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hyperfixatedbastard · 2 months

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sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

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"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion.

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric.

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings.

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present.

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now.

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him.

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it.

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck.

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

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studioghibelli · 3 months

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fade in to you- a joel miller x reader

summary: love can often times be unrequited... until it isn't.

warnings: tommys!girlfriend reader, kind of a jerk!tommy, pining!joel, soft!joel, 00's joel/era, implied age gap, some angsty angst, no smut this time y'all i'm in some sort of babygirl mood tonight or something idk.

notes: this is a short lil' somethin' for my sweet twizzy @ilovepedro <3 <3 <3

Cherry red lips stained the rim of the glass, the sides sweating beneath the heat of the summer moon. The lights on the back of the porch illuminated the grill, and the half busted radio in the corner crooned out whatever the radio was deciding to play that night. The canopy of stars twinkled down upon the bungalow, crickets nestled in the blades of grass in the backyard chirping and igniting the atmosphere aflame with the reminder that nature was all around.

Inside, a baseball game was flickering across the screen of the television, and people funneled in and out of the sliding glass door that whined and ached each time it was moved. Grabbing beers, swaying to the music, shouting at the game- anything they wanted to do, really.

Joel stood to man the grill, his broad shoulders stretching the seams of a heather gray shirt, tanned arms glimmering with sweat beneath them. The sleeves almost seemed too tight against his thick biceps, but that only made them more appealing.

As he flipped the burgers, steaming and sizzling against the grill top, Joel tried to remind himself not to look at those cherry red lips. He tried to urge himself to have enough resolve to not become intoxicated by your soft, plump, red mouth, that was just right there in the corner of his eye sight.

It was the least he could do, seeing as you were his brother's girlfriend.

When you walked in that night for the barbeque, he couldn't help but stare, couldn't help but take in your beauty. You wore a sundress the color of azaleas, accompanied by a floral scarf tied around your hair and those sticky, sweet looking lips.

Those lips that haunted him

Did they taste like cherries, too? Joel immediately shook that terrible thought away, it was gone almost as soon as it had entered.

And thus began his usual routine when you were around. The cold shoulder, the short responses, the purposefully-trying-to-avoid-you maneuvers that he had become quite masterful with. Despite this, there was still that tug deep in his belly, that draw towards you and your aura.

"Joel?" Your sweet voice filled his ears.

"Hmm?" He winced at how curt he sounded.

The sinking tone of your voice made him swallow thickly with guilt. "Do you... do you have anymore of that margarita mix?"

"Above the kitchen sink." Joel explained, his voice now a bit softer.

He couldn't turn around to look at you. Not when your hips swayed so femininely against your dress, not when your dewy skin glistened beneath the dusty golden light, not when those lips looked to tantalizing, so delicious.

Joel was so lost in thought, he burnt one of the burgers.

The night went on, smooth and happy, everyone chatting and talking amongst themselves. Joel had sat himself on a patio chair farthest from you, eating the burnt patty with furrowed brows. His eyes were glued to the ground, his mind once again, for the millionth time that June evening, wandering with thoughts of you.

The backdoor slid open with that familiar creak, and he heard Tommy exploding with excitement at the ongoing baseball game.

"Hi, baby." Your voice rang through Joel's ears. He looked up, watching Tommy give you a quick, uninterested kiss. His stomach churned.

Tommy went to the beer cooler, grabbing a fresh bottle of Modelo. At the same time, the radio cranked out an all too familiar song.

I want to hold the hands inside you

I want to take the breath that's true

I look to you, and I see nothing

You gasped, jumping to your feet with eyes wide, cheeks thick with your sticky sweet smile. "Oh, Tommy! This is my favorite song. Dance with me?"

He shook your hand away, turning to you with a scrunched up face. "You know I don't dance, woman. I got a baseball game to get back to." Joel felt his jaw clenching with annoyance, but before he could say anything, Tommy spoke once more. "You comin' in to watch it?" He asked his big brother.

Joel's eyes followed you. He traced over the fallen expression that had sunk into your cheeks, he watched the way your eyes fell with embarrassment, the way your lips pressed into one another.

"No." Was all Joel said, before he glued his eyes back to the ground. He knew Tommy was rolling his eyes, and before he knew it his brother was stomping back inside, leaving him alone with you.

An awkward silence hung in the air, before Joel stood up so quickly, it caused you to jump. "I, uh-" He was rubbing the back of his neck now, taking notice of the incredulous look that had grazed across your face. "I'll dance with ya."

Your smile, sunshine and flowers, ignited the dark air around. "Really?"

He nodded, holding a hand out for you. "It's now or never, darlin'. This is a short song."

An angelic laugh escaped your throat, and you took his hand, standing to your feet. You weren't an oblivious fool. You knew Joel was handsome, and you knew every woman in town was pining after him.

How could they not?

His umber curls, thick shoulders, curved nose- he was a work of art. Tommy was handsome, it ran in the family, but there was something about Joel that was so gripping, so hard to forget. You had noticed his eyes the first time you met him. Those chocolate eyes, so deep and mysterious. They had pulled you in the moment you saw them.

And when Joel had seen you for the first time, he experienced what could only be described as a religious experience. He felt the kind of emotions that one felt when looking upon Van Gogh's Starry Night, or Monet's Poppies. The kind of awe that struck your chest hard with a kick, the kind of awe that settled upon your soul with no hopes of ever letting out, the kind of awe that a man could never forget.

Each time he saw you, you only grew more beautiful. Perhaps that was just a symptom of him falling deeper in love.

"I didn't take you for the dancing type." You whispered as his hands found the curve of your waist, strong and sturdy as they wrapped tightly around you. When your hands moved to his shoulders, you felt a breath of air get stuck in his throat.

"I'm not." Joel's eyes looked down, peering in to your own. You cursed the butterflies which erupted within you.

"Then why are you now?"

There was a short moment of silence, the kind that made your skin crawl with anticipation. You had no clue where this quiet would lead.

"Because I can't stand seein' my brother treat you like that." Joel's voice was earnest, genuine, and you saw those hardened eyes cross over with a feeling you had never seen on him before. Softness. Gentleness. Love.

You live your life, you go in shadows

You'll come apart, and you'll go black

Some kind of night into your darkness

Colors your eyes with what's not there.

"Treat me like what?" You whispered, voice barely there against the backdrop of the radio.

"Like you ain't the most beautiful girl in the world." Joel's grip tightened around you, and he instinctively pulled you close. "Like he ain't the luckiest bastard I know, gettin' the chance to be with you. To kiss you, feel you."

With furrowed eyebrows, you closed your eyes tight, too scared, too unsure of what to say next. You had spent months trying to stop it, you had spent months trying to swallow that horrible, awful feeling that crept inside every time you saw Joel. Despite this, you knew. You had always known.

You were with the wrong brother, and you always had been.

The quick glances, the hidden smiles, the wandering eyes- Joel thought he hid it well, but he could never fool you.

Both of you knew you were in deep shit, both of you knew the water was rising, heating, but you were both helpless, unable to stop it.

And stop it, you had tried. Many, many, many times.

When Tommy was on top of you, moaning your name, feeling your skin, you couldn't help but think of Joel. When Tommy ignored you to watch his baseball games, you couldn't help but daydream about Joel, and how you knew he would dote upon you more than a stupid sport. When Tommy stayed out too late with his raucous friends and came home drunk, you wondered what Joel's arms would feel around you, behind you in bed as his mouth planted kisses on your shoulders, blanketed by the sweet cover of nighttime.

Finally, you spoke. "I don't think that I know what to say, Joel."

Joel took in a deep breath of air, and you felt his chest vibrating against you. "I know. I don't expect you to say anythin'. Just knew I had to tell you sometime."

You swayed together slowly, beneath the canopy of the summer sky, eyes fluttering shut with every movement of your bodies. Joel tensed when you pressed your cheek to his chest, your bodies molding together in harmony.

He liked this. He could get used to this.

Your chest rose and fell against his, your hands moved up and down his arms, caressed his shoulders, felt his body. You touched him like you loved him, you ignited something deep within him. Joel felt wanted, he felt loved, he felt appreciated.

Your tenderness reminded him that he was alive, that he was worthy. You had lit a flame deep within him, a new appreciation for the beauty of the world, a new outlook on life.

He would fight for you if it came down to it. Anything to keep that dazzling smile and those perfect eyes in his life.

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

"Do you love me?" You asked abruptly, voice caught in the back of your throat. You don't know what came over you or why you felt the need to ask, but you couldn't help yourself. Your gut had always told you something was there resting between the both of you, and tonight you were going to find out.

Joel's fingers gently dug into your sides, and you felt the beating of his heart quicken against your cheek. You wondered what he was feeling, you wondered if he had ever felt this way before, if he was even feeling what you were. An inexplainable feeling that washed over you wordlessly, a feeling you were unable to express with words.

"Yes." His fingers crawled up your back, tangling into the ends of your hair. "More than I probably should."

You nodded against him, arms digging in to his shoulders tighter.

You craned your neck to look up at him, eyelashes fluttering against your rosy eyelids. Those cherry lips sparkled in front of him, and Joel wanted nothing more than to lean down and feel them, taste them, explore them.

Joel had never seen a more beautiful woman.

If there was one thing for sure he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, it was that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in the entirety of his life. Not even the sunsets above the ocean or the wild flowers in the valley, not even the stars at the Grand Canyon or the clear water of a river compared. You were prettier than them all. Serene, celestial, ethereal- he had never known a face like yours, nor had he ever gazed upon a beauty quite like the one you owned.

His thumb slowly traced the height of your cheekbone, and your eyes darted to his adams apple that bobbed up and down with the breaths he was swallowing. No doubt nervous, you thought.

"I-"

"You don't have to say anything." His thumb moved down the length of your cheek until it was resting on your jaw. "It's okay. I know."

"Kiss me."

Joel's eyes darted to your mouth, and he let out a quiet sigh. "I wish I could."

"You can."

"I can't do that. Not to Tommy."

You smiled a sweet, ever so saddening smile, your soft hand creeping up to cup his cheek. The bristles of his patchy beard scratched against your palm, a feeling you wanted to get used to.

There were lots of things you wanted to get used to with Joel. His arms wrapping around you from behind in the kitchen, his arms around your waist as you slow danced to music, his beard pressing in to your skin as you held one another.

Maybe in another life.

"You're a good man, Joel Miller."

"I ain't." He mumbled, shaking his head. A dry laugh crept past his lips. "You don't know half the things I've thought, all the things that make me a shitty brother just for thinkin' 'em. All the things I'd do to you if you were mine."

"I can be yours." You whispered, lip catching between your teeth. "I can be."

"You can't. Ain't how this works. Believe me, darlin'.... you don't know how bad I want things to be different." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your throat hitched around itself, the feeling of his kiss on your skin igniting a volcano of yearning which erupted within your chest. All you could do was hold on to him tighter.

A stranger's light comes on slowly

A stranger's heart without a home

You put your hands into your head

And then smiles cover your heart

"That's all I'm gonna get from you then, Miller?" You asked with a smile, your fingers tracing out the outline of his jaw. His kiss still lingered on your forehead.

"For now." He responded, and you watched the ghost of a grin plant itself upon his lips. "Who knows, maybe the world will end and we'll get our chance."

And Joel, as he so often was, was right.

The world would end in three months time, and perhaps your own time together would soon follow. But until then, you both returned to the shadows, eyes colored with what wasn't there.

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rorichuu · 18 days

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☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: been MEANING to write for midas... this also ties in with jealous!midas as well... i hope i wrote him how you guys expected :) also here is what i think his voice sounds like, either that or matthew mercer (leon kennedy va) 😩

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . you two are at an exceptionally boring party and midas takes you away from keeping appearances. ୨୧ˊˊ

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

rorichuu!

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A tie, handcuffs, and another hotel

Kim Chaewon X Joy X Male Reader

The woman in front of you gives you a devilish glare. It's an evil one. And you are sure that you would have run away by now, if it wasn't for the handcuffs. The handcuffs that are tying her to the chair she is sitting on.

"Trust me."

The woman dressed in pink standing next to you starts talking again.

"She is such a kinky slut. We could do anything to her right now."

You don't disagree, but you are still wondering how you got here. Six hours ago, your plane landed in Frankfurt, Germany. Within those six hours you met these two women. One four years older than the other. One all dressed up in a slutty pink outfit. One wearing a police uniform.

After your unbelievable morning (more about that in the future), you got an invitation for a business offer. And here you are. But you didn't expect the meeting to go so fast. And you definitely didn't expect to meet two Korean singers right here.

But this isn't were the chapter is supposed to start. No. It's supposed to start fourteen hours earlier. And in London. In your hotel room. Inside of Soyeon. Because that's where we left of. Or at least almost.

"Fuck!"

Soyeon's moan echoes through the room as she arches her back off the wooden table. You keep up your pace, making her slide a little over the smooth surface. With your hands on her waist, you lift her up a little, giving you a better angle to drive yourself into her pussy.

"Yes, Daddy. Make her cum."

Miyeon is kneeling on the table. Her hands still tied behind her back. She watches you fuck the live out of Soyeon.

For a moment you don't remember how she got on the table. Certainly not alone without hands. Did you carry her?

You are distracted by Soyeon's whining as you feel her walls tightening around you. Her nails scratch on the wood, she closes her eyes and her pussy becomes wetter.

Ant then, she cums on your cock. She shakes atop the table, moaning tiredly. Her juices start to leak out of her, slowly dripping down your cock, onto the carpet.

"This is so hot, daddy."

Miyeon looks at you. Her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her eyes desperate to be treated like she was treated before.

"Don't get too excited. You are still getting punished."

Her smile drops. Replaced by a sulky pout.

"I want your cock, though. Please, daddy."

"I'm not sure you deserve it yet."

Slowly leaving Soyeon's pussy, you keep your focus on Miyeon.

"I do. Princess has been a good girl."

