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In the Shadows of Fantasy

Kinkvember Day 2: Roleplay/CNC

Shin Ryujin x Male (????)

TW: Non-Con Themes (first time writing this sort of scenes.)

6.2k words

On a quiet evening in her snug apartment, the bustling world outside felt like a distant dream, imbued with an air of surreal calmness. The remnants of a vibrant day, filled with the excitement of promoting for ITZY, lingered faintly in her mind, but like a gentle tide, it was ebbing away, gradually replaced by the soothing hum of her sanctuary. After conquering the frenetic energy of rehearsals, interviews, and eager fans, Ryujin relished stepping across the threshold into her own little bubble of peace. The muted symphony of the city—a soft hum of distant honks and faintly echoing conversations—enveloped her, whispering tales of life outside while allowing her the comfort of solitude.

Her sanctuary was a refuge, a warm hug against the chill of the metropolitan hustle. As she entered her cozy space, the atmosphere exuded comfort; the soft, golden glow from carefully placed lamps created playful shadows that danced across the walls, turning the stark lines of her apartment into something softer, more inviting. The ambiance wrapped around her in layers of warmth, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world. As she sank onto her plush bed, enveloped in a knitted blanket, the remnants of the hot shower she had just indulged in lingered around her, a steamy embrace that melted away the exhaustion of her day. The warm water had worked wonders, loosening her tense muscles and leaving her in a state of relaxed bliss.

Wrapped in her silky pink pajamas—a delicate tapestry of fabric that brushed against her skin like a soft whisper—Ryujin felt a wave of relief wash over her. The delicate lace trim of her pajamas was not just an embellishment; it was a small act of indulgence, a reminder that even in a world that demanded strength and poise, the quiet luxuries of self-care were invaluable. Her long black hair, still damp and slightly tousled from the shower, had been pulled into a loose, messy bun, radiating an effortless elegance as if she were embodying the beauty of simplicity. In this personal space, Ryujin cherished the joy of authenticity, free from the public scrutiny that accompanied her life on stage.

Before fully sinking into the serene embrace of her evening rituals, Ryujin felt the familiar buzz of her phone. She reached for it, quickly thumbing through her messages. A smile tugged at her lips as she read through the lively chatter in her group chat with her bandmates. They were making plans for the night, a rare and precious opportunity to unwind amidst their demanding schedules. She quickly typed her response, crafting her words with care,

“Sorry, I can’t meet up later. I’ve already got plans for tonight.”

A wave of hesitation washed over her. It was true—she had plans, albeit not the kind that involved meeting friends for dinner or drinks. As she sent the message, a flutter of excitement coursed through her, igniting a spark of anticipation. The girls replied with understanding, their supportive words bringing a warmth to her heart. She locked her phone and tucked it beneath the comforting folds of her blanket, her pulse slowing as she glanced around her apartment. The gentle glow of candles flickered soothingly, the air thick with the aroma of serenity, a sharp contrast to the exhilarating chaos she had just left behind.

The scents of lavender and vanilla blended harmoniously, wrapping around her like an invisible shawl. A diffuser on her nightstand sent delicate puffs of lavender oil into the air, its calming properties weaving throughout the room, while a vanilla-scented candle flickered softly on the coffee table, casting moving shadows that danced playfully across the tidy space. Scattered around her were remnants of the day—magazines, photos, promotional flyers—tokens and trinkets of her fast-paced existence. Yet, in this tranquil sanctuary, they felt more like mementos of a bygone affair, whispering echoes of a vibrant life now tucked away as she embraced her present.

Ryujin let out a deep, contented sigh, surrendering fully to the plush comfort of her bed. As her mind wandered, she began to scroll through pictures from the day’s events—captured smiles and spontaneous laughter with her bandmates and the adoring fans who filled the venue with enthusiasm. The vivid memories—bright stage lights, pulsing music, and the electric energy of a crowd—swirled within her, a vibrant tapestry woven from moments of authenticity and connection. Yet, here, nestled in her softly lit living room, with the city humming a lullaby outside, she felt a reassuring sense of peace wash over her. This was her moment, a rare stillness amidst a world that rarely paused to breathe.

With her feet tucked comfortably beneath her, Ryujin relished every second of this quiet solitude. The world outside could wait; tonight, she would luxuriate in her own tranquility, enveloped by warmth, the scent of her favorite candles, and the knowledge that within the chaos of her life, she could carve out a corner meant solely for introspection and self-appreciation. Here, in her sanctuary, she could simply be Ryujin—the girl behind the stage lights, the one finding solace in the quiet power of her own company.

The tranquility of Ryujin's home was shattered by a sudden, deafening crash. The sound, akin to a gunshot, reverberated through the living room, its echoes bouncing off the walls and jolting the young idol from her peaceful reverie. The serene stillness of the dimly lit hallway before her was now a corridor of uncertainty, a pathway to an unknown danger that had so rudely intruded upon her sanctuary.

As the initial shock subsided, the pounding of heavy footsteps against the wooden floorboards sent waves of dread through Ryujin's petite frame. Each thud was a drumbeat of impending doom, the rhythm growing louder and more insistent as the source of the disturbance drew nearer. Her heart, a wild drum in her chest, pounded in sync with the advancing threat, the surge of adrenaline sharpening her senses to a painful acuity.

The darkness in the hallway seemed to deepen, and from its depths, a figure emerged—a menacing silhouette that moved with deliberate intent. Ryujin's instincts screamed for her to flee, but fear rooted her to the spot. Her attempt to cry out for help died in her throat, a silent scream that hung heavy in the air.

As the intruder drew closer, the dim light revealed his obscured features—a black ski mask concealed his identity, and his eyes, those piercing, manic eyes, gleamed with a dangerous intensity that sent shivers down Ryujin's spine. His presence was a palpable threat, a predator in her home, and she knew with a sinking certainty that her world was about to be upended.

With a roughness that took her breath away, the man seized Ryujin by the shoulders, his grip an iron vice that she couldn't break free from. He hoisted her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing, ignoring her frantic struggles and the blows she rained down upon his back. Her attempts to break free were met with a firm smack to her backside, a humiliating assertion of his control over her. His hands, now freed from the task of restraining her, roamed over her body with a sense of entitlement that made her blood run cold.

The journey down the hallway to her bedroom was a blur of panic and disbelief. Ryujin's mind raced, searching for a way to escape the nightmare that had ensnared her. But her efforts were in vain; the intruder's strength was overwhelming, and her bedroom—a space that had always been a haven—was now the stage for her terror.

Tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll, Ryujin's breath was knocked from her lungs. The bedframe creaked ominously under the sudden addition of weight, and she scrambled to regain her footing, to put distance between herself and the monster that loomed over her. But he was on her in an instant, his body pinning hers to the mattress with terrifying ease.

"Stop! Who are you? What are you doing?" Ryujin's voice was a tremulous whisper, laced with the kind of fear that claws at the throat and threatens to suffocate. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison, the air thick with the scent of her own fear and the sickening sweetness of the intruder's breath.

His response was a cruel laugh that seemed to mock her vulnerability, he silenced her attempts to scream. "Silence," he hissed, the command a low growl that filled the room and silenced the last of her protests. His hands, calloused and rough, tore at her clothing with a ferocity that left her exposed and shivering in the cool air.

Ryujin's heart pounded in her chest like a trapped animal desperate for escape as she lay there, her wrists firmly ensnared in the iron grip of her captor. His hands, large and unyielding, were like manacles, pinning her to the cold, unforgiving surface beneath her. Her struggles were futile, her strength no match for the brute force that held her captive.

Tears carved rivulets down her cheeks, each one a silent testament to her terror. Her voice, once strong and defiant, was now a mere whisper as she begged for mercy. "Please, don't do this," she pleaded, her words laced with desperation. But the intruder, his eyes darkened with a lust that brooked no room for compassion, was deaf to her entreaties. He was a man possessed, his mind clouded by a perverse obsession that had consumed him whole.

"You’re mine now," he declared, his voice a guttural growl that resonated with the promise of unspeakable acts. The words hung in the air like a specter, filling the room with a palpable sense of dread. Ryujin's body trembled, not just from the chill of the room, but from the deep-seated fear that gripped her soul. She knew that her life was hanging by a thread, and that the man above her was the only one who held the power to sever it.

His breath, hot and ragged, washed over her face as he leaned in closer, his intentions clear. Ryujin felt a wave of nausea rise within her as she realized the horror that was about to unfold. She closed her eyes, trying to transport herself to a safer place, a happier memory, but the reality of her situation was an unbreakable chain that tethered her to the present.

The intruder's hands roamed over her body with a sense of entitlement, each touch a violation, a desecration of her being. Ryujin's mind raced, searching for a way out, a miracle that would deliver her from this nightmare. But as she lay there, helpless and afraid, she knew that her fate was sealed. The only thing left to do was to endure, to survive by any means necessary, and to hope against hope that she would live to see another day.

The roughness of his hands scraped against her soft skin, leaving a trail of dread in their wake. Ryujin's heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat that echoed the turmoil in her mind. Each grope, each unwanted caress, sent shockwaves of revulsion through her. His touch was a violation, a harsh juxtaposition to the gentle caresses she had once known.

His fingers, unyielding and intrusive, pried at her most private sanctum, a sacred space now desecrated by his relentless, cruel exploration. The intimate touch that should have been filled with warmth and mutual desire was instead laced with a cold, brutal possessiveness. It was a reminder of her loss of control, her autonomy stripped away by force.

Ryujin felt her very essence recoil from the abomination of his touch. Her body, once a vessel of joy and pleasure, now served as a battleground, a site of abuse. With each passing moment, the vile invasion further tainted her, leaving her feeling irreparably soiled, her spirit crying out against the defilement of her temple.

In the depths of her being, Ryujin's mind railed against the horror, a silent scream reverberating through her consciousness. She clung to the fragments of her dignity, a desperate act of defiance against the physical and emotional ravaging of her person. With each heartbeat, she fought to preserve a piece of herself untouched by the brutality that surrounded her, a small flame of resistance flickering in the darkness of her ordeal.

His depraved taunts sliced through the air, each word a lash against her dignity. "God look at you getting wet, I knew you were a slut hiding as an idol," he sneered, his voice dripping with malicious glee. His words were not just spoken; they were a deliberate and cruel violation of her spirit, an attempt to strip her of her identity and reduce her to nothing more than an object of his twisted desires.

Ryujin's denials were fierce, yet they seemed to dissipate into the ether, unacknowledged and invalidated by the monster looming above her. She mustered all her strength to form coherent words through her sobs, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and outrage. "No, please, you're wrong!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with terror, reflecting the shattered remnants of her once untouchable world.

But her tearful pleas fell on deaf ears. The intruder reveled in her distress, feeding off it, his smirk growing ever wider as he watched her struggle against the nightmare he had forced upon her. With each passing moment, her torment seemed to intensify, a crescendo of emotional and psychological pain that threatened to consume her entirely.

The man who claimed to be her fan, who had morphed into her captor, traced the contours of her vulnerability with a touch that was both invasive and terrifying. With a single finger, he probed her innocence, curling it in a gesture that was as much a violation as it was a perverse display of control. Scooping the essence of her fear and arousal, he brought it to her tear-streaked face, a macabre exhibition to prove his twisted point. "See? Even when you deny it, you love it," he sneered, before indulging in the taste of her terror, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she watched, paralyzed by the moment, her struggles futile under his oppressive grip.

The chill of his words cut deeper than the physical intrusion. "I've been watching you for some time now, I even attended your fan meet," he growled into her ear, the proximity of his breath a violation in itself. "The way you spoke to me, I knew you wanted this, wanted me." His statement was a delusion, a fabrication born from his obsessive desire to possess her.

With no regard for her well being, he forced his three longest fingers into her, cruelly exploring her depths as she fought against the invasion, her legs flailing in a desperate attempt to deny him access. A swift, stinging slap to her thighs served as a harsh reminder of her helplessness, and he pinned her legs open with his knees, ensuring her resistance was crushed under his relentless assault.

His hands were unyielding, pistoning with a ferocity that ignored her pleas for mercy. The slickness of her own arousal betrayed her, fueling his relentless rhythm. Each thrust was a reminder of her captivity, each cry that tore from her throat a testament to her suffering. But Ryujin was not one to surrender easily. With a surge of adrenaline, she mustered the strength to fight back, freeing a leg and landing a kick that momentarily freed her from his grasp. The brief respite was a fleeting victory, as her attempt to escape was swiftly thwarted by his longer reach and quick reflexes.

"You never know when to quit, do you?" he taunted, a smirk playing at his lips. "I should have seen this coming; you were always so strong." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of admiration and malice. "But that only makes it sweeter—knowing how satisfying it’ll be when I finally reduce you to nothing but a toy." His words, dripping with twisted admiration, laid bare the sinister depths of his obsession.

The room that was once a haven of tranquility and self-expression, a scene of unfathomable horror was unfolding. The room, bathed in the dim glow of a solitary lamp, bore witness to a transformation that would leave its occupant forever scarred. This was no longer a sanctuary; it was a site of a struggle that would test the very limits of human resilience.

The walls, once adorned with vibrant colors and personal mementos, now stood as silent sentinels to an act of domination. As the assailant's eyes swept across the room, they settled on an object that would chill the blood of any onlooker: a length of rope, its very presence an ominous harbinger of what was to come. The rope, an everyday item twisted into an instrument of torment, lay coiled and waiting—its innocent origins now a distant memory in the face of its dark new purpose.

With a grip born of malice, the assailant seized the rope, its fibers a cruel contrast to the softness of the skin it would soon bind. The victim, a soul whose light had drawn many, now found herself ensnared by the very space that once celebrated her essence. As she was dragged towards the bed, a symbol of comfort turned into an altar of suffering, the rope in the assailant's hand became a grim portent of her impending entrapment.

"What is this for? You're a kinky little bitch, huh?" he sneered, the words a vile distortion of intimacy. Ryujin's denial was written in the frantic shake of her head and the terror etched across her face. Her gaze flickered towards a drawer.

Noticing her glance, he leaned over and pulled it open, his expression twisting with dark amusement as he uncovered the hidden item. "Well, well," he murmured, lifting the rainbow-colored dildo wrapped in cloth. "Looks like you've got your secrets." His tone was laced with cruel satisfaction as he held her private joy aloft, a personal item now transformed into a weapon for her degradation.

In a swift and brutal motion, she was thrown onto the bed, the force of the action resurfacing memories of what happened just moments ago. The assailant, driven by a desire to dominate and degrade, secured her hands to the bedpost with ruthless efficiency. The rope dug into her flesh, each strand a thread in the tapestry of her suffering.

The decision to leave her legs untied was a calculated one, a means to leave her completely and utterly vulnerable. The sense of exposure was all-consuming, rendering her utterly defenseless against the violence that was to follow.

