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evilwickedme · 4 months

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hey it’s me from the Batman posts! (the one that left the tags abt wanting to get into Batman but having no clue where to start)

If its not too much trouble, I’d love any advice on where to start with Batman or Batfam(?) stuff, I saw someone suggest reading the Batman: Wayne Family Adventures thing on webtoon as an intro to the characters so I’ve been doing that, but I’ve got no clue about any of the official comics or shows/movies/etc. I’ve never read a comic series before so everything is super new to me.

I know different series(?)/versions(?) can be wildly different bc of different writers and stuff, I definitely trust your taste on what would be good / enjoyable bc the posts you’ve been reblogging are like 90% of whats gotten me interested in the first place

Thank you, and absolutely no rush!!

Hey I am legit SO happy that you sent me this ask this is literally my favorite thing to do!!!!

So to start with I do actually agree that wfa is a good starting point but for a different reason than I feel most people would recommend it. The thing about wfa is that it has a consistent design for every character, is humorous, touches not only on the main batfamily members but also many extended members, other noteworthy people in Gotham, and the batfamily's cast of friends and teammates as well. This means that while its approach to characterization is incredibly fanon-y, it's a good basis for how to continue. You read wfa, and you know that Dick is the first robin, wears ridiculous costumes, was batman for a bit, is nightwing, part of the teen titans... this isn't a lot, but it's just enough to orient yourself before jumping into some of the most convoluted art ever created, aka the comic world.

Another tip I'm gonna give you is to let yourself be confused. I think the people who end up sticking with comics are people who are aware that if they pick up a comic it's very likely the writers and artists have read and worked on comics that you haven't read yet or even heard of, so you're always going to be missing something. That's fine. If something is really important to the plot, it gets explained; if it's not, it's windowdressing. Often there'll be little boxes saying what comic and issue they're referencing, so if you find it interesting you can just go read it - otherwise, if it's not there, you can google it, or go to any comic fan and ask "hey do you know what this is about?" and if they know, they will answer. There is nothing a comic fan wants more than to explain how to get into their favorite character/s, trust me.

Anyway this has been a very wordy intro but here are some potential starting points for the batfamily!

Bruce Wayne

You know who he is. Pick up an issue of Batman or Detective Comics and he's there. Pick up an issue of any other DC comic and there's like a 30% chance he's there too.

Batman: The Long Halloween

Noir style, investigative, early in batman's career, two face's origin story

It has a sequel-ish story called Batman: Dark Victory that's almost as good

Batman: Hush

Batman: Year One

Frankly there's not going to be much information in this comic you don't already know, but also, it's a classic, so might as well

Batman: A Death in the Family & Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying (crossover with the new teen titans)

First story is Jason's death, second is Tim's introduction and arguably the start of the batfamily being a family

Tim drags Dick back into the fray in ALPOD. It's just sort of the kind of thing he does

Do NOT confuse A Death in the Family with Death OF the Family, which is a much newer story, and Not Good

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Jason's villain arc! More details below

Batman himself isn't actually my favorite but you know he's got some decent stuff since he's, uh, the main character. DC doesn't have a multiverse the way Marvel does - and getting into that would be a whole separate ask - but their elseworlds are stories about the characters in different situations. Some ones I've heard good things about include Gotham by Gaslight, Dark Knights of Steel, Batman: Last Knight on Earth, and I keep meaning to get into Batman: White Knight, which is a whole other universe on its own. I've been trying to get into more modern batman stuff and unfortunately I just haven't clicked with anything.

Dick Grayson

Guy has been in a lot of things. If you read a random Batman comics from before 1980, there's a good chance he'll be there.

Teen Titans and The New Teen Titans and Titans (1980s-2000s)

I haven't read enough of these to say much of anything, but he's a founding member of the TT

Nightwing

His post-Robin superhero identity. At first only present in NTT and occasional Batman comics, but eventually he gets his own miniseries in the early 90s, followed by an ongoing. Recently-ish started reading them and they're angsty and very 90s in a lot of ways but I'm enjoying it

Modern Nightwing titles also exist. For sure.

Batman & Robin by Morrison

In one of DC's ten million crises, Bruce "dies", and after a short story called Battle for the Cowl, Dick ends up becoming Batman. Damian is his Robin. It's an interesting time for batman comics, although not necessarily the best writing that Dick has ever gotten.

Batman: The Dark Mirror

Also a great story for the Gordons. Bruce is back from the dead, but Dick is still Batman in Gotham. This was my first even Batman comic and it's really good.

Obviously there's other stories, such as Grayson, where he becomes a super spy for a bit. There's a million and a half reading lists for Dick out there as he's a massively popular character and he's one of the characters DC is pushing the most right now. As with all the rest of these, these are good entry points; from there I trust you to find your way

Barbara Gordon

The original Batgirl, sort of (nobody really brings up bette kane unless they're pointing out that babs wasn't the original Batgirl, she's just not important). She appears sporadically in silver and bronze age batman comics and detective comics, but she quits being Batgirl shortly before being raped and shot in the spine by the joker in Batman: the Killing Joke, which I purposefully did not put on my rec list.

Birds of Prey

Babs-as-Oracle at her best.

Batman: The Dark Mirror

Babs' long lost brother comes back to town. It's fucked up.

I've been reliably told to stay away from her Batgirl runs - most people who are a fan of the character don't like that they retconned Oracle away and it's mostly not very well written. There's a comic called batgirls that lasted about a year that included her, and it's okay.

Jason Todd (my beloved)

MY MAN

Batman: Second Chances

Collected edition of Jason as Robin, so much fun. Extremely silly at times since it's the 80s.

Batman: A Death in the Family

For obvious reasons.

Then he's just sort of dead for 17 years. He shows up in heaven in a Green Arrow issue and is occasionally brought up or shown as a hallucination, but that's about it.

Batman: Under the Red Hood

There's a new crime lord in town and he's so smart and talented and hot omg I wonder who he is!!!!

The collected edition also comes with the annual that reveals how he came back to life

Task Force Z

This shouldn't be as good as it is.

Jason gets recruited to work with a team of undead villains

Jason gets called a hot a bunch of times, and is shirtless a lot. This doesn't matter but you know, like, yeah it does.

For Robin!Jason there's also Batman: The Cult - which I finally got my hands on recently but haven't read yet. For Red Hood!Jason there's lots of stuff, but most of it isn't very good or is actively bad. Most people will tell you to stay away from Red Hood and the Outlaws, and they're right, although the 2016 run is better. Most people will tell you to read Batman & Red Hood: Cheer, and they're wrong, it's ass.

Tim Drake

Frankly this boy has no flops. Or very close to it.

Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying

Tim figured out who Batman and Robin are at AGE NINE. Respect.

After this he appears in various Batman and detective comics issues, I haven't read any of these.

Robin

The first Robin to get his own ongoing! Like with Nightwing, it started with a miniseries (a few of them, actually) and got turned into a long running series from there. Lasted like 200 issues, too.

Tim FUCKS.

Not Steph's first appearance, but most of her appearances pre-2009 are in this series.

Young Justice 1998

It's insane in all the best ways. Cars have sex on panel. They play baseball to save the world on an alien planet. A power of friendship speech prevents the end of the world. In the first issue, a woman develops breasts so big she falls on her face.

This team eventually breaks apart and Tim along with 3 other teen heroes nicknamed the core four (Superboy, Impulse, & Wonder Girl II) become part of Teen Titans 2003, which I haven't read and is also a bit of a flop era fashion wise for everyone anyway. I do have the volume of TT03 where they meet the versions of themselves from the future and I plan on reading that soon-ish.

In the mid 2000s basically everyone Tim loves dies. Steph died in 2004 ish after a very short stint as Robin. Tim's mom dies, then his dad is murdered, and it's unclear what happened to his step mom, but she was in Bludhaven, which had an atomic bomb dropped on it. Impulse becomes kid flash becomes the flash becomes murdered, and superboy gets killed while saving the world. Steph does turn out to not be dead after all and Impulse and Superboy come back from the dead eventually but by God he's having a tough year BEFORE Bruce "dies".

Red Robin 2009

After Bruce "dies" and Dick becomes Batman, Dick makes Damian his Robin and nobody believes Tim that Bruce is still alive, so he steals the Red Robin costume and goes on a mission to save his dad!

Not a comic to read first because it's so uncharacteristic of Tim as a person, but definitely something to read as soon as possible, because it's ridiculously good.

After flashpoint/n52 Tim doesn't have his own ongoing for a while, but he does come out as bisexual in an early issue of Batman Urban Legends (2021) and he got his own ongoing called Tim Drake: Robin in 2022 which was ugly AF and yet cancelled far too soon. There's a Young Justice run from 2019 I haven't read yet.

Stephanie Brown

For her I would go to Google, bc I haven't gone down the rabbithole enough for her yet. I know her first appearance was in a batman comic where she became spoiler to spoil her dad's plans - her dad being a third rate villain called the cluemaster - and she almost kills him, so good for her. Afterwards she appears every once in a while in various comics, most notably in Robin, where she and Tim as Robin start dating despite him knowing her identity but not the other way around.

Robin 60s (I don't remember the exact issues)

Steph gives birth and gives her baby up for adoption

Robin 126-128

Steph becomes Robin when Tim quits for his still-alive-but-not-for-long dad.

War Games

Steph does a fucky wucky and accidentally starts a gang war which gets her killed

There's another Robin arc where she comes back and it turns out she was never dead, Leslie (the family doctor) simply faked her death and sent her to Africa to recover

Batgirl 2009

Her first and only solo ongoing, but it's really good

She also appears a lot in Cass's Batgirl ongoings, and occasionally shows up in yj98. Her most recent series in Batgirls, which isn't very good but her interactions with Cass are very gay, and we've all been shipping it for 20 years at this point, so frankly it's long overdue. Unlikely to become canon tho, unfortunately.

Cassandra Cain

She doesn't use a lot of words, so neither will I. Probably.

No Man's Land

Frankly I am terrified to read this, it's so many goddamn issues, but this is her first appearance. I have one "volume" and it's as big as the fucking Bible.

Batgirl 2000

She's the first Batgirl to get an ongoing. The one from 2008 I've been reliably told isn't very good. She's absolutely terrifying in the 2000 one, I approve.

Outsiders 2016

Supposed to also be good for Duke content. I think at this point she's going by Orphan? Idk she's had a lot of names.

Idk I prefer Black Bat

Spirit World

Mini series that recently ended. Soooooo good. Alyssa Wong is a top contender for favorite modern writer.

She's mostly a background character. Bc DC is both sexist AND racist. She was also in batgirls.

Damian Wayne

Frankly he's my least favorite of the batkids, but that's not his fault, he's been a victim of a lot of really racist writing.

