#The Mother of Huskies

[paigestrap]

HOW MANY LETTERS IN BUECKERS???!!!

#she ate i fear #my mother #paige bueckers #paige #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #wnba #wnba draft #uconn women’s basketball #women’s basketball

[emara]

2HA/DUMB HUSKY AND HIS WHITE CAT SHIZUN PRIMER

i'm making this for a quick reference whenever my friends ask me what 2ha is bc i realised i've been repeating myself ceaselessly every single time i try to explain it. this will contain two parts, both with spoilers and without. the without spoilers part comes first. before anything else though, if you plan to check 2ha out do check out the content warnings and if you aren't comfortable w any of it, even a little, i'd suggest you stop rn. i'm serious. if you need an elaboration on the content warnings then you can text me! but please don't ignore any of it and head into it blindly.

this contains:

SYNOPSIS

BASIC WORLDBUILDING

CHARACTER LIST

TIMELINES ft bonus rockstar taxian jun

FINAL THOUGHTS

there are spoilers timeline onwards, the rest is spoiler-free [or mildly-spoilery but i tried my best to keep spoilers out!]

so if you're here and have decided to keep reading, here's the first half of the primer [no spoilers]

SYNOPSIS

Emperor of the cultivation world Mo Weiyu deceived elders and slaughtered ancestors, and committed all crimes and sins known to man. After ending his own life, he was reborn and transmigrated to the year he first became a disciple. In the shell of a boy held an old and weary soul. After coming back to life, truth after truth that had been hidden below the surface in the previous life floated to the top and broke through the waters one after the other. Of all revelations, the one that stunned him the most was that the Shizun he had hated to the bone in his previous life had always been protecting him from the shadows... The heart of a man can change; even demons and monsters can become compassionate and do good. Only, he had sinned deeply. Can the blood on his hands ever be cleansed?

via 2ha wikia

Yet, after having died and reborn, after having lived two lives, the one he hauled back each time to his den in the end was always the one he couldn’t stand at first: that snow-white kitty shizun.

adding the last bit of the novelupdates summary because it's very important to know that the one mo ran always ends up hauling back to his apparent den [this summary is ripe with dog and cat metaphors] is the one who he very passionately hates, chu wanning.

tldr; taxian jun-- aka mo ran, mo weiyu, emperor of the cultivation world-- fucks shit up, is the reason why the word "tyrant" was coined, commits every crime known to man and then kills himself when he knows he's going to be invaded bc he has no will left in himself to live or fight back. and then the world doesn't let him die because he wakes up again in the body of the little boy he used to be when he was first accepted as a disciple at sisheng peak, under chu wanning's tutelage, as a 15yo again. he finds newer more creative ways to fuck shit up, and alongside that, also finds out things he didn't know to be true in his last lifetime. for example: that chu wanning loved him, apparently, and had maybe not deserved to be the subject of his ceaseless violence in his last lifetime.

BASIC WORLDBUILDING

this bit is for my non-danmei enjoyer buddies, for those who aren't familiar with the genre: here's literally everything you want to know about it. it's a very brief intro to most concepts and worth just skimming through even if not actively reading. i am not chinese and i am not an expert so i won't pretend to be one and explain all of this. moving onto the setting of the novel:

CULTIVATION WORLD

Cultivation World is the broad community of cultivators and their sects. It's divided into upper cultivation world and lower cultivation world.

re: the wikia

upper cultivation world: is near the coastal halves apparently, and is overflowing with spiritual energy. most of the great sects in this cultivation world are here, notably (from the novel): rufeng sect, taxue palace, guyue'ye, wubei temple, jiangdong hall, shangqing pavilion, etc -- these are all the important players and they're all here.

lower cultivation world: this area is routinely plundered by ghosts/demonic invasions because of it's proximity to the ghost city. no major sect is mentioned to be a part of it except for sisheng peak, the main setting, home to mo ran and chu wanning, who have taken up the job of guarding the barrier between the living world and the ghost city that lies there.

there is absolutely no difference in ability across the sects around the cultivation world, as sometimes mistakenly implied by the terms "upper" and "lower."

fengdu ghost city is the ghost city mentioned above that lies in the lower ghost realm.

sisheng peak: a major cultivation sect in the lower cultivation world. scenic and among the mountains, it is a main setting in the novel. it's a cultivation sect known to be passionate about helping people, especially those who cannot afford it. this has made them heroic in the eyes of the common people but a subject to ridicule among the other sects of the upper cultivation world. this sect is headed by xue zhengyong, the sect leader who is to be succeeded by his only son, xue meng (xue ziming).

the elders among sisheng peak are the masters that xue zhengyong went out to look for after laying down the foundation for the sect himself along with his brother and he didn't care for personality or achievements, only just willingness to teach and talent and assigned them their places. they were free to accept disciples on their own and disciples were also free to choose whichever elder they wanted to learn under. this gave the masters a specific title, apparently terms coined from the stars of the big dipper or other constellations, for ex, chu wanning is titled yuheng elder (also: yuheng of the night sky.)

red lotus pavilion: chu wanning's home on sisheng peak

loyalty hall: the main hall of sisheng peak, that you can only reach by climbing 3799 steps >:)

mengpo hall: dining hall adjunct

heaven piercing tower: this is where chu wanning and mo ran meet for the first time, the place where taxian jun chooses to kill himself in the past lifetime, and where most ghosts/spirits/demons are locked up after being captured by the sect

butterfly boned beauty feast: a race of half-demons, half-humans that are said to be the descendants of gouchen, a butterfly-boned demon who aided fuxi, the creation god, in trying to save humans against the swaths of demons that pillaged the human realm. they are said to be extremely beautiful but defenseless as a result of the demon realm casting them out after gouchen's betrayal and as a result, horrifically mistreated across the cultivation world. for ex: guyue'ye had created a secret formula on how to "refine" a bbbf for human consumption in order to achieve better cultivation. they are considered sub-human and hunted and trafficked.

thats all for main body. i think.

CHARACTER LIST

this is not an exhaustive list of all major characters that appear but a list of the major characters that i consider important in non-spoilery terms! [all art embedded is official]

MO RAN/TAXIAN JUN: on the left is mo ran, as a disciple, and on the right is mo ran as taxian jun, the first emperor of the cultivation world.

mo ran is described to be hot-tempered and kind, best understood only by the description he uses for himself-- a dog. his repetitive character traits across both lifetimes of his is that he is the type of person who will never forget kindness or cruelty if bestowed upon him once and he doesn't care about nuances. if people are good, they're good. if they aren't, they aren't. he'll always remember the hands that fed him and those that beat him.

taxian-jun is described to be a violent and mad emperor with little to no sense of self left in him. he has conquered the entirety of the cultivation world ruthlessly by what can best be described as hostile takeover and merciless slaughter. he has nothing left inside him that can call back to the kind child he used to be and is absolutely a miserable shell of a man. he dies in the beginning of the book and is transported back into the body of the boy he used to be, however, and that is the beginning of his reckoning.

CHU WANNING: in both of mo ran's lifetimes, chu wanning is described to be a cold, unfeeling man with a ridiculously ironclad spine for justice. he is suggested to be the stickler for rules type but he isn't, clearly evident by how he would rather choose what is good over what is in accord with process/protocol repeatedly in the text. he is among one of the most powerful men in the world, in terms of cultivation prowess, and owns three holy weapons (which is no ordinary feat). he is known to be among one of the most respected elders in sisheng peak, if also the most distant, and extremely selective when it comes to accepting disciples, having only three.

he has such crippling self esteem that at some point you hear his inner narration and go "i need to wrap him up in a heavy blanket and tell him to take a long nap"

hes an inventor! hes an engineer! hes made many little robot adjacent spiritual envoys that protect poor towns free of cost/little to no cost against ghosts and demons called holy night guardians!

he can't organise to save his life. the first time mo ran visits his room he's literally like "damn bitch u live like this" bc red lotus pavilion appears to not have seen a broom in like. months

this tweet is a canon part of his characterisation to ME. in the words of @ciaran "he is so millions autisms" and also:

ciaran, a modern day prophet

SHI MEI: is one of chu wanning's disciples and a close friend of xue meng and mo ran. mo ran is head over heels in love with him becuase he is one of the few who have shown him unconditional kindness. he is described to be incomparably beautiful and elegant and gentle to match. despite his low spiritual prowess, he is said to be exemplary re: his chosen path of medical practise.

he wrote to chu wanning asking to be his disciple after chu wanning had once found him buried under a stack of books in the rain and offered to walk him back, holding an umbrella over both of them. shi mei then noticed that chu wanning had been holding the umbrella in a certain way to protect him from the rain while his own shoulder was drenched. he was particularly moved by this act of kindness as he hadn't been on the receiving end of much of it, if ever.

