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finalgirllx · 1 month
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slytherin boys react to being called 'daddy'
I'm not a writer i'm just kinky | chars always aged up | unedited includes: theo, mattheo, and enzo. minors dni | pure filth | F! reader implied
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Theo:
Theo doesn't ask to be called daddy, and you're too shy to approach it. That is, until a late-night study session in his dorm room unsurprisingly turns into a heated makeout session between the two of you.
Theo has you perched on his desk with your legs spread so he can settle between them. His blue eyes pierce yours, and the lust in his expression is unmistakable.
With one of his hands caressing your cheek, the other moves lower to ghost over your thighs, searching for the go-ahead from you to continue. This growing pit in your stomach to ask a certain question finally boils to the surface.
"Can I call you daddy?" you blurt out, almost immediately regretting the words as they leave your lips.
Theo's stare doesn't waver as his fingers then move to press against the fabric of your panties over your folds.
"Just the thought of calling me that leaves you so fucking wet for me, doesn't it, principessa? Of course you can. now be good for daddy, and let me feel that perfect fucking pussy."
Mattheo:
This man is super upfront about wanting to be called daddy. In fact, he would refer to himself as 'daddy' first to test the waters, hoping to see if you respond well. A few times, he tries off-handedly to find out, and you appear a little hesitant.
Then, one fateful evening, after too much teasing on your end, you find yourself getting railed into his mattress. Mattheo holds onto your waist with a bruising grip as he pounds into you at a merciless pace, sending a sharp smack to your ass as he asks, "You like how daddy fucks you, huh? You like being daddy's little fucktoy?"
"Yes, daddy! please fuck me," you babble obediently in response. In your dumbed-out, cock drunk state, calling him daddy becomes the hottest thing you've ever said. Mattheo, of course, agrees, letting out a low growl and fucking you even faster as you continue to scream it.
"Atta girl, that's what I am, your fucking daddy," Mattheo praises you, showering you with more praises and degradations until finally filling you until you're leaking with his cum.
Enzo:
Enzo had rudely disrupted a tutoring session you were taking from another male student when he had judged that the boy was 'too close for comfort.' Feeling exasperated by his possessive side, you chew him out, causing him to bring you to the nearest broom closet and order you to your knees to get facefucked. You watched him unbuckle his pants eagerly, having no complaints about his chosen method to punish the brat out of you.
Enzo uses a makeshift ponytail of your hair to bob your head up and down the entire length of his cock for some time. He eventually pulls you away in order to take in the beautiful sight of your wet eyes as you stare up at him, waiting for more commands.
"You look so fucking beautiful on your knees for me, you know that? So damn perfect. And you're fucking mine, remember that?"
"Yes, daddy, I'm yours."
It just slipped out. Neither of you had even approached the subject, though it had been stirring in your subconscious for some time, which explains why it came out when you were desperate to please him.
Enzo's eyes flashed with surprise for a mere second before he let out a guttural moan and brought your lips back to his cock to continue thrusting into your mouth.
"You want me to be your daddy, huh? Fuck, doll, that's so fucking hot," he groaned, clearly closer to his orgasm than before you had said that magic word.
"Be good for your daddy now and keep throating me like the pretty slut you are."
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cherrysoojins · 8 months
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scream.
ghostface! choi san & ghostface! jung wooyoung, oneshot/drabble (no pt. 2), horror themes, subjects of murder, underlying yandere themes, for mature audiences ( no smut ).
🔪 — : the annual frat halloween party hosted by your two best friends was not supposed to turn into a actual halloween horror movie for you.
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this was not how halloween night was supposed to go.
party music loud and blaring, drowning out the screams and the slaughter as everyone finds just one more person dead.
not just another person, but another person you slept with. another person you dated. another person who looked in your general vicinity. every male with at least some correlation to you, you realize, have all become victims of a murder in that house party.
how many people have died at this rate? you’re not too sure.
having your phone in your shaky hands as you hid in the cupboards under the bathroom sink, you texted someone— anyone, hands moving frantically against the electronics keyboard. calling someone didn’t seem like a safe option, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your shaky voice at bay despite the blaring music.
halloween was not supposed to be like this. halloween was never supposed to actually be scary. halloween horrors were not supposed to actually come true.
how did you get here? what brought this upon the night? why were people who were involved with you dying left and right? was it a coincidence? were people still dying as you hid under the sink, encased in the darkness, relatively safe for now? why couldn’t people get out? could people get out?
should you get out?
like any normal person in a situation like this, your mind raced back and forth with possibilities, what if’s, and or’s, what should you do, do you save yourself or other people?
the latter was the easiest thought you had. albeit selfish, but it was always you. you came first.
people would keep dying and you would stay hidden.
until you couldn’t.
until the door to the bathroom creaked open, heavy thumps of boots sounding out, close to you. close to your safety.
turning the phone off, encasing yourself in the complete darkness, you stilled. other things like extra deodorants and razors, common bathroom necessities littered around your body, but you refused to be the dumb blonde in horror movies.
so you didn’t move, you held your breath.
“come on, y/n,” san’s voice rung out, tantalizing, dark— so different from the voice you hear everyday walking around campus.
deep down, you knew none of those guys’ deaths were coincidences.
you just didn’t want san to be the bad guy.
“you can’t keep hiding, times limited, baby.” his voice cooed out, banging his fist against the wall loudly, looking to freak you out and give yourself away.
you didn’t. keeping calm and breathing deep, you just had to play it cool. you just can’t be scared.
you could hear a frustrated groan following a tear of the shower curtains being roughly pulled back, a kick to the bathtub. he’s losing patience, you’re losing your mind at how close he seems to be getting.
but he was never that thorough, he was just a stupid frat boy— or so you thought until now. used to think that he wasn’t very capable of much besides throwing big frat parties and serving as a pretty face, he always used to be a little clueless in a lot of aspects.
but what if that’s a front and he checks every goddamn inch of this bathroom, proving how thorough and smart he actually can be?
footsteps walked around the bathroom some more before you finally heard them disappear. where? you don’t know, but surely far enough away.
turning on your phone once again, your fingers frantically texted anyone within reach— ‘call the cops’ ‘murderer’ ‘think i might die please hurry’, anything you could. anything to save yourself.
“gotcha.” a voice perked, yanking the doors open to the cupboard, making you scream. hands immediately shot out and grabbed your ankle that was bunched up under the sink, harshly yanking you out to where your head slammed against the tiled floor.
“oh, man. you can fool san, but not me.” wooyoung this time. shock taking over your body.
words can’t formulate the feeling. the dread. anguish. fear. betrayal.
they were working together.
they were working together?
“come on, baby. places to be, things to do.” san piqued from the doorframe, leaning on it in his all black attire that matched wooyoung’s, two ghost face masks in his hand, lifting them and jiggling them around as if he was taunting you with that dimpled smirk on his face.
“you… the people…” your voice trailed off, looking back at wooyoung.
“dead or they left. let’s go before the party gets busted.” wooyoung joked, grabbing you by the waist and slinging you over his shoulder.
you didn’t fight back. how could you against your best friend?
lifting your head up to look at the bathroom you were once safe in, eyes meeting your other best friends who still had his dimpled smile along his features.
“we’re gonna have so much fun, baby.” san said, the ghost face masks still dangling in his hand.
halloween was not supposed to end like this.
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not proofread lol 😝🫵🏻
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writefandoms · 1 year
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Love Thy Body (Comm)
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Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader (smut)
Summary: Adrian Tepes is in dire need of some good ol’ fashion loving.
Word Count: 1.9k
The dhampir of Wallachia was a man known by the name Alucard. 
The opposite of the evil Dracula, he’s seen as the people's savior. The one who will destroy the mad vampire and seal him to rest in his coffin for all eternity. 
But the old stories were just that: stories. Nothing but old wise tales passed around village to village. 
The real Alucard wasn’t the opposition to anyone. He was simply a man. A man who had lost those dear to him in the span of one long nightmare. One that could only end once he drove a stake into his own fathers heart. 
When you looked at this strong hero, you didn’t see a man. No- you saw a crying child longing for his mother and father. 
Adrian wore his scars with great sadness.
From the slice across his chest- given to him from his own father. To the burns around his wrists- given to him by those he entrusted with his body and soul. 
There was no savior, only a wounded child. 
Adrian Tepes was a beautiful man. No one could deny it. 
Even when he spoke with pure arrogance and sass, his golden eyes and sharp jawline were bound to make even the strongest of wills shatter at his looks. 
Upon your first meeting, you were very close to clocking him in his perfect nose. His sharp tongue and know-it-all attitude, made it impossible to not seethe with rage. 
But as you spoke with the man, you began to see past the beauty of his face. Looking into the eyes of a broken creature, longing for someone to hold him- but to scared to open himself to others. Fear of betrayal outweighed his need for compassion. 
The first time you kissed was quite a surprise for both of you. Tension was high after a fierce battle with a few night creatures. One moment your locking eyes, the next your pressed against him in a heated embrace. 
You both swore it was from the heat of battle, even when you can't help thinking about how soft his lips were. 
One broken promise later, you find each other stripped down and in each other’s embrace. No- not quite actually. 
You’re stripped naked, Adrian is only missing his cloak. 
As unfair as you think it is, the orgasms that Adrian delivers are enough to keep your complaints to yourself. 
You thought nothing of his tendency to remain mostly clothed during your heated exchanges. Usually your mind is to busy being blown to care. But tonight would be different. 
“Strip.”
Adrian simply freezes, suddenly unsure where to put his hands on your exposed body. 
“I beg your pardon?” Ever the linguistic, but still playing dumb. 
“Ya’ speak English or not? I said strip.” Your legs shut, blocking his hands or wandering eyes from your privates. 
“I’ve never had to-“
“Aye, I’m naked as the day I was born, yet you’re still in your fancy boots. It’s not fair!” Arms folded like your scolding him, you pick up a pillow to block your chest from his view. “No more fucking until I get to see your bits!”
It’s his turn to scowl now, sitting back on his knees, on the mattress. 
“Language.”
“Stop changing the subject, strip or no more fun time!”
“Fun time?” His lips twitch slightly, a smirk forming on his face. 