Batman: Son of the Demon

Somehow both his origin AND an elseworlds that doesn't count. Not required reading, but Bruce and Talia are madly in love in this.

Batman by Grant Morrison

After UTRH and before Dick was forced to become Batman Morrison reintroduced Talia's son, who in this version was a rape baby bc apparently brutalia weren't in love and Talia drugged Bruce. Fucking fine, I guess.

His character growth during his time as robin is sweet tho.

Robin 2021

His only solo ongoing, pretty good

Super Sons

He had two team up comics with then fellow child Jon Kent, son of superman, and it was fucking adorable. Then they aged up Jon to 17, so they're still friends, but Jon has his own shit going on.

Duke Thomas

He's REALLY new, and I haven't read any of it, I'm sorry.

Robin War

Batman and the Signal - I finally got my hands on the first issue of this last week!

The Outsiders 2016

Frankly they should capitalize on the Duke & Cass friendship/siblingship more often.

Alfred Pennyworth

I haven't read it, but there's a series called Pennyworth about his days as a spy for the crown. Supposed to be pretty good.

Kate Kane

The Jewish lesbian batwoman of our dreams

Batwoman: Elegy

Her introduction

Also, it's written by Greg Rucka, and if he can do one thing, it's write sapphic women. I'm not even joking.

Get the newer edition that has both of her original Rucka stories

Batwoman ongoings

She's had a couple, they're both supposed to be pretty solid, I've only read a few issues here and there

Batman in other media

Animated: I'm currently watching Batman the Animated Series for the first time and it seems to really get Bruce as a character, even if Robin will be there one episode and his existence will be a plot hole in the next. The Justice League animated series has also been fun so far. Teen Titans have gotten a number of animated adaptations all of which have pretty strong followings. There's an animated show called "Young Justice" which is a Teen Titans show and I refuse to watch it (it has a very devout following, but all that means is that the Young Justice - All Media Types tag on ao3 is just the same as Young Justice Cartoon and I have to filter heavily when looking for yj98 fics). Lego Batman is a REALLY fun film, and I think it turned into a whole franchise.

Live action TV: I have watched the first season of both Titans and Gotham, but both of those were before I was into the batfamily as a concept. My impression of Titans is overall negative and my impression of Gotham is overall positive.

Live action movies: There are so many Goddamn Batman movies. I like the Dark Knight Trilogy, but even calling it "based on" the Dark Knight comic trilogy is giving it a lil more credit than it deserves. The Batman 2022 is massively popular with the comic fandom for a reason - I'm not a big fan of it, but I did enjoy laughing at the movie so at least there's that. Batfleck sucks. I haven't seen anything else, up to and including the Joker movie. Oh, and Birds of Prey was really good, but that's not Cass.

Video games: The Arkham trilogy is well loved and I have indeed just bought it, but I haven't gotten to it because I'm currently working on Gotham Knights and uh. Okay so listen. This game is a lot of fun and I will be finishing it. But it's like. Got a massively antisemitic plot point. I can't even say I don't recommend it, I'm genuinely enjoying the game a lot. But I've never seen anybody bring this up, and it's bugging me.

ANYWAY I'm sure I've missed a LOT but this is introductory so you know I'm giving myself grace. There's characters I completely skipped and I'm sure mega fans of characters I haven't read much of will be offended that I said such and such about them but you know it's only been about a year and a half since I started reading dc comics and I'm still figuring it all out. And I probably will still be figuring it out for the next decade. To me that's actually part of the fun of it.

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #damian wayne #kate kane #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #batfam #dc #reading list #gail speaks #ask #fageles

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ofallthingsnasty · 5 months

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Scenario where Arlongs human pet falls pregnant 👉👈

oh, anon, you're so evil... i love it 😔💕

references this post

tw.minors dni, forced pregnancy, noncon, dehumanization, mutilation mention, read the tags and read them twice

It's simultaneously the best and worst thing that can happen to you in this situation.

The best because it provides you with a breather of sorts - and the worst because well, you're pregnant with that man's child. You might think he’d be angry with you - far from that, actually. The moment he catches on, he’ll be nothing but thoroughly pleased with himself. It means that he has fully tainted you, claimed every inch of your body. Of course you'd get knocked up, he'll say, how could your little human womb ever withstand his seed. And if he hasn’t called you his little cow before - he’s definitely going to, now. As utterly humiliating it is to have him smile down at you with nothing but smug malice, it also elevates your status significantly. Suddenly there is a place to sleep for you, even regular meals. No more crawling around on all fours to amuse him or the crew, no more heavy feet on your back when he decides he’d rather use you as a footstool, no more hands all over your body, pinching, groping, slapping you - and, most importantly, no more impromptu violence, at least to the extent you experienced beforehand. That little thing in you is far too valuable to torture its vessel over and risk losing it. (And he’ll tell you all about it - that he’s only being so nice to you because you’re carrying his child.) Does it mean that you’re suddenly living an almost normal life despite the circumstances? Absolutely not. You’ll still need to make yourself useful to him - you’re still their little maid-servant and work from dusk to dawn, still have to serve Arlong to your best abilities - but the abuse shifts from physical to verbal. It’s still hard, but with a full belly, a decent place to sleep and without the looming threat of getting drowned just for fun, harsh words are way, way easier to withstand than before. He is obsessed with your bump - he definitely makes you wear clothing that emphasizes it the moment you even start to remotely show. It’s the deepest form of branding to him and he develops a sick pleasure in showing you off to your old friends and family in the village that you used to call your home. He parades you around like he just bred his pedigree dog, talks on and on about how you’ve finally fully submitted and saw the light, saw what’s best for you, how you know your place - all to the mortification of the people you used to know. He’ll make a whole show of getting you examined by your old town doctor, makes sure you’re at every check-up, each time a little fuller than before, showing off your progress. (And god have mercy on them if they try to help you get rid of it because it’s an open secret that this pregnancy is entirely unwanted. He’ll slit them open top to bottom on the town square and threaten to cut your feet off - if you dare to kill his offspring he’ll simply fuck another one in you, he’ll say, expression beyond good and evil. You’ll lose a finger for the attempt; if you try again, it’ll be a limb.)

Not to mention that he’s ravenous. It’s like a switch has been flipped in his brain - where he has forced himself on you in the past to get his dick wet, to get some use out of you, he suddenly can’t keep his hands to himself because of some new-found attraction. And the more you’re showing, the worse it gets. He’ll fuck you until the day you’re due, no matter how much you complain or how straining it is for you. It’s something he retains until after you’ve given birth - from that moment on, you’ve gone from the human toy to his little breeding stock and he’ll make sure to put you to good use. You’ll never be empty again if he can help it - he’s found a new ‘feature’ of yours to exploit and he’s going to keep at it until you’re a shell of your former self, until you collapse.

And you better hope the baby takes more after him than you - he’s not going to be kind to a little half fish-man who looks more like a human than him. That poor baby has a beyond bleak future in front of them. (Don’t even think of trying to escape with your child - he’ll make you regret it every single day of your remaining life, that’s for sure.)

#/arlong #/one piece #tw.forced pregnancy #tw.noncon #tw.violence #tw.dark content #arlong x reader #one piece x reader

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emilyssky · 10 months

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Chapter 12: The Mess We Made

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

One year ago today Chan was running around my apartment, anxiously changing from a variety of dress shirts and pants. I remember how big this event was for him and how nervous he was about going for the first time, since back then he only knew the boys just a couple of months. This year things are different.

To say that I was anxious about going is an understatement and thank fucking god that Emma let me borrow one of her dresses cause I probably wouldn't have gone otherwise. Emma grew up in a quite wealthy family, she attended one of the best private schools in the area, and that involved many fancy parties and proms. So she has a good amount of nice, long dresses.

Unlike Emma, I was invited last minute and not by the person I would like, either way, I'm happy that Jeongin invited me the night we hang out. In Seungmin's family apparently, it's a tradition to host a Christmas Eve dinner party, and was a massive deal for him growing up. His nights before Christmas were filled with fancy dresses and suits, people drinking a shit tone of champagne, and 5-star catering employees walking around with plates of foods too small to be that expensive while classical Christmas music played in the background. During the last few years that he's been living on his own, he decided to carry on his family tradition and this year is no exception. I was kind of excited, I have to admit, it's not every day that I get to wear a fancy-ass dress and act like I'm not a broke college student that can barely keep her shit together. The one thing that I was stressing about was the fact that you had to bring a date. Of course, Seungmin told me that it would be completely okay if I show up alone but honestly, it will feel a little pathetic going solo, especially since he's going to be there. A small part of me wanted him to ask me that night. I waited and waited until the second I got out of his car but he never did. Moments from yesterday have been playing through my mind on repeat, like a film from an old movie, bits and pieces of the way he look at me and how the way his smile made the night sky a little brighter. I didn't expect him to call or text but still, since I woke up every time a notification would pop up a part of me hoped it was him. I'm both scared and curious to see how he's gonna act tonight but I know that if he acts like nothing happen it's gonna hurt just a little more this time.

Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix offered to be my dates yet I said no to all three of them. Everyone knows that we're friends and if I showed up with one of them as my date it would mean that I wasn't able to find someone else. Which is true, finding someone who's willing to come as your date to a nice Christmas Eve party is harder than I thought. When Kai offered to be my date after overhearing me complain to Hyunjin about not having one I was extremely reviled. I like Kai, he's pretty chill and I feel like he's going to be a great date, plus everyone knows him. Emma is going with Seungmin obviously, while Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix are all going solo, probably in hopes of getting laid.

I smoothen the front of my dress as we step into the elevator. The dress Emma gave me is breathtaking. It's a deep, dark shade of red that contrasts with the paleness of my skin perfectly and the satin fabric falls loose around my body yet tight enough in the right places in order to hug my curves perfectly. The straps are thin, not offering much support to my breasts, but thankfully Emma and I have similar chests so the cups of the dress are enough. My whole back is bare, the fabric starting from the top of my ass and hitting the ground while the big cut that's starting from the middle of my thigh, exposed almost my whole leg. I kept my makeup natural, letting the dress and the deep red that painted my lips do all the work. On any other occasion, I would've perfectly straightened my hair, but his compliment from last night tickled the side of my brain, so I let my long, thick brown curls fall all over my shoulders and down my back.

I bounced my right leg up and down, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor of the large elevator filling the small space.

"Can't you just relax?" Emma touched up the sides of her nude, glossy lips with the tip of her finger in the elevator mirror. She is dressed in a white, tight, strapless dress that makes her figure look almost fake. The way her boobs are pushed upwards and the way the fabric of the dress is so tight around her waist make her body look incredible, offering her an hourglass shape.