XUE MENG: if you're a jiang cheng [mdzs]/mu qing [tgcf] enjoyer he's the most character ever for you. i'm one so i can attest to this. if you're a xie lian [tgcf] fan, then i have one for you too: as a young boy, xue meng was said to be "the darling of the heavens" (until of course, sense and reality was beat into him over and over again by the world, sometimes cruelly, sometimes helplessly). he is the young master of sisheng peak, xue zhengyong's son, and chu wanning's first disciple. he and mo ran are always at odds at the start even though xue meng considers him his brother and loves him still.

he calls mo ran his brother when drunk once and mo ran realises that oh, he's really loved here. he remembers the time he had first come to sisheng, freshly traumatised, and xue meng had brought him a box of sweets and despite his haughty nature and obnoxious voice he'd told him that those sweets were for him and him alone, no one else.

i think xue meng and mo ran can compete in a who loves shizun the most contest actually but xue meng will lose bc mo ran's a freak about cwn

ok that's it for the major characters. i could go on for days if you got me started about nangong si and ye wangxi but i won't. a brief list of other characters below:

xue zhengyong: the sect leader of sisheng peak

wang chuqing aka madam wang: xue meng's mother, former student of guyue'ye

nangong si: head disciple of rufeng sect

ye wangxi: .....a disciple of rufeng sect [im srs if i started talking abt them. i wouldnt ever stop]

song quitong: she rules actually. shes mo ran's lawfully wedded wife [the empress] in his last lifetime and shes meant to marry nangong si in this one. shes a bitch but shes so valid. go off king pull some more nails off their nailbeds! and bury thorns in them! cant a woman be violent around here for one...

idc enough about rufeng sect but another one of the main characters is nangong liu, sect leader of rufeng sect. theres also xu shuanglin. rufeng sect a sect made of assholes fr fr

jiang xi: sect leader of guyue'ye [a sect known for both it's abuse of the butterfly boned beauty feast people under the guise of medical research and for being the first medicine sect] [under jiang xi's tutelage the mistreatment of bbbf people is not known to continue, however, iirc]

mei hanxue: omg not to have a meatbun moment but i almost forgot to mention him, he's one of the main characters and the first disciple of taxue palace! he's supposedly a womaniser and has History w xue meng. across both lifetimes, he was among one of the only cultivators to side w him [in mo ran's first lifetime after becoming taxian jun, both xue meng and mei hanxue were constantly a pain in his ass about staging invasions having allied together against him]

TIMELINES, AKA THE NOT SPOILER FREE PART OF THIS ESSAY

that's it for the characters! from this point on i cannot guarantee no spoilers because [cracks knuckles] here we go, the timeline of events across BOTH of mo ran's lifetimes.

a major, major event that must occur on the scale of svsss's cannon event, luo binghe Must Fall Into The Endless Abyss To Satisfy His Character Requirement, is the heavenly rift. it takes place across both of mo ran's lifetimes an in the first one, he loses shi mei-- the love of his life-- and is driven mad by grief, later becoming a man possessed by nothing but violence and hatred as emperor taxian jun of the cultivation world. in the second heavenly rift after his rebirth, however, [spoilers ahead] the person who dies is chu wanning. and that changes the course of his entire narrative.

the heavenly rift is basically a rift in space time, and its been a problem in this world forever. its like something that keeps happening, it tears open the skies and unleashes a swarm of ghosts and demons depending on which dimension lies beyond the rift.

more explanation on what the heavenly rift is how it played such a huge role in mo ran's character dichotomy coming up in lifetime #2 explanation. here's lifetime #1, to start off with

LIFETIME #1: taxian jun doesn't have a good day. or a good life.

before heavenly rift:

mo ran, 15yo, joins sisheng peak after a series of events that leave him traumatised as fuck for probably. the rest of his life [note: his discomfort regarding the smell of incense that lingers throughout the novel and is explained in the end]

meets chu wanning and is ENDLESSLY fascinted by his almost untouchable grace and beauty, wants to take him as his master. chu wanning refuses

chu wanning finds him scooping earthworms one day when it rains and helping them onto the grass and when he asks, mo ran tells him that he didn't want them to get trampled and its a feat that moves him so much that he literally accepts him as a disciple the very next day

at some point, mo ran plucks a flower that was among one of the rarest blossoms in the cultivation world that madam wang had spent years trying to grow and chu wanning, not understanding why he'd done it, punishes him for it by whipping him with his tianwen. he did it because he thought the flower was a lot like chu wanning and wanted to give it to him but the way cwn punished him after left him inconsolable

all his love and admiration turns to hatred in the aftermath. he realises chu wanning is just as cruel, cold and callous as they all say. at some point, shi mei brings him wontons and it is only then that mo ran's horrible cycle of having locked himself in his room w his injuries curb. he falls in love with shi mei because he brings him wontons and sits next to him and hears him talk. he falls in love with shi mei because shi mei is kind.

he doesn't care abt chu wanning or pays any attention to his lessons, making him notoriously dumb despite his high cultivation prowess that later plays a role in him trying very hard to name the years of his reign across the cultivation role and even naming one of them "the year of cock and balls" -- accidentally, bc he was trying to be the cleverest he could get and made a horrible pun instead. hes the biggest joke in the entirety of this plain when it comes to intellect as taxian jun

heavenly rift:

heavenly rift occurs. when the rift opens basically in this cannon event of sorts: the responsibility to close it falls on chu wanning, and for chu wanning to be able to close it requires a lot of spiritual energy. this rift in particularly opens to infinite hells and unleashes a HORRIBLE SHITLOAD of demons that cut through and mutilate everything in its path.

when chu wanning manages to close it, closing it sends a whiplash of magic back in the form of those ghosts and demons that have already escaped and the wielder, basically, who has been closing it is targetted first in a single shot. like a bullet, imagine. in this lifetime, shi mei and chu wanning had been closing it so it affects both of them

mo ran finds shi mei in a pool of blood and sees chu wanning walk away and processes that as chu wanning abandoning them and it is this move that cements his dislike for chu wanning into full blown hatred and marks his descent into taxian jun.

taxian-jun era:

chu wanning watches him spiral and tries to make him wontons the way shi mei did and mo ran catches him in the act and is spews vitriol-filled bullshit when he upends the bowl of wontons and accuses chu wanning of being the reason shi mei died and of trying to take his place now [actually i don't remember if he accuses him for his death. but. shrugs]

he masters zhenlong chess formation [one of the three forbidden techniques because of how they can turn human beings into dead chess pieces vulnerable to manipulation] and uses it to be able to take over the entire cultivation world. then, he annihilates the entirety of sisheng peak and captures chu wanning

he humiliates chu wanning in every way possible: sexually, physically, verbally. the dubcon/noncon here is very... in another world, not like this, this is all that chu wanning has ever wanted. buuuut. it isn't. like that. in this one. he marries chu wanning and gives him the title of chu-fei (consort chu) and his obsession with him grows and grows and grows until it consumes everything.

he is said to be extremely unsettled after every uh.... advent outside [bloodbaths] and only crumbling into chu wanning's embrace [note: the man he apparently hates the most] consoles him then. here's a gorgeous art based on the line that i think deserves a spot in the louvre

what he holds over chu wanning, the reason for chu wanning's constant compliance to each one of his whims, is xue meng's life. when xue meng attempts an assassination that he almost succeeds in, taxian jun has finally had enough and then tells cwn he's going to kill him and cwn should stay put. cwn tells him that if he does go then cwn will kill himself in front of him. mo ran does not budge, he doesn't believe in the threat

cwn makes good on the threat and uses the final bit of his life force to summon his his second weapon, jiuge, stronger than tianwen [his chosen spiritual weapon] to break the effect of mo ran's zhenlong chess formation as he attacks taxue palace and xue meng, and then falls to his death

mo ran doesn't quite process it at first and is in disbelief. as cwn lays dying, he asks mo ran to forgive himself and mo ran doesn't quite know what to do with it. he ties cwn's body to his own spiritual energy and preserves it in red lotus pavilion as he goes off the last possible vestiges of his hinges that he didn't even know he was still hooked onto

at some point in bw, he spirals pretty badly and asks to wear his old disciple clothes that don't fit him anymore and has a breakdown about how he can't go back to the person he used to be.

he then decides to die at the forefront of an allied cultivation world marching into his stronghold by taking poison, ending his first lifetime for once and for all. he is 32, then.

LIFETIME #2: life drags mo ran back to his 15yo body and tells him to 'get another load of this shit'

before heavenly rift:

everything from mo ran joining to shi mei's wontons happen in the same fashion prior to taxian jun waking up in his 15yo self.

this time he wakes up and is immediately punished by cwn, again, for being a miscreant

xue meng is still annoying

but best of all SHI MEI IS ALIVE<3

this time around, mo ran decides to actually use his foresight from his last life and pay attention-- making him notably smarter! surprise suprise when u do the reading... u grow up to be well read?!?!?-- and as he actually does something to help instead of just being a terrible student all the time, he gets closer to chu wanning too

he notes things he seems to have forgotten from his last life, including how chu wanning constantly puts himself in harm's way to protect his disciples and how rigid his sense of justice is [cwn literally whips the guy who pays him to exorcise the ghost in his house bc he talks to the ghost and finds out these people treated her horribly in life w no remorse whatsoever] [he then proceeds to take on whatever punishment need be, which is being disciplined by another fucking elder-- a humiliating feeling no doubt and no one is even forcing it on him, instead telling him he doesn't have to actually go through this because he's an elder and he's exempt to which he argues that if he holds his disciples to this standard then he will hold himself to it, too. he expresses no regret]

mo ran at first enjoys his punishment but he when he finds out that chu wanning had not informed anyone about the injuries he'd sustained from the mission he finds it so absurd he doesn't know what to do abt it

they have a hot/cold relationship and mo ran quickly grows to understand that ok, maybe he had judged chu wanning too harshly in his past lifetime

heavenly rift:

and then the heavenly rift occurs, which well, the premise is the same this time around. chu wanning needs to close it. but mo ran knows what happens and cant let shi mei die so he puts himself in shi mei's place and offers to help. and in doing that, he is the one who is levelled the killing blow alongside chu wanning

he begs chu wanning to turn one last time as he lies there dying but while he'd afforded shi mei at least one last look, he doesn't look back at mo ran as he leaves him behind. mo ran processes this in disbelief, concluding that no he wasn't partial in his assumption of chu wanning's character and that to him, chu wanning is even worse than a dog in terms of worth

i assume it is his higher cultivation prowess or chu wanning's panicked speed of wrapping the demon shit up but by the time cwn comes back to pick him out of the rubble, he still has some of his life force left in him and cwn channels the rest of his spiritual energy inside him to keep him alive. he takes him all the way back to sisheng peak and then climbs 3799 steps with mo ran on his back while being worse off than even an average human being in terms of ability, injured, bruised and bleeding from the same wounds that are currently killing mo ran and from more additional ones he sustained neutralising everything. when he can't climb, he crawls and crawls until his hands tear open and every single part of his visible skin is marred with cuts.

he reaches loyalty hall. mo ran is heaved off him and into safety.

chu wanning dies.

