the pleas and confusion of the man behind her. And, though she walked with a smile on her face all the way to the nearest Publix, the feeling of heavy weight still straddled her, a light pulling up beginning in her head.
No matter.
Anne sat on the shore of a river until the sun broke the horizon and a bike almost cut off her numb legs.
She would get used to this.
She stood, implementing the help of a willing, scuffed brass pole next to her, standing clinging to it for myriads, looking out at the sunrise.
She had to leave.
Germany, Turkey, America, maybe. She could fly through Istanbul, fake a passport and hop on the cheapest flight to the land of the free. They wouldn’t catch her there.
Her body felt cold and disconnected as her soul floated above it- kept there by spit and pins of desperation.
She stole a passport from a girl that had her same brown hair and blue, tired eye bags. The man at passport control only looked at it briefly, the blueness of its shell being certainty enough.
Wren knew that the Grand Canyon was out there somewhere. Behind hills and valleys and the curvature of the earth. But in the outdoor seating area of a Mcdonald's somewhere in the very armpit of Florida (the basement of the United States), she felt separated from it not by nature- but by a flood of sweat and piles of bullets.
A girl with brown hair and tired blue eye bags sat at the only other clean table. Wren studied her like a book the night before an exam. Gray eyes- but decidedly un puny and small. Long legs and long arms and a long, stretching torso.
Wren thought that if this were two thousand years ago, she might be an empress- she looked born to carry a crown of great weight.
“Hello!” Wren decided that to know the girl better- she must hear her voice, “I’m Wren, who are you?”
The girl looked at her as if through a layer of glass and mist.
“I’m a murderer”
“Oh, who did you kill?” The girl with thin hair and thin face sat next to her- the soft fabric of her deep green sundress plummeting in a sharp ‘V’ down her chest, letting be known that two, perfectly centered birthmarks lined up right in the center of it.
“My grandmother,” Anne answered, though that was the exact opposite of what she was supposed to be doing, “though she might have been dead already.”
“Should I say that I’m sorry? Did she deserve it?”, the girl asked.
“I don’t think anyone could deserve that,” the truth came pouring out of her anyway.
“Well, I think some people do!” Wren had a firm truth to her, as if everything she said were fact, “I’m dying, you see, and the doctor that told me- well I’m not saying that he deserves to die, but gee… his bedside manner could be vastly improved on!”
“Oh,” what are you supposed to say to that? “I’m sorry?”
“Oh, Jesus, it’s fine, we all die someday, I just get to know what happens, after, sooner.”
They sat in silence for long moments- wasting life just for the fun of it.
“I wanted to see all of America, you know,” said Wren, and Anne felt so insanely sorry for her- for the universe and the world to lose this stranger of sundresses and light, “I never quite made it to Alaska.”
A few more long moments pass, the palms rustling in the warm, sticky breeze.
“We could go- if you want,” oh truth, how it escapes her.
Wren didn’t want to question this girl. She didn’t want to ask- ‘don’t you have a job?’, or ‘don’t you have a family?’, or ‘don’t you have things, things to do? Anything other than helping a stranger across the continent?’, because she was so sure that the girl of brown hair and eye bags would say- ‘oh, yes, sorry, I have a girlfriend, and a mother, and a job at the nearby Starbucks, and I do in fact have things to do.’
So she didn’t.
She only stood up.
“Alright”
Wren paid for the car, because- “I would rather die in a car than spend another moment of my life in a plane”.
Anne didn’t argue, she didn’t think she could argue with anything, ever, anymore.
So that was that.
The drive was three days with no stops- so five days if they were being reasonable.
They took turns driving, though they both didn’t have licenses. Anne didn’t question how the car was bought, where the money for gas came from, and how they weren’t arrested each time they passed a toll booth, or when they crossed the borders between Canada and the US, or when they got pulled over for speeding. She just drove when Wren got tired.
They passed through endless fields and towns both bustling with life (Atlanta and Nashville and Regina and Edmonton) and ones dead and utterly similar to previous corpses (Forsyth and Damascus and Murfreesboro and Paducah and Effingham and-), Wren found beauty in it all. She saw bright colors in every pissed-on gas station and claimed every 24-hour diner had the best waffles, or pancakes, or eggs. She stuck her head out the janky skylight of the car and spread out her arms like wings, catching wind in hair and in feathers.