Not liking his blatant disregard for his request, you tug a spare sheet around your shoulders to cover your bare body. 
“Fine.” Dragging yourself to your feet, you turn from him, “Good night.”
It doesn’t take him long to call you back, not even two seconds in fact. 
“Don’t leave.” His tone is new, almost fragile. Like if you raised your voice he’d shatter. “Please.”
Clasping your sheet dress, you turn towards him, but wait for him to continue. He doesn’t speak, only reaches a hand out, a proverbial olive branch. 
Who are you to deny this beauty of a man. 
Adrian cups your hand so gently, tugging you towards him. He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, spreading his legs to fit you between them. His eyes level with your chest. 
He’s peering up at you with a look that you can’t quite pinpoint. Definitely lust, but with a twinge of something else. 
Pulling your hand downward, he leads you to his button up. Your fingers follow his to the first button, his hands slip away, but the invitation remains. 
Uncertainty weighs your fingers down, slowly unbuttoning the first one. Only when he nods do you pick up the pace, eager to see more of him. Even the small sliver of visible pale flesh has you excited. 
But that excitement is quickly dashed once you catch sight of the large scar branding his near perfect skin. He must regard your sadness as disgust because he pulls back. 
The look on his face of pure disdain- but you know it’s not directed towards you. 
“Satisfied?” Is all he spits at you, eyes glaring at the wall behind you. 
Lifting a hand, your fingers dance along the scar tissue. Only able to journey so far before his hand grips your wrist and halts your motion. 
“Don’t-“ His grasp weakens, shoulders slumping, “-don’t pity me.”
Allowing your hand to pull free, you begin your conquest once again. This time planting both hands firmly against his chest, before leaning down planting a chaste kiss against his lips.
It’s soft. Softer than either of you’ve ever been with one another. 
Adrian takes a moment but returns the sweet gesture. Lips working against yours, like two puzzle pieces. 
You don’t give him a chance to think before pushing your body weight onto him, successfully landing him on his back. 
Despite being caught off guard, he’s still quick enough to land on his elbows. 
“Bloody vampire speed.” You grumble, but refuse to let him stump this small victory. 
Latching your lips on his jaw, you revel in the gasp that leaves him. Adventure further down the column of his throat, leaving small bites and kisses in your wake. 
The subtle pleasures must be enough for him to lower his guard once again, slowly laying flat on his back. His hands fist the sheets beneath him, claws unconsciously ripping the fabric. 
Noticing this loss of control you take the opportunity to lighten the mood. “Tsk. That’s silk, Mr. Tepes.”
Moving back to lock eyes with him, you’re relieved to see him roll his eyes. 
“I can always buy new ones.”
“Oh? Trying to impress me with your riches?” Hands spread on his chest, you push yourself into an upright position, straddling his waist. 
Adrian’s hands move from the sheets, securing themselves onto your hips. 
“Are you only straddling me because of my possible riches?” The grip on your hip gives him leverage to grind against your bare crotch, drawing a low moan from you. 
“Trust me, it’s not just your money that keeps me here.” You trail a hand down his chest, raking your nails a little harsher as you reach the sharp v-line, leading to the tent in his pants. 
“Y-your- ahhh…vile creature.” His moans only add to the heat between your legs, making you unconsciously rub against his bulge. 
“An’ you’re too sexy for your own good.” Your eyes admire the sight of him beneath you. 
Pale skin, ripped muscles, beautiful face, all for you. 
“Quiet.” Is all he can muster in a weak defense, but the pink tint on his cheeks is a dead give away. 
“Not until I make up for all the times you hid this work of art from me.”
Hands run down his bare chest, fingers trying to memorize every crack and crevice. His breathing hitches when you trace his scar, skin more sensitive than the rest. 
Leaning down you catch a pink nipple between your lips, giving a half hearted suck. His reaction is a mixture of surprise and pleasure, back arching a fraction and fingers twitching. 
“Heathen…” he manages to groan with faux anger, not convincing due to the pink still tinting his cheeks. 
“Whore.” You grin back up at him, rolling his nipple between your teeth now. 
“Hng-” It’s adorable really- watching him struggle to keep his cool demeanor up. 
Your mouth remains latched to his nipple, hand wandering down his arm, pausing at his wrist. Even with your soft grip around it has tension rushing through his muscles. Pulling his wrist a bit, you feel slight resistance before he allows you to drag his hand towards your face. Still hovering over his chest, you place a soft kiss on the dark scar that resembles a bracelet. 
“You’re beautiful,” you sit up to straddle him once again, while hoisting his other wrist to your lips. “So beautiful it’s nearly scary.”
He’s breathless as he lays back and watches you plant kiss after kiss along his scars. 
The grinding of your hips against his catches him by surprise. 
“Oh!” The half vampire gasps, mouth opening revealing two razor sharp fangs. 
His hands are led down your neck, past your chest, landing on your hips. Hot friction burns between your arousal and his, successfully leaving a wet spot on his pants. 
“Please let me show you how badly I need you…” your voice loses any confidence, taking on a breathy, whiny tone. 
Your eyes lock, his half lidded golden orbs staring at you with a near predatory gaze. One hand drops from your hip and slides between your legs.
“Ah! Adrian-” Your cries only make his fingers move more, direct contact making your thighs clench. 
Moving up a bit, unconsciously giving his long, attentive, fingers better access. His fingers are slightly sticky with your arousal, taking said juices and rubbing it around your hole. 
“This- mmm… I wanna be in c-control!” As angry as you try to sound, you can’t help the noises leaving you, screwing your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure. 
“You want me to stop?” He questions, his fingertip pushes into your eager cunt, giving only a hint of relief before pulling out. “Fine.”
The whimper that leaves you has him growing hard- well, harder. 
“Please…more.”
There’s no time to try and deny your body's needs, not when he allows his finger to push into you, all the way in. Thrusting the finger slowly, the sounds of wetness get louder. He pulls them out completely, only for two to push back in. 
“Y-yes- need more…” Your hips move on their own, fucking yourself on his fingers. 
He doesn’t press another in though, instead keeps his eyes locked on the place where you wrap tightly around his fingers. Even the slightest crook of his finger inside of you has you toppling over, bare chests rubbing each other. At this awkward angle you can’t really fuck yourself onto him, leaving you at the mercy of his slow and shallow fingerfucking. 
That need for release grows as his long fingers strike sparks against your inner walls. The sounds coming from your lower half would be embarrassing if you weren’t going mad with unholy needs. 
“I can’t come like this, p-please…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can’t walk. Okay, my love?”
My love. A title too romantic for your intimate relationship, words failing you.
Your lack of response is substituted by your tightness clenching around his digits, making his chest rumble with an evil chuckle. 
“Good girl.”
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romanestuffsposts · 6 months
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stucky x reader and maybe they go too far with the punishment?
Hi there love!
Thank you for your request and I'm sorry you had to wait! I hope it wasn't too long :(
I hope you like how I wrote your ask! <3
Enjoy <33
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Warnings : afterward a hard punishment, scared little reader, cries, pain, apologise, after care, mention and reaction of DARK punishment!,
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Redaer
Summary : When emotions are too big, reactions are too...
A/N : There's no mention on to what they've done to go too far, i let you imagine what you need to imagine. I also want to say that I absolutely don't agree with people hitting others as punishment or for power. I just write what we asked me and I know i shouldn't explain myself but I want to so you can understand. I don't support that.
It's just that sometimes, some people need and are looking for bigger comfort. I'm parts of those people sometimes so I know it can be the kind of comfort people are looking for. Please respect that and do not send hate. I know it's a sensitive subject for some so if you're not comfortable then don't read it. I'm not here to hurt you more than you can already be. I'm here to help you having some minutes of escape!
Please take care of you!
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They didn't noticed ?
They didn't noticed they were harder than they should've been ?
They didn't noticed your cries and screams were different ? That they were full of fear and pain more than it should've been ?
They didn't noticed your skin afterward ?
How could they not ?
If they really cared about your well being, they would've noticed, they wouldn't have react that way with you, they would've stopped it before it was too late
But it is too late...
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"dinner is ready" your Daddy screams from downstairs making you flinch. You didn't realised you had been curling under the cover, crying your eyes out for so long.
You pull the cover away from you and slowly sit up, wincing at the thought of what had happened. You try to be quick as you make your way down the stairs, you don't want to make them angrier than they were this morning, but with the pain of this feeling, you quickly feel the tears coming back.
When you enter the dining room, you see your Daddy sitting on the table, his back toward you. You swallow and walk to your seat. You don't make eye contact as you sit and wait for your Papa, you can feel his eyes on you but you don't dare to look at him.
You flinch a little when your Papa puts the pan in the middle of the table and takes your plate. You notice that he made your favorite meal and you wonder if it's because of what happened this morning or if it was planned that way since the beginning of the week.
However, you don't ask questions. You keep your head low, giving him quiet thank you as he serves you.
You had no desire to eat anything right now and even less while being near them but you force yourself, scared to be punish again if you disrespect your Papa like that.
You don't speak or make a noise as you eat your meal but you do open your ears to listen to what your Daddies are saying. You were hoping to hear an apologie or something that could make you feel better but you only hear them talking about their day or week. They talk about work and things they saw or did.
It hurts you when you realise that they act like nothing had happened. Not as if you weren't there because your Papa makes sure to refill your glass of water once this one is empty but the fact that they can think that you're strong enough to rebuild yourself without their help is scaring you.
Should you be able to do that ?
Should you be able to not want them right now ? To not wanting to be in their arms and under their sweet words ? Are you weird or dumb because you need them even tho it's them who put you in that need ?
During the evening, you make sure to stay away from your Daddies as far as you can as you all watch a movie. You were curled up against the armrest and try to be as discreet as you can.
Earlier you wanted to be near them but were scared to ask for comfort but now you just want to make them realise how bad what they did was.
When the movie came to an end, you don't ask your daddies to carry you upstairs like you usually do or pretend to be asleep so they would take you in their arms. You ran upstairs and closed the door shut, climbed in your bed and slide under the cover.
You couldn't help but let the tears falling down your cheeks as you think about what you did. You never thought that you would run away from your Daddies one day. It sad you so much that you even did that in the first place.