after heavenly rift aka reckoning:

mo ran wakes up and is at first filled with joy. he's alive! shi mei is alive! the crisis has been averted but why is it that no one looks happy? he makes an off-handed comment about cwn and xue meng loses it-- they have a fight and mo ran is like "why should i be nicer to chu wanning when he's done nothing for me!" unaware of what exactly chu wanning has done for him, and xue meng breaks down into sobs. he holds onto mo ran and tells him "shizun would be so sad if he heard you say that from down below" and mo ran momentarily does not know how to react [i keep thinking about him going soft and sober for a second, telling mo ran, "ge, we don't have a shizun anymore"]

it is like he is taxian jun again, holding the cwn's dead body in his arms as it turns increasingly cold, when he lashes out at xue meng in disbelief. he is told what chu wanning did for him and he is horrified. he is horrified. he cant grieve. he cant eat. he cant sleep.

it is two lifetime worth of a misunderstanding that catches up. he understands that the reason for his visceral hatred of chu wanning, the part he played in shi mei's death, could have never been avoided. and that chu wanning never abandoned them, abandoned him.

it is three days after chu wanning's death that mo ran cries and it's the scene again: shizun, won't you pay attention to me? and its heartbreaking. hes like i wont hate you anymore if you just nod once, just once, and chu wanning lies there unmoving. unhearing. unfeeling. like chu fei did, a lifetime ago, unmoving, unhearing, unfeeling-- cruel and cold as he always had been to mo ran. but he wasn't, mo ran knows now. he wasn't cruel to him ever, and back then he was just dead.

anyw, then master huaizui from wubei temple comes knocking at sisheng peak's gates when he hears of cwn's death and they all find out that he was huaizui's student. huaizui tells mo ran that he knows of a way to resurrect cwn but for that, they will have to gather all his souls, starting with his human soul that will return to fulfill the biggest regret he had in life on the seventh day after his death. he is handed a lantern, the light of which will allow him to see the soul and call it inside.

this is the first part of "everything comes to a full circle" of mo ran's journey. mo ran finds chu wanning's soul in mengpo hall, with no memory of anything but his regret, making wontons. he is blind, here, and is touching everything including the pot on the pyre with his hands alone to be able to tell where what should go. his robes are as white and bloodied as they were when he died. mo ran breaks down and falls to his knees in front of him when cwn senses his presence and thinks he is shi mei, calling him over to take those wontons to mo ran and help him feel better. he realises the one who made those wontons all along was chu wannning, not shi mei and remembers how he had thrown his wontons to the ground post shi mei's death in his last lifetime in a fit of fury as he considered him responsible for his death and trying to poorly imitate who he was. he remembers how chu wanning had picked them up, one by one, and thrown them away without saying anything.

he understands chu wanning's biggest regret in his life was not going to mo ran himself and apologising, which he believed was the reason behind mo ran's twisted and fervent hatred for him.

mo ran goes to the underworld. he brings him back from the dead. he spends 5 years in suffering as huaizui works to merge all of cwn's souls together with his body.

the rest of what happens, i will not continue. this is already far too long. but this much should clarify whats happening for those REALLY in doubt.

i am choosing not to mention some of the real spoilery parts, including chu fei/mo ran's rebirth and the [flower] shit. if you know you know! if you want to know, really desperately, my dms are open.

for further reference regarding the highlights in both those timelines, here is how mo ran's character is referred to across all the stages of his increasing understanding and awareness:

bonus: rockstar taxian jun

FINAL THOUGHTS:

2ha actually is one of the most wonderful things i've read in a long while. it asks an insane unhinged unwell question that takes "would you still love me if i were a worm" to newer, cosmical levels [metaphorically equivalent to "would you still love me if i were a sewer-dwelling rat"] and answers it with "yes" and then goes and to extreme lengths to justify that answer. i love it so much. i don't think i've ever read something i loved this much in a long, long while. i would never work this hard in a bout of insanity for a primer if i didn't love it, first of all, i'm notoriously lazy. i hate doing anything. xx

but yes. so recently i wrote a fic, in trying to write a tribute to how intentionally, how terribly, chu wanning loves mo ran [to the point of death and more] and i quoted the mary oliver excerpt from march, at the end, which i think surmises ranwan perfectly.

TRANSCRIPT: There isn’t anything in this world but mad love. Not in this world. No tame love, calm love, mild love, no so-so love. And, of course, no reasonable love. [...] Something touched me, lightly, like a knife-blade. I felt I was bleeding, though just a little, a hint. Inside I flared hot, then cold. I thought of you. Whom I love, madly.   ― MARCH, mary oliver 

THERE ISN'T ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD BUT MAD LOVE, FORREAL. NO SO-SO LOVE. NO REASONABLE LOVE. and also, "I thought of you, whom I love, madly."

but another quote i think from salt is for curing by sonya vatomsky is also what i think of when i think of them

TRANSCRIPT: The safest place to bury a body / is another body, / is in your own body.

girls when they are driven mad by horrific love, by undeniable love, by terrible, stubborn love across lifetimes (two lifetimes, they are both yours, no regrets) ok i'm so normal about them

if you actually have read until here u should a) talk to me about ranwan and b) listen to my ranwan playlist that (archie voice) i know holds all the secrets of this universe bro :)

ok i don't know what else to say. i've been writing this for four hours straight and its 3am. i'll do anything but actually write fic fr. anyw! talk to me! goodbye! i'm sorry for being insane about this!

this is actually what prompted this

#this is the mother of all long posts i've made in my life. i've never made a long post #2ha #erha #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 #二哈和他的白猫师尊 #ranwan #chu wanning #mo ran #taxian jun #once again. i need people to see this

[khandedoe]

I'd give him a good life the one I used to dream about

#husky #siberian husky #arizona #long hair #camo aesthetic #camoisgay #poetry #abandoned #fluffy #doggo #gay poetry #countryside #florida #deep south #trashy y2k #trailer park princess #lizzy grant #ethel cain #gothic poem #mother cain #american teenager

[huskyremix]

Hey lamb cult game? Bring these two back, you bring these two back and chibi-fy them this instant!

#husky does art #myart #cult of the lamb #Aym #Baal #cotl #their mother misses them!!!

[sir-kaenas]

implied 2ha spoilers

me: i don't like reading love triangles. They're usually too cliche.

2ha: (the relationship of three men that will rip my heart into shreds, spit on it, stab me and make me sob)

me:

2ha:

me: oh.

#i hate shi mei #but i love him so much #if i was to love/hate a character ofc it would be from 2ha #chu wanning #shi mei #mo ran #mo ran you poor poor soul #2ha HURT #chu wanning just wants to be a mother hen to his disciples but they keep falling in love with him (with disastrous consequences) #someone give this man a BREAK #2ha #husky and his white cat shizun #erha #welcome to 2ha #where EVERYONE needs therapy #even the readers. especially the readers.

[lexa-griffins]

Thinking about dom Clarke giving Lexa orders in trig for the first time and how Lexa would react to be ordered in bed in the same language she commands her armies in

#shed be wet thats how #but hmm 😳 #lexa tends to plea and beg in trig #but to have Clarke order her in trig too? #being called good girl and being told how wet she is in her mother language? #the roughness of it in Clarkes husky vocie? #ignoreme.jpg

[corpiote]

MO RAN😭

#rmbring he had to drag his mother's dead body as a child #im fine #text #2ha #erha #mo ran #maybe ill reread 2ha since i cant find damien #dumb husky and his white cat shizun

[rockybloo]

I hear you like gorey horror and monsters so I have a question, what's your opinion on eldritch and cosmic horror type content? Also do you have any oc's that fit that kind of non-comprehensible being status? If you got any I'd like to hear about or see em if you have art of them.

Eldritch and Cosmic horror are some of the best types of horror content and my absolute favorites because it forces the creator to be more...CREATIVE basically which lends to a wider variety of scares and creepy stuff than slasher focused stuff (which I also love but it def gets repetitive)

Nope, Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, and so much of Junji Ito's work are my favorite examples because they never have a genuine explanation for why shits happening. It just is and the characters are forced to deal with it.

As for incomprehensible OCs, there's Husky who is an eldritch abomination inspired by the Thing and a being who just wants to be your boyfriend and potentially morph your bodies together into a new being

And

Anna Tommy who is in the same flavoring as Tomie. A cute girl that is EXTREMELY fucked up in unpredictable ways.

Angel is another one. I have a lot about her that I am holding onto as a surprise but that magical girl is more than just a dead teammate.

Nevermore is also an incomprehensible being.

I have a few scattered about tbh.

#i can't share art rn because mother nature will snap my neck #but i do have tags #ask: husky #ask: anna tommy #ask: angel #ask

[darlingpwease]

I love Shi Mei because I have a weakness for characters who are weak little woof woofs with huge problems and the same huge ambitions and in the end the only way they can achieve their goal is to destroy the whole world that has always considered them weak. maybe it's just my experience of communication, but there is something about such people that you look at and think that the maximum they are capable of is crawling, not that "walking", but they dream of taking off and strive for it. it always makes me want to help and see what it will lead to. the fact that this, in the end, causes the death of a huge number of people and the suffering of everyone around makes everything only more interesting.

#🥮 — husky and his white cat shizun #✉.shi mei #[📂] — voice from under the bed #my weakness is a powerful reader who has the same goal as Shi Mei or at least wants to see where it all leads #or their goal can only be achieved by helping Shi Mei so they let him lead #the only mixed dynamic I accept #sex in blood and golden tears because Shi Mei wants to give pleasure and make sure that you will always remain attached to him attached #he may be weak and acting with schemes #but what difference does it make when he is willing to sacrifice everything to get your help #because he knows that if you are there #he will be absolutely protected #after all #every non-abnormal butterfly like him needs a patron and a host to protect #and the fact that he is both traumatized by his mother's experience and sees that you are #not at all interested in using him as other members of his species are being used #but rather follow to make sure he reaches the goal #this is my favorite type of dark romance #Shi Mei has all the rights

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

Person: You son of a bitch! 