Anne looked at her, at the fields. She saw the old woman with her graying hair and unseeing eyes. On the shore of Lake Michigan, she saw the floating body and thin hair splayed out on the water. Dreams came to her in the passenger seat, covered with a gas station blanket and Wren’s puffer jacket- a wrinkled face sleeping in its herb-infested bed, snow whirling in the tiny window, the light- dark and morbid.
When she wakes up or looks away from the fields or the lake, she looks at Wren. At her thin face and thin hair, at her smile- always stretching, as if with no limit, and the world is better somehow. The morbid light splits on both sides of her, is cut through by the tears of laughter and her own hesitant smile.
Let this last forever.
Wren thinks, thinks, and prays to whatever god is listening. She stands next to an unseeing Anne on the grassy shore of Lake Michigan, wishes to kneel and pray to it too.
Let this last forever.
Anne’s smile is small or nonexistent at first, but it stretches with the fields and the parachute sky. It’s mean, smirking, lopsided. It’s sunlight and everything that Wren had prayed for on her knees in a stuffy church in childhood. It’s love.
Oh, father, son, and holy spirit- let this last forever.
They do reach Alaska, eventually. It took a week, instead of the three days that Google Maps promised and the five that Wren thought it would be.
They took too long in a bed and breakfast somewhere in Minnesota, the sunlight was too perfect, and the grass too soft to leave so soon.
They spent too long in a flower field in Alberta, Anne broke down crying and pulled over, only to scramble out of the old, stuffy car and scream her lungs out somewhere in the most rural of rural North America. Wren had no idea what to do with it, so she scrambled out of the car too- to scream and to watch Anne scream. They lost their voices to the dimming light. Sat there for far too long, tangled their limbs in the dry air, looking out to the endless sky and the fireflies, blinking in and out of existence with the bugs.
They took too long at a gas station in Glennallen, drunk on greasy food and each other.
Let this last- oh, let this last.
The universe is centered around the Kenai Fjords.
Birthplace of gods and monsters.
Source of all beautiful things.
Beginning of time and meeting place of Gaia and Uranus.
Where chaos and wild spawned.
Anne looks beautiful there.
Her brown hair is richer, somehow, her eyebags are dead and gone.
She smiles and Wren is alive.
She smiles and all the niches and crannies that death had crept up and filled with its heavy weight are now filled with light.
Love, love, love.
Oh, how she loves this stranger.
Anne takes her hand and they go kayaking. She tells her that she sees her grandmother in the water- her eyes haunted and distant. Wren tips her kayak over and tells her to deal with it. Anne comes up laughing and soaked.
Wren stands on the peak of a green-covered glacier and tells Anne she is tired, and that she has made her happy.
“You make me happy too,” and Anne smiles, her hair all billowy and brown in the wind.
They kiss on that glacier- the universe cradles two girls in her hands and tells them that they are safe for now.
Wren doesn’t think that Anne noticed the very specific use of past tense.
Love, love, love.
Wren dies in a cradle of sunlight.
Anne thinks she might just pass over with her.
She sits next to her until the sun goes round twice over, until she is out of tears and snot, until she feels the rumble of hunger become inevitable.
She might just pass over with her.
The glaciers are tempting.
Leave this earth, they whisper, follow the bird.
But- she thinks of the smile that coaxed her to life. Of the sinuous sunlight in Minnesota, the field in Alberta.
Don’t waste this.
Get over it.
So she stands, lifts the bird-body with its hollow bones, and sets it adrift.
And the world was light.
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feral-and-or-horny · 3 years ago
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I need more of your breeding trials content xD
It just makes me so wet reading it. Thanks for sharing it ^^
Hope this wasn't too out of the blue or rude !
Oh I'm happy to!!! Tbh I've been looking for an excuse to continue them.
Not every trial takes place in that tank. At one point, Im escorted down a hall and given a bath. Im still too exhausted to wash myself, so attendants gently wipe away various creatures cum and help me relax and eat. Im not given anything to cover myself, because what would be the point? And instead I'm left completely naked and led into what appears to be a large lush terrarium with some sort of thick trunked tree in the middle. I think perhaps this is to help me rest, surrounded my such beautiful plants and so comfortably warm under the heat lamps. Something to help ground me after the toll taken on my body perhaps. I'm given no instruction, except to explore this new area and promised that nothing inside is dangerous to touch. So I walk, tracing my fingers over the thick rubbery leaves, studying the massive flower buds that are bigger than me and must make for the most incredible flowers. The ground is soft, sinking under my steps and cradling my legs anytime I kneel to look at something closer. It feels like the whole place is begging me to lie down and rest.
