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For new years I wanted to draw a comparison of a drawing of my mc calypso from the beginning of 2024, and now a drawing of her at the end of 2024
ENCOURAGING YOU TO REBLOG WITH UR ART IMPROVEMENT TOO đŤľ
THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR MAKING MY FIRST YEAR ON TUMBLR AMAZING. I joined in February and never thought I would make it this far or last for this long. Iâve met so many amazing people, had a bunch of great conversations, learned a lot, and itâs all thanks to all the wonderful people in this fandom. Actually couldnât have made it this far without you guys. Hereâs to another good year ����
SENDING EVERYONE THE BIGGEST KISS đđ LOVE YOU GUYS
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â cw. fem! reader, college au, bimbo-y reader, dumbification, praise, nerd nanami's a secret freak, fÄŤngering, mdni.
nerd! nanami who eats you out while wearing his glasses. you told him this âmethodâ was far more efficient . . and, he could teach you more about the anatomy of the clit better.. oh, and the fact at how you said you always were a visual learner. you were always grateful for his tutoring sessions sure, but you couldnât help but stare at him. not just at his eyes, but his noticeable bulge too that would always outline beneath his slacks. and yet now, here you wereâlaid flat on his wooden old desk as heâs buried right between your pretty thighs. âhm,â heâd grumble, sliding a swollen fat thumb down your glossy clit. nanami hears your cute breaths grow shallow along with the clanking dangles of your earrings and he huffs. âprincess, pay attention,â and his eyes flicker down at your sopping needy entrance. âsheâs important.â
âo- okay,â you wheeze out a tiny breath, and your eyes focus primarily on the head thatâs buried between your legs. nanami pushes back the clear lenses of his glasses before giving your sloppy cunt a single tender kiss. a sweetened gasp rips away from your parted lips as you stare at him, watching intently as he closes his eyes shut, gradually sliding his tongue from top to bottom. âfuuck, âken.â
nanami whistles softly against your dribbling folds while youâre wetly glazing his peachy, pink lips with your slick. âah, the clit is such a mystery,â heâd purr, positioning his glasses. youâd then roll your eyes once he starts rambling all sorts of anatomy facts while eating you out at the same time. nanamiâs pearly cold lenses repeatedly rub up against your thighs as he swiftly flicks his tongue, using his flat vast thumb to smear shapes down your slit. âsooo many nerves inside this pretty thing. thousands ân thousands of nerve fibers,â and you moan, feeling him cup his pursed dripping lips around your clit. nanami feels you claw a hand through his blond scalp, digging through his thin blond tresses before he hums.
âbut â letâs start with my personal favorite shall we, princess? the dorsal nerve..â
he found it cute how you were so whiny, struggling to hold still as your back brushes up against the dozens of incorrectly marked papers behind you. they were scattered everywhere on the desk, an entire pileâand nanami thinks you were just starting to answer things wrong purposely. âletâs see,â he softly coos, feverish breath colliding right against your eagerly twitching sex. youâve got a good tugging grip on his hair, peering at how his flaxen blond strings entangle ân intertwine between your fingers. âsheâs important why?â
a mewling sobbing moan was your answer as his glasses continued to glide and tickle against your skin. nanami raises a single brow, and as his chiseled chinâs just streaming down with shimmery sheeny slick, he tsks.
âu- uhh,â you whimper, tightening your grip against his silky threads of hair. truth be told, your mind was entirely empty. you werenât thinking about anything except for that fact that his tongue was ferociously gliding up and down the streaming slope of your pretty pussy. it makes you gnaw on your lip, growing even more dumb all from the salaciously narrow strokes of his tongue. âbecause it stimulates t.. the clit?â
âno, dummy,â he whispers, and even his playful insults made your pussy throb. nanami felt the exact pulse trigger against the flatness of his tongue and you whimper. you could feel his coy grin twisting against his lips before he starts to slurp harder.
itâs loud . . and your eyes were already starting to roll back the second he eases a slender middle finger inside.
âthe dorsal nerve helps innervate this spot,â and a treble squeak of a whine snatches out your throat once he teasingly nibbles against your clit. it feels good, and you could feel your body heat gradually heating up more and more. âwonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours,â and with another moan following out from your lips, he gives your wet entrance a soft direct spank. ânothinâ. bet itâs just empty, right silly girl?â
âkentoooo, fuckââ youâd moan, maintaining a good grip on his hair. fuck, it was just the way you perfectly dragged out the two syllables of his name â and, oh was the prettiest melody heâs ever heard.
panting heavily, nanami starts to run the pointed tip of his tongue farther inside of your pussy. itâs like heâs a naturalâand to be honest, you didnât think heâd be the type to have such a skillful tongue. for the hours and hours he spends talking, but you were starting to connect the dots. maybe nerds could be just as filthy. . especially with their mouths. his tongue resumes to delve in and out rapidly, barely giving you any time to catch your irregular unsteady breaths. glancing down, you see him with fogged up glasses and a sleazy growing grin.
heâs smug.
your taste â it makes nanami salivate, and heâs even starting to drool past the corners of his lips. you had a treacly flavor to you, and it continues to please his tastebuds the more he swirls his tongue inside. heâs right between your thighs and itâs a pretty sight⌠youâre a pretty sight, and you canât help but start to frantically grind your hips against his slack jaw. âforget the l- lesson. donât stop.â
nanami gives the inner sweltering flaps of your cunt another loving kiss before warm fawn eyes fixate back toward you. âohh, but princess,â and he could hear your soft gasps once he starts to massage his palm around your sopping heat. heâs maneuvering tender circles against your wet pussy before giving it a soft smack, hearing you whimper for more. you were soaked. . geysering pools of your slick coat his hand and it makes him hum in amusement. âif i do that, then you wonât learn anything,â and you could feel every sharp axon electrocute alongside each nerve of your body. your thighs were this close to snapping back shut, and heâs gotta pry them apart with two big hands. âwonder if my tongueâs jusâ makinâ you dumber,â and thatâs riiight when nanami smears the bridge of nose against your cunt.
��nghh, kento,â your eyes widen, and each time his lips smack from pulling away to breatheâyou could feel both of your ears ring. heâs filthy, and nanami was so hard that he even reached beneath the desk, slipping a hand inside of his unbuckled pants. you continued to drag your cunt against his face, covering the lower part of his dripping chin with every drop of your lewd polished essence before mewling. âfuck, fuuuuck, âm gonna cum.â
âthe woman orgasm,â he whispers in husky awe, his tone as smooth as silky silk. nanami lowly grunts, wrapping a hand around his veiny base before giving it a few solid pumps. oh, you turned him on. it was so bad that he couldnât help but imagine being inside of you. fucking you on his desk, pushing your head into your red-marked papers in hopes that that could feed you some sorts of knowledge â all while showering you with a plethora of compliments of course.
you were pretty, but between your legs you were even prettier. as nanami continues to prattle endlessly, talking your ear off about whatever, his glasses end up falling and you grab them.
sepia hooded eyes narrow at you before he scoffs, taking a second to spit on your weeping cunt. âtell me, sweet thing,â and youâre whimpering, the arch in your back growing as your lips part awkwardly. nanamiâs still fisting his cock with a single hand, slowly twirling his tongue inside between your glistening folds before applying faster and faster pressure. itâs repetitive, and you clench down on your jaw the second you feel him pop in his lanky ring finger. âhow many nerves does it take to orgasm? quickly.â
as your lashes continuously flutter â you let off a sweet whimper. âaround e- eight thousand?â
âsmart girl,â he coos, and you felt a stir of butterflies rummage through the lower pits of your stomach at the praise. nanamiâs practically french kissing your cunt, using allllll types of tongue. effortlessly, heâs thrusting his tongue in and out, locating every pivotal part inside before he abruptly stops stroking himself. he groans, feeling a vein run down his shaft before he gives your cunt itâs final departing kiss. âcâmonnn, let go for me. cum on my tongue, princess.â
as your lips cutely stretch out further, curling ân contorting into a shocked oval shapeâyou tightly grip onto his blonde strands. âfuuuuck,â was all you could reply with, and you could still hear nanami grumbling out nonsense under his breath. even a nerd with his mouth full.
sloppily, his tongue wanders everywhere, reaching near every crevice and swirls its way around your clit before dipping itself right back out. there was not a single thought programmed in your brainâexcept for the fact that if his tongue was like this, you only wondered what his dick felt like. the thought alone makes you let off a crooning whimper as a lightning wave of pulses throb between your jittery legs. you were so close that the taste of your inevitable orgasm was simply sweet.
itâs as sweet as vanilla frosted icing, and the second you started to uncurl your toes, you felt it.
a cute whimper ripples out of your hoarse vocal chords as you remain to cling onto his glasses. nanami subtlety squints up at you with the most cunt-drunken grin before he lies his tongue all the way flat. âmmph,â and with a sloppy squelching slosh, you hear a finger of his loudly âpopâ out of your soddened slit. nanami was moving his head back and forth, the fabric of his tie tickling against your skin whilst youâre coming undone. your harmonious-sounding orgasm lasts for a good nine seconds, echoing through the thin walls of his dorm before he sighs. nanamiâs starting to see why you preferred this more than his lecturesâ
âthaaaatâs it,â he smears his sheeny-slick lips against the opening of your pussy. youâre drooling wet, jaw dropped with your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you realized you came on his tongue.
nanamiâs tongue completely wiped out any sorts of review that was supposed to be jotted inside your brain. instead â youâre just dumbfounded with cartoony heart eyes forming in your dilated pupils the more you stare at him. you wanted more, you wanted him. nanami gently caresses down your tender pulsating entrance before giving it a soft pat. itâs a pat that then turns into a sloppy âmwahâ with his lips, and it makes your heart race. with droopy eyes, you watch as he runs a hand through his neatly parted hair. unkempt, but still handsome.
âsilly girl,â he scoffs to himself with a scolding head shake, and within seconds later he leans in, giving you a chaste kiss. you moan, wrapping your arms around him. nanami grunts, swiping his tongue around the sugary sweet lip gloss that glues against your lips before he slowly spins you around.
âis this part of the lesson too?â you sheepishly hum, still feeling hot ân heavy from his lips being on yours just a moment ago. with a tiny gasp, you feel nanami gingerly press up against you, gently grabbing your waist. you ached for more, and you didnât care about the private session anymore.
âpartially,â nanami rasps, and you feel him lean further in, resting his chin against your shoulder. nanami stares at your body and he puts his glasses back on before sighing. with a hand gently pushing you forward â making you arch fully, the blonde grunts. âwe forgot the other important part of the lesson though, âm afraid.â
with a cutesy shake of your ass against his grey crooked slacks that barely clung onto his hips, you bite the inside of your cheek. you feel something brick hard behind you that doesnât exactly feel like a book. âa- and whatâs that, âken?â
nanami slowly licks the left side of your neck and you moan once he lifts up your leg, bringing his lips up to your ear. âpenetration, princess.â
second lesson?
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Consider the following cuz I think it's funny:
Sevika with a gf who's just... Kinda dumb? Just kinda ditzy and airheaded and it's kind of a miracle that she's still in one piece. Just a bit of a bimbo but goddamn does she love Sevika with everything she has.
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okay as a blonde who definitely has my fair share of Blonde Moments i love this l;askdjflskj
men and minors dni
sevika loves you so much.
so much.
she would kill for you. she would die for you. she would even wear matching pajamas with you-- that's how much she adores you.
that being said... sevika has to admit that sometimes you can be a little... clueless...
you aren't stupid! you're constantly reading and learning, watching documentaries and sharing interesting scientific facts with sevika. you're a whiz in the kitchen, always making delicious meals and treats, and you're incredible with couponing and keeping your grocery bill within budget. in sevika's eyes, you're one of the smartest people she knows...
but... sometimes...
sometimes, you can be a bit of a ditz.
you're horrible with directions. sevika's watched in horror many times while you hook a right, completely confident that you're headed left.
"babe, the bar's this way."
"you said left!"
"use your hands, babe..."
"...oh." you mumble, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment as you turn around and start headed the correct way. sevika cackles and wraps an arm around you.
"where would you be without me?"
"wandering by the docks, probably."
"the docks are south of here, babe."
"yeah, south." you say, pointing east. sevika groans.
she gifted you a compass keychain for your birthday that year.
you struggle with spelling.
you love to leave sevika little love notes-- and she adores them! but sometimes, your notes have the unintended consequence of making sevika cackle while she tries to interpret your unique spelling. 'sevika, i've never been able to be so intimidate with somebody before...'
she teases you for the rest of the night about how intimidating you are together.
sometimes, sevika really wonders how you made it through life without her there.
like when you're behind the bar at the last drop making change for a twenty, and you hand the customer six fives.
"baby, that's thirty!" sevika squawks, smacking your hand before you can hand the man the money."
"what? no, babe, six times five." you say, scoffing and rolling your eyes.
"six times five is thirty, baby." sevika says slowly.
you groan and bury your face in your hands, embarrassed. sevika giggles and wraps you up in a hug, handing the man four bills and kissing your scalp.
"i'm an idiot." you groan.
"sometimes, yeah." sevika agrees. you gasp and elbow her, glaring at her. sevika giggles. "but the rest of the time you're smart! and i'm usually here to help before you can get yourself into any dumb trouble..."
"whatever. you're dumb too!" you say, pointing at sevika. she laughs.
"i am not!"
"you thought i hated you for months before we started going out." you say. sevika cackles.
"i didn't get why you kept looking at me!"
"'cause you're hot!"
sevika grins. "okay, i'm a little dumb emotionally. good thing i got you to balance me out, huh?" she asks.
you grin and kiss her. "you bet your ass."
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á̤̍ â ARE YOU GOING TO THE GRAPE TEAMS PARTY TONIGHT ? ? ! !
pairing ââ¸â¸â¸ ot5 x fem!reader
genre â¸â¸â¸ smut, dark (noncon), football player txt, cheerleader reader, reader is under 21 but 18 or over (implied)
warnings ââ¸â¸â¸ txt are serial r8pists, unprotected sex, noncon, mean dom!txt, language, name calling, anal.., reader is dry (referring to her đ˝), really not much prep on certain members, reader does not enjoy this in any way, drinking, smoking, reader is a virgin but she never states that to them, the things they do to her get more and more wild as each person takes their âturnâ, possible murder allusions, suffocation, choking, oral (both), hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, gagging, riding, tummy bulge,
summary ââ¸â¸â¸ after every important football game, 5 of some of the star football players at the school pick one cheerleader to âmess withâ. the school knows them as the grape team, so clearly people know that theyâre r8pists, no? no itâs not true at all! itâs just some stupid rumors girls make up for attention! theyâre just jealous they canât be with them so they want to make them look bad and are just trying to ruin their futures. how wrong of them to do such a thing, right? theyâre just pitiful jealous whoresâŚ
your school had to be the absolute most stereotypical school from every tv show. dumb blondes, cheerleaders with big tits, football players with big dicks, nobody had a personality of their own. everybody on their knees for the star football team. as much as your school was filled with the stereotypical rich kid whoâs daddy thinks that theyâre going to be an all star athlete soon to be in the olympics, they kind of had every right to think that. your school had one of the best football teams in your whole city. it was rare that you ever heard that your school lost, it was basically unheard of. but within that big football team consists of a decently sized click. the grape team is what everyone knows them as. for really fucked up reasons too.
everyone knows them as the five sexy football players that every girl would love to get railed by, even just one of them! or you know them as the five football boys who once a year pick a cheerleader, typically the new girl on the block, to invite to their party, get her all fucked up and dizzy, bring her up to their bedroom, and fuck her so hard to the point sheâs knocked out and doesnât even remember waking up to go to school that day. but those are just rumors! come on, nobody would ruin their perfect all star record just to sleep with some bimbo cheerleader who supposedly didnât want it when they could literally have any girl they wanted with the consent part involved. these girls are just mad that they didnât want to fuck them or they didnât want to date them so they go around saying these things just to try to ruin their chances of being a star. jealousy is such an awful disease. either that or these girls got too damn drunk to remember telling them that they could fuck her.
âsheâs such a whore. iâd die to even get looked at by them.â
âwho cares if they r8ped them or not? at least youâre getting fucked by the five hottest guys in school. any girl would kill for an opportunity like that.â
âif the rumors are true, can they r8p me next? iâve been dying just to get yeonjun to even talk to meâŚâ
see! itâs really not serious. these are baseless rumors that are just a joke to people. theyâre not called the grape team because they actually r8p girls, theyâre called the grape team because itâs an inside joke between the school, duh! and plus, they donât seem to mind it. in fact, whenever anybody calls them that to their face they just laugh and smile. it clearly doesnât bother them so itâs obviously all rumors.
youâd be lying if you said they werenât cute. oh they were. but weather or not you thought the rumors were true, you donât care enough to go after these boys. itâs weird to be accused by multiple people in the first place, you donât really want tied up in all that. you had basically just joined the cheer team. you had saw them a few times over your cheer camp during practices and even in the hallway before you joined, but never interacted with them. besides staring at them thinking about how big it is, or besides having a project with a few of them! but hey, everybody has thought about it at least once, including the guys in the school.
usually every friday youâd cheer, hype up the audience, you know. and on the big game days, they always threw a huge party to celebrate. they werenât a frat but shit thatâs what it seemed like a lot of the time. practically the whole school goes. there was a rumor once that a teacher went. did she get railed too? you had never been to one because until this year, you hadnât been that involved with your peers. but everybody goes, and itâd be a nice way to fit in more, no? interact with your cheer team and get even closer and connect with the people youâre cheering for, the football team! plus, all your friends were badgering you to go, so you basically had to.
it was the end of a huge game that the team had just won and youâre chatting it up with your cheer team. people slowly start to leave as time goes on and thereâs less and less of you there. itâs silent for a few seconds after all the laughing and excitement until you hear a voice behind you.
âyouâre going, right?â
you turn around to see soobin, a member of said grape squad talking to you for the first time ever. you were a little confused so you spoke up.