Hua Binan, getting up: How DARE you talk about my mother like that! 

Person: I meant your father--

Hua Binan, sitting back down: Oh that's fair, continue.

#erha #2ha #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #=和他的白貓師尊 #hua binan #shi mei #hua gui #2ha rambling #i ramble #the husky and his white cat shizun #i live for hbn/sm hating his father but loving and hero worshipping his mother. as he should. #2ha tag

[lostintherealmsofthefandoms]

I dedicated this post....

To Cangse Sanren (Wei Wuxian's mother) - Who had a bright, witty and cheerful spirit. A talented woman. A wonderful mother.

To Madam Lan (Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen's mother) - Who understood and deeply loved her sons.

To Madame Yu (Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli's mother) - Who despite being far from perfect, was a very strong and brave woman and truly loved her son and daughter.

To Yanli (Jin Ling's mother) - Who never had a chance to actually be a mother, but would've being a kind and amazing mom.

To MianMian - A woman who standed by what she believed. Strong and kind. Probably a great mom.

To Xianli Queen (Xie Lian's mother) - A strong and kind queen. She was compassionate and caring. Deeply loved and supported her son and would have absolutely loved her son in law.

To Hua Cheng's mother - We don't know much about her, but from the few we know, I guess is safe say that she was the only sunshine in Hong'er life and despite the difficulties she did loved and cared for her "little red" a lot.

To Jian Lan (Cuo Cuo's mother) - Who proves that the love of a mother is truly, well... unconditionally😂

To Su Xiyan (Binghe's biological mother) - A woman who choose have her son even with everyone telling her not to, even with the risks, even being threatened, even having to sacrificing herself. She chose her son.

To Washerwoman (Binghe's mother) - A woman who despite the hardships, raised a kind, sweet white lotus flower, even though she didn't give birth to him, I'm sure she loved him as much as if she had.

To Duan Yihan (Mo Ran's mother) - A Woman who even suffering so much for so long, still had kindness in heart and taught her son how to be kind and forgiving.

To Hua Gui (Hua Binan and Mu Yanli's mother) - A woman who did the best she could to survive, and to try give her son and her kind a future. Who loved her non blood daughter the same way she loved her blood son.

To Madame Chu (Chu Lan's Mother(Chu Xun wife) - We knew little about her, but she seemed kind and a good person, a good and loving mother, who deserved so much better.

To Madame Wang (Xue Meng's mother) - Who was quite, kind, gentle but also strong and brave. Who were willing to sacrifice everything to have her son, to raise her son, to see him live.

A toast to all those amazing fictional danmei mothers(from the ones I've read.)

Let's cry over the fact that almost all of them, with a few exceptions, died without being able to see the wonderful men her sons grew up to be.

Exception 1: Crying even more about Hua Gui, her son didn't grew up to be a well... wonderful person lol but I believe that if she had lived, her son would've, could've grew up to be a good and kind man. The same with her daughter. (Specially in a proper world.)

Exception 2: Jian Lan and her son are both dead lol so...

Exception 3: MianMian the only mother who lived. May she have a long, peaceful, happy life with her family<3

*************

Happy Mother's Day to all real life mother that might be seeing this♡

#mother's day #mdzs #tgcf #svsss #2ha #husky and his white cat shizun #erha #mo dao zu shi #heaven officials blessing #mxtx #meatbun #wei wuxian #lan zhan #xie lian #hua cheng #luo binghe #mo ran #hua binan #shi mei #fictional mothers #I probably forgot some from those novels #I won't cry over the fact that CW never had a mother at all

[brighteyedspitz]

these three decided that the rug was a much better spot than the four rather nice beds available to them

#we dont usually put rugs out in the living roon due to my mother hating them #but daisy been having a weird time with grip on the floor and has been refusing to touch the floor #so we put a rug down #my dogs #bodhi tag #daisy tag #dads dog #dipper tag #norwegian elkhound #husky mix #malamute mix #mixed breed

[cowboykakashi]

I can b your angle …….. or yuor devil

#BABY MY BABY MY BABY 😭💙💙💙 #I’m not on speaking terms with my mother so I haven’t been able to go home and see my dog in almost two months and I’m about to LOSE IT #I miss him so fucking much he’s my big sweet baby and he is just the nicest dog in the whole world #Titan #husky mix #Dalmatian mix #shut up satan

[yanosdiary]

Sooooo physically tired lol

#i love michs bruh shes so sweet ueueueueu #AND HUSKY??? SHES SO SWEET UEUEUEUEY WHEN SHE SAID SHES WORRIED SHES GONNA ANNOY ME LIKE NO GIRL I WOULD NOT UR LITERALLY SO SWEET #and huskys twin broke mothers table in class it was so funny lmao and YO THE WAY THE TWIN AND LAUFEY BOY WENT TO LIFT UP THE TABLE #AND ME AND ALPHA AND KAMEKO JUMPED ON GHE TABLE SOCTHEY COULENT LIFT IT #i jumped off because i didnt wanna get injured or get ppl injured #It was so funny they carried her desk to the front but carried it back faster than light when they saw ms meenakshi #it was so funny and then they ripped off f1s school yniform??? HIS POCKET WAS HUNG ON THE BOARD LIKE A DEERS HEAD BRUH #but nkntheless today was a fun day and im so physically tired that i just wanna knock out and not wake up like ever again #i have a math rev tomz but i didnt study... but then again shes gonna give the formulas... but then again ion understand how to do this sht #wtv im tired bye it is what it is if i fail then i fail

[tteokdoroki]

ೀ⋆OCT 16TH CLUELESS ━━ megumi fushiguro + step-cest !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. megumi fushiguro + step-cest. are you totally buggin’ or is your college-goer, goody two shoes step-brother kinda into messing around with you? (7.6K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, enemies to lovers (?), step-cest, photos, videos, fingering, choking, praise kink, panty sniffing, body worship, riding stuffed animals, daddy kink, soft sex, unprotected sex, bimbo-ish + fem!reader, step-brother!megumi fushiguro.

୨୧ — director’s note. lets gooo another kinktober installment! i actually haven't written for megumi in ages and this is kinda long so...i hope this is okay? sorry this is late btw, please enjoy! <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

let’s get one thing straight. 

not all daddy’s girls are dumb.

on the contrary, you’re actually highly intelligent and thoroughly educated — graduating at the top of every single one of your classes in high school, despite negotiating a fair portion of your grades with your teachers. after school, however, you couldn’t quite figure out what you wanted to do and everyone else you knew spent their time growing up around you. daddy wanted you to go to college, get your degree so you could find your footing in the world…he would even pay for it too.

but like every other twenty-something year old girl your age, you were completely and utterly clueless about the direction you wanted to take.

perhaps that was the reason as to why your step-brother, megumi, annoyed you so much. indoctrinated into your family unit of two (yourself and your father, of course) — megumi had joined you to play happily-family when his mother married your father. their fast-paced union didn’t last long, however, for your parents were quickly divorced by the new year…and apparently, you can only divorce people. not children. meaning that your older step sibling had decided he would much rather stick around for the long haul.

it could even be said that megumi fushiguro was an even bigger daddy’s boy (or kiss ass) than you were a daddy’s girl. he went to college on daddy’s money, ate on daddy’s money and got jobs using daddy’s money and power. now, he’s some big time hot shot at an environmental law firm and it irks you just how much your father is pushing for you to be just like megumi. in everybody’s eyes, your step brother was the picture perfect child, an example to follow, a fine gem.

and since your father liked that so much; likes how responsible and diligent megumi is — it would explain why your older step-brother could get away with sneaking up on you in your own house (favourite child privileges). “what are you all dressed up for?” the husky lilt to his deep voice sends shockwaves through your system and a shiver down your spine, making you jump away from the fridge you’re rummaging through.

“a party.” you say frigidly. the dark haired male makes a face and you roll your eyes at him in a disapproving manner. as if megumi was in any position to judge you for your plans and late night endeavours. he was a boring old college student clinging to his younger step sister whilst you were doing society a favour and helping your friend get together with the guy she liked. 

it’s what you do! helping the less fortunate instead of studying for some boring piece of paper and graduate degree. 

you were such a good person. 

turning away from the cool air and dull hum of the fridge freezer, you tuck a few juices to be used as mixers for the party into your bag — ignoring the heaviness of your step brother’s admiral blue gaze as it slips over the curve of your waist, the expanse of your thighs and the bounce of your chest peeking out from your skimpy little get up. it’s funny, how you’ve never liked the way boys have looked at you in the past — but something about the way he drinks you in as if you’re the last glass of water on the plant makes your legs shaky and your breath turn short and…

“can i come?” 

with his lips pressed into a thin line and his emotions hidden behind the perfect mask of his perfect face — megumi slams the fridge door shut, to make you squeak again. his brows raising expectantly while he waits for your answer. “a-as if fushiguro.” you huff in annoyance, jabbing the older step-sibling in his shoulder as he towers over you. “aren’t you too old for house parties? i wouldn’t want you to cramp my style.” 

“i’m not that much older than you.” he laughs, it’s melodious sound sending a warmth through your body.

rolling your eyes, you snap back. “you’re old enough.” 

you make yourself small as you pass by him, attempting to escape his suffocating presence. he makes you feel weird, and you don’t exactly hate it — sure megumi is annoying, snarky and a little mean but he’s… attractive, like next level attractive. he’s got those dreamy sea-storm eyes that make you feel as though you’ll die and go to heaven, a sexy smirk that gets you hot and bothered even if it’s not directed at you. all of your friends have had crushes on your step brother at some point, ones that cause jealousy to brim just under the surface of your skin, pricking you like a thousand tiny needles. your jealousy totally doesn’t have anything to do with you trying to hook your friend up tonight by the way (lying to yourself makes you feel better).

however, feeling this way about megumi is wrong, nowhere near normal. anybody could have told you that — it’s just that your family relationships make things complicated and you don’t want to make this weird between you both. you’d never admit it, but you do enjoy the back and forth sibling-like banter the two of you have. would ruining that be worth it? even if your step-brother was like…everything you’d ever wanted in a guy; not like those snot-nosed, unhygienic, monkey-brained losers you used to go to school with. 

instead, megumi was smart, established and with his future practically set in stone. maybe that’s why you picked on him, why you acted like a spoiled brat whenever he was around, why you pretended to despise his every existence and wish he’d never become a part of your family. because megumi  constantly reminds you of your failures or what your future could be if you put your mind to it and actually tried. 