Miyeon tries to move closer to you. But only on her knees and with Soyeon in the way, it's not as easy as it sounds.

"Please, daddy. If you really want to keep punishing me, then do it differently. I can't wait any longer."

She is finally close enough for you to reach out your hand. You feel the smoothness of her skin as your fingers close around her throat.

"Please, daddy-"

Miyeon's words are cut off.

"You want me to punish you differently?"

She nods slightly. The brunette is not gasping for air, but she struggles to speak.

"How?"

You finally hear her voice. It's at odds with her personality. Now it sounds raspy and hoarse. You know it's not just the choking. It seems like Miyeon didn't handle the throat fucking earlier as well as she pretended.

"Spank me."

Two simple words. Words that you like to hear from such a gorgeous woman like Miyeon.

Letting go off her throat, you hear her taking a deep breath. You lean forward, whispering into her ear.

"Here we go."

You pull on her shoulders, making Miyeon fall forward. The upper half of her body is now resting on top of Soyeon's midriff, while the rest is lying on the table. Her head is hanging off her friends body.

You grab some of her messed up hair, forcing her to look up at you.

"Don't forget you asked for this."

"Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy."

Her smile is genuine as you let go off her hair and walk around the table, out of her sight. Soyeon is not moving. You don't know why. Maybe she is enjoying this. Or she is too tired to move.

You start at her ankles. Your fingers dancing over her smooth skin.

"It tickles, daddy."

Miyeon squirms at your touch, but you don't stop. Slowly you make your way up her creamy legs. You admire her body from behind. Her bare shoulders. Her back. Her ass. All of it. Once you reach the hem of her silk dress, you place your hand fully on her skin. You sneak it underneath Miyeon's clothing, feeling the shape of her butt cheeks.

Her head is placed on the table and you hear her letting out a soft moan, everytime you squeeze her flesh.

"Please spank me, daddy."

You lift her dress off her skin, pushing it towards her waist.

"I have been such a bad princess. And princesses need to be spanked."

It's interesting that she keeps switching between a good princess and a bad one. As if she is deliberately calling herself that to get what she wants. And it seems to be working.

When your hand leaves her skin for the first time after a couple of minutes, you see her close her eyes in anticipation. You make her wait a couple of seconds.

And then you let your hand fall.

"Oh!"

Miyeon's surprised yelp is what you were hoping for. Before she can speak, you spank her one more time.

"Yes!"

Again.

"Oh gosh!"

And again.

Miyeon has started to breath faster, trying to brace herself for every painful impact. You see the shape of your hand slowly appearing on Miyeon's right cheek. The bright red is the que for you to switch to the left one.

The brunette is surprised by the sudden change. Making her moan a little louder.

"Have I spanked you enough now?"

You hand hovers over her left cheek, ready to spank her again, if you hear the wrong answer.

"Yes."

Another hit.

"Daddy, please. I know I was naughty. Please keep pushing me."

You spank her again. Once. Twice. But now Miyeon interrupts you.

"Please punish me so much. So much that I will never be naughty again. So that I will be a good little princess for daddy."

You spank her one last time for good measure, making her moan.

"Does that mean you finally learned your lesson?"

"Yes, daddy."

You reach forward to loosen the tie. When you take it into your hand, you see small red marks around Miyeon's wrists.

"Thank you, daddy."

Miyeon tries to get up slowly. The spanking certainly left it's mark.

"I will be a good girl from now on."

To her surprise, you shake your head.

"We aren't done yet."

"But, daddy."

You shut her up by crashing your lips into hers. On instinct, the brunette kisses you back. As she deepens the kiss, you wrap your hands around her waist, before pulling her up. Getting her off the table, you make her stand in front of you.

Continuing to kiss Miyeon, you push her towards the glass door, which leads to the balcony. She doesn't seem to notice, too busy with her tongue in your mouth.

When you push her into the cold surface, you feel her shudder at the sensation. Not letting her settle in, you slide the door open, making her stumble backwards, before you catch her.

Now standing in the night air, you feel the cool breeze on your skin, while it makes Miyeon's hair move.

"Turn around."

She does so, but can't help but complain.

"It's cold, daddy."

"Don't worry, princess."

You are standing behind her, making her place her hands on the railing.

"I will make you feel warm."

Kissing her bare shoulders, makes Miyeon feel new heat already. She remembers that you are completely naked behind her. And that you wanted to teach her another lesson. She realizes too late what it is, as she is enjoying your warm lips on her skin too much.

Her wrists are tied together once more. But now she is locked in place. The tie bound around the railing.

"Let's see how loud my princess can scream."

"Daddy. Please no. Not out here."

She told you are her safety word when you went up to your room. "No" is definitely not a safety word.

"I think you are enjoying this."

"No, daddy. I'm not. I have been punished enough."

"That's not for you to decide."

And with that, you can't hold yourself back any longer. Miyeon's tight pussy is addictive. You need to be inside of her. As long as you can. Whenever you can.

Her whimpering shows that she is trying to keep it down. But it doesn't help. A lewd moan escapes her lips, once you are fully buried inside of her tight snatch.

"Are you warmer now?"

You can't help but chuckle at her desperate attempts to keep quiet.

"A little."

She whispers and you promise yourself that she will scream, once you are done with her.

"Daddy, please."

You slowly retreat out of her, before pushing inside again. The motion all too familiar already.

"Faster."

Miyeon can't help herself. As much as you are addicted to her pussy, Miyeon has become addicted to your cock. Maybe it's because she had to watch you fuck Soyeon. Or maybe it's because you fill her so good. Either way, she can't keep as quiet as she would like.

"Oh my god."

The brunette slowly forgets the icy cold metal touching her hands, as she holds onto it. You increase your force, starting to pound into her.

"Holy-!"

She was about to let out a yelp. She tries to quiet herself by letting her head fall into her hands.

"Come on princess."

You grab her hair, like you did several times tonight already, and pull her head up.

"You have such a beautiful voice. Why don't you want to share it with London?"

"Please."

Her begging only makes you want to tease her more.

"Maybe a little more of this."

Your right hand meets her butt cheek.

"Oh my god."

Miyeon hisses at the pain and the pleasure.

Not loud enough.

You spank her harder. The sound echoes through the night air, louder than you thought. But Miyeon manages to keep her voice down.

You realize that there is only one way to make her scream. And so you start. Letting go off her hair, you watch her head fall down into her hands again. Grabbing her waist, you fuck her harder from behind.

"Yes, daddy."

Her moans become needier. You keep pushing her forward, her upper body leaning further over the railing. Her legs are now pressed against it, making it now completely impossible for her to escape.

"Pound me, daddy."

You do as she says. Not caring how loud the two of you are. Not caring that it is freezing cold. Not caring that Soyeon is watching from inside. And maybe even other people too.

Either way, you fuck Miyeon through the night. Hard and fast. Like she wants it. Like she needs it.

Her hair is hanging off the balcony. You can't help but think about a certain tale. That Miyeon calls herself princess makes her even more loveable.

All of her appearance is at odds with what she looks like in this moment.

Her hair hanging loosely. Her upper body bend over the railing as far as possible. If you wouldn't be holding her, she might fall down. Her bare back, glistening from sweat and the lights of your room.

Moving your hand, you reach around Miyeon's waist.

"Please, daddy. No."

She knows what is going to come next. Or rather who.

You start rub her clit with you fingers, making her moan into her hands.

"I know you want to scream."

Leaning forward, you kiss her behind her ear.

"Just let it go."

Your whispers make Miyeon slowly lose control over her body. She has never been turned on like this. Bound to the balcony. Being forced to get fucked outside. Where everyone could see her. Where everyone could hear her.

You see her biting her lip as your circles on her clit become faster and faster. Your deep thrusts rock Miyeon's small body against the railing. Her dress flutters loosely in the wind.

Slowly you feel her trembling. Her moans start to become louder with every thrust. You can see how bad she is trying to hold it in. But you know, and maybe even she knows, that it's in vein. She will cum. And she will scream. Like she did earlier this night.

And like she does now.

"Daddy! Fuck!"

Her voice echoes through the night as you push her towards the edge. Miyeon isn't there just yet, but it can only be a matter of seconds.

"Gonna cum!"

And yet, she is already screaming. Her pussy pulsating around you. And with one final thrust, you make her climax.

"Daddy! Cumming!"

"Do you want to make her watch? Or do you want to fuck her face?"

The woman next to you side eyes you.

"What would you prefer?"

Your question is directed at the older woman.

"The two of you are behaving like kids. Untie me and I show you how to fuck."

The woman in pink steps forward. Leaning towards her unnie, her hand traces along her right cheekbone.

"We can't untie you. You love to be dominated. And you know it."

"No I don't! Kim Chaewon! Untie me!"

Chaewon steps backwards, standing next to you again.

"Seems like she is in denial. We should fuck alone, before we let her join."

The offer is more than just tempting. But you still aren't sure about the woman on the chair. She looks genuinely pissed off. Does she really hate being dominated? Or is she just acting? Does she like being tied up?

You were really surprised when she showed up at your hotel room door with a police uniform on. She said she is an actress and kept it for "personal character development". You didn't get what she meant. And you still don't.

The two of them seem to know each other though, so you believe Chaewon. At least for now.

"Come on, honey."

Chaewon takes your hand, guiding it towards her chest.

"Let's enJoy ourselves."

She put special emphasis on the last syllable of "enjoy".

" Very funny."

Joy's angry tone still lingers in your ear as you touch Chaewon's chest underneath her top.

"If you don't keep quiet, we have something to shut you up with."

The younger woman reaches towards your crotch, lazy letting a finger move along the length of your clothed cock.

Joy looks like she has another heated reply in store, but she keeps quiet.

"There we go."

Chaewon steps in front of you.

"Now fuck me."

You have to say that there is little hesitation in your movements. The situation still seems odd, but Chaewon's outfit is just begging you to undress her.

Taking the heart shaped zipper into your hand, you slowly open it. As if you are opening a present. It reveals a skimpy white top underneath it. It's says "daddy" in large black letters.

"Do you like it? Daddy?"

Chaewon lets the pink jacket (you are not even sure if you can call it a jacket) fall on the ground. She twirls around slowly, showing off her tight body.

She had been teasing you, since the two of you met. And she still doesn't stop. When she stands in front of you again, she bites her finger seductively, while she scans you up and down.

"You are so hot, daddy."

Your eyes fall onto her pink shorts. Which is a mistake. It finally breaks your self-control. The constant teasing, the "accidental" touching in the elevator, her figure, everything. You can't hold yourself back. Taking a step forward, you spin Chaewon around before bending her over the table on your left.

"Yes, daddy. Give me your tongue."

You kneel on the floor, pealing off her pink shorts. Her round butt makes you message her cheeks, before you signal her to widen her legs a little.

Her panties are matching her top. You pull them off her as well, before you give both of her cheeks a kiss.

"Fuck me with your tongue, daddy."

You swipe over her snatch, making Chaewon hiss through her teeth.

"Oh, yes."

Taking her ass into your hand, you spread her cheeks and get to work. You begin to eat her out. First slow and sensual. You enjoy the new taste on your taste buds. Chaewon tastes sweet. Her folds begin to get wetter due to your saliva and her juices. The sounds of you, eating her out are the only ones filling the room. Except for the occasional moan from Chaewon. You almost completely forgot that Joy is still there. Still handcuffed to the chair.

"Just fuck her already. What are you waiting for?"

You stop to look at her for a moment.

"Just ignore her."

Chaewon sounds way more relaxed than before.

"She is such an impatient slut. Why do you think she is here, if she has a boyfriend?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don't stop licking Chaewon's folds. You haven't touched Joy yet, so you are glad that you got this information beforehand.

"So what? I still love him. I just want to have good sex once in a while."

You listen to the two of them bicker for a couple of moments. Chaewon's replies become shorter and shorter though. Her breath heavier. Her moans a little louder.

"Yes, daddy. Right there."

"Hurry up. I don't have all day."

"Shut up, unnie. Fuck!"

Chaewon becomes wetter. Her slick starting to drip down your chin.

"She can't even fuck as good as me. So why even bother?"

"I can prove that I'm a better fuck than unnie."

You feel the young girl's legs starting to shake a little.

"Don't even try. I'm the definition of sex."

You enjoy listening to the two of them arguing about who is better in bed. But Chaewon is slowly reaching her limit.

"No, unnie. I-I-I wi-will show-"

A loud gasp interrupts her sentence.

"I will show how-how good-"

Another moan. Making Chaewon hold onto the edge of the table.

"How good my pussy fee-feel-feeeeeels!"

And with that last word, you make her fall. Chaewon cums hard on your face as hers is rested on the table. You still hold her ass, making sure that she keeps standing. Her cum leaks out of her, staining your face with her sweetness. You glance at Joy to your right, who is desperately trying not to show any arousal. But you can see a couple of hints. She has stopped resisting the handcuffs. Her cheeks are a little red. She bites her lower lip slightly and her eyes seem darker than before.

You can't take in more of Joy in a police uniform, because Chaewon has recovered enough to turn around and take your face into her hands.

Bending down, she starts to kiss you sloppily and before you know it, she starts to lick your face. She tastes herself on you as she cleans your face from her juices.

"I taste so sweet."

She murmurs into the kiss the two of you share, before she finally breaks away.

"You wanna taste me too, unnie?"

She turns towards Joy, who makes a disgusted face.

"No thank you."

Chaewon walks over anyways. Sitting on Joy's lap, she takes her face into her hands. The older one tries to move her head, but she can't escape her grip. Chaewon starts to make out with Joy, who slowly seems to warm up to the kiss.

The scene in front of you must be a dream. It is too beautiful to be true. Joy handcuffed to the chair she is sitting on. Still wearing her uniform and the police vest. Chaewon in her lap, only wearing the skimpy white top and the matching thigh high socks. She keeps grinding herself on Joy's right leg, while she practically eats her face.