Ryujin, whose name evoked images of a fierce idol known for her strength, grace and power. Now found herself trapped in a human drama of the darkest kind. Her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat against the silence that enveloped the room. With each desperate pull against the restraints, her unyielded spirit shone through the darkness of her situation, a beacon of resistance that refused to be extinguished.

The moment of violation arrived with a swift and violent plunge, an act that would seek to strip away her sense of self. The toy, once a source of personal enjoyment, was now an extension of her assailant's twisted desires. Its rainbow markings, a grotesque contrast to the act they were now part of, stood in stark contrast to the vibrancy they were meant to represent.

The struggle was internal as much as it was physical. I can't… not like this she thought, but her body, a finely tuned instrument honed through years of dance and performance, betrayed her. A quiet gasp slipped out, her legs trembling as she fought to maintain a composure that was being systematically dismantled. The toy filled her in a way that was impossible to ignore, its movements an unwelcome rhythm dictated by hands that had no right to touch her.

Teetering on the edge of her endurance, her mind spun in a desperate search for an anchor—a lifeline to cling to amidst the relentless onslaught. But the man, a specter of menace was unrelenting, a manifestation of her deepest fears made flesh.

With each passing second, Ryujin felt the invisible grip of inevitability tighten around her. It's too much, she realized, the thought piercing through the haze of her resistance. And just as this realization coalesced into a stark acceptance, her body tensed, betraying her final shred of resistance. A soft cry, born of a place where strength and vulnerability intertwine, escaped her lips as she let go, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation that threatened to consume her whole.

The orgasm that followed was not just a physical response; it was a shattering of the self, a detonation that rippled through every fiber of her being. For a moment, everything else vanished—erased by the pulsating, all-consuming release she had tried so hard to deny. "No, no, not like this—" she gasped, but her plea was lost in the tempest that raged within. The orgasm crashed through her like a rogue wave, her entire body seizing with the sudden intensity, leaving her breathless and exposed.

Her legs shook violently, her control lost to the tide of pleasure that surged through her core in overwhelming pulses. Each throb was a testament to the power of her adversary, a man who watched with a dark satisfaction etched into the harsh lines of his face. His gaze was fixed on her, a predator savoring the sight of his prey coming undone in his arms.

Ryujin's body arched into the pleasure she had tried so hard to resist, her mind too clouded with sensation to mount any further defense. Her composure, once a fortress, lay in ruins, each shudder tearing away the last remnants of her armor. She was completely vulnerable, exposed to the cruel whims of her attacker, a man who seemed to revel in the unraveling of her defenses.

With her legs trembling and the last of her resistance shattered, her orgasm wracked her until there was nothing left to give. She lay there, spent, her breaths coming in shallow bursts as the aftershocks pulsed faintly through her limbs. He held her, still reveling in the sight of his idol succumbing so completely to the moment.

The assault on her dignity continued as he began to undo his pants, letting her glimpse his hardening cock—a sight that was both repulsive and terrifying. He repeated his previous actions, dipping his fingers and letting Ryujin see just how wet she was from being handled against her will. "Just accept it, Ryujin, you're a slut, a slut who loves to be ra-" His words were cut off as a glob of saliva hit his face. Her defiance was palpable, "how dare you say such things, let me go, you freak," she tried to intimidate him despite her position.

This only made the man chuckle, a sound that was incongruously light against the gravity of the situation. He wiped the spit from his face and, without warning, he slapped her pussy and suddenly inserted his full length into her throbbing folds. A sharp gasp escaping Ryujin's lips as her body adjusted to the sudden abuse. His pace was relentless, each movement rough and mechanical, offering no reprieve from the overwhelming sensation.

"Stop… please…" Ryujin whimpered, her voice barely audible as she fought to hold on, her body bucking beneath him as she tried in vain to push him away.

"You want this," he hissed in response, his hips slamming into hers. "You knew what would happen, all those times you were up on the stage, shaking your ass with nothing but shorts that didn’t even cover your ass, you know what you were doing, don’t pretend you didn’t."

The words sent a shudder through her. In the privacy of her home, the fear took hold—would anyone even know to come help her? She should've just gone with the ITZY girls, but this was what she had wanted, a moment to herself, a chance to stay home and relax. Now, her desire for solitude had backfired, trapping her in a nightmare. Her mind rebelled against the raw brutality of it, while her body betrayed her with its responses.

"I… I don’t…" Ryujin gasped, her voice trembling as his thrusts became more punishing, forcing her to feel every inch of him inside her. The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure mixed into one confusing, intoxicating wave.

The man grunted, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "You will take it. You’ll take everything I give you." He forcefully grabbed her hair, using it as a handle as he thrusted harder into her. If she just slightly brought her eyes down, she would be able to see the assault happening to her precious core, a sight that would haunt her long after the physical scars had healed.

Tears of frustration and shame spilled down her cheeks as Ryujin struggled to process the overwhelming intensity. Each brutal thrust tore through her, making her feel both powerless and consumed. Her body quaked with each movement, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought the conflicting emotions warring inside her.

"Please… stop…" Ryujin whispered again, but the plea fell on deaf ears. Her body, traitorous in its response, began to react to his touch, a warmth pooling deep within her core, betraying the turmoil of her heart and mind.

This scene, fraught with a harrowing mix of fear and arousal, is not just a moment but a narrative that underscores the intricate and often misunderstood nature of human sexuality and consent. Her voice, barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of fear and desperation, "No… No… I can't cum like this, not again," underscores the internal conflict that many victims of sexual coercion face. The struggle within her was palpable, a conflict between the primal urges of her flesh and the clear boundaries she so desperately wanted to maintain.

Yet, her tormentor was relentless. "You can, and you will. You want it, your body craves it," he growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate within her, stirring feelings she wished would remain dormant. His words were not just a statement but a command, an assertion of control that left her feeling powerless and exposed.

The intensity of the situation was undeniable, pulling her closer to the edge despite the tears that streamed down her face. Each sob was a silent scream, a plea for mercy that went unheard. She hated how much her body had betrayed her, how it responded to the very touch that repulsed her mind. The paradox of pleasure and pain intertwined, creating a storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

Just as his brutal thrusts reached their peak, his voice broke through in a ragged growl. “Fuck, your tight pussy is making me cum. I’m gonna fill you up so well,” he groaned, his member starting to pulsate inside her.

Panicking, Ryujin tried one last time to regain control. “Please don’t—anything but that. I’ll swallow everything, please don’t cum in me. I need to keep my job, please!” Her voice was desperate, her pleas frantic. But he ignored her, too far gone, the sound of her cries only pushing him closer to his inevitable release.

With a final, forceful slam of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her. His body tensed, grunting as the rush of his climax took hold. Ryujin’s body, pushed to its breaking point, betrayed her in the worst way possible. A choked, involuntary cry escaped her lips as she felt a molten heat bubble up from her core. “No, no, no—I can’t cum like this, I can’t—OH FUCK! NO!” Her protest turned into a scream as an intense orgasm ripped through her, unstoppable, her body convulsing against her will..

Every nerve was on fire, her entire being wracked with sensation as her climax overtook her. She could feel him inside her, his length pulsing, pumping one wave of release after another, spilling every drop of his cum deep into her womb. It was too much, her body buckling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

When it was over, she lay there trembling, her limbs weak and unsteady. Conflicting emotions tore at her—shame and disgust mingled with the unsettling, undeniable relief her body had experienced. She felt a profound sense of humiliation, haunted by the fact that even under such circumstances, her body had responded so intensely, climaxing harder than ever before.

Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps as she tried to make sense of the chaotic swirl of sensations and the hollow feeling left behind. Finally, his movements slowed and stopped, his weight pressing heavily into her, pinning her further into the bed. For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, thick with exhaustion, filling the air like an unwelcome reminder.

But then, something shifted. He slowly peeled himself away from her, his movements hesitant, as though the air had grown thick between them. She felt him exit her, and a cold breeze hit her core, leaving her to shiver and her pussy pulsing. He stood, silent, and as Ryujin looked up, she saw him reach for the mask he had been wearing. He pulled it off, the fabric falling to the floor.

Her gaze followed it, and then she looked up, meeting his eyes. Something in his expression made her heart lurch. It wasn’t anger or disgust that she felt now—it was guilt. Sympathy and regret welled up inside her, twisting her stomach.

You stood there, staring down at her with a look of conflict, your shoulders heavy as if the weight of the moment had just settled on you.

“Did you… like that?” you asked finally, your voice soft, uncertain, almost fragile.

Ryujin blinked, trying to sort through the storm of emotions inside her. She had liked it, loved it even—there was no denying the raw intensity of what had just happened. The power of the orgasm had been overwhelming, consuming her entirely. But seeing the guilt in your eyes now made her chest tighten. She hadn’t realized the toll it had taken on you.

“I did,” she admitted softly, sitting up and pulling the blanket around herself for comfort. “But… I didn’t think it would be like this for you. I thought you’d enjoy it too.”

Her voice was tender, her eyes searching for understanding. She hadn’t anticipated this outcome, hadn’t realized that what had been a moment of intense release for her had left you feeling something much different. The realization hit her hard, and suddenly the thrill of the moment faded, replaced by the weight of everything left unsaid between you.

You let out a slow breath, running a hand through your hair. “I thought I would enjoy it. But halfway through, it stopped feeling like an act. It felt… too real.” You shook your head, guilt flashing across your face. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ryujin. Even if it’s just role-play.”

Ryujin’s heart sank as she heard the strain in your voice. The plan she had been so excited about—the one she’d been texting you earlier, coordinating in secret—suddenly felt like a misstep. She had wanted to explore this fantasy together, to push your boundaries, but now she saw how deeply it had affected you.

Seeing your troubled expression, Ryujin immediately reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. “You didn’t hurt me, I promise,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth and reassurance. She shifted closer to you, her fingers brushing through your hair, trying to comfort you. “I trusted you completely, and you didn’t cross any lines. You gave me exactly what I wanted.”

Your eyes softened as you looked at her, but the weight of your emotions was still evident. “I just didn’t expect it to feel so real. Seeing you like that—so vulnerable—it scared me. I wasn’t sure if I should stop. I wanted to make you feel good, but then it felt like too much.”

Ryujin’s heart ached seeing the guilt and confusion in your eyes. She could sense how much you had been battling internally, pushing through the moment for her sake. Her fingers gently traced your jawline as she spoke. “I know it felt intense. I know it was a lot. But you did everything right. You didn’t hurt me. It’s okay to feel unsure sometimes—it means you care, it means you’re thinking of me. And I love that about you.”

She pressed her forehead against yours, her breath warm and steady as she tried to ease your anxiety. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too far,” she whispered, her hand gently squeezing your shoulder. “This is our time, not just my time. If it ever feels too real, or if you’re uncomfortable, we stop. That’s what the safe word is for, remember? We’re always in control together.”

You exhaled, your body relaxing a little as her words sank in. You knelt beside her on the bed, your hands resting on her thighs, drawing strength from her presence. “I didn’t want to ruin it for you,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. “You looked so caught up in it, and I didn’t want to let you down.”

Ryujin shook her head gently, her heart full of affection as she cupped your face in her hands. “You could never let me down. You did exactly what I asked of you, and you did it because you love me. That means more than anything. We tried something new together, and that’s what matters. The fact that you care enough to worry about me—that’s what makes this work.”

Your eyes filled with gratitude as you leaned into her touch, feeling the weight of your worry begin to lift. “I’m not mad,” Ryujin continued, her voice soothing as she spoke. “We don’t have to rush back into this. I know it was intense, and maybe we can try again in the future if we both feel ready. But not until you’re comfortable.”

You nodded, your forehead resting against hers. “Thank you… for understanding and for being patient with me. I really didn’t like seeing you cry, even if it was part of the role-play.”

Ryujin smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I know. I could feel it when you hesitated, but I also knew I was safe with you. You did everything right. It’s okay to take things slow next time. We’ll figure out what works for both of us.”

As she spoke, Ryujin wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. She could feel the tension slowly ebbing away from your body, replaced by the quiet understanding that, while you hadn’t shared the exact same feelings during the moment, your love and trust remained strong.

“I love you,” Ryujin whispered into your ear, her voice steady and full of care. “We’ll always figure this out together. Don’t carry this weight by yourself.”

You hugged her tightly, your grip firm but tender. “I love you too. I just… I want to be what you need.”

Ryujin pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with yours. “You already are. Just by being here, by talking to me like this—you’re everything I need.”

Your breath hitched slightly, and Ryujin could see the relief wash over you, your shoulders relaxing as the guilt you’d been carrying finally started to dissolve.

You sat together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the earlier intensity now softened by the quiet hum of the room. The air, still charged with the echoes of your shared vulnerability, gradually became a sanctuary of comfort. The rhythmic thrum of Ryujin’s heartbeat under your ear anchored you, a gentle reminder that in this moment, safety and love surrounded you.

The night hadn’t unfolded as either of you expected. While it was intended to push boundaries, it ended up brushing too close to an edge that felt unsettling. But here, in the quiet aftermath, the true strength of your bond revealed itself—not in flawless moments, but in facing the imperfect ones together.

Ryujin’s hand moved with a tender steadiness, fingers threading through your hair as she held you close. Her eyes, soft with understanding and glistening with unshed emotion, searched yours. The apology she whispered carried the weight of sincerity. “I’m sorry again for making you do something you weren’t comfortable doing,” she said, her voice low and earnest. The kiss she placed on your forehead lingered like a promise, warm and reassuring. “We should always both be enjoying it, okay?”

You felt a lump rise in your throat, a mixture of relief and gratitude. Her words resonated in the space between you, washing away the remnants of doubt that had lingered in the corners of your mind. You nodded, the gesture small but full of resolve. “Okay. If it ever feels like that again, I’ll tell you,” you said, your voice steadying as her hand tightened over yours.

A smile broke through the lingering tension on Ryujin’s face, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she nestled closer. The room felt warmer, filled not just with the heat of bodies, but with the shared understanding that mistakes were not failures—they were lessons. The moments of discomfort were laid to rest, and in their place grew something deeper: the affirmation that your love thrived not in perfection, but in how you navigated the imperfect.

Ryujin’s embrace became your refuge as the minutes passed, her breathing synchronizing with yours in a comforting rhythm. The world outside fell away, leaving only the steady beat of two hearts, learning and loving as one. Trust, communication, and care—these were the foundations of what you had. And in that moment, it felt like more than enough.

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youryanderedaddy · 1 year ago

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War Prize

pt. 1, pt. 2

Tw: female reader, dub-con, somnophilia, stockholm syndrome, possessive behavior, hinted kidnapping, threats, commissioned piece

It had been so long since Raven captured you - five or six years in total, although you couldn't be quite sure of the exact amount as you had no access to books, calenders or even ink to write with.