“maybe, college guys like me wouldn’t seem like such losers if you actually gave furthering your education a shot,” your step brother cuts through your thoughts, stalking behind you with his hands in his pockets as you leave the kitchen and head towards the foyer — getting ready to head out for the party. “just do what your daddy wants, angel. go to college, get your degree so he can get off my back and you can be smart like me. yeah?” 

“and why would i listen to you?” there’s nothing you can do to shake him — your older step brother tailing you as if he’s your own personal guardian. he stops walking when you stop walking, bumping into your back, while a shocked whimper lays flat on the seam on your lips. 

megumi passes you a jacket (which you slide on by yourself) whilst he chuckles again, the sound rumbling in his chest and through your body pressed hotly against his. “‘cause i’m your big brother.” his voice is almost scolding, playfully so, holding a darker tone that you almost recognise as lust whole his larger-than yours hands force their way down to the fat at your waist. “now c’mere, let me fix your outfit. can’t have you goin’ out like this…” megumi squeezes your hips, using his grip on them to spin you around so that you can face him. 

you expect him to tell you to cover up more — that your pretty white dress is too short and that you’re too promiscuous. what you don’t  expect is for the dark haired male to sink to his knees before you, soft and attentive fingers sliding up your inner leg to fix your thigh-highs as that have slipped down. you barely manage to choke back a needy moan. 

he doesn’t let up on the eye contact either; only serving to fog up your pretty little head. “s-step brother,” you manage to remind him gently, finding your voice. 

fushiguro rolls his eyes, poking his tongue into his cheek. “that was your take away, pretty girl?” he doesn’t stop touching you, going as far to peek his head up your skirt — pretending to finish fixing your socks despite the subtle press of his nose against your panties and pinging them against your backside once done fondling you. “there we go, better.” 

he even goes as far to pat your bum in accomplishment too. 

you feel pathetic for letting your step brother touch you in such a taboo way, failing to push megumi off. but he’s never been so bold and you’ve never wanted him more — craving megumi through an insatiable burning in your chest. there’s always been a sexual tension brewing between you both, fuelled by your banter, your rage and mischievousness but how could you act on it? 

megumi was practically family. your family. it would be weird. you couldn’t be anything more without crossing the line of what’s deemed acceptable and what isn’t for step siblings. you have to remember who he is to you, an older brother, a menace to your friends who crush on him and someone who had called you selfish once upon a time. 

finally snapping back to reality, you force yourself away from the tendrils of your step-brother’s grip — swiping your purse from the entryway table and storming towards the door. “you’re buggin’ gumi!” you squeak from the porch. “stop being weird a-and stay out of my room!”  

the door slams harshly as you vacate the property in favour of the party, practically running down the steps with a rapid shake of your head. doing anything you can to rid yourself of all thoughts concerning the enigma that is your older step brother.

the party doesn’t help, and instead ends up a total disaster.

your plan to set your friends up completely falls apart when your ex-best guy friend decides to make a move on you on the way home and drops you off in the middle of nowhere after rejecting him. to top it off, some asshole robs you for your fendi purse at a gas station and makes you lie down on the ground in your matching designer dress! 

the whole ordeal nearly reduces you to tears and forces you to call the one person you’d been trying to forget about all night. megumi. 

he picks you up without a word of protest, but you swear that you can feel his disappointment radiating off of him in thick, asphyxiating waves. “please don’t tell daddy,” you had sniffed, eyes big and teary. and megumi can’t bring himself to blame you or to be mad at you because you’re so sweet and sensitive and a little too good for this world. that and you have no idea how much seeing you cry fucks with his head. 

“you’re a smart girl, baby.” he’d replied softly — though his eyes were hard and his grip on the steering wheel even harder, indicated by the white of his knuckles. “you shouldn’t be messing around in places like this. it’s exactly why you should be in college.” 

like the good big (step) brother he is, fushiguro sneaks you back into the house without a word to your watchful father. instead, he spends the rest of the night comforting you with silly cartoons to heal your inner child. deep down, it means a lot — usually the two of you would argue over control of the remote, and he would always win. this time, megumi lets you be. 

“i don’t think i’m cut out for college,” you sigh after a moment’s silence, ren and stimpy providing the backing track to your vocalised thoughts. “‘m not much aside from my pretty face.” 

fushiguro rolls over so that you lay side by side, nudging you with his elbow playfully. “what would you do instead?” 

“i dunno,” growing bashful, you tuck your face into your shoulder — afraid that he might laugh. “start a fashion business, give people make overs? i think i’m good at that.” 

“you’re good at a lot of things, angel. and making people feel god about themselves is one of them,” rather than belittling your dreams, tearing them down like you’d expect — megumi encourages you, flashing you a small yet supportive smile. “you take care of people.” 

flustered by his praise, you lean into megumi’s side — playing footsie with him at the end of your bed shyly. “you’re better at taking care of me, though.” you whisper, nearly missing the way his eyes drop to your lip-gloss smudged lips. 

“yeah? s’what big brothers are for, right?” he whispers back, a breath’s width away from your lips, nose inches away from nudging yours as if he’s going to kiss you. he wouldn’t be your step-brother if he wasn’t so full of annoying surprises, instead of pulling you into a lip lock — megumi grasps at the remote on your other side in an attempt to change the channel to something more boring and scholarly. 

you protest in the form of a sibling play fight causing you both to roll around in the sheets — fighting for the remote or perhaps dominance over the sexual tension that thickens the air. heat rises throughout the room and your wrestling turns to megumi pinning you to your babyish pink sheets, straddling your waist. he grips your wrists, clasping them together between his large, veiny hands and forces them above your head.

everything happens so quickly, yet so slowly and all at once. one moment you’re fighting like siblings do and the next — megumi fushiguro is finally kissing you, tongue lapping at the crack between your parted lips from where you’ve gasped in shock. tasting every ounce and every essence of the remainder of your gloss, breathing weightily into your mouth as if it’s a relief to have it pressed against his own. you swallow everything he gives you and drink up his saliva as it pools into your mouth to the point where your head spins and you feel like he’s spiked you with arousal. 

this is wrong, on so many levels. as if you would ever make out with your step brother. but this isn’t some kind of twisted dream, it’s a reality you find yourself basking in. you pull megumi onto you by the roots of his dark hair, mewling each time your lips slot together perfectly and whining when his hips start to jut down to meet the softness of your tummy. or when his large hands push and pull at sensitive parts of your body. 

“you’re nothin’ like those college girls.” he tells you once you break apart for air. megumi’s nose nudges your cheek and his kisses dive lower into the crook of your neck while he waits for you to catch your breath. “you’re softer, prettier, you’re—“

he lets go of your wrists.

tilting your head back into your plush pillows, your shaky fingers tangle in the dark, unruly curls of your step brother’s baby hairs. “i’m what?” you tease through a series of pretty little moans, like music to megumi’s ears. you feel him twitch against your inner thigh and the temperature of his body spikes to a sweltering degree. 

“perfect.” his rough tongue swipes over your prominent collarbones and over the fabric of your dress, slipping under the crevice where your breasts meets your rib cage. using his teeth, fushiguro pulls down your dress until it inches off of your shoulders, revealing more of your skin marked with scars, beauty and stretch marks. it comes off easily, exposing you to a pair of hungry, murky blue eyes. the dress remains bunched at your middle.

you must be tripping out — you’ve never seen this look in your step brother’s eyes before. he stares up at you, lips swollen and breath ragged, as if you’re the last meal on earth he’ll ever get to taste. the sexual tension was never obvious to you, and while you’ve always found megumi weird — it didn’t mean you disliked his company. 

“quit staring,” you whine, arching your back into megumi’s touch as it drags across your searing flesh. “it’s weird…you’re making it seem like it’s a bad thing…” 

he yanks down the front of your dress, smooths down the valley between your breasts and over your tummy as they rise and fall with each of your baited breaths. “you don’t like it when i look at you, pretty baby?” then suddenly, his thumb slips back over your naked nipple, curling your sensitive areola before applying a gentle pressure that makes you jolt up the bed. “there’s nothin’ bad about you.” 

fushiguro’s grip runs down to your sides like an easy stream of water, grasping at any flesh he can while simultaneously pulling your hips up to meet his — slotting perfectly against your body to make sure you can feel how hard he is for you. “i’m not like those college girls you’re usually into…” comes your shaky whisper. “‘m too dumb.”

it’s weird, megumi’s never made you nervous until now. 

“no. you’re smart, you’re perfect… you deserve more than the guys that you’re into. you shouldn’t waste your time.” 

his steady hands slide over the curve of your ass, dip beneath the hem of your dress to play with your doughy thighs and every note of his praise is sung over your quivering body.

“so what?” you go on, stepping into the dark to explore whatever the fuck this is with your step brother. “i should waste it on college boys like you?” 

the tail end of your words are lost in a gasped breath as megumi nudges a knuckle against the crotch of your underwear — chuckling softly at the wetness that pools in the seat of them. “you would be if you came with me.” a sort of sick and twisted expression, morphs on his handsome face. one that’s usually so stoic and unreactive to your whines and mewls. but this version of megumi seems to like watching you squirm, revels in the way your hips buck up on instinct the further he presses his fingers between your sticky, viscous folds. “god, sweetheart. your princess parts are already so wet for me.” 

heat flashes across your face, accompanied by the unfamiliar twinge of lust you for megumi you feel buzzing beneath your skin and swirling with the blood in your veins. the way he coos down at you, eyes hooded and tone condescending — it only serves to cloud your judgement and your mind. you shouldn’t be doing this. but you want to. so badly. 