"Yeah, you've been fidgeting the whole way here." Kai adds, leaning against the wall with hands in his pockets. He's wearing a simple black suit with a dark red tie to match my dress, which I find really thoughtful and cute. His dirty blond hair is messily styled, yet somehow he managed to look like a runway model.

"I've never been in anything like this before." I mumble but in reality, that's not the reason I've been on edge since I woke up. It's not the people that are gonna be there, it's not the fancy setting or the nice clothes. It's him. It's the fact that he's going to be there, and the irritating feeling deep inside me that he's not going to be alone.

Kai pushes himself off the wall just as the elevator doors over. "You look stunning, relax." He leans in my way, his tone just a little lower than before.

I exhale, forming a small smile and we exit the elevator.

"It's going to be so much fun!" Emma squeals, fastening her step down the hall. "I'm so excited!"

We reach their door and Emma rings the doorbell. I feel my palms sweating already, my fingers playing with each other nervously. Kai shoots me a glance before resting his hand on my lower back, his fingers brushing my hip.

The door opens.

Seungmin's eyes go wide, the rest of his face staying completely still. "You're kidding." His gaze travels along her body.

Her smile goes wide, her whole face blushing. "You like it?"

He clears his throat. "There are people here." His tone drops so that only we are able to hear him. "So I can't really express myself properly. "

I hold my laugh. They're so freaking cute.

He opens the door further. "Please, come in."

The apartment is brighter than ever, with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, crystals reflecting the light perfectly down on the crowd of people talking and slow dancing in the middle of the massive living room. All the furniture has been removed, the couch, the armchairs, the tables, everything, leaving the space empty and open. I can count almost 30 people here, and I can't help but let my eyes stare in awe at all the beautiful dresses and outfits. It's like a ball straight out of a movie, with slow music playing in the background, the food, the drinks, and the people, it's incredible.

"Oh, my god baby..." Emma whispers, wrapping her arm around Seungmin as we walk further into the apartment.

"Don't worry, " He says, sensing how nervous all 3 of us suddenly are. "Everyone here is in my inner circle, just close friends and family. All the guys are already here, as well."

Em's feet freeze. "Family?"

A soft smile overtakes Seungmin's lips. "Come with me."

We watch as he drags her further into the crowd, disappearing.

"Well," Kai turns to me. "Shall we go find the others?"

"I'm gonna need a drink first." I chuckle nervously.

Kai looks around, locking eyes with one of the waiters walking slowly between the people, offering them a glass of champagne, and motions for him politely to come our way.

"Champagne?" The blond waiter offers with a sweet smile.

I curl my fingers around a glass, lifting it off his tray. "Thank you."

He nods politely and walks away.

"I see them," Kai says close to my ear. "Let's go."

He takes my hand in his, leading the way to the end of the living room, near the massive windows, that offered an incredible view of the night city. All of them are standing there in a circle talking amongst themselves. Chan's eyes spot us and I can't help but smile at his expression.

"No way." He shakes his head, not believing his eyes. His comment makes everyone's head snap in our direction.

"Holy shit!" Hyunjin's eyes go wide, the glass of champagne freezing inches away from his mouth.

"What can I say?" Kai lifts his free hand, shrugging with a smug expression. " I might have the hottest date in the whole party."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes, his comment making heat spread all over my face.

Chan inches forward, looking at me from head to toe. "You look unreal." He takes my hand, pulling me away from Kai's grip and spinning me into a circle. "Wow."

I can't help but giggle a little.

"No seriously," Hyunjin moves to stand next to Chan. "You look hot as fuck."

"Thank you guys." I nod at both of them, appreciating the way they always go out of their way to make me feel good about myself. "You don't look but yourselves."

Chan adjusts his black tie, making it a little tighter around his neck before rolling up the sleeves of his perfectly straight, white dress shirt, that I ironed a few hours ago after much begging from his part. With black dress pants, black boots, and his dark, messy curls styled just enough to look good but not preppy, he looks shockingly different. Hyunjin wears a similar outfit to Chan and with a face like his and the way his long, blonde hair falls just above his shoulders, he looks like a prince. I move my gaze behind them, noticing Jisung, Jeongin, and Changbin with Lia, who's apparently the only one with a date. I quickly realize that Minho and Felix are missing.

"Where's Felix and Minho?" I ask them as casually as I can.

I notice the small glance that they exchange before Hyunjin speaks up. "Smoke break." I simply nod and move to greet the rest of them.

"Oh, my gosh you look stunning!" I give her a quick hug.

She tugs her hair behind her ear, shyly. "Thank you, you look amazing too."

"Green?" I lift my eyebrow at Changbin's dark green suit.

"I don't like boring outfits." He smirks. "The room is full of them."

"Shut up, Shrek." Jisung rolls his eyes at his friend, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey," I mumble with a soft smile in the small space between his shoulder and his neck.

"I was waiting for you." He says.

"Too many people?"

He scoffs a laugh. "Too many fancy, important people and not enough alcohol to get me though. There are some people connected to my family here as well and let's say that I would rather not talk to them at all. " He explains.

I remember when Minho explained to me everything about Jisung's past and how he and Seungmin are connected but I mask my face and pretended not to know anything. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you another time."

"Okay." I touch his shoulder sympathetically.

"Hello, gorgeous." Jeongin pulls me in a small, side hug, his cologne hitting my nose immediately.

"Hi." I smile at his compliment.

"So you found a date?" He nods Kai's way, who's chatting with Chan and Hyunjin.

"More like the date found me." I shrug.

He takes a sip of his champagne. "Bummer."

"Bummer?" I lift my eyebrows. "Why?"

"I would've asked you if I knew you were available." He boldly states, his face natural and his eyes confident.

"What made you think I wasn't available when you told me about the party?" I reply, mirroring his confidence.

His face breaks into a smile, dropping his head a little lower. "Were you?"

His question almost feels challenging and makes me wonder if he knows anything about me and Minho.

I look away, into the crowd. "Jeongin, if you had asked me, I would've said yes." I reply instead.

I feel him taking a step forward. "Well, I'll remember that moving forward."

I don't know what to do or say besides simply smiling at him, his forceful approach taking me by surprise.

He lifts his half-empty glass of champagne towards me and I do the same, before drowning the remains of the bubbly liquid.

"May I steal her for a few minutes?" I feel Kai's hand resting on my back.

Jeongin brings his lips into a tight smile. "Of course, she's your date after all."

I let Kai lead me to the dance floor where a good amount of couples are slow dancing to a beautiful melody coming from the speakers. I place my hand comfortably on his shoulder and wrap the other one around his before we start swinging to the music.

"So," He drags the word. "You're switching to one of his best friends?"

I look at him confused. "What?"

"I thought Minho was the one you were going after." He lets go of my waist, spinning me 2 times before settling back into our previous position.

"I'm not 'going after' anyone." I straighten my back. "And to answer your question; no. Minho wasn't one."

"And Jeongin is?" He presses but not at all in a rude or angry way. His tone is light and conversational.

"Can't a girl just have fun?" I almost whine out loud.

"Oh, trust me you can have fun." He chuckles charmingly. "If having 3 guys running after you is your idea of fun."

Now it's my turn to chuckle. "That's not true."

He clears his throat. "You're right, 4."

I narrow my eyes at his hint of a smile. " I know I'm not your type."

He tightens his grip, pulling a little closer, my body pressing onto his. "No, you're not. But I would never say no to you."

That, I've known for a while. Chan had told me that Kai was interested in me months ago, yet despite him being breathtakingly handsome and a really nice guy, I wasn't ready to move on. I wasn't ready to hook up or mess around cause if I would have gotten involved with him, that's all our relationship would be.

"Ah," He purrs near my ear. "And that's the reason you would say no, to both me and Jeongin." I feel his head nod in the opposite direction, his words making my body freeze on his hands. "Don't look, it will make it too obvious."

I wanna look. I wanna look so bad. The desire to simply see him is so intense that it scares me and makes me feel like an addict wanting desperately to get his hit.

"Is he looking?" I whisper in his ear, even though I know Minho can't possibly hear me, and even though I somehow can feel his eyes burning at my exposed back.

"Yep. Intensely, may I add."

I don't move a muscle. "Is he alone?" I asked the question that's been eating me alive.

"Nope."

I exhale, and I try to stay relaxed, I try to keep dancing, pretending to be unbothered by his presence and honestly, my curiosity would have gotten the best of me if Seungmin's voice didn't echo through the speaker, interrupting the music and dancing.

"First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you that decided to spend Christmas Eve here." He says into the mic, standing on top of the first few steps of their huge staircase, getting everyone's attention. Kai forces our movements to a halt but still keeps a hand on my waist as we stand, facing Seungmin just like everyone.

"This gathering means so much to me, and I'm really happy that I get to host my own version of my family's tradition along with all the people that matter most to me."

It's eating me up inside, an uncontrollable craving and a tightness in my chest. Just a look, a tiny little glance to satisfy my curiosity.

"To my bandmates, to my friends, to my family, and to my lovely girl." He lifts his glass and the whole room does the same. Emma stands in front of him, smiling like I've never seen her before.

Just a peek.

I turn my head to the right, slightly and carefully, with my glass lifted towards Seungmin but the rest of his speech fades into background noise the minute my eyes lock with his. I swear to god, if Kai wasn't holding my waist, my knees would have bugled.

There he was, standing a few meters away, looking simply breathtaking. And already looking at me. Looking at me with a spark in his eyes, a force, a look so dark that made my throat dry, and I couldn't look away, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looks, unlike anything I've seen him before. He's dressed in black dress pants that make his thighs look mouthwatering and a simple black dress shirt with the first few buttons open, exposing his wide chest. His hair, for the first time ever, is styled, with the left side slightly pushed back while the right front part of his hair falls perfectly over his eye. He looks so magnetizing that I almost didn't notice the petite blonde clinging to his side, under his arm. Dressed in a black, skintight, long-sleeve dress, with a full face of makeup and full red lips.

He smirks, lifting his glass my way with a challenging nod.

"So please enjoy yourselves tonight, and let's welcome Christmas in the best way possible." I snap my eyes back to Seungmin, finally able to breathe. Everyone starts cheering and clapping and when the music started playing again, everyone went back to either dancing or talking almost themselves while enjoying the incredible food and drinks, but I can't move. Not when my mind is glued to the image of her next to him. Who is she? I've never seen her before.

"Do you want another drink?" Kai asks. "Maybe a stronger one?"

"Yes, please." I breathe, wanting nothing more than to be dragged away from the dance floor, and enjoy a strong gin tonic in the corner, where I can't even see him. I let Kai lead the way, with his hand placed on my lower back. We reach the bar, and spot Felix and Hyunjin talking.