You shouldn't feel that way but somehow you do.
You hear a gentle knock on your door before hearing it being open slowly. A head peers inside the room and if you would look toward the door you would see your Papa's handsome face gazing around, trying to find you.
"Baby ?" he gently asks. You slowly sit up and peer up at him as he and your Daddy walks inside your room.
"can we talk ?" your Daddy asks, after closing the room. This small movement caused your eyes to wide. They closed the door this morning.
"Otay but open the door, pease" You quietly say. He quickly nods and open the door "yea okay, whatever you want, babydoll" he said sincerely, his face showing panic for a second.
"is it okay if we sit on your bed ?" your Papa asks. You look at the edge of your bed and then at them, it's only when you meet their gaze that you give them a small nod.
They carefully walk to your bed and sit on it "listen, about this morning," your Papa starts "we know you did something wrong but that didn't meant you deserve what we put you through. We went too far and we didn't realised on the moment"
"we're very sorry we put you through that and we're sorry about the feelings it made you feel. We know you were upset and scared during the day and that's not how you're suppose to be around us. We're suppose to make you feel safe, not the other way around" your Daddy says with pain in his eyes
You look down at your fingers, too shy to look at them in the eyes while they confess "I do feel safe wis you" you murmur, half hoping they heard it and half hoping they hadn't.
Steve's eyes soften at your words as Bucky closed them, feeling too much at the moment. He takes deep breath to calm his sadness.
"you really do?" your Papa asks. He watches you nodding your head "you still do right now ?" he asks, wanting to know if he lost you forever or not.
You take some times which bring fear in your Daddies's chest but end up nodding your head again. "oh baby" Bucky breathes out. All his fear and all his stress getting out as your words come in.
He never wanted to hurt you, phisically or mentally. He and Steve always make sure to keep you safe from the mean world, to keep you happy. They always make sure to be hard enough for you to understand but not too much so you wouldn't be hurt or traumatized.
But today they failed it..
"was scared you didn' lote me anym-more" you add, mumbling. The real fear came in when you saw how they were distant and kinda ignoring you during the day. You couldn't stand it, it was worst than what happened this morning.
"sweetie we will never not love you" Steve exclams, coming closer to where you are sitting "that's literally impossible" he chuckles "you're the most loved baby in the world and it's impossible for us to not love you. You're our world"
"we can't imagine a morning without you snuggling against us to wake us up. Or we can't live happily if we don't hear your laughters when you're playing upstairs. We can't imagine our fridge empty of your drawing or your little songs you sing in the bath" Bucky says with a sincere voice. You look up at him with tears in your eyes.
"We can't breath if you don't ask us a hundred time to make you cookie for the week" Steve goes on
"We can't imagine not being greet by the sound of your little feet steping down the stairs after your nap" Bucky tickles your little foot making you laugh
"we can't imagine having a day without hearing this beautiful sound coming out of your mouth" he gently says as his fingers are brought to your face to gently caressing your cheek. You close your eyes and melt in his touch.
"we can't imagine a day without being able to help you when you need us. Or seeing you scared because of us. You are our air so we can breath, you are our button to switch on a happy mood whenever you're around. You are our sun because of how much you shine up our world. You are our life and we will never let you down and not love you"
You sob your tears who's fighting to come out. You feel arms being wrap around you and you soon feel someone rocking you "let it go, babydoll. We're here to hold you, you'll never fall under our watch"
You cry on his shoulder as all the feeling you accumulate during the day explode our of your body. You didn't felt the needed to cry until you saw how much they care about you and how much they would never hurt you on purpose.
What happened this morning shouldn't have happened. They're never mean to you like that and you're sure it wasn't even them. It was a side of them who never came out since this morning and you're sure they will fight with their lifes to keep that side hidden so it would never come out again.
They'll protect you against that and you'll protect them from themselves if needed. They're here for you and you're here for them.
"we love you so so much, princess" Steve says, closing his lips on your cheek. He gently wipes your tears away as you're now completly slumped in your Daddy's arms.
"where do you wanna sleep tonight ?" Your Daddy asks as his hands stroke your back from under your shirt. His warm hands sending you butterflies all around your body.
"you" you sniff a sob.
"then you'll sleep with us" Steve confirms before standing up from the bed. Bucky is careful when he stands up, he doesn't want to disturb you.
When you are in their room, Steve wipes your nose clean and slide a wet towel on your messy face so you could feel fresh up for your sleep. All the while in your Daddy's arms.
He kept his gentle touch light on your back and couldn't stop dropping kisses on your head and shoulders. He just want to make you feel good and safe again. He knows how much you love attention, how much you always crave for their kisses or their hands on you so he will never stop until your mind is at peace in dreamland.
"all done" Steve smiles before kissing the tip of your nose. You scrunch your little nose after his kiss making him and Bucky laugh. You really are the cutest little one in the world.
Bucky lies down on the bed as you're still against his chest and Steve doesn't lose a time at following the movement. He scoops closer to you both once he's under the cover.
You rest your head against Bucky's chest, hearing his heart pouding under your head. The rest of your body is fully on top of his like a beautiful blanket and your legs are resting between his.
But you have a feeling of lack.
Reaching over, you extend your hand in the dark room hoping to find what you need. You relax again once you feel your Papa grabbing your hand and gently stroking his thumb over your sweet and delicate skin
"sweet dreams, beautiful"
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kpop---scenarios · 7 months
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Pairing: Wolf! Baekhyun x Y/N
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language, Violence, Crime etc.
A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!
"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s. 
Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks. 
Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions. 
"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided. 
"Thank you." You smile. 
"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you. 
"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling. 
The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.
You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again. 
**
Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party. 
"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying." 
"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle. 
"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks. 
Ouch. 
“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?" 
"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs. 
As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move. 
You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor. 
The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong. 
The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces. 
You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening. 
The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it. 
Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about. 
Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.
But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.  
**
Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.
The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup. 
Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him. 
"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance. 
"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous. 
"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. 
 "That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you. 
“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa. 
“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers. 
"Why did you start whispering?" You asked. 
She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.  
Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body. 
Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you. 
"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred. 
"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun." 
"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours. 
The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.
After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you. 
You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.
You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again. 
You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real. 
The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again. 
He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face. 
He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said. 
“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. 
He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you. 
“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.
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Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him? 
You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.
After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge. 
You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it. 
Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open. 
“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.
You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her. 
“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.  
You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door. 
“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice. 
You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good. 
“You wanted to see me?” you ask. 
“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you. 
“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands. 
“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face. 
“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.” 
“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit. 
“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”  
“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before. 
“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 
“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles. 
“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off. 
“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun,  wrapping her arm around him. 
“I’m his fiancee.” 
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sanjisluvbot · 9 months
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Isekai Yandere Strawhats X Black Fem Reader 15
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Warning: Sanji is a little ooc
There were too many obstacles for you to overcome, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The two captains were face to face waiting to see who would make the first move. Cocky smirks and the pressure in the room intensified by now even momonosuke was scared to make a move.
You struggled to make a decision. Would it be better if they argued right now? No, you couldn’t mess up their alliance. Both the captains and their crews were informed how important of a milestone Wano would be, the fact that solely you could be the reason this turned sour irritated you. You put your nerves aside and broke free of Zoro’s hold splitting the two captains up by their shoulder.
“ We have bigger fish to fry, let’s stop with the nonsense please.”
They looked to you, then to each other, a silent agreement that this would be dealt with later on. Things were calm as the two crews discussed plans, plans that Luffy would fumble once again but as upset Law was he knew everything would be alright.
He was secretly so thankful you ended up in this world. He’s been think that for a while now, you gave him so much insight so quickly, it would’ve taken him so much more time to find certain things out. So many other plans and worries would’ve invaded his thoughts if you weren’t around. He was upset knowing Luffy would of course be the one to alert Kaido of their presence but they would come out victorious either way.
You decided that today would be a good day to spend time with the Strawhats, you knew they were hit on your tail when it came to Law. You were going to spend time with Sanji today, you did want to try his Ramen after all.
You helped Sanji set up and garner the attention of the women walking down the street. And when you both were taking a break he’d given you a hefty bowl and sat down watching you with a small smile.
“ Don’t watch me eat.”
“ But I think you’re beautiful when you eat.”
“ You think every women within a five mile radius is beautiful Sanji.”
“ That’s true but I think you look especially beautiful right now.”
Your eyebrow quirked up when he moved closer to you. He was leaning his elbow on his knee and just staring at you. “ Do you really need to watch me?” He nodded and took a cigarette out and handed you his gold lighter.
“ Why are you so flirty today?”
He shrugged his shoulders and patiently waited until you lit it for him. “ Y/N can we talk about something important?” You looked away to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. You knew what it was about, But Sanji was never really one to push you on this subject.
“ Yea sure.” You might as well indulge him today.
“ Do you think the crew is… well… evil?”
You almost choked on your noodles, what a surprise question. “ I don’t know how to reply to such a question San-”
“ That itself is an answer Y/N.”
“ How so?”
“ You’re afraid to say yes or anything similar… it’s because you think I’m going to tell Luffy or Robin.”
You looked away again, you couldn’t tell where he was trying to take this conversation or what he really wanted you to say.
“ Can I speak with you honestly?”
“ I guess.”
“ I know that you hate us… for the most part. I also know that you’ve been planning something with Law, well we all figured that out.”
“ I have no idea what you’re-”
“ We aren’t dumb Y/N.”
“ So… what are you gonna do about it? You don’t even know what it is me and Law are doing together besides dating.”
He chuckled at that, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it to the ground. “ Y/N when Luffy went to your world, to bring you back here, he saw everything in your room.” You put your bowl down, and your hands found their way to each other, and you began to fidget. Sanji quickly noticed and held a hand over them to stop, leaning even closer.
“ These little books you had on a shelf, One piece, he took them all, gave them to Robin. We know everything about Wano and how it plays out.”
“ Isn’t that.. you know… a good thing?”
He nodded and continued, “ You know the misconception in your world that Luffy isn’t as smart as the rest of his crew? How do you think he was able to get to your world? Better yet Y/N do you think he was the only one who entered your world?”