Nowadays it was mostly calm around the occupied territories - almost domestic in a sense. You let yourself be pampered more often than not - you drunk the silky, bitter coffee Raven's slaves left out for you, and bathed in the sweet oils he picked for you. Long gone were the days when you fought him over the slightest injustice, long gone were the days when you stopped to think about every miserable soul who had to suffer so you could live in luxury.

It was easier this way really. The barbarian was good to you, even if it wasn't in his nature initially. The hands that once bruised and hit and wrapped around your hair were now caressing your skin softly, the lips once sealed tight with furrowed hairy brows were leaving hot, wet kisses down your throat, feverish to the touch. You could wear the finest furs and dresses, your body covered in stolen gold and plundered diamonds from head to toe. Raven had made it clear - he loved you, and that meant that the whole world belonged to you the way you belonged to him.

Your life was simple, you had one purpose now - to please your master. You didn't have to work long hours on the field or take care of a big, starving family ever again. All you had to do was spread your legs at any given moment, and stay soft and pliant in his rough, muscular hands.

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You'd usually wake up early in the morning from the slow, deep thrusts inside your hot wet cunt - stars dancing in your eyes as his length brushes against your cervix, filling you up to the brim. Your wrists are pinned above your head with little opportunity for movement, keeping you tightly into place.

Raven starts slowly and keeps turning up the pace until he is practically shoving himself sloppily against your overflowing hole, his nails digging into the meat of your thighs so he can have more leverage over your quivering body.

“I love to see you fall apart beneath me.” He'd growl in your ear, his forehead resting against yours as his nostrils flare - eyes filled with sick, animalistic need to possess you fully. You moan, closing your eyes - too overwhelmed with pleasure to form a proper response. “Ah, ah, ah - no hiding from me. Let me see you, pretty girl.” Raven hisses, spreading your legs even wider, bouncing your hips up and down on his throbbing cock.

Your lower lip trembles, desperate to stop another wave of wanton moans - but to no avail. Your sweet voice fills the tent, echoing beyond the thick walls.

“Look at you, all cute and teary for me. Aren't you just precious, slave?” The barbarian chuckles condescendingly, all while groping and slapping your ass lightly - playing with the hot doughy skin. “I want everyone to hear you.” His gaze darkens as his fist wraps around your neck possessively. “I want every single one of my men to hear you sing for me. I want their robes to strain with greed and jealousy with the knowledge that they'll never have my most prized possession.”

You inhale sharply, lost in a cloudy headspace of dreams and red - hot pleasure. You feel your master's hand squeeze your throat tighter, and your pussy flutters around his length, slick running down your thighs and towards your asshole. It doesn't make sense - he is using you for his own satisfaction with little care for your personal comfort, but his touch makes you feel so warm and floaty, fuzzy butterflies tearing at your stomach - proud to belong to such a strong, powerful man.

“I want you completely broken. I want to fill you up with my love and ruin you for any other man out there.” He'd groan, sinking his teeth into your neck and aiming for your sweet, sweet blood. “I want everyone to know that I tamed your pretty little brain and made you all mine, now and forever.” Raven kisses you, stealing the breath out of your mouth, sucking in all the panicked little sounds coming out of it. “Say it.” He orders, both threatening and desperate like a lovesick child.

You can't stand it anymore - you throw your arms around his shoulders. You need to feel him against you, skin on skin. “I'm yours, all yours.” You cry out, holding on for dear life. There is no point denying it now - you can't imagine life without your master, no matter how cruel or difficult he may be. Who else would warm your bed? Who would give you purpose? Where else could you even go now that he has claimed you - and everybody knows?

“Say you love me.” His voice breaks, hands shivering as he holds you painfully close to him - as if the moment he lets go, he'd wake up and you'd be gone just like before. “Say you love me like I love you. Say you'll never leave me - or I swear to the Gods I'll chain you up here to never see the sun again.” He blubbers on and on, thrusts getting fast and frantic, pushing in and out of you with the ferocity of a lover and the fear of a man possessed.

“I love you.” You whisper, laying back like a good little doll - letting yourself move and twist just the way he wants you to. He pulls you up into a standing position and all but swallows your sobs and wails, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. He lowly commands you to keep repeating it over and over again - until he gets sick of it (if ever), and paints your velvet walls all white and sticky with his seed.

You take a couple of short shallow breaths, trying to resume your normal breathing. His hand rests on your neck - his eyes finally lose the furious, jealous spark, and he reaches out to stroke your hair gently.

“Good girl.”

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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HEADKANONS MK1 | SOFT!BI HAN | COMFORT AND SMUT EDITION

TW: daddykink, care, comfort, soft behavior, afab anatomy, v!sex, fingering, eat out, praise, somnophilia.

A/N: just needed to write more of his soft smut

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Is a man who likes to be a caregiver. He likes to spoil you and know when you need support and help, he is observant so he can tell when you are bad or not, if he notices this he will bring you a glass of water or put his hand on your head, asking if you need something. "-You look bad dear... I like to see you happy, not like this."

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who spoils you with gifts, using the Lin Kuei's funds, no one will know, after all he is the grand master - buying expensive gifts, silver, gold and diamond jewelry that match your eyes, or clothes in the most luxurious fabrics and look good in your body, he will hand you the bags and sit on the bed telling you to change your clothes for him.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who will carry you on his shoulder easily, with one of his arms he will grab your smaller body, carrying you around, showing off his S/O to everyone - he likes to carry you on his shoulders and feel your thighs squeeze his face, while your hands caress the top of his head.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who will give you kisses every morning, long kisses on your forehead, while whispering how well you did last night, and how beautiful you looked with his marks on your soft skin.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who after a full day, he praises you, seeing how mentally tired you are, massaging your shoulders with some sweet aroma oil, his hands will massage you from your neck to your back, touching all the most tired spots and aching, enjoying every satisfied moan and happy sigh you give to his cool, soft touch. "-You try so hard for me, let me take care of you sweetheart." Right after the massage, he will help you take a hot or cold shower - it depends on your preference at the time - while watching you, he joins you, massaging your breasts lightly, he knows how much you love his touch and that effect it has on you - but that time, he will just stay there, hugging you as the water falls over the two of you, bodies pressed together and naked, only the splash of water and sweet praise from the grand master's voice can be heard.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who peppers your face with kisses, smiling slightly as he does them, while the two of you prepare something to eat together and watch your favorite movie, he will whisper in your ear to tickle you and see you laugh sweetly, Bi Han would fall more and more in love that you smiled because of him, never tired of saying that you should smile more, otherwise you might end up like him - a bad-tempered grand master -

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who gets the most comfortable and softest pillows, and warmest sheets, arranging a comfortable space on the big sofa, while he watches you choose the movie, he won't complain, even if it's a horrible movie for him, after all, he just wants to make you happy after a busy day.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who will smile at the choice of clothes you made, just a loose shirt of his on your body, with nothing underneath and yet, you looked like the most beautiful person in the world to him. "-You brought everything to watch the movie, right? After you play, I don't want any complaints that you forgot to pick up something, ok, little hunter?" He joked as he watched you go in his direction, hugging his arm, enjoying the cold of your cyromancer boyfriend's body.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who realizes that you're not paying that much attention to the movie, but that you're sleepy, but mostly horny, rubbing yourself against him, while moaning softly. "-Oh baby... do you need help to cum? just ask me ." Bi Han speaks calmly, placing a kiss on your lips and lightly placing his hand at your entrance, letting you rub yourself against his fingers, while he felt your clit pulsate and you melt even more under his touch. "-Are you having fun bunny? Do you want more than my fingers?" the grandmaster moans hoarsely when he sees you agree, while the only light that illuminates your body is that of the TV, making the atmosphere even more intimate and tempting for Bi Han. "-Come my angel, let me take care of you and prove how much I love you."

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who lets you rub yourself against his muscular thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders while you moan sleepily and desperately, your clit rubbing against the length of his groin, getting dangerously close to his cock, he wanted to feel you on his thick shaft, on other occasions he would order you to jump on his dick immediately, but not that night, that night was yours, and he was going to make you happy and comfortable as much as possible. "-Keep doing what feels good for you, just keep moaning beautifully like that, my love..." He watches as you continue rubbing against him, loving seeing your body swaying, his hands slowly guided you onto his cock, no penetration, just your pussy rubbing against his pulsing and hot member, making you even more sleepy and wet. "-Just say the word, darling. And daddy will give you everything you need." Bi Han growled, as he moaned hoarsely, watching your wet cunt rub against every exposed vein on his cock.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who you deny it, and insist on just rubbing yourself against his length, he will understand, while squeezing your breast, smiling and moaning when he sees you satisfy like that, in a short time his abdomen will be dirty with juices from the two of you mixed together, a wet mess, but he will encourage you to continue by telling you how good you make him feel. "-Fuck you're so beautiful like that, that tight pussy just making me cum like that, a good boy/girl for daddy isn't it?" he spoke like a hiss, like the purest silk, looking you in the eyes, he knew you would want more and more pleasure, drunk with sleep and the pleasure of his cock.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who lies down behind you on the sofa, pulling the soft duvet on both bodies, he will place one of his arms under your head, and whisper to you to focus only on the pleasure and on your favorite movie that was still playing on the screen , as he slowly slid his pulsating, cum-smeared shaft under the covers, slowly entering your wet, needy hole. Your body trembled in front of him, your soft moans filling the air as he fucked you. "-You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight." he murmured, leaning down to nibble your earlobe. "-Cum for Daddy. Let all your stress and tension disappear, just close your eyes and let me take care of everything." He encouraged you, his cock pumped inside your wet pussy, you closed your eyes, the sensation of your peak came quickly, making you hold onto one of the pillows, as you milked Bi Han's cock and moaned his name, whimpering for sensation in your core. "-You're so beautiful when you come on my cock little angel, I could fuck you forever, just to see your pretty face contort with pleasure every time."

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who continues with his dick buried inside your pussy, giving small slow and hot thrusts, while massaging your hips. "-That's right, I keep you warm all night long... Sleep tight baby boy/girl, daddy is right here with you." He whispered, pulling the sheet over both of you as you settled into a comfortable position, he stayed there, until he saw his shaft soften and come out of you, he watched you sleep and gently cleaned you, turning off the TV while sighing - laying down on your side again, he fulfilled his promise, keeping you warm for the rest of the night -

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waitforyrlove · 2 months ago

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spy ! chris fucks spy ! reader on the backseat of his benz. tw. nsfw mdni, car sex, dirty talk, praising, hatefuck ( lowk ) , spit kink, big dick ! chris.

the warehouse was cold, the air heavy with the scent of oil and dust. Your fingers grazed the steel briefcase you’d just stolen, the adrenaline still rushing through your veins. You didn’t need to turn around to know he was there—Chris. His presence was like a sixth sense at this point.

“I should’ve known it was you,” his voice cut through the silence, smooth and mocking, a perfect match for the smirk you knew was painted on his stupidly face.

you turned slowly, gripping the briefcase tighter. “You’re losing your edge if it took you this long to figure it out.”

Chris stepped into the light, the soft glow illuminating his sharp features. He looked as infuriatingly smug as ever.

“Let me guess,” you continued, keeping your tone light and condescending, “your bosses sent you to clean up my mess? Again?”

his smirk widened as he took another step closer. “Funny, I was going to say the same about you. But we both know you’re not here because you’re clever, you’re here because you’re reckless.”

you raised an eyebrow, your grip tightening on the case. “And you’re here because you’re predictable.”

Chris moved faster than you expected, his hand snapping out to grab the case. You yanked it back, refusing to let go as the two of you stumbled into each other.

“Still playing dirty,” he muttered, his face inches from yours.

“Still pretending you don’t like it,” you shot back, your breath mingling with his.

for a moment, neither of you moved, the only sounds your heavy breathing and the distant hum of machinery. His eyes flicked to your lips, just for a second, but it was enough to ignite the spark you’d been trying to suppress for years.

“This is a mistake,” he murmured, though he didn’t step back.

“Then stop me,” you whispered, challenging him.

he didn’t. Instead, his lips crashed into yours with the force of a hurricane, stealing the air from your lungs. You dropped the briefcase, your hands tangling in his jacket as you pulled him closer. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

“Still think I’m predictable?” he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and rough.

you pulled back just enough to smirk at him. “I think you’re desperate.”

“Desperate enough to wipe that smug look off your face,” he snapped, shoving you back against the wall.

you gasped, the cold steel pressing into your back as he captured your lips again, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough. The years of tension between you—stolen glances, sharp words, close calls—had finally exploded, and it was intoxicating.

“You’re going to regret this,” you panted as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“Probably,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “But right now? I don’t care.”

neither did you. Not about the mission, not about the briefcase lying forgotten on the ground, not about the fact that this would make your already-complicated rivalry even messier.

Chris’s lips finally pulled away from yours, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. “We’re not doing this here,” he said, voice gravelly with restraint.

you raised an eyebrow, catching your breath. “What, afraid someone will walk in on us? Don’t tell me you have a reputation to protect.”

“Shut your mouth, yeah?” he muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the warehouse’s exit.

you yanked back, planting your feet. “And where exactly are we going, Chris? I’ve got work to do, unlike you.”

he turned, his hand still gripping your wrist as his eyes locked onto yours. “You’re coming with me. Unless you’d rather stay here and let them find you.” He nodded toward the far end of the warehouse, where faint shouts echoed in the distance. Backup was coming—probably for both of you.

you frowned, biting back a retort. You hated when he was right, but you hated losing more. “Fine,” you snapped, letting him pull you along. “But don’t think this means you’re in charge.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he said, smirking as he led you out into the cold night air.

the warehouse parking lot was deserted, save for a sleek black Mercedes-Benz parked under a flickering streetlight. Of course. You should’ve known he’d drive something obnoxiously expensive.

“Really?” you scoffed as he unlocked the car with a sharp beep. “Compensating for something, Chris?”

he shot you a withering look, opening the passenger door. “Get in,”

you crossed your arms, leaning against the car. “And if I don’t?”

Chris didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand brushing your waist as he leaned in, crowding you against the cold metal of the car. “You want to keep playing this game?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Because I’ll win. I always do.”

your breath hitched, your heart racing as his lips hovered just inches from yours. Damn him for knowing exactly how to get under your skin.

“Fine,” you said, shoving past him and sliding into the passenger seat. “But if you think this means I’m impressed, you’re delusional.”

Chris chuckled, closing your door before rounding the car to the driver’s side. “Keep telling yourself that.”

he started the car, the engine purring smoothly as he pulled out of the lot. The tension between you was palpable, the small space of the car amplifying every glance, every shift of his hands on the wheel.

“Where are we going?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Chris’s hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles brushing the leather as he shifted in his seat. His jaw was set, his usual smirk replaced with a focused expression that made your pulse quicken.

“Just a drive,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

“Right. Because you’re all about transparency,” you quipped, watching him out of the corner of your eye. Something was off—his usual cocky confidence was still there, but now it seemed… strained.

he let out a slow breath through his nose, his grip on the wheel visibly tightening.