âuh, going where?â
âthe party tomorrow night?â
you mentally slapped yourself in the face. duh it was about the party. but whyâs he asking you to your face? anybody can go. but you brush it off. itâs probably because you never go but now since youâre on the team itâs kind of expected.
âyeah, uhm, i planned on being there.â
âgreat. hope to see you there then.â
he gave you a light smile and then that was it. he just walked away. it felt off to you, something about his demeanor, but whatever. probably just because of how tall he is, yeesh, how does one even get that tall, it was kind of scary, especially considering the ârumorsââŚâŚbut you head home and for some reason laying in bed, you couldnât fall asleep. Itâs usually not hard after a long game..but after tossing and turning in your bed for what felt like hours, you finally fell asleep getting ready for a long day tomorrow.
â-
âsheâs coming right?â
âshe said she would.â
âsheâs gotta be the prettiest one weâre ever gonna fuck.â
âsheâs a sweet girl on the outside but probably a sick fuck on the inside. shit, by the end, iâm sure sheâll love it. they all end up wet and slutty by the end of it all.â
â
if weâre being honest, you would have forgotten about the party and skipped it if your friend hadnât literally came to your house to force you awake and get each other ready.
âwhat are you wearing?â
your friend asked. she was wearing a crop top with a short ass skirt just barely about to show her panties.
âcertainly not what youâre wearing. with that outfit youâll be the next victim of the grape team.â
you joke with her. she just scoffs before speaking up.
âany girl would be lucky to get fucked by them let alone looked at by them weather they liked it or not. so you can go ahead and sign me up!â
she said some crazy shit sometimes. no way she meant itâŚ
âiâm just gonna wear a tight fitted top and some ripped jeans, i have nobody to impress and iâm not staying long.â
she just rolled her eyes. but hey, baby steps. this was your first party after all. itâd be one to remember.
âyou donât think thereâs gonna be another rumor after this party?â
you asked. just curiosity makes you think. plus if youâre going to a party then why wouldnât you talk about the people throwing it?
âafter every big game thereâs a new rumor. itâs obviously going to happen again. if only they could make that rumor a reality for me. tch, such a disappointment..â
you roll your eyes, she said dumb things no matter how fucked up they were. you didnât agree with them but what can you do.
âweâll see what happens when we get there..â
she winks.
âbut we should head out now. we donât wanna get there super late when everybodyâs drunk and you canât even speak to someone without getting thrown up on.â
â
walking into the party was loud as fuck. how had this place not gotten a noise complaint yetâŚ? the amount of alcohol on the table and who knows what being smoked and the party quite literally had just started is crazy. drinking wasnât your thing. you werenât twenty-one and most of these people werenât either but who gives a shit itâs a party. your friend immediately ran over to a guy she saw that she thought was good looking and then you didnât know where to go. sit on the couch? go near the table full of drinks? no clue. you felt so out of place. ew. you spot some of your cheer team so you push through some people to get to them, smoke blowing on your face and you practically coughing your lungs out certainly was not fun. once you finally reached them you say hi and hug a few people and start talking.
âwow, iâm surprised you actually came. have you had a drink yet?â
you roll your eyes.
âno i have not, and no i donât plan on it. iâm the one who drove here after allâŚâ
âdrunk driving is totallyyyyyy the trend now. literally everyone youâve ever talked to has probably done it at least once. get some hunky firefighter to save you after you crash your car and have to strip you clean to treat your burns. maybe heâll fuck you just in the right spot and wake you up. who needs cpr anymore when you have a huge dick right in front of your face?â
what a wild take. but thatâs what most people at your school had. wild ass takes. but weather you disagree or not the only thing you can do is just laugh it off or be honest and give a disgusted face. after about 10 minutes of talking you feel a big ass hand lay on your shoulder for a second before lifting off. you turn around and itâs kai. it was crazy to think he was wrapped up in this grape squad shit. he seems as sweet as pie, a friendly giant you guessâŚ
âiâm glad to see you decided to come! if iâm being honest i had doubts..â
you rub the back of your neck and do a light laugh.
âiâve heard that one a lot tonight..â
you see him look back and notice the rest of their little squad standing by a small table with a few other people from the football team and just around school. he turns his head back around to you and smiles.
âhey, sorry we werenât proper party hosts and welcomed you in. especially me, this is my house after allâŚbut how about you come over there and weâll talk a little. we know everyone on the cheer team pretty well except for you after all.â
eh, what could the harm be. it was only a few steps from where you were originally at anyways. you say bye to the people you were speaking with for a little and walk over to the rest of his little frat. the conversation the guys over here were having were mainly about girls and drugs. what a topic starter.
âso, what made you decide to join the cheer team?â
someone speaks up. you couldnât see him too well despite the height until he pokes his head from behind one of his teammates. it was beomgyu. the troublemaker of the school. the class clown. he was probably the one person in the group that people didnât like as much.
âuh, i donât know. just needed something to do other than work i guess.â
they give a slight nod before they go back to their random conversation. you contemplate walking away. you were having funner with the people you actually knew after all.
âso, would you like me to grab you a drink? sorry i didnât ask before. we have vodka shots and a bunch of other alcoholic stuff if youâd like.â
kai spoke up. trying to live up to what he said before and be an amazing party host. but just because itâs a party doesnât mean you have to do illegal shit. thatâs another thing people keep asking you about.
âsorry, i donât drink. plus i drove here myself so tonight is not the night that i wanna try, aha.â
itâs much easier to mask the taste of a drug in alcohol than in something like water or juiceâŚbut you didnât know that. all you knew was that this party was not fun to you at all and that it sure was a new experience but now that youâve experienced it for a few minutes, youâre ready to go home. he tried to offer you something else to drink but you just werenât really down for it right now. youâre sure you would be soon though. all this second hand smoke blowing down into your lungs was making your throat dryer and itchier by the second. but there was one thing you needed, a bathroom. all this water on the table from spilt drinks and all the gulping of water and the faucets turning on were not helping you hold it. you were hoping you wouldnât have to ask for anything and have as little interaction with people you didnât know as possible but you certainly werenât gonna piss your pants in front of basically the whole school. they would probably be too drunk to remember, but still.
âuh kai, whereâs your bathroom?â
he smiles. people can be bubbly and happy sure, but man he seemed way too happy to be telling you where the bathroom is.
âupstairs in my room! second room on the right.â
you thank him before heading off. it was going pretty decent so far. no bad interactions, no tripping on your face, the only thing that was bad was that you were bored..but hey! once your friend quits kissing up on guys then youâll have a little bit more funâŚyou walk up kais steps and look down the hallway. âsecond room on the rightâŚâ you mumble to yourself damn this hallway was long. he was for sure a rich kid but you could tell that from the outside of his house. then again, heâs blonde, tall, plays football, and every girl wants to fuck him. itâd be a surprise if he wasnât rich. you finally find the room and surprise surprise, the size of his bed is damn near bigger than your whole bedroom size. you see a door in the corner of the room and assume it leads to the bathroom. you lock it and do your business before washing your hands and then drying them off. you open your phone to check the time. âalready twelve? sheeshâŚâ you check your notifications too. a few missed texts but eh, you could check them later. you unlock the bathroom door and there you see the whole grape squad standing in kais room. did they have to use the bathroom too? this rich ass house, they must have at least three bathrooms and you couldnât have been in there for too longâŚ
âyou really donât drink?â
taehyun speaks up. the quiet charming one that didnât even have to try to get girls to look at him. one stare and he had them like jelly in the palm of his hand.
âuh, noâŚnot my thing iâm still not twenty-one and once again, i did drive here and i donât wanna wreck my car. with my college debt i wonât get a new one until iâm at least thirtyâŚâ
you mumbled that last part. but uh, you didnât really see what drinking had to do with any of this but you didnât wanna just stand and have a silent staring contest so you just kind of scoot by going for the door before a hand grabs your wrist. yeonjun.
âif you would just be bad for once in your life, maybe youâd be able to enjoy this just a little. maybe even forget about it if you were fucked up enough and fucked out enough, but i guess now weâll never know.â
you stilled, trying to comprehend the words he had just said before he starts pushing you onto the bed. itâs pretty evident on whatâs happening so you of course go to scream but he quickly palms your mouth. he finally presses you to the bed and allows everybody to figure out what position theyâd like to take. i mean come on, nobody stood a chance against five tall ass guys who play football. you wouldâve been doomed even if you were a guy yourself. even if you had just been going against one of them you wouldnât have escaped this fate. you start trying to kick your legs from underneath him before somebody pushes them down into the bed.
âsoobin canât go first this time. everytime heâs gone first or second his dick is too big and they donât even feel the slightest bit of pleasure after and it ruins it for everybodyâŚ.â
you squeeze your eyes shut, this must be a dream right? thereâs no way this is real. sure you thought the rumors had to have some truth but even if they were completely true (which now you know, clearly they are) you wouldnât have ever expected them to go after you. but i guess it makes sense. new cheerleader just trying to fit in and wants more friends, so what does she do? says sheâs another victim of the grape squad to gain some popularity and a few new connections. it would make sense. or would you be one of the ones who didnât tell anybody? eh, didnât matter right now. all that matters is that they get their dick wet and have a new little image to imagine every time they need to get off.
âjust hold her mouth shut and hold her legs down so i can fuck her without having to deal with her kicking me in the dick or making me have to stop right when iâm about to orgasm because somebody heard her.â
from the way he was speaking, you could guess yeonjun was the leader of this shit. soobin was the leader on the football team but this wasnât football. this was âhow many girls can we r8p before we graduate??!â and it was pretty clear that yeonjun led that shit. besides taehyun, the guy was charming as fuck. seemed like prince charming. you feel the bed dip right where your head was. you open your eyes to see a beomgyu laying on his stomach, face right above yours with a sick smile on his face. yeonjun removes his hands from your mouth before beomgyu quickly replaces the empty space with his hands. He places his chin on your forehead and then gives an almost taunting kiss to it. his hands were basically holding your head still, so you couldnât really turn away from it. yeonjun then sits up on his knees on the side of your hips and puts all his body weight on your stomach while pushing your wrists to your chest.
âthis will be fun. weâve never not drugged a girl out before fucking her for hours like this. iâm curious to see how itâll go.â
he says all this with a smile on his face while looking you dead in the eyes. you hadnât noticed but kai had left the room. probably to attend to the party and not seem suspicious. most people were drunk but thereâs always a few sober people and itâs been years that theyâve been at this, they donât wanna blow their cover now. you also notice that taehyun is leaning in a chair against the wall. his pants are unzipped, he was probably gonna beat to this shit, sick bastard. and then obviously by process of elimination, soobin was holding your legs down, and strong as fuck at that. you couldnât even move it the slightest inch. you feel his chin move on your forehead as he speaks up.
âthe fun begins now. are you ready?â
he loosened his hands jussstttt a little so he could let you shake your head no before tightening them back up. you felt yeonjuns finger prodding with the buttons on your jeans and feel your pants slightly loosening as he unzips them. what makes this all the more worse is you canât even lift your fucking head to see what heâs doing.
âi havenât even done anything yet and youâre already crying. donât worry, youâll be crying a hell of a lot more by the end of the night.â
he hadnât even bothered to take ur shirt off. hadnât even bothered to prep you, nothing. you couldnât lift ur head but u could see him sitting above you and saw that sly ass look on his face as he quickly forced it in. didnât take his time at all, as if he wanted it to be as painful as possible. you quickly squeeze your eyes shut and start trying to kick your legs as hard as you can, start trying to shake your head free, try your hardest to move your wrists away but nothing works. beomgyus thumb starts wiping at the tears falling onto his hand and you hear a snicker come from him. yeonjun goes down to prep you (a little too late so not really prep..â) starts rubbing your clit in circles and almost is in shock that you or your body isnât enjoying this at all.
âfuck youâre dry as hell. stubborn, huh? let me tell you a secret,â
he leans in to your ear scarily close,
âiâd suggest you start to enjoy it or youâre in for one hell of a night. seven hours at the minimum sounds terrible if youâre not enjoying it, no?â
he says all this shit while still ramming into you, still trying to get u damp but his efforts are in vain. your friend would notice though. sheâd wonder where her ride went and theyâd say you were last seen with them. sheâd go up the stairs looking for you and find out what was going on. sheâd get help, right? or would they easily lie their way out of it. would they let you go to avoid suspicion? no. theyâre all cocky fucks who think theyâre the hottest best people in the school, theyâre not gonna let their ego fold that easily. they wonât get caught thatâ
âi can usually go longer but you are tight as fuck, you a virgin?â
you realized he finished. you felt his dick getting pulled out as painful and rough as it was forced in you. you felt something wet dripping down your thighs and you knew it wasnât from you. it was his cum dripping down. your eyes were still squeezed shut, not wanting any of them to see your teary eyes. you were so embarrassed, so violated. and even worse, you didnât want him to know you were a virgin. that this night was the night youâd always remember as your first time..
âhow was it?â
âit was amazing. might need round two later. this is so much better than just drugging them up. so much funner, so much tighter, so much squirmier.â
âyou can say that again, she almost bit my hand off..â
it was so eerie to hear them talking like this as if you werenât even here listening to them.
âhere iâm gonna go next. you take her mouth, iâll take her ass.â
you had never been fucked in general since five fucking seconds ago, but in your ass? fuck no. and when you heard him say âtake her mouthâ you knew exactly what he meant and you just wanted out of this room. beomgyu was always the sly one. the funny one. the one half of the school loved and half of the school was annoyed as fuck by and hated. clearly he liked jokes but taking your ass was a pretty fucking sick one. they tell soobin to let go of your legs and you immediately start kicking. yeonjun flips you on your stomach while beomgyu lets go of your mouth. you hadnât even gotten the chance to scream, your face immediately getting slammed into the sweaty mattress. beomgyu swiftly grabs your wrists, now uncomfortably forced behind your back in one hand and yeonjun is sitting up in front of your face on his knees with his dick still out of his pants. he forces your head up by grabbing a fist full of your hair. you wanted to scream immediately but the threatening look on his face made you not wanna test him. but also you knew as soon as you opened your mouth what would happen. heâd shove it in there without a care in the world just like he did your pussy. he stares into your eyes for a good second before speaking up.
âoh look at all those tears. youâll be crying a lot more when ur choking on my dick. open up.â
you tried forcing your head to look the other way but he only squeezed your hair even tighter. he holds his dick in one hand and starts trying to force it through your tightly squeezed lips. as if almost on cue beomgyu forces his dick in you pretty little ass. slower than when yeonjun fucked you, but still too fast for your liking. that made you open your mouth to scream in pain, but it was quickly muffled by his dick. beomgyu was showing you some sort of mercy, but only because he needed to get used to how fucking tight you were and how much your ass was pulling him in. you realized that your feet were still free so you start kicking at his back trying to squirm free. ultimately, that made your head move a little further down yeonjuns dick and you gagged so fucking hard, you thought you would throw up. he quickly pulled the air through his teeth on that one holding in a grunt.
âi love to feel a struggle it only makes me even harder. go ahead and bruise up my back with your kicks, i love it soâfuck-muchâ
so they didnât just forget to hold your legs down but it was for beomgyus sick pleasure too. it was futile anyways. it only got him off more and even if you had heels on and stuck the heel through his back heâd only keep thrusting even harder into you.
âyou better hold your mouth open as wide as you can, if you fucking bite my dick i swear to god itâs over for youâ
you never heard of any missing people or dead people at your school from the grape team or just in general but you didnât know what he meant and you didnât wanna take any chances. he quickly grips your hair even harder and pushes it as far back as he can. feeling your throat tighten and gag and cough up on his dick, he couldnât help but groan. it hurt so so bad. feeling your ass being pounded and feeling like youâre about to throw up all over his bed from the amount of gagging youâre doing. you donât even wanna know what theyâd do or say if you threw up. you try to squirm your wrists free, try to kick even harder but beomgyu only squeezes your wrists tighter, you only feel his cock twitch more at the kicking, and when you try to turn your head you only feel your scalp burning more and as if heâs about to rip out a huge chunk of your hair. you feel him shoot his cum down your throat and you immediately start trying to spit it out while his dick is still in your mouth. you canât even focus on that though because you still have this sadistic fuck ramming into you and grabbing ur ass every few seconds, gripping his nails into it.
âdonât waste it all. you know itâs an honor that weâre even doing this to you. show us some respect.â
respect? an honor? was he joking? he takes his dick out of ur mouth before he slams your face right into the mattress. you couldnât breathe, couldnât scream, couldnât struggle because your hair was still in a tight grip, couldnât do anything but hope he let you go before you suffocated. you feel beomgyu pause before groaning loudly and finally pulling out. he did it slowly, almost teasingly, but he did it. and when he did yeonjun finally let you breathe. the only thing you could do was gasp for air and let out a few sobs. you couldnât even scream for help you were so out of breath.
âpleaseâstop-â
you were about to sob out loud. you were barely even able to get those two words out. tripping over your words. snot running down your nose and tears staining your face. no sense of privacy besides the fact that they still hadnât taken off your shirt and your jeans were stuck just above your knees. even though nobody was holding your legs down it still made it difficult. you wrists still in beomgyus tight grip.
âdoes it really matter if she screams? everybodyâs probably blackout drunk by now.â
taehyun speaks up. itâs the first thing heâs said since this whole ordeal started. heâs just been sitting in the corner getting off to this fucked up shit. you could hear his small groans and curses every once in a while but itâs hard to focus on so many things at once in a situation like this. but what if he was right? what if you screamed and nobody heard it? what if you screamed and somebody heard but they just didnât care..
âthe party is loud as hell. unless she screams fucking crazy nobody should hear.â
you wanted to scream but you also didnât want to give them what they wanted. they wanted to hear you scream. youâd just been sobbing and saying small ows under the palm of beomgyus hand earlier. you hadnât had any moans of pleasure at all. but they didnât care, they were here for themselves, not you. yeonjun grabbed your chin and forced you to kiss him. you had no hands to push him away and he held your head perfectly still. he finally leaned away after what felt like forever even though it was probably only ten seconds.