You gasped, that familiar fear sinking feeling entered your stomach. You’d never gave this too much thought, you were in survival mode. Of course you personally never thought Luffy was dumb, I mean of course he was silly but so was the rest of the crew at times but it was very clear even on paper Luffy was smart.
He pulled his hand away from yours, giving you some time to settle with the fact that the entire crew most likely was in your home, in your world, and knew a lot more about you then they let on.
“ I’m not trying to scare you. I understand that you want to go home and you’d do anything to get there. I know we have been unfair to you but, we care about you so much.”
“ You don’t drug people you care about.” You hissed.
“ That’s true. But what we did to keep you here doesn’t matter what matters is what I’m about to tell you about Law.”
“ What could you possibly tell me about Law.” You laughed.
“ Law hasn’t been completely honest with you either. You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth. When we were on the ship together Robin gave him the One piece books. You know he’s smart, he read them in just two days.”
“ He was with me the entire time, I mean if you’re going to try and lie make it believable I’m not dumb.”
“ But You’re not as smart as any of us.”
You cocked your hand back to smack him and he grabbed you with ease. “ Let go of me.” Tears welled up in your eyes, you didn’t want your trust in Law to waver, not after all you’d been through.
But there was just this slight feeling of unease, this feeling that Sanji was tell you the truth. But did that mean he was pretending? Did that mean he wasn’t going to really help you get home? You didn’t know what to do.
“ Why are you telling me this now? What’s the point? What do you want from me?”
“ I just want you to be safe, with us, your crew.”
“ I’m not a part of your crew! I only came here to take a break from my life and from test taking, instead you turned this into me having to escape from people I used to care about.”
Tears were threatening to fall, Sanji’s grip faltered and you snatched your hand from his and stepped away from him. He sighed and took out another cigarette lighting it himself.
“ Y/N-chan, isn’t it better to not have to worry about all those things. Don’t you enjoy the freedom you have in this world? Your world is miserable, that’s why people write fantasies about places like this, and you out of all people get to actually enjoy them… but you’re taking us for granted.”
“ I’m taking this for granted really? Do you hear yourself?”
“ No one else gets to travel and see the things you’ve seen, you could only see them in.. what was it called? Movies, yes movies. You get this chance and you spend it trying to get away from the crew you have collected books about and have posters and figures all around you little room.”
He stood up walking over to you, towering your over you narrowing his eyes as he continued to speak.
“ We took you in, made you one of us and as soon as we did that you wanted to go back to that shitty little life of yours. Luffy and his crew would never let their crew mate be taken… you know this so well Y/N- chan.”
“ I have a family in that world, I have responsibilities, and I have dreams that cannot be fulfilled here. This entire series is about freedom.. but for some fuckin reason I’m not allowed to have it.” You sobbed. The tears fell while he spoke and all you wanted to do was cower or run away.
You wanted to go back to Law, question him, and be told that Sanji was trying to manipulate you. This wasn’t even the Sanji you knew and loved, they were all such different people none of it made sense.
How could a crew that was so well put together, a crew that fought for the unfortunate and for freedom treat someone they claim to care about like they were an object that belonged to them. Sanji’s hand carefully made it’s way to your cheek, you flinched when he touched you to wipe away the tears that stained your skin.
He never wanted you to cry. That was never in his agenda, it was never in any of the crews either. They were overjoyed to have you onboard, you were a brand new light that illuminated their lives, no one else was like you for many reasons.
You were both on such different pages and no one could understand each other. The barrier that came between you was as thick as steel. The crew that was sailing through the grand line thought they gained a fun new crew member, and you thought god had cursed you and locked you in a prison cell for all eternity.
Sanji didn’t know where to go from here, should he tell you Law’s complete plan or should he continue trying to convince you to stay with them. All he really wanted was for you to stop crying, you were so pretty when you smiled.
In his eyes you were a goddess, when your hair was pulled into braids showing the world every inch of your face, every expression, every little mark big or small he couldn’t keep his eyes from you. Or when your hair was free and the curls surround your face giving you a youthful glow. When you were tanning with Nami and he got to see your figure and the way the sun made your skin glow, you were loved by the sun and there were times where he almost tripped over his own feet when your eyes met his.
His heart raced when he was around you and his heart broke hearing the crack in your voice and the tears steam from your eyes like little rivulets.
“ I’m sorry I made you cry Y/N… we can talk about something else if you want.”
“ I don’t feel like talking anymore. I need to find Law to put my heart at ease.”
“ Can I just tell you one more thing about Law before you go?”
“ Fine.” What else could he possibly say at this point that would make you feel any different.
“ When you were busy, or went to sleep, Law was with Robin, reading and studying your world. Robin had told him about when we visited and he knows everything about your world. He could’ve brought you back ages ago.”
At that last sentence you choked on air. Your head pounded and your eyes burned from more tears falling. You pushed Sanji away and ran into the first direction you could focus on.
Lies. He’s lying.
There is no way Law would keep the fact that he knew how to get you home, Not only that but the Strawhats themselves knew there was a way for you to go home and stay there and instead of telling you they told Law?
When you were far away enough, in the forest you stopped to breathe. This was another manipulation tactic. They wanted you away from Law so that you couldn’t get home and just stay trapped here forever.
“ I need to find Law.”
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lovelyjj · 4 months
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can I request ‘please, speak with me’ from the prompt list! Thankyouu
a/n: i got two requests for the same prompt so I decided to write two stories instead of one. sorry it’s so short.
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Hiding your feelings for JJ was becoming harder and harder. You were deeply in love with him and he couldn’t be more clueless. You’ve tried to tell him countless times but you always ended up failing. You would get distracted by his smile or he would change the subject and you’d get lost in his eyes.
You were at John Bs relaxing in the hammock when JJ came up to you.
“Can I join you?” he asked.
“Yeah of course,” you replied.
JJ got comfortable next you in the hammock and the proximity of you to made you flushed. JJ smelled so good, like teakwood and salt water. His skin was beautifully sun kissed.
“You smell good.”
JJ laughed. He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a squeeze. This action didn’t go unnoticed by you. It made you feel flustered and giddy. Your skin felt hot and you were soaking in his touch.
“I wanted to run something by you,” JJ started.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“I’m thinking of throwing a party in the boneyard, would you come?” JJ smiled.
“Of course I would.”
“Great, I’m excited.”
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The party was loud and huge. There were tons of people there when you arrived with Kiara. The first thing you decided to do was get a drink.
JJ was at the keg pouring people their drinks. You walked right up to him and asked for a drink. Of course he gave you one, he would do anything for you.
“I’m so happy you came!” JJ expressed.
“Happy to be here.”
“Drink up,” JJ smiled.
You sipped your beer and stood around JJ wondering what to do. You started talking with Kiara for a little bit. Meanwhile, JJ wondered off and started talking to some touron.
You were going to tell JJ something funny Kiara told you when you realized he was gone. He was talking to some girl and your heart sank. You tried to tell yourself maybe it’s strictly platonic. That it doesn’t mean anything, it could be completely harmless. Regardless you felt a pain in your chest and you hated seeing him with another girl.
You told Kiara you were gonna go because you couldn’t stand to see JJ with someone else. You just didn’t tell her why. You stormed off away from the party asking Sarah if she could take you home. Which she did.
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The next day JJ was at your front door. He felt like he did something wrong but he had no idea what it was. He also felt like he made you mad. Something Kiara mentioned to him that gave him the impression you were mad at him. That was never his intention.
JJ knocked on your front door, waiting for you to come out. You were peacefully asleep in your bed when you herd the knocking.
The door opened to reveal a messy haired y/n. JJ thought you looked breathtakingly beautiful.
“Hi Jayj, what brings you here?”
“Can we talk?” JJ scratched the back of his neck.
You stepped out and closed the door behind you. You sat in the chairs on your porch.
“What’s up?” You said casually, like JJ didn’t just crush your heart last night.
“I feel like your mad at me and I don’t know why. At the party you just disappeared,” JJ spoke with a serious expression.
You let out a sigh. You didn’t want to confront JJ. You felt embarrassed. You were embarrassed with how you felt and that you thought JJ could like you back.
“I don’t want to do this right now JJ,” you reached a hand to touch your forehead.
"Please, speak to me."
“I saw you with that girl at the party,” you looked down sheepishly.
“Oh that. She just wanted me to hook her up with John B. Right after I went looking for you.”
“Oh.” You felt so stupid.
“This is awkward.” You breathed.
“No it’s not, it’s ok you didn’t know.
“I feel so dumb.”
“Y/n. It’s ok.”
“I care about you a lot so that’s why I get so mad when I see you with other girls. It breaks my heart,” you confessed.
“Baby, I love you. I only ever had eyes for you,” JJ stated.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I love you too,” you put out.
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rorywritessmut · 6 months
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Commander Armin Arlert is ready to give up control!
Kinktober 2023: Tit fucking
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Commander Armin Arlert has been the object of your adoration from the start of your year in scouts, just after the war was over. You were young, just barely 18 but you were determined to win the older man’s heart. You worked hard to win what little attention he would give you. While he had kind eyes, he ruled the scouts with the fist of a well worn soldier.
That, that, was incredibly hot.
You knew you were attractive but the idea that your Commander thought you were hot too? Inconceivable. There was no way he saw you as more than just a little pest that bothered him a little too much. Plus, there were plenty of girls who liked Commander Arlert. His shiny blonde hair and wide blue eyes were subject to the talk of the ladies in the entire country.
Some people thought he was gay or asexual. He never went on dates and consumed himself in his work, dutiful as ever. However, most of that didn’t matter to you because you wanted Commander Arlert more than just carnally. You wanted to imagine a life with him.
Oftentimes, you would catch yourself dreaming about the children you would have. How they would take after him in personality and you in looks. You did wonder, however, if he wanted anybody in a sexual manner and which sex he liked. There was no denying that he was much more appealing than the other men your age. They didn’t exude the same confidence as Commander Arlert.
Little did you know you would find out he wasn’t the same confident man.
After hearing some of the other girls in your unit giggle and talk about seducing him, you took off with the idea. You would seduce the almighty Commander Armin Arlert. You just had to catch him in the right positions and do the right things to get him to pay attention to you. To see you in the primal ways everyone else saw him.