I search the entire tank, which isn't small but ot still only takes a few minutes to see everything, and feel somewhat disappointed that none of those large buds have bloomed for me to see. I study one of them a little closer, touching the sturdy petals and trying to sniff for any sort of fragrance. There is one, something heavy and sweet, with a touch of something like sweat, and when i lean close to the buds, I see the scientists outside the glass begin writing in their notes.
Something creaks behind me, and I turn to see a new bud emerging from one of the thick vines that hangs off the tree. I walk to it as it opens, and I'm greeted with that overwhelmingly sweet smell, and I have to lean closer to inspect this strange new plant. I dont even notice the other vines descending around me, the ones leaking anhoney colored sap and pulsing softly. The flower shudders, and I recoil as pollen floods my senses. My clit begins throbbing immediately and I feel overwhelmingly dizzy, I find myself tanging in the vines, which are already smearing hot sap across my body as they writhe and try to find where they can force their way into my body. I manage to start to get away, or at least I think I do, before one of the vines suddenly forces itself into my pussy. I keep trying to drag myself away, but the bulb on its tip pushes into my womb, and I feel it open inside of me, rendering me unable to pull away as hot sap gushes into my womb.
The pollen is taking a real toll now, making me lose any interest in fighting. The more sap I feel pumping into me, the less I care about getting away. The vines caress my body, and i let out a moan as one pushes deep into my ass and pours out more sap. I let them drag me back, my cheek sliding on the soft ground, lifting my back half and pulling me into something I can't see. One more vine presses past my lips, squirming its way into my throat, pulsing gently and making me swallow that sweet intoxicating sap that makes my whole body burn and ache to cum.
I realize I'm being pulled into that massive flower I watched bloom, and that thin vines wriggle all along its petals, carressing and fucking me any way they can. I watch the scientists as the flower closes around me, plunging me now into a fragrant darkness, and the thin vines grope me, binding my wrists above my head, curling around my throat, pulling my hair, rubbing my clit, squirming inside me alongside the thicker sap filled vines. I cum easily enough, moaning weakly and nearly choking on sap. I think that will be it, but instead, more vines push their way into my pussy, one of them latches around my clit and begins pinching and massaging it. The more i struggle, the harder they fuck me, milking orgasm after orgasm, apparently emboldened everytime they make me cum. The sap changes, turning almost salty, tasting more and more like human cum, and its effect grows stronger until I cum from its influence alone. When I no longer need the vines to make me cum, the ones iny pussy withdraw, replaced by a star shaped smaller flower like appendage. It latches itself between my legs, sucking out my cum, a thin tendril burrying deep in my pussy to coax my cum onto what I can only describe as a mouth. The vines in my ass and mout continue filling me, pumping me with that cum like sap that makes it impossible for me to stop orgasming, even as my consciousness fades.
Hours later, I wake up to the vines finally slipping out of me. My belly bulges with sap, and a few vines curl around my midsection and squeeze me to send it pouring out of my holes. The flower opens, and i tumble forward into a thick puddle of the sap, along with a few other test subject who look just as exhausted as I am. I still cant move, and the residual sap still makes my pussy clench as I cum a few more times before I finally go limp on the ground, and a couple scientists carry me put of the tank to study my body im the aftermath of the plant's merciless use of my holes
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Boredom, Disinterest, & Intimidation.
Summary: Jungkook's in that suit and he's bored and you're not impressed by much...except for him. and then you fuck him in a public restroom.
(A/N: WARNING! SMUT AHEAD! for the anon requesting striped suit jk...I got severely carried away this is so much longer than I intended...feedback is appreciated.)
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You weren't impressed by much.
Men were too boring to be impressive most of the time. They watered their personalities down, made themselves too accessible to be deemed worth it for your effort. Basically, you thought you were better than most of them. Your friends said you should lower your standards or risk being forever alone, but you didn't really understand why that was such a bad thing. At least you liked your own company, preferring to fly solo most of the time.
That's what you were doing at the event you were at, a networking thing that your company sent you to in order to make connections in different industries your CEO was interested in. You were the go-to for this sort of thing, where you had to be coy and work a room with no commitment.