You only hold out for a couple of moments. Before you know it, you are already standing behind Chaewon. Because she is a little too low for you, you push her further into Joy. She hugs the older woman tight, resting her chin on her shoulder.

"Yes, daddy. Show her how good my pussy feels."

You lock eyes with Joy as you slowly push yourself into Chaewon. Luckily she already came, so she is wet enough. You hear her moan, while Joy bites her lips slightly.

You slowly withdraw out of Chaewon. Taking her hips into your hands, you prepare yourself to fuck her hard.

"Oh fuck!"

A deep thrust makes her groan in pleasure as her body is rocked against Joy's.

"You are so big."

Chaewon sighs as you slowly retreat, before pushing inside of her once more.

Joy is starting to get really turned on by the two of you. The way you push Chaewon's body into her with every thrust. The way the younger girl moans into her ear. The way she is holding her vest from behind. Her pussy staining Joy's uniform pants with her juices.

All of it makes Joy's face turn from pretending to be annoyed to giving you her best fuck me eyes.

Of course you knew Joy before today. She is a member of Red Velvet. Since you own a fashion company in Asia now, there were suggestions for Joy to model for you. But schedules were difficult.

Now she watches you fuck Chaewon on her lap. The younger one moans loudly into her ear, voicing her pleasure.

"Yes, daddy! Fuck me hard!"

You do just that. Her body is being thrown back and forth by your grip on her waist and your thrusts.

It takes you a moment to notice that Joy starts to fight against the handcuffs again.

"Are you finally admitting-oh god!"

Chaewon keeps trying to tease her unnie.

"Admitting that my cunt is better than yours?"

Joy doesn't even listen. The visual stimulation is too much for her.

"Please get these off."

She rattles with her own handcuffs.

"I need to touch myself."

"You are just- oh fuck!"

Chaewon bites into Joy's vest for a moment to stop herself from screaming.

"You are just jealous. Jealous that I get fucked."

"That's not true."

Joy looks at you. Desperation in her eyes.

"Please let me touch myself. I need it."

You are surprised how needy she suddenly is. Seems like Chaewon was right earlier. Joy is submissive.

"Not now."

Two simple words, which make Joy pout angrily. She looks adorable, hot and sexy at the same time. How does she do that?

"Harder, daddy! Make me cum in her lap!"

Chaewon does seem to get closer. She holds onto Joy's vest tighter. Her face buried in the crook of Joy's neck.

Moving your hands away from her waist, you hold her shoulders, pushing her even further into Joy. Chaewon is now almost lying on her. You see two wet spots on the older ones pants. One on her leg, that one is definitely Chaewon, and one at her crotch. Your left hand reaches for Joy's lap, while the other grabs Chaewon by her neck. You are careful not to hurt her, at least not too much.

"Yes, daddy! Give it to me!"

She becomes louder as you start to press against Joy's wet spot. A long drawn out moan escapes her lips. It sounds like she hasn't been touched by someone else in ages.

"I'm gonna cum!"

You feel Chaewon's pussy clench onto your cock. Her tight body twists in pleasure as she starts to tremble on top of Joy. You keep holding her by her neck, preventing Chaewon from falling off the older woman. You don't move inside of her, until she has ridden out her high.

Slowly retreating, you watch your cock leave her freshly fucked pussy. It's drenched and glistening with her juices.

Glancing at Joy, you see her staring at your cock. As if in a trance, she licks her lips.

"Chaewon. Chae."

You have to call her twice before she answers. Slowly lifting her head, she looks back at you over her shoulder.

"Eat her out."

You see Joy's eyes light up. But Chaewon looks disappointed.

"But daddy. I want to be fucked more."

"Only when you make her cum."

Chaewon gives you an angry glare, showing her disapproval, before she slowly climbs off Joy.

With shaky legs, she gets on her knees, slowly unzipping Joy's pants. The older woman watches with no patience left. You watch as Chaewon pushes her pants a little to the side, revealing Joy's lack of underwear.

"Oh god."

Joy sighs as Chaewon places her tongue on her clit.

You move to stand above Chaewon, taking the back of Joy's head into your hand. She looks up at you through her bangs as you grab her hair.

Pulling her towards you, Joy opens her mouth, when she finally meets your cock. Chaewon's glistening juices are replaced with Joy's saliva and mouth as she takes you inside of her.

You feel her moaning around your dick as Chaewon puts her tongue into her snatch. Using your hand on the back of her head, you make her bob up and down slowly. You don't give her time to adjust to your size in her mouth. Joy closes her eyes as you start to move her a little faster. Making her take more and more of your cock, until she reaches her limit. There are still two inches to go, but Joy's gag reflex acts up, as you force her further.

She coughs and you loosen your grip. Joy lets your cock fall out of her mouth. She breaths heavily as strings of her saliva connect your cock with her red lips.

You feel Chaewon move underneath you, so you look down. She has gotten in a more comfortable position, now able to eat out Joy and finger herself at the same time.

Pulling the older one's head towards you again, you smear her own saliva all over her lips and chinn with your cock. Joy's face slowly starts to become a mess, once you force her onto your cock once more. Everytime Chaewon moans due to her fingers in her snatch, she makes Joy moan in return. This makes her humm around your shaft, sending vibrations through your whole body.

You start to make Joy gag on your cock over and over again as you get rougher with her. She barely has any make up on, which you could ruin. But it doesn't prevent her from letting tears fall down her cheeks. The glistening drops mix together with her saliva as they reach her mouth and chin. Her disheveled hair is now only held up my the loose bun in your hand. She keeps trying to escape from her handcuffs. Although you don't know if she wants you to stop, or wants to pull you further towards her. She isn't exactly able to speak at the moment.

Instead, Chaewon does the talking occasionally. You wonder how she is so talkative while still being able to make her unnie moan on your cock.

"I didn't expect this to be so good. Daddy, you should have a taste."

You are too busy with making a mess out of Joy to really answer.

"I wish you would fuck my face like that. Ruin it. Make me choke on that cock of yours."

You give her a light pat on the head, signaling her to keep her attention on eating out Joy.

After another couple of seconds of constant gagging, you let Joy take a deep breath. Her saliva is coating your shaft. The strings, connecting you two, have grown in numbers. They bind you together almost like a spiderweb. One is almost as thick as Joy's pinky. Her drool dribbles down her chin, staining the police vest covering her chest.

Once you think she has recovered enough, you pull her back onto your cock. Joy hasn't said a word since you started to fuck her face. Her eyes do all the talking, since her mouth is stuffed with cock. They are clouded with lust. Like a storm that is going to start at any moment.

It's difficult to sense it, because she keeps gagging, but the time between Joy's moans becomes shorter and shorter. Her mouth making you feel incredible as you slowly start to approach your own climax as well. Chaewon seems to be doing a good job on Joy's snatch as Joy starts to squirm on the chair. She closes her thighs around the younger girl's head, trapping her in between.

You make Joy gag on your cock without a break now. You try to chase your own orgasm, forcing yourself down her throat. Deeper and deeper. Until it won't go further.

Glancing to the floor, you see a huge puddle of juices underneath the three of you. It must be a combination of Joy's and Chaewon's juices and Joy's saliva, which keeps dripping down her chin.

You feel Joy trying to say something, but she can't. Your cock is as deep down her throat as it would go. But the message is an obvious one.

It takes the two of you only a couple of moments, until you both break. Joy's thighs shake wildly as she cums, threatening to crush Chaewon's head in between them. The muscles in her throat tighten around you, making you cum in her mouth. You shoot your cum inside of her as she trembles on the chair. Her own cum starts to stain Chaewon's face, making her look almost as messed up as Joy.

When you have finally nothing left to give, you slowly pull out of Joy's mouth.

She looks at you with satisfied eyes, opening her mouth slightly. You watch her swirl her tongue around in your pool of cum.

"Give me some."

Chaewon underneath you whines like a child.

Joy leans down a little, opening her mouth further. Long ropes of your cum fall out of her mouth. She keeps some of it for herself, but most of the precious liquid falls towards Chaewon.

The young girl already opened her mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. She moans as your cum hits her tongue.

The two of them play around with it in their mouths for a while, before they both swallow it. First Joy, then Chaewon.

"Untie me now. And I will turn this night into the best of your life."

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Author's note:

Hey, everyone! Thank you all for reading and voting. As soon as I saw Chaewon's insta upload, I had to write this. And since I'm watching Joy's kdrama right now, I couldn't stop thinking about her either. I know the concept of this and the last chapter are similar, but I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to write about Joy being handcuffed while wearing her uniform.

I hope you enjoyed it anyways. This wasn't planned, but I will do the rest of the pending requests soon.

Have a nice day!

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… marley hans capturing scout/titan shifter reader and doing experiments on her while being a flirt *runs away*

captive — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You're a Titan shifter responsible for handling the Female Titan but you were held captive by a Marleyan scientist who won't stop flirting with you. CONTENT. Suggestive content, nothing explicit, just Hange being a huge flirt, implied sex WORD COUNT. 2.3k A/N. omg anon i swear this idea is on my hange drafts already. love this idea so muchh

It could have been afternoon or midnight but the place you were detained to cannot even allow a sliver of light. You knew it had been hours ago, but your skin still tingled from being captured by hundreds of sharp harpoons, encasing your Female Titan in a tight restraint. Next thing you knew, you were back to your human form, surrounded by people in lab coats while they converse in crazed enthusiasm as though they were trained to gawk at the likes of you. They tied you up with much restraint from how you were struggling, even landing a blind fist or two on whoever touched you. You observed how haphazard and loose the ropes in your hands were. If you weren't so drained, you could have made an escape considering how busy those scientists were in sputtering words sounding nonsense from how fast they were talking. The noise only stopped at the entrance of a familiar figure, one imposing authority who ordered all of them out of that lab room.

Dr. Zoë. That's the name they were addressed by. Despite the authority this new figure seemed to be holding, one of the unruly in that bunch had the nerve to protest, even addressing them by their first name.

Hange.

From the darkness, the sharp look in their eyes was enough to disconcert anyone, causing any further protests from those scientists to clam up. The group left the room after being ordered for the last time.

In the faint muted light illuminating the room, you observed this person with relaxed eyes matching their sharp features. The brown locks framing their face along those rimmed glasses made them look so enchanting in this light. They pulled two chairs from the side, sitting on one before they offered you the other.

"Hello there. Y/N, isn't it? Nice to have you here." They smiled. It unsettled you not because they're creepy but it was said with much welcoming tenderness. You're beginning to notice how lovely the shade of brown in their eyes looked.

You were on the verge of obeying but snapped immediately and reminded yourself that this person is your enemy. The one that led to your capture as you remembered.

"I'm not sitting there. Go to hell," you said with much bitterness.

But Hange wasn't one to get mad so easily. Their anger wasn't something pleasant to be on the receiving end of. They only smiled at you, flashing the mischief in their eyes.

"Such rude words from such a pretty girl. Is that how you island devils greet other people?" they smirked, the way they were sitting cross-legged almost felt like a taunt. You only glared in response, fingering over the loose ropes on your back. Hange sighed, a small knowing smile remained on their face before they stood up and went to your back. They pulled you to their body, your back almost pressing against their chest as they tightened the ropes around your wrists. A warning, a way to tell you that they're not to be messed around with.

"Right. Sorry. Please don’t get offended, I'm only messing with you. Just sit down," they said, almost apologetic for their previous remark as they forced you down on the chair.

Once you were sitting down, they knelt in front of you, this time busying their hands around restraining your feet. They spoke as they did so.

"You know, those scientists harassing you earlier, they could be authorized if they wanted to. But I'm the head of this experiment so don't you worry. I'm handling you from now on. Aren't you excited?" Hange looked softly at you but it wasn't exactly a comforting one.

You divert your attention from them, trying to focus on the issue at hand.

"What the hell do you want from me? The Female Titan?"

Hange shook their head, sitting back in their chair after tying up your feet. "We're not there yet. I'm here to observe you for a while."

They explained all the things you would undergo. All the tests they spoke of seemed to be directed at measuring the extent of the Female Titan's battle strength and endurance. This scientist's intuition placed a fear within you. You knew that they would get all the answers they needed after a few weeks of the experiment. They act flirty and playful to mask the intent and determination to get their questions answered.

"What makes you think I'll cooperate with you?" you glared at them.

"Oh, you will. You have no choice, after all," Hange answered with a slight chuckle.

"Perhaps. But I'll make every moment of this experiment a hell for you." That much was true, you wanted to prove that having you will never be easy. The Marleyans may pride themselves on technological and weaponry advancement but your resourcefulness and skills were honed through rough training. The careful and organized capture plan of the Marleyan military was enough to prove that you weren't easy prey.

"Oh, great then. I love difficult things," they grinned, taking a clipboard from their table. They read over the contents, gently nibbling at the cap as they were thinking. You wanted to kick down the leg of their chair from how lightly they were taking this.

"All right, let's start," they spoke again. "You hardened your body to escape us but failed. I still have a few samples of that crystalline substance."

They raised their eyes above their glasses to look at you, their gaze traveling along the length of your arm.

"You still have tiny scabs on your skin from your failure to transform. Can I see?" they asked. But you only pursed your lips in response, remaining watchful of their actions.

Hange would not take no for an answer anyway so they began to work on untying the restraint around one of your wrists. However, they paused and added, "I'll free your arm but promise not to punch me, alright? I saw the nasty bruise you did on my co-worker's face and I don't want that. It won't look good on me, don't you think?"

They kept that playful manner of talking, their chair kept close to yours as both of your knees were almost brushing. You're in a position where Hange almost fills your vision. They were so close that you only had to lean a few inches to bite their ear off. You don't know whether this one is careless or crazy but you suspect the latter to be more true.

"I think you'll look even more handsome with your head bashed in," you smiled, trying to unnerve them by giving them the same flirty treatment. But they only replied with a laugh.