First, you started bending over in front of him as much as you could. You were careful to take the time to touch your toes when he was watching your unit spar. If you caught him in the mess hall while you were cooking, you would loudly drop something and slowly pick it up. That didn’t seem to be having an effect on him.
So, you started touching him on the shoulder or arm when you would talk to him. Just a gentle slide down the arm when you thought no one was looking. You could tell this was having an effect on him. Whether that was positive or not, you had no idea. He would stutter when he was talking or quickly move away from you with a blush. You smiled quite eagerly at these reactions. Of course, you giggled at anything he said and made sure to stare up at him even though you weren’t too much shorter. You caught him blushing a few times. You thought you were being discreet but somebody noticed your little seduction methods.
“You're not going to get anywhere.” Jean sneered at you one day after giggling and making the Commander blush. “This job means more to Armin than some floozy.”
“Some floozy?” You questioned.
“The dumb trick doesn’t work on me, Armin might think you’re cute but I think you should be kicked out.” Jean is spitting venom at you. You narrow your eyes and shoulder check him on the way by.
“Leave me alone, Kirstein.” You can spit back.
“Plus, he’s more of a tit man.”
That strikes a cord in you. Of course he wasn’t an ass man, you needed to shift how you went about flirting with him. Bending over wasn’t going to work on him but how were youg going to show him your breasts in your uniform? Maybe if you unbuttoned a few when you had a chance to get him alone.
Well, the opportunity fell into your lap. Another one of your squad members comes by ti tell you the Commander wants to speak with you in his office. You get a feeling in the pit of your stomach, equal parts scared and aroused. You dismiss your peer and look into a mirror. You shift your breasts around a little and unbutton the top buttons so you are of full display. You practically skip to the Commanders office.
“Soldier.” The Commander stands and salutes you.
“Commander Arlert.” You salute him back and stand at attention.
“At ease, soldier.”
“Thank you, sir.” You look him in the eyes and you notice there is already a blush there. He noticed your tits.
“Soldier, we need to talk about your behavior.” His voice sounds higher than usual. You saunter over to him and place your hands on his desk. You lean forwards so the top of your breasts are on full display.
“My behavior?” You fake innocence.
“Soldier-” He’s blushing deeper and pulling at his coller. You didn’t think it would be this easy to break the Commander.
“Commander Arlert, I think we both know you’re harder than a rock under that desk of yours.” Your words come out smoother than you expected.
“Excuse me?!” He stutters but makes no movement to deny that he was indeed harder than a rock.
“Let me help you, Commander.” You start moving around his desk. Armin quickly moves and sputters at your bold actions. “Aww, what happened to the mighty Commander Armin Arlert who leads us with an iron fist?”
“Don’t.” Armin warns you. You sit down in his chair and place your hand under your chin, looking at him sweetly.
“Or what, Commander?” You use your free hand to unbutton more of your shirt. You’ve been told you have nice sized tits before, you just hope they’re enough for Armin. His eyes break from their contact with yours and wander down to your tits. “Like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“What was that, sweetheart?” You suck on your lip. You really didn’t think you’d get this far with him.
“Yes ma’am.” His voice is barely above a whisper but something about Armin calling you ma’am has your pussy dripping.
“Say it again,” you command,”say it louder.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Fuck, Armin.” You whine at this and rub your legs together. You needed some kind of relief or you were going to go crazy! You get up and walk closer to him, Armin falls to the floor. You get on your knees and strip off your gear and unbutton the rest of your shirt.
“We should stop.” His voice sounds like a sad attempt to be the Commander everyone thinks he is. You know better now.
“Tsk, tsk, Armin. I know you’re just a desperate little boy looking for some kind of release.” You tease and start crawling towards huim. He crawls away from you until his back is against the wall. Shirtless, you’re moving with him until your chests are pushed together.
“Soldier.” He lets out a breath, his pupils blown wide. You deliver a slap to his cheek.
“In this setting you will call me ma’am or Madam” You pur and kiss the cheek you slapped. “If you consent” you whisper in his ear.
“Yes, ma’am” He swallows his spit and now you’ve got him right where you want him.
“Good boy.” You coo. You take one last look at his baby blues before you dive to his lips and begin kissing him.
Armin is hesitant but he allows your tongue entrance when your ask for it. You run your fingers lightly across his shoulders before unbuttoning his shirt. Armin takes a little control and pulls your hips to meet his. You really should punish him for this but the relief you feel when you grind against his life melts your mind.
You take Armin’s hands and press them against your chest, wordlessly begging him to touch you there. He obliges and begins tweaking your nipples between his fingers. You moan into his mouth and grind into him harder, earning a gasp from the Commander. Breaking the kiss, you earn another whine from Armin. You quirk an eyebrow at him.
“What was that, sweetheart?”
“More.” He begs, practically panting like a bitch in heat.
“Use your words, baby.” You grind into his cock and he howls from the friction.
“Please, ma’am, let me fuck your tits.” Armin’s eyes are closed as he thrusts up into you hoping you’ll provide him with some relief. You’re caught off guard by the request, though. Fuck your breasts?? Nobody has asked that of you yet.
“You wanna come all over my pretty tits?” You lean away from Armin so your tits on full display for him to see. You snicker at this blown out look, staring right at your chest.
“Yes ma’am, please let me tit fuck you.”
So, you nod your head and let Armin take control of your body. He motions of you to lie on your elbows, chest facing the ceiling. He stands up and quickly removes his clothing and you’re taken aback at the size of his dick. You’re sure he’s going to hit your chin from the angle he’s taking. Armin straddles your sternum and asks you to push your breasts together. You do as he pleads and watch as he inserts himself between your tits.
“Fuck” You both moan at the feeling.
His dick is silky against your skin and you roll your eyes back. Armin reaches down and plays with your nipples as he thrusts into your tits. You beg for him to pick up the pace and he quickly snaps his hips against you. Despite holding your tits together you’re mesmerized by the way they bounce in tandem with Armin’s thrusts. Looking up at Armin, he’s gaazing down at you with his lip between his teeth. You can tell he’s trying to hold back all the sounds he wants to make as he fucks you.
“Armin,” You pant, “Come for me, baby”
Armin lets out high pitched whine and throws his head back. His movements become jerky and uncontrolled. He closes his eyes and mutters your name over and over again until he finally stills and lets himself come
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gachawolfiebloom · 18 days
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Your Pursuit of Perfection
Story and Artwork By: @GachaWolfieBloom
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Chapter 5: The Return of I̵̤̫͘ǹ̷͇̇s̸͈̦͗̆ȁ̵̟̉ñ̷͔̰ḯ̶̲͇̅ṫ̵̝͗y̴̺̠͆̀
Summary: A few months after the events of WOTFI 2023, SMG4 starts having really bad dreams about the "Its gotta be perfect" incident. One night however, his fear allows the nightmares to break through and he gets taken to a horrific dimension. He finally meets the tv adware, who manipulates him into returning to his insane ways, intent on claiming much more than the perfect video. Now it's up to his friends to stop this madness and save SMG4. Can they do it in time or will they lose SMG4 forever? (In case you are unaware this is a sequel to the its gotta be perfect movie)
Tags: angst, its gotta be perfect, love confession, luigi, mario, meggy, melony, nightmares, scary, smg3, smg4, smg34, smg3 x smg4, tari, tv adware
"HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEBODY!! ANYBODY!!!" Four kept calling out, but nobody came. After screaming for a few minutes, his voice became hoarse so he observed the surroundings instead. "Where am I...?" It was dark and clammy so he couldn't make out exactly where he was. All he could see around him was a floor made of goop and eyeballs. It seemed to be the same goop that had overtaken Peach's castle back at the "perfect" incident. As that ghastly image struck in his mind once again, he felt a sharp pain in his head.
"Why won't these bad memories go away?" He wanted to forget it. For everyone to forget it. Even if they had forgiven him, nobody would forget. He tried to stand up, but something pulled him back down. Two tentacles with claws were gripping tightly on his arms, keeping him pinned to the ground. "What!? What's going on? If this is a joke it isn't funny!" Suddenly he heard a faint whooshing sound. "W-w-who's t-t-there? S-s-show y-y-yourself!"
As soon as he said that, the whooshing got faster and louder. "Come on Four be brave." he thought to himself. In a struck of dumb confidence, he shouted out "Really? That's the best you got!" The figure was not intimidated as the whooshing started coming from multiple directions. Four's courage started to wear off as his fear slowly came back. "I'll admit that was kind of creepy..." he said in a shaky voice. The whooshing finally stopped, but only because the figure was now stepping out into the light. "Okay that's definitely a step up." Four finally was face to face with the guy who brought him here. The guy behind all his nightmares. The guy who gave him the keyboard...
The TV Adware stood in front of him with a smirking grin as he felt quite pleased with his entrance. "Good show TV guy." Four said as he tried backing up. The Adware crept closer, approaching Four. All he could think now was "What does he want with me?" Something far greater that Four didn't know about was what he wanted.
The crew were grabbing supplies and planning to making their way back to the forest. Eggdog ran up to Three and rubbed his leg as if he was begging him not to go. As much as he didn't like to see Eggdog upset, he couldn't subject his beloved pup to the horrors he and his friends were going to face. He crouched down to pet his adorable dog and said "Sorry buddy, but you have to stay here."
Beeg raced up to him as well, making a bunch of "Eugh" noises. He seemed very worried for his father. "You have to stay here too Beeg. I called Karen and she said she'll take care of you guys while were gone." He gave a kiss to both of them and went off to join the others.
They all got to a spot deep within the forest and when they stopped, Three said "This is where I last saw Four before he and that weird fog disappeared." One and Two examined the ground and faced the others. "I think there is still trace of him which we can use to find the opening." They joined hands and used their meme powers to lead them to a thin spot that could be opened. Once they found it, they used their energy again to this time, split the ground apart into a giant chasm.