"Y/n!" Felix's eyes widen. "You look incredible." He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting my feet off the ground.

A series of giggles escape me. "Put me down! You're drawing attention."

"Are you enjoying the party?" Hyunjin questions with a lift of his eyebrows and a small knowing smile.

Instead of answering, I lean into the counter closer to the bartender making the drinks. "One gin tonic, please. Strong."

Felix lets out a low whistle. "We'll take that as a no."

"I was enjoying my night just fine." I cross my hands, looking into the distance. They're still on the dance floor, her hands loose around his neck and his holding her waist, like they've never held mine. They move slowly to the music as they chat casually. It's hard to stop my eyes from narrowing at the way his face looks almost relaxed, with a light smile as he speaks.

"Staring at him won't work." Hyunjin jokes, copying my position, arms crossed, back leaning into the table.

Felix lets out a laugh.

"Your drink miss." The bartender pushes the glass my way and I take it in my hands, taking a sip immediately.

"Is something going on that I don't know about?" Felix gives me a look.

"Nope." I shake my head, continuing to sip my drink, not taking my eyes off them.

"Something is definitely going on." Kai copies my position as well.

"You can tell us." Hyunjin adds.

"Nothing's going on." I've drank almost half of my drink already. "And even if there was, I wouldn't tell any of you."

"Excuse me?" Felix says, giving me a glare from head to toe while Hyunjin places a hand over his heart.

"Oh, please!" I roll my eyes at their reactions. "You would run to Chan and give him a full presentation of what I'd said, and you know it."

"That's a lie." Felix points his finger at me. "Your secrets are always safe with us princess."

"Exactly." Hyunjin nods. "Even if it's about fucking one of Chan's best friends"

"It's not like that!" Hyunjin's words make my tone rise, feeling a sudden need to explain myself but they simply laugh. "And besides, Chan's my-" Speaking of the devil Chan makes his way toward us, with his hands casually in his pockets, walking through the crowd like he's 7 feet tall.

"Chan!" I greet him. "Hi."

"Hello, pretty lady." He offers me a broad smile, before turning his attention to Felix and Hyunjin. "I need some help."

"Why? What happened?"

"Seungmin's having some trouble with the cakes." He scratches the back of his neck, a habit of his. "For some reason, they couldn't be delivered here, so someone has to go and get them from the bakery, which closes in approximately," He checks his watch. "19 minutes."

"I'll come. " Felix offers immediately.

"Oh, my god, thanks man." Chan sighs in relief.

"No, problem." He sets his half-empty glass on the table. "We'll finish the conversation later." He sends me a wink.

"What conversation?"

Felix pushes Chan towards the door, chuckling. "Nothing mate, come on let's go."

. . . . . . . . .

I tried sneaking glances as much as I could, whether he was dancing with her, going to get a drink at the bar, or absolutely devouring the mini burgers, and he didn't find my eyes once. Even when he was talking with the rest of the boys and I stood only a few feet away, fully involved in the conversation as well, he never once addressed me. In fact, he didn't even look my way. At all. All night. He smiled and talked, and acted like nothing was going on, like he was fully comfortable with me being almost right next to him. Like nothing had happened. He was simply ignoring me the whole night, so successfully that it made pure rage grow inside me. At the fact that it was so each for him to do so, when I couldn't even breathe properly when he was near, at the way he smiled and talked and danced with her, and most importantly at the way he looked absolutely ravishing. Simply stunning.

My anger was growing and growing each second, each minute, each hour passing and I found myself at the bar more often than I should. The party was beautiful. The decorations, the music, the elegantly dressed people, everything. Kai did dance with me numerous times, and I also danced with Hyunjin and Jisung but at times like these when Kai is somewhere talking or smoking with the boys and Emma is busy playing hostess with Seungmin, I give myself a second to simply do some people watching, and fully take in this beautiful scene unraveling in front of me. Everyone is having a great time, Emma and Seungmin along with Changbin and Lia are currently on the dance floor, and the rest of the boys are chatting and laughing. Every single person in here, has a smile on their face, enjoying the moment, something I can't bring myself to do. Hell, even Minho has a hint of a smile on his face.

I drown my 4th glass of gin and tonic.

"Easy there tiger." Jisung takes the now-empty glass from my hand. "Someone's clearly not having fun."

"I am having fun." I scoff. "In fact, I'm having a great time, this party is amazing." I wave my hand around.

"Yes, it is." He smiles, focusing his eyes on me. "Are you okay, kid?"

It's weird how Jisung can always realize when something's wrong, but then again I don't think that I'm making a good job of hiding it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask back.

"Sure."

"Do you smoke?"

He blinks at my straightforward question. "Occasionally, yes. Why?"

"Can I have one?"

He blinks again. "Um," Another blink. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Please." I press in a high-pitched tone when he appears to be looking around, probably for Hyunjin.

He sighs but reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

"For an occasional smoker, you sure are prepared." I tease.

He rolls his eyes at me with a smile. "Do you want it or not?" He holds a cigarette between his fingers.

My eyes light up and I immediately take it. "Yes please."

"I'd suggest you go somewhere else to smoke it." He lets his eyes trail around the room once again as if we're dealing right in front of 30 people, placing a lighter in my hands as well.

"Yes, I know." I hide the cigarette inside my palm. "Thanks, Jisung."

He gives me a short nod with a hint of hesitation in his big brown eyes and lets me walk away from him. My legs drag me up the stairs, making a turn to the only room I've ever been in this house. I open the big, glass door and exit the room, walking into the massive balcony. This time I don't climb the stairs to the roof, I walk further into the balcony until I reach the railing. It's a lovely night, perfect for Christmas Eve, the stars and moon lighting up the night sky and blending perfectly with the chilly atmosphere. I shiver, my bare shoulders moving inwards mechanically in an attempt to protect my body from the cold yet I don't wrap my arms around it, instead, I welcome the cold and let it lift the little hairs on my arms and spread goosebumps across my skin. Something about the cold air hitting me, this shivering feeling tingling my back, calms me down. It's like reality showering you in the best way possible, grounding you. I take the cigarette between my teeth, the red of my lips staining the edge and I circle my hand around it, lighting it up. The first inhale hits me hard, reminding me just how much I've missed it; the feeling of the sudden numbness in your brain unraveling and spreading everywhere in your body, and how suddenly with each inhale you feel more and more separated from the world around you. I let the moment sink in in my intoxicated mind, appreciating where I am right now and saving it. I know that my moment is gone when I hear the noise, the footsteps, and the door slamming, and even though I stay still, facing the night sky, hands resting on the railing, it doesn't take longer than 5 seconds to realize that it's him. Maybe it was his sweet vanilla scent mixed with a hint of cigarettes, that filled the air immediately or the way his light, slightly audible breathing sounded somewhat familiar, but I knew.

"Hello, Angel."

"Minho," I simply acknowledge him.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo on your back." He spoke in a low, controlled tone.

The corners of my mouth lift. "I have 5." I stay facing forward, pausing to take another drag of the cigarette and taking my time to exhale the smoke. "And there are many things you don't know about me."

"Like?" He starts walking my way, and I know that he has his hands in his pockets and a small smile is dancing on those beautiful lips, without having to look.

"You'll find out if you stop ignoring me."

My comment forced a chuckle out of him and suddenly he appears to my right with his back resting on the railing, facing me. When I move my eyes from the night sky to look at him, regret showers me from head to toe. I was right about the small smile but definitely not prepared for the way he looks at me through his long lashes. Having not made eye contact for most of the night, being here, and being looked at by him feels like the highlight of my night. And I hate it, almost as much as I hate the way my heart starts beating just a little bit faster.

His fingers come up, snatching the cigarette from between my own in such a swift movement, bringing it to his mouth. "Smoking doesn't look good on you, angel."

I admire how he moves the cigarette to his other hand, the one away from me, taking a drag of it midway and exhaling, and it's honestly crazy how attractive it is to me. "I don't care." I reply, trying to appear unbothered.

"Are you enjoying the dance?" He asks and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he actually cared but I recognize the irony in his voice.

"Of course, I am," I play along. "It's wonderful."

He drops his eyes to the floor. "I think I'm getting pretty good at realizing when you're lying."

My body stiffens. "I'm not lying." The party is wonderful...

"Well, I think you are." His words mix with the smoke as he exhales.

"And what makes you think that?" I further ask, holding eye contact for just a few seconds.

He shrugs. "Maybe it was the quite visible stiffness of your body the whole time, the constant frown that was plastered on those red lips, or the way too much drinking out of discomfort and nervousness. But I think it was probably the fact that you danced only up to 30% of your abilities thanks to that lame excuse of a partner you choose to drag along with you as a date." A small smile threatens to spread on his face, but he contains it.

"None of what you've just said is true," I try to brush him off, forcing myself to act like his words didn't affect me or how it scared me that everything he just said is in fact true. It makes me feel like I can't possibly hide from him, as if he can read me like an open book without even trying. "And don't talk shit about Kai, he's a great date and someone I actually know and have fun with."

His smile widened into a smirk. "Anna and I know each other for quite some time."

I stare into the sky again. "I didn't ask and I don't care."

"You didn't have to, I can see how it's been eating you up inside since you laid eyes on us." The confidence that laces his teasing tone makes me tense up and I feel his gaze on me as he continues.

Us...

"I saw the way you roamed your eyes from her head to her toes every chance you got, probably analyzing everything about her." He blows the last bit of the smoke before pressing the edge of the remaining cigarette on the railing and throwing it away. "It was easy to guess what was going through your mind, " He pushes himself off the railing and moves slowly, almost like a cat, circling around me and leaning closer and closer. "Questions, questions, so many questions, and doubts. I could almost feel you comparing every little thing about her to you." He stops behind me, his chest nearly touching my back yet still knocking the air out of my chest. I swallow hard, feeling his head moving to the side of my face, just above my shoulder.

"And honestly, I don't know what felt more entertaining to me; the fact that I could smell the jealousy out of you or the fact that you actually thought that she stands a chance next to you." He whispers, lips brushing against the cell of my ear and I'm on fire, from head to toe. He's suddenly close, so close, his scent hitting my nose, intoxicating my brain even more and memories of his hands on me and his body pressing against mine begin to dance around my head.

"Minho.." I try my best to sound stable, but my words come out breathy.

He pushes his face further into the curve of my neck, his lips traveling all around, brushing my skin. "What do you want angel?"

Such a dangerous question to ask when I feel like he has my body wrap around his finger without even touching it. "S-stop it. You can't do that."

His low chuckle against my skin sends a wave of vibrations all the way down to my core. "Can't?"