âiâm gonna go down with kai, iâll be back before the fun part.â
the fun partâŚ? you didnât wanna know. that evil smirk on yeonjuns face and the uncomfortable silence in the room spoke volumes though. you hear the door open and shut. you feel beomgyu let go of your wrists and you immediately sit up. at the end of the bed you just see three faces staring, piercing right into your eyes. you immediately go to pulling up your jeans and your panties before two strong hands grip both of your wrists. you slowly look up only to see taehyun staring intensely at you. as if daring you to move. he quickly pushes your chest down and you start yelling at him to get off of you.
âget off of me you asshole!â
you were pulling his hair and smacking him and you could tell he was getting frustrated. he rolls the front of your shirt up trying to get a view of your chest. finally starting to strip you clean of everything.
âdoes he haveâshitthisfuckingbitchâ scissors somewhere?â
he finally got sick of your antics and landed a clean slap on your face and you finally let go of his hair. you go to scream and he only slaps you again. he stared at your now red face and looked at you dead in your face. he was telling you to go ahead and do something else using his eyes. you didnât wanna know how else heâd hurt you. someone finally hands him scissors and you try to push yourself up before he can cut your shirt. he puts one hand on your waist to hold you in place and one hand presses the tip of the scissors right into your collarbone.
âif you move youâll get cut and it wonât be my fault, so iâd suggest you quit being so whiney and just be an obedient fucking whore.â
you still quickly. taehyun had to be the scariest to you. he didnât speak much he just went straight in and tried to avoid as much talking as he could. he just wanted to get what he took you for and go on with his day. he cut your shirt off and then he goes to cut your bra off, but he quickly realizes he canât because itâs a wired bra and he couldnât cut through it. he puts the scissors to the side and sits up on top of you.
âtake your bra off.â
youâre confused at what he just said and just lay there trying to cover up your chest.
â..whatâŚ?â
âsit up and take your bra off.â
his stare was going to be the death of you. you slowly sat up but you just looked down at your bare legs with tears streaming down your face. it was humiliating enough for him to cut up your shirt but to make you take your own bra off to get r8ped by him? it wouldâve been less embarrassing if he did it himself.
âi said take it off. iâm not going to do it for you. i could always do more than a slap. and the scissors are right here.â
your start sniffling and choking on your sobs from trying not to sob outloud and give them the satisfaction. in the corner of your eyes you can see soobin getting even harder (if that was even possible) and beomgyu standing there about to unzip his pants again and start jacking off right there.
âdonât make me tell you again.â
you start un-clipping your bra as slow as you can. you slowly take the straps off your arms and slowly let the bra drop to your thighs. the only bit of coverage that you had now. he quickly throws it to the floor and pushes you back down. he starts pinching your nipples and swirling his tongue around them. you try pushing his head away but he just bites your nipple causing you to yelp. he moves away and towers over you once again. you see his hand start to move lower and he quickly starts fingering you with two fingers. you quickly go from hugging your chest to pushing against his and yelling at him to stop.
âdamn youâre still barely wet? at least itâs getting there. i really donât even need to do this. yeonjun already fucked you here so itâs ready for me but iâm choosing to be nice. do you think iâm nice?â
you quickly shake your head no and he just scoffs with a smirk. you finally decide to scream for help and all he does is take the fingers that were fucking you and forces them in your mouth and down your throat. he starts moving them around and it causes you to gag over and over.
âshould i make you throw up? make you clean up the mess with your tongue while i fuck your ass?â
you only gag more around his fingers with tears spewing out your eyes before he finally pulls them out and you have a coughing fit. too busy coughing and wiping your face, you failed to notice that he already had his dick out and was rubbing the tip against your entrance. finally slightly wet, but still not wet enough where it would go in smoothly.
âwait wait wait! please donât..!â
he just laughs.
âwhat? you donât want me to?â
you mumble some noâs just barely audible to him.
âok then, you can do it.â
confused, he grabs your hips with both hands and drags your body all the way onto his dick. you quickly wince at the feeling of being so full and once again go to trying to push him off of you. the only thing he does is grab your neck with his hand and start putting pressure and squeezing, successfully blocking your air flow. you start scratching at his arms and he just throws his head back while still thrusting into you. the sweat causing his hair to stick to his face. you go to kick at him but realize that when you flail your legs more into different positions that the feeling of him only gets worse so you just keep your legs still. however, you were still scratching at his arms, afraid you were gonna pass out and then theyâd do who knows what else to you. he started to squeeze tighter and you finally started fearing for your life. trying to open your mouth to beg him to stop but no words came out.
âquit âshit-fighting me and iâll let u-fuck!âiâll let you breathe.â
not even having a second thought you let your hands drop to your sides and he finally lets go. you just turn your head to the side, trying to force it into the pillow to silently cry as he finishes up. he grabs your chin, and you flinch thinking heâs about to choke you again, but he just turns your chin to face him and he speaks up.
âi want you to look me in the eyes as i finish or iâm gonna make sure this whole thing for you lasts way longer than planned.â
of course he was probably lying but you didnât want to take the chance. you hear the door open while he continues to look you in the eyes and thrust into you but you canât even check to see who came in because you didnât want to look away. you didnât wanna take any chances. but once you see his eyes squeeze shut and him throw his face forward and feel the same dripping sensation out of your pussy that youâve felt the whole night, you know heâs done. he slowly pulls out just to tease you before shaking a bit of his cum onto your legs and on your stomach before moving over. it was kai who had come back to the room, staring at you in awe.
âsheâs still awake? and i missed all the fun?â
taehyun scoffs at him.
âthe no drugs is so much better than what weâve ever done before. come get a taste for yourself.â
he was speaking as if you were some meal waiting to get eaten. it was gross. it was sickening that nobody there probably even saw you as a human. kai always was and seemed to be the nicest out of them all. he was the most approachable, the most helpful, the easiest one to talk to and do projects with besides soobin. it was weird to see him staring over you with this hungered look on his eyes but he still had this oh so soft smile on his face. it made you conflicted and made you genuinely upset. hurting kai, although he was never close to you, just seemed so much more terrible than if you were to hurt taehyun. he slowly starts to crawl on top of you, one hand on his pant zipper and the other caging you in.
âyou look stunning right now. even with your tears. i would love to see your pretty smile, iâve seen it at school. oh to see you smile in this state. i think iâd die..â
he takes his thumb and wipes your tears. you grab his wrist with one hand and looked him in the eyes, begging him with your eyes to stop. but he only smiled and pulled your hand to his face, closing his eyes. it was as if he was trying to make this situation seem like a consensual thing between the two of you. he pushed you down to your back and layed completely on top of you while still holding your one wrist to the side. he was ten folds heavier than you so it made it kind of difficult to breathe. he pressed his face into the crook of your neck and just laid there for a little, just letting you hear him breathing down your neck. you finally feel his arm move to mess with his pant zipper and you start to try to move away from him but he just glides the back of his hand across your face with one hand, now looking you in the eyes, and taking his dick out his pants with the other. you could feel his tip align to your entrance and you finally gather the strength to speak. although itâs hard considering all his weight is pressing down on you.
âkai, please donââ
he just presses down even more on you and he kisses you. but not just for a second, he keeps kissing you to keep your mouth shut. whenever you moved your head to the side he moved his head with you. he was not breaking from the kiss anytime soon. as he was doing this you felt his dick finally push in. your eyes widened and your mouth opened with a gasp which he quickly took advantage of by pushing his tongue in your mouth. no matter how many times youâd experienced getting fucked tonight, it got no easier. no less painful. you finally had gotten a little âslickerâ down there too. the way kai was handling this just made your body feel so conflicted. but donât get it confused, you still wanted him off of you. still wanted him out of you. heâs making slow movements in you, not really thrusting, but heâs still getting into it, just slowly. you start trying to hit his back and trying to push his face away but he only moved his other arm and grabbed your arms one at a time and forced them to stay locked around his neck. if anybody were to walk in and see you in this position, they wouldnât even know that you didnât want it. they would never know that he was r8ping you. it would just look like a loving couple having sex. every so often heâd let go of the kiss to breathe for 5 seconds before going back in. he uses one of his legs to move one of your legs so that he could feel you better. this was the only time tonight you felt good and you hated it. it was only his leg holding your leg down and you still could barely move it away and kick. you start trying to squirm even more as it feels better and better. he pulls away from the kiss again and pushes his forehead against yours breathing heavily.
âdoes it feel good finally? i can tell. yeonjun said you were dry but look how wet you are right now. did you just need a little more love? were they mean?â
you just started tearing up and crying more, your arms stuck around his neck and him drawing out these slow movements in you.
âplease i just wanna âow âgo home, nobody will believe me anyways justâagh- let me go.â
you were pleading with him. he was probably the most sane person here, the safest person here to try to reason with.
âbut i justâaghshitshitâ love this, love you so much..i love how you feel, i love how you look,â
he leans in close to your ear and whispers to you.
âafter tonight, we should keep talking, yeah? maybe date, maybe just let me keep fucking you like this. iâve never enjoyed one of these nights more than this..â
more? of this? even if it was just him fuck no. you just shake your head no but he just presses a kiss into you again. your legs start to shake a little and you can feel him smile against your lips. he speeds up a little more and you hear him groan. you feel the vibration of his groan spread through your chest and through your lips before the same warm feeling in your pussy comes back. the same substance coming out. you felt disgusting. you felt like some prostitute cum dump off of the street. this was absolutely humiliating. he just lays their still for a few more seconds, leaving his dick in you, holding the kiss between the two of you before he finally allows you to breathe and finally pulls out. how long has it been? how much longer would they keep going? how much longer until they got bored of you and let you go home? you didnât know. you wanted nothing more than to hug your blanket and just go to sleep and forget this all happened. but this was a night to remember for all of them and for you. he finally climbs off of you and sits at the edge of the bed swaying his feet a little like a giggly child.
âone more until we get to the fun part. soobin!â
beomgyu yelled that across the room. he sounded so happy and you hated it. you had forgotten there were five of them, and now you knew even after soobin would go, there was apparently more to go on. you just wanted to close your eyes and think about anything else, imagine anything else, but you knew they wouldnât let you. kai stands up and comes to the side of the bed and stands you up onto the floor. good thing he was holding you up because if he wasnât you probably would have collapsed to the ground. soobin, dick already out crawls onto the bed and lays on his back and kai sets you right in front of his dick. hard as a rock sticking straight up in the air.
âyouâre gonna ride him.â
you pause and just sit there. no you werenât. youâno. just no! but kai lifts you up by your shoulders and hovers your pussy right over soobins dick and slowly lowers you onto it. how do you even get out of this one? theyâre not gonna let you lift yourself off of him, hitting him will do nothing, and you literally canât kick your legs. even if you could, it wouldnât do anything. you just squeeze your eyes shut before kai quickly lets go and you quickly put both of your arms on soobins chest but itâs too late and heâs already balls deep in you. you swear you can feel his imprint in your stomach and he clearly sees it too because he reaches his hand out to touch your stomach and feel. soobin was quiet. he didnât say much in class but he always came across nice. helped when he could, smiled almost always, very calm, just overall not bad to be around. in a situation like this you almost wish heâd say something.
âhave you ever rode before? or is it just mine you stay still for..â
he mumbled the last part, but you still heard him. you refused to answer, you didnât want to give any of them a hint that this was your first time.
âiâll help you, help me.â
you didnât know what he meant but he grabbed both sides of your hip and easily lifts you up and down on his dick. it was as if you were his own personal alive little flesh light. it was easy for him too, didnât give him any added difficulty. his chest just gets wetter and wetter, your tears falling like a waterfall onto it. his abs glistening despite the dark room. you tried to push his hands away and lift yourself up off of him but you were only helping him more and his hands only dug into your hips even more. he wasnât going to let you just pull yourself off him so you easily.
âyouâre taking me soâshitâso so so well.â
âyou feel soâso good-ahhâso good around me babyâah fuck-â
he was clearly hungry because even after you felt him cum, he still kept going, his balls smacking against your ass, him going from fast to slow. he finally stops completely, now just letting you sit there and squirm on his dick, getting him off more and more. you started doing it unintentionally, it was just so uncomfortable but clearly not for him, you could hear his soft groans. he moves one hand from your hip to your ass and squeezes which causes you to jump up on his dick and you could feel it pulse in you. he just starts to rub it more before he slowly moves towards your clit. he grabs some slick from it which causes you to shiver, making him curse under you. his fingers now coated, he moves to your pretty pink asshole. he circles his finger around it a little before pushing a finger inside abruptly which caused you to leans forward and jump up before sliding back down onto his dick. you could feel his dick twitch so much in you and it just made your body even more uncomfortable that it caused it to jump up again. you started shaking a little so your body naturally starts riding his dick a little, no matter how much you tried to hold yourself down. soobin starts spewing nonsense before he finally cums again in you. somebody, kai you soon see, lifts you up off of soobin and pulls you into his lap as he holds onto your tummy.
âi saw all that. you couldnât have been that wet when it was my turn?â
you only just now noticed that yeonjun was in the room. guess over the tears, adrenaline and pain, you hadnât noticed he came in.
âyou all got your turn, all got what you wanted-â
you pause to sniffle and choke on a sob,
âjust let me go now please.â
they were silently laughing at you, you could tell. there was nothing funny about any of this. why keep you here any longer if they all got a piece? to torture you?
âitâs only two in the morning sweetheart, we still have until at least seven in the morning. so at least four more hours.â
kai presses his chin in the crook of your neck. you felt sick to your stomach. at least four more hoursâŚmaybe letting yourself throw up on their dicks wouldnât have been such a bad idea.
âand you know whatâs next?â
you didnât look up, but you knew it was yeonjun speaking by the cocky ass tone. you could almost hear the smirk he definitely had on his face through his voice.
âan actual gangbang. all five of us on you, in you, touching you, at the same time.â
now you wish you had taken the alcohol. you wish you wouldâve just broken the law for once. risked getting in a wreck and getting a dui, risked waking up delirious and sick. you wished every time they suffocated, every time that they choked you that you wouldâve just passed out, but they werenât going to let you take the easy way out. five hours of every hole getting stretched, your dignity, every sliver of confidence that you ever had removed in a single night.
âyouâre just gonna be just another jealous little whore trying to ruin all of our careers with a stupid rumor. how mean of you, weâd never do such a terrible thing, right? itâs impossible, crazy even.â
âright?â
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Retraining
Ashton Inspirion was one of those guys who never got out. He lived in a different worldâŚthe virtual world. He was always gaming, tinkering with his computer, isolated from the rest of school.
Virtual learning suited him, so he signed up for a class called 'Retraining'. He thought it'd be an easy CS course, especially since it was filled with a bunch of ditzy Sigma Lambda Tau sorority girls. It was different that he expected. More of a virtual reality concept where he had to create and develop a model.
All the other girls in class were building hot bimbo models. So Ashton thought he'd try it. He built up his online wardrobe with pink, tight fitting clothes. Changed his hair to be long and blonde. Even discovered how to hack the NSFW settings and give himself the biggest set of fake tits and lips that seemed possible.
The other girls LOVED him for that and started sharing tips and tricks. Ashton had never had friendsâŚlet alone BFFsâŚand started to really get into the role. Spending more time in the game than any before. Really focusing on making 'Ashli' dim and ditzy and doll-like.
He found it easier the deeper it got into the system. Controlling his character using a full-body VR set built by SluTech that was a required part of the course. Using voice inputs to say 'Um' and 'Like' a lot for a valley-girl speech pattern. Walking with a wiggle and arms akimbo to get the perfect bimbo gait down. It became easier to develop Ashli by just being Ashli.
Little did the student know all-consuming the course really was. Outside the game, VR headset finally taken off her long blonde hair, Ashli 'AI' Insipid stared blankly at a screen. She was pretty sure she had logged out. But she was staring at her character. The plump, pouty pink lips. The cute pink top. The dumb ditzy look. Was this the gameâŚor real life?
The truth was too much for the dumbed down doll to process. The virtual model was a role model for how she transformed. Her big fake tits were now real. She had been reprogrammed, turned into her perfect image.
Even if she could comprehend the changes, it didn't matter. All Ashli cared about was that she was late to meet her BFFs! So instead of slipping on the headset, she slipped on a cute skirt and some stripper heels, and trotted over to SLT with a wiggle and a giggle. Just like she had been retrained.
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Ok so we know how the Cowboy yan reacts to an indifferent city girl readerâŚBUTâŚ
Howâd he react and handle a reader whoâs a bit of a ditzy bimbo in the best way possible? (Think of Marilyn Monroeâs character from, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, if youâve ever seen the movie. I really recommend it!)
Yandere cowboy x bimbo. reader
If reader was the stereotypical dumb, pretty girl, the cowboy would find it very endearing. Heâs not the smartest one of the bunch himself, so heâd think itâs cute. If it was the other way around and reader being insanely intelligent, heâd still love them and tell her how sexy he finds it. However, he probably wouldnât be able to help feeling unworthy since heâs more brawn than brain.
The cowboy would make it his responsibility to protect reader(he would no matter what but especially in this case). Sheâs too careless: trusting anyone who throws her a smile! Itâs not safe. Reader is pretty too, so thereâs a big chance some creep will become obsessed with her and stalk her. The cowboy doesnât trust her to notice someone hiding in the bushes on her way home, following her every step. Of course he had to make sure sheâs safe by walking at a safe distance behind her whenever she went home alone. Only so sheâ safe, though. Not so he can drag his gaze over her form and imagine sinful fantasies involving both of them. And especially not so he can linger outside the bedroom window until the sun starts to rise.
It wouldnât take long for him to start manipulating his darling. Every day there would be speeches on how only he truly cares for her, how everyone else tries to take advantage of her, of how she needs him.
If bimbo reader told the cowboy she had to leave the village and go back to the city, he would immediately convince her itâs not a good idea. From all the previous conversations, he has picked up enough information about her friends to come up with unlikely scenarios. Heâll say that theyâre not her friends and that theyâre obviously just pretending. From her stories about them, itâs clear that they treat her awfully. Why would she go back?