“Chris?” you pressed, leaning slightly toward him.

“Stop talking,” he snapped, his voice lower than before, rougher.

you blinked, caught off guard by the sharp edge in his tone. Your eyes flicked down to his lap, and suddenly it clicked, he was hard.

“Oh.”

his jaw twitched as he kept his eyes on the road, refusing to look at you. “Don’t.”

you couldn’t help yourself; a wicked grin spread across your face. “Are you serious right now? You’re that worked up?”

“Aight’, I’m pulling over,” he muttered, ignoring your taunts.

your grin widened, “You’re really gonna pull over in the middle of—”

the car swerved to the side of the road abruptly, gravel crunching beneath the tires as Chris threw it into park. He turned to you, his eyes dark and filled with something that made your stomach flip.

“I said stop talking, you never listen don’t ya?” he growled, leaning across the console.

you opened your mouth to respond, but he was faster, his lips crashing into yours with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he kissed you like he was trying to claim every inch of you.

“You think it’s funny?” he murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with frustration and desire.

you smirked, even as your heart pounded in your chest. “A little,”

Chris chuckled sarcastically, his forehead pressing against yours. “You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered, his free hand sliding up your thigh, the touch searing through your clothes.

“Good,” you whispered, grabbing his collar and pulling him back to you.

his hands moved with a desperate kind of intensity, finding their way under your jacket and shirt, fingers skimming your skin like he couldn’t get enough.

“This is a bad idea,” he said, even as his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“Then stop,” you challenged, arching into his touch.

he didn’t stop. Instead, he muttered something unintelligible under his breath and pulled you fully onto his lap, your knees pressing against the seat as you straddled him. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he kissed you like a man starved.

for once, you didn’t have a sarcastic remark. There was no room for words—only the heat between you, the unspoken tension that had finally snapped.

and as his hands roamed your body, his breath hot against your skin, you realized that maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind losing yourself to him tonight.

Chris’s hands gripped your waist firmly, holding you against him as your knees dug into the sides of the seat. His lips were rough and demanding, taking exactly what he wanted. You could feel the heat of his body radiating through his clothes, the tension in his grip making it clear who was in charge here.

“You’re so damn stubborn,” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and rough. “Always pushing, always running your mouth.”

you barely had time to smirk before he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper, harder. He left no room for protest, no room for you to regain any semblance of control.

his lips broke from yours, his breath hot against your ear. “Move,”

“What?” you managed to say, your mind still spinning.

Chris pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. “Backseat.”

your body obeyed before your mind could catch up, the commanding edge in his voice sending a thrill through you. You climbed awkwardly over the console, and he followed, his movements smooth and deliberate, as he lands a slap on your ass.

the leather seats were cool against your skin as you settled in the back. Chris was on you instantly, pressing you down into the seat as his body hovered over yours.

“You always have to challenge me, don’t you?” he said, his tone sharp but laced with something darker, something almost feral.

“You’d get bored if I didn’t,” you shot back, your voice breathless.

Chris chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingertips grazing your bare skin. “Maybe. But right now?” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I don’t really care.”

his hands were everywhere—gripping your thighs, sliding up your back, pinning your wrists above your head. His touch was firm, leaving no doubt about who was in control.

“Chris,” you breathed, your voice wavering between defiance and surrender.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips tracing a slow path down your neck. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

every touch, every kiss, every word was calculated, designed to keep you on edge. He wasn’t just taking control—he was reveling in it, making sure you felt every ounce of his dominance.

“Still think you’re the one calling the shots?” he asked, his lips curving into a smirk as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes.

you glared up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

Chris’s smirk widened. “That’s what I thought.”

and then he kissed you again, swallowing whatever sharp retort you might have had. In that moment, it didn’t matter that you were rivals. It didn’t matter who had the upper hand.

all that mattered was the way his body felt against yours, the way he made you forget everything except him.

Chris’s hands moved with precision, sliding under your shirt and lifting it higher, his fingertips grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. His lips ghosted along your jawline, his breath hot against your flushed skin.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like he was barely holding himself back. “Now I get to see what you’re hiding.”

you opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off with a sharp tug, pulling your shirt over your head in one fluid motion. His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, his lips curling into a smirk that made your pulse race.

“Better than I imagined,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His hands found your waist, sliding upward, thumbs brushing against bare skin as he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips claiming yours with a force that left no room for argument.

you arched into him instinctively, your hands moving to push his jacket off his shoulders, but he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head.

your breath hitched, heat pooling in your core as his dominant tone sent a thrill through you. His free hand trailed down your side, hooking into the waistband of your pants and pulling them down with agonizing slowness. The cool air against your skin only heightened the sensation of his touch, his fingers leaving a trail of fire wherever they went.

“You’re awfully quiet now,” he teased, his lips brushing against your ear. “What happened to all that attitude, hm?”

you glared up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Chris chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made your stomach flip. “That’s what I thought.”

he shifted, letting go of your wrists as he moved back to unbutton your pants completely, his hands firm and confident. His gaze stayed locked on yours, the intensity in his eyes making you feel exposed in more ways than one.

as he slid your pants down your legs, his fingers lingered, brushing against bare skin in a way that made your breath catch. He tossed them aside, admiring your lower body making his smirk widening as his hands returned to your thighs, gripping them firmly.

“You’re not used to letting someone else take control, are you?” he asked, his voice teasing but commanding.

“Depends on the someone,” you managed, your voice breathless but defiant.

Chris leaned down, his lips inches from yours as his hand trailed up your leg, fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. “Guess you’ll have to trust me, won’t you?”

his words sent a shiver through you, and for once, you didn’t argue.

“See, baby? you can be a good girl when you want to,” he coos, as his fingers pull your baby blue panties, the cold air hitting your glistening pussy.

without hesitation, he leans forward, his mouth hovering just above your glistening cunt. He parts his lips, letting a string of saliva connect his mouth to your throbbing clit before releasing it with a soft pop.

the cool liquid dribbles down your slit, mixing with your natural arousal to create a tantalizing blend of warmth. Chris watches intently as your body reacts to the sensation, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

encouraged by your response, he repeats the process, spitting onto your pussy again and again, each time varying the pressure and angle to tease your sensitive flesh. His thumbs spread your lips wide, allowing his saliva to seep deeper into your core, lubricating your entrance and preparing you for his fingers.

your entire body trembles with need as Chris’s saliva coats your aching slit, the unusual sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. “S-Stop teasing..” you whine as he immediately shushes you by landing a light slap onto your pussy.

“Be quiet f’me,” he whispers, as your arousal builds, you can feel your walls clenching, desperate for something more substantial than just his tongue and spit.

“Please..”

as your beg left your lips, Chris’s fingers delve into your soaked heat without delay, curling inward to stroke your sensitive inner walls. He pumps them slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, before increasing the pace to match the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, his face buried between your thighs as he works a second finger into your clutching channel. "I love how you squeeze my fingers.."

his thumb rubs firm circles over your engorged clit, the dual stimulation pushing you closer to the edge with each passing moment. His free hand grips your thigh, applying gentle pressure to hold you steady as he plunges his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot within you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

as he keeps pumping in and out of you, your back arches involuntarily, as you grip his hair, your legs wanting to close around his head, but for him, that just gave him extra motivation.

“You were made for this, weren’t you?” his words are dirty, but they only add to the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. Your nails dig into his hair as he picks up speed, his fingers plunging deeper with each stroke.

you felt it, you felt your orgasm coming faster then you intended too, but the pleasuring sensation ends, as he removes his slender digits out of you, licking them clean, tasting your arousal in his fingers.

“Don’t want you cummin’ in my fingers,” he murmurs, shifting his position to be able to unbuckle his belt and put his pants down. His precum leaked in his boxers, as he finally puts them down, his cock hitting in his stomach.

you knew he was big, but you didn’t expect to be that big. Your hands make way to your upper body, putting your bra down so you’re able to touch your harden nipples.

“Thaat’s a pretty sight to see, but..” he trails off before manhandling you and putting you face down into the leather seats with your ass up, and your back arched like a fucking cat, making him chuckle before he lands a handful spit onto his hand, jerking his shaft before pushing into you slowly.

“You’re too big—I can’t..” you whine as Chris scretches you out, the feeling being painful but also pleasuring, but he didn’t care as he pushed himself deeper into your spongy walls, your mouth hangs open, gasping weakly as he slowly thrusts into your pussy.

“Looook at you, takin’ my dick so fuckin’ well,” Chris hisses through gritted teeth, “you like it, don’t you hmm?”

“Y-yes..” you whimper, his cock hitting a deep spot that has you seeing stars, “C-Chris, I can’t— s’ too much..”

“Be fucking quiet,” he scoffs, as a laugh leave his mouth, his right hand coming to give a harsh slap in your ass, as you feel the sting burning into your skin, which that only fuels his needs for you.

his thrusts only go harder, relishing the sound of your moans in his ears, “Gonna cum for me?”

“Y-yes…” but squeals keep leaving your mouth uncontrollably, his left hand coming to pinch your nipples, your moans growing louder.

beads of sweat trickle down his forehead as his gaze kept watching his dick moving in and out of you, he grunts as his own hands roam up your spine, thrusting onto you harder — filling and stretching you out completely, hitting all the right spots that have you begging to this happen more often.

the pleasure striking up causes your body to tremble, your hands gripping the leather seats, as you cum around his cock with a cry, as he follow right behind, his body falling into yours.

˙ . ꒷ 🪽 notes from author ˙— this was longer than I expected, I didn’t know how to finish I’m sooo sorry.

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endereies · 2 months ago

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A TOUCH I CAN TRUST - MS

No Nut November - Day 24

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ A painting brings some old memories to light when you and Matt visit the museum (sexual assault mentions - tw)

You couldn’t take your eyes off it, like it was staring back at you. You knew why.

It was so perfectly manicured, each brushstroke airbrushed to perfection. A gorgeous woman stood slightly of centre, staring at the viewer. Long brown hair that flowed past her chest and down to her hips was neatly pushed behind her ears. Even so, it left a small gap where her collarbone showed through, the highlight evident with pure titanium white. Her dress was one similar to one in your own closet, a sweet ivory. A few plaid lines just below the sewed in corset. The only difference was that this was longer, stretching to her ankles. She didn’t feel beautiful, anyone could see that on her face. The vibrant white stood against the muted colours once more, presenting a single tear. Why cry when one is so beautiful, so modest.

The man made that clear. He was centred in the frame, stood proud and confident. He was meant to be there. His hair was less neat than hers, a few curls tossed around his face. Positioned behind her, his hands grip her hips, bunches of clothing bundled around his hands. He was a man of power, the sprays of purple in his suit showing it. Proudness shone over his expressions, a mindset that was common.

That’s when you saw it, the red tints over the wrong parts of them. It wasn’t obvious unless you looked close enough, the slight pink in her clothing. Like a poorly covered mistake. Mistake? It covered her neck too, thought to be poorly interpreted lighting. Maybe it was a poorly interpreted ‘no’. his hands were covered in it, too vibrant to be a shadow.

The closer you looked at her solemn face, the more it all morphed. Her features changed. A soft button nose turning sharp, the eye colour mixing with swatches, becoming muddy. He changed too. His hair wasn’t curly anymore which now illustrated all his features, all the wrong ones. It was too familiar to ignore. How could you ignore anything about the twin etched in oils?

Your own skin grew red as you kept scratching at it, the same areas he did, begging you to ‘sit still’. Swallows grew dry in your throat, making you almost gag on the dry feeling. You just couldn’t look away. The background was blank, but the painting moved so it couldn’t be avoided. Moving your hands away from your body didn’t help, they only went to your lips, a silent barrier between your imagination. The woman twitched through your glossed eyes. God, you hated calling her that. She had a name, she is a person, real or not. She may have been a creation, but don’t creations get given titles of meaning, of value? Why was she different? Why did her name have to be connected with her past?

You didn’t dare blink. If you did, not only would you cry but without a witness, she could get hurt. Don’t be ridiculous, she wasn’t real. You were. Who was watching you? Who was watching you, except him? He stared at you again, straight forward, taunting you.

Nothing helped you feel any better, not when he was there. You were too emersed in it to notice to hot tears that flushed your face. You understood the red, it tainted your own skin. Was it comforting that someone else felt the same as you?

“Sweetheart…?” Honey seeped into your ears, soothing the tremors like a sore throat. One look at the painting and he understood, he’d seen this piece before. It was a main headline on the museum’s website when he booked tickets here. He knew the meaning and it’s all too familiar comparisons. It was easy to piece from there.

Matt didn’t want to startle you with his touch, he learnt that quickly. He needed you to ease into it, but it was hard if you didn’t know it was there to begin with. On a whim, he lightly feathered your arm, a place he didn’t know to be a trigger. Yet you still reacted.

Your body was jolted out of thought, the clench of your eyes making another tear fall. It didn’t matter that it was in public, it mattered that it was happening. Every part of you wanted to soften your body but it was just so stiff.

“Hey, breath, it’s just me, okay? Do you want to hold my hand.” Through the anxiety you sprung to grip his hand, your longer nails almost forcing into Matt’s skin. The curls of his hair returned, there was safety in Matt. He was a little shorter too. He wasn’t the same.

“Here, I just want you to relax” He didn’t dare touch you anymore than what you allowed, so he shifted his body so not only weren’t you no longer looking at the painting, but people also couldn’t look at you. “You’re safe, no one is going to hurt you.”

His comments just drew you closer to him, away from everything else. It was too much to try and focus on anything else. Why did you have to react so pathetically?

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” You scrapped any coherent syllables together.

“I know sweetheart, it’s not your fault.” You moved a hand to wipe your face, freeing your sight.

“I thought I was better, thought I moved on…” your body shrunk into itself, a shell of what you were fifteen minutes prior.

Matt’s soul crushed itself at your words, they stung so deep knowing that was how you thought of yourself. “You are better, this whole process isn’t linear, I’d be surprised if it was. You’ve come so far, kid, and I’ve seen it first-hand. You’re so amazing and you’re so strong. But you don’t have to carry this weight alone. Why don’t be grab something to eat so you can relax?”

“Yes please, thank you…” Matt replied with a squeeze of your hand, a silent sign of his devotion to you, a touch you could trust.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 11 months ago

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (+18)

Pairing: Massacre Soldier Killer x Female Reader

WC: 2600

Summary: You’ve never seen Killer without his mask. It’s a secret that you can’t help but need to be a part of. Your curiosity gets the best of you and Killer catches you peeping.

TW: !SMUT PURE SELF INDULGENT SMUT! Porn with VERY LITTLE plot! fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, filthy talk, praise kink good girl etc, size difference. it's just porn.