"Yes." I somehow find the strength to push my body away from his and turn to face him, resting my back against the railing for much-needed support. "You've been ignoring me the whole night, and now you wanna come and play games with me? That's not how it works." I cross my arms.

His face is now stripped of any playfulness, his features turning hard as he looks down at me. A moment of silence passes until he decides to speak. "I wasn't ignoring you."

I chuckle lightly. " Yes, you were. Completely."

He bites his bottom lip softly, eyes moving up and down my body fast. "I wasn't ignoring you, " He repeats. "I was trying to contain myself. There's a difference."

I feel my breath shaking at his words, and all I can do is stare at him, no words coming out.

He looks up, inhaling, tongue running over his bottom teeth as he steps forward. "You look fucking exquisite." He drawls. His hands grip the railing tight, trapping me. "My breath was yours the minute I laid eyes on you."

I can only hear my heart drumming against my chest, his words making me freeze. "I don't-"

A noise escapes him, almost like a growl. His nose bumps against mine gently, and his cigarette breath fills the small space between us. "You think I was enjoying watching him have his hands all over you?"

"It sure looked like it. " I whisper, looking up at him.

His eyes are dark, moving everywhere around my face before settling on my lips. "That was the point."

"Why is everything a game to you?" I can't help but whine.

He doesn't answer instead he brushes his lips against mine, taking my words and breath, and flashes me a look. His eyes warning me and asking me at the same time, and in a split second his lips are on mine. His mouth moved with so much power, so much force that it made my grip on the railing tighten as my knees almost gave up. It didn't take long before my mind caught up, making my own lips move against his with the same hunger and he hummed in response, satisfied. His cold hands cupped my jaw as his tongue began brushing aggressively against mine, demanding complete access which I was more than happy to provide. Our mouths danced together in a way that felt almost like a war, biting and sucking, nibbling and pulling, his hand traveled to my hair, grabbing a handful of my dark curls and forcing my head to tilt upwards, breaking the kiss with a choked moan. His mouth traveled to my jaw and down to my neck, leaving wet spots behind and marking my skin softly.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to contain myself all night," He breaths out. "when all I wanted to do was bend you over and admire how hot the back of that dress would look as I fuck you from behind. "

A sound so desperate and needy ripped through my throat at his words, my body in shock and melting in his hands as he continues to devour my neck and chest, his mouth going everywhere.

"Minho.." I find the strength to whisper.

"Yeah, I know.." He groans against my skin.

"Someone could see us." I add.

He drags his lips from my neck back to my jaw, until his mouth is ghosting over mine again "I know," His eyes are hungry and wild. "don't care though."

I laugh under my breath. "We both know that's a lie."

"A lie?"

"Minho, you don't wanna be seen with me." I shake my head lightly. "Every time we're around people you act like a completely different person."

"It's not that angel." He exhales against my lips, brushing his nose against mine. His hands move slowly, from my jaw down my chest, his rough fingers toy with the thin straps of my dress before traveling down to my exposed cleavage. His eyes meet mine as he drags his fingers in between my breasts, making my nipples harden, the shape of them visible through the thin satin material. His mouth twists when he notices, his lips coming together hard. I feel my breath tremble as his hand passes from my stomach and doesn't stop. I switch my gaze from his hand to his eyes nervously while he stays focused on his movement, with eyebrows frowned. When his fingers brush over my core, I inhale sharply, holding my breath.

"God, it would be so satisfying to see just how wet you are for me right now." He lets out a low groan, smiling.

"I'm not." I swallow, tightening my jaw, looking at him dead in the eye.

His smile turns into a smirk, dark and wicked, that shakes me to my core and awakes a hunger deep inside me, making me wetter than I already was. "Let's check then shall we?"

Before I have any time to protest or do anything, he knocks my left foot with his, making my legs open enough for his hand to creep in from the opening of the dress that exposed my leg from my hip bone all the way down to my ankle.

"Minho!" My voice comes out more like a whine, the end of his name dying in my throat as his fingers waste no time, pulling my underwear to the side.

"Ah, shit." He hums in approval closing his eyes when his finger opens my folds, gently rubbing my clit and letting my wetness soak it. His smile grows as his teeth capture his bottom lip between them. "You're dripping baby."

I place my hands on his chest. "Please, s-stop."

"I don't think you want me to stop. Not when I can so easily do," His middle finger slides inside me, effortlessly. "This."

A moan leaves my lips, my head falling back at the unexpected pleasure.

His finger starts moving, fast and hard, making wet, sinful sounds mixed with my embarrassing whimpering fill the air.

"That's it, baby." He drags the words, in a low tone, attaching his lips once again against my jaw.

"Oh my god," I brokenly say, fisting his shirt. He slides another finger in with absolutely no warning, keeping the same brutally pleasurable pace and I feel my stomach tightening, the pleasure building and building. Everything has faded again, an effect that only he has on me, suddenly it's just me and him and I find myself not caring about where we are or who can see us as I let myself fall apart on his fingers.

His lips find mine, swallowing my gasps, in a sloppy kiss. "You feel so good around my fingers angel." His free hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to him, foreheads touching. "You think you can come for me? Huh?"

The way he speaks, so cockily and confidently, is challenging me and I hate how much the way he teases and handles my body, pushes me closer to the edge. This back-and-forth thing between us, this feeling, this rush of adrenaline that consumes me every time he's around is getting addictive and I want more and more. I want him more and more.

His fingers curled inside me, effortlessly finding that spot, and hitting it repeatedly. "S-shit."

"Found it." He says proudly in my ear, gently biting my earlobe, and if I wasn't currently on the verge of having an orgasm at a balcony, during Seunming's Christmas Eve party, I would have slapped that smirk off his face.

The knot in my stomach tightens, my legs begin to shake, and I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest, heat rising to my face. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing circles over it and the second he applies just the tiniest amount of pressure, I feel the pleasure creeping in.

"Minho, I'm g-gonna.." My orgasm hits me like a wave, my whole body going numb, gasps and moans of his name fall from my lips.

"There we go baby," He groans, connecting his forehead to mine again. "Ride it out." All of his digits move perfectly together, not slowing down even a tiny bit, as I make a mess of them. My eyes stay shut, still unable to breathe while the remains of my high still linger, the bliss still tingling my insides.

When he feels me relax, he pulls his fingers out, letting some of my release wet my inner thighs. I open my eyes slowly meeting his. He's grinning like a satisfied child, that got what he wanted.

"Well," He lifts an eyebrow, bringing his two fingers to his mouth and wrapping his full, pink lips around them, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. "That was lovely."

I blink and I swallow hard, and then blink again. Staring up at him, not really knowing what to say, my mind completely blank. "I- uhm.." I stutter, and it could be my head trying to wrap itself around what just happened or how the moonlight falls on his face perfectly, lighting up his big, brown eyes, but I struggle to form a sentence. His hair, a little messed up, probably from my hands, and his whole face, glowing, making me wish I could take a photo of him in this moment.

"I-I-uhm," He mocks, eyes moving all over my face. "Not knowing what to say; that's the 'Minho effect'. " He shrugs.

His words snap me out of my haze. "God, you're so arrogant." I push at his chest, making him stubble just a step, his shoulders shaking with laughter. I cross my arms, shaking my head at the boy in front of me. It's the second time, I've heard him laugh.

He bounces back to his previous spot, lowering his head a bit to catch my gaze, his eyes dark and beautiful. "Are you obsessed with me yet or should I try harder?"

I roll my eyes, fighting back a small smile, this playful and flirty side of his might be my favorite. It's making me wish we could stay like this forever. So close to each other, so open and relaxed. But sadly the nature of our relationship is nothing like that.

I open my mouth to answer but the shout of my name ripping through the air, makes me freeze.

Hyunjin.

He steps into the balcony, chest rising and falling so hard that he's visibly struggling to breathe. His face is covered with a thin layer of sweat and his hair is messily falling over his face as if he was repeatedly running his hands over them.

"Hyunjin?" My head snaps to him, but it's the look on his face, the panic in his eyes that makes my blood run cold, and my feet to take a step forward.

"We have a problem." He breaths out, hard.

"What is it?" Minhos takes a step forward as well, his body and face shifting completely, hardening, alarmed.

"It's Chan and Felix."

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Okay, but thoughts on Damian Wayne x happy, bubbly reader who he always thought was this weak, powerless little thing, and then he sees her fight better than anyone he’s ever seen-

Delicado | Damian x leitor

Você era a definição de adorável aos olhos de quem olhava para você. Suas roupas eram sempre adoráveis, assim como seus brincos divertidos, sempre tinham formatos diferentes, flores, corações, jujubas eram sempre diferentes. Você sempre teve o cabelo preso em formatos diferentes, sempre tinha alguma coisa enfeitando sua cabeça.

Damian always thought you were as delicate as a flower, and he was always careful with you, he was always soft even in touching your skin, the boy was afraid to hurt you. Damian worried when you found out he was Robin, he thought you would be in danger, so he trained more, he wanted to protect you. Leave danger away from you.

Helpless and cute, you've heard it many times even with your boyfriend's family. Just because you dressed in a delicate way does that make you defenseless? Everyone saw you like that and maybe it bothered you. Damian didn't say that out loud, but you knew he thought you were fragile. Your best friend Jason was the one who didn't really see you as just a helpless girl. So he was the only one who was not in shock now.

Everyone in the cave was paralyzed, no one was really blinking because the scene in front of them was something that couldn't be reality.

You the sweet yn that dressed in a lovely way, was with one of Damian's blades, but what really shocked everyone was that the blade was on Bruce Wayne's neck, a cut that was bleeding a lot, the look on his face was something that no one had ever seen. You were in front of Jason like an ounce protecting your young from a predator.

It all happened because Jason had gone after Joker, but Bruce brought him home again, and a fight started, Bruce went over to Jason to punch the boy. It was at that moment that you got into their fight, you took Damian's blade, you kicked Bruce's arm the moment he punched Jason more, you slid the blade around the neck of the man who groaned away, the tip of the blade slid into a vein in the neck. No one has ever seen Bruce freeze. But there was Batman, frozen because a girl in flower pajamas had a blade around her neck.

Bruce saw the look you had, you were really willing to wear the blade deeper in your neck. Bruce swallowed dry, he saw that no one moved, all petrified.

— You are thinking about how you are going to kill me, I can read you now.- Bruce whispers, you are still firm with the blade. — We didn't kill Yn.

— Maybe, I'm not your kids who follow your rule, Do you really believe that something as small as a rule, or a law, can stop me from protecting Jason from you?

— Love, you shouldn't play with blades.- Damian comes back to you, he runs to you.

— If you try to take this from me, your father will be dead.- you look at Damian. — You will never hurt Jason again, did you hear me? - you looked at Bruce.