"Oh, come on. Don't get kinky with me just yet," they smirked at you, a hand now firmly around your freed wrist. They focused their attention on the irregular scabs, protruding at the surface of your skin. They eyed it like a creature fresh out of water, gently running a slender finger over them, prodding, and poking a nail to the rim of each scab glued to your skin. You winced and slightly shuddered at the touch to which Hange responded by retracting their finger abruptly.

"Hurts?" They had to ask despite knowing you wouldn't respond properly. Hange was still amused by how hard it was to gain even a bit of your trust. If anything, it made you even more fascinating in their eyes.

"Let me see what I can do for you," Hange stood up and walked over to a drawer. They lifted a few things, and eventually retrieved a small bottle of healing cream fitted perfectly on their palm. They popped the lid open and applied an ample amount on their fingers.

They kneeled beside you once again and said, "Don't worry, it'll soothe the pain. This will soften the scabs so you can gently peel them off in the morning."

They spread the cool cream over the scabs, careful not to scratch the surface. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at how soft their face looked despite their sharp, handsome features. They looked even more captivating up close. Hange turned their head and looked at you this time, maybe waiting for a reaction or a query.

You furrowed your eyebrows at their action, averting your eyes before saying "Why are you staring at me like a creep?"

"Hm, look who's talking. You're the one staring first," Hange brought their lips near your ear. "You think I didn't catch you, sweetheart?"

"Don't mind me planning how to kill you," you retorted, trying to save yourself from being confronted with something else. And it wasn't helping that your voice broke, and weakened, submitting to their flirty attitude. Hange smiled to themself as they caught this.

The tension between you thickened, so much that it could be pierced if Hange even brushed their hand against you. You cursed under your breath as your heart raced, thumping out of your chest in the most unlikely manner unfit for your situation. Hange kept the look of amusement on their face, gaze lowering to your lip. It frustrates you as your mind debates whether you want to violently bite their lip off, or kiss them.

"You're quite a fascinating one, you know," Hange spoke, the low tone of their voice suggested something else rather than fascination. Their hand lightly ran on the expanse of your back.

"And you're a weird one," you whispered, gulping down the arousal thickening in your throat.

Hange chuckled, a hand brushing the hair out of your face. "I bet you get off on that, right? It must be the crazy ones that do it for you."

"Shut up."

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You heard the gentle whirring of a fan as you woke up from the couch. Hange's lab coat buttoned on your body enough to prevent your breasts from spilling out. They sat beside you, drinking cold beer as they read several reports. However, their eyes brightened as they caught you awake. They offered you a drink, the beer can cold against your cheek as you pouted slightly at them.

"I can't believe I slept with you," you muttered, popping the can open with a fizz before bringing it to your lips.

"You're saying that when you're the one half-naked on my couch," Hange smirked, rising to the couch so they could sit beside you. An arm wrapped around your waist, their other holding their clipboard as they said, "Interesting observation from you. You have a lot of stamina. Very suitable for the Female Titan."

"Oh, god. Shut up," you turned your head away as you drank, knowing very well where they derived that observation. You tried to trace back how the hell your clothes were tossed aside in that lab. To start it out, they trusted you enough to free your wrists and feet. One moment they were telling you about titans and titan shifters, and the next how beautiful your eyes would look in natural light. They still want to talk about bipedal animals related to titan behavior but your lips had already crashed against theirs, with much intensity that brought the two of you collapsing on the couch. It was safe to say that it was your fault that the shirt they were wearing was missing at least three buttons. Hange poked at the lovely blush creeping on your cheek as you tried your hardest to not get flustered.

"Hah, you're blushing. Cute," Hange chuckled. Their eyes softened once again as they gently tilted your head towards them. "Hey, listen to me... How about we make a deal?"

They turned you in a way that you were listening to them. They pushed up their glasses, easily fixing the brown locks of hair you were tugging on earlier so nothing got on their face as they spoke to you.

"You'll give me your cooperation, and I'll provide you safety. None of those Marleyan scientists will get their hands on you," Hange began, their body almost pressing against yours from how close they were sitting. "Don't worry, you'll just have to sit pretty and follow my methods. I'll be the only one to handle you."

Your eyes searched for the glint of dishonesty, or some form of mischievous deceit in their eyes but found none. No matter how much you convinced yourself that they were lying, every part of you denounced it.

"I hope you're ready since it will just be you and me until the experimentation ends," they said finally smiling to themselves. They sipped on their drink, waiting for you to speak.

Trust is the beginning of a soldier's downfall. You knew that. It was drilled in your mind, every day for half of your life. You're supposed to thrive off deception, of the manipulation of your enemies, and this one right here in front of you was no exception. Doesn't matter if they sounded so genuine or if they were fucking you half an hour ago. However, your resolve blurs when you look at them, your concept of what is right or wrong coalesces with what you need and desire.

You just remained silent, setting down your drink before climbing on their lap much to their surprise.

"I'm not answering any of that right now. Bear the mystery. Play with fire. That's what you like after all, Hange..." you whispered into their ear, your answer playing safe in case anything else may occur between you.

Your answer only made Hange's heart thump, you can almost feel how it raced when pressed against your bare chest. Hange circled their hands around your waist once again, pulling you more into their lap.

Their lips brushed against your neck as they said, "Fine by me. I bet this would make things a lot more interesting, don't you think?"

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tinfairies · 1 month

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You're Not In Control

Strade x GN! Reader

TW: force feeding, starvation, vomit, torture, fingernail pulling... Strade is a warning in of himself.

A/N: thank you to my beautiful wife for the German translations, I hope I used them right. Also this is the first thing I've ever written for Strade and I'm still not super confident I got him right so... Be nice please.

Thinking about being held captive by Strade.

You had earned the privilege of leaving the basement. (with the shock collar on of course)

You were defiant and he liked that, he liked that he hadn't entirely broken you.

Strade noticed that you didn't eat much, and slowly you started eating nothing at all.

He didn't care at first, Ren didn't eat much when he was first brought up from the basement either.

As it continued he got irritated and realized that it wasn't just anxiety keeping you from eating. You were starving yourself intentionally.

Strade didn't like that. For many reasons, but mainly because he didn't have control.

He acted like a stubborn dad at first, telling you that you couldn't leave the table until you finished your food.

"Alright, schatz. We're going to sit here until you can behave and eat." his voice dripped with venom.

Your defiance struck a fire in him when you just sat and stared at the plate.

It was decent food, steak that'd been cut up for you, green beans and potatoes. By all means it was a good meal.

But you were stubborn and refused to relenquish total control to that psychopath.

Strade sent Ren off to bed, and sat at the table all night with you. Trying to break you.

It didn't work.

The next night, he started to try and beat you into eating.

"Wenn du es nicht anders willst, bitte. We'll do it your way then." You should have been scared, and part of you was, but all that bubbled up was anger.

He removed his belt and struck you all along your back.

Dark welts formed underneath the thin shirt you were wearing, and you dropped to the floor after a few minutes of endless beating.

He kicked your ribs, the steel toe of his boot slamming into your fragile bones. You tried not to cry out, but sobs tore through your throat despite the effort. The final kick to you stomach was so hard that you threw up bile.

"Kleine Zicke! You fucking brat!" He barked, and you spent the night in the basement.

That didn't break you either.

The third night he tied your wrists and ankles to the chair and tried force feeding you.

"Mund auf. Open." he spoke like a steel knife.

Each time you spit it out, he stabbed the fork into your arm. You still didn't break.

He then put a ring gag in your mouth and tried to force a protein drink down your throat, you threw that up as well.

On the fourth night, he tied you to the chair again, but this time brought a pair of pliers up from the basement.

Each time you spit the food out, he'd pluck a fingernail from your hand.

He ran out of fingernails to remove, and you still hadn't swallowed a single bite and there was blood all over the floor.

A needless mess.

The fifth night was the final straw.

Strade had you and Ren sit at the table, he placed a plate of food in front of you and said that Ren wasn't getting food until you eat.

The look in your eyes excited him, it was defiant as always but it held a look of pleading.

A look that said "this isn't about him, leave him alone"

The three of you sat for hours, and it wasn't until you heard the sound of Ren's stomach growl that you finally gave in.

You took a bite of food, then looked to Strade. He just motioned for you to continue. By the third or fourth bite you realized that he was going to make you finish the whole plate before feeding Ren.

Once the plate was polished off, you dropped the fork abruptly. The sound of the metal clanging on the porcelain made Ren jump, and Strade just laughed then clapped his hands together.

"Sehr gut. That wasn't so hard now was it?" The smile on his face made you want to lash out.

You gave him that same fiery look as usual, but at least Ren got to eat.

#boyfriend to death #btd #btd strade #boyfriend to death strade #ren hana #ren btd #ren boyfriend to death #emetophobia

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ezri261 · 1 year

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Personal Assistant…

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 5.1

Part 4

Warnings: Degradation, size kink, belly bulge, drinking an unknown substance, drugging, dacryphilia, spanking, cursing, crying, feminization, sadism, masochism, gagging, humiliation, collar-pulling, blindfold

a/n: oh boy, we're in for a ride.

(M/N) woke up and immediately felt something on his eye, and he immediately got up and looked in the mirror. It was an eye patch, it had a unique design to it, and it was on the eye that he had just lost due to Dottore going on with his outburst.

He could only sigh, it's not like he can complain about it. He does not want to lose both of his eyes and become permanently blind, no. Furthermore, he looked at the time and saw that it was four in the morning, the perfect time to get ready and not deal with the Doctor complaining that he was late.

Whilst (M/N) got ready, Dottore was at his lab, running around too excitedly for his own well-being, even his clones were confused. He was making an unknown mixture that specifically does something to your mind and body, and he was making sure that the effects were going to be strong and effective.

“Sir, I'm here.”

A voice called out from the other side of the door, before coming in and shutting it, making the light from the outside peer in for only just a second.

“Good, now sit down on that chair, we're still not done from yesterday, traitor.”

(M/N) quietly sat down without hesitation, not wanting another 'incident' happening. Dottore then went on with his work, wanting to perfect the unknown mixture, and when (M/N) saw what it looked like, he was pretty… Nervous per se, not every day you see the Doctor being passionate about something, which was unsettling, to say the least…

“Put on this blindfold, you brat. You're going to be my new lab rat for the next few days, we'll see if you can survive.”

“Yes, sir.”

(M/N) reluctantly put on the blindfold, not wanting to question any further, because if he does, Archons know what this man would do to him.

He suddenly got his mouth forced open and a cold liquid went into his mouth, and with no choice, he had to swallow it, the liquid itself was disgusting, he wanted to throw up, and his stomach felt weird, his body felt hot, his body was sensitive— wait what?

“What are you feeling right now?”

“Sensitive.”

“Good, anything else?”

Dottore knew what he wanted, it was right in front of him.

“… Needy… Hot…”…

(M/N) was inhaling and exhaling at this point, what was in that mixture? He doesn't want to know, he just wanted this feeling to end.

“It's working… Do you want that feeling to end?”

“Yes, please…”

“Well, too bad, pretty boy.”

Dottore walked forward and took his blindfold off, the cloth now sitting at his neck. Now (M/N) could fully see the Doctor, when did he become so hot—?

“You're staring, pretty boy.”

“Sorry.”

He wasn't tied up or anything, so what was stopping him from ravaging the man in front of him? Fear. The same man was grinning at (M/N)'s state, it was amusing for him to see that his own very emotionless assistant was making faces like this.

Dottore slowly took everything off until he was only wearing his shirt and some pants, and it made (M/N)'s mind go hazy, almost making his dick do the talking, but he held himself back because of the same reason— fear.

“What are you waiting for, hm? I want this experiment to be done as soon as possible.”

And that's all it took for (M/N) to pin him to the desk that was conveniently behind Dottore, and it made him groan out of pain, but he let the male take the lead, curious and excited about what he will do.

You started licking and biting his neck, making him squirm under you, he's quite impatient, isn't he? It looks like he's been waiting for this very moment to happen, but you were too focused on making him feel good, as well as yourself.

“Y-yeah, that's it, ravage me like you want it.”

Dottore panted and squirmed, his pants started to feel uncomfortable, he wanted to take them off, but you were preventing him from moving

(M/N) took his shirt off, along with Dottore's and it looked marvelous. His body was littered with miniature scars and some past bruises.

“Beautiful…”

(M/N) stared at him in disbelief

“Get on with it already!”

TBC BC I WANT TO UPDATE YOU GUYS AFTER HOW LONG GOD KNOWS WHAT

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cairavende · 6 months

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Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Chatterbug #Smugbug #Taylor Hebert #MURDERWALL!!!#Lisa Wilbourn #My daughter is so terrifying and she absolutely does not realize how much #The feelings Taylor had when she realized how terrifyingly powerful Labyrinth was is the same feeling everyone else has around Taylor #She literally is one step away from turning any moment into a horror movie. I love her so much.

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voxmortuus · 11 months

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Hello dear, can you do a 2nd part of "Obsession" can be some dark smut with Will Graham?? Just if you feel comfortable

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 920 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abducted reader | Profanity | Non-Con | Non-Con while sleeping | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Implied Breeding | Reader Struggle | Building of Stockholm Syndrome | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►IN STORY DIVIDER CREDIT: @firefly-graphics ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist | Obsession Pt. 1

"No, no, please, You don't have anyone else. I promise. You won't want to go home after this. Relax. Okay? I'll show you." He nodded.

Shaking your head you look at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "No, no. Mr. Graham you need to let me go! Now! Take me home! Let me go! I won't say anything to anyone! Please, just let me go." You plead.

"Will, please, call me Will. I'm sorry, I cannot let you go. You'll see. You'll be happy here. You just need to trust me and let me show you." He was insistent and it was clear you weren't going anywhere.

Looking around at the chair you're tied to, and you sigh softly. "Well since you're going to keep me here, may as well take to a bed, this chair is very uncomfortable."

"After dinner." he assures you. He stands up and leaves the room.