If that doesnât work, the cowboy will activate the water work.
The poor, kindhearted bimbo reader canât abandon someone so pitiful. The way he sobs and begs her to stay is seriously tugging on her heart strings.
In all, he wouldnât treat her so differently compared to indifferent reader, except that heâs a bit more protective and thinks sheâs naive and therefore need him. I mean, heâd think she needs him not matter what but this is in a more practical way. The cowboy would do everything for bimbo reader. Need some water? Heâs getting a glass from the cupboard right now. Need to change the lightbulb? Heâs the best at changing lightbulbs! You want some flowers in your garden? Heâs out in the field plucking wild flowers and will even replant them for you.
With (for example) the indifferent reader, he would recognise that she wants to do things on her own and let her.
Not with bimbo reader though. She is too sweet, she might accidentally hurt herself.
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Bubblegum Bitch (Rafe Cameron x Reader)
Warnings: NON-CON, attempted sexual assault, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader, underage drinking
⼠banner by @vase-of-liliesâ ââ
summary: ...because youâre just too dumb to look out for yourself, Rafe takes matters into his own hands.
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You hung onto Sarah as she helped you into her house, your ankle screaming in protest with every movement. You were thinking that maybe you shouldâve listened to the blonde when she told you not to climb so high on the rock, but the sunset was too pretty, and you wanted to get the perfect picture. As much as your ankle was hurting, it was kind of worth it.
âOkay, sit here, and Iâll get some ice,â Sarah told you, depositing you on her couch.
âOkay!â you chirped, distracted as you flipped through your phone to study the pictures you took. âThey came out so pretty!â
You showed Sarah as she neared, and she sent you a warm smile, a soft chuckle escaping her.
âYeah, but next time, letâs come up with a less dangerous way to get the pictures,â she advised, bag of ice in hand.
You hissed a bit when the cold touched your skin, relaxing as it started to soothe the ache.
âYour mom would kill me if you got seriously hurt again.â
You knew what Sarah was referring to, of course.
That one time you were at a bonfire and leaned too far over to roast the marshmallows, something that took forever for that particular part of your hair to grow back from. Or that time you werenât paying attention while dipping some punch at a party, and the glass bowl holding it all fell all over you, shallow cuts adorning your feet for weeks. Your face fell some as you thought about how mad your mom had been at Sarah for not looking out for you better.
It didnât seem fair to you.
Itâs not like you were some kid who couldnât do anything right.
âItâs just a sprainâŚI think,â you added, shrugging. âShe doesnât have to know.â
Sarah gave you a look at that, and just then, movement on the stairs caught your attention.
You looked up, eyes landing on a familiar face, and you smiled at the sight of him. Sarahâs brother Rafe was someone you mostly saw in passing. Sometimes you found yourself interacting with him, offering him some of your fries to which heâd dryly decline, or the odd occasion where you were in his way, hurrying to move at the mean sneer on his face. Rafe always seemed to be in a bad mood when you were around, and because Sarah assured you he was just like that, you always tried your best to cheer him up.
âHey, Rafe,â you called.
Sarah looked over her shoulder at the sound of your voice, huffing to herself. She rolled her eyes as she turned back around, and you blinked at him when he didnât return your smile. You watched him sigh, ignoring as you he asked Sarah where their parents were.
âOut,â the younger girl quickly replied.
You watched Rafe throw her a look at that before his gaze landed on you again.
âAny reason why sheâs here?â he asked, and your brows drew together.
Something about his tone didnât make you feel good, but you brushed it aside when Sarah just shook her head, quietly telling you to ignore him.
âI do,â she said, standing to her feet. âIâm going to get something to wrap it.â
You smiled at her as she hurried upstairs, and when you looked over, you found Rafeâs gaze on you as he leaned against the kitchen counter. You noticed that he stared at you a lot, especially when Sarah wasnât around, and you didnât know why. You watched his blue eyes fall to your ankle where you held the ice, and he brought the beer in his hand up to his lips.
âWhat happened?â he mumbled around the neck. âTry to walk and chew gum at the same time?â
You blinked, frowning a bit just as he chuckled.
âNo?â you replied, confused by the odd comment. âI was taking pictures of the sunset, and I needed to get on some rocks to get a good pictureâŚâ
You trailed off when he started to laugh, shaking his head at you.
âOf course, you were,â he slowly commented. âI donât even know why I asked.â
You didnât know what to say to that, and you chewed on your lip, glancing away as he continued to eye you.
âAre you going to Topperâs party, tonight? Iâm going with Sarah,â you tried to change the subject, smiling at him.
Rafe stared at you in silence for a while, strangely and with a frown on his face. After some time, he scoffed, pushing himself away from the counter, looking at you from beneath his lashes.
âHeâs kind of my best friend, Y/N,â he slowly said. âWhy wouldnât I?â
You shuddered at the sound of your name coming from his lips. He always had a way of saying it that made you feelâŚuneasy. It was like when you drank just enough to feel bad but not enough to ignore it. Your chuckle was light, not thinking of that for some reason, and you nodded.
âThat makes sense.â
Rafe was nearing the stairs just as Sarah reappeared at the top of them, and he kept his gaze on you for as long as possible.
âYou should probably stay home though,â he threw over his shoulder. âWe wouldnât want you to fall in a hole somewhere after youâve had too much to drink.â
Your friend hissed his name as she passed him, a deep frown on her face, but Rafe only chuckled to himself. Again, the comment had your mind wandering in confusion. Topperâs mom kept their yard to perfection, and there wasnât a patch of uneven grass, let alone any holes. Sarah heavily sighed as she neared you with some gauze, mumbling to herself.
âHeâs such an ass,â she voiced. âSeriously, just ignore him.â
That was what she always told you, but it was kind of hard to do. Rafe had a way of stealing your attention sometimes whether you wanted to give it or not, and it wasnât just because he was pretty. He was so different from Sarah, and you guessed he fascinated you in a way. Always so grumpy and unhappy, and it seemed like no matter how much you tried to cheer him up or at least get a smile out of him, it never worked.
âŚand you didnât know why.
âDonât sweat it so much,â Kelce chuckled later that night. âRafe is Rafe.â
He smiled at you, flicking your chin, and making you join him. Two of his friends were with him, Topper glued to Sarahâs side, and Rafe nowhere to be found. You didnât remember their names, although you were sure youâd met them before. Their faces did look familiar, after all, and you felt bad about not being able to place them.
They didnât seem to care much though as they returned your smile.
âThatâs a cute dress,â one of them said, reaching out and pulling on the end. âYou always wear the cutest stuff though.â
âIsnât it?â you added, spinning around and making the skirt fly up a bit. âSarah picked it out!â
âSarah has great taste,â the other told you, eyes looking over you and admiring the dress.
You imagined he liked the color just as much as you did, and you started telling him about how it was the last one, and Sarah had to almost fight some lady for it. You were taking a sip of your drink when you took a step back, bumping into someone, and you jerked when the cold liquid spilled onto you. You gasped in shock, more than grateful when Kelce grabbed a napkin and started dabbing at the fabric.
âI got it,â you told him, reaching for it instead, but he smiled at you, insisting.
However, another hand came between you and snatched the napkin away. You blinked in shock, looking up just as Rafeâs other hand grabbed your arm, starting to pull you away.
âHey, Rafe,â Kelce nervously chuckled. âWe were just⌠She had an accident soâŚâ
He trailed off, and you looked between him and Rafe as the blond pulled you away. He gave Kelce a look that you couldnât place, the other guy and his friends sort of shrinking in on themselves.
âUh huh,â was all Rafe said, and you stumbled with him in confusion as he led you away.
âWhat are you doing? Is it Sarah?â
Rafe softly chuckled to himself at that, shaking his head.
âIs it Sarah,â he mumbled, sounding more like a statement. âNo, itâs not Sarah.â
He roughly let you go, making you stumble, and you frowned as he threw the napkin at you.
âHere,â he spat, huffing to himself as he looked you over. âClean yourself up.â
You slowly did as he said, carefully watching him as he watched you, jaw clenching and eyes hard. There was that sour feeling again. Here you were, at a party and surrounded by so many people, but it strangely felt like you and Rafe were the only ones in the room. There was an uneasy feeling in your chest, and you bit your lip.
âAre youâŚare you mad at me?â you nervously asked.
It was a silly thing to ask because why would Rafe be mad at you? However, his rough treatment wasnât like him. In fact, you couldnât ever remember a time where Rafe had so much as touched you. The look he gave you was enough to curdle milk, and when he sighed, your shoulders drooped in relief.
âNah,â he drawled, lips pressed together as his eyes met yours. âWho could be mad at you? Thatâd be like getting mad at a child.â
You blinked, but before you could ask him what he meant, he gruffly told you to find Sarah and stay out of trouble. You frowned a bit, still wiping at your dress as you slowly turned and did as he said. When you looked over your shoulder, Rafe was still watching you, and you guessed he wanted to make sure you found Sarah okay.
ââŚandâŚjust what are you doing?â
You straightened a bit, pushing yourself to your knees as you looked up to find Rafe looking down at you. His face was pinched as he studied you, and you grinned at him, hands resting on your thighs.
âHey, Rafe!â you suddenly remembered that heâd asked you something. âMy phone fell under the couch.â
You gestured to the piece of furniture, and you were just about to bend over again when Rafe reached down to grab your arm, pulling you to your feet. You eyed him as he did the same to you before taking your place. You crossed your arms over your chest, watching him, and your confusion at his strange attitude disappeared when he reemerged with your phone. A delighted gasp left you as you reached for it, pausing when Rafe held it out of reach.
âYou know, I think youâd lose your head if it wasnât attached to your body.â
That was something your mom said often too. His eyes looked between yours, and you swallowed when he moved closer. His chest brushed against yours, and your heart raced.
âThanks for getting it for me,â you finally said, reaching for it again to no avail.
Confusion filled you.
âIf I give it to you, what will you give me?â he murmured, and you blinked, brows raising a bit.
âWellâŚwhat do you want?â
Rafe only rolled his eyes at that, chuckling before dropping your phone in your hand. You held it to you just as he moved, and you were startled by the feel of him reaching down and pulling on the end of your skirt, pulling it down some. You hadnât even noticed that it had ridden up, and you looked at him with a smile, thanking him.
âWhereâs Sarah?â he suddenly wondered, plopping down on the same couch youâd just been searching under.
âShe said she was on her way, but I think sheâs still with Topper.â
You watched Rafeâs blue gaze linger on your legs, and you looked down, fearful that youâd scratched yourself or something in your search for your phone. When you didnât find anything, your eyes met Rafeâs when you looked up, and you watched the corner of his mouth curve upwards.
âYouâre too nice, you know that?â
âMe?â you laughed. âI donât think so. No nicer than anyone else.â
Rafe snorted at that, and you moved to sit down next to him as you waited for Sarah.
âIf it wasnât for Sarah, so many people on this island would eat you alive, you know.â
You didnât understand what he meant by that, frowning, and that just seemed to amuse Rafe more. He didnât elaborate either, opting to run his eyes over you instead, and when they landed on your skirt, he reached over to pull it down where it had ridden up some again. You softly thanked him, and he pointed at you at that, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.
âThat,â he said, shaking his head. âThat is exactly what Iâm talking about.â
You curiously eyed him as he stood just as you heard a vehicle in the yard.
âYou shouldnât be thanking me for something like that,â he told you with an unreadable smile. âI might take it the wrong way.â
You watched Rafeâs back as he made his way towards the stairs, only looking away when Sarah rushed in, repeatedly apologizing.
Rafe always said things like that to you, things you didnât quite understand. To be fair, there were a lot of things you didnât understand, but especially the things Rafe seemed to say. Why wouldnât you thank him for making sure your skirt was pulled down? Why would he take that the wrong way? In what way?
When youâd brought it up to Sarah one day, sheâd merely scoffed and called him a sick pervert before apologizing again for leaving you alone with him.
âHeâs soâŚsleazy, sometimes, you know?â
You didnât know, actually. Outside of his mood swings, Rafe was at least respectful to you. At least, you felt like he was, but Sarah talked about her brother like he was the scum of the earth or something. You watched her as she sprawled over her bed, eyes trained on the ceiling.
âOne minute, I swear he canât stand you and then the next itâs like heâs too into what youâre up to.â
You frowned at that, this being news to you, and Sarah seemed to realize what she said. She sighed, pushing herself onto her stomach, and your eyes met hers.
âRafe doesnât like meâŚ?â
You werenât surprised by how much it hurt to hear. Rafe was your best friendâs brother, after all, and while you two werenât friends, youâd never been anything but nice to him. You always tried to offer him things and ask how he was and smile at him whenever you saw him.
âItâs not that he doesnât like you,â she confessed, throwing you a sympathetic glance. âHe just doesnât think the best of you.â
You deflated some, frowning as you tried to remember if heâd ever said anything to you that you missed.
âItâs why I hate when he comes around when youâre around. Heâs always being an asshole, but donât take it too personal, okay? Heâs an asshole to almost everyone.â
Youâd heard that before, but still. Youâd never done anything to Rafe, and hearing this made you a little sad because Sarah didnât even say why he didnât like you. You sat there, feeling stumped and second guessing everything. Rafe said funny things sometimes at how much pink you wore, or heâd shake his head when some jokes had to be explained to you, and he certainly seemed to get annoyed when he came downstairs to find you bending over in the fridge.
Sarah had assured you though that Rafe was just like that.
When you found yourself at another party, you did your best to stay out of his way. You didnât want to upset him anymore than you already had, even though you didnât know how youâd done it. You were with one of Topperâs friends that youâd seen in passing, giggling and struggling to stand with every second that passed. As you finished the last of your drink, he quickly poured you some more, and you pressed your hand to your mouth to keep from burping.
âSarahâs going to have to carry me home,â you told him, your words coming out more jumbled together than youâd intended.
He laughed at you, an arm snaking around your waist to help you stand. You eyed his dark hair, smiling at how it contrasted with his light eyes.
âI can take you home whenever youâre ready,â he offered, and you felt yourself perk up.
âReally? Oh my God, thank you,â you sighed out. âI always feel so bad when Sarah has to look out for me.â
His pink lips pulled into a smile, and you returned it. It felt like his hand on your waist was the only thing keeping you up, and you leaned into him, feeling beyond grateful.
âYou should probably finish your drink before we go though,â he suggested, and you nodded.
He was so nice to get you another, and you didnât want it to go to waste. He helped you put one foot in front of the other as he led you across the beach and in between the bodies. You stumbled a few times, and you thanked him each time he kept you from falling flat on your face. You asked him how he knew Topper, and when he told you they went to school together, you smacked your forehead.
Almost everyone here went to what some people dubbed as Kook Academy.
âDuh,â you giggled, shaking your head.
You were just about to ask him which car was his when you were ripped away from him. Your eyes widened in shock, and you dropped what was left of your drink as you tripped over your feet. It took you a moment to realize what was going on, and when you glanced up, you smiled at the sight of Rafe. Youâd been trying to avoid him for his sake, but you were always happy to see the blond.
âHi, Rafe!â
He wasnât looking at you, one hand on your arm and the other pushing against the chest of your new friend. You frowned in confusion as you took in the scene, realizing they didnât look so friendly, and you noted this was the first time youâd seen Rafe really mad before.
âWhat the hell, bro?â
You watched Rafe shove him away, the other guy almost falling back.
âAre you crazy? You donât think I know what youâre trying to do?â
You looked between them, and Rafe didnât wait around for Topperâs friend to straighten himself up. You had no choice but to follow as he dragged you away, and his fast pace made your head spin even more. You asked him to slow down, but he ignored you, and you could feel your stomach turning. When he made it to the familiar black truck, he practically pushed you inside when he opened the passenger door, and with his hands on the vehicle, he had you trapped.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â he asked, his voice harsher than usual, and your brows knitted together. âAre you that stupid?â
You blinked at him, lips parting, and at that, Rafe slammed the door shut with a shake of his head. You stared at it for a few seconds, only sitting back and slowly putting on your seatbelt as he slid into the driverâs seat. The ride to your house was quiet, and you were reminded of what Sarah had told you. Why didnât Rafe like you? What had you done now?
He was just as quiet when he made it to your house, and you noticed that your parents werenât home. You struggled to get your door open, but it didnât matter much when Rafe was suddenly there, yanking it openâŚand yanking you out too.
âOw!â
He didnât care to be careful, forcing you towards your door, and he snatched your purse before you could. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering at the cool ocean breeze as you stood in your dress, the flowy skirt of it kissing your thighs. When Rafe finally got the door open, he all but shoved you inside, and this time, you did fall.
You whimpered in pain, sitting up to take off your shoes, rubbing your foot just as he slammed your door closed.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â he repeated, slower this time as he brought his hands up. âHuh?â
You were drunk and confused, blinking and desperately trying to understand why Rafe was so mad. Youâd done your best to avoid him all nightâthese past few weeks, actually. You didnât like making anyone mad, especially Rafe considering his relation to Sarah.
âYou realize he was going to hurt you, rightâŚ?â
You laughed at that, throwing Rafe a frown.
âWhat? Topperâs friend? No, he-.â
âHe what? He plowed you with alcoholâmaybe a few drugsâand was just so eager to take you home?â
You hesitated, a frown forming.
âI meanâŚwe were drinking just like everyone else was, and I feel bad when Sarah has to take me home,â you said, much quieter now.
Rafe let out a laugh at that, and you finally decided to try and push yourself to your feet. You stumbled when Rafe neared you, so close, and your eyes widened. Rafe was so close you could feel his body heat, and he gestured to you with both hands as he leaned in.
âHe was going to rape you. Do you get that?â
You flinched, chest tightening as you shook your head.
âNo, he wouldnât do thatâŚâ
ââŚand how do you know? You just met him, tonight,â Rafe spat. âYou donât know shit about him!â
You blinked, and you could feel your eyes burning because Rafe was so mad, and you didnât understand why. Topperâs friend had been nice to you all night, looking after you and getting you drinks and keeping you company. You had the hardest time believing Rafeâs words, and you shook your head.