**Minors DNI!!! 18+ only!!***

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You had been with the Kid Pirates for half a year now and during these six months you’ve learned the inner workings of the crew and the Victoria Punk herself. You knew that the best place to take a nap was in the storeroom next to the kitchen. You knew that Heat and Wire have had a game of Dungeons and Dragons going on for the past 6 years and they play every Friday evening. You knew that Killer hated when you left food on your plate at the end of a meal claiming that “a girl needs her strength.” You knew that every morning at 10:00 AM sharp, Captain Kid would render the ship’s only bathroom unusable for at least the next hour.

There was something that was still a mystery to you.

You had never seen Killer without his mask.

It was something you had wondered about ever since you first met the crew’s first mate. Was he horrifically ugly? Maybe covered in scars? Why did he hide himself from the world? He was always the kindest to you of all the Kid Pirates, making sure you were fed and had supplies you needed when you first joined the crew. Your crude captain left a lot to be desired in terms of intelligent conversation, but in contrast, Killer would inquire about the book you were reading or if you needed a late night snack.

Tonight you were drawn into the kitchen by the delicious smell of garlic and onions being sautéed in oil and butter. You enter the galley and can’t help but flit over to the stove where Killer was diligently working. You lean over the pot of boiling pasta water and the steam feels nice on your dry, salt-worn skin.

“Mmmmm, smells so yummy, Kil!” He was nearly a foot taller than you, so it was easy to sneak in-between him and the stove to get a better whiff of his decadent culinary creations.

You feel his massive chest behind you vibrate as he chuckles.

“Thank you, little one. I hope you’re hungry.”

*SLAM*

“Hey, that shit smells good!” Kid exclaims as he barrels into the kitchen, slightly drunk already. Killer whips his head around to look at his captain. You take this moment to lean your head back and try to peek under the gap between his chin and his mask. You strain your eyes but all you can see is darkness. Your efforts are quickly thwarted as Killer returns his attention to the stove to stir the pasta.

“Are you making that thing I like? The spaghetti cars banana?” Kid asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

Killer sighs.

“Carbonara. It’s carbonara, for the last fucking time.” Killer looks down at you. “Dinner’s almost ready, why don’t you wait at the table?”

You smile up at him, searching the holes in his mask for any clue at his expression. You nod and proceed to set the dining table for the evening meal.

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After you had your fill of wine and pasta (making sure to gesture to Killer and show him your clean plate to which he gives you a playful thumbs up), you decided you’d treat yourself to a hot bath. You were sure that the rest of the crew would spend the rest of the night drinking themselves stupid so you could enjoy a quiet bath in peace.

You stroll into the bathroom with your towel and lay it next to the tub. You put the plug in and get the hot water started. You search the cabinets for some sort of bubble bath, but end of having to settle on an unmarked bottle of body wash. You pour the soap into the bath and white, fluffy bubbles start to form on the surface of the water.

Once the tub was full, you shut off the water and stripped yourself of your filthy, ocean-smelling clothes. You step into the steaming water one foot at a time and gently lower yourself into the bathtub. As soon as you’re settled with your head leaning against the edge of the tub you release a deep sigh.

After a few minutes of soaking, you find yourself almost drifting off. The doorknob clicking open snapped you out of your daze. The wooden bathroom door creaked open and Killer stepped inside the bathroom.

You instinctively cover your breasts with your hands, but it goes unnoticed by the intruder who went straight for the sink and counter on the opposite side of the room. You realize that he hasn’t even noticed your presence so you hold your breath, not wanting to startle or upset him. He stands at the sink for a moment with his hands gripping the counter.

He then raises his hands and reaches for the back of his head.

Oh my god. He was taking his mask off.

You were paralyzed, breath caught in your chest, eyes locked on the golden locks spilling from behind the mask. He leans down and pulls the mask off and leaves it on the counter to his right. You involuntarily slap your hand over your mouth in surprise.

You eyes are fixed on the bathroom mirror when you see a pair of angled, sharp blue eyes staring back at you in it.

“I know you’re there, little one.”

You gasp. You still can’t move, stuck staring into those enchanting eyes. The only other things you could see were worn white bandages and messy blonde hair cascading from atop his head.

“Come on out now… I want to show you something.” Killer says without turning around.

You were mesmerized by his sweet voice, so you obeyed and stood up and stepped out of the tub. You dried off quickly and wrapped your towel around your torso before Killer interrupted you.

“You won’t need that. Leave it. Come here.”

You drop the towel and hesitantly approach the man at the sink, his muscles rippling in his back through his blue tee shirt.

“Jump up here. I want you to help me take the bandages off.” Killer pats the counter to his left.

You were frozen in place and your eyes were glued to the floor, so anxious about seeing his face.

“Be a good girl and listen. Up.” Killer pats the counter again, more forcefully this time.

“Yes, Kil…” You squeak and turn around and use the heels of your hands to pull yourself up onto the counter. You still would’t look up.

“It’s ok… you can look…” Killer puts his hand over yours as it rested on the counter. You slowly raise your head and see a face covered in bandages, the only parts exposed being a thick pair of dark plum lips and those piercing eyes you saw staring at you from the mirror. You suck in a breath.

“Here..” Killer pulls your hand and places one of the edges of the bandage in it and helped you begin to unravel it. With each pass of your hand across his face, Killer strokes up and down your bare thigh, causing you to open your legs involuntarily.

With no sounds other than your own heavy breathing, you finally reveal Killer’s face. You gasp as you pull your hand to back your chest. He was so beautiful. His bright eyes such a contrast against his olive tanned skin. His chin was chiseled and his nose was pointed so sharply. You also notice faint scars littering his cheeks, similar to the ones on his left arm. You didn’t care, he was still handsome to you.

“Killer… you’re… so pretty…” You reach a hand up and gingerly touch his cheek. He smiles softly. You curse him silently for keeping that smile from you for so long. He laughs and nuzzles into your hand.

“Not as pretty as you, little one. Will you let me see you, too?”

“W-what do you mean?” You question.

“Put your legs up, spread yourself for me.” He states as he starts bending your knees to place your feet on the counter at your sides, widely exposing your most intimate area to him. You feel blush fill your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“Mmm… now that’s pretty…” Killer coos as he slides his huge hand down your inner thigh to stroke up and down your slit with his thumb, sticky slick coating his digit. You find yourself shivering in anticipation under his touch. He begins focusing his movements on your clit as he rubs it in agonizingly slow circles, working you up at a painful pace.

You can’t do anything but pant heavily and stare at his hand caressing your naked sex.

“Look at me.” Killer demands. You oblige and look up at his exposed face. Your mouth hangs open as you keep his gaze, his rough thumb on your clit driving your crazy.

“Killer…” You whimper up at him.

“You’re so wet, sweet girl. So ready to get stretched out, hmm?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

You nod dumbly without breaking eye contact.

Killer plunges two large fingers into your soaked hole and immediately curls them up into your spot.

“Shit, Kil!” You cry out and grab his bicep with one hand, supporting yourself on your other palm. He pulls and tugs his fingers repeatedly inside of you while grinding the base of his hand into your clit.

“I can’t hold it! I’m gonna! Fuck, Killer!” You whine loudly as you feel the coil in your belly tighten dangerously. You slam your eyes shut and grab onto his arm with both hands, leaning forward into him for support.

“That’s good little one, hold onto me, just let go for me…”

“OH FUCK!” You cry out and fluids spray out of your body onto both Killer and the bathroom floor. Your core squeezes and spasms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Killer helps you through your orgasm by whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Slumped over into his shoulder, Killer removes his fingers from your core and scoops you up in one arm off the counter.

“You did such a good job, cumming so nicely for me. Think you can take my cock now?” Killer asks as he hikes you up in his grip, forcing you to look at him again.

“Yes, I want it, please…” You say softly, still coming down from your previous high.

“Perfect.” Killer chuckles and turns to carry you to the table that you usually used for folding laundry. He lays your naked, flushed form gently down on the surface of the table and rips his shirt over his head. He quickly unbuckles his belt and shuffles his jeans down his legs and steps out of them. His huge dick bobs in your direction, uncut tip red and leaking.

“It… it’s not gonna fit…” You breath out as you stare in awe at his member while sitting up on your elbows.

Killer grins again and steps between your spread legs, slapping his cock on your abdomen, showing exactly how deep it was supposed to go inside of you. You audibly whimper at the thought.

“Sweetheart… you like being a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, his massive frame eclipsing most of the light in the room. He rubs soothing circles into your hip with his hand.

“Mhmm…” You sheepishly nod.

“So you’re gonna lay there and take this whole cock in that tight little cunt of yours like a good girl, hmm?” He teases as he pulls back and guides his tip to rub up and down on your clit.

“Mmmmhmmmm” You whine and buck your hips up into his touch. Killer uses this permission to press his heavy cockhead into your soaked opening. Inch by inch he splits your body open, the stretch causing you to moan out.

“That’s right, little one… feels good, doesn’t it?” Killer reaches up a huge palm to squeeze and pinch your sensitive nipple.

“Fuck, Kil! So full!” You squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax on his giant member.

“Oh, my sweet baby, I’m not even all the way in yet!” Killer gives you a sinister laugh. He takes his opportunity to push his hips flush against yours and your writhe and cry from the sensation. You had never been this full in your life, he was truly stuffing you to your limits and it felt so good. He rubs your clit with one hand as he pulls back out, groaning lowly as he feels your cunt desperately cling to him and try to suck his member back in.

Killer begins thrusting his hips, keeping most of himself sheathed deep inside of your walls and his hand gripped your waist to pull you back into him with each thrust.

“Ah!” You moan and whine, grabbing and scratching at Killer’s broad chest as he molds your insides to the shape of his cock. You could barely breath, the man inside of you so large that you felt like he was in your chest. Killer speeds up his ministrations on your swollen clit.

“Come on sweetheart… I feel you squeezing me, you’re close again…” Killer picks up the pace of his thrusts and you shriek out at the force of his hips slamming into your ass and thighs. “Fucking give it to me!” Killer presses harder into your clit and you scream and explode for the second time that night, for the first time on his cock.

Tears were now freely flowing down your red cheeks and you could no longer form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. You were a babbling, bouncing mess being speared by Killer’s massive girth. You were so dick drunk that your eyes were rolling back in your head.

“More, more, more, more!” You slur out from your helpless state, spread out on the laundry table.

“What a greedy little pussy… so fucked out and you want more? Want me to fill you, my sweet girl? Make sure you feel me for days…” Killer punctuated his last sentence with a push to your lower stomach.

“Uh huh! Kil, please! Cum inside!” You try to nod your head but the force of Killer’s strokes made it nearly impossible.

“Hnnnggg…” Killer slams his hips deep into yours and blows his heavy load into your wet, waiting walls. He leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck as his cock still twitches inside of you. As his orgasm subsides, he sighs and slowly pulls out of your spent cunt, leaving a heavy stream of semen to pour out of your hole. He holds himself up above your head and looks down at you and smiles.

You smile back. You lift a shaky hand and cup his cheek.

“It’s you…” You whisper as he gazes affectionately into your eyes.

“It is me. And you’re mine now.” Killer says. Before he pushes himself off the table and grabs your towel to wrap around his waist. After fastening the towel securely he grabs you by your sides off the table and throws your nude body over his shoulder. He carries you out of the bathroom, presumably to his bedroom.

“What the fuck Killer?” Kid calls from down the hallway, spotting you both. “Why is y/n naked? What the hell are you doing?”

“Going to enjoy my dessert.” He calls back at his captain.

It was going to be a long night.

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sashi-ya · 4 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

TEETH TO YOUR FLESH 🍓 VINSMOKE ICHIJI X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 6: BITING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Biting (Day 6) for Ichiji Vinsmoke and a female reader that’s his (promised) Fiancée since childhood days? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. not that sexual, more on the "romantic" side. arranged marriage. biting. 🐙 wc: 1.2k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“Auch! Mooooom, Ichiji bit me again!” you screamed.

Your mother snatched you from your little hand; a deadly stare made you silent almost instantly. The tears were kept at bay, as they just pooled in your eyelids. You shouldn’t, you mustn’t disobey nor piss off the Germa prince.

“Stop it, (Name). I told you; Ichiji-sama can do anything he likes! You will be killed if you disobey!”

You, by the time you were already born, were promised as future Germa 66’s king Ichiji as a wife. Somehow, to Judge himself and the rest of scientific crew, your potential was high enough to meet the future queen expectations -probably just to bare children even more modified than Ichiji himself-.

And the time flew with you having to put up with a kid that soon turned into a young man… You would lie if you said you didn’t miss him a bit when he became an adult; always from war to war, always training and studying… where was that kid that enjoyed messing with you? biting your arm all of a sudden, and even sometimes coming with tears in his eyes that nobody should see?

Yet, the time was close; the date set since forever, in which you would finally become his wife was around the corner. You were taken to his side of the Germa palace, were thousand maids started a month earlier to prepare you for your future husband…

“Miss (Name), Ichiji-sama will return today from a mission. You need to be ready for tonight!” one of the maids tells you.

Ah, that dinner you were told about a couple of months prior. Should you speak? Should you mention anything at all? What would happen tonight?

Dressed in red finest fabrics you stand in front of the mirror; your hair on a braid rests on your left shoulder and your skin exudes the sweet scent of chocolate and strawberry. You were specifically bathed in oils that smelt just like a sugary dessert.

Alone, with two guards behind you, you walk down an immense hall you remember from your childhood days. You were used to run from Ichiji’s biting torture; that kid had hyper fixated into using his teeth to play with you.

The opened doors of the dining room welcome you; a big table with only just two seats, one on each side, full of food you are sure two people can’t even remotely finish.

“Miss (Name), please take a sit. Prince Ichiji will arrive soon” a maître says, coming out of nowhere.

You nod and sit where you were indicated to do so. Nervous, you fidget with your fingers; It’s been a minute since you’ve seen him. Perhaps it’s been two minutes in total silence, but you felt it like an eternity until a warm, heavy hand slid through your shoulder and back.

“Sorry for the delay” his sweet voice, sweeter than he looks, reverberated inside you.

Your stiffened back remained that way as your eyes followed him walking to his seat. Wearing his prince attire, and not his Germa suit, Ichiji Vinsmoke had the appearance of prince charming – a very severe, not so friendly, and smoking hot prince charming-.

“Your hair has gotten a lot longer, hasn’t it?” he observes, once he gets comfortable. Ichiji acts a lot different that his brothers, he is a true royal. Manners are important if he wish to be the next King of these lands.

You take your eyes from the silver plate in front of you, to a swift look at him before answering. Cheeks on fire; when has he ever paid attention to your hair?

“I think so, Ichiji-sama… is it ok for you? or should I cut it?” you ask, grabbing the braid in between your hands.

Ichiji, taken aback, took some time before taking his dark cherry glasses off. For the first time in years, you are able to see his blue eyes again. And despite them being framed by an annoying frown, you realized that deep inside he is still a kid.