"We're supposed to jump down there?" Meggy asked. "I don't really like that idea." Tari said as she hid behind Meggy. "WE NEED A TEST SUBJECT! ANY VOLUNTEERS!? asked Bob. He scanned the group, but when nobody volunteered he decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed Boopkins and threw him into the hole. "SO LONG GAY BOOPKINS!!!" He watched as the fish fell further and further down into the darkness. He kept waiting for the sound of him hitting the bottom.
Three just rolled his eyes and said "Lucky for all of you, I brought rope." Thankfully, the rope was just long enough to make it to the bottom. They figured that out when a crashing sound could be heard at the bottom of the chasm. "BRO ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Bob heard a barely audible groan and turned back to the others. "YEAH HE'S FINE." As Three threw the rope down, Smg1 said "Remember the TV Adware will use all his powers to scare you. He can unravel your greatest fears."
Mario felt confident as he struck back "Mario isn't afraid of anything! As long as he gets Smg4 back everything will be okey dokey!" As they all climbed down the rope, Meggy waved back to Chris and Swag. "Good luck! Please protect the Showgrounds." Chris nodded and Swag said with a wavering hand "DON'T WORRY SQUID GIRL. IF ANYTHING CROSSES SWAG IT WILL BE BOOM BOOM MCDOOM TIME!" 
Meggy didn't feel entirely confident with leaving them in charge, but there was no time to waste. She got onto the rope and carefully climbed down with the rest of her friends. Mario was bouncing along on the rope, swinging it back and forth. "Oi! Quit it fatso!" Meggy shared similar feelings to Three as she tried to stop Mario as well. "Stop it Mario! You might end up hurting someone!"
Mario tried to reassure her by saying "Relax Meggy. Mario knows what he is doing. He's not going to hurt anyone and it's not like-" Before he could finish that sentence, the rope snapped. They all came tumbling down until Meggy spotted a ledge. She grabbed it and held onto her friends for dear life as they had all grabbed onto each other. Her hand was slipping, slowly losing grasp. Just when it seemed like they were goners, Smg1 and Smg2 used their powers to save them.
Once everyone made it safely to the bottom, Meggy asked "Is everyone alright?" Three spitted out in a fit of rage "NO! MARIO ALMOST KILLED US!!!" He expected Four to say a follow up of something like "Well what did you expect?" but the man wasn't with them this time. It made Three feel remorse again. Just then Boopkins came up to them like nothing had happened. "There you guys are!"
Smg1 looked into the dark abyss of the Nightmare Realm and said "We must hurry. They'll know we're here." The others looked upon them as Meggy asked "Who is 'they' exactly?"
"The TV Adware needs servants to help him. The inhabitants of this world became his victims and were turned into disgusting creatures that guard and protect him." Tari gasped and said with an innocent heart "How could he do that to those poor sweet things?" One and Two sighed. "They aren't sweet anymore..."
~Meanwhile in another part of the realm~
The TV Adware finally broke the terrifying silence between them with an intriguing voice. "Listen here. I have made one thing perfectly clear." Four interrupted him with a sense of panic. "Clear? What that you have been terrorizing me and my friends! JUST LET ME GO!!!" His breathing got steady as he remember what the TV Adware did to him when they first met. "You corrupted me and destroyed my home!"
The mysterious TV man raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. "Oh I know that. All you ever wanted was for things to be perfect... And I do need help from a powerful being such as yourself so how about we make a deal."
He inched closer to Four and put his hands together as a little gesture. "Without you, my entire existence is useless. Your energy could save me." Four looked confused and blinked. "My...energy?" He pointed to Four's hands and said "Your meme guardian powers of course! Did you really think that I didn't know about that." Four felt a chill go up his spine as he pulled his hands away and retorted "No! My friends need me!" Don't fall for his tricks Four. That's where you went wrong last time.
The TV Adware was cunning. He wasn't going to give up that easily. He always knew what to say to persuade his victims. He tapped his chin in thought and said "Do they? Or will they reject you if you come crawling back to them? Maybe replace you with someone they can trust?" H-how did he-
The TV Adware was reminiscing the awful nightmare Four had earlier. His face was horrified as he he remembered that image of his friends walking off, leaving him in the dark. His heart started to beat faster and tears started to form in his eyes. Speaking with a lump in his throat, he said "B-b-but... they w-w-wouldn't forget me. Would they?"
The tentacles slowly let go of him as the TV Adware watched his insufferable pain. "Stay with me and your talents would never be taken for granted. You would never be forgotten." The Adware stuck out his hand, waiting for Four to take his deal. "Never?" Four couldn't take the nightmares or memories any longer. "I just wanted it to be perfect..." He slowly took hold of the TV Adware's hand as darkness started to come up behind him. Four gasped as the darkness grabbed him before he could even react. It engulfed his body as he could feel his skin cracking and losing control of his mind.
The TV Adware watched this with an evil grin. "And you will help me more than you ever dreamed..." Four closed his eyes whispering "More than I ever dreamed..." That was the last thing he remembered. As his eyes shot open, they were now a glowing pink color and his pupils were shrunk.
Its gotta be perfect...
Chapter 6: It's All Your Fault
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cherry-cola-on-ice · 2 years
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Candy Canes
18+ ( back on that horny shit) if it's like this it's a memory Female pronouns and genitals used, so forewarning !
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The candy left a trail of sticky, wet, red liquid against the skin of your breast. Your body shook watching the man above, his eyes glowing in delight. Billy was muttering nonsensical words under his breath.
The only words that you could understand was "Mine...Pretty Piggy."
You whimpered as the candy cane met your shaking thighs, dangerously close to your mound. Billy whimpered back, rather he was genuine or mocking you, your brain was too muddled to decide.
Billy Lenz, the moaner, the man who had been living in the dorms attic. Honestly, you had thought the calls were a dumb frat house prank. You wouldn't have put it past some of the guys to think it'd be hysterical.
Of course, you hadn't been around for awhile and had recently been subjected to the moaner's calls. It had only been a few months since your first interaction with the man on the phone.
RING! RING!
You glanced over to the phone and nervously stood up to answer it. You already knew who was on the other end, the other girls had warned you.
The moaner. You were bombarded with stories about the man when you walked in the door, having been a vacation. Claire was appalled by his words, Jess just looked tired. And Barb being Barb, she instigated the moaner sometimes.
Speaking of Barb "C'mon, Y/n. It's a right of passage."
You rolled your eyes and picked up the receiver "Look, sir, I don't know who you are and why you chose us, but-"
"Ah~ Pretty new piggy! I-is it juicy, piggy? Is it soft? Let me lick it, p-please? "
Your eyes widened "Sir, p-please-"
A sinful moan flooded your ear and, if you were honest, it went straight to your core. The man stuttered "It's s-so soft, isn't it? S-soft and w-warm. Soft p-piggy c-cunt!"
Your cheeks warmed and before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper came out of your mouth. Luckily Barb hadn't heard you.
But unfortunately, he did.
The line went silent, before the moaner hung up completely. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Barb came out of the kitchen, raising her eyebrow "That the moaner? Creepy little perv, ain't he?"
Billy's tongue against your thighs broke you from your memories. He looked up at you, his grin wide "Y-you want me to lick it? You always did, right? "
His tounge dragged closer to your lower lips "Billy wants it. Billy craves it."
You threaded your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands "Don't tease me, Billy. "
Billy whimpered against your skin, his hips rocking against the bed "Billy wants you. Pretty P-piggy. Pretty Y/n."
His tongue darted out, making brief contact with your slit. Your hips bucked up, craving more already. Billy laughed "Dirty girl. Messy girl. Dirty Y/n with her messy little cunt. My messy little cunt. "
Without out warning, Billy's mouth latched around your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub. You whimpered, pulling his face closer to you. Billy let go of the throbbing nub, instead traveling down.
His own thrusts against the mattress matched the ones his tongue did as it went in and out of your hole.
He slipped a finger in your pussy, his tongue coming back up to your clit. His eyes watery, he looked back up at you " Y/n, so pretty. You taste good, like candy. Candy canes. "
Fingers still pumping inside you, he pushed himself up, licking the trail his candy left earlier. He curled his fingers up, hitting the spongey spot inside of you. Your hand shook as it grasped his wrist "Oh, f-fuck! Billy, please don't stop. Don't stop!"
Billy increased the speed of his fingers "P-Please, piggy. Give it to me. Come on my hand. Messy c-cunt. Billy's cunt. Gonna slup, slup your cum. Pretty piggy."
He lowered his head, bringing a nipple into his mouth. You saw stars, a blinding white light. Your thighs trembled and your heart hammered in your chest.
"B-Billy~ Oh my fuuuuu-ck."
He released your nipple with a pop, going down even further. His lips closed around your clit again, before meeting his fingers. Frantically, he began humping the mattress again.
A coil within you snapped and you came hard against his face. Billy giggled, fingers still moving inside of your pussy, clenching around his fingers. Billy scooped up some of your juices with his tongue, groaning "Pretty Y/N. Always t-taste so good!"
He removed his fingers from your pussy, watching in amazement as his hand came up soaked. In your euphoric lust muddled haze, you could make out a large wet spot on the crotch of Billy's pants. You shakily sighed "B-billy, I would've helped you. "
Billy looked down and looked a little ashamed "Billy didn't mean to. Billy- uh I like it when you come..."
You gave him a smile, pulling his face up to meet you. Your lips peppered kisses over his warm skin, relishing in his pleased sighs. Billy layed down next to you and you sat in a satisfied silence. You loved Billy, the good and bad.
But you would be lying if you said you didn't love his moments of clarity.
"Pretty p-piggy. Billy wants to f-fuck. Fuck your ass. Soft piggy ass."
And he's back.
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allycat75 · 2 months
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I don't know why, but I still hope there is time for you, Boston Dumb Fuck. I hope you deserve the consideration and kindness still offered you.