— Yes.- Bruce releases the air when you throw the blade on the floor and go to Jason.

— Did you also see Damian's girlfriend threaten Bruce? - Dick whispered in shock.

— That was shocking.- Cass speaks.

— Were you really going to kill Bruce? - Jason asked, you and Damian were helping him. Damian seemed to expect an answer.

— Not in front of you, my mother taught me to do this without leaving a trace... He had many eyes on me at that moment. - Damian looked at you surprised.

— What do you mean? Did your mother teach you how to kill? - Damian chokes, he cannot believe that his helpless yn is nothing helpless.

— My mother is a black widow... Do you think she taught me what? - you laugh leaving a kiss on Damian's cheek, you went out to get first aid.

— I was also shocked when I saw her come out of adorable yn for a yn fuck.- Jason laughs at Damian's shock face.

#reader insert #x reader #dc x y/n #jason todd x reader #dcu #dick grayson #bruce wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne #batfam x reader #dc x reader #batfan #batman x y/n #damian al ghul #damian x reader #jason todd is red hood #jason x reader #jason todd #dick x reader #dick grayson x reader

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Even more horny thoughts because I just can't stop 🙃

Following on the heels of the last one:

Dream spends months slowly going insane by his student who is definitely trying Very Hard to seduce him. Hob won't let up! He visits his office hours, even though he's doing perfect in the class. He has no actual questions, just thinly veiled innuendos that test Dream's resolve. He's never wanted to fuck a student before but Hob makes it so hard 😉

He finally gives in after like, 4 months, when Hob is the last to visit his office (technically, office hours are over). He's wearing another mesh top, and too-short skirt. He sits on top of Dream's desk and spreads his legs, revealing not only is he not wearing underwear, but he's got an anal plug with a ruby handle buried in his greedy hole.

When he notices Dream staring, he gives a sultry grin and says 'It's too small. Nothing fills me the way you did and I'm always so empty.' Dream loses it and ends up fucking Hob over his desk so hard he has to use the plug as as gag.

Also, a whole other idea that won't leave me be:

Private Tutor Hob

Dream Endless is 17, a virgin, and autistic; some of his professors are assholes about it. He's not failing any of his classes, but to his parents, he might as well be. They hire a private tutor. Dream is expecting some guy in his 40's who might be a creep. Instead, he gets 23 year old Robert 'Call me Hob' GVirginia,

Hob is smart enough to tutor him in the 3 different courses, and is as patient as a saint. Most importantly, he doesn’t treat Dream like an idiot for being autistic; Dream's in love and he wants.

He goes to his younger sibling, Desire, for help on how to seduce Hob. Desire, who has fucked their way through half their school at this point, is only too happy to lend him some clothes and tips.

Cue Dream wearing skimpy outfits and sitting way too close to Hob during their lessons. Poor Hob is trying to be professional, and also is oblivious. He wants Dream, but doesn't realize that Dream is being so enticing on purpose until Dream, newly 18, outright climbs into his lap and begs to suck his cock.

- 🐺

Private tutor Hob!!! Yes!!!!! I'm gonna focus on this one since I already went wild for slutty student Hob.

At first, Hob really doesn't think of Dream that way. It's not about him being autistic - Hob himself is neurodiverse so he's very far from judging Dream in anyway. It's just that Dream is young and shy and obviously needs a friend and helper. Not some creep fawning over him.

Then he notices the change in Dream. Different clothes (still black, but see-through or tight or barely there at all), a bolder attitude. Dream is suddenly comfortable being touched and always wants a hug goodbye from Hob.

And Hob starts having thoughts about his pupil. It's hard not to, when Dream puts a hand in his lap and strokes his thigh. Hob is single and has been for a while, and his dick is very interested in Dream.

And then Dream is 18. 18 and legal and more than ready. He's straddling Hob’s lap, clutching at his shoulders and trembling slightly. He's rehearsed this so many times in his head but it's different, it's more. He forgets what he was going to say and he kisses Hob desperately, half expecting to be pushed away. But Hob just melts, pulls Dream into his chest and clings to him. He's all too aware that it won't go down well with Dream’s family or friends, but... if Dream wants him, then who is he to say no?

#🐺 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw age gap

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The Betrayer | Chapter Seven: Reunify

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, Violence, Blood, Major Character Death (Temporary)

Notes: Hey all! Finally getting chapter 7 out! This one was kinda tricky to write but I really love how it turned out! Hope you like it too! Wesker is such a dick but man... *swoon*. I also wanted to mention I added/edited a little in previous chapters to fix continuity errors lol. Nothing that changes the story, but just a little extra. For those who don't wanna reread to find out, I added mentions in chapter 5 and 6 that Lucky had a bruise on her neck from Ghost Face choking her, because I forgot to add that lol. You might wanna read that part of chapter 6 though cos we get more protective Chris out of it ;) I also realized I missed some details in chapter 6 concerning the R.P.D. map, so I added those, as well as shuffled around the path Lucky and Chris take to get to the S.T.A.R.S. office. I'm not sure when I'll be able to post chapter 8 (haven't written yet cos 7 had me in a tizzy lol) because I have a lot of family/Christmas related stuff going on. Just gonna have to play that by ear. Anyway, let me know what you liked about the chapter or any other thoughts or theories you have! I always love to see what y'all have to say! Happy holidays!

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Day 2; R.P.D.

Your vision returned as you faced the figure before you, your jaw dropping when you saw their face.

“Captain…” you whispered softly, more to yourself than to him.

He’s here. He’s really here…

Your first urge was to run to him, to wrap your arms around his neck and never let go.

You stepped forward, reaching out your hand, but as you took in his tall form covered in all black, with blood that was not his own speckled across his face and a combat knife in his grasp, reality crashed down upon you.

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

For a split second, you swear you saw his mouth open in shock as he looked at you.

Before you could question it, Wesker’s expression shifted to a dark smirk. “And here I thought I’d never see you again. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, considering your friends and I just had quite the reunion.”

Your friends… They were somewhere in this building, just dangling helplessly on meat hooks, fighting off the Entity’s encroaching talons and hoping you could reach them before it swallowed them whole. You needed to get out of here. Now.

You glanced around you, making note of any possible exit as he stalked closer. You stepped away from him, back hitting the wall of his office. Your breath hitched as he leaned down, grabbing your face in his bloody, gloved hand.

You wondered idly whose blood it was. A little bit of all of them, probably. You fought the urge to gag as the coppery scent of it invaded your nostrils.

“You look exactly as I remember you,” he said, his deep voice quiet as he surveyed your face, taking in the cut across your cheek and your bruised neck. “Though perhaps a little worse for wear.”

Why was he doing this? Shouldn’t he be slashing you with that knife and hauling you over to a hook right now? He downed your friends in such quick succession, you can’t imagine he spent much time catching up.

“You should be dead, you know. I watched the life leave your eyes myself, and yet...” You gulped as his face came even closer, and you could see your reflection in those dark shades.

He looked older. But even with that and the glasses covering his eyes, he was as beautiful as ever. His features were still sharp, his skin still pale and smooth, as if he was carved from marble.

But Michelangelo himself could never craft the man before you. Could never capture the pure intimidation and power that he radiated.

You felt the tip of his nose brush along your ear, your whole body tensing up in response. “Ten years, it’s been, since last I laid eyes on you. The Entity must be trying to get on my good side, sending you here.”

Many emotions were tearing through you–joy at seeing him again, sadness knowing what he has become, fear that he would hurt you–but an overwhelming surge of rage bubbled up in your throat at his words.

How dare he. After everything he had done, he had the audacity to believe you would just stand there and let him toy with you. The arrogance. The entitlement.

“You betrayed us.”

He pulled back at that, tilting his head slightly, amused. “Whatever do you mean?”

That only fed the flames.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” you seethed, poking his chest with your finger. “Chris told me everything! How could you? How could you lead our team to their deaths? They were your friends!”

Wesker snarled at that, sounding more beast than man, raising his blade and swinging it down upon you. You yelped, unable to move with his other hand still firmly planted on your jaw, closing your eyes as you waited for the inevitable rending of your flesh.

Instead of the sharp metal tearing through the meat of your eye, as you thought it would, you heard the scraping of it as Wesker embedded his knife into the wall beside your head, caging you in completely.

Your eyes flew open, faced yet again with your own reflection in Wesker’s sunglasses, the smirk he had sported dropping into a vicious scowl.

You felt the skin of your left ear stinging, something warm oozing down to your lobe, where it dripped onto the shoulder of your new jacket, staining it.

He had always made you anxious, always set your nerves ablaze since the moment you met him, but you had never been afraid of him. Until now.

“They were not my friends,” he spat. “They were nothing. Just lambs for slaughter.”

Tears burned in your eyes, unsure if it was the anger, the fear, or the hurt you now felt that caused them.

“What about me, then?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“What about you?”

“If they were nothing to you, then what was I? Just a toy or–or some pet to play with until you got bored? Until you broke it?”

“Does it matter?” he asked, finally releasing your face from his harsh grasp, his tone snide. “Toy or pet, you still belong to me.”

If you were angry before, you were positively livid now. Fear be damned.

Before you could even register what you were doing, you pulled back your hand and slapped him as hard as you could with an open palm, flinging his glasses off his face.

With his gaze still turned to the side from the force of the blow, you could see his lips peeling back over his teeth. The large grin, especially from this angle, made him look like a wolf baring its fangs, ready to lunge.

“You’re going to regret that.”

Faster than you had time to react, black pulsing tendrils burst out from under his left sleeve, slithering around your throat and lifting you fully off the ground. As you clawed desperately at them, fighting to pull in the oxygen that was being squeezed out of you, he slammed you with incredible force back into the wall, knocking what little air you had completely from your lungs.

You heard a crack as your skull made contact with the glass of the office window, a sharp pain rippling from the back of your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Your face was turning a violent shade of blue and your eyes were bulging from their sockets as you continued to fight against his hold, weakening with every passing second.

Wesker pulled you forward and you wondered if he was going to test if he could hook you before you died of asphyxiation, until he flung you once more into the window.

The glass shattered completely as you flew through it and into his office, your spine hitting the edge of his desk as you landed on the floor.

You gasped and heaved, frantically trying to catch your breath. Your back was surely bruised and your throat, which had already been tender, was now excruciating to the touch.

The skin of your face and hands were stinging, cut by the glass as you were thrown through it. Shards of it were stuck in your hair and clothes, the rest of the window scattered on the ground around you, cutting into the knees of your pants and your palms as you rolled over, scrambling to get up.

Your vision swam, everything splitting into two as you gripped the desk, fighting the dizziness that overtook you. As you stood on shaking legs, you nearly retched, bile climbing up your throat with a sudden onset of nausea.