âHe was being nice,â you argued, but Rafeâs anger and harsh words had you doubting that, now.
ââŚbecause he wanted to fuck you, you-.â
He cut himself off, heavily exhaling, and he glanced away. You watched him as his eyes fell closed, a bitter chuckle escaping as he shook his head.
âDo you have any idea how crazy you drive me?â
You almost didnât hear him, and when he turned his cold gaze back to you, you swallowed.
âAre you really that stupid?â he quietly wondered, tapping his temples. âHuh?â
You pressed your lips together, the sound of your heartbeat loud in your ears.
âIâm stretching myself thin here just to make sure all those guys you think are your friends donât have you lying down in their backseat somewhereâŚâ
âRafe.â
ââŚbut like the dumb broad that you are, you think theyâre being nice and friendly and that they actually care about you outside of whatâs under your tiny little dress!â
You looked away.
âEvery day I find myself wondering how the fuck did you even graduate? How did you even make it this far on your own?â
You struggled to swallow, your gaze finding the floor.
His words had you shifting on your feet, heart sinking at the familiarity of them. You were never the smartest, you knew that. It wasnât like you hadnât tried in school, tried to understand things that came so naturally to other people. You remembered your tutors getting so fed up and frustrated, leaning against the hall and listening as they told your mom they didnât see how youâd ever pass. You remembered enlisting classmates for help before they too gave up and just took pity on you by doing your work for you.
âHey, itâs okay,â they would tell you with soft smiles. âYou really tried, and thatâs what really matters.â
You looked up when Rafe huffed again, tears in your eyes. You had no idea that Rafe thought those things too, and you reached up to wipe your eyes.
âI mean, youâre always parading around in this crap that barely covers your ass,â he sneered, gesturing to your dress. âAlways smiling and giggling at everyone.â
You sniffed.
âNone of those guys are ever laughing with you, theyâre laughing at you.â
âWhy are you saying this to me?â you whispered.
ââŚbecause someone needs to,â he threw back. ââŚbecause youâre too fucking dumb to look out for yourself.â
Rafe neared you, reaching out and clutching your dress, yanking you closer.
âDo you know what that guy wouldâve done? Hmm?â
You shuddered when his other hand came up to clasp the back of your neck.
âHe wouldâve gotten you in his backseat, probably wouldnât have even waited to get you homeâŚâ
âStop,â you pleaded.
âHe wouldnât have listened to a single word you said, too busy trying to get your legs open and his pants off.â
His hold tightened, and you winced, a few tears skipping down your face as he walked forward. He forced you to stumble back.
âHe wouldâve fucked you even more stupid and-.â
He cut himself off as you hit his chest, lips trembling and desperately trying to keep yourself from crying. You couldnât stop, and Rafe huffed, rubbing his hands over his head as he let you go. Rafeâs chest was heaving, and when his eyes met yours again, you couldnât hold his gaze for long.
âYouâre so pitiful, you know that?â he murmured, coming near you again. âEvery time you open that mouth to say something stupid, I just want to shove my cock in it.â
Your eyes widened at his words, stumbling back when he gripped your roots, scalp stinging.
ââŚbut thatâs all youâll be good for, huh,â he mused, his other hand circling your chin. âTo be split open and filled up.â
You reached up, grabbing his wrist, but Rafe didnât care, leaning in and nipping at your cheek.
ââŚand if itâs going to be someone, it might as well be me, right?â he breathed, brushing his lips over your trembling ones. âThose other assholes on this island donât look out for you like I do.â
Rafe wasnât giving you time to think, and before you could stop him, his mouth covered yours. Rafe deeply inhaled, tongue tasting the inside of your mouth, hand roaming over you, completely ignoring your own as you tried to stop him. He roughly pulled at your dress, and you heard the fabric rip, a noise of protest leaving you.
You thought that Rafe didnât like you.
It was what Sarah said, and Rafe himself had called you dumb and stupid and every other thing youâd tried to pretend you werenât. You didnât always pick up on things, but would Topperâs friend really have hurt you? Rafe was smarter than you, so he would know, right? Heâd seemed so sure of it, but as his hands squeezed your frame, you recalled his words.
Wasnât Rafe doing the same thing?
You gasped when his teeth sank into your neck, and all your breath left you when your back met the floor. You mumbled his name, but Rafe didnât seem to hear you, yanking your panties down your legs, his own pants partially undone. When his fingers found a home between your legs, you whimpered, jerking at the feel of them sinking into you. He groaned at the feel, and your nails pressed into his arm.
You felt like your brain was short-circuiting, eyes rolling as he thrust them into you, massaging your walls. Rafe hovered over you, his nose brushing yours, and your hands reached out to scrape at the carpet. Your chest arched when Rafe curved them, and he kissed you again, a deep moan leaving him as you clenched around him.
âRafe, stop-.â
Your words were abruptly cut off when he pressed on your stomach, holding you down, and you trembled, body buzzing. When he pulled them out of you, you felt disappointment, no time to linger on it as the head of him pressed to you. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and your stomach arched against his firm hand. Your mouth fell open at the stretch, toes curling, and Rafe made a shushing sound.
âYou can take it,â he murmured. âOpen your legs.â
He rested in between them on his knees, and his free hand was on your thigh, parting them further. A high pitched sigh left you as he filled you to the hilt, fitting snuggly and holding himself inside of you. The turn the night had taken made your head spin, along with the alcohol, and you threw your head back when Rafeâs hand traveled from your stomach, thumb pressing against you.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â you heard him groan. âDripping around me.â
He started to move, pulling out before swiftly pushing his cock back into you, making you squeeze your eyes shut.
âThis is all you needed, huh? Someone to fuck your dumb little brains out.â
Your lashes fluttered, and Rafe was blurry through your tears, but as you blinked, he cleared up. He leaned in to press kisses to your face, hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the living room. You couldnât focus on much besides Rafeâs cock in you, hands tight on you and holding you in place so he could fuck you like he wanted.
âYou know how many times I wanted to bend you over? Wanted to stuff you full of my cock just so youâd shut up?â
You whimpered, hands grasping at his back and arms as he leaned over. His forehead was pressed to yours, one of your knees completely pushed back as he drove himself into you. He was hitting something in you that had your breath hitching with every thrust, and the earlier events of the night were in the very back of your mind.
When he sat up, pushing both of your knees towards your chest, you cried out. You could see his eyes focused on where he disappeared into you, sliding into you and watching the way you dripped around him. You could feel yourself squeezing him, greedily trying to suck him back in, and Rafe chuckled.
âNothing to say? Too busy taking my cock?â
When you didnât say anything, he laughed again.
âHmm?â
You could only bite your lip, chest heaving, and when you looked up, Rafeâs gaze was on your breasts.
âTouch yourself,â he told you, satisfied when you did. âMake them hard for me.â
You were a moaning mess, a fire in your core as Rafe rutted into you. You could hear it, hear the wet sound of you squeezing him and every dip of Rafeâs cock. You softly moaned his name, and Rafe asked you to do it again. Feeling drunk in more ways than one, you did, gasping when he spread your legs again. His arms hooked under your knees, his chest brushing yours, now, and Rafe pressed his face into the crook of your neck.
âAny of those assholes even look at you for more than two seconds, and Iâm showing them who you belong to,â he promised.
You could feel your stomach tightening, walls fluttering around him, and you could only lay down and take Rafeâs unrelenting cock.
âThis pussy is mine, now,â he breathed. âNo more leaving the house like you do without me.â
âRafe,â you gasped, breath hitching. âIâm going toâŚâ
You trailed off, losing your breath, and Rafe kissed the corner of your mouth.
âYouâre gonna come? Yeah?â
You nodded, lips parted.
âSo, I should probably keep going, huh?â
âUh huh.â
âWhat if I just stopped?â
Your heart skipped a beat.
âNo,â you desperately argued. âPlease-.â
âYou wanna come?â
âYesâŚplease,â you moaned.
You could feel his eyes on your face as he lifted his head.
âLook at you,â he whispered. âSo hungry for my cock. Canât even keep your eyes open.â
You didnât have the mind to argue with him, squeezing him and loving the way he stretched you out.
âThis is right where you belong. Spread open and desperate for me,â he hummed, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck. âMy dumb baby girl, only good for milking me dry.â
He continued when all you could do was whimper.
âIsnât that right?â
 At your silence, Rafe stopped, only the tip of him remaining. You tried to lift your hips, fucking yourself onto him, but from this position, with his arms keeping your knees bent back, you couldnât. You whined, tears kissing your eyes as your chest heaved against his. You frantically nodded, another whiny moan escaping.
âYes,â you breathlessly gave in. âYes, yes.â
Rafe snapped his hips against yours again, smoothly thrusting into you, and you came around him with a cry. You couldnât keep quiet, gasping and moaning as Rafe fucked you through your high. He held you in place, body trembling underneath him, and Rafe groaned when he started coming too, spilling into you. A light sheen of sweat coated both your frames, and you shuddered when he pulled out of you.
You felt completely worn out as he crawled over you, and his hand circled your chin, lifting it. The head of him pushed past your lips, and he groaned when he softly told you to clean him up. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him, lips wrapped around him as he reached down to brush the dampness from your cheek.
âDo a good job, and I might clean you up too.â
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x kook!reader#dark!rafe cameron x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark rafe cameron#obx#obx fic#obx imagine#Outer Banks#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks imagine
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Pink Mindset IV
Just when you think youâve done it, you find another way to put more pink into your life.
It starts in the morning, when you wake up. Before you check socials, before you check the news or the weather - edge, like a good girl should.Â
Because, really - you donât need to check the weather, youâre going to dress to put yourself on display, regardless of the cold. As for the news - donât be silly, a girl like you wouldnât really understand it anyway. Checking your socials is important - but it feels so much better to watch your bestiesâ stories and reels while you rub, doesnât it?Â
Now that youâve had your edge, youâre ready to get up and get ready for the day. Which means itâs time to shower - and, of course, time to tease yourself more! - but donât get too distracted or youâll end up grinding into your palm, all dayâŚagain.
All thatâs easy, though. Now the tricky part - after you finish getting ready (and edge a little), and finish getting dressed (and rub a little), and finish getting makeup on (and grind a little), you still need to keep your brain in a pink haze while you go about your day.
But fortunately, thatâs easy!
We talked before about trying to use small words, and using dumber words, all so that no one mistakes you for a girl who has any brains at all. Weâve talked about using your girlwords, and other ways to advertise that you do best when things are mansplained and dumbed-down for you. Donât be afraid to act your IQ, whether thatâs a 32B or a 38GG, and remember to giggle whenever you donât understand something.
But all of that requires that you focus - and thatâs not what edged-out bimbos do best. So letâs talk about what you can do to fill your brain with pink, without having to think about it!
Find a few simple and innocent and girly things - like applying lipgloss, mindlessly checking your phone, giggling at nothing - and make it a pink routine. Make it a part of every routine you have that makes you pink; every time you edge, if you need a break, play through your pink routine; when you have a blonde moment and your brain feels empty, play through your pink routine. Whenever you spend an extra long time on your makeup, whenever you get a new pair of heels, play through your pink routine If you stay consistent about doing that over and over, your pink routine will help keep you in the right mindset, whenever you do it!
Of course, weâve already touched on the obvious and oft-repeated âturn off auto-correctâ - and thatâs a great way to really make it clear and show off exactly how brainless you are, and every time you go to type out a text youâll be reminded that youâre just a dummy! If thatâs not enough, another way to keep your brain pink is to make your lock screen a selfie - one you take right after a hard edge - so that every time you look at your phone, you remember how great it felt! And if mindlessly checking your phone is a part of your pink routine, that only adds to how much better itâll make you feel!
For even more of a pink routine, every time you play through it more than ten times a day, give yourself a little treat!
#patriarchy kink#daddy's good girl#fr33use#cvmdump#bitchmaker#corruption kink#sluttraining#girlbreaking#dykebreaking#mindfuck#bimboification#dumbimbofication#dumbification#pinkbrain
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Mean ! Armin x Bimbo ! Reader
Cw: degradation, slight spanking, power imbalance, face fucking, doggystyle, public sex, cream pie, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation,Dumbification, Dom! Armin, Armin is being a bit creepy but there's a fluff ending. (Sorta) Summary: Armin offers help to reader who isn't aware of anything, his patience is soon gone and shows you his true feelings to you.
Authors note: hiii this is my first fanfic i've ever posted :3 this is a pretty self indulgent fic lol. There may also be some typos âĽ
Today was your first day of college, you were new and you didn't know anyone. It was a large campus full of different types of people. Most people were nice to you, saying "hi" or giving you a quick smile. The nicest one you met so far was a boy with short blonde hair and blue eyes with black frames.
His name was Armin Arlet and he was showing you a tour and acting as a guide towards you. Armin looked at you up and down when you first saw each other, like he was examining you what you were wearing. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable, you thought you were wearing something cute though. You wore a cute jean skirt with a cute light pink long sleeve with a little bow in the middle of where the collar was with thigh highs and mary janes. You even had your nails done. You also had a glossy lipgloss in a cherry pink red type of color. Armin was still being nice though, yeah he seemed like a really smart, nerdy type of guy.
Maybe he just thought you were stupid ? So he had to be nice. Other than that, he looked at the paper in your hand and knew where every class was and you even had a few with him. He had such a warm smile and he was cute. You were glad to meet someone like him.
After he helped you and weeks went by he kept talking to you, always offering you help from him. When you were in the same classes as him though, you would try and focus but it was so boring. You doodled instead. Sometimes you caught an Armin staring at you and he would furrow his eyebrows...you'd wonder what was going through his head. One day Armin decided to ask you if you needed help in this class and if he could tutor you, he noticed you just spacing off into nothing as well. God, he probably really thought you were just a dumb bimbo or something. Always wearing cute little outfits with short skirts just purposely trying to show off for him or something.
You agreed, you did think you really needed help in this class, it was math. Not your suite. Armin told you to meet with him at the library around 6pm. He said there wouldn't be too many people and you should walk towards the back where it's a bit more isolated. As you did walk in, it was only really your second time in there, the first time you went was just for a book you needed for some class. The library was massive and it had a high ceiling and another floor with large stairs. You kept walking towards the back like armin said and it was becoming a bit dark with high, large book shelves near a corner of the library with a medium sized table and a blonde boy looking down reading a book.
All he had was his backpack on one side of the table and an empty seat next to him. "Oh, hey y/n, glad you could make it." You gave him a small smile with your glossy covered lips and walked towards the seat and sat down. "Heh yeah thanks for coming to help me with this...sorry if it's an inconvenience for you !" Armin pulled out his spiral note book and said "well it's not, just wanted to help. Looks like you really need it anyway." It was a really passive aggressive comment but he was right. You also took out your notebook and a cute lil pencil pouch with pom pom purin on it. You had pink lead pencils inside and as you were grabbing one you accidentally dropped the pouch since it was at the edge of the table and you didn't know it was there. Armin was "busy" looking at a book but couldn't help but notice you bending over in front of him reaching for your pencil pouch. Obviously he saw a cute pink small underwear that barely fit around your ass and of course he thought to himself how stupid you are to not cover yourself or even be aware of showing him your cute looking ass he just wanted to spank so bad. You pick up the pouch but then realize you flashed Armin with your ass. "Ah ! I'm so sorry Armin." You almost screamed in embarrassment and your cheeks feeling warm. "Are you that much of an idiot ?" Armin had a lot of patience with you always but his patience now was thrown away because he was being a pervert and he wanted to make you feel bad and see more. "N-no...i just didn't realize you could see everything.." you didn't know he could be so mean. "I saw your little panties. Do you just go around flashing all the other guys too?" You felt his words go straight to your core, it was turning you on but it hurt a little how mean he was being. You cursed yourself for getting turned on too. "what !? No I don't." Armin looks straight at your eyes, you're fidgeting and nervous from his burning stare. What was he expecting you to say? You kept looking away but he just kept looking at every part of your body and your movements. "Oh yeah ? How come you're always wearing these short skirts and open shirts. you basically want me to look at you."
Armin said this in a cold tone, he was still sitting but he shifted so his body was towards you now, still standing. "Look at what you did." Referring to the growing bulge coming out of his dark slacks. "You know how many times i've masturbated to you? Fucking slut." You looked at him with a pouty face, you felt yourself making your own panties wet. "So are you gonna finish what you started, huh ?" Implying you should suck him off. What an asshole. But you nervously and slowly walked towards him and got on your knees, I mean he was cute. How could you pass up such an opportunity? "Good girl, of course you got straight to your knees as soon as you see a dick." You looked up at him with a still pouty face and tears in the corner of your big pretty eyes with makeup on them. You pawed at his bulge through his slacks, rubbing him and he groaned slightly. Armin took off his glasses and placed them on the table, he then looks down at you while unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers slightly. He whipped out his cock, a thick long cock with small veins running through it with a pink tip already dripping a bit of pre cum. He grabbed his cock, and lined it up at your glossy +cherry red lips. "Go on." He said in a commanding voice. You kissed the tip a few times, getting your lip gloss on it and then kitten licking the tip. Armin was getting pent up from your slow actions and just wanted your mouth. He wanted your glossy lip gloss all over his dick. He parted your lips with his tip and full on putting the tip in your mouth. You bob your head back and forth at a slow and gentle pace. "I know you can do better than that" and he pushed your head, making you almost gag on his dick. You felt every ridge and vein around your tongue. Armin was guiding your head back and forth to make you have a rhythm.