Looking around you growl at your situation. There really isn't much you can do right now besides just sit here and look around. Looking toward the window you notice how dark it is becoming, and you're far from thrilled, you try to find a way to escape but it seems he's thought this all through. You weren't getting lose from the rope, and he could easily physically overpower you, so this was just a fucked situation you've found yourself in.

Bringing in dinner after what seemed like hours, he sat with you, and fed you dinner. He was kind, he was tender, he even wiped your mouth, but you were so ready to just stab him in the eye with that fork and get the hell out of there. No matter what you did you were stuck there, you were not going anywhere and he made that quite clear.

"Thank you for dinner, Will, it was very good. But I think after the way today went, I think sleep is in good order." You state. Mostly, you wanted out of this damn chair.

Agreeing he brought you to the room in which you would be staying, and he looked at you. He offered you something to get changed into. He went from having your arms tied up, to having you chained to the bed. He cut your pants from you so you didn't have to worry about those, and he placed the nightgown on the bed and walked away closing the door behind him.

Now you look around this room, there was no way you were going to be able to get out, windows were barred?! What the hell!? You couldn't break anything to use as a weapon, there was no way you were escaping at this point. "Fuck." you growl.

Getting dressed you climb into bed. At least that was comfortable.

Will had very quietly had made it into your room. He watched you sleep. Licking his lips his own excitement getting the better of him. He observed how soft your skin looked like in the moonlight. How you legs looked slightly parted as you slept. Your breathing, the way your hair fell. He felt his mouth water slightly as he walked to you, and lightly ran his finger lightly up your leg. You stir a moment but don't wake.

Stripping down he sneaks in bed behind you and lightly turns you into him. At first you don't react, you groan a moment, but you continue to sleep. He lifts your nightgown and presses himself against you.

Feeling himself stiffen with want, he groans softly as he begins to roll his hips ever so slightly against you. It was the moment he shoved himself inside you that you woke up and started to fight.

"STOP! NO!" You scream.

"Shhh.. it's okay." He tells you.

"I SAID NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you plead.

But he doesn't stop. He wraps his arms around you and continues to thrust harder. Between crying and trying to get out of his grip you close your eyes and try to go to another place. You continue to beg and plead for him to stop, to let you go, that you won't tell anyone. But he doesn't, it only fuels his thirsty wants.

His thrusts become faster. He turns you over onto your back and you try and fight him, but he pins you down and slips his heavy cock between your legs and thrusts harder, faster, deeper. While you may not want it, you're getting wetter with the action. You begin to fight a little less, and begin to accept what is happening because there is no stopping it.

Laying there, void of emotion, silent tears leaving your eyes as look toward the window. As soon as it started it had ended. You feel him seeping from between your legs. Was this what this was going to turn into? Why you? Why were you here? Did he really love you?

The next morning he comes in, homemade breakfast, and fresh flowers from the garden outside. He opens your window, and you smell the flowers outside your window, and you hear the birds.

"Eat, you'll need your strength." He smiles softly and looks over you as he sits across from you.

You don't know how to feel, maybe this could be good right? Think positive? Maybe this will be good. You give a small smile and look down at your plate, you had to admit the chocolate chip pancakes smelt delicious, and that orange juice was inviting. Okay Will... Let's see what happens.

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eggtartz · 7 months

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✧ 7th October ✧

Levi Ackerman // Distractions (f! MP reader)

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warnings : brat reader, slight degradation, office sex

it felt too normal as you waltzed into levi ackerman's office with paper in hand, the military police has sent you here to check on the weekly reports of the corps and usually sends you since the captain had a specific fondness to you and reserved for you only

"levi ~!" you sang as you barged in his office with no care at all, earning a small 'tch' from the man as he grew custom to your shenanigans. "what do you want, noisy brat?" he asked, the nickname making you smiled "the reports, duh. the MP has been kicking at me for it" you rolled your eyes and sighed "the reports isn't done yet. the selection just happened yesterday. come again tomorrow" he said with a blank tone as you snapped your neck at him "hah?! isn't done yet? what am i supposed to do then, just go back?" you frowned, hands on your hips

"why? does going back sounds so bad?" he asked, not sparing a look at you. "no, but they'll nag me for it! i hate people nagging at me, you know that!" you said and he sighed "it'll be done tomorrow" he said again. you huffed and sat down on the front chair "i'm not leaving without the report so i'll just stay here" you said, sitting quietly as levi took one glance and scribbled over the paper. it was quiet for a good twenty minutes before you groaned loudly "it's taking so long!"

"that's why i told you to come tomorrow, noisy brat" he glared at you as you kept making small noises of frustrations and boredom "ugh, i need some activity. i can't just sit" you puffed your chest and jumped from your seat, going to the sides of the office. levi kept watching you as he wrote the report while you and your curiosity reaches it peak. "sooo i heard erwin scouted more kids?" you made small talks that surely annoyed levi because you couldn't just shut up. "yes" he answered simply that made you pouted as you approached him. "must be difficult for you, huh?" you asked, a tinge of mischief in your tone that he caught.

"what do you mean by that?" he asked as you smiled "oh, nothing!" you cheekily winked at him as you went to stand up again but oh, how agitated levi was. he was disturbed and you were being so noisy while he's working plus with that mischievous behavior of yours? he snapped.

"come here, brat" he pulled your hand and slammed you on the table and you winced. "the fuck levi?!" you grunted as you rubbed back but levi pinned you down on the table "some people ought to teach some manners and learn how to shut up" he hissed and you rolled your eyes "can't deal with slight noise?" you said with annoyance and it made levi more agitated.

"someone," he unbuckled his belt "has to discipline you" he tied your wrists with the belt making you writhe "this is your thing?" you asked, challenging him but you made a wrong move as he slapped you "shut up" you looked at him with an offended and was going to curse at him as he slapped you again "what did i say? either that mouth gets slapped or you shut the fuck up" he hissed. you snarled "i can say what ever hell i want! i can curse and-" you rambled on as levi shooked his head, finding a way into your trousers "you never learn" he said as he loosened the belt of your pants

"w-what are you doing?" you looked at him with horror but got replied with a cold look from him "talk again and i'll make sure to do more" he threatened, sending unexpected thrill to your crotch that he definitely felt since he was holding your inner thigh.

"what was that? don't tell me you're excited about this?"

"a-am not!" you stuttered

"definitely are. i bet when i rip this shitty pants off, you're leaking wet" he said, a dangerous tone used "do we want to test that theory?" he hummed, hands on the hem of your pants but not taking it off without your permission. it was exhilarating being on this position, all spread wide, hands tied in front of the humanity's strongest "y-yes.." you eventually said and nodded. he smiled and pulled down your pants, your underwear indeed soaked, a patch of wetness in the middle "look at you, filthy one. you like this?" he asked, flicking your pussy through the material and bend down to take a sniff "such a sweet smell" he said slowly, dangerous eyes boring into yours

"l-levi.. levi!" you squealed when he ripped off your underwear, leaving you bare and wet pussy to his view "what a dirty sight" he scoffed and pulled himself back, yanking his trousers off "a sight i'd kill to enjoy again and again" he rubbed the tip of his cock on your entrance.

you made small moans as you looked down, his veiny dick red and angry, waiting to pierce through. "captain.. i'm.. a-ah.." you whined as he thrusted the tip in but quickly pulling back "what did i say? someone ought to teach you how to run your mouth" he mocked as you writhed "y-yes.. i'll.. nnghh.. won't do it again please captain put it in" you whined, teary eyes but he still denied "i dont believe you, noisy brat"

"promise, captain.. please.. give me.. want your cock in me" you sniffled as he smiled again "that's a good brat" he thrusted once, deep and rough

"wasn't too difficult was it?" he taunted as his dick speared into your pussy as your mouth fell open, the heavenly feeling overwhelming you as your hand scratched the table behind you. "o-oh.." you huffed and panted as levi smiled sadistically "c'mon. you have a mouth so brash but falls aparta once you have some dick in you. whore" he pulled your hair as he whispered moans and filthy words into your ear.

"dirty whore. you don't walk around letting me screw you as you please, do you?" he asked, a tinge of jealousy in his tone "n-no, you're the only one" you managed to answer as you whimpered, him grabbing onto your breasts "gonna cum, where do you want me? answer me, y/n" he growled as you whimpered "inside.. inside, captain" you said softly as his pace fastened, looking for the spot as he came inside you. your pussy welcomed his sperm as tour feet twitched and tongue rolled out

"next time, don't be such a distraction. or else, i have to do worse than that"

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baraadmirer · 4 months

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Content warning: contains an instance of felching and incestuous undertones.

"So, Nico, you can't even handle taking money from old man Smith? Pathetic." I look up and can't move. I've been tied to a wooden chair as the boss' son glares down at me, his barrel chest almost blocking out the only lamp hanging from the basement ceiling.

"Daniel, please, I—" I start, but he interrupts me.

"You're making me look bad, Nico. I don't like disappointing my father." He raises his leg and puts his shoe on the chair, just above my shoulder before pushing it, sending it and me crashing to the ground. He walks around to me. "I might as well get something out of this." My mouth opens but no words come out as I watch Daniel unfasten his belt and his jeans fall to the ground. He slips off his briefs and slaps his dick on my cheek. I look at it for a moment before I open my mouth and let it slip in.

"Yeah, that's it, slobber on my knob," he grunts as he forces his thick 8-inch cock further down my throat. I can feel a few drops of pre trickling down my esophagus. "This is all you're good for, isn't it?" he snarls as he repeatedly stabs the back of my throat with his meat. He thrusts in deep and I look up, tears forming in my eyes. He's panting lightly, his eyes scrunched in concentration, and his blue shirt is starting to get stained around his pits.

"That's what you should do from now on: make me feel good," spits Daniel. "Take it, take it all!" he roars as he goes all the way in, and I can feel the rhythmic pulsing from the underside of his cock pressing against my tongue as he deposits his cum down my throat. Not wanting to upset him any further I suppress my urge to gag and do my best to swallow it all. He moans in pleasure as he feels my throat grip on him before he withdraws his dick. He spends a minute panting before he sets the chair upright and unties me.

Daniel crouches down to my eye level and gets into my face. I can feel the warm air from his nostrils brush down across my cheeks. "Get out, bitch," he says menacingly. "I don't want to see your face for a week, understand?" He flings open the door and leaves. I wearily get up on my feet and leave the estate. I find a nearby phone booth and call a friend to crash at. As I walk down the street, I can't get the image of his stern, hard brown eyes out of my mind. It was a sheer display of power and intimidation that caused my heart to flutter in excitement.

Three days later, I'm walking down the street when a sleek black Rolls-Royce passes by me before stopping a few meters ahead. One of the rear windows rolls down and as I walk by a deep voice calls out. "You are Nico Rossi, yes?" I glance back and involuntarily jump a little.

Sitting in the back is a rugged man nearing his mid-50s. Broad-shouldered, solid chest, and a glance that said to everyone he meant business. However, what sticks out to me is his striking resemblance to someone I know very well. "Don Angelo!" I blurt out.

"It is getting very cold," he says to me in accented English. "Please, come in." He gestures to the door. I pull on it and it opens effortlessly. "Come, sit next to me," he commands in a gentle tone. I obey without a second thought as the door closes behind me. The crisp evening air gives way to a still warmth. "Andiamo," he calls out to the driver. The car begins to move.

"Thank you very much for letting me in, sir," I say haltingly. I've never met the man in person.

"Do not mention it," he replies. "Your mother, bless her soul, had asked me to look over you if anything happened to her. You are alright?"

"I am okay, uh, sir. I was just headed back to my friend's place for the night." He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh? I thought you were living under my son's roof as you are one of his men." A statement; not a question.

"I wa– I am! He just didn't want to see me for a while because I'm a disappointment." The last word rings hollow in the confines of the car. "I couldn't get money from someone so he threw me out for a bit."

"I see. I will need to have a talk with my son soon. I thought coming to this country would give him opportunities..." Don Angelo's eyebrows furrow and he looks frustrated.

"Oh, there is no need!" I say, flustered. "He just has high standards for his men. I... I just don't meet them."

"My son is showing that he does not know who his men are," he says coldly. He raises his arm and pats my head. "You are a kind soul, Nico. I expected you to do something like helping my son manage documents and such. If you would like, I can release you from his service."

"That is kind of you, sir, but I want to make him happy. He really looks up to you." My cheeks grow warm and I turn away from him.

"Is something the matter?" he asks me.

"No, not at all, sir," I reply, a little too hastily. "Daniel, er, your son really looks like you is all." His hand drifts from the top of my head to around my shoulder.

"Ever since his mother died he has been looking for me to guidance. He chuckles before lowering his voice. "You are very devoted to him, are you not?"

"Oh, yes! Er, not as much as to you, of course," I hastily correct myself.

"Oh?" He presses his fingers to my chin and forces me to look at him again as he breaks into a playful smile. "Then perhaps you will have to demonstrate it to me." He looks out the window. "We have arrived. Nico, open the door, would you?"

I open the car door to a large building. Not quite a mansion, but a building almost the size of a Broadway theater that is somewhat secluded from the rest of the city. Out of the corner of my eye I catch Don Angelo speaking with one of the guards, but what he's saying is beyond me.

"Come, Nico," he calls out without turning to me. He leads me up a flight of stairs to his office. It's well-furnished, with a large leather armchair placed behind a mahogany desk. He sinks into the chair and places an elbow on an armrest, watching me with a cocked head as he places his other hand on his knee. "So, show me your devotion," he says to me. I walk in front of him and get onto one knee.

"Yes, sir," I say. I take his hand and kiss the back of it. He continues to watch me as he raises one of his feet and slowly presses it into my crotch.