“Should a future queen ask such nonsense? Who am I to decide the length of your hair?” he asks, standing up and slapping the table. You, startled, blink a few times before freezing completely. Of course you must ask, you were taught you should obey him no matter what since the day you were born.

Ichiji’s annoyance grows the more you keep silent; he walks towards you, with his white cape flaming as he moves.

His hand, covered in little cuts he won’t admit he has from past battles, strongly takes the braid from your hands to inspect it.

“I don’t care how long your hair gets as long as it can be moved out of the way” he mutters, pulling so softly from it to let you know you should stand up.

The prince throws your braid off, letting it fall on your back and his hand land on your mandible. Just a finger there, and his thumb so close to your lips, seems enough to leave you breathless. Ichiji smirks; slowly, he moves your head to the side to expose your neck and coming close he simply murmurs some more words before attacking your flesh with sharp teeth…

“I don’t mind your hair, I don’t mind your clothes… MY only order is to let me enjoy your flesh, (Name)... and you smell, as always, so deliciously~”

You swallow, what order? If there isn’t anything you wish the most right now than him eating you alive?

He carves his teeth deep into your skin; marking your neck so that everybody knows Ichiji Vinsmoke’s future wife is only his.

You moan to his first attack, making the man topping you to slightly stop; that sweet whimper caused things to his insides he cannot even describe. His hands, in response, passed from your waist to your thighs, lifting you up to finally deposit you on the table. The food Scattered all around, he didn’t care and nor did you.

He rips the fine strings of fabric that were holding your dress up; he wants to enjoy your flesh, again, he doesn’t even care about the clothes.

“You’ve grown up…” he forgets, for a moment, that dominant role to become a simple man amazed by the beauty of your chest.

“You have as well…” you murmur, remembering once when you were innocent teenagers trying to discover what human anatomy looked like naked.

He smiles, this time so genuinely it almost scares you… Ichiji shouldn’t have feelings, yet you know he always hid them.

“Come’ere” he laughs, attacking your breasts with those sharp fangs you are so pleased to feel carving marks again… this time as adults, not innocently but so lustfully, so sinfully…

Slowly, your back finally meets the table. Ichiji falls on top of you, with his hands on each side of your shoulders and his hair slowly losing the hairdo; he looks so hot with his crimson hair down.

“I am dying to fuck you” he states, so needy. “Fuck me, then…” you whisper, with cheeks on fire and your nails carved on his back.

His eyes wander yours; his lips separate…

“You know I shouldn’t…” “I know…”

He can’t. He has it forbidden. Cruel rule imposed by his father, the King. He shouldn’t have intercourse with his wife if not before she’s been taken to the lab… exactly like his mother.

“Don’t tell anybody…” “I promise, I won’t…”

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a-hazbin-reader · 1 year ago

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Oooo Vox! How about Vox with a unnaturally unlucky SO? And it's always been like that and how they died as well!

(Also calling Vox their lucky charm and how he's the most luck they ever had and needed)

Man Y/N really is unlucky landing Vox as a S/O-

I'M JOKING I LOVE THIS

Vox X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Second hand embarrassment for Y/N, Valentino being harmed

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not Y/N accidentally getting placed in Hell because of some unlucky mix up-

When you first told Vox you were unlucky, he didn't really believe you and just thought you were being dramatic

And sure you've had a few bad luck incidents that he's seen but nothing that really stands out to him

It's not until he's in a relationship with you that he realizes you weren't fucking joking around when you said it

You really are unlucky

In just a day you've somehow managed to trip and ruin one of Velvette's outfits and completely disfigure her model

You caught Valentino's wings on fire while trying to make a sandwich and when you went to put it out you made it worse by throwing oil on him

Good

You broke four of Vox's cameras, five of his stage lights and broke his chair all while he was live

And all that doesn't even begin to cover the mayhem you caused just last week

Somehow you keep running into Alastor and that's a whole headache in itself

You stress him out so much that if he had hair it would be white and falling out of his head

But Vox will be damned if you aren't just the most precious thing in his life, you're too adorable to get rid of

No matter how much trouble you are to keep

You're so fucking adorable Vox isn't letting you go

Whenever he starts to feel himself getting irritated with you, he just looks at your apologetic face and melts

"Sorry Vox...I guess I just need to stick closer to my lucky charm next time, huh?"

Fuck he loves you

"Just-get over here and hold still!"

Keeps you in his lap because it's the only way to keep you from causing trouble with your horrible bad luck

Not at all because he loves having you close and because his heart skips a few beats when you lean into him or because you smell so perfect-

"Vox? Your screen is all hot and glitchy...are you alright?"

He's fine, babe

Honestly can't get enough of you and genuinely believes he can keep your unlucky nature at bay if he keeps you with him at all times

You managed to trip and toss a dozen fragile, expensive things into the air???

Don't worry, Vox is scrambling to catch them all in a hilariously cartoonish manner

You got lost and now Alastor is contacting him and telling Vox to come get his curse out of Alastor's hotel??

Vox will be there and won't even start a fight, the hotel has been beaten up enough by you and your bad luck as it is

He's kinda proud of you for that one tho

He can't even be mad, it's so obvious that some supernatural force is out to get you

There's no way you're just naturally this unlucky

And he can't just dump you, no matter what Valentino says, fuck him

If he dumps you then you'll be at the mercy of your unluck and nobody will be around to save you

And Vox wants to be the one who saves you, he wants you to depend on him more than anything else

Whenever he sees the grateful look on your face after he bails you out of trouble he's reminded of how much he loves you all over again

Can't resist the urge to take you into his arms and rub his face screen on you, no he won't put you down

With him around to clean up your messes, maybe he really is your good luck charm

Vox really starts to believe it

But then your bad luck strikes again and his migraine is back

Good luck charm his ass

I REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE 💗

#vox x reader #vox hazbin x reader #vox hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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sugurus-fave-monkey · 1 year ago

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Valentine’s Day Special.

(First time attempting a banner hehe)

Valentine’s Day with JJK men.

Ft: Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo

WC Roughly 6000

TW/CW: Smut 18+/ MDNI. AFAB reader, Some fluff. Restraints. Blindfolds. Gags. Pet names, dirty talk, orgasms, drool. Oral (both f and m giving and receiving) , anal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, begging, shower sex, playing with hair, teasing, masturbation, humour, kissing, fingering, orgasm denial (Gojo), choking, squirting, drool, cuddling, nipple play (f and m recieving and giving), blood(briefly mentioned w Choso),69ing.

NSFW ; under the cut

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji honestly doesn’t get the point of Valentine’s Day, sure he gets the romance aspect, but he doesn’t see the point in buying overpriced chocolates, flowers that will just die, or any of that other capitalist bullshit. He prefers to show his love for you himself.

While you’re at work Toji busies himself cooking a wonderful meal for the two of you to share, he gets all the extra housework done, and lights a couple candles for the ambience. He kicks back and enjoys a beer while he waits for you to come home. And it was all worth it.

When you open the door the smell of your favourite meal wafts into your nose, and you find yourself grinning stupidly. Toji greets you, planting a kiss on your forehead, before pulling your chair out for you. The two of you enjoy the meal together and just sit for a while and chat before you get up to take a shower, offering to meet Toji in the bedroom.

After you finish up in the shower, you slip on your robe and leave the bathroom. You don’t realize your boyfriend is behind you as he slips a blindfold over your eyes. You stumble, but Toji catches you, easily lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom, before lowering you onto the bed. Without a word he grasps your wrists in one of his hands, tying them together.

“You okay, mama?” Toji asks.

You nod your head, and Toji takes that as a sign to continue. He flips you onto your stomach and you feel something warm being poured on you. It feels good and you groan. Then Toji’s hands are on you, massaging you, breaking up the tension in your back. The sensuality of it all has you rubbing your thighs together.

“Gonna make you feel so good tonight.” Toji grins. “You okay if I gag you?”

“Yeah.” And you feel him slip the gag into your mouth and secure it.

Toji continues massaging you, all the way to your ass. He smacks it before massaging it, causing you to moan into your gag. He continues this for a while, before flipping you onto your back. With the blindfold on you can’t see anything.

Toji pours more of the warm massage oil onto your breasts. He starts by just massaging them, kneading them under his big hands but before long he’s fondling them. Circling your nipples with his thumbs, pinching them, before lowering his mouth to one. His tongue swipes over your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, nibbling on it while his thumb continues to circle your other nipple.

“Fuck I love these tits. They’re fuckin’ perfect.” Toji says, around your nipple.

Your moans are being covered by the gag, but your cheeks are grow in hot, and drool is leaking out the side of your gag.

Toji pulls away from your nipple, saliva dangling on his mouth before licking a trail down, he bites and sucks on your thighs before spreading them open and licking a stripe up your wetness.

Your hips buck upwards as you yearn for more stimulation, which Toji is more than happy to oblige. He pushes his index finger inside you, watching as he fucks you on his finger, before starting an assault on your clit. Toji eats you out like a man starved, slurping up your juices as though they were his last meal. While he’s tongue fucking you his thumb rubs your clit, and while he’s fingering you, he’s licking, sucking, nibbling on your clit.

When he adds a second finger you’re absolutely seeing stars.

“Mmmmmph!” You moan into your gag, as your thighs clamp shut around Toji’s face and your orgasm takes over you. Your wrists straining against their binds, tears spilling out your eyes as you clamp them shut, your brain empty save for the thoughts of pleasure.

Once your orgasm subsides, Toji flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass upwards. You feel something cool being squeezed onto your tight hole, and you instinctively clench and groan.

“Shhh mama, it’s okay. ‘Member last time? It didn’t hurt, just gotta get you warmed up first.” Toji’s eyes are half lidded as he pulls a vibrator out of the dresser and puts it beside him.

He slowly slips a finger past your ring of muscles, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, talking you through it the whole time.

“That’s it. Such a good fucking girl for me.” Pushing further in. “That’s right just breathe and relax, you’re okay.” Fucking his finger in and out of you as his other hand toys with your clit. “You’re taking it so well mama.” Adding another finger, and a third until there’s barely any resistance. He pulls out his fingers, squeezing more lube on your ass, and coating his cock with some too. He turns the vibrator on and presses it against your clit.

Toji lines himself up, pushing the tip of his dick into you. His eyes roll back as he breaches that first layer of muscles, wanting to bottom out but he resists, not wanting to tear you. He slowly rocks his hips, letting you get used to the fill, biting on his lower lip to stop himself from just spearing you on his huge fucking cock.

It feels like your mind is slipping away from you, the vibrator on your clit, your ass being stuffed full. Fuck it felt so good, too fucking good. Your toes curl, and you find yourself rocking your hips, begging for more.

“What’s that? You want more?” You nod, and Toji finally removes your gag. “Tell me how bad you want it mama.”

“Toji nngh, please please fuck my ass, please fuckin’ slam into me. I need it daddy, fuck pleaaaasse.”

Toji smirks before driving himself into you, his balls hitting your cunt. You scream at the pain and pleasure.

“Fuck look at you, swallowing my cock with your ass, fuck.” Toji grunts as he pounds into you, his hips slamming into yours.

“G-gonna cum, daddy please can I cum please?” You babble.

“Already huh? Do it then, slut, cum.” And without warning he pushes the vibrator into you, filling up both your holes, stuffing you oh so full. You cum, both your holes clenching, and you squirt, soaking Toji with your juices.

“Mmm fuck. Such a good fuckin girl shit. M’gonna cum too, fill your tight little asshole up with my cum.” Toji groans as his thrusts go sloppy and he spurts ropes of his cum inside you. He’s panting as his dick twitches inside of you. Before he even pulls out he unties your wrists, and removes the blindfold. He plants a wet kiss on your forehead.

“I’m gonna run us a bath, stay here, I’ll bring you a warm towel n carry you. I love you princess.”

“I love you Toji.” You were exhausted and rightfully so, but you couldn’t help grinning to yourself. You really picked the perfect man to call your own.

Suguru Geto:

Geto likes Valentine’s Day because it’s just another reason to show his love for you. And Geto is just brimming with love for you. The dress you had been eyeing? Bought as a gift and skillfully hidden in the back of your shared closet. The kick ass boots you fell in love with but balked at the price tag? He bought them without missing a beat. He also bought almost every variation of Valentine’s candies, chocolates and he carefully selected a plushie of your favourite animal just for you.

He absolutely made sure that there was no way he would be assigned a mission today as he planned to spoil you from the moment you woke up. And spoil you he did, he woke up about an hour before you to prepare your favourite breakfast for you, the smell waking you up.

After that the two of you headed to the aquarium, to observe the marine life, Suguru providing facts about the various fish. Next stop was a cute little pond where the two of you sat and fed ducks. And finally dinner. The two of you had decided to just grab fast food and ate at the restaurant.

Once the two of you arrived home, Geto pulled your presents out of the closet, and the look on your face told him he did a good job.

“Okay now it’s my turn.” You say before darting out of the room for a moment.

Suguru stands there, puzzled for a moment.

“Sugu, can you come to the bathroom?” You call.

Geto makes his way to the bathroom, scratching his head while he does so. When he opens the door, steam escapes. The sizeable shower with multiple heads is running, spa music is playing, and smack dab in the center of the shower is a chair?

“Uh?” Suguru questions, finally noticing you standing there, clad only in a robe.

“Listen I know you said I didn’t have to get you anything, but I wanted to do something for you. So I figured I could wash your hair for you? I know how much you love when I play with your hair, but you’re too tall for me to do it while you stand.” You say while smiling.

Suguru chuckles before stripping out of his clothes and taking a seat in the shower. You remove your robe and join him, planting soft kisses on his face before your fingers untie his bun.

Suguru’s hair splays over his shoulders while you adjust the shower heads so both of you are being hit with warm water, and you grab another shower head, and use it to wet Suguru’s hair.

“Tip your head back.” You say, and Suguru complies.

You squeeze a bit of the ginger shampoo you picked up on your hands, and start massaging it into Suguru’s scalp. After it’s lathered up a bit, you grab the scalp massager you bought and start to pamper your boyfriend.

“Mmm. That feels so good, my love.” Suguru’s eyes are closed, and his lips are curled upwards as he relaxes with the massage. He’s practically in heaven, your body pressed against his back, the sensations, the smells. He could die right now and he would be happy.

You rinse the shampoo out and wash his hair a second time, opting to just use your hands to massage his scalp. You can’t help but to notice the way his breath hitches, and the blush spreading over his cheeks. Once the second shampoo is rinsed, you apply a grapefruit conditioner through the mids and ends of his hair, using a wet comb to brush it through.

While the conditioner sits, you move so you’re in front of Geto, bending down slightly. You pull him into a kiss, and his tongue finds its way into your mouth. You moan and his lips swallow it. You’ve felt aroused since you sat him down and from the way his hands wrap around your neck, bringing you closer, it’s obvious he’s feeling the same way.