I’m concussed, you realized.

You placed your hand on the back of your head, agony pulsing from where your fingertips grazed your wound. As you pulled it back, you saw it was coated in blood.

You wiped it on your jeans, standing up straight and shaking the glass from your person. You saw movement in the corner of your eye, even despite the haze, and you turned to find Wesker looming in the doorway.

He stepped towards you and you stumbled back, nearing the window by the desk where the glass had been completely removed, perfect for an escape.

You were frozen in shock, though, when you traveled your gaze to his face, now left uncovered without his shades.

What greeted you–instead of those blue eyes you had once known so well–were orbs of fiery red, the pupils mere slits, like a cat’s.

Or a snake’s.

“What happened to you?!” you gasped in terror.

He was no longer a man. He was a monster.

He leaned down, leveling you with that burning gaze, a crazed smile stretching across his visage. “I became… a god.”

Before you could make a run for it or Wesker could lunge for you, there was a sudden loud rumbling noise in the distance, the whole station almost vibrating from the force of it. A large shockwave rolled through the room, nearly knocking you down, your balance already off-kilter from the concussion.

Rebecca…

Wesker turned away from you and towards the disruption, clearly amused. “Looks like the Entity’s claimed its first prize.”

“Well, it’s not getting me.”

With that, you made a mad dash for the empty window, vaulting over it on wobbling legs. He strode after you, clearly in no hurry, and despite the distance being put between you, his nonchalance was unnerving.

“Oh, it is truly precious that you think you can get away from me, pet,” he chastised as he followed behind, his wicked laughter echoing through the room as you sprinted out of it.

You made it to the end of the hallway, passing from the women’s locker room to the men’s through what was left of the crumbling wall that once separated them. You stopped for a moment, thinking of your next move.

There was a hole in the ground you could jump down, though with your ankle still aching and your concussion making focusing on much of anything difficult, you worried you would hurt yourself. There was the exit back into the hall you could take, but that felt too obvious.

That’s when you saw them.

The red lockers along the wall.

You had to play this smart, though, thinking of Carlos’s warning yet again.

You grabbed a piece of debris lying on the floor and lobbed it as far as you could down the hallway, hoping the sound would distract Wesker as you slipped into the red locker in the corner. You pressed your back against it and spread your legs in a wide stance so that you could remain as still as possible.

He entered the room mere seconds after you hid. You couldn’t see him behind the door, but his footsteps were enough of an indication.

As you had hoped, he strode towards the doorway, after the diversion.

You almost sighed in relief, about to exit your hiding spot and book it in the opposite direction, when you heard a loud whoosh in front of the locker.

You held your breath, fear in your veins, the sound of your own heartbeat thumping wildly in your ears.

Suddenly, the doors were pried open with such force, you thought they’d be ripped off their hinges.

You cried out as Wesker peered down at you with apparent derision. “You’ve always been such a clever thing. Unfortunately, not clever enough.”

He grabbed you again with those slimy appendages, easily throwing you over his shoulder despite your resistance.

He was going to hook you.

You could let him–let it just happen and accept your fate. What’s a single death when you’d likely be killed hundreds, if not thousands of times more while trapped in this hell?

But you were afraid. So purely afraid of dying that you were desperate to avoid it at all costs.

And so, with only a moment to act, you kicked off of the locker with all of your strength.

Wesker was sturdy, but the momentum was enough to send him staggering back a few steps, turning slightly to avoid tripping over the bench behind him.

It was just enough.

You pulled yourself forward with the movement and grabbed a hold of the row of blue lockers within reach, yanking them down.

You knew it was a gamble, but they were heavy enough that he released his hold on your waist to stop them from toppling onto him.

You took that brief moment to launch yourself backward, flying over the bench and to the ground, the landing jarring your already rattled brain.

You scrambled back through the gore that slicked the linoleum–unsure of who it might’ve belonged to–as he shot those inky tentacles toward you.

Before he could reach you, you rolled your body over and into the hole nearby.

You yelped as a piece of rebar sticking out from the concrete dug through your jacket and into the skin of your shoulder, the sharp metal tearing down your arm as you fell to the first floor onto your side, knocking the wind out of you.

You whimpered as you felt the burning pain of the new wound, your entire side wet with blood.

You heard the lockers being bashed back into the wall upstairs and Wesker’s voice called out to you, laced with rage, “My patience is beginning to wear thin.”

You rushed to your feet, knowing you only had seconds to make a run for it before he joined you in the first-floor hallway.

You dodged down the corridor, hearing the thud of boots as he landed where you had been lying only moments before.

You weaved in and out of rooms as you sprinted, finally losing the sound of his footsteps as you reached the confiscated items room.

You slowed to a walk to catch your breath and take a look at your now injured shoulder, still gushing, but not so much you would pass out. If anything, your concussion was most concerning to you, nausea and dizziness crashing over you like waves. You fought against the urge to vomit.

As you began your journey to the east side of the station, hoping to make it to Jill and Chris in time before the Entity snatched them up, you noticed the floor was absolutely drenched in blood. You had seen plenty of it in this building–were now covered in it–but in this hallway, there was just… so much.

As you moved forward, staring at the stains on the floor to avoid slipping in the viscous red liquid, you felt something hit the side of your head with a gentle thump.

Your eyes trailed up and you flinched away from what you saw in alarm.

It was a body suspended from the ceiling, wearing an R.P.D. uniform.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, retching on the floor.

You managed to calm down, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket, and forced yourself to look back up at them, praying to whatever god existed that it was someone you didn’t know. Thankfully, you couldn’t make out their face or their badge number.

Your relief was short-lived, however, when something banged against the window beside you and growled.

You screamed involuntarily at the noise, horrified to find a woman on the other side of the glass, trying to break through. At first glance, she looked human. But as you took in her appearance, her mouth was stained in blood and her skin was deathly pale and necrotic.

So this is what the infected looked like. This is what killed you in that mansion.

The thought made you shiver.

You heard those heavy bootsteps nearing once again, realizing that your scream alerted Wesker to your position. You admonished yourself for losing your cool and started running for the east wing as fast as you could, your ankle and head screeching in protest.

You saw Chris as you entered the lobby. He was upstairs next to the lion statue, hanging from the hook beside it, but not yet fighting off the Entity’s hold. That was good, you still had time to get Jill first before coming back for him.

You locked eyes with him, and you pointed to the east wing, trying not to call out to him and gain Wesker’s attention. He simply nodded, understanding your plan of action. You hated the idea of leaving him there to suffer, but Jill was your current priority.

You headed back for the first floor of the east wing, searching for Jill as you booked it through the office once more. You ended up at the side door again and noticed the meat hook you had passed by earlier in the trial was broken, the rusted metal lying on the ground, coated in a fresh layer of blood.

Poor Rebecca…

You went up the fire escape and into the second-floor hallway, hearing that rumbling noise yet again as you rounded the corner.

You were too late.

Jill’s body was already being pulled up and into a void that tore open the ceiling, the Entity’s talons wrapped tightly around her.

“Jill!” you yelled, guilt burrowing itself into your chest for not making it in time.

You had to cover your face as another shockwave rippled out, blowing dirt and debris up into the air around you.

The void closed in on itself and you were left alone in the hall, the only indication Jill had ever been there was the meat hook dropping with a loud clang to the floor.

You felt tears burn in your eyes and you leaned against the wall to steady yourself.

God, this can’t be happening… please…

You weren’t given much of a respite, though, as the sound of Wesker moving down the corridor forced you to piece yourself back together again and push forward.

At least I can still save Chris, you told yourself, shoving down the hopelessness that threatened to overtake you.

You found yourself in Chief Irons’s office, a place you had only been to once when you were first hired, a secret entryway into the lobby sitting in front of you.

Just up ahead was Chris, now battling with the Entity as it tried to tear through him with its massive claws.

You took a step forward, about to bridge the gap between you to pull him from the hook, when you heard the click of a tongue right behind you.

The hair on the back of your neck rose up as you turned, Wesker standing mere feet from you in the doorway.

How did he catch up so fast?!

“I have to admit, I always admired your fighting spirit. But you are grating on my last nerve, my dear.”

He took one long stride forward and you spun back around, bursting towards the lobby at full speed.

You passed by a pallet pressed up against Chief Irons’s desk and knew what you had to do, hopeful it would buy you enough time to grab Chris and find a place to hide.

You slowed for just a moment, long enough for Wesker to catch up to you, and then pulled it down on top of him.

He reeled back, pressing his gloved hand to his temple where the wood had made contact with his head, a snarl ripping past his lips, “I’ll see you dead!”

Fighting against your trembling hands, you finally reached Chris.

“I’m getting you out of here!” you told him, wrapping your arms tightly around his legs and pushing up with what little energy you had left.

So close, come on! you bellowed out in your head, gritting your teeth as you felt Chris’s body slide up the meat hook planted into his shoulder. He groaned in pain as he held off the Entity with one hand and tried pulling himself up and off the hook with the other.

You shrieked as leather-clad fingers dug into your scalp–into your open wound–and yanked you off of Chris by your hair.

“Lucky!” Chris shouted, reaching towards you without thinking.

Right in front of your blurring eyes, the Entity sliced its long, sharp talon through Chris’s abdomen.

One last grunt escaped him as your horrified gazes met, a spurt of blood flying out of his mouth and spraying you across the face.

“Chris!” you cried, fighting against Wesker’s hold.

It didn’t matter. He was already dead.

The Entity curled its blood-soaked claws around his body and, like Jill, began to pull him up into a void that appeared in the ceiling.

Wesker turned to you as you continued to watch your best friend’s corpse get carried off into the floating abyss, unable to come to terms with what you just witnessed. That blast of air you now know to be associated with the Entity’s sacrifice washed over you, stinging your eyes, but you couldn’t pull them away from the scene.

“How disappointing,” Wesker tutted, pressing his other hand to your face, forcing you to look at him. “To think, you were so close.”

His words cut right through the shock, every emotion you were feeling at that moment overshadowed by the unadulterated wrath you felt frothing like over-boiled water inside of you.

Wesker’s fingers were pressed to either side of your cheeks, clamped down hard enough to bruise, the healing scab across your face cracking and oozing new blood.

His hand hovered right in front of your open mouth, and so you did the only thing you could think of.

You bit down.

Hard.

He let out a hiss, pulling his hand from your face. The leather was too thick for your teeth to tear through it and into his flesh, but you knew the bite was forceful enough to still hurt.

You only stared up at him in defiance, reaching your hands to the one tangled in your hair, scratching wildly at his arm.

“Enough!” he roared, something feral flashing in those animal eyes.

He yanked you back with enough strength to nearly rip your hair from your scalp and tossed you bodily down the stairs.