Despite what you may think, I am actually rooting for you. I think you got tangled up in something nefarious that was bigger than you thought and didn't have the proper people around you or the coping skills to get you out. But the decisions and their ensuing consequences are still your own, so let me remind you why I am here and why I will continue to push you (not that I think you are reading my posts. I am just screaming into a void):
You roped us all into this by trying to convince us you are happy in a relationship when it is obvious to almost anyone you don't like her. You maybe thought you were helping the cause by doing a bad job, but that act to save yourself came crashing down on your observant fans, hard. Because when we pointed out the many obvious inconsistencies, we were branded as crazy and jealous. Then there is the gaslighting with changing timelines, photoshopped pictures, sightings and non-sightings, poorly acted jump scares and general mindfuckery. You can't now un-invite us to the party because you don't like what we are saying about the ambiance, like a spoiled brat at her Sweet Sixteen celebration. We will defend ourselves from lies and manipulation and not accept the labels of "unhinged", "bully", "crusty old hag", "mentally unstable" or "delulu" (among others)
She is an awful person and by tying yourself to her like this you implicitly approve of her racism, antisemitism, fatshaming, arrogance, clout-chasing and entitlement, forever. That hypocrisy cannot go unnoticed considering your former stances on these subjects and your role as the face of ASP. The site may be useless and bland on its own, but politics is full of people talking out of both sides of their mouths, and you have made the platform potentially polarizing at a time when we need serious, clear discussions with no distractions
The fact that you look absolutely miserable and discuss your life as if it is not your own is more than a little unnerving. This is in no way to shame you, but rather out of a genuine concern for your safety and why you did this to yourself when you had every opportunity provided (hence, the "Dumb Fuck"). You have talent, but are wasting it on brain-dead pap because you seem afraid of depth and unearthing something blocked deep within your psyche
Show how your behavior parallels the issues of the world at large and how we accept things we shouldn't. We have kept quiet about unchecked privlege, intent vs. impact, performative activism, being child-like vs. childish, ageism, greed, mental illness and wellness, the power and weaponry of sexuality, toxic masculinity and misogyny, generational wealth, integrity, alternative facts and emotional truths, misinformation and disinformation, value placed on hard work, attributes of healthy relationships, preciousness of time, and the effects we have on our fellow mortals, all of which has got us to now, on the brink of societal destruction. And we see this epitomized in the microcosm of your shitshow
And I don't care if this is just how it is done in Hollywood. It shouldn't be- it's dumb, dangerous, unethical and doesn't work. Movies used to not have sound and Harvey the Hutt used to be a free and powerful man. Things evolve!
So please do better and until you do, I will be supporting you and calling you out on your shit. It's called tough love, and it may not be for everyone, but it is the tactic I am using for now. Anyone who disagrees has every right to block and/or ignore me. The only one I wish to debate any of this with is the BDF himself, and he ain't listening.
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haru-natsuka · 1 year
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Complicated feelings (Ace Trappola x Reader)
Genre: Romance
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Ace is the source of your annoyance and happiness. A life with him was definitely an up and down...
There were many fishes in the sea and yet that particular annoying red hair student was the only one you managed to harbour complicated feelings to, unfortunately. He made the worst impression on you if we left the principal aside. He could raise your blood and somehow also had the power to keep it cool down with just a flick of his words. Ace was indeed an intelligent being in playing with one person's heart. It was complicated about your feelings for Ace as you were mad but could not stay that mad with him
There was a time when you just wanted to slap him and yet you found yourself engulf in his warm arms while he combed your hair to comfort you. Your hand lay lifelessly beside you. The way his harsh words and mischievous did not synchronise with each other as he silently worried about you in his way. Whenever you were in trouble, somehow, he appeared right by your side. He would always be the first one to reach for you. Before you knew it, tears were already at the corner of your eyes as you tried to stop giggling at how tsundere Ace could be around you. You bet no one could have the same talent as him who knew the power of words more than anyone else.
"Please stop crying. It's not like the world will end when you fail a test. It is your first time of learning after all. We should know our limit when we are just dumb"
"But you said only idiot can never score the test that as easy as that"
"You are different from everyone else here. We had learned the subject since childhood while you just started. Don't be too hard on yourself if it makes you feel worse and gain nothing later. You have plenty of time to study more before the last exam"
Your peaceful, teasing moment was interrupted by a ringtone of your phone which on the screen displayed the only Heartslabyul dorm leader, Riddle.
You lean closer on the crook of his neck for more comfort which Ace shyly continued patting your back. Not like he would admit the effect you had on him.
"Your ear is flushed, Ace"
"Are you having eye problem now"
"Do you come here illegally, Ace?"
"CRAP! I need to go back before losing my head again. See you later, Y/N"
He pecked on your lips for a short moment and dashed towards his dorm with his two legs. You loved it when Ace prioritised you more than his safety. That was how you fall for Ace after all. His thought and his actions that he willingly gamble for you. As you said, Ace was your only tsundere.
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haleigh-sloth · 1 year
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Hi. So please please do not answer this if it’s a trigger for you and do take care of yourself, but did Endeavor rape Rei? The new episode seems to really place emphasis on the way he looked at her when he wanted more kids, and it seems like that’s how the animators wanted you to read it. But I don’t like it. It feels like it doesn’t fit Endeavor’s arc - he’s never called on it, he doesn’t end up in jail or have any consequences, and Rei doesn’t treat it as something that happened. I’m dumb and have a hard time reading between the lines so I was wondering if you had any thoughts on this.
I don't really know what to say.
The idea of marital rape being a part of their circumstances is not new information.
This is not subtle in what it implies the circumstances of Natsuo's and Shouto's births were:
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Just so we're clear--violence and force do not have to be present for it to be non-consensual.
I don't really want to go into detail about how it's non-consensual because I've already talked about it here, and so has @redphlox here.
But I'll say that it's not new and it does fit Endeavor's arc. Simply because...it's always been there. The anime didn't drop this on us, we've always known.
Endeavor doesn't get called on hardly anything btw. I mean, look at canon right now and look at peoples' initial reaction to Dabi telling his story. Nobody really cared, and the ones that did initially faced it with denial and despair at the thought of having to let go of their ideal Endeavor. Jeanist? Literally does not care, at all. Hawks? It's more complicated than simply "not caring", but really and truly, from Touya's and other peoples' perspectives looking in? It looks like Hawks doesn't care, regardless of what we as readers know about Hawks that the characters don't.
But if we're talking about this issue with their marriage specifically, Rei is not about to call him on anything, even though she has the right to. She entered the sham of a marriage and brought kids into a family that had them for just, awful reasons, maybe except for Fuyumi--not that it matters. Rei feels guilty because of this, as she's there taking responsibility for her part in the family's problems.
Honestly, it is a very testy subject because at the end of the day, this aspect of their past is just not focused on afterward. We don't have much internal narration from Rei (yet), and Endeavor isn't written to think on this. The very obvious implications are there, but I don't expect Hori to give it focus outside of the flashback later on as the story progresses. The purpose of showing it in the flashback was to portray how sinister and disturbing their entire situation was. It's just overall very, very fucked up.
There are cultural things to consider as well. While I don't cite laws when discussing what's abuse and what's rape and what's what, I can say that the reason a Japanese character is not thinking on this may be due to Japanese laws surrounding this anyway. The law itself means nothing to me personally, because it is what it is whether it's "legal" or not. But possible explanations as to why it's portrayed a certain way do exist.
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would you be okay with doing a platonic gn!cade!reader fanfic w/ the curtis brothers (maybe a ponyboy x reader if you want) where reader has past self harm scars? they’ve been clean for over a year but they still have visible scars and just the reaction to the boys seeing them?
it’s okay if you’re not comfy w/ writing this! i totally understand
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Things Are Rough All Over
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Pairing ;; sodapop x cade!reader Pronouns ;; they/them (gender neutral) Warnings ;; sh mentions/refrences
A/N ;; if this is possibly triggering, please don't read this for your safety. and to anyone who is struggling with self harm, i strongly urge that you seek out help. there's plenty of hotlines, resources, and safer outlets, it does not make you a burdern to ask for help.
on another note- i do plan on doing two other parts of this, should i do seperate parts or all of them a story piece that go with each other in the end?
and ONE FINAL THING- thank you for the incredible patience. i've settled a bit more, so now i should have a more consistent schedule :>
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it's pretty easy to spot the cade twins
namely because you both wore jean jackets
so when soda was working the pump at the dx and spotted a small, denim clad figure in the near distance
he had a 50/50 shot at guessing who it was
but man, seeing you wearing sleeves in this heat?
You walked up the road holding a steering wheel. With nothing better to do, you had nabbed some car parts to bring to Soda and Steve. You saulted the middle Curtis, wheel in hand. "Hey, Soda."
The blonde beamed back at you, wiping gasoline off his hands. "Hey- what's up Shortcake?"
You scoffed at the nickname. Johnny had Johnnycake for obvious reasons- The group had struggled coming up with one for you, seeing not a lot of names rang with 'cake' as well as your brother's. It was only when you came back to the house, small carton of strawberry shortcakes in your arms that they'd decided on Shortcake.
"Oh, y'know. Was jus' walkin' and saw some spare parts on the ground." You offered the car piece with a sly grin. Sodapop chuckled, none the less taking it. "Yer brother was actually just here with Dal' and Pony with a windsheild wiper. Guess the DX owes the Cade twins, then, huh?"
"Guess so, speakin' of, where's Steve?
"Awe, he's in the shop. Bastard left me to man the pumps in the heat."
"Yeah, 's pretty hot ain't it?"
"You can't say it's hot when yer wearin' a jacket in this weather, Y/N," he teased.
Despite the light tone, you were still stricken with a chord of paranoia. You knew why Johnny always wore his jacket. It was a gift from their parents before they turned to whiskey and bruised knuckles. You weren't as sentimental, the jacket enacting as denim armour instead.
It'd been a over a year since you last touched a blade like that- but the scars still lingered. The only people who knew were yourself, Johnny, and Ponyboy. It was never brought up unless you did, which was a scarce occasion. And Johnny had only caught a glimpse of the pale lines along your forearms once. You forgot to bring a towel with you to the shower so you had called your brother. Admist the moment where you blindly groped for the fabric behind the shower curtain, Johnny had seen the healing skin- which was how he found out in the first place.
"-rtcake? Y/N/"
Sodapop's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You ran a hand through your greasy hair, a sheepish smile on your face. "Sorry, what were you sayin'?"
"Nothin' important. You alright? I mean I was just teasin' before but maybe you oughta take that jacket off, Y/N."