"Is that as far as your devotion goes?" he teases. "For tonight, you may touch me as you like. There's no need to be afraid, Nico." I swallow nervously and nod as I stand up. I lower my head and kiss him on the cheek once before planting my lips on his. As I explore his mouth I can taste the lingering tobacco on his breath. After I take my shirt off I go to take his off, struggling to get both pieces off as they were clinging tightly to his physique. There's a moment where I take in his lightly-hirsute torso before I use my tongue to explore each crevice. He lets out a low rumble of pleasure as I work my way down.

As I start to undo Don Angelo's belt, he rises from the chair and leans against the edge of the table. I continue to disrobe him as I pull his pants down, revealing a large bulge straining to break free of the boxers it's trapped in. As I pull the boxers down, his cock springs out, 10 inches long and thick. A bead of precum is already forming from his cockslit. I lick it off and slowly lower my jaw to accommodate its entry. "Take it easy, Nico," he tells me. "Not many have been able to take all of it at once." I slowly cram the first 3 inches down my throat and begin to suck.

I gradually swallow more of his cock down my throat and pick up speed. The accents of salt become more pronounced on my tongue as I wrap it around the shaft. My jaw starts to ache, and I release it, slightly panting for air. "Relax," Don Angelo says to me. "Let's try this instead." He stands me up and gently pushes me onto the table faceup. He picks up my legs and rests them on his shoulders before grabbing his cock and rubbing it over my hole. "I'll go slow," he reassures me as he pushes lightly against my ass. I try and relax as much as I can, but as his head makes its way in I fail to hold back tears and a whimper of pain.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Don Angelo consoles me. He caresses my cheek as he inches further into me. He's about two-thirds of the way in when he stops. "I'm going to start moving now." He slowly withdraws his cock until only the head remains in me before plunging it back in. Gradually picking up speed, my whimpers graduate into moans as he eventually goes balls-deep into me, rubbing my prostate. "That's it, you're doing so well," he says between grunts. "Do you like it?"

"I feel so... good!" The last word comes out in a strained falsetto as one of his thrusts sends shivers of pleasure up my spine and causes my eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

"Come here," Don Angelo says as he wedges his hands between my back and the desk. Taking his cue I reach up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck as he lifts me up. He palms my ass cheeks as he slides me down on his dick before lifting me back up with imperceptible effort, save for the sweat on both of our bodies.

After two minutes of nonstop fucking his breathing grows laboured. "Ah, Nico! I'm—" Before he can finish his sentence, he lets out a long, drawn-out moan as I feel his cock twitch inside me. His legs, as sturdy as tree trunks, begin to quiver and buckle as he falls back into the chair. As my body's weight slams onto his pelvis, his head jerks to look at me with a surprised look before it melts into fulfilled pleasure and lolls backwards, mouth slightly agape. His dick hasn't finished pulsing. Finally getting a break from all the sensations my body was experiencing, I let myself fall onto him, my cheek resting against his clavicle as I try to breathe normally.

A knock on the door brings me back to my senses, and as I try to get off Don Angelo's cock, I hear him say "Enter".

The door opens and I hear a familiar voice say "What the fuck?!" I turn to look and see Daniel, horrified at what he just witnessed. "Nico! You're fucking my father?!" I hurriedly scramble off and cover my semi-hardon.

"It's not what it looks like!" I say, despite fully knowing well that it is exactly what it looks like. Daniel angrily saunters in my direction, clearly with the intent to throttle me.

"Daniel!" barks Don Angelo. "That's enough!"

"You asked for me to come!" he yells, albeit a little more subdued. He turns his attention back on me. "Getting out of my sight wasn't enough?"

"Daniele!" Don Angelo's voice reverberates throughout the room. "Basta." He's gesturing somewhere between my legs. I look down and feel a tiny trickle of the boss' cum running down the inside of my left thigh. "È un regalo per te." Daniel drops his jaw. "Bevi," the boss commands. "Nico, turn around." As I comply, something strikes me as odd about Daniel: did his pants get tighter? Don Angelo has a wry smile on his face. "You don't need to worry about getting cleaned up just yet."

Puzzled, I ask, "What do you mean by—" my question goes unfinished as I feel something crawl up my leg. The sensation it produces is like a feather slowly and lighting going up my spine. Looking down I see the top of Daniel's head under my crotch. "Daniel, oh my—" I gasp as he spreads my cheeks and starts flicking my hole with his tongue.

"Let it out, Nico," Don Angelo tells me. "Slowly." I relax my sphincter. Daniel becomes more ravenous as he starts slurping up his father's cum. His mustache tickles me and I can feel my cock reaching full mast.

"Oh, I'm so close," I moan with a strained voice. The boss stands up and gently grabs my dick before stroking it.

"Do it," he whispers in my ear as I feel my impending orgasm reach the point of no return. My eyes roll back as I give in and surrender my body to total pleasure. I am vaguely aware that Don Angelo has one arm propped on my shoulder and Daniel continues lapping at whatever's left in me.

As I return to my senses I realise that I shot my load into Don Angelo's other hand. He raises it to my face. "Keep it in your mouth," he instructs as he empties the contents. "Now give it to Daniel." I turn to look at the boss' son, who's now on his knees, panting with flushed cheeks. There is a large stain on his crotch. I hover over his face and let my cum slide out of my mouth into his. He remains unresponsive. "Escort him to his room and get him in the shower, Nico," Don Angelo commands.

"Of course, sir," I reply. As I get one of Daniel's arms around my shoulder, I pause and say out loud to myself, "Did all that really just happen? Maybe I'm just dreaming."

"You do not need to worry about that, Nico," Don Angelo responds. "It was all on my orders." He walks over to a closet and pulls out a bathrobe. "After all...

"That's how mafia works"

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fluffy-little-demon · 1 year

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Daddy's Perfect Toy

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

This is the nastiest thing I have ever written. and I blame it all on @visceravalentines and @ventiswampwater and both their Bo fics.

This is the first time I have ever written something like this where he isn't your husband he's just holding you captive. My Bo fics are normally soft and comforting but not today. No we're gonna fuck shit up or more like Bo's gonna fuck you up. Now I've only written smut a couple of times so just keep that in mind while reading this.

I'm 5ft and I'm using it in this fic. It does have a tiny tiny bit of softness just cause I can't help it. Reader is on their period during this cause I'm also suffering through it.

Warnings: smut, noncon it's gotten to a point where you kinda sorta like it but not really, bondage, forced orgasms, he is filming the entire thing, taking photos, daddy kink, choking, marking, biting, blood play, creampie, throat fucking, shoves his fingers/thumb in your mouth, dirty talk, degradation, praise, size difference, objectification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cockwarming, breeding kink, a lot of licking, cunnilingus.

Please let me know if I've missed something.

You woke up sometime in the afternoon with the worst stomach ache you've had in a while. You are sitting with your back against the bed's headrest. Your head falls down as if it's too heavy for your neck to hold up. Your bottom half is completely bare as it would 'restrict access' to have anything on, a certain man would say. The only item of clothing you are wearing is an old shirt that has a few holes in it. You're assuming it's Bo's. Slowly opening your eyes you see a red stain on the bed sheet in between your crossed legs. Your sleepy brain takes a couple minutes to realise that the stain is blood from your period. Your eyes widen as your head shoots up. You begin to panic because you know Bo won't be very happy that you've stained his sheets. You can't move to hide the stain because your arms are bound to the bars on the bed's headrest. Although you know trying to hide it would just piss him off even more.

You have been sitting here for hours. You try to think of what's going to happen next. You're not quite sure what his game is anymore. He told you you deserve a reward for being such a good girl that you went from being tied to a chair in his basement to being tied to his bed in his house. You're not quite sure how long it's been. You wish you knew what was going to happen.

Things were different in the basement. True it was a lot more uncomfortable being tied to that chair but at least you knew the routine. Food, shower then fun time as your captive would call it. You both have very different ideas on what fun is though. The shower however in the basement it consisted of baby wipes. In the house you get to have an actual shower yes but only with him either watching or joining. That little voice in your head that sounded a lot like him reminded you that you hadn't earned privacy yet.

You turn your head to look out the window, noticing it was starting to get dark. It was around this time that Bo would bring you some food down into the basement. Except you had already eaten today. You had a burger and fries that Bo made. He has been giving you actual food since you've moved into his bedroom. You'd never admit this but he is a pretty damn good cook. It's definitely a couple steps up from the microwave meals you were being fed in the basement.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the glow of headlights and the sound of Bo's truck. Sitting up straighter after hearing the door slam shut. You feel yourself smile hearing his loud footsteps. You can't believe you're even a little excited to see him, you feel sick. You straighten out your legs to try and hide the blood even for a little bit. Putting a smile back on your face before the door opens. Bo walks in holding a glass of water, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey baby girl, got ya a drink." he brought the glass to your lips so you could have a drink. Placing the now empty glass on the bedside table. Bo sat by your leg on the edge on the bed facing you. He slowly puts his hand on your knee. You flinch slightly hoping he doesn't notice, if he did he didn't comment. Tracing circles with his thumb, he sighs then looks at you "ya know I've had a pretty shitty day ta day. Hoping you might help me with that"

Before you had a chance to reply, not that he would listen to you anyway he would do what he wanted regardless. You see him setting up a camera. He makes his way back over to you after the light turns green.

He began by softly holding your chin and running his thumb across your bottom lip before pushing it through your lips into your mouth. You knew exactly what he wanted as you began to suck. Bo smirked, immediately moving to attach his mouth to that sensitive spot behind your ear. You were trying not to make any noise. He removes both his hand and his mouth from you before going to undo his belt and tugging his jeans and boxers off.

Kneeling over you so his crotch is right in front of your face. Grabbing his dick he pumps it a few times before lightly tapping the tip against your lips. You reluctantly open your mouth as he presses himself all the way in. Trying desperately hard not to gag because you know he would enjoy it too much and you weren't going to give him the satisfaction. You could already feel tears starting to form in your eyes, your hands gripping the bars. You can feel him lay heavy on your tongue, trying to breathe through your nose. He grabs your head with both hands pulling out slowly and without any warnings rammed it back into your throat. Causing you to choke and gag. You go to try to push him off so you can get some air but your arms are still tied to the bars on the headrest. Bo chuckles darkly as he is full on fucking your throat. Everything, every part of your body feels like it's on fire, you can't help but start crying. Bo looks down on you and a low growl escapes from the back of his throat. "Goddamn princess, you look fuckin gorgeous when ya cry like that!" He grabs his polaroid camera taking a picture of your tear stained face and cock stuffed mouth. Giving the picture a shake then places the camera and the photo back down.

Bo thrusts a couple more times then rips himself out of you before he has the chance to cum. You take in several deep breaths but they are each painful. Your lungs are burning and your throat is hella sore. Bo leans down and starts licking strips up both your cheeks. He then grabs both your thighs and pulls them apart. He sees the blood stain on the sheets, you think he is about to get mad but his eyes darken in a very lustful way. Looking back up at you with a kinda half smile "don't worry bout it darlin' I'll change it afta we done" he winks and spreads your legs even wider. "This is such a pretty pussy, and it's all mine." He dives right in devouring your cunt hands gripping your thighs. You're trying not to make any noise but with his tongue hitting all the right places in your already sensitive cunt it's becoming really hard not too. He growls into your pussy sending vibrations right into your core when he feels your walls clench around his tongue. Moaning, you try to arch your back but it's difficult in the way you're sitting. Releasing one hand from your thigh, he glides a finger through your folds and then another and then another.

You are so so close "b Bo, ohhh 'm c close" you feel him growl again. Sucking and swirling his tongue like it's his last meal on earth. You wish you could grab hold of his hair as you cum hard in his mouth. He had swallowed your juices yet kept going at it. You feel your eyes tear up again as you try to unsuccessfully wiggle your away from his touch. He has an iron grip on your thighs that will no doubt leave a mark. You try tugging your arms against their restraints to push him away.

"Bo, p please" your over sensitive walls clench as his continues to fuck you with his tongue. After your second orgasm hits. Bo's eyes look up at you as he licks straight up your folds. The way the blood is smeared around his face mixed with some of your juices that has dripped down his chin makes him look absolutely gorgeously feral. Bo straightens up to capture your mouth with his. He loves that you kiss him back. You're breathless as you break away.

"You taste fuckin' amazing baby doll, daddy just can't get enough." He has a smug smile as he uses two fingers to scoop up your folds wiping them on your face not forgetting to smear some on your lips. He shoves his fingers in your mouth to suck the rest off before going to untie your arms. Bo takes off his shirt then yours then guides you to lie down. Lines himself at your entrance before gliding in. Kissing your forehead, giving you a little time to adjust.

"Yer so tiny baby, daddy's cock is all up there" he pokes the bump in your belly where he is buried. He pulls out watching the bump go down then rise as he enters you again. Bo does that a couple more times before his pace speeds up. Your brain feels completely fuzzy. You're not even sure if you can produce words at this point. He lifts your legs up into a mating press. Your back arches as you let out an almost pornographic moan. Your nails are clawing at his back as he sucks marks on your neck and chest.

"Ya really are fuckin' made for me princess" Bo groans "my perfect little whore" his hand wraps around your throat squeezing just enough to make it a little uncomfortable. "Who do ya belong to baby? Who does this pussy belong to?"

"Y you Bo"

His hand squeezed a little bit more "who?"

"Daddy it it belongs to you, I b belong to you d daddy"

"Good slut"

Bo loosens his grip on your throat but keeps his hand there as he thrusts into you harder. Your mouth falls open but you don't hear any sound come out. Your nails dig deeper into his back. If he's leaving marks on you, you're gonna mark him too.

Bo feels your wall clench around his cock. He knows you're close. You try saying your close but all that comes out are whimpers and moans. "What d'ya need sweetheart? I can't understand yer whimpering"

"Wanna cum"

"Ya wanna cum?"

You nod

"Where?"