He gripped your hair tight making sure you'll stay. "Keep doing that, fuck" you had tears going down your cheeks, he wasnt letting you go. You clawed at his thighs slightly and he just kept pushing his dick deeper in your throat. You felt his tip at the back of your throat and you kept making gagging noises. He pulled you off so you could breathe, as soon as he did you slightly coughed and breathed heavily. He put his dick next to your face. He soaked in the sight of your already fucked out face next to his cock. You whimpered at him wanting to feel it inside you now. "A-armin, please..can we" you were soaked already and it was dripping down you thighs. "Get up and bend over on your stomach on the table." You did as he said, you were really feeling embarrassed now. You were so exposed and vulnerable to Armin, your skirt was ridding up too. Armin stood up and went behind you, he leaned his head down to your ear and whispered "You really gonna let me fuck you here ? Fucking whore." He was rubbing himself on your ass cheeks but stood up straight to see your ass and spanked you hard. You yelped at the sudden action. He pulled down your panties and let them fall down to your ankles.Â
"God you're so wet." He said as he put his dick in your hole without any warnings. You moaned hard at his sudden action again, he felt so big and he didn't give you any time to prepare for his thick cock stretching you. You kept whimpering and moaning at armin to go slow but he wasn't going to listen. He went slow for just a split second at the beginning but started fucking hard. "Armin-please ah slow down" this just sped him up more, he put your arms behind your back and held your wrist there tight, surely getting bruised later. Your body was jolting forward every thrust by the impact of armin ramming into you so hard. With your face being squished down on the table still holding you tight he leaned down to your ear again. "I'm gonna make it so you never take another dick other than mine again." You could feel every inch of Armin ramming into you, you were going to cum soon and you desperately wanted Armins cum inside you. "Armin please cum inside my pussy !" he lets go of one of your hands and puts his free hand around your hair and yanks you up so he gets a better angle with your back now arching. "You want me to get you pregnant too? Fucking idiot." Everything he says turns you on more and more and you cum on his dick, but Armin keeps going to reach his own peak. Armin lets go of your hair and hand entirely and tightly grips your hips instead, he holds you still so he can pump his warm seed into you. His thrust are already slowing and with each one is an overwhelming pump of his cum. He pulls out and the feeling of your fullness is gone. You lay on the table, ass up still with your legs shaking and feeling warm liquid down your legs, you're huffing and sweating.
As armin is getting dressed, he says "hmm, you took that pretty well. Let's go back to my room so you can rest." As he finishes buckling his belt, he puts all his things away and yours. You manage to pick yourself up feeling sore and sweaty. "I won't let anyone see you don't worry your pretty little head." He gives you the same soft stare and smile as always. You look at him and give him a small smile, he puts both yours and his bags on his shoulders and leans down to kiss you on the forehead. "As long as you keep my cum inside you while we walk"
#aot#attack on titan#armin arlert#attack on titan smut#aot x reader#attack on titan x reader#armin smut#aot x reader smut#aot smut#natas writing !
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thinking thoughts about how nona was so obsessed with crown, and crown specifically- not coronabeth. crown, with her boots and her cargo pants and her guns and her hair tied back, with all her charm and strength, all her rage and determination.
was that really just nona? or, walk with me here- is there a chance that that was actually alecto, too, bleeding through and rising to the surface?
alecto, seeing a kind of kinship in crown- in this big, tall, strong blonde with a sword strapped to her back, hot and lovely and kind and awful and powerful and perfect. this woman who refuses to give up- on her sister, on saving jody, on BOE's resistance. who's unafraid to throw one hell of a tantrum, if it means being listened to, for once. crown, who everyone thinks of as dumb, who everyone underestimates, who no one ever takes as seriously as they should, even though she's clearly capable of plenty of atrocities in her own right. this woman who's been described over and over again as someone who positively radiates life, and energy, and vitality, and strength. this woman who wanted nothing more than the chance to be herself, to be free, to serve as cavalier and guardian and protector, but was instead sentenced at birth to a life of being a princess and wearing dresses and looking pretty and loving less and staying out of the way and keeping her mouth shut and playing second fiddle to a necromancer obsessed with power and glory. familiar, no? this woman who was betrayed, left behind, left alone, and left utterly in the dark by the one person who's supposed to love her the most- only to then be told that being abandoned was in her best interest, really, for her own safety.
thinking about all the times we've seen ianthe insult crown's intelligence and praise her beauty in the same breath. you big dumb bimbo, what can you do? of all the times we've seen ianthe fussing over crown's appearance. thinking of the sister-lyctor makeover-montage ahead of dios apate minor, and how harrow hated every second of it, and how ianthe treated it like nostalgic second nature. thinking about the third house: fucked-up planet gossip-girl with all its betrayal and espionage and flesh magic and debauchery, three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile. thinking about the pressure that must have come with keeping up the double-necromancer ruse, about ianthe having successfully played the part of two necromancers from the age of six. exactly how much practice must that have taken? thinking about the casual, automatic, possessive, offhanded, violating nature of ianthe playing god and giving harrow a full head of fast-growing hair without asking, without even telling her, just to make harrow prettier, just to piss her off, just because she could. how she did it so easily, and without hesitation, almost as though she's maybe done that sort of thing before.
thinking about preservation. about a perfect body frozen in ice for a myriad, about ianthe spending all her downtime on the mithraeum figuring out how long she can keep an apple core in perfect stasis before the rot sets in.
thinking about corpse puppeting: a deceased world leader here, a trusted cavalier and friend you've known from the cradle there. about i picked you to change, and this is how you repay me? about she took babs. and who even cares about babs? babs! she could have taken me!
thinking about alecto, and hollywood hair barbie, and you have made me a hideousness.
thinking about crown, who's by her own admission boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.
thinking about something as simple as stud earrings, and about how much grief ianthe gave her for daring to wear them.
nona loved crown.
something tells me that alecto might, too.
#the locked tomb#alecto the ninth#alecto#coronabeth tridentarius#crown him with many crowns#ianthe tridentarius#locked tomb meta#am i tagging this right? idk#nona the ninth spoilers#harrow the ninth spoilers#to be PERFECTLY clear i love ianthe. and i still think it's ENTIRELY possible that corona will turn out to be Badtwin in the end#but truly who's to say. women's wrongs and whatnot#also ik nona WAS alecto but like. she was also her own person. To Me. a study in 'would i be a different person without all the baggage' et#tridentarii#what a fascinating fucked up little dynamic with those two
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GHOST OF YOU â SOLDIER BOY "CHAPTER SIX"
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader
Warnings: Language, alcohol use, smut towards the end (not super-detailed, but it is there), cheating, and Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy
Word Count: 3,491
Author's Note: Thank you so much again for all the love and support! This is another chapter of the past. It goes a little more in depth between Ben and Mimicry.
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1981 â Behind the Curtains
âWhy the fuck would you suggest Crimson Countess and I to appear as a couple in the public eye?â Soldier Boy had barged into Mimicryâs room early in the morning.
There was a meeting with the executives of Vought American and they believed it would raise ratings if their hero was in a romantic relationship. Something about people being able to relate to him.
Initially, Vought American wanted it to be Soldier Boy and Mimicry. She was against the idea as a whole.
Mimicry enjoys her time with Soldier Boy, but not to the point she needs a man.
âGood morning to you too, sunshine. The people eat this shit up. Your ratings will go through the roof. Isnât that what we are working towards to?â Mimicry had to rub her eyes to stay awake. It had been a very long day yesterday and was hoping to sleep in.
âThatâs not my problem. My problem is why the fuck am I going to be in a relationship with the dumb bimbo. Sheâs not even blonde!â he snapped.
Mimicry rolled her eyes. For someone who has lived for so long he continues to act like a child.
âThink about it. I am supposed to be your sidekickââ
Soldier Boy quickly interrupted, âand I have Gunpowder for that.â He then took a seat at the edge of the bed next to her.
Mimicry put her finger up to his lips, âlet me finish, Ben.â
Ben hated when she would do that.
âYes, Gunpowder is supposed to be your sidekick too but I was the first one. You know how bad it will look on me? I was the sidekick and now I am in a relationship with him. At that point we might as well just tell people I slept my way to get to you.â
Ben scoffed, âno one will think that.â Mimicry gave him a look. He knew she was right, but he did not want to admit it. He hated that too.
âJust think about it this way. While Countess talks your ear off just think of how much exciting itâll be coming back to me. Can you imagine just how much youâll be anticipating? And who knows, maybe we can sneak around,â she teased.
The idea of sneaking around made Ben excited. The thrill and adrenaline that comes with it made it so much better.
âAnd what about you? You wonât be looking forward to it?â he asked.
Mimicry smirked, âof course I will be. Every time you have to kiss her just close your eyes and imagine it was me.â
By now Ben had gotten so close to Mimicryâs face that he felt the tip of her lips on his own.
âAnd you wonât be imagining me? Every time you see me and Countess you wish it was you?â
Mimicry let out a small laugh, and without answering she closed the gap between them. Ben got a hold of Mimicryâs hips and pulled her to his lap.
Her hands went through his hair and she let out a gasp when he began to kiss her neck.
That was a wonderful way to start off their morning.
Today was going to be the beginning of Soldier Boy and Crimson Countessâ relationship. The revelation will happen at the movie premiere happening later today.
In the mean time the reception hall where the after party was going to be hosted was being put together.
While people worked, Payback had to go over their lines and roles for the night.
Ben and Mimicry entered the meeting room, the rest of the team was already there along with Stan Edgar.
âBig man is here!â announced Gunpowder.
âShut the fuck up,â Ben shot him down.
Mimicry let out a snicker and sat on the chair that is the right-hand side of Ben.
The meeting began, and Mimicry was already bored.
As usual, Ben was going to be the attention of the party and with his relationship coming forward he had to be on his best behavior. Which meant the alcohol and drugs have to be kept at a minimum. He must also keep his hands to himself.
Crimson Countess was going to be by Benâs side the entire event, and she is expected to appear like a woman in love.
Mimicry took noticed how Crimson Countess looked eager, and agreed to do anything and everything possible to make this work.
Mimicry had the urge to tell Countess that at this point she might as well just remove her panties and throw them at Ben.
Speaking of Ben, he must have been just as bored because he would just stare down at his paper. At some point his hand reached underneath the table and touched Mimicryâs thigh. She got startled by his touch, but then it hit her why he was suddenly doing this.
He wanted to start sneaking around.
Mimicry looked at Ben. He was unfazed by what he was doing. If that is how he wants to play then she will do the same thing. She continued to listen to the meeting without breaking a sweat.
âLet me make this very clear to you all. Anyone, and I mean anyone asks about Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess. They are the couple. They have the epic love story that all of you desire to have someday.â
Mimicry agreed and nodded her head.
âWho knows, maybe out of this little love between Soldier Boy and Countess another one can arise? How about Mimicry? Who should she be paired up with?â Noir spoke up.
That made Ben pop a vein out.
âCan anything more stupid come out of your fucking mouth? Mimicry isnât getting in no relationship with anyone. Letâs make that very clear,â Ben snapped.
The protective and defensive side of Ben did bring you comfort. You did not care whose feelings got hurt, or whom he had to put in their place.
Itâs cute that Ben believes he has the final say in her life, though. If she wants something she will stop at nothing to get it regardless of whom she has to hurt.
âI think we should just focus on Soldier Boy and Countess. If this is a success then we can discuss that in the future,â Mimicry suggested.
She gave Black Noir a sweet smile and the meeting came to an end.
Mimicry knew better than to leave without Ben. He spoke with Stan about a couple of things. You looked to your left and realized Countess was standing there still.
After Ben and Stan finished talking, Countess jumped at the opportunity to talk to Ben.
You were standing there still and could hear everything. Instead of making it obvious that you were listening you pretended to read over the paper that you were handed earlier.
âI just wanted to talk to you, Benââ
âSoldier Boy,â he corrected Countess.
Countess felt herself startle now, âI just wanted to thank you for this opportunity and I promise not to fail. I am excited for this and whatever it is you need, Iâm your girl.â She had begun to twirl her hair and smile sweetly at him.
Mimicry could not help but snicker, it caught both Ben and Countessâ attention.
âThank you for the offer, Countess. I will keep that in mind.â
Soldier Boy was doing everything to be cordial. Everything about Countess angered him. The way she spoke, smelled, her smile, and how desperate she looked. If he wanted easy he can easily pay a girl $5 and she will be more entertaining than Countess.
Ben enjoyed challenges, like Mimicry.
Countess began to talk his ear off, and to make matters worse Mindstorm and the rest of the team surrounded Mimicry.
They were hoping she could help them train further. Since she is able to mock their powers they have been using her for training. It makes sense if they can see for themselves where the weak spots are at.
âNoir, we do not need to worry about your weaknessâ Mimicry teased and put her hand on his arm. The team laughed knowing about Noirâs nut allergy. Noir had removed his helmet and even he was laughing. That is not fair. The only person that she should be entertaining is him. The team continued to talk and laugh more.
âAre you done talking?â Ben asked Countess out of nowhere.
She knew about his attitude problem, but she did not think she had done anything wrong to receive this treatment from him.
Seeing she no longer spoke Ben took that as a sign to leave. He walked over to the group and stood between Mimicry and Noir.
âWhatâs so funny, guys?â he asked.
The laughter mildly died out. None of them had the balls to tell him the truth. They were asking Mimicry how she is able to keep Ben in check.
âWe were discussing about tonightâs event and how it is going to be fun,â she answered.
Ben slapped his hand on Noirâs shoulder. He put in a little more strength into the slap.
âI was thinking, since this is such a huge event with celebrities and other VIPs. Why donât you stick around with security on the perimeter tonight?â he suggested to Noir.
That is the opposite of what Noir wanted. Tonight is supposed to be the night he can talk to directors and producers about making his own solo movie, and once again, Soldier Boy is attempting to take that away again.
âI donât think that is necessary. Thatâs what Vought is for, no?â questioned Mimicry.
Ben hated the way she called him out in front of the team.
âBetter to be safe, Mimicryâ
âWell, too bad because Noir is my dancing partner for tonight.â
Silence filled the room. Countess was long gone as well as Stan. You knew there was going to be consequences for this after when they are alone and in private.
Ben tried his damn hardest not to let this piss him off. He gave a fake smile, âfine, but donât be having too much fun.â
Everyone went their separate ways after. Mimicry had not seen Ben for the rest of the day until later that evening during the premiere.
Cameras were flashing everywhere when the team arrived to the red carpet. You smiled, posed, and took pictures with everyone. The flashes came to an end when Soldier Boy arrived with Crimson Countess.
As always he had that millionaire smile, and the crowds were going crazy seeing the new declared couple. He managed to find Mimicry and their eyes connected. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he grabbed Countess and planted a kiss on her lips.
The kiss was filled with hunger, and the sight of them made Mimicry a little annoyed.
She scoffed to herself. He wanted to have all the fun and wanted to forbid her?
When the couple was done taking pictures they entered the theater where the movie will play. You were going to take your usual spot next to him but Countess took it, and Gunpowder took the other seat.
âSorry Mimi, he asked me to sit here,â Gunpowder explained.
Oh, so Ben was being petty now.
Mimicry gave him a fake smile and nodded.
âDonât worry, I am going to sit with everyone elseâ she assured. She did not looked at Ben nor Countess. The rest of the team was sitting a few rows below. What a coincidence the only available seat was in between Noir and Tessa from the TNT twins.
The movie began and Mimicry would whisper to the team. They were going down memory lane when the film was being made.
Although Noir could not speak at the moment Mimicry would smile at him.
Ben could see from where he was sitting and clenched his jaw.
At some point Mimicry had to get up to use the restroom. Ben took that as an opportunity to follow her inside.
âIf your intent was to sneak up on me, you are horrible at itâ she called out, washing her hands.
âWhat was that shit you pulled at the tower?â he asked. The restroom was a singular one so he locked the door. They wonât be interrupted now.
Mimicry crossed her arms, âyou and I both know damn well what that was. You wanted to flaunt your power, but guess what. It will not work with me. I told you this from the very beginning. If we are doing this it is because we are two mature people to know when we can and cannot. What did we agree on from the very beginning? This was all pleasure.â
Ben is reminded, at least, once a month that their little fun is just that; fun.
âExactly that, sweetheart. Just because we are fucking doesnât mean you get to me what the hell to do with my team or not,â he snapped.
Mimicry rolled her eyes, âyou were being petty towards Noir and then that whole thing with the seat? Really? I get Countess but Gunpowder? I did not realize you and him had gotten so close.â
Ben had the perfect response in mind.
âYou wanted it this way. We were given the opportunity for it to be you and me, and yet you rejected it? For what reasons, I am still trying to understand why because all you told me earlier was fucking bullshit.â
Ben got closer and closed the gap between her and the sink. His hands were on her waist and he pulled her close again.
âWe can still take this back. Tell me you want this, and I will go in front of everyone and tell them that Countess was a mistake. We can still do this,â he whispered. For a second it sounded like he was begging.
Mimicry scrunched her eyebrows together and just stared.
He wanted this, and deep down she did as well but no. This would only ruin him, and her especially.
Given that they are touching she was able to observe his powers. She used some of his strength to push him off.
âNo. This is what we are sticking with. In public you and I are nothing more than colleagues. Behind the cameras, curtains, and everyone itâs you and me.â
Mimicry could not stand being there anymore. She walked out of the restroom and headed back to the theater, but by the time she got there the movie was over.
She faked a smile towards everyone and shook hands. They congratulated her on the film and went on to the reception.
She followed behind the crowd and just flowed around.
Just how Stan predicted. People wanted to know how Soldier Boy and Countess came to be,
âYou know how love works, when you know; you knowâ she would say.
âAnd what about you, Mimicry? Do you not see a husband and kids in the future?â a few people asked.
Those words always stung the worst. Of course had dreamed of a family, but there was no ideal man for her. The one she is currently tangled with isnât actually herâs. Not to mention someone such as Ben could never be a husband and a father. He would never be ready for that.
That was a hard pill she had to swallow. As usual, she watched him from a distance. He was an intoxicating man that no matter what she did to cleanse herself from him it was impossible. He was a drug, and no matter what she could not find herself to get rid of him.
So it came down to sacrificing the idea of a family, or Ben.
She made her choice already.
From time to time Ben would look around the crowd and find Mimicry. She looked completely unfazed by what was happening. It almost looked like she did not care and as much as he was in denial of it, there was a pang of disappointment.
The night continued and the dancing began.