“shut up.” you huff and look away, eyes threatening to roll back into your skull as megumi flicks at your clit from over your skimpy panties. the more he plays with you, rubs at his little sister’s cute pussy, the more your thighs twitch apart — revealing the treasure between them to his dirty-minded gaze. 

the groan that follows vibrates around in the cavity of megumi’s chest before shooting down to your glistening core as it convulses under his fingertips. “you’ll miss me when i go back, don’t deny it.” he tells you like he knows you, voice horse with growing desire. “you should really come with.” 

you scrunch your nose up at his request — of course he would choose now of all times to be annoying and tease you about college. “as if, megumi.” you warn, though it’s hard to stay mad at him when he presses two fingers against your spasming entrance, azure eyes darkening at a stream of your arousal dampens your panties — defining the shape of your puffy folds even more. 

“yeah, yeah. i know, baby. not the time, huh?” megumi hums in amusement, gaze flickering up to your face to watch it twist with euphoria as he continues to pinch and rub at your cunt until your chest is heaving. “you want it that bad. wanna be touched so bad. pretty girls like you can’t do anything without their big brothers...” while he rambles over the drool replacing logical words on his tongue, your step brother pulls his hand away from your sex briefly to push past the lace scalloping on your underwear and access your wetness. “all this, ‘cause of me?” 

“all ‘cause of you.” you breathe the words out like they’re air and nod shyly at your own admission despite the high pitched, babyish tone. to let your stupid older step brother know how much he affects you is embarrassing, borderline humiliating, but you can’t help but fall into him. megumi rewards you with two fingers stroking their way past the tight ring of your entrance, curling instantly to explore your gummy, oozing walls and locate the exact spots that make you tick.

he presses a chaste kiss to your sweaty cheek, body hunched over your shaky one as if to shield the scandalous sight from the world. his little sister split open on his fingers, drenching him in her scent and her slick as fushiguro scissors them and fucks you silly. “mhm, that’s my girl. so nice for me and my fingers. i like you better this way,” he slurs, long and dark lashes (ones that you’d die for) fluttering against your skin as his digits move faster and faster within your selfish, ribbed walls. “when all you can do is cry and make those pretty noises, instead of being a little brat to me all the time.” 

fushiguro pauses his ministrations, forcing you to wriggle and writhe and chase your pleasure for only a moment. “m-megumi!” your hips jut upwards in an attempt to coax some friction out of him, anything on your pulsing clit or against your pleasure spots dotted along your insides. “p-please. fuck, gumi— i need it.” 

he only smiles, his thumb finding your clit and his fingers pick up the pace — bearing down on your g-spot with every thrust into your tight heat. “that’s what i like to hear, none of that back talk. just your pretty voice, beggin’ for me.” he sweet talks you over the dirty, lewd and squishy sounds from your thoroughly fucked cunt as they ring out into the sex tainted air. they form a chorus with your hiccups and pathetic bleats for more — and if your body is a choir, megumi fushiguro is the conductor. he guides you to the gates of heaven, feeds you pieces of pleasure from the grapevine of sun and you let him. 

because he’s your big (step) brother, and you trust him after all. 

“fuck, you’re so pretty. could watch you make a mess of me all night.” 

the bricks bliss build up in your lower tummy, cemented together by megumi’s relentless fingers pumping in and out of your slick sex. you’re the perfect vision, a sight to behold — darling gem eyes shiny with tears, tongue tied to the roof of your mouth by strings of saliva and your body doused with a glimmer of perspiration. your step brother can’t help but create a copy of you grinding against his hand on his mind. filing it away for later. 

pulling his fingers from your selfish heat, megumi brings his hand down against it in a harsh slap — his entire body shuddering at the surprised wail you let out, and the stream of juices that fly up his arm as a result. “ooh, baby. what a pretty noise you just made.” he laments with a rough voice, soothing over the spank with soft flicks to your swollen clit. “can you do that again for me?” 

he doesn’t give you the chance to answer, spanking your pussy again, and again and again until his head is heavy with the sounds of your broken moans and your panties are soaked all the way through — darkened by the running two of your sweet honey nectar that allow his slender fingers to slip back inside you with ease. 

they tease at your stimulated walls and push and pull your tight little hole — and you swear you can practically see the stars that line the night sky with every new sensation. fushiguro is in no better state, cock painstakingly hard and straining against the insides of his sweats while his cool midnight eyes drink in the way your hips stutter and struggle to keep up with the pace of his digits inside of you. 

“‘gumi… i think i—“ your words escape you, drowned out by your own pussy as it squelches around megumi’s fingers. 

he kisses your forehead, contrasting my soft compared to the way he stretches you open and preps you for his cock. “i bet that feets good, huh? you feel like you’re gonna cum.” his tone turns into a mocking one, deep enough to send shivers down your spine and threaten to knock down the wall of mounting pleasure in your lower gut.

tears teeter over the edge of your waterline, streaking a hot path down the apples of your angelic cheeks as your hips lift off the bed — chasing the high only your big brother could give to you. “feels so good, p-please let me cum, ‘gumi.” 

you look to him for reassurance and permission, hiccuping as megumi pulls his fingers out of you to trace from your clit and down the length of your juicy slit. pride swirls in his blazing chest when your body jerks at the sensation, hips running after the source of pleasure. you’re such a good little thing, so pliant and naive — following after your step brother no matter what he does to you. maybe you’re right, maybe you’re a little too dumb for college. but it doesn’t matter right now, not with the way your creamy entrance clenched down on fushiguro lovingly, pleading with him to let you cum.

you’re so close and he knows it, he’d have given into you if he weren’t trying to make this last. 

“actually, i want you to do something for me.” he stops right before you’re about to burst, dragging his fingers out of your pulsating pussy to smear your wetness across your tummy and thighs. 

a babyish blubber bubbles up on the swell of your pouty lips, coated in a layer of salt from your free-flowing tears. “w-what? m-megumi! i was so close!” you say in a petulant manner, squishing your thigh together and trapping his hand between them as if to coax him back into making you cum.

“so spoilt, more like.” your step brother bites back, almost punishing you by removing his body from yours so that he can rid himself off all of his clothes. he tosses them off the bed, but not before pulling his phone from his sweatpants and setting it to the side.

you swallow thickly when his cock springs free and slaps against his washboard abs. megumi is lengthier than he has girth, his balls heavy with an incredulous amount of seed saved up just for you. his tip is pink, almost bright red but coated in a layer of pre that’s no doubtedly smeared along the inside of his sweats but it’s a delicious sight to see nonetheless. 

now you really must be bugging. you’re most certainly clueless to have never thought of megumi this way before today. 

your throat bobs when he grabs hold of his rock hard shaft, hissing at the first few lazy pumps he gives himself.  “i want you to do something for me. then i’ll make you cum.” fushiguro proposes gruffly, locking eyes with you carnally. “put on a show for me princess, ride one of your cute little stuffed animals over there so i can make a memory for when i go back to college.” 

his ask doesn’t register in your pretty little head, and megumi figures he might have left you dazed from withholding your orgasm. or maybe you’re distracted by the way in which he fists his cock, spreading webs of milky white up and down his shaft and over his mushroomed tip with each movement. you hardly notice the fact that he’s reached for his phone, setting it to record using his free hand. 

“you hear me, pretty… fuck…girl?” he curses in a low moan, squeezing himself. 

this time, your attention shoots to his face while your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “y-you want me to… fuck my stuffie?” 

you ask megumi so innocently, head tilted to the side like a sweet little puppy dog and he swears he might bust to you right then and there. 

“fuck…yes.” 

“and you won’t touch me?” 

“not until i’m satisfied, princess.” 

and like the bratty little sister you are, dress pushed down to your middle and makeup askew, you huff at your step-brother — all while grabbing your favourite and biggest stuffed bear to tuck against the ruined treasure between your thighs. 

“you’re so fuckin’ mean, ‘gumi,” you try to keep your cool, but you’re too sensitive — lowering your twitching sex onto the soft toy slowly. “o-oh…”

he angles the camera perfectly to record you, zooming in on your cute little cunt as it slips and slides over the bear with ease.

even beyond the camera, you’re a sight for megumi fushiguro’s sore eyes, each of your curves and dips illuminated by the glistening beads of sweat that roll over the expanse of your skin – catching the low, warm yellow light from up above. he always knew that his little step sister was pretty, practically an angel, but up until now he’d relied soley on his dirty imagination to picture the way you’d look fucking yourself for him. the stuffed toy easily disappears between the meat of your pudgy thighs as you rock back and forth over it, nudging your clit against the nose of the fluffy brown bear.

“feels good, right?” he mumbles lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest. megumi can’t help but be engrossed in your every move, the soft jut of your hips and the bite down on your plump and shiny lips, the way in which your fingers dare to dance up the salacious softness to your curves and skin. “my pretty little thing. i can see why your daddy loves you so much. you’re such a good girl, listening to everything i say.”

megumi’s words waft over your mind like a thick fog of lust, darkening every pure thought you’ve ever had. your whole body twitches at their patronising air, dopamine crackling about in your skull and shooting down to the heartbeat swirling around your fluttering hole. it gushes and gushes, like an endless stream of erotica and glazes over the apex of your thighs like the shin of a sugary treat.

one that makes your step brother’s mouth water with anticipation.

each of your sweet mewls and whistle-tone bleats run through his ears like thick honey, rotting him from the inside out. perhaps that’s what makes megumi so perverted and what makes him crush on his perfect and prim little sister, you’re a fool to have not noticed it before. how he looked at you then and how megumi looks at you now, midnight blue and stormy orbs drowning with lust. your gaze flutters down to his cock, standing tall and flushed against his creamy white skin, neglected as it leaks all over his stomach.