"O on your cock"

Bo looks at you with a smirk like the big bad wolf. "The little cockslut wants to cum on my cock uh. Who would have guessed that?" "Well you have been very good lately so go ahead, cum for me" "m gonna fill you up for being such a perfect toy for daddy to play with. You deserve it princess" Bo sinks his teeth into the part where your shoulder meets your neck drawing blood, leaving another mark. He fucks you through your orgasm and cums deep inside of you.

Stays still for a few minutes before Bo puts his hand under your back and rolls you onto your side with him still buried in your warm cunt. He wraps his arms around you and you can't help but snuggle into his neck very thankful for the comfort and being too fucked out to care.

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formula1fanfiction · 19 days

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Pierre Gasly / Max Verstappen

Title: I'm all yours, i've got no control

Pairing: Pierre Gasly / Max Verstappen

Characters: Pierre Gasly, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton

Prompt: Gasly-Max, fighting for world championship is create so much pressure and to Max the best way is to deal with is fucking other drivers

The best way to deal with pressure of winning world championships? Sex. It's the races that he can't control that get to him the most. His car blowing up on him is not ideal. He kicks what's left of his car in frustration and thinks of potential fucks.

George? He's been a good fuck in the past, very pliant and happy to do anything but George crashed today and he went there after Singapore and George had just cried all over his cock. He doesn't want to comfort someone, he wants to fuck them.

Charles? Another good previous fuck, but Charles has been on the podium today and he's the type of person who can't contain his own excitement and he's not in the mood for Charles' bragging right now.

Lewis would just say no, as would Carlos, Checo and Fernando Alonso. Then it hits him Gasly. He's not been with the Frenchman for a long time, not since he was demoted from Red bull, but it had always been good fun.

"Gasly." He finds Pierre in the lobby of the hotel. "Max?" Pierre turns around a smile on his face. Max has never noticed before, but he's beautiful. "Did you want something?" Max realises his been staring at him for too long.

"Remember in 2019 when you would sub for me when things weren't going well? Do you still do that?" A flicker of something flashes on Pierre's face, something Max can't read but he quickly changes it back to a smile.

"Well I was going to celebrate with Charles and I don't really bottom any more but I guess I can make a one off exception for you." Max is bouncing on the soles of his feet in delight as he leads Pierre back to his hotel room.

"Are we just going to get into it?" Pierre shrugs his Alpine jacket off and lays it over the arm of the chair. "Yes, does the traffic light system still work for you?" Pierre shrugs. "That works for me."

Max decides it's time just to get fucking on with it, Pierre yelps being taken completely by surprise, he's rugby tackled onto the bed, hands pinned either side of his head. "What's your colour on this?" Max asks, his hand sneaking down Pierre's chest, pushing up his team shirt and squeezes his nipple. "Green."

"Do you still love it Pierre? Being tied to the bed and coming on my cock alone?" Max dips his head down and bites Pierre's right nipple, he Frenchman hisses underneath. "Whatever you want, sir." sir, fuck he wasn't expecting that.

"Good thing I came prepared to deal with sluts." Max always comes prepared for his kinky fantasies and takes out two pair of hand cuffs from the draw in the night stand. "Do you always travel to race weekends with handcuffs sir." Max bites his lip to stop himself smiling. "I do, actually."

Max locks the first pair around Pierre's right wrist and attaches it to the bed. "Colour?" Pierre's eyes darken with lust the blue completely disappearing and turning black "Green, sir." Max nods approvingly and repeats the action with the left wrist.

"You look very comfortable for someone who says he isn't a bottom anymore." Pierre shrugs, the best he can anyway. "Maybe, I like the fact you can do anything you want to me sir and i'm helpless." Fuck, Max almost comes in his pants.

Pierre pulls lightly on his restraints just to test them but is cut off when Max lightly smacks his thigh. "Stop that or ill spank you."Sorry Daddy." Pierre whispers. Fucking Pierre, knows exactly what he's doing, driving Max bloody insane that is.

Max decides to ignore the daddy comment, not giving Pierre the satisfaction, instead he takes out a bottle of lube and a condom. Max drizzles the lube over his fingers and pushes up Pierre's hips, until they are pressed up against his own chest. "Daddy..." Pierre whines, like the little brat that he is but Max catches him off guard and pushes a single digit inside, twisting his finger, Pierre accepts the first finger easily, pretty suspicious for someone who is a top but Max doesn't comment on it and, adds a second finger.

Max takes a long time opening Pierre up just to piss of the other man. "Daddy please, I need your cock." Max ignores him completely and strokes over his prostate, drawing groans from the older man. "Daddy." Pierre whines even more, bucking his hips up into thin air, trying to get any type friction. Max only takes pity on him when the bulge in his own jeans becomes too hard to handle.

Pierre watches, his mouth watering as Max pulls down his pants and boxers together, freeing his massive cock. Max takes himself into his own hand and gives himself a few strokes, forcing himself to stop and quickly rolls on the condom. "Colour, Pierre?"

"Green." That's all consent Max needs, he nudges the head of his cock against Pierre's lube slick entrance and slams inside with one hard thrust. Pierre growls and digs his fingers into the metal of the cuffs. "Love it when you fill me up with your cock." Max has to use every inch of his will power to hold back from fucking Pierre senselessly. "daddy, please." Pierre whines and tries to push his hips up and down, however Max has his hips in a tight grip, not letting the Frenchman move at all.

"Such a naughty slut, begging for me like that." Max, just can't take teasing Pierre anymore, his own cock is crying for attention buried inside of Pierre. Max pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside of him this time, picking up a rough, deep pace, slamming inside Pierre with a mighty force. Pierre makes the cutest noises when he's been fucked hard, each little sound only turns Max on even more. Max finds Pierre's prostate petty quickly and angles each of his thrusts to hit the swollen gland, pulling even more noises from Pierre's throat.

"I need to come, fuck." Pierre arches his hips up off the bed, Max quickly puts a stop to it and grips his hand tightly around the base of Robert's cock. "Bad little sluts have to wait until Daddy comes first." He can't believe he's using Pierre's embarrassing words, but he's way too gone to give a shit.

Max pounds into Pierre with all his might as he feels his orgasm building into the pit of his stomach, it only takes three more thrusts and he's coming inside of the condom. Max pulls out and rolls off the condom, making Pierre whine in frustration. "Daddy?"

"Do you think you deserve to come? Sweet little Pierre." Max asks as he starts teasing Pierre's cock, dragging his hand up and down the pulsating member really slowly. "Please daddy, i've been a really good boy" Max starts to stroke the hard cock a little quicker. "Ok baby, come for daddy." That's all Pierre needs to hear and he's coming hard, shooting his load high into the air and splattering all over his own chest. "Good boy, daddy's good boy."

Max cringes as he reaches over and releases Pierre's hands from the handcuffs. "Can't believe you have a daddy kink." Pierre giggles. "I don't, I just knew I could get you to play along."

Somehow, despite Pierre being the one locked up, it feels like Max was never really in control at all but it's made him feel a hell of a lot better.

#max verstappen #pierre gasly #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut #george russell #charles leclerc

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stillbee-dotexe · 28 days

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Guys. The og babies' birthdays are coming up. I'm so sorry.

Dreaming

Implied death I guess

346 words

"Knock knock knock."

Bad said while tapping the backs of knuckles against his children's bedroom door and opening it.

He walked in and set foot on crimson blocks of flooring.

There was a raccoon with shining eyes called Memory who looked a bit annoyed with his presence but stayed curled in the corner of the room.

He looked around the room and found everything exactly as it was.

Among the decor were a small chair that looked like an apple pushed into a desk, a handful of photos hung by clothes pins lined along the wall, and a keyboard and stool.

As well as two beds side by side with comforters matching the color of the floor.

In the beds were two small eggs, covered up and with their heads on fluffy pillows, two hats sat at the foot and on top of their respected duvets.

A black tophat with red ribbon around the base and a black beret.

They both had a thin layer of dust on them.

"Don't you guys remember what today is?

Bad said walking over to the side of the bed on the left where Dapper laid.

"It's your first birthday, Dapper, isn't that exciting?"

Neither of his kids moved a ton while they slept, but both of them snored a bit normally, and they weren't doing that now, but that's alright.

"Feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños a Dapper, feliz cumpleaños a ti!"

Bad clapped and bounced in his place.

"Happy first birthday, son, don't you guys wanna get up to celebrate?"

Neither of them answered, so he lowered his form slightly to brush his thumb along a crack on Dapper's cheek, and tucked him in more.

"Okay, we'll do something fun later when you're awake, I promise."

Bad moved over to the side of Pomme's bed, lowered himself to tuck her in, and brushed her cheek with his thumb, the red and blue makeup on her cheeks was starting to fade and chip slightly.

"I love you guys, get some sleep, I'll see you soon."

#mcyt #qsmp #badboyhalo #fanfic #creative writing

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Honesty teaser | n romanoff | wattpad book

Ok hello :) I know this goes against posting on Tumblr, seeing as it won’t be updated on here, but I really need to kick myself back into writing, so what better way than to promote my book on here so that I have more of an incentive if more people know about it! For now it’s Wattpad only whilst I figure out how AO3 works (idk if I even have an account) but I will try to get it up on there too. But… until then… here is the first chapter of ‘Honesty’.

College!AU | Enemies to lovers

Natasha Romanoff x O!C

O!C: Kaiiarina Lenkova (Kaia/ Ky). Sister to JB Lenkov (James Buchanan aka Bucky)

Current available chapters: 9

The classic ringing of an incoming facetime call sounded through the speakers of a MacBook, which made a rather exhausted 18 year old leap up from her sprawled out place on her bed. She threw herself onto her spinning desk chair, which spun a bit too far, meaning she had to grab the edge of her desk and haul herself back around before she fell off.

She lifted the lid and quickly typed in her password as an excited face filled the screen, their voice far too loud as the volume had been left turned all the way up from last night's dance session. Dark curly hair swung against her back as the girl winced at her friend's squeal.

"Have you looked?" The blonde girl screeched, far too close to the camera to create a flattering angle.

"Lena, it's 8am. It's a miracle I'm awake at this point." Kaiiarina groaned before she was cut off by a yawn, which only emphasised her point. She'd been awake since 7, knowing that today was one of the most important days of her life. Every possibility and outcome of her future was shuffled through her head as she tried to grasp any ounce of sleep that made itself available to her. But instead of blissful dreams, she was faced with pits of anxiety that made her dream feel like her worst nightmare.

"We promised we'd open them together, so hurry up!" Yelena was horrendously impatient, which was a huge contrast to Kaia's more laid back approach in life. But they'd planned this day since they were 11 years old, having been inseparable since they were 6.

Their first day of ballet class. Yelena was only there because Melina wanted her to follow in Natasha's footsteps; the golden child. But, naturally, the blonde wanted to be anywhere else, so she was stubborn in not moving from her spot on the bench. Her hair was pulled up into what could have been a neat bun, but she had wriggled so much that her baby hairs were everywhere.

Kaia, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Her uniform was pristine, tiny feet slipped into perfectly tied ballet shoes. Her almost black hair was pulled into a braided bun, secured perfectly on the top of her head, not a single hair out of place. She sat on the bench with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She looked alert, attentive; her blue eyes wide as she took in every person who walked past. She looked in wonder at the older girls who walked past, admiring their pointe shoes with lust. She was going to be like them one day.

Their teacher called everyone into the studio as a group, knowing a lot of the children would be nervous. Kaia walked in with her head held high; this was where she was meant to be. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yelena putting up a fight with her mother, who was trying to coax her defiant 6 year old from the bench.

What spurred her to do this was a complete mystery, but Kaia found herself wandering over to Yelena and extending out her hand.

"I'm Kaia." Was simply all she said. Yelena stopped squirming, peering up at the girl with her big green eyes. She looked at her mother briefly, who just smiled.

"Yelena."

"You know that class is about to start, right?" Kaia stated, confused as to why the girl wasn't in the studio like everyone else.

"Yes. But I'm not going." The young Russian was stubborn and folded her arms over her chest, pouting slightly.

"Ballet isn't sissy, you know. It's strong. You don't see the 'tough' boys doing it, do you?" Yelena shook her head, slightly confused at her point. Kaia leaned towards Lena and whispered in her ear. "It's because they can't handle it. They're not strong like we are."

Yelena smiled at the thought of being stronger than the boys in her class. She was fiercely competitive and she revelled in the idea of being better at something than someone else. Kaia's hand was still outstretched and so the blonde Russian took it gladly, their tiny hands clasping tightly together.

Melina watched the girls disappear into the glossy studio, a proud smile on her face. Those girls were going to be best friends, she just knew it.

And she was exactly right. Kaia transferred to Yelena's school in 2nd grade, and they became inseparable. Even the teachers knew they wouldn't be able to find one without the other 2 steps behind. And when one of them were sick and off school... it was like the one left behind was missing a limb.

When they transferred to middle school together, they made a pact. The girls would go to the same high school and the same college.

And that day had finally come. Acceptance letters were being sent out and the girls had applied to the same university. Which was what prompted Yelena's early morning facetime call.

Kaia scrolled through her emails, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was what they'd worked towards for 4 years. Their extra-curricular activities, sports, dance, languages... everything leading up to this moment.

"Oh fuck." Kaia muttered, seeing the email appear in her inbox. "I've got it."

On the other side of the screen, Yelena had her email open too, the link tempting her mouse, but also making her hesitate. What if their plan didn't work out?

"Wait." Yelena rushed, making Kaia freeze. "Whatever happens, we stay best friends, right?"

"I can't believe you just asked me that question Belova." Kaia scoffed, slightly offended as she adjusted the neck of her hoodie.

"I just had to be sure. Okay," Yelena let out a big breath. "It's now or never."

There was silence on both ends of the call as they waited for the link to load up. Time seemed to slow down, seconds turning into minutes as the loading circle span round and round. Yelena had picked up a hair tie and was spinning it around her finger as Kaia chewed on the edge of her thumb.

But the circle stopped spinning. The girls stopped fidgeting. They both held their breath as a message appeared on their screens.