Ben and Countess opened the dance floor and others followed behind.
As promised, Noir owed Mimicry a dance. They got to the floor and danced away. Ben was still with Countess, but his eyes constantly looked over to them. Without a second thought he let go of the woman in his arms.
âLetâs dance,â he told Mimicry. Like hell he was going to ask Noir for permission. To avoid causing a scene Mimicry nodded.
âYou need to be dancing with your girlfriend, not meâ she told him.
Gosh, this man was so stubborn.
âI donât take orders from anyone. You should know this by now,â he shot back. He twirled her around and brought her to his chest. They stayed like that for a moment, but she had to look away in order not to make it so obvious.
âWe are a day into this game, and you are already breaking Mr. Soldier Boy,â she teased.
Ben scoffed, âyou have yet to know what breaking means yet, sweetheart.â
That was a promising and delicious threat that Mimicry could not wait for.
âI am feeling a bit parched. I am gonna go grab a drink,â she said.
Ben smirked and let her go. He knew he got her, and it was only a matter of time before temptation gets the best of them.
Mimicry got to the bar and asked for a lemonade. She waited and looked to her right when someone stood next to her. She saw it was Countess who looked upset.
âWhatever it is you are doing to Ben, you need to stop itâ she demanded.
Oh, this was new.
Mimicry got handed her drink and she took a sip, not even having a care in the world by what Countess was saying.
âI believe you are supposed to call him Soldier Boy,â Mimicry corrected.
Countess glared at Mimicry.
âPlease Mimicry. I do not have much going for me here. I have always admired him. I love him, and I am given this opportunity to have him. Please. Let me have this with him,â Countess begged.
The woman was ready to cry. Mimicry could hear just how desperate she was.
âI know I was not the original pick. It was supposed to be you, but you said no. So please. Leave us be. You can have anyone in this room, just please donât pick him.â
The way Countess kept begging was annoying Mimicry.
Countess left after that, she probably went to find Ben.
âGet me something stronger,â Mimicry ordered now. No one will ever come to tell Mimicry what she can and cannot do.
Mimicry knew exactly what she was doing for the rest of the night. There was no excuse that she was drunk. From a distance she found herself teasing Ben. She danced with other men, but her eyes were on him.
He knew exactly what she was doing and the more time passed, the harder it was getting to control himself. Finally, the both of them reached their breaking point. Mimicry excused herself for the night and Ben had told Countess he needed to go to his dressing room. He gave her no other explanation.
âDressing room, now,â he ordered Mimicry.
Mimicry smirked and found her way to the room.
As soon as she closed the door Ben lunged himself at her. His kisses with Mimicry were just as hungry, but there was passion. There was a raw need for her, and she felt the same. They had begun to undress each other.
Without wasting another moment he inserted himself inside of her and began to fuck Mimicry like a dog in heat. Ben would thrust with such need and desperation. He was waiting for this the entire night. They would move to the vanity mirror, wall, and now the couch.
âYouâre mine,â Ben said. His hand tangling into Mimicryâs hair and pulling it back.
âAnd you are mine,â she moaned.
She made sure she was facing the door while Ben moved from behind. If she calculated right, the person she was waiting for will walk in at any second.
On cue, Countess walked in because she got concerned about Ben not coming out.
Her eyes went wide at the sight in front of her.
âThe fuck are you doing here? Get out!â Ben yelled.
Mimicry could see the betrayal in her face, and the way her eyes were filled with tears. Even that did not stop Ben nor Mimicry. They continued as if she was not there.
This was a lesson for Countess to learn, and anyone else that thinks they can get in between Ben and Mimicry. Regardless of how stubborn they are to truly express themselves they knew deep inside they both wanted each other, and if this is how itâll be for Mimicryâs life then so be it but as long as she is in the one with Ben.
Next Chapter: Chapter Seven
Author's Note: I was able to get another chapter out, yay! Phew, that ending was a little rough. Turns out Mimicry isn't as innocent as she comes off to be, especially when it comes to Ben. Please leave your thoughts below what you guys think so far! Thank you again <3
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what if nerd momo x bimbo reader author I need u
failing maths, but getting the girl
synopsis: momo and y/n have hated each other ever since an incident in first year. now, y/n's failing a class and momo offers to help.
warnings: mentions of blood and cuts, overbearing parents, drugs, implied sex
w/c: 4.0k
a/n: this is kinda funny for me bcs im blonde and my dad keeps making jokes in chinese about how im ltr a blonde bimbo now. anyway i combined these 2 reqs bcs im lazy forgive me anon/s
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"y/n!"
you turn in the corridor, almost crashing into the burly man behind you who yells a "watch where you're going blondie!" before rushing off to a class he was probably late to.
you spot your friends who had called you, grinning and waving you over, "can't go one day on campus without running someone down can you?" a friend teases.
you pout, "i didn't walk into anyone yesterday!"
"no but you got stuck in the revolving door outside the chem building."
you whine at their teasing, you were a naturally clumsy person! sometimes you'd mix up salt and sugar, and sometimes you'd lose your car keys only to find them still in the ignition keyhole of your car from the last time you used it.
"so you coming to that party tonight? i heard some famous dj from the states is playing."
"awwh really?! i can't tonight i'm failing that dumb math class i have to take and i have a quiz tomorrow so i gotta study."
"you're failing everything y/n, what difference would one night make for you anyway?" a scoff from a student passing by, who you recognise as the infamous hirai momo from the back of her head and the evil way she sends a side-eye at you and your friend group in disgust.
"i wouldn't be if it weren't for your sad ass hirai!"
"stop looking at my ass and get your eyes on some books for once."
momo was meant to be your roommate in first year. although you had accidentally locked her out in the rain for 5 hours while you were hooking up with someone you can't remember the name of anymore. that was during orientation week, safe to say she was pissed and completely drenched when you finally let her in. she filed for a roommate change not long after, citing "poor etiquette and stupidity that could infect my genius", and being the university's most promising academic scholar, she pretty much got whatever she wanted. meaning she also got you assigned to the harshest tutors and markers as her own form of personal revenge, essentially making you fail most of your first year courses. which is why you were even taking this math class again.
the problem arose however, when you find out you would actually lose your scholarship if you failed another class. so failing was definitely not an option.
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âyou failed.â
âwhat!? but i studied all night! i even brought the right calculator model this time!â
âmiss l/n, bringing the correct calculator doesnât help you if you donât know how to use it. and neither does studying all night if you havenât been coming to class for most of the semester.â
youâre gaping at the professor in disbelief.
âiâm afraid youâll lose your scholarship if you fail the upcoming final exam. take this as your final warning. good day miss l/n.â
the door is shut in your face while you're still left trying to process exactly what just happened, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
a familiar scoff behind you brings you back though, "what is y/n l/n doing here outside the staff meeting room? what? about to blow one of your professors for marks or something?"
you spin, stepping into her space, faces inches away from each other, "you jealous or something hirai? i'll blow you too if you beg."
you revel in the way her cheeks immediately flush, a slightly shaky finger pushing up the glasses on her nose as she looks away, "jokes on you l/n. i don't have a dick dimwit."
"you don't need one for me to make you feel good."
she's sputtering, moving around you quickly to escape, knocking on the staff door. you smirk, reveling in the slight win over her but immediately forgetting the feeling of triumph when you realise you're still fucked for your final in 2 weeks.
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"y/n, you know i love you, but i cannot explain this again in any other way."
you groan, hands coming up to pull at your hair.
"but you got like a high affliction or something for this class last year! if you can't teach me i'm actually royally screwed, pleaseee?"
"it's high distinction sweetie. and just because someone's good at something doesn't mean they're a good teacher. sorry to break it to you but i couldn't teach my little cousins how to multiply fractions without wanting to commit homicide."
you wrinkle your nose, "gross dude they're literally related to you."
"no babes homicide means i wanted to kill them."
"oh... i guess that's better?"
"focus! c'mon you remember how to do the cross product right?"
"i don't get ittttttt!!!!!!! isn't that just multiplication? a times b equals ab!"
"this isn't algebra it's vectors. cross product isn't multiplication y/n."
you groan again, facepalming the desk in front of you.
your friend sighs, "sorry y/n i have to get going now. promised my boyfriend i'd go watch his game tonight."
"what?! you can't leave me here!"
your friend's already packing up their stuff though, "sorry! good luck with the studying though!"
you wail in goodbye, sitting up again and slapping your face a few times, trying to hype yourself up.
two minutes later, and you're still absolutely nowhere.
you decide to go out for a quick stroll rather than start a campfire in the middle of the library with all your papers. the evening breeze feels refreshing against your skin as you take in the sky. breathing in a deep sigh and closing your eyes briefly.
definitely the wrong idea when you crash headfirst into something that yelps a "what the fuck!" followed by the sound of smashing glass and a whine of pain.
your eyes are quick to open and you stare down at a bleeding hirai momo next to what looks to be a ruined 3D print of a final project or something.
"oh shit momo! are you okay?" you crouch down quickly, trying to collect the glass pieces that have broken, yelping when a piece digs into your skin.
"has all that bleach finally reached your brain y/n? who goes for broken glass with their bare hands?" she's frowning, rubbing her head a little and inspecting the cut across her arm.
"i-i'm sorry i-"
she sighs, "save it. i've had a long enough day as it is. being around you any longer is just gonna increase my chances of dying to some freak plane crash or something." she's standing up and brushing her hands off on her pants muttering to herself, "i'll have to call security to come clean this up."
you realise then that her eyes look a little puffier than usual, slightly tinged with red, the telltale signs of crying.
you suddenly feel terrible. whatever you had just broken seemed like an extremely intricate piece of work, and she was still bleeding down her arm but she didn't seem to pay it much mind, taking a phone out of her pocket and dialing security.
you step to the side and wait for her to finish talking on the phone. she doesn't realise you haven't left yet, swearing under her breath as she assess the damage once again.
when she turns and sees you again, she scowls, "what are you still doing here bimbo? don't you have a dick to ride or some jewelry to shine?"
you ignore her, blushing instead, "you're still bleeding."'
she looks surprised at that response, glancing at her arm again briefly and shrugging, "it's whatever. i'll clean it up later."
you wrap a hand around her wrist then, still not meeting her eyes, "let me? it'll be hard to bandage it properly with your left hand. and i kinda owe you for all of-" you gesture vaguely with your other hand at the ground, "this."
she's tugging her hand back quickly though, "don't bother. you'd probably make it worse. just go home y/n."
you sigh exasperatedly, "won't you just let me help! i feel bad okay? i can't just leave you here bleeding onto the concrete waiting for security to come clean this up."
she's surprised at your outburst, eyes locking onto yours and then nodding slightly. you don't let her rethink her decision as you drag her back inside the library, heading into the storeroom where you knew they had emergency first aid supplies.
you sit her down on the chair and rummage through the small kit for some alcohol wipes to clean the wound first.
she's eyeing you with a sort of caution, but is quick to clench her eyes shut and gasp at the first sting of disinfectant.
it's quiet for a bit while you work on cleaning her wound.
"where'd you learn first aid?" she speaks up first, eyes meting yours again.
"my little sister used to play around a lot with the rougher kids in the neighborhood. so she was always coming home with scratches and cuts and my mom was at work most of the time so i had to learn to take care of her myself."
momo hums, "guess that didn't really translate to taking care of yourself then huh? i mean with the way you're always tripping over air and stuff, you're more of a danger to yourself than a serial killer would be." there's no malice to her words this time, just lightly teasing you and you smile.
"i am sorry by the way. for breaking that. it looked like it'll be pretty hard to replicate."
"nah. i can just print another one tomorrow don't worry."
you both fall into silence again as you finish cleaning her wound, going to collect a few of the bandages to start wrapping around her arm.
you clear your throat a little awkwardly, "so... long day?"
she chuckles humorlessly in response, "something like that."
"wanna talk about it?"
she bristles then, and you're quick to correct yourself, "i mean you don't have to. just... making conversation."
it's quiet for a little longer and you're finishing wrapping her up, grabbing a small adhesive to stick it all together when she sighs. "sorry. just had a lot of pressure from back home lately. my parents keep wanting me to hurry up and graduate so i can go back to japan and take over the family companies. they called earlier saying how they're cutting off my funding for next year if i continue to drag out my studies."
"what? but you're only 23. don't you have like, things left you wanna do before you're all old and unable to move anymore?"
she giggles a little, its the first time you've heard that from her, "yeah tons actually. i've always wanted to see the northern lights and stay in one of those cute little igloos in finland, maybe go to antarctica and do some research there."
"okay! do that! what's stopping you?"
she smiles at you sadly, "my parents won't allow it. they'd disown me for not taking over their companies. and frankly, i'd be broke without them. i don't have the kind of money to keep living abroad like this if they were to stop supporting me."
you tilt your head a little in confusion, "can't you find a job?"
she's laughing then, a full, nose-scrunching laugh, "not with the classes i'm taking. i'd have to either take part-time study, which my parents would literally kill me for because it's 'embarassing' and would bring shame on our family name, or... never sleep again and take a night job or something."
you frown, sitting back on your heels.
"thanks for this by the way. you're still hurt though, do you want me to do you?"
"-and don't make a weird joke about that." she interrupts you before you can even open your mouth.
you pout, nodding a little as she laughs, and grabs the first aid box from you, gently placing your hand in her lap and cleaning your fingers.
you're caught by the way her eyebrows furrow a little in concentration, her teeth biting into her bottom lip slightly, and you can't help but think she looks cute.
you're brought quickly out of these alarming thoughts though, when she asks "how come you're in the library so late on a friday night anyway? never thought the day would come."
you groan, remembering the stack of math papers you have sitting on your desk, "i have to study for a math final coming next week. if i fail i lose my scholarship and i can't let my mom pay for any of this. she's already worked hard enough getting both my sister and me through school."
momo looks surprised at your admission, "oh. i'm sorry. i didn't know you were on scholarship."
you hum, "yeah most people don't assume it from looking at me." you tease a little, flipping your blonde hair over your shoulder and giving a little jingle of your bracelets.
"i'm not materialistic or anything but i enjoy having things that make me look nice y'know?"
she rolls her eyes, placing bandaids carefully onto your fingers.
"you don't need any of those things anyway."
you're caught again, unsure whether that was a compliment or some new way of torturing you.
she clears her throat, "all done."
you look at your hand, cutely littered with some winnie the pooh bandaids she must have found in the first aid kit.
you beam up at her, "thanks!"
she blushes a little and looks away from you, shyly rubbing the back of her neck, "hey look... i can help you study for that test next week if you want. don't want you losing your scholarship over something simple like that. plus i kinda helped go through all the first year math exams for some extra credit with the head of department."
you're shocked at first, and then jumping and squealing, bringing her up with you, "what?! you will?! oh my god thank you!!!!! holy shit oh my god i'm not gonna fail oh shit i'm-"
she's shooshing you in an instant though, a hand clamped over your mouth, eyes darting behind you, "y/n! we're still in a library!"
you grin when she lets you go, whispering loudly, "thank you!"
she's rolling her eyes and letting herself be dragged over to your table, praying that she didn't make the wrong decision deciding to help you.
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momo's standing outside your lecture theatre, waiting for your class to end. you texted her saying you were getting your final results back today so she decided to pop by and make sure everything was okay.
once students start exiting the class she slips in, walking towards the professor who's packing up her stuff..
"momo! good to see you here. although i'm a little surprised. i wasn't expecting you."
"hey professor kwon. i'm just here to-"
momo's attacked from the back, you're squealing as you latch onto her excitedly, waving a test paper in front of her face, "i passed! momo look i passed! with a 62!!!!! that's higher than i've ever gotten!!!!!"
"miss l/n. i didn't know you knew momo." professor kwon is looking you up and down with a little distaste but you ignore it, squeezing momo even tighter in thanks.
"y/n- stop- wait lemme see that-" she snatches the paper out of your hand and scans it, eyes lighting up when she confirms you did in fact pass.
"congratulations! all that hard work really paid off."
you're blushing, "couldn't have done it without you hirai. c'mon, come out with my friends and i tonight to celebrate!"
"o-oh i don't know about that y/n... i've got-"
"study yeah yeah you always do. but you've gotta relax every now and then you know?"
"miss l/n is right momo. you're the most hardworking student here you should give yourself a break every now and then."
you're nodding fiercely, "right right! thanks professor kim!"
she looks at you with a glare, "kwon. its professor kwon miss l/n."
you're nodding, waving her off shaking momo, "c'mon pleaseeeeeeee? i'll pay for everything. as a thanks for helping me. and i can afford it now too since i won't be losing my scholarship which is also thanks to you so..!"
momo's still uncertain, hand at the back of her neck again, a nervous tick you've picked up on.
"oh professor i just remembered!" you're switching back to your professor, excitement and attention everywhere, "you were looking for outstanding students to tutor next semester right? how about momo? she's the only reason i passed this final and trust me when i say i'm a pretty difficult student to teach."
"oh?" the professor looks towards momo who's eyes have widened, "i had actually planned on asking you regardless but seeing as you were very successful with miss l/n it's just even more proof that you'd be a great teacher. what do you say momo? it's paid decently and great on your academic and work transcripts as well..."
you're looking between your professor and momo with full eyes.
momo looks like she's about to reject the offer, you knew it was because her parents expected her to be back in japan next year but you stop her before she's able to say anything.
"momo! this is great! this is exactly what you need! a job while you're still at uni so you can study at any time but still get paid for it!"
"y/n..."
"it's okay momo. think about it and let me know if you're interested and you've got the job 100%. i've got to get going to my next class now but goodbye girls, congratulations miss l/n but i hope i won't be seeing you in my class next year."
"oh definitely not professor kim!" you wave enthusiastically, giggling at the way the professor sighs in defeat.
you look back at momo who still looks a little stunned.
"well? what do you think?" you ask her excitedly.
"i- i don't know... there's a lot to think about..."
you tilt your head to the side a little in confusion, a gesture momo was beginning to grow fond of.