“oh you like that, huh? you shake so much when i talk to you like that.” fushiguro starts to fist his cock faster, matching the speed at which you shakily circle your hips over the poor stuffed animal — panting as it’s fabric darkens with your wetness. “a daddy’s girl through ‘n through.” he teases while you throw it back for his phone.

sure enough, the camera picks up his warm chocolate voice as it coos its praises to you. such a good girl. ride it out princess. all of it fills you to the brim with wanton and desire, makes you crumble before the glaring lense of fushiguro’s phone.

“s-shut up.” 

“uh-uh. and you were doing so well,” your step brother sounds almost cruel, reminding you of the reasons you didn’t get along before today. acting like a school boy picking on his crush, being mean to her because deep down he knows that she likes it. that you like it. “don’t be rude baby. put on a show for ‘gumi.” 

he takes to palming himself more, precum slinging across his knuckles and down his thighs the more turned on he gets. it clings to every vein on his shaft, spreads to the weight of his balls and no doubt can be heard through the camera since slick and lewd noises of the both of you touching yourselves echo throughout your bedroom. megumi does his best to keep the camera steady, but he can’t help himself — following your movements and thrusting up into his closed fist to mock your pussy while you ride your stuffie for dear life.

you’re still so sensitive, but your big brother can tell you’re trying so hard to keep up for him — fighting off your next orgasm as it builds up strong in your lower belly. you want to please megumi, at the end of the day. a smart girl like you knows  “that’s it, keep it movin’ for me…god, you make me wanna cum.” 

you pout at the praise, rutting over the face of your stuffed animal as you breath heavy. it feels way too good, you’re overwhelmed by too many senses and megumi watching you spill your juices about the place doesn’t seem to help. dragging a hand up to your bare chest, you tweak your nipples and tug them until  a needy squeal dancing on your wobbly bottom lip — doing your very best to please the dark haired college student.

you want him to cum, want him to memorise the way your eyes roll back and your moans and quivers — you feel so beautiful beneath his heavy, desire burdened stare. “m-megumi,” you say for the millionth time that night, squirming before his very eyes while you dream on the nose of your precious toy. “i-i’m close!” your hips burn holding back you release, exhaustion and just intertwining in your veins — combusting in your lungs. 

clueless. you were absolutely clueless as to how it would feel falling apart under the caring gaze of someone who loves you so much. 

“yeah, pretty girl?” fushiguro hums gently, giving his cock one last squeeze at the base — cutting off the stream of ore that he dribbles from the source. “c’mere, i gotcha.” he shuffles over to you on the bed, catching you before you fall with his lips pressed to your wet babyish cheeks. “i’ll let you cum, but only on my cock. you’ve got to stay good for me, okay?” 

nodding timidly, you accept a few more kisses from megumi — the ones that he peppers across your face, before he manoeuvres you onto your side and nestles in right behind you. “say you want me,” the words coast along the back of your neck and your body erupts in goosebumps. his voice will always be like a dragon breathing life into a fire. sure to be careful, megumi lifts one of your thighs and hooks it over his slender waist so that he can better access your sluice sex.

he tugs your underwear to the side with one hand and positions his cock at your entrance, sliding the length of his shaft through the strings of your arousal glueing your pussy lips together. both of you hiss in harmony when his bright red tip grinds messily against your pulsing pleasure bud. your unused hole clenches around nothing, pushing out juices as if to claim megumi. 

your head rolls back to rest on megumi’s broad shoulder and you reach a hand behind you to tangle in the dark mass of his sweaty locks — keeping him close. “i need you, ‘gumi. please.” you rasp weakly as his shaft breaches your silken walls, coating him in everything your body has to offer. you spoil megumi, giving him a moment to remember before he leaves for college again.

there’s a delicious residual burn from the way his girth stretches you out causing your cunt so selfishly squeezes down on every inch of your step brother’s milky cock. with a stuttered breath, fushiguro bottoms out until his balls are pressed hotly against your ass and his seedy mushroomed tip is just grazing your womb. 

“just what i wanted to hear,” he purrs into the shell of your ear — nipping it tenderly. you blubber softly into the satin pillows, prepped with a fresh set of tears as you push back onto megumi to meet the push and pull of his dick into your tight, creamy sex. “you’ve always needed me, pretty thing. my precious baby sister, relyin’ on me for everything. even this.”

your entire body burns bright with desire for megumi, you’re surprised you’ve gone this long without him before today. maybe you’ve always needed to feel his sticky tip grind against your juicy walls or his hot breath fanning against your shoulders and neck. you’ve always needed your step brother to guide you in the right direction. you’ve always needed megumi.

“f-fuck, g-gumi!” 

fushiguro fucks you slow and softly, pouring all of his affections into you — letting it buzz in the sex scented air between your salt slicked bodies. his fingertips leave their paw prints along your tiger striped thighs and soft tummy, he’ll kiss them better later, but for now he just wants you to know how much he’s always needed you.  “oh i know pretty girl, i know.” comes megumi’s low, bristling simper — adding to the stacks of pleasure cementing together in your lower tummy. “you’re so good, taking me just right. i’ve always known you’d be good for me.” 

your back arches away from the molten centre of your step brother’s chest but he refuses to let you run from him — wrapping a strong arm around your middle to anchor you and your pussy down on his throbbing cock. “i never wanted to ruin you.” he drawls hungrily, but that doesn’t stop the salacious buck of his hips upwards and the way his hands traverse over each of your perfect imperfections. “but you’re such a sweet thing… you always have been. god, baby, you drive me crazy.” 

fumbling around on the bed, megumi gasps at the phone and hits record once more — propping the device up on the nightstand opposite you so that he can remain hands free. “this body, this princess cunt… the way you grip my hair—“ as if on cue, your fingers tighten at his dark roots and tug him down for a sloppy, spit swapping kiss. “everything about you, s’perfect.” 

the room spins with ecstasy and your pathetic screams die in your throat at the feeling of megumi’s abs contacting against your back, his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you over and over again. you drip sweet nectar onto the sheets, his pelvis and his thighs — tainting him with your precious sin. everything burns with exertion and exhaustion, so you’re forced to slump against your big brother and rely on him to carry you to the high heavens of pleasure.

he doesn’t disappoint, cupping your swaying breasts as you jolt up the bed from the force of his pounding thrusts, flicking at your nipples while keeping himself tucked in your squishy insides. you’re pleasured from every possible angle and it’s all caught on grainy film for megumi to take to college when he leaves without you. 

“‘m so fucking happy… t-that our parents got divorced. s-so that i can…have you like this.” fushiguro tongues at the pulse point under your ear, giving you one hard thrust to emphasise the point, it makes you jump, pushing you that little bit closer to the edge. your step brother never stops pumping himself in and out of you, hardly giving you a second to breathe between sucking on your tongue and slapping a hand down on your slit. 

“aren’t you happy?” he goes on to ask, carving the shape of his dick into your raw sex. “take a deep breath for me, gorgeous.” 

megumi wraps a hand around your throat from behind, squeezing ever so slightly and your glistening doe eyes tear away from the camera to focus on him. you witness the stars align in his azure orbs, the adoration they hold for you and a cry-baby wail slips from between your cherry bitten lips in response. 

“look so pretty with my hand around your throat ‘n my cock in your pussy… look at that. it’s like your body was made for me.” he chimes up again, watching the drool deep from the corner of your mouth as it hangs open with dry moans, like a a cute puppy panting. “how lucky are we?”

“o-oh! gumi!” you sniff blearily, not caring that there isn’t enough air in your brain to think straight. you’re swallowing down his cock and he’s leaking fat droplets of precum against the ridges of your walls — only adding to your wetness. megumi can’t expect a single logical thought to escape you this way. “‘m s-so glad. s-so lucky! so happy! i-i love you.”

the stuttered admission brings out the worst in megumi, causing him to lose his shit. your panties are rubbing his shaft raw, your pussy’s so good that he feels like he’s fucking high, not to mention you sound so pretty he could die here and be the happiest man alive. a feral desire takes over your step brother, his snapping his hips into you so hard that your headboard repeatedly smashes against the wall.

your panties are completely soaked through at this point, equally as ruined as your cunt… but megumi doesn’t care. “love you too. my good girl, my good fucking girl.” he coos, his thrusts growing animalistic and erratic — your bodies dancing to the tune of desire as you chase release. “can you cum for me, pretty? wanna see it, bet you’re so gorgeous when you’re cumming for me little sis.” 

despite being fucked brainless, you still manage to do what you’re told — your hips back onto his from their own accord, puffy pussy locking down on megumi’s base to keep him inside. “i’m close… r-right there gumi!” you choke out.

“right here, baby?” is all he manages to respond with, moaning pornographically into your sweaty shoulder while he shifts the angle of his thrusts. “wanna feel you gush all fucking over me.” 

that’s all you need to hear before your toe curling orgasm comes crashing down on you like a large tidal wave. the knot in your tummy finally unravels and you break beneath the pressure of it all, waves of your juices splashing out onto the sheets and megumi’s pelvis — rewarding him for fucking you this good. you cum so hard that it’s enough to force megumi from your twitching hole, expelling a musky scent into the air.

“f-fucking shit, fuuuck me…” fushiguro stumbles off the edge not long after, using the seam of your panties to finish himself off while you twitch through the aftershocks of your high. he just barely makes it, fucking your underwear and nudging his sensitive cockhead against your abused mound until he’s filling the seat of your panties with fat globs of white hot seed. “jesus…’hmygod, baby. you’re such an angel...d-did so fucking well for me.” 

he peppers you with smooches until you’re calmed down enough to be rolled onto your back. megumi is careful to pull away from you, staying close while you sniffle and come back down to earth. he babies you throughout, lifting the rest of your dress over your head and waiting until you say he can move before grabbing you a spare shirt from your dresser.

“let me see you.” megumi whispers lovingly when he crawls back onto the bed to join you. he grabs his phone from the nightstand and ends its recording, pushing your thighs apart to snap pictures of your cum soaked undies and the thick white that clings to your fat pussy lips and clit. “perfect, you’re so perfect. 