You bite down on his lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“Lemme rinse this out first.” And you do, making sure that no residue is left in his hair. “Stand up.”

Suguru stands, and you take his place on the chair. You rub your hands over his body, noting how he twitches when your fingers trail over certain spots, how his dick hardens even further. You trail your hands up from his thighs, ghosting your fingers over his length, before swirling your thumb on his tip, causing him to hiss. You pump him with your hand a few times, before your lips kiss his tip.

You lick him up and down, teasing him, wrapping your lips around his head, swirling your tongue over it, before pulling away again.

“Nnngh, fuck. Stop bein’ a tease.” Geto groans, while wrapping your hair around his fingers.

“Tell me what you want Sugu.” You purr.

“Fuck. Want you to take me down your throat, please.”

Suguru gasps as you finally take more of his length in your mouth, sucking on him like he was the sweetest of candies. He’s way too big to be able to throat right away, so you have to warm up to it. Taking him a little deeper each time, preparing to push him past your uvula, and into your throat.

When you finally manage to swallow him you look up at him through your eyelashes, before nodding, and Suguru takes charge. He holds your head steady as he slowly ruts his hips, pulling out a bit whenever you gag, pushing back in a little harder each time.

“Fuck I love it when you let me fuck your face.” Geto pants. “Touch yourself for me, love.”

And so you do, your hand shooting down and finding your clit. You moan around Suguru’s length as you rub circles into the nub. Your fingers dipping into your wetness, even though you knew they weren’t enough.

Suguru groans as he watches you play with yourself while he fucks into your throat. He pulls out to allow you to breathe before burying himself fully in your throat, his balls hitting your chin. He keeps a steady pace, pulling all the way out before thrusting all the way back in. He can feel his release approaching but he wants to make sure you cum too.

He pulls out, then pulls you upright, lifting you up by your thighs, pressing you into the wall. He lines himself up before pushing into you with a wet squelch. He uses his hand to support you while his other one snakes around your waist, before finding your clit.

Everything has you dizzy, the angle you’re being fucked in, Geto’s rapid pace on your clit, the hot water.

“Oh fuck oh god, S-Sugu, M’so close.” You moan out.

“Yeah? Then let it out babe, cum all over me.”

And his words send you reeling. Your orgasm washing over you as Suguru only thrusts faster, keeping you sandwiched between himself and the shower wall. The pleasure is overwhelming, and your muscles feel like jelly causing your body to go limp.

“Mmm fuck babe the way you’re clenching around me. Fuck. Gonna cum inside. Fuck. Gonna put a baby into you, fucking breed you.” Geto’s balls twitch as he releases his seed into you, and you swear you can feel it hit your womb. He continues thrusting into you, forcing his sperm even further inside until his dick softens and he pulls out with a pop.

Geto helps you stabilize yourself, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close before finding body wash and a sponge. He slowly washes your body for you before also washing himself. He turns off the shower and wraps you in a towel, before drying himself off.

You feel yourself growing sleepy as Geto picks you up and carries you into bed, planting a kiss on your forehead. You manage to mumble a quick “ I love you.” Before you succumb to sleep.

Suguru doesn’t understand how he’s so lucky. He gets out of bed and silently makes his way to the wall safe, ensuring that his final present is still there. The diamond encrusted engagement ring sparkles even in the dimly lit room. He’d just have to propose tomorrow.

Satoru Gojo:

Gojo goes absolutely B O N K E R S for any sort of novelty holiday, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He literally “flew out” just to get you some of the finer things in life. Red bottoms, Versace, Gucci, you name a designer, and it was on your Valentine’s list that he created in his head. He bought you a ton of lingerie, and silky robes to cover them. But he knows you also love comfort so he got you comfy, practical gifts as well; track suits, lounging outfits, cozy slippers.

He’s also sent you out to get whatever you want done, nails, lashes, hair, anything you desire.

Gojo also paid Ijichi a handsome fee to drive you around to all of these luxuries, so you spent your time in the car chatting with him, and while you were getting pampered he stayed alert, though he very much doubted that anything would happen. Still, you were the strongest sorcerers’ girlfriend so he stayed vigilant.

After your final stop of the day, Ijichi drove you back home, so you could change into the attire Gojo hand picked for you. When you opened the box, your eyes sparkled almost as much as the dress in the box. Of course there was a matching set of lingerie, and a pair of strappy heels, but the dress, wow.

It was your favourite colour, a plunging neckline adorned with jewels, and the material was so soft. You change, admiring the lingerie, and loving how the dress hugs your every curve. You didn’t even want to think of how much this could have cost. When you get back in the car, Ijichi wears the faintest of smiles, and compliments the dress.

Upon arrival to the restaurant Ijichi escorts you inside, before the hostess brings you to your table. Of course Gojo is already there, and he looks divine. He’s ditched the blindfold, and he’s dressed in a dark red suit, contrasting his bright white hair. You sit opposite him.

“Don’t you look beautiful? Whoever picked that outfit definitely has an eye for fashion.” Gojo teases.

You giggle. “Yeah they really must. Maybe I should go date them instead?”

Gojo lets out an elaborate gasp. “You wouldn’t.” And he smirks at you.

The two of you fall into easy conversation as you enjoy your meals, washing it down with sparkling water, as neither of you enjoy alcohol. As always your boyfriend has you cracking up, drawing the attention of other people around you, as they smile towards you. Gojo wasn’t afraid to stand out in a crowd, and you definitely loved it.

During the drive home Gojo kept trying to banter with Ijichi, but the poor assistant manager was too tired to deal with it tonight. Before getting out of the car Gojo tousles Ijichi’s hair, much to his chagrin. Gojo holds your hand as the two of you walk the short distance from the driveway to your residence.

When you get inside, you take your heels off, before plopping down on the couch, glad to finally be home.

“Our date night’s not done yet.” Gojo says.

You cock your head, as he connects his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and puts on a slow song.

“No way.” You laugh. “You can dance?”

“Nope. But I want to. C’mon, dance with me.” Gojo pouts while pulling you up to your feet.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and his wrap around your waist, before the two of you start slow dancing together, slightly clunky at first, but eventually finding your groove.

“I feel like I’m at a high school dance.” You giggle.

“That’s kinda what I wanted to do. I never got that experience.” Gojo remarks.

Of course not. He wasn’t scouted like you were, from birth all he knew was the Jujutsu World. You smile as you rest your cheek against his chest, hearing his heartbeat in your ear.

When the song ends, the next one to play is a trap hip hop song, and you pull your head away, cocking an eyebrow.

“You wanna try dancing to this one too?” You ask with a smirk.

“Nah, but there’s something else I wanna do.” Gojo says before pulling you into a kiss. Your lips part and his tongue explores your mouth. He lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping around him as he carries you into your shared bedroom. The LED lights are set to red, and you can still hear the music. He sets you down on the bed, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress, which is off you in a flash.

Gojo takes off his suit, leaving him in his boxers, and when you see which pair he’s wearing you can’t help but laughing.

“The heart ones? Oh my god, Satoru!”

“What? It’s Valentine’s Day!” Gojo shrugs. “God I knew that set would suit you.”

Gojo lies on his back, pulling you on top of him, before ravishing your lips with kisses again. You can feel his cock under your clothed cunt, so you decide to grind on it. You pull away and trail kisses onto his neck, making sure you suck just the right spot. Gojo groans under you, before flipping you over so he was on top of you.

You gasp as his tongue finds your earlobe, and he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth nibbling on it. The sensation sends chills down your spine, causing you to arch your back, and grab a fistful of his hair.

“Ya like that?” Gojo whispers into your ear, making you shudder. While his lips are still attached to your ear, his hands run over your body, making you twitch. Gojo pulls away, before swiping a finger over your cunt, earning a moan from you.

“So needy aren’t ya?” Gojo smirks, his fingers ever so slightly ghosting over your wetness. “What do you need princess?”

“N-need you to touch me. P-please.” You beg, already worked up.

“If you insist,” and he’s tearing off the panties, before spreading your folds. Swirling a finger on the outside, collecting your slick on his fingers, before brushing over your clit, watching your face the entire time. He loves to see the way your muscles contract, the way your breath grows rapid, the way your lips twitch. He continues teasing you, all the while his own arousal grows hard.

“Fuck, Satoruuu- please.” You whisper. “Need more.”

“What was that princess? I can’t quite hear you.” You can hear the smirk on his voice.

“Satoru, please, I need more!” You raise your voice.

And finally, he gives you more. Pushing two of his lithe fingers inside curling them up to hit your G spot. He presses his other hand on your belly, feeling his own fingers inside you. Pumping in and out at a rapid pace, watching as you suck him in. Bringing the hand that was on your belly down to rub your clit. Your juices running down, coating his hand. Your moans filling the room, as lust covers your eyes.

“Oh fuck oh fuck, I’m close.” You moan. And you almost scream when he pulls his hands away. “Wh-why?!” Your eyes are filled with tears, so close to your release that was ripped away from you.

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock.” Gojo finally frees his erection from the confines of his boxers, and it slaps him in the stomach. “Think you can take it all right away?”

You nod quickly, you need him so bad, you need to cum all over him.

Gojo pushes into you, pushing past the slight resistance, causing you to dig your nails into his back, and grit your teeth.

“F-fuck. Good girl.” Gojo breathes as your walls swallow him. He’s nestled so deep inside you, and it feels like heaven. He starts to thrust, slowly. His thumb coming to circle your clit, his other holding onto the headboard to support himself. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-yes. M’close again.” You moan, looking up at your boyfriend. His hair falls over his eyes, his cheeks are flushed, a slight sheen of sweat coats his body, he’s biting his lower lip. And his eyes, god those beautiful eyes are just locked on yours. “Ohhhfuck”

The coil snaps inside you, and as you start to cum, Gojo brings the hand that was on the headboard to your throat, squeezing it just enough to have your vision blur. Your back arches off the mattress, absolute bliss shoots through your veins. Tears spill out of your eyes as you nearly scream from the pleasure.

Gojo fucks you through it, absolutely pounding into you, his thumb moving even more rapidly. You think he’s going to stop when you stop twitching, but he doesn’t let up.

“Nngh, too much too much.” You whine, your nails burrowed in his back.

“Thought you needed it? I gotta give my princess what she wants.” Gojo croons.

“N-no, feels weird, ‘Toru please.” You protest.

“Ah ah. It’s okay, let it happen.” Gojo reassures you. “Y’just gonna squirt.”

“Nononono oh! Ahhh! Shitfuck ohmygod!” The pleasure is like nothing you ever felt before. Your cunt absolutely gushes, your walls clenching down as your juices spray all over your boyfriend. You’re drooling, babbling, you’re just a cock sleeve at this point. Any sense of coherence, gone.

Watching you squirt was the cherry on the cake for Gojo. He feels the muscles in his abs tighten up, his balls clench, and he grunts. His fucks into you like a jackhammer, crying out as he pumps his load into your cunt. You milk him for every single drop, and he shudders as he pulls out of you.

Your senses are returning to you, as Gojo lies down on the bed beside you. He runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing something out of the nightstand.

“Wanna candy?” He offers the heart shaped box to you.

You laugh as you take one, popping it into your mouth, and rolling back onto your side. Gojo pulls your body against his, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the back of your head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Gojo whispers, and the two of you fall into a slumber together.

Choso Kamo:

Choso has no clue what Valentine’s Day even is. Yuji had to explain it to him, and took Choso shopping to pick out your gifts. Together they picked out one of those blanket hoodies, some sheet face masks, a plushie holding a heart, some valentines treats, and some snacks. Yuji had suggested that you two order food in and watch a movie, and he would go crash at Megumi’s place, to ensure the two of you got to enjoy your time together. Yuji was also the one to set everything up, even though you and Choso were dating, he still didn’t quite grasp it. Yuji told both of you to just dress casual.

On the day of, Choso wore a band tee, and grey sweats. After showering and putting on a bit of cologne, he styled his hair into his usual buns. He had your gifts in a little basket, and he played a game on his phone while he waited for you to arrive. He started feeling a sense of nervousness, so he texted Yuji.

-What if she hates it? Like what if she thinks it’s stupid?

Choso bounced his knee absentmindedly while he waited for Yuji to reply. His phone pinged, and he read the text quickly.

—Relax. She’s the one who suggested all this.

And right on cue, Choso hears a knock on the door. He inhales and exhales deeply, rising to his feet. He rubs his palms on his sweats before opening the door. And you’re there, also in sweats and a band tee.

“Choso!” You squeal, before jumping on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist before kissing him.

Choso’s eyes widen as he catches you, planting his feet down and wrapping his arms under your butt. He kisses you back before you pull away, and squirm out of his arms, grabbing a red gift bag that was on the floor.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Cho!” You say sweetly, while walking into the apartment, kicking your shoes off.

Choso closes the door behind you with a grin, absolutely relieved.

“Thanks baby.” Choso kisses your forehead.

“Should we open each others gifts?” You ask excitedly, before flipping down on the couch.

“Yeah, okay.” Choso rubs his hand on the back of his head before sitting next to you, sliding the basket between his feet. “Wanna open yours first?”

“Yessss!” You pull the basket on the couch, your feet kicking with excitement. You gasp when you see the presents, instantly pulling the hoodie over your head and snuggling your plush. You smirk when you pull out the face masks, immediately opening two of them, one for you, one for Cho.

You smooth the sheet over his face, delicately, massaging his face lightly with your fingers, before applying your own. You pull out your phone, wrapping an arm around your boyfriend and taking a selfie, before taking a pic of just him, and setting it as his contact photo.

“Ahhh! Cute! You look so adorable Cho!” You gush, showing him the picture.

“I look like I have a piece of ham on my face.” Choso deadpans, causing you to laugh hysterically.

“Okay! Your turn!” You thrust the bag into his hands.

He opens it, pulling out a matching blanket hoodie, and matching plush.

“We got each other the same things?” Choso questions.

“Yuji went shopping with me. Helped me pick ‘em out. If you don’t like them I can return them.” You offer.

“No!” Choso pulls the hoodie on and beams at you through the face mask. “It’s perfect. I can cuddle up with this little thing while you’re not here.” Choso grabs the plush. “And I think matching hoodies are awesome.”

You’re so happy! You knew Yuji was planning something with the gifts, but you didn’t exactly know what.

“Good! Let’s take these off.” You pull off your mask, before pulling Choso’s off as well. “Hmm. You’re supposed to rub the rest in.”

And your hands glide over his face, rubbing the essence into his skin. Choso closes his eyes, and suddenly you’re on his lap, trailing your fingers to his temples, massaging them. Choso lets out a soft sigh, as his hands trail up your thighs, before squeezing your ass.