"I'm fine, as is, Soda," you insisted. Still, the middle Curtis didn't look too convinced. He sighed, and you thought he was gonna drop the subject and move on. But of course, Sodapop proved he wasn't as dumb as he said he was- taking the moment of relief to tug at your shoulders of denim.
As you struggled between the material and his grasp you told him to lay off.
"Awe- c'mon, Shortcake! It's what? Ninety somethin' degrees out-"
You cursed the lean muscle that was Sodapop Curtis as he managed to take hold of your sleeve, taking the jacket with. He was laughing, clutching the jacket tight as he did. You knew to the blonde this was all some silly game over a denim coat, but it didn't make you any less pissed at him.
Defensively you crossed your arms, waiting for him to cut the cackling. You looked off with a scowl, hearing Soda come to a stop. "Don't be like that, Y/N," you could hear the grin on his face, "You'll thank me when your brother passes out of heatstroke. They left before I could wiggle him out of his." Sodapop went on about something, but you weren't really listening.
The lines along your arms burned with shame and regret, tucking them further against your chest. "Can I at least have it back? I don't need yer dirty hands soiling my jacket. And as careful as you were trying to be- you made a mistake. You extended your arm, reaching for the fabric.
The blonde had chuckled, going to hand it to you when his eyes landed on the now exposed scars along your arms. He would ask what they were from, automatically assuming maybe it was from a rumble or a tussle with some Socs. Maybe some risky game with Curly Shepard. But the pink scores were too neat for something like that. It was methodical, something really meant to hurt.
He dropped the denim onto the concrete, reaching for your other wrist as well, "Who did it? Was it your parents?"
Soda was launching question after question and it took you a second to process. He had your arms in hold, gawking at the scars, a look of worry- wait, gawking at the scars?
You retracted your arms, holding them against your chest once more. "No one. It ain't important," you said sternly
Dull anger burned in his brown eyes, "Y/N, please- who did it? Ain't no one can hurt my family like that and expect to get off."
There was a beat of silence and you knew it couldn't be prolonged. Soda would probably worry his head off to Steve, who in turn would go to Two-Bit, who'd go to Ponyboy, who'd go to Darry, who'd go to Dallas, who'd go to Johnny and well; something about it coming to a full circle.
"Me," you whispered, "It was me."
sodapop didn't really understand at first
but then you explained to him the dark times you had gone through
he'd tear up, pulling you into a tight hug
he'd tell you how much you meant to him and the gang
he asks if anyone else knew and you tell him just johnny and ponyboy
you tell him how you swore them both to secrecy, that'd you'd go to them if you started thinking like that again
soda asked to be notified too
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How does Jungkook always end up giving tkkrs something to work with, to fuel their narratives? The list is getting bigger and bigger. How do I even blame Tkkrs for using it against jkkrs?
"I only go to his room cause it's closer", "I only film him cause he's always around", the innocent "why serendipity", "we should change units", "he's not the main model of gcf", and so much more.
Jkkrs should just give up and find another duo to ship. Lol. Jungkook is not helping their "ship".
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Jungkook just outing everything. Man was like "why?". Bts has grown so big, don't know why they still need scripted moments. Just causing more ship wars now. I am not surprised there's always equal distribution of Taekook and Jikook moments. This explains why.
Alright tumblerinas, let's talk about this unnecessary mess you brought to my inbox. I chose these two asks because I will try to make a point here. Bear with me.
First of all, I do not give a single fuck. I saw all sorts of clips today, including this one that got people's panties in a twist and it just flew over my head without even thinking that it could become an issue.
Second of all, what do you think you're achieving by bringing this nonsense to my blog? You're merely demonstrating that you are people incapable of having thoughts more complex than those who used to paint inside caves. You're also making me realize how damn normal I am. We all have issues, but all it takes is for me to come online to make me feel better about myself. I only have to read my asks and I instantly feel that I'm smarter. It's a great confidence boost.
One of you is seriously asking why BTS still needs scripted moments. Because I assume you have no idea how a show, be it a concert or anything else in the entertainment world, is made. How there is a director, how they need an outline in order for everything to run smooth because they put a lot of effort and money and they need to deliver. And you come here, acting all mighty, when in fact you're just stupid. Or uninformed. But there is google, honey. Do you fucking research.
And yeah, Jungkook is a grade A asshole. He's this prick mastermind who likes to watch the fandom world burn and ''outs'' how a show is made. Oh my god, please all of you do that exercise of saying this out load. You really need to hear yourself and not just come up with the dumbest of takes that are either only in your head, or you share it with your like-minded people, all of you stuck in this weird version of reality in which the world is severely distorted.
As to the first anon, I don't even know what else to say to you because you're just embarasing yourself. Your level of intelligence is so low that I would feel sorry for you if I had any sympathy left. Which I don't. To not be able to make a distinction between fandoms spaces and those who become subjects of discussion in those fandoms. To not be able to understand how someone can lead a life that is so complicated due to the nature of their work, that you believe that a side of their agenda is to think that they need to be part of an elaborate plan in order to please one or another specific subsection of a fandom?
As to the examples you gave about what Jungkook said in other ocassions. Yeah, I'm not even going into that. I know you're dumb, but I don't think you're that dumb. Unless you've been living in isolation all your life, with just an internet access.
I would like to circle back to how I started this. I do not give a fuck. There is clearly a mess inside your brain and an awful lot of confusion because you're trying to look at this from some sort of weird moral standpoint, as if you're personally offended by this imaginary issue. Let me say this again. I do not care.
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Corroded Remembrance + 4 + 13 + 15
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4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
"Well, well, well… Look who decided to wake up." His voice was almost as shocking as the cold water as it poured over me. "Not that I don't love having beautiful, young naked women in my bed I think you stayed far past your welcome. Get up." I was stunned at first. I didn't know what to do but, he wasted no time in giving me the direction again. "I said, get up!" He hissed, taking a step forward. I stood gripping the sheets to my naked body, far too nervous and terrified to deny him. "Please, who do you think undressed you? I have seen all you gotta offer princess, you don't have to be so modest." He winked and my stomach twisted. But, not with fear with a tingling warmth I hadn't felt in some time. It made me almost angry that my body was reacting in such a way.
"W-What did you do to me?" I asked as his head fell back in a bark of a laugh, deep and booming around the small space.
"Don't flatter yourself sweetheart. Get dressed, you need to go back to Donna's." He said, grabbing his jacket and hat. I watched him put them on as his dark lens snapped back over to me. "Are you deaf or just dumb? Put your fuckin' clothes on! I have shit to do and saving your ass wasn't on that list!"
"Th-Thank you?" I say, still completely confused as he grunts a response, leaving the room to let me get changed. The overalls I wore were of a thick material and far from dry when I put them on. I shivered, teeth chattering as I made my way out of his room…? Where was I?
"Good job Buttercup, I'm glad you knew how to button everything up all by yourself. Let's go." His mockery was infuriating. Of course he would be the one to save me. I'm sure I was now indebted to him for all entirety. What a lovely thought…
"Hei… Heisenberg, where am I?" I ask with a grimace as he sighs and lets his head fall back, looking up at the dingy metal roofing overhead.
"You're in my factory. For whatever reason you found it hilarious to nearly get yourself killed by means of hypothermia. Miranda wouldn't like that and because Donna can't keep tabs on her pet, it once again fell on me to save everything." He turned back to me, his eyes hidden behind those endlessly dark lens. But, the sneer over his face was unmistakable. "So, I'm taking you back to Donna and no one…" He grunted, clenching his white teeth. "Not a fuckin' one of us will ever speak of this again, got it?" It seemed like a rhetorical question. Like I shouldn't answer and just nod but, I couldn't stop myself.
"I…I was trying to use fear as a way to try and see if anything happened with my transformation..." I sigh as Heisenberg rolls his eyes.
"Your transformation…" He tutted. "You know how hard it was to pick up that fuckin' mess? Not only did I have to carry your sorry ass back here but, I also had to toss all those fuckin' lycans in the river. I'm loosing nearly a whole days work because of you. So move it!" He barked. I glared at the back of his head. He didn't exactly give me the answer I wanted. What did this mean for me? Was I going back to Miranda's lab? Was I to be subjected to more tests?
"What does this mean, for me?" I asked softly as he stops moving ahead of me, having me run into his body. My hands reach up to steady myself on his back, feeling the hard muscle beneath his many layers. It was a marvel how much he felt like pure iron under my touch. He turned slowly to me. A look over his shoulder, having me takin in his profile first. His strong jaw, large prominent nose, and then his lips... For a man as ragged as he seemed his lips looked surprisingly soft, inviting... Dangerous thought as his large body turned fully towards me, invading my space. His large, leather covered hand moved so quick I barely registered it until the strength in his fingers bit into my jaw.
"It means that you're not just some useless piece of meat that Miranda decided to discard. It means you owe me. It means that anything you do, say, think will be fuckin' used against you in any way shape or form. So, if I was you and I'm so fuckin' glad I'm not, I would keep my pretty little mouth fuckin' shut!" Tossing my face from him as though he was disgusted with me he continued down the long corridor. "Let's go!" He yelled over his shoulder as I followed him in a hurry.
I absolutely love this back and forth with Heis and Emerald. I think it shows just how "had it" he is with the whole situation but also, that deep down there is a tenderness to him. As small as it may be, it's there.
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
I have an entire Heisenberg playlist on Spotify. As well as another I found that is very good. I listen to them to get inspired with certain ideas to add later to the story.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7i1hmYanrU0llm4i37k5Nc?si=oiVU0RzSQsq2cQvLLN9uUA&utm_source=copy-link
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4IEUoGxTwPox5HJYEogWHL?si=I8P-w55lR42CIvYnn1Exig&utm_source=copy-link
15: What did you learn from writing this fic?
I'm learning that patience is key. I'm learning that doing an outline, writing ideas as they come to me is a great tool. I'm learning that a slow burn takes time especially considering the characters.
I have written this before and went back to it, rewriting it from the beginning because I wasn't happy with how rushed it seemed. I also changed it from a readers perspective to my OC Emerald's because, self inserting myself in a fic is selfish and I deserve that, lol.
Thank you for the ask @thepatronsaintoffilth 🥰
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