“i am?” you whinge — camera shy. but you don’t tell him to stop, letting your older step brother rub his sensitive and overworked cock over your crotch, smearing the last evidence of your orgasms against you for a quick video. another one that’ll be added to his spank bank for later. “‘gumi…” you warn once you start to feel overstimulated.

he chuckles at how whiny you are, tugging your clean shirt over your head before he pulls you into his arms. “i got it, i’m sorry.” rocking you both back and forth, fushiguro kisses the crown of your head. “yanno… if you’re so serious about not joining me at college. i’ll try and convince your dad to let you stay in town. as long as you keep up your promise and try to start a business.” 

your heart skips a beat, and you cast a glance upwards at your step brother. “really?” 

“really. if it means that much to you.” 

sleep settles heavy in megumi’s bones and on his pretty face — one you didn’t realise you loved so much. “it does! thank you, ‘gumi,” you say quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “m-maybe you college boys aren’t so bad.” 

“oh come on now, didn’t me fucking you stupid literally just prove that?” 

“maybe.” 

“so you’ll come visit me at college then. since you like me so much.” fushiguro quips cheekily, narrowly missing your swat to his chest. 

you roll your eyes and try to unravel yourself from your step brother’s affectionate grip, but don’t hide your smile. “ugh! as if, don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

but teasing megumi further only gets you dragged back into the sheets — two sets of laughter echoing throughout the room in what appears to be another sibling fight. 

except this time, you’re not as clueless. 

you know that something like this, and with megumi, means something much, much more.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[buckyalpine]

Mob Bucky x virgin reader

18+

Mob Bucky x virgin reader 

If you’re wondering how bad my procrastination is, I started this in November. Anyway, I forgot to add some lines from a different fic here. There’s no plot here, literally just a scene I imagined. Please read the warnings. 

Warnings: dub con, degrading, virginity taking, innocence kink, mentions of blood, horny, feral Bucky is a warning, porn and little plot. Honestly, no plot. 

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He knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you. Cute little sun dresses, beautiful eyes, your perfect lips, every single one of your delicate features making him crave to have you. He didn’t know what to do with himself the day he found out you were a virgin; you said it so quietly he would have missed it if you weren’t curled up on his lap. 

“My sweet innocent baby” He cooed, trying his best to contain his erection, desperate to fill you. “No ones ever touched you?” 

N-no” You shook your head keeping it buried against his neck while your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You were told to wait until marriage to do anything so you did exactly as you were told. It hadn't been a problem up until now, your heart rate beating faster, squeezing your thighs together to make that feeling go away. He was intoxicating; rough fingers tracing over your smooth skin, skimming up to the hem of your dress.

“I-I can’t” You shook your head when he nearly reached your panties, his hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his eyes. 

“Why not, darling”

“We’re-um-” You fumbled with your fingers, choking on your words "We’re not married” 

“Is that all baby?” Bucky chuckled, kissing your cheek, “You know it doesn’t count if I just touch you sweets, would that be okay?” 

You swallowed thickly, knowing it was a bad idea to give into his temptations, the words of your mother and father screaming at you to behave yourself, that were omitting a grave sin, giving into lust-

“O-okay” 

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“It’ll be more comfortable this way, darling” He reassured you as he spread you out on his large bed, all your clothes torn off while he stripped the last of his boxers before crawling beside you. Your eyes flicked down to his thick length, your stomach clenching as it bobbed between his legs while he settled himself. 

“You can look baby, you don’t have to touch if you don’t want to” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine when he caught you struggling to look away, your eyes now fully trained on the way a stick liquid was beading from the tip of his cock. He gently parted your thighs, moving to kneel in between them, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit making you squeak in surprise at the feeling. 

“Just your fingers?” You looked at him nervously with doe eyes as he gave you a wolfish grin. 

“Just my fingers love, you’re not doing anything wrong” He rubbed the side of your thigh comfortingly while he coated his fingers in your slick, pressing the middle one into your entrance. “Still such a good girl” 

You gasped at the gentle stretch, gripping onto the sheets when he slowly added another, pumping in and out of your pussy, groaning at the way your thighs parted further to give him better access. 

“Look at this little button” Bucky whispered, rubbing deliberate circles around your clit, watching the way you started to fall apart when he crooked his fingers, fingering you faster. Your moans were music to his ears, his other hand pulling your lip away from your teeth to keep you from silencing yourself. “C’mon, I know you feel it princess, you can cum pretty girl” 

“I-I’m gonna-Bucky-Please!-” The squelching sounds of your sopping cunt got louder as you came closer and closer to the edge, blinding pleasure finally pushing you off as you convulsed around his fingers. “Oh God!” 

“That’s it baby” Bucky slowed down, gently pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, smirking when you cracked your eyes open again, sweat making your skin glisten. He was still kneeling in front of you, precum dribbling down his shaft, his balls achingly full while you shyly peered up at him through your lashes.

He was gorgeous. 

Gorgeous enough you’d want to-

No. 

As if he could read your mind. Bucky took your hand in his, placing your palm on his cock, nearly growling at how soft you felt compared to his rough hand wen he touched himself. 

“You can touch baby, you’re still my good girl” Bucky’s voice was breathless as you hesitantly wrapped your hand around his velvety shaft, stroking his heavy cock. He kept his hand over yours, jerking himself into your fist while his eyes raked up and down your body. 

“Let me touch you darling” He nearly fell forward when your thumb swiped over his slit, “Just let me rub it on you baby, it doesn’t count sweets, you don’t have to worry” 

“Are-are you sure?”

“Of course baby” 

He promised again while you bit your li hesitation before giving him a shaky nod. Bucky groaned, slotting himself between you legs, pumping his cock before rubbing it between you folds, his swollen tip leaking all over your already soaked pussy. 

“So soft bunny” He growled, throbbing when his tip caught against your entrance before rubbing against your clit again, “Feels s’good” 

“Bucky” You moaned in his ear as he started to hump against your pussy, slotting his cock snugly between your folds, his cockhead bumping against your clit with each thrust. “Bucky please” 

You weren’t sure what you were begging for, the feeling of him slipping up and down against you between the grunts and groans he made each time made your belly clench, your eyes growing wide when he was pressed against your entrance again, 

“Bucky-Bucky we can’t-” You looked at him with frantic eyes, his heavy body now fully resting on top of you while he continued to tease his cock, softly pressing against you.  

“That’s not what you call me love, you know better” Bucky had tested the waters earlier, loving how flustered and shy you got when he insisted you call him by something else, making you even more needy for him. 

 “But-were not married daddy” You whimpered, feeling the blunt tip of his cock starting to press against your entrance while he hummed with approval. 

“I won’t move love, just-just let me put the tip in, alright? Just the tip darling” He barely waited for your permission, breaching your hole as soon as you nodded, the sharp sting making you cry out in pain. 

“DADDY!, DADDY s’too much!” You shook your head as he kept pushing in more, stretching as if he were trying to split you in half. 

“I won’t fuck you, just wanna feel it” He gasped as soon as he was fully sheathed in you, your tight walls choking his cock. “Oh fuck angel, you’re so tight, make room for my cock baby, c’mon, let daddy fuck you baby” 

“It’s too big, it hurts” You cried out, squirming and withering on the bed, your legs squeezing and tensing around him while he brought his hand to wipe your tears, pushing away the strange of hair that clung to your forehead. 

“But you feel so good love, you gonna let daddy take your virginity baby?” 

“I-but-we-”

Bucky cooed at your stammering while staying fully buried in your cunt, precum already leaking. He pulled his hips back before thrusting forward making you squeal, his eyes locked with your as he started to fuck you. 

“Stop daddy!” Your nails clawed at his back pleasure, pain, shame, guilt, lust, one too many emotions flowing through you as he moved faster, his muscles tensing, rippling down his body. “Slow down, please!” 

“But you’re making daddy feel so good baby” Bucky groaned, lost in his own world, feral over how tight you were, how you pleaded for him to slow down, his cock was too much for your tiny pussy to take. He loved the way you hiccupped and choked sobs, your greedy virgin cunt sucking him right back in each time he pulled out.  

He was sure he could smell the light scent of iron in the air, looking down at where the both of you were connected, his shaft covered in your creamy slick. Spots of red stained his white sheets, but that only seemed to spur him on more, growling and pounding you harder. 

“Oh sweet girl, did I stretch you too much?” 

“It-hurts” You whimpered, clinging onto him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying, you wanted to be so good for him but you could feel the pain radiating through your body, shame melting into pleasure as he drove his cock in deeper. He could feel his length swell, his balls starting to pull tight against his body when you bit down harder, the pain making him throb. 

“Gonna let daddy put his seed in you princess? Hmm? We’re not even married darling, are you gonna let my cock bust in you?” It was so wrong, all of it was so wrong but you were too far gone, too deep, your foggy brain caving, giving into everything you’d always wanted. 

“Yes daddy yes!” Your thighs trembled, squeezing tightly around his waist as the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. Spots clouded around your vision as you clenched around his cock making it hard for him to move, your second orgasm ready to wash over you. 

“That’s a good slut, taking all of her daddy’s dick and letting him making a mess in her” He let out a dark chuckle as his hand came up to wrap around your throat, softly squeezing the sides. 

“M’m-not a slut” Your whimper turned into a guttural moan as he pounded you with everything he had, the bed shaking, his balls slapping your ass. “Ah-AHh fuck!!” 

“Oh but you are baby, all naked and spread out on my bed, fuck princess, m’gonna give it to you so hard, m’gonna cum so fucking hard, shit-FUCCKK” Bucky roared, as bursts of cum streamed out of his cock, the feeling of his seed making you feel warm inside. “You’re milking my cock you slut, gonna milk my fuckin’ dry the way you’re choking me, go on and milk me sweets, take it all” 

You cried out as you came around his cock, emptying him for all he was worth. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping himself warm while you nearly passed out from pleasure, shuddering in his hold. He smirked at your fucked out state, pushing his hips up making you whimper, cuddling into his chest. 

“Rest darling, daddy isn’t finish yet”  

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