Pale Oak University is delighted to offer you a place on your chosen course. We hope that you accept our offer and will join us in August on campus. Please click 'confirm choice' at the bottom of the page to secure your place.

But neither of them said anything. They tried to read each other's expressions as they looked back at the camera, but they were so scared of not going to the same college that neither wanted to burst the bubble.

But Kaia couldn't help let a small smile slip, which prompted Yelena to do the same.

"Did you-"

"Are you-"

Both girls started to speak at the same time but paused for the other continue. Kaia just nodded at Yelena's question, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to speak.

"Oh my god, me too." Lena's voice came out as nothing more than a hushed whisper, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

"Lena." Kaia croaked out, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We did it." She laughed lightly, which blended into a choked sob.

"We really did it."

"We fucking did it!" Kaia leaped out of her chair, spinning around like an excited puppy. "Mama! Dad! We did it! I got in!" Although she was still on facetime, Kaia sprinted downstairs to find her parents, screaming her results to them.

On the other side of the screen, Yelena did the same thing, racing into the kitchen where her parents and sister were sat.

"I got in!" She announced as she skidded to a halt in her fluffy socks, grabbing onto the back of a chair so she didn't slip. "I'm going to Pale Oak!"

Melina and Alexei scooped their youngest into a huge group hug as they cheered, leaving Natasha sitting alone at the table. She would have joined in, if it wasn't for the news that her little sister was going to be at the same university that she was currently at.

"Natasha, come and congratulate your sister. You know out of everyone just how hard the entry process is." Melina said, giving her 20 year old daughter a stern look as she rolled her eyes.

"Nice job Yelly." Nat said, ruffling her sister's hair, purposely messing it up even further. "Just don't bother me okay? I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. It's annoying."

"Natasha be nice." Alexei said disapprovingly. "Your sister is blessing to us all. We are so so proud." He pulled Yelena into his side, which she did not appreciate as she pushed him away with a disgusted look.

"Don't worry Nat. I've got Kaia. We're gonna be just fine."

Nat's head whipped round and she stared at her sister with a raised brow. "Wait... Kaia's going?"

"Duh. She's my best friend." Yelena rolled her eyes, not believing her sister's comment.

Nat shrugged, turning back to her phone. "Wow. Didn't know she had what it took." She mumbled under her breath for only Yelena to hear.

Rage flooded the blonde's cheeks and she clenched her fists at her side. "You're a bitch." she spat through gritted teeth, before marching up the stairs and slamming her door shut, slumping onto her chair in front of her laptop where Kaia was waiting.

"I'm guessing Nat didn't take it too well then." Kaia quipped, throwing an m&m up in the air before catching it in her mouth.

"You know me too well."

"No, well yes, but I also know just how much your sister hates me." Natasha always had a distaste for Lena's best friend, but no one quite knew why. Maybe it was due to them being in the same ballet class, despite Kaia being 2 years younger, or maybe how much time Kaia spent at the Romanoff's. But the brunette didn't really care. Having Nat like her wasn't exactly on the top of her to do list.

"Well, forget about her. She's not going to ruin it for me, or for you. We've had everything planned out since we were 10 years old Ky, and it's actually going to happen."

"Still gonna be roommates right?" Kaia asked, reading over the email one more time to cement it into her brain. It still felt surreal that they were actually going to college. No more high school. No more living at home. No more living 25 minutes away from each other. It was perfect.

"If you really think I'm gonna sleep in the same room as some random ass girl who snores and talks in her sleep, then think again. I'm sleeping with you or not sleeping at all."

"Well then I think we need to contact someone about it, because I don't even know if you can pick your roommates."

"I'll just say I have major attachment issues and breakdown into floods of tears whenever I'm not around you." Yelena said, spinning around on her chair before getting distracted by her massive shark plushie. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, stuffing her face into its fur.

Kaia just rolled her eyes. Yelena was always one for the dramatics. "Well that's going to work so well seeing as we are taking different majors, but sure." Yelena was majoring in sports science, seeing as she was on the women's football team and she loved it with all of her heart. Ballet was never really her thing, so as soon as she could quit, she did.

Kaiiarina was majoring in dance and they both were taking a Russian language class, as it was easy credits seeing as they both wanted to be fluent in their 'motherland' language.

"Well if that doesn't work, we can just get your brother to intimidate them all into putting us together." JB Lenkov (or James Buchanan) was in the army and had been away for 8 months. He was 5 years older than Yel and Kaia, so they joked about him a lot. Plus, he did try to ask Natasha out on a date, only to be turned down by her harsh words. "If you have a dick, I'm not into you."

"Let's just email them. See what they say." Kaia clicked on the email link, excitement surging through her body. It felt real now. But with the excitement came a lot of nerves. The kind that sent butterflies swarming in all different directions, extending from her fingertips to the depths of her stomach. A nauseating feeling descended in her throat, but she swallowed it down.

New experiences weren't really her thing. She grown a lot more self conscious from the bold and daring 6 year old she once was, but within the duo she was still the sensible and down to earth one. A stickler for the rules, which Yelena often felt were mere suggestions.

"I know its 8:30, but something in my body is screaming for a Starbucks right now, and unfortunately my asshat of a sister won't drive me." Yelena peaked over the top of her shark, which she had nicknamed Brucie, and batted her eyelashes rather dramatically at her best friend, who payed absolutely no notice to her.

"Kaia..." Still nothing.

"Ky!" Crickets.

"Kaiiarina!" Oh now she'd done it. The brunette's blue eyes seemed to darken as she peered up at the camera, narrowing her eyes into what became a bone chilling glare.

"Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Did you just use my government name?" Although she was joking, Kaia made no effort to smile or even lighten her expression, loving how scared her friend looked. Similarly to a deer in headlights.

Lena flashed a sheepish smile. "Coffee?" Was all she offered, trying to hit Ky's sweet spot. "Caramel iced coffee?" Kaia was still glaring. "I'll buy you a blueberry muffin."

Now that was a deal breaker. "Even when I hate your guts, you still manage to win me over." Kaia groaned, pushing away from her desk and wheeling over to her closet whilst still sat on her chair. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, walking over to her table to grab her keys. "I'll be there in 20. Be ready or I'm taking Nat instead." She leaned over her laptop and hovered her mouse over the red 'end call' button.

"Oh wow. Threat of the century." Yelena feigned offense and Kaia blew a raspberry. Childish, yes, but

"Bye bitch."

~~~

Kaia's family was rich, very rich, but it hadn't gone to her head like many privileged girls she could mention. Her father was the CEO of a major jewellery company back in Russia, that had gone global in the last 10 years.

She had all the physical signs of a rich girl; expensive clothes, dainty jewellery, designer sunglasses that were nearly always placed in her wavy hair, pristinely manicured nails and of course, her most prized possession... her tesla. It was an extravagant 18th birthday gift from her father, and as normal as it seemed in a life like hers, Kaia burst into tears when she saw the sparkling white car parked on their driveway.

Yelena seemed more eager to show off Kaia's new car than she was, hopping into the front seat and immediately connected her phone to the aux, Mitski blasting at full volume.

And even though it had been 6 months since Ky's birthday, Yelena still clambered into the sleek white car with a gleeful expression, her phone ready in her hand to Bluetooth. Kaia's once peaceful music was soon replaced with songs more to Yelena's taste, reflecting her wild and chaotic personality.

"This is just like a free taxi service for you isn't it?" Kaia commented as Yelena clearly made herself comfortable, her hands adjusting the direction of the aircon as Kaia pulled away from the drive.

"Yeah, but you're rich so it's fine." It was true. Kaia didn't care about giving Yelena lifts. And besides, it's not like she payed for the electricity that powered her car.

10 minutes later she swerved into the Starbucks parking lot, a smile gracing her face as she saw the all-too-familiar store. The girls pushed the doors open and went inside to order their drinks. Yelena offered to collect their drinks so Kaia took a seat in a booth next to the window and peered outside, watching the hustle and bustle of the world outside.

Her hand was propped up under chin and she soon drifted into her thoughts, trying to process the events of this morning even though it was only 9:20am.

Yelena observed her best friend from afar, watching how she retreated into her head. She knew Kaia's concerns about college, especially with Natasha who was also doing the same course. The tension between the 2 could be cut clearly with a knife, which made thanksgiving and birthdays slightly awkward. But Yelena's outlandish personality always helped muffle the discomfort with a joke or a random song, which Kaia was thankful for.

She carried their coffees and blueberry muffins over to the table and slid in opposite Kaia, who was still staring into space out of the window. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and Lena could feel Ky's knee bouncing up and down as their legs touched under the table.

"Hey. Kaia." Yelena said gently, placing her hand on her friend's knee. "I got that muffin you wanted." She slid the muffin across the table and watched as Kaia's eyes flickered into focus and she took a deep breath.

"I was beginning to think you'd forget." She joked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at the taste. Her grin was slightly forced and Yelena could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Yelena laughed, her adorable giggle making Kaia smile harder. "Me? Forget? Never." She watched as her best friend slowly picked apart her muffin, breaking it into pieces on the wrapper. "What's going on?"

Kaiiarina sighed. Her anxiety wasn't anything new, and the duo had learned to cope with it really well. Yelena was goofy but always understanding, switching her naturally comedic tone to a more serious one when she needed to. And she was an excellent observer, which definitely came in handy as Kaia usually withdrew into herself whenever anxiety took over.

"Oh nothing." She said casually, more so to convince herself than Yelena. "It's just- well, college is a lot."

Yelena knew where this was coming from. They'd spoken about it a few times, but Ky still struggled to wrap her head around it. "Yeah... but it's not different for us."

"Why?" Kaia questioned as she bit into a chunk of muffin. A blueberry exploded on her tongue and sent a fuzzy feeling in her stomach. That's why those muffins were her favourites.

"Because we're still together. And we always will be."

Kaia thought for a moment as she chewed. Yes, they would be together, but they'd also be around Natasha and a bunch of new people they'd never seen before. Plus, they were doing different courses which meant different people, different professors, different buildings, different schedules... it was a lot.

Yelena took her silence as a hint to keep talking. "You're worried about Nat aren't you?"

"No." Kaia snorted. "Well... I'm hoping your sister is too busy to worry about making my life a living hell... but you know..." she trailed off and Yelena smiled, having figured out the root of her worries.

"You'll be fine. Besides, you won't even see her. You have me instead!"

"Hmmm... I wonder which Romanoff-Belova sibling I like best..." Kaia pretended to think long and hard, knowing it would mess with Yelena all too well.

Yelena narrowed her eyes and lined up a blueberry to flick, her lips curling into a pout. "For the sake of your white sweatshirt, you better say me. Or I'm gonna find another roommate."

"Okay Miss 'I breakdown in tears when I'm not around you'. Can't fool me Belova.". A smug expression crossed Kaia's face and Yelena huffed, sinking into the soft leather seat as she tossed the blueberry into her mouth and chomped on it with force.

"I hate you." She mumbled, glaring around the half empty coffee shop as her arms folded across her chest and one foot came to rest on the maroon seat.

Kaia chuckled at her childish behaviour, expecting nothing less. "No you don't."

With her infamous pout and inability to look her friend in the eye, Yelena answered "Yes I do" whilst eyeing up the baristas working quickly behind the counter, taking drive-thru orders as they drizzled caramel onto several frappuccinos.

"Okay then. See you around." Kaia grabbed her keys and iced latte and made a move to stand up from the booth, before Yelena put her leg on her seat so she couldn't get out. "No wait! I need a lift!"

Kaia sat down with a scoff. "Wow... so you are using me!"

"Yeah I am." Yelena said with no shame with a mouth full of muffin. "What about it?"

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"

"Because you need someone with good music taste to test your car speakers. And someone to bring banners to your dance recitals." A cheeky glint shone in Yelena's eyes as Kaia groaned, her head falling into her hands at the memory.

"No! Never again." She peeked through her fingers to see her best friend sniggering, to which she kicked her rather hard in the shin, earning a pained yelp from the blonde. "You may find it hilarious, but I will never live that down. I almost got kicked off the team for that!"

Yelena rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Natty was only jealous because I didn't make her a sign. She would never kick you off. You're too good. They need you to win." She was right. Kaia was unbelievably talented, although she would never admit it.

One of the many things the girls had in common was their dedication. When they wanted something, they were some of the most driven teenagers around. Both sets of parents were proud, although Yelena's showed it a lot more than Kaia's did. Her's seemed to think that the money they gave her was enough to make up to the detached and cold behaviour they showed towards her and her brother. But it just brought the siblings closer than they ever would be.

"We have 3 months until college. What the fuck are we gonna do?" Yelena asked, slurping the last of her coffee. It seemed like a hell of a long time to sit around stressing, which is what Kaia would do.

"We need to buy stuff for our dorm. And I want to go to the beach."

"Okay Ky that's boring stuff. I'm talking sleeping under the stars, going to haunted houses, days at the lake, getting drunk whenever we want! We have all this time and no pressure to do anything. We can't waste it!"

Kaia chewed on her lip before smiling. The sun as shining and it was warm. Perfect May summer weather. "Okay fuck it. Lake day?" She asked, grabbing her keys and adjusting her sunglasses on her head.

"I love you!"

They dumped their trash and ran out to the car, jumping in before racing home to collect their stuff. Kaia's parents weren't home (surprise surprise) so she didn't need to ask permission from anyone. And Yelena never asked permission She was 18 and frankly Melina and Alexei trusted her enough for her to do what she wanted.

"First day of stress free summer is about to commence!" Yelena announced when they were both back in the car. The electric guitar intro of 'Sweet Child O'Mine' blared through the tesla speakers as they pulled out of the driveway and it suddenly felt real.

It was summer.

They were going to college.

Together.

10 year old Kaiiarina and Yelena would be proud.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x female reader #fanfic #marvel #college au #kaya speaks!#natasha romanoff x o!c #wattpad #bucky barnes #yelena belova #mcu

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