"i can't just abandon my family y/n. it's a decision that will take me some time to go over." she smiles at you gently, you can't believe this was the same girl who used to call you mean words and intentionally pray on your downfall.
"mm okay. i don't really get it but as long as you're happy in the end it doesn't matter. now c'mon! you coming tonight or not?"
she sighs fondly, "yeah yeah just this once. and we better be home by 12!"
you're pulling her along again scoffing, "riiiiiiiiight 12pm maybe."
"y/n!"
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momo was most definitely out of her comfort zone. she mostly stuck to the bar, avoiding eye contact with people who tried to approach her. she quickly ordered another drink, hoping the alcohol could at least ease her nerves.
you were most definitely in your zone. you adored being able to dress up and let loose, especially when everyone else is so drunk youâre no longer the only person falling over themselves. you could laugh a little and have fun as well.
you could feel momoâs eyes on you and you ached to drag her out onto the dance floor and join you but she was adamant on staying by the bar when you had tried.
youâre not sure if it was the alcohol or maybe you were just attracted to her now after youâve spent a whole week studying with her pretty much every minute of every day. but she looked good. you licked your lips as your eyes trailed down the slant of her jawline, her neck and clavicles outlined in the halter top she was sporting. your eyes politely moved past her chest but darted straight down to the abs that she apparently had hidden from the entire student body. how did she even have time to have abs when she always had her nose in a book or was in a lab conducting experiments?
you snap out of it when you realise said abs were moving closer to you for some reason, and suddenly she's all in your space, shoving someone behind you that you hadn't even realised was there in your momo-induced daze.
you turn to see a man with half his shirt unbuttoned and a look of surprise on his face. "the fuck dude?"
momo says nothing, reaching for your drink instead, sticking a finger in and swirling it around for 2 seconds before bringing it to her lips.
that was hot.
"rohypnol."
"what? what the fuck are you on about?" the guy is annoyed, drawing the attention of bystanders as they create a small circle around the three of you, you spot your friends in the crowd looking at you in confusion silently asking what's going on?
you can only shake your head, attention moving back to momo who's standing up straight, almost chest to chest with the guy now.
"rohypnol. a drug belonging to the benzodiazepine class of drugs that inhibits the central nervous system causing the user to experience extreme drowsiness and even blackout in some cases. it can also cause the user memory loss and brings the user to a higher state of intoxication in a rapid amount of time. it's street name is roofies."
the man is sputtering now, "w-what? what is this bullshit? what are you tryna say huh?"
"that you tried to roofie my friend here. do you want me to call the police? have them check this drink for traces of the drug?"
"what!? the fuck?!"
momo sighs, her eyes closing for a second, "is your vocabulary only limited to what? and the fuck? it's getting tiring talking to you."
he's gaping like a fish, the people surrounding you have called security over and they're tying his hands behind his back and he's left squirming against them, yelling more curses as momo stands stoically, watching him get taken away.
she sighs when he's out of sight and turns to you with a smile, "you should be more careful. you could've been hurt tonight."
you can't even think straight and the music is being turned back up, and momo looks so good, you can't help the way you're pulling her in by the waist and planting your lips on hers.
she makes a sound of surprise and is shocked for a second, but closes her eyes and returns the kiss, maneuvering you a little so she can place the spiked drink on a nearby table before her hand returns to you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your shoulder.
you're a little desperate when you claw at her abs that are now within touching distance, and she giggles into the kiss. you mutter a small shut up, reattaching your lips, feeling all the adrenaline of the night pumping through you as you mould yourself against her.
"god is it weird that- that kinda turned me on a little?" you're speaking between breaths, her lips swallowing up your words, not letting you catch a break.
she hums lightly against you, "which part?"
"the- when you were talking- about all those chemicals- and whatever-"
she breaks away from you then, an eyebrow arched and a hint of a smirk on her face, "you get off on me talking nerdy?"
you want to wipe that smirk off her face. "take me home and i'll show you what i get off on."
her eyes darken considerably, and she's tugging you towards the exit, grabbing the spiked drink and pouring it down the drain first to make sure no one drinks it. the little action of consideration even when you're both overwhelmed with lust just gets you more wet.
you send a quick text to your friends saying you had to leave early, and then you're in a cab, lips on each other's again, hands roaming and exploring every inch of available skin.
you suppose the one good thing out of that math exam was it bringing the two of you together at last.
#momo#hirai momo#twice momo#momo x reader#momo x f!reader#momo x fem!reader#twice x reader#twice x fem!reader#twice x f!reader#momo imagines#twice imagines#dovveri
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I loved ur bimbo x shidou- you wrote him so well omg- pls make more with shidou <33
shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader pt 2
c/w . implied female reader, smut MDNI, fluff, shidou ryusei is INSANELY CRAZY for you wc: 1.2 k a/n . omai gah my first ask 𼚠TY I WAS SO WORRIED I WROTE HIM TOO TAME!! blonde demon fuck 𼰠ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! reblogs and comments appreciated â§*.
pt 1, pt 2
imagine...
shidou who loves putting a hand on your thigh when he drives. he has the music turned down - probably something from 'hide' - while he rests his cheek against his fist, staring and listening to you rambling about a cute puppy you saw.
the hand on your thigh squeezes and massages the flesh between his fingers absentmindedly. though he's looking at you, he probably isn't thinking about too much (when does he ever though) other than the fact that you look so fucking cute.
your shiny lipgloss, the animated way your hands move when you talk about how the puppy just kept hopping about and licking your 'fingies', how your eyes light up and shine.
he taps his pointer finger against your inner thigh twice, getting your attention, before leaning close, lips puckered. "got me all winded up doll~ ya look soo cute right now~!" and you pause, face turning hot before you giggle and peck his lips.
i hc him to have insane road rage, and you can tell by how angry he is by how he squeezes your thigh.
if it's just a long line, he'll squeeze your knee slightly, pinching and playing with the flesh while waiting for the traffic to move.
however if anyone does anything else like cutting in front of you or stopping suddenly, he immediately becomes to furious. his hand grips onto your thigh harder, digging his fingers into your flesh in an almost bruising grip. he does it both to relieve his rage and to keep you from flying too far away - even with the seat belt keeping you safe.
"these fuckers don't know how to fuckin' drive? almost made my baby fly out the damn car!"
he has a crazy look on his face. this is the only circumstance his hand leaves your thigh. it flies up to the horn, blaring it and staring right at the car that dared to put your safety at risk.
and the poor people who cut in front of you are non the wiser of the demon they angered. shidou will purposely drive to be beside the car and look inside with his piercing eyes.
safe to say the offenders will zoom tf away.
and when they do shidou will look straight at you wide smile on his face. 'praise me!' and what else can you do when your man protects you as well as he has?
anyone driving past your car would think there was a dog inside because of all the howling
shidou who clings and whines when he had to leave your side. every so often he has to go overseas for a match, and you almost always forget to request for day offs.
"my dumb little doll, makin' me suffer for their actions..." he always sulks, pouty as he snuggles deep into your neck.
he hates not having you be his side, hates not being to hold you, touch you, smell you, kiss you. he'd rather die than not be able to be with you.
for the days leading up to his departure he clings onto you. early morning runs are delayed cause he stays in bed longer, either with his cock buried deep inside, having you cockwarm him or with his head between your legs enjoying what little time he had left.
and when the time finally comes for him to leave has a few memorabilia to keep him going through the days. pictures of you, promises of calls every morning, afternoon and night, your undies, the usual!
might explore this more it sounds kinda fun ngl
shidou who loves your trampstamp. you'd gotten it while he was out of the country and took a picture of it to cheer him up.
you'd heard some of your girl friends got it and it made their significant others happy, so you did it too!
what could go wrong?
apparently a lot. the moment shidou saw the picture - accompanied by the text "got a new tattoo! isn't it cute?" - he went feral.
the picture of you in front of the mirror with your shirt off, undies pulled low to show him the fresh ink on your skin, killed shidou ryusei.
immediately he books a flight home. he doesn't care if the match is tomorrow, his doll got him a present and he needs to have them in his arms and on his dick right now.
he texted you that he was coming back but you didn't believe him. he has a match tomorrow, there's no way he's coming home!
oh sweetheart.
and you have no one else to blame other than yourself when he shows up ay the front door, dripping in sweat and lust, demanding you show him the tattoo.
the look he has in his eye is exactly the same as when he's on the field. the same look he has when he wants to shoot a goal. when he explodes.
and there is a goal here. right in front of him.
you.
shidou who makes you swatch new lipstick on him. red, pink, purple, green, he wants you to paint the whole damn rainbow on him with your lips.
you can bet the moment you return from a makeup store - using his money too, of course - he's grabbing you and sitting you on his lap on the couch and making you bring out your haul.
and you show it to him like you're a makeup youtube creator, hand behind the product and reading out the names to shidou. and he nods along, smirking and watching your child-like excitement over your newest palette.
"oh my god ryu!! look!!", you pull out a cute pink eyeshadow palette.
"ooh, that looks cute doll."
"it's the trixie mattel 'girl talk' palette!! i just saw it and had to buy it! look this hot pink is to die for!!"
and he thinks your rambling is cute, he really does, but all he's really excited to see is the new lipstick or lipgloss you bought.
"and look at how pink this lipstick is baby!"
you're too oblivious to realise how much he perked up, hands gripping your sides tighter, expectant look on his face as he watches your hands take out the products.
"i got this pink, and this one which is a little darker, and this one that's sparkly~!"
"well? what're you waitin' for then pretty?"
and that's your cue to start unboxing them, putting them on your lips and marking up your man.
30 minutes is all it takes for you to finish trying out all your new lipsticks. but you're not even focused on swatching it anymore.
now he's looming over your panting form, strings of drool connecting your lips. your eyes are teary, mascara dripping down your face as your hands grip onto his blond hair.
his face is littered with pink kisses. on his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin, his neck, everything all the way down to his naked chest is covered in kisses.
he's gorgeous. that's all your dumb little brain can think when he kisses you like this.
she's perfect. is all shidou ryusei can think when you kiss him like this.
#x bimbo!reader#x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk imagines#shidou ryusei x reader#shidou ryusei#shidou x reader#â§. bllk
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Dear Diary
DAY 1
I don't know why I'm doing this. I found this hot pink journal in my room. The logo is a little silly but it'd be a shame to waste all the paper. So I guess I'll write down what I'm thinking.
DAY 3
Honestly this has been nicer than I expected. It feels good to get your thoughts down on paper. Then you don't have to think so hard about your troubles.
DAY 7
I noticed how negative I've been when journaling. So I decided to be more positive and try some new things. Dress nicer. Take care of my appearance more.
DAY 14
I went to the salon today. It was a strange impulse after writing down things I wanted to improve. Just a little trim...maybe some highlights. Something simple.
DAY 15
I went full blonde today. Light blonde. I should feel self-conscious but it feels...sooooo good!
DAY 28
Another salon day! Got a touch up with a cute pigtail hairstyle...and a bit more. The girls convince me try some filler and more than a 'lil makeup. It felt like a lot but they were sooooo excited. So I couldn't help being excited too!
DAY 40
Like, people are looking at me funny. Is it my clothing? They, like, don't fit as much any more. My boobies...I mean breasts...seem bigger. Butt seems rounder. Oh well! Time for a shopping spreeeeee!
DAY 47
Um, like, sorry for not writing more. I've been, like, sooooo forgetful of late. I do my makeup, squeeze on a cute outfit, then I totes forget anything else! Is that bad? 'Course not! It feels too good to be, like, empty headed
DAY 55
Cherry is having truble trouble thinking. Cherry can't, like, 'member lyfe life before writing in diary. Was Cherry, always blonde, busty, and unsofisycated unintellygant dumb? It's like Cherry's thot thoughts all gone once she writes. But at least, like, she's hawt! :)
DAY 69
Cherry iz, like, luving lyfe! Peepole call me, lyke, a dumbo bimbo...but Cherry soooo doesn't care! Cherry iz happy. Cherry iz cute. Cherry iz, like, no thinky any more since she start wryting in diary.
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how i view bimbo!reader and princess!reader <3
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oookaayyyy, so i feel like dove cameron is the perfect example of what i imagine bimbo!reader looks like! i imagine her to be very bratty and high maintenance, always clinging to rafeâs arm in a cute little outfit that shows too much skin. she gets her nails done every two weeks on the dot, using rafeâs money, she always goes for a classic coffin french tip with an âRâ on her ring finger for rafe <3
sheâs really not afraid to stand up for herself if rafe is next to her to reassure her, but when sheâs alone? you bet she is running off crying if someone says something in the slightest mean tone to her.
she comes from money but that wasnât always the case, a pogue turned kook basically after her dad got a promotion at his lawyer job. her mom is always wondering how her she got to be so ditzy considering that both of her parents are very smart with good jobs as a nurse and lawyer.
sheâs very very small, only being about five foot one, which naturally always has her looking up at rafe whenever sheâs talking to him.
megan fox is absolutely without a doubt, princess!reader. but to be more specific, megan fox in jenniferâs body. jennifer just captures the perfect, stuck up, bitchy, attitude that princess has towards everyone but jj, of course. sheâs unfortunately a kook turned pogue after her single mother had to file for bankruptcy after her dad very recently divorced her, leaving them to live in a shitty trailer in the cut. she essentially joined the pogue gang after sarah, her best friend, introduced her to them after she asked who jj was at a beach party.
after that, princess just couldnât keep her eyes off the blonde and fell in love with him at every glance. jj was the first to kiss her while they were out drunk and skinny dipping. he always makes sure she gets whatever she wants because she will definitely throw a tantrum over it but he knows how to shut that down real quick if it gets to be too much.
she is very book smart but acts dumb to make her look innocent and naive, which she uses that as an advantage to manipulate people to get what she wants.
princess has a slight kleptomania problem, stealing whatever she canât afford. itâs where most of her wardrobe came from. sheâs not afraid to take what she wants and it has definitely got her in some situations.
her wardrobe consists of pink, white, and basically anything that she finds âsexyâ and âsluttyâ. sheâs not afraid to show off her body at all. on her relaxing days, sheâs usually in a juicy couture tracksuit with a tight fitting tank top on. her shoes of choice are heels to make her seem taller and more intimidating since sheâs only five foot four.
#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#pope heyward smut#pope heyward x reader#pope heyward#john b routledge#john b smut#john b x reader#outerbanks fic#outerbanks
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Woke up with thoughts and morning wood
Coriolanusâ sexual awakening + his road to his perfect partner lol
(This is so far from canon lmaoo, leave me alone) But this is just Coryo being an ass and a douche and hot :)
Okay so we know he is controlling as fuck. And on this path of finding something, someone, to control in an intimate way heâs been a little all over the place.
He lost his virginity in the most common way ever in the Capitol. Heâd been chatting, flirting, with a girl at the Academy and then at/after a party they got in bed together. Both virgins. And since he didnât know what feelings or sensations to expect he was very much not in the kind of control he wanted to be. It was quick and not that good, and during the girl had âusedâ his compromised state and kissed him, held his hand and other perverse things.
They did not work out.
And he ruled out girls from his class for a while. That led him to the bimbos at an all-girls school a couple blocks away. And, wow, they were dumb. Perfect for him to manipulate and trick.
He definitely used the line âIâm too big for condomsâ a few times. And once or twice, if the girl was smart enough to question about pregnancy, heâd said that he could just put it in her ass. What a gentleman <3
This one girl, Bunny, he tricked into thinking sex was just blowjobs. And thatâs not the worst thing. Heâd stop by her apartment as her mom was out at the salon, her dad at his academic work, leaving their dear Bunny opening the doors to Snow. Sheâd offer a snack and some tea, as a proper lady does, before taking him to her room and get down on her knees for him on her fluffy, pink carpet.
Heâd alternate between letting her blow him or using her pretty, pink pigtails to fuck her mouth. Once he even got her to deepthroat him, but she complained that it hurt so he didnât make her do it again. He is not some kind of monsterâŚ
But he did tell poor, vain Bunny that cum is great for the complexion, which led to her begging for a facial every time. He did feel kind of bad, until he was shooting his load. Sheâd smile so happily and look at him with the biggest, most hopeful doe eyes.
However, these girls did not really work out in the long run. When he wasnât occupying their mouth the most idiotic things would fly out of them, and he could feel himself getting dumber through osmosis. Plus heâd kind of gotten around at that school and didnât want those girls to puzzle together that. Fat chance, but he wanted to be on the safe side.
During the summer Plurbiusâ club was his best shot to get his dick wet. He got there, got a drink and just had to wait before someone closed in on him. If they were pretty heâd take them to a bathroom. He figured out a few neat tricks from those nights. His favorite is that if you give a pretty guys hair a nice tug he usually turns into a slut.
A particular night he got invited home by a guy, and since Coriolanusâ mind was racing with things to bend him over he was thankful to get somewhere with more flat surfaces. They got to his apartment, Coryo sat down in his red couch as the guy went to fetch him a drink. Just as Coriolanusâ dick had made a nice tent in his slacks from the promising night ahead of him the other guys girlfriend walked in. Shit, shit, shit. As Coryo was debating between talking his way out of this or bolting, the boyfriend nudged her toward him. Long story short, making out is much more fun when the guys girlfriend is blowing you during.
But Coriolanus found his way back to Academy sluts that term. Letting his voice drip of sex as he invited them to a âstudy sessionâ was always a fun way to make someone blush. People threw themselves at him and his blonde curls. Hereâs when he found his exact type, however.
The ones that didnât give in to him. Who actually wanted to study, who matched his wit, who made him work hard for it.
Sure, he could just point to his dick and ten people would line up, but when he was actively trying to charm someone and they just shot him a playful look? Gawd.
His very favorite is when he finally got them. Smart, collected, proper. And he could just ruin them. Make them a total slut. And a dumb one. His pants practically bursts as he thought of making someone whoâs supposed to be so smart, a debate champion into a babbling bimbo. Corrupting their strong minds with just him, him, him. Pushing his dick in, forcing all the knowledge out.
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Iâm so weird lol
#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus smut#coryo snow#coriolanus x you#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#tbosas smut
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