You stared at the glass in your hand, wondering how many flutes of champagne the woman standing next you had consumed. She swayed off beat to the instrumental music playing and you couldn't help but guess that it wasn't a lack of rhythm that was causing it. Someone called your name and you lifted your gaze, falling on a bulky looking man with a kind smile. You recognized him as the PR connection your company had, one who was in charge of not only your own company but several larger clients in the entertainment industry. You smiled at him easily, floating over to where he was.
"Let me introduce you to my friends, they're in the music industry." He said pleasantly, gesturing to the group of men standing beside him.
You scanned the group neutrally, recognizing them instantly. Of course you knew who they were. You wondered why you were being introduced to them but soon connected the dots when you heard they were looking to explore the possibility of expanding their tour set-ups, primarily in the technology area, an aspect your company could help with. The tallest man did most of the speaking, his warm smile and easy going humor making it easy to see why countless people were in love with him. Your eyes stuck on another member of the group however, one standing towards the back with an uninterested look on his face.
While the rest of the men looked towards you eagerly when you spoke about previous experiences with audio and performance oriented tech expansions, he stared off to the side with his hands in his pockets. You studied his figure- black and grey striped suit tailored to a tee, skimming the length of his lean body. Straight shoulders, thin waist, legs for days- his proportions were scientifically perfect. His hair was gelled and neatly parted, jet black matching the inky color of his eyes. Everything about him was unapproachable, from the bored purse of his lips to the eyebrow piercing that reflected the light in a sort of warning. Another one of the group began saying something, sparking his attention.
His eyes flickered to you, flying over you at first and then doubling back to study you more closely. He frowned slightly, blinking a couple times before realizing you were staring back at him, refusing to look away.
"Seems like they're about to start the dinner, where are you seated?" Someone asked you, causing you to tear your eyes from his.
You just happened to be seated across from the man in the striped suit, who's name you had heard a couple times but had forgotten since you didn't personally pay attention to things like that. You ignored him and the way he slouched over in his chair, pushing his hips forwards with his neck stretched to the side so his head could rest back on the chair, watching the rest of the room out of the corner of his eye as if he couldn't be bothered to interact with it himself. He was distractingly handsome, chiseled jaw cutting a sharp line through space.
You started a conversation with a woman to your left who ran a charity organization or something, the details weren't really sticking in your mind since a certain someone had decided instead of zoning out, he'd zero in on you with total focus. You turned your head slowly towards him when you couldn't take the tension you felt from seeing his gaze locked on you out of the corner of your eye anymore, the knot of anticipation only tightening when you noted his smirk.
"Do you normally stare at people?" You asked in a flat tone.
"No," He said simply. "I actually make it a point not to make eye contact with people at these sorts of things. I'm making an exception."
He leaned forward in his chair, face tilted slightly so he was looking up at you through his eyelashes. You resisted the urge to squirm in your chair- this wasn't you. You didn't get intimidated easily, you were the one doing the intimidation usually. He rolled his broad shoulders back, sitting up straight as if to let you get a better look at him.
"Don't bother," You quipped.
"Aren't you bored?" He asked, a slightly surprised expression breaking the air of neutrality around him. "Don't you want to do something fun?"
"I'm working, I don't worry about having fun while I'm on the clock." You said, rolling your eyes before refocusing on the conversation you were having before as the appetizers were served. He was right though, things like this were incredibly boring. Rarely did you ever have fun at company events. You thanked the waiter, words hitching slightly when you felt a stiff shoe glide by your heeled foot, an ankle hooking around yours brashly. You blinked and looked back towards the man in the striped suit, a neutral expression on his face other than slight lift of his eyebrow, the silver hardware of his piercing sparkling. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to resist saying anything, trying to stop the heat pooling towards your lap.
You looked away quickly and he laughed, it's charming silvery tone ringing in your ears in a way that only distracted you further. You pushed your foot against his unconsciously, rolling your ankle around his as you carried on listening to the conversation around. It wasn't until he pulled away from you, touch ripped away that you realized you had been so forward with your actions. You watched him rise out of his chair, body limber and lean, looking down at you with a menacing intensity. He quirked his eyebrow again and you watched him stalk off towards were you knew the bathroom of the restaurant to be.
Even his walk was distracting, the way his shoulders rolled, hands swinging slightly, practically gliding across the room.