You giggle as you lean in, peppering his face with kisses, down from his temple to his jaw, eventually settling on his collarbone. You trail your tongue down the bone, before slipping your hands under his shirt and pulling it over his head. Knowing you’ll get too hot, you pull off the hoodie, your shirt coming off in the process. You opted not to wear a bra, so both of you were topless.

Before you can do anything else, Choso wraps his arms around you, putting the two of you skin to skin. He runs his fingers through your hair, sighing contentedly, while his other hand traces shapes on your back. You can feel him growing hard under you, but decide to stay here for a moment. Loving the comfort that washes over you, how safe you feel wrapped in Choso’s big strong arms.

Choso’s hand trails over your ass, rubbing it, creating friction between you. You prop yourself up with an arm, returning to kissing his body, licking down to his pecs before swirling your tongue over his nipple.

Choso’s breath hitches in his throat at the sensation, his fist clenching in your hair. You suckle his nipple, toying the other one with your fingers, absolutely loving the sounds coming from your boyfriend. His breath coming rapidly, little whines escaping his throat. His hips twitch upward, his dick rubbing against your clothed ,albeit dripping cunt.

“Shit, babe. Want you so bad.” Choso groans, eyes hazy with lust.

You pull away from his nipple, saliva dripping from your tongue, before sticking your tongue in his mouth. He eagerly sucks on it, drool spilling out the side of his mouth, before biting down, causing your tongue to bleed. He moans as your blood spills into his mouth, wrapping his lips around your tongue, trying to swallow as much of your blood as he can.

When you break the kiss, Choso is panting, blush kissing his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed. You slide off him, onto your knees before grabbing his hard cock over his pants and rubbing it up and down.

“Please.” Choso whines. Looking down at you, at how absolutely fucking cute you are. He wants to ruin the make up your wearing, have your mascara streaming down your cheeks, but he also wants to be yours to command, forced to beg.

You pull his sweats down slowly. His cock springs up. It’s pale, and the tip is a nice pink, same colour as the blush on his cheeks. You trail a nail over a vein, causing him to shudder, before sticking out your tongue and oh so gently swiping it over the tip. Both of Choso’s hands are now tangled in your hair, and he wants to just yank you down on him.

You look up through your lashes at him, batting them before finally opening your mouth and taking him inside of it.

“Grnk.” Choso grits his teeth, as his eyes roll back. Your mouth is extra wet, as you allow saliva to drip out of it, using it as lube while you jerk him off. Your tongue circling his head, his hips thrusting lightly, begging you to swallow all of him.

You pull away to get a breather, but Choso lifts you up, easily manhandling you, so your cunt is above his face, and you’re still able to suck his cock. His big hand slaps your ass, before pushing you down onto his eager mouth.

“Nnnn Cho so good.” You moan. You had planned to just take care of him for once, because he was always spoiling you in bed. However you didn’t quite mind the change of plans, as his tongue fucked in and out of your mouth.

You wrap your mouth around him once again, bobbing your head up and down while lightly squeezing his balls with your hand. It’s hard to focus while Choso’s tongue waged war against your heat. He knew exactly how to send you into overdrive. You moan around him, the vibrations making him twitch as he thrusts himself deeper into your throat.

Everytime you gag, he responds by swirling his tongue faster over your clit. You’re honestly seeing stars at this point, doing your best to keep suction around his cock.

Choso doesn’t mind. He is a master at multitasking, rutting his hips upwards. His fingers finally teasing at your folds before sinking in, scissoring inside of you, hitting your g-spot, as he sucks your clit into his mouth. You can’t help but to grind against him.

Choso can feel himself reaching his peak, but he doesn’t want to waste his load by putting it in your mouth. Again, he pulls you off him, positioning you so your knees are on the couch, stomach and tits pressed against it, and your arms draped over the top.

He pushes into you, stretching you out deliciously. His hand snaking past your waist, finding your clit, making you whimper, as he thrusts sloppily into you.

“Fuck babe, you’re squeezing me so good, wanna make you cum, fuck. Pleasepleaseplease cum on me.” Choso groans, whining with every thrust. He pinches your clit between your fingers.

“Agh! Cho! Mmmmcummming.” You mewl, as your body becomes boneless, small sobs coming from your throat. Drool pooling out of your mouth, while your eyes roll back in your head before fluttering closed. Your cunt clenches down on Choso, spasming as you ride out your orgasm.

Choso presses his chest against your back, burying his head in your neck as his balls twitch, and he shoots his seed into you.

“Fuckfuckfuck. You’re so perfect ohmygod. All of this cum just for you. Fuck you’re getting all of it.” Choso is babbling, just stringing words together. His mouth open in an O as chills shoot through his body after cumming so hard.

When he pulls out he scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, and pulling out a towel. He turns to leave before you stop him.

“Not gonna join me?” You tease.

“Yeah I will, I just totally forgot to order the food.” Choso half smiles.

After ordering the food he joins you in the shower, pulling your body snug against his. Afterwards the two of you dry off and put on your hoodies. You eat dinner while watching the movie and eventually drift off to sleep wrapped in each others’ arms.

Choso knows he’s gotta thank Yuji, because today was a day he would cherish forever.

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I just read about roan and eddie during r’s migraine, and it was one of the loveliest piece of yours that I’ve read and added to my favourite list of stories you wrote (and that is basically cheating bcs all of your stories are the loveliest and I just can’t choose!!) but can I ask for a story of eddie and roan when r fainted infront of them or in their presence?? Sorry if this would suffocate you and don’t rush please,, only do it if you want!! Thank you thank you thank you for always feeding us with your stories!! Much hearts!! 🫶🫶🫶

thank you for your request! dad!eddie x (almost) step mom!reader tw fainting

"Dad," says a little voice. "You havta help me up, please."

Eddie, laying in the middle of the bed in your shared bedroom, lifts his chin enough to see his baby girl struggling to climb over the hill of rumpled blankets on your side of the bed. He grabs her arms, thinks better of it and grabs her under the armpits instead, and heaves her over the hill onto his chest.

She curls up like a pill bug instantly.

"Where's Y/N?" she asks.

He hums, exhausted from a long long week, his hand on her back. "She's in the shower. And it's your turn next."

"No," she mumbles ruefully, face digging into his neck like she can hide from the bath in the dark mass of his hair.

"Roan," Eddie says, "you like bath time. When we get in and it's nice and warm and we wash your hair, you love it, you don't wanna get out."

"I don't wanna get in," she insists.

"Come on, babe, you've been such a good girl all week." Eddie closes his eyes. He's kind of lying, she's had her moments, but being sweet on her works better than a scolding. He hates telling her off, anyway. Eddie kisses the top of her head. "I'll let you stay up late and pick a movie with me, if you can be good a little bit longer."

"And have hot chocolate?" she asks.

"If that's what you want."

"Yeah, and marshed-mallowed," she says.

"Marshmallows," he corrects.

"Marshed mallows."

They trade pronunciations back and forth. He's so tired, neck aching from hours under the bellies of cars and arms sore from oiling, clamping, yanking at things he likely shouldn't yank. Roan is warm and smells nice despite the impending bath time, like a hot water bottle that's been stealing spritzes of your fancy perfume. The steady beat of the shower lulls him into a shallow sleep, not quite unconscious but far from awake.

He wraps his arms around Roan, pulling her hot face further into his neck.

The shower stops. He blinks at the sound of the shower door hitting the wall rather harshly, and again at a wet thud.

He thinks he hears you saying his name at first. Then, much louder, a sharp shout. "Eddie!"

Eddie snaps up with an arm around Roan and scrambles to the end of the bed. He puts Roan down on the floor by the door as mindfully as he can and swings the short distance from the master bedroom doorway to the bathroom, terrified you've locked the door. "What?" he asks, louder when you won't answer, "What?"

He pushes the door open and accidentally hits you in the leg. You're sitting on the floor half-wrapped in your towel, hair wet and water everywhere, in puddles around your body and by the shower floor.

He drops to his knees. "Hey, what? What's the matter? Did you fall?"

"No, I sat down," you say, pulling your towel around your chest. The air in the bathroom is thick with heat. "I got woozy ’n’ I tried to get out before I fell over."

"Well, you almost succeeded," he says, brushing wet hair away from your face.

"I don't think I can stand up."

"Daddy?" Roan asks in the doorway.

Eddie pulls your towel tight around you to cover you up and turns his head, his hands at your sides like a hug without the closeness. "She's okay, babe, just an accident. Why don't you go and get her one of the cold waters from the fridge, can you do that for me?" His hand curls behind your back a touch. "Yeah?"

Roan nods and squares her expression, a girl with a mission, and spins on her heel to start downstairs.

"No running down the stairs!" he calls. Her footsteps slow.

Eddie turns back to you, frowning at your glassy eyes and tacky cheeks. "Come on, babe. Can't stay on the floor forever."

He puts his arms underneath you and helps you onto your feet. You struggle to find sure footing, and he can tell despite you're quick thinking that you still feel faint. There's a sense of distance between you both that Eddie never feels, not for a long time. He hates when you go places he can't.

"My towels slipping," you say.

"I've seen it all before."

"I appreciate that," you say, some of your Eddie-prompted sarcasm leaking back in, "but I was thinking about Roanie."

Roan's a baby, you're practically her mom and there's nothing nefarious in it, but if you don't want her to see then Eddie doesn't either. He tucks you up and helps you walk across to the bedroom, closing the door so he can get you into fresh underwear.

You groan as he sits you down on the end of the bed in a shirt but no pants. "My head is swimming," you say.

"Was it too hot?"

"I think so. I was in there for longer than I should've been.” You smile at Eddie on his knees, where he's tucking your ankles through the cuffs of a black pair of sweatpants. "Thank you, my love. Seriously."

He lifts you enough to tug your pants over your butt to your waist, your skin damp, your hair cold against his face. "Duh," he says near your ear. "I'd die for you. Like, sacrifice myself to demons, or run into a burning building. While putting clothes on you does feel backward, it's easy. Doesn't cost me a thing."

He squats by your feet again, giving your thighs an affectionate squeeze.

"How do you feel now?" he asks, meeting your eyes searchingly.

"Not sure." You drop your head into your hand. "Heavy."

"Roan's bringing water. Or, she was."

His dad senses start to tingle. He squeezes your thigh again and stands, not expecting you to stand up with him. You grab his arm to lean on him. The door opens, a frantic looking Roan holding the huge water bottle Eddie keeps in the storage closet in case of emergencies in her shaking arms.

"Dad, I almost died," she announces, dropping it with a thump.

"Roan," he almost coos, pitying her unnecessary efforts. "I meant one of the little ones. I don't want you to try carrying big heavy stuff up the stairs, bubby, you could've broken your neck."

He feels your hand clench around his arm. He's expecting it —you find his brutal honesty a mixture of funny and horrifying— but there's no smothered laugh accompanying it.

He knows suddenly what's going to happen, doesn't have time to ease you back toward the bed as you drop. He knocks your head against his chin in his rush to catch you.

"Shit," he breathes, pulling your chest against him, "shit, baby."

"Y/N!" Roan shouts, clearly distressed.

Eddie winces, panicked and unsure how to handle two bad moments simultaneously. He feels your heavy head against his chest and knows you aren't conscious, so he heaves you onto the edge of the bed and drags you until you're lying flat, head not quite on the pillow.

Roan's shouting and Eddie is properly freaked now, sitting half on top of you with his hands on your cheeks.

"Y/N," he says loudly. He gives your cheek a tap. "Y/N. Wake up, babe." He pats your cheek again quickly, and relief is a burst bubble over his head, a rushing release of breath as your eyes open. You couldn't have been unconscious for more than a few seconds, and they're the longest seconds of his life. "Hey, sweetheart. Take it easy."

"I don't feel well," you say, your voice small.

"Take it easy," he says again. "Don't get up, okay?"

Your frown moves his hand. Eddie strokes your cheek, takes a deep breathe, and turns to face Roan.

His baby's standing pale as a ghost where you fell, unshed tears in her eyes.

"She's okay," Eddie says, holding out his arms. "Come here, Ro, it's alright."

Roan walks to Eddie's knees, climbing into his lap, her head hooked over his arm to look at your face. You have a hand on your eyes again, chin tilted up as you take deep breaths.

"She's okay?" Roan asks.

"She's okay," Eddie says gently. "She had a head rush. You know she has headaches sometimes, and she has to sit down? It's like that, only she got too hot in the shower this time."

Eddie reaches out to move your hand, stroking the side of your cheek with a short nail. He doesn't realise he's on pins until you smile at them briefly, eyes half-lidded but thankfully, blessedly open.

"Sorry," you say, like your throat is closed up.

"Don't be sorry," Roan says before Eddie can, putting her hand where his had been and petting your cheek. "Do you want water? I brought the big one."

You cover her hand with yours and keep it there. "You did?"

"So you'll feel better faster."

"Was it heavy?"

"Super heavy! But I think more will be good." Roan looks at Eddie cautiously. He gives her a little shake, as if to say, go ahead. "Dad," she whispers, "Can I hug her?"

"I don't know, sweetheart," he says. He smiles at you. "Would a hug be okay?"

Your answer is predictable.

Roan lies carefully beside you to stretch a small arm over your chest and Eddie moves to your other side so he can put your head in his lap. He stares down at you, one part worry, one part exasperation. Your eyes stay open, your gaze tracing the movements of Roan's hand as it shifts over your ribs.

"Sorry. That was silly of me," you say.

"To faint?" Eddie asks.

"To have such a hot shower. I cooked my brains."

"Did it feel good though?" he asks.

"So good," you confide. "It was amazing. Before I went all funny and scared you both." You twirl one of Roan's dark curls around your finger. "I'm so sorry, Ro."

"It's OK. I wasn't scared of you," Roan says.

You grit your teeth at her. "How about now?" you ask through them.

She giggles. "No."

You make an angry face, eyebrows pulled down and cheeks up. "Now?"

"No!"

You let your face relax back into a tired calmness. "You're fearless."

Eddie puts his hands on both side of your face. Even upside down, you're lovely. Your hair leeches the last of its water into his pants the longer you lie there but he doesn't make you move, the opposite — he insists you stay there for at least thirty minutes. It's for himself as much as you, to hide the minute trembling that wracks his hands.

He leans down to kiss your forehead tenderly.

"Is there something wrong?" he murmurs.

"Nothing. Promise. Just got too hot." You tip your forehead back until your nose lines up with his. You lift your head. "Love you."

He rubs his nose against yours. "I love you."

"I love you too," Roan says. "Can we go have hot chocolate now?"

"Hot chocolate after your bath."

"You want me to have a bath? After what happened to mommy?" Roan snuggles into your waist. He sees your face light up at the title, and you turn your head into his thigh to give her a better hug. "No, thank you."

"She has a point," you say into his thigh.

"No, she does not. You just like it 'cause she called you mom."

"Sue me."

Eddie dips down to nip your neck. You yelp, and he considers the matter settled.

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