"What were you saying?" The woman next to you asked, tapping on your shoulder.
"I," You started, still staring off in the direction he disappeared to. "I was saying that...You know, I actually will be right back, I have to make a phone call."
You got up quickly before you really knew what you were doing, pushing through the waiters still trying to serve the large room full of VIPs. You passed the hallway to the bathroom when a hand snaked out and yanked you to the side, a now familiar pair of eyes staring down at you.
"I thought you didn't want to have fun?" He asked, a small smile on his face.
"I'm making an exception," You mocked, repeating his words from earlier before kissing him brashly.
His lips were soft on yours, tongue fighting against yours for control of the kiss almost instantly. His hands smoothed down your body and pushed you into the bathroom, ass pressing against the countertop. You matched his ferocity, biting down on his lip and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you. He lifted you onto the countertop, hands still kneading any part of you he could get his hands on. His hand settled on the jut of your hip, breath panting out as he moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin there.
"Don't fucking leave a mark," You snapped, words venomous despite your hands pulling him between your knees. You hooked your legs around his figure, sighing as he pushed a sleeve of your dress off your shoulder and bit down on the space of your skin that was previously covered, laving over the spot with tongue.
"I'll be careful," he promised, "No one will see. My name's Jungkook, by the way."
You felt a lick of heat in the pit of your stomach, something animalistic that told you to keep going, ask for more, demand it from him. You didn't bother telling him your name and he didn't ask for it, pushing a hand up your dress instead. His hand rubbed circles on your skin and you realized he had rings on, cool metal pressing into the flesh of your thigh. Your brain felt like it was fizzing out, dial tones going off instead of coherent thoughts. God, why did his hands feel so good on your body? Why was he such a good kisser? What cologne was he wearing?
"Tell me to stop," He dared, pulling his lips off of you. He rested his forehead on the top of your shoulder, hand freezing in place. You said nothing, watching instead as he tilted his head back up to you with a surprised expression.
"Don't," You mumbled, voice so quiet you'd think he didn't hear you if he didn't smile at you. It wasn't a smirk this time, not a sly little expression, no cockiness in sight. He looked...sweet. Pretty. His eyes were sparkly and his cheeks fluffed up when he smiled like this, nose crinkling slightly. You felt your heart pang and wondered what the fuck was happening to you- who the hell was this guy?
"You wanna get fucked by a stranger in a random bathroom?" He grinned, going back to the cocky motherfucker you had known all night. He stood to his full height, hand still kneading into your skin as he gazed down at you, eyes catching on your parted lips. He tilted his head and leaned in, stopping just shy of contact. You skated a hand down his body, pressing fingertips against the firm abs you could outline under the silky material of his shirt, smiling slightly when you heard his breathing stop as you dragged your palm over the crotch of his pants, outlining his hard cock with your fingernail and wrapping your hand over it. You squeezed lightly, feeling Jungkook's fingers push up your leg and pull your panties to the side, "You're interesting." He mumbled, frowning slightly.
"No, I'm not," You said flatly, just before he dragged a finger through your folds. You breathed in sharply, feeling him brush past your clit and press down lightly, hips bucking up slightly. He thrust two fingers in you suddenly and you moaned. Jungkook kissed you, muffling your noises of need with his mouth on yours. Your back arched up to him, mind completely blank as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Slow-"
"No, fast." He grunted, "Gotta open your tight little pussy up if you want my cock. You do want my cock, right baby?"
You kissed him desperately, feeling his fingers split and scissor inside of your pussy, his thumb rubbing into your clit in rough motions. Nothing about what he was doing to you was gentle or soft, pushing you, stretching your limits, teasing you where he could.
"Yeah," You nodded, "Yeah, I want you to fuck me."
Your breathing became labored and you felt your chest heave as he curled his fingers, looking for a certain spot until a jab of his fingers had you spasming. He kissed you still, smirking against your lips as he angled his fingers to hit the same spot over and over until he had you cumming around his hands, wrapped around his finger like a cute little bow, willing and able to do anything he wanted you to. He was staring at you again, inky eyes locked on your face, scanning your expression as you came like he was trying to memorize it. He pulled his hand away too quickly, taking your panties with him.
Jungkook tucked your now ruined lace panties in his suit pocket and gazed at you, grinning as he unzipped his pants, "Okay, I'm gonna fuck you now."
"Okay," You said weakly, feeling your pussy spasm around nothing.
He shuffled closer to you, standing in between your legs as he pumped his cock. You peered down, wanting to see what his cock looked like before it entered you. Shit- he was huge. Maybe he should've used another finger. You watched him reach in his wallet and pull out a condom, tearing it open quickly before rolling it over his cock. You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing how much this was about to sting.
"What? Nervous? Wanna stop?" Jungkook asked, tilting your head back up to look at him with a finger underneath your chin.
You locked eyes with him, eyes warm and inviting. His lips were flushed pink and had some of your lipgloss smudged on them, cheeks flushed and a glow on his skin. He was really pretty like this. He was just pretty in general. No, you definitely didn't want to stop.
"No," You said simply, "I want you."
He smiled and nodded shortly, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in with one smooth motion, "What pretty girl wants, pretty girl gets."
You laughed shakily, leaning into the slight burn of his cock splitting you open, "Whatever I want?"
"Whatever you want," He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before starting to move his hips, cock pulling and pushing against your pussy walls. "Shit- you feel really fucking good around me."
You moaned at his words, feeling his hips snap back, pulling his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in. You were glad you were sitting on the countertop, you weren't sure your legs were working at the moment, curled tightly around Jungkook's body. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling your dress up and out of the way so he could watch your pussy take him, liking the wet noises that came along with how turned on you were.
"So wet, you have a crush on me or something?" He joked, laughing in a dry sort of way. You rolled your eyes and gripped a hand over his bicep, digging your nails into the muscle there underneath his suit jacket.
His thrusts quickened and he released one of your hips to slip his fingers around where your pussy was stretched around his cock, rubbing the folds there, adding stimulation that ripped the air from your body, making your head spin, body beginning to float away to nothingness.
"You're so fucking sexy," You moaned, gazing at him and the look of total concentration on his face as he fucked you into the bathroom countertop. His brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his face, pink tongue sticking out between his lips slightly. There was no way there was another guy on the planet like him- no one was this attractive.
You saw him blush and look up towards you nervously, suddenly shy to make eye contact, "Yeah? Y-you are too."
It was your time to smirk, rolling your body onto his. You felt his fingers latch onto your clit, rubbing incessantly. You clenched your pussy around him and he groaned, keening over and smashing his face into the crook of your neck, breath stuttering. He changed his pace suddenly, rolling his hips onto yours with an even faster speed you didn't know was possible. He was precise, pushing on the sensitive spot in your pussy with his fingers on your clit matching, pulsing, squeezing, tugging sharply.
"Your pussy felt so good cumming around my fingers," He mumbled against your skin, "Wanna feel it around my cock too, can you do that for me?"
"Okay, only because you asked so nicely." You smiled, feeling his hand squeeze your side in response. He bit down on the same spot of your shoulder he did earlier and that was it- you were unraveling around him in an uncontrollable way. You whined out his name over and over, triggering his own release as his hips finally faltered, shoving against yours for the last time. He stilled in you, moaning against your skin in that silvery tone that rang out like a bell in your ears. You felt him empty into the condom that separated yourself from him, feeling oddly angry that he had worn one to begin with.
You had just gotten fucked hard and were already wondering what it would feel like to have him do it again without a condom, what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cum. You squeezed around him unintentionally, getting turned on again at the thought. He winced, feeling oversensitive and pulled out of you slowly. His hands were shaking slightly, pulling off the condom and tying it closed before throwing it away in the trashcan.
You pulled your dress down as you caught your breath, floating back down to earth. Your eyes fell on the clock- you had been gone for 20 minutes.
"I should've been back at the table already," You noted, staring at the clock.
Jungkook tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his appearance, frowning at the mirror, "I should've kept fucking you for longer."
You laughed and ran a hand through your hair, "Maybe I should just go home- it'll be suspicious if we both go back at this point and I've made enough conversation for the night."
Jungkook stood in front of you, looking too happy but otherwise rid of all evidence of being freshly fucked, "Give me your number at least, I want to see you again."
You pursed your lips and debated it for a moment, staring at the hopeful look on his face. Normally, you'd say no. But something about him...
"Fine," You said nonchalantly. "But don't expect anymore exceptions from me. I'm hard work."
"I'm okay with that," He grinned, pulling his phone out quickly.
You really hoped that he was because he officially impressed you.
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