You covered your face as you bounced painfully on every step, landing with a thud on your back, your head cracking–yet again–on the hard linoleum.

You let out a scream in agony, the world fading into only shapes. You were shocked your brain wasn’t oozing out of your skull by now.

You could still make out the silhouette of Wesker as he slowly made his way down the stairs, holding that glinting blade up to the light as he spoke, “You know, darling, it didn’t have to go this way. What a waste of such a sweet reunion.”

He was only halfway down the steps when you heard a creaking noise behind you, and what sounded like the rushing of wind.

Is that..?

You turned over, groaning from the motion, as you tried to follow the sound. A cold breeze hit your face and your eyes focused just enough to see your salvation.

The hatch!

It was down the ramp in front of you, just next to the entrance to the east wing.

Despite every aching part of your body objecting to your movements, you pulled yourself to your hands and knees and crawled as fast as you could.

You slid down the ramp, your hands outreached and ready to dive into the opening on the floor.

Yes! I’m getting out of here!

But, suddenly, there was a current of air whipping across your right side, something barreling past you and to the hatch so fast, you couldn’t make sense of it.

To your horror, as you were mere inches from your escape, the door to the hatch was slammed shut right in front of your eyes. If you had been any closer, your fingers would have been crushed under the rusted metal.

You were met with two large black boots standing before you, your eyes pooling as you came to terms with the fact you weren’t getting out alive.

Wesker tsked as he walked up to your side, kicking it harshly to force you onto your back.

“What a fun little game that was, my pet. But I’m afraid playtime is over.”

You tried to fight him off as he straddled your hips with ease, those vile, pulsating tendrils wrapping around your wrists and pinning them to the floor.

He traced his knife down your face, fully reopening the wound there as you cried out in pain.

His visage hovered so close to yours as he trailed his hand down your body and you shut your eyes as you felt the blade caress your ribs.

Tears leaked down your cheeks.

This is it.

Before he could bury his knife up to the hilt into your lung, though, words came tumbling out of your mouth, “Even after everything you’ve done, I can’t bring myself to hate you.”

You squeezed your eyelids tighter as you braced yourself for what was to come, resigned to experiencing this first death at the hands of your betrayer.

But nothing happened.

Confused, you opened your eyes just in time to see him lean forward, knife clattering to the floor.

And then he kissed you.

You were shocked, frozen as he moved his lips against yours, sweltering and so incredibly hungry.

You did the unthinkable.

You kissed him back.

Truth be told, you wanted this. You missed it.

To think, it had only been a few days since last you saw him. Ten years younger. Your proud captain. The man you admired.

The man you loved.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, completely at his mercy as his lips molded so perfectly against yours like they always had, but there came a sudden shaking across the whole building, the floors and walls breaking apart as an orange glow emanated from their cracks.

Wesker pulled back, his hands moving to cradle the sides of your face as he looked upon you, that murderous rage seeming to dissipate altogether, replaced with something else. Something… soft.

He sighed, those snake-like eyes boring into your own as he said, “It really is a shame, dearheart, but it looks like we’re out of time.”

Before you could say another word and faster than you could comprehend, his grip on your face tightened and he twisted your head to the side.

There was a sickening crunch, white-hot agony shooting through your neck in a single burst, and then…

Nothing.

***

???; ???

When you gained consciousness again, you were floating.

No, more like sinking.

You couldn't move. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe.

It was as if you had been tossed into the freezing depths of the ocean, the icy water feeling like a million daggers being stabbed into your skin as it enveloped you.

You panicked, fighting against your immobile limbs, urging yourself to just swim up.

Your lungs were burning, but you weren’t drowning. Just sinking further and further and further down.

Was this death? Forever drifting in a black, watery abyss?

You didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to do.

And so you continued your descent into the unknown.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. It could have been seconds. It could have been years. Everything was so far away now. Your life, your friends, the struggles you faced. It all seemed to fade into nothing.

There was no comfort in this endless dark, but there was still a certain peace to it. No need to fight anymore. You could just be.

And then you felt it.

A rush of movement came below you, something massive swimming up and towards your paralyzed form.

You didn’t know what it was, but you knew to be very afraid.

You felt it reach for you and you wished you could scream, could move, could do anything.

And then, as you awaited the inevitable, its claws outstretched…

You woke up.

***

Day 2; Survivors’ Camp

You came to, screaming.

You realized as a soft glow permeated your vision and the smell of woodsmoke filled your nostrils, that you were back at the camp.

You were no longer underneath Wesker’s hold. No longer drifting down into nothing, ready to be swallowed by what lurked in the deep of whatever watery near-grave you had been trapped in.

The memories of that freezing abyss faded nearly immediately, though, like waking from a distant dream. But Wesker’s heated kiss and the pain you felt as he snapped your neck weighed heavily in your thoughts.

The ache of your strained vocal cords was suddenly muted by the gut-wrenching anguish of your new reality settling in.

“Hey, hey. I got you, Lucky.”

You turned to face Chris, who was kneeling beside you. He clamped a firm hand on your shoulder, anchoring you to something other than the horrid truth you’ve come to learn.

He scanned you, as if making sure you were free from injury, before meeting your gaze. “Everything’s okay. You’re okay.”

Oh, how wrong he was.

Your eyes began to sting with unshed tears, and the dam broke before you could hold it in.

As the first burning sob surged through you, Chris pulled you tightly into his arms, trying to calm your shaking form.

“The first time is always the worst,” he told you, offering comfort the best way he could.

But he didn’t understand. You had to make him understand.

“It was him–” you choked out. “It was him.”

You heard him sigh above you, tightening his already crushing hold. “I know. I know. But he can’t hurt you here.”

But he didn’t know. Could never know. There were no words to describe this feeling.

Chris thought you were simply afraid of Wesker.

It went so much deeper than that.

“It’s over, Lucky. You’re back here now. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.”

He’ll keep you safe? You could almost laugh if it weren’t for the cries that wouldn’t stop falling from your lips and into his shoulder.

None of you were safe. You never would be again.

But safety was farthest from your mind.

Yes, the feeling of Wesker’s hands on you, the agony that shot through you when he… when he killed you… was something that would haunt your nightmares for weeks to come.

But it was far from the worst thing you felt, the thing that erupted from your sinking heart and out of your mouth. The truth that hurt far more than any suffering he could ever inflict on you.

The man you loved never existed.

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#albert wesker x reader #chris redfield x reader #albert wesker #chris redfield #dead by daylight #resident evil #dbd #re #the betrayer

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Hatchetfield Regency

@soggedboytroutanti mentioned a few days ago that a 'Peter wearing his ghost outfit but for real' au was interesting so I thought I'd give a little overview of my regency romance story idea. I won't start it for real until I've finished Teeth That Turn, but if it seems intriguing I may write some bits to share ahead of that. Here's the basic summary of the story:

Solomon Lauter is the most politically powerful man in town, but his position is precarious. If he doesn't get elected again, his 'new wealth' status will get him thrown out of the places and events that his role as mayor has allowed him into. His only real option to solve this problem is to marry his daughter to one of the good families in town. Unfortunately, after his wife died, he basically ignored his daughter until she was old enough to bring into society. That has resulted in a rebellious, improper girl he can not push to do anything. Her refusal to do as she is told is the biggest hurdle between Solomon and his goals.

The most eligible bachelor in town is Max Jägerman. He is old money, he is wealthy, he is handsome, and he is an absolute dick. Despite her detest for Max, Stephanie is pushed by her father to try and woo him to secure her future. All she wanted to do at events was hang out in the corner with Peter Spankoffski and make snarky comments about the ugly dresses of Mrs. Monroe, but Peter isn't an acceptable match according to her father, so she has to focus on Max instead.

Stephanie isn't the only girl who wanted to woo Max. Most of the eligible girls in town want to have a chance at gaining his love, but none more so than Grace Chasity. Grace wants the best possible match, the best possible husband, and she is GOING to get it. The fact that her best friend Stephanie is also attempting to gain her future husband's favor is an utter betrayal, and something needed to be done about it. She isn't attracted to Max, obviously, but the best thing a good Christian woman of her status could do was find an appropriate husband and have many children. Did she think about touching his hair and his chest and his- no! Obviously not! She is simply trying to do what was correct: find a suitable husband and do her duty to the lord.

Peter Spankoffski, however, is not actually looking for a match. The Spankoffski family is old money, but their father squandered it all prior to Peter's birth. Not only that, but he seduced a married woman, creating his brother Ted, and then married her after her husband died. At least Peter is legitimate due to that, he had that going for him, but nothing else. His father's reputation follows him everywhere he goes, and they don't have the money to bring him out into society properly. Despite the hand-me-down clothes and terrible family name, Peter has a good head on his shoulders and has aspirations to bring back his family's social standing and fortune. If Stephanie could wait a few years for him to get on his feet, if her father would give him the time... but no. He won't, and Peter will never gain her father's approval. The best thing he can do is support her in her search for a better husband.

At least he has his friend Ruth and Richie to comfort him. Richie works for the Spankoffski family as a footman and Ruth works as a maid for the Chasity family. They get a good view of the drama unfolding and decide to... help... to the best of their ability. Whether they can actually help solve this or if they will make things worse is yet to be determined, but they are definitely trying. They have no real interest in romance for themselves, but if that happens while they're busy being meddling matchmakers, that's just a bonus.

Who will end up getting Max's hand? Will Peter be able 'redeem' his family and convince Mr. Lauter of his worth? Will Ruth and Richie succeed in their attempts to influence the matches of the town, or will they make everything worse? All things yet to be determined.

I might add more characters and romances because I think about this sort of thing way too much. Some other little bits include

Paul works as an accountant for the Perkins family and has been in love with the younger daughter of the family for years but hasn't said a word due to the difference in status

Ted also works for the Perkins family because his family is flat broke, and he needs the money regardless of the embarrassment it causes

Richie is Paul's nephew, I might make Trevor his brother but I'm not sure yet

The Perkins family is one of the wealthy families in town, they own a paper mill that works with the lumber mill in town. Jane died about a year ago, their parents died recently. Emma never left town, she was engaged to Gary Goldstein for a time, but she broke it off when he cheated on her and she hasn't dated since

Emma and Jane's parents did not support Jane's marriage to Tom because he is a carpenter and they left Jane nothing when they died. Emma now has a family fortune and no idea what to do with it, hence hiring a team of accountants in the hopes of not fucking things up

Tom genuinely wants none of the Perkins money, he hated Jane's parents and hates everything that goes with it. Emma was firmly in their grip until their death and started reaching out afterwards to try and build a relationship but it's been tough.

Roman Murray owns a shipping company and could easily live somewhere else but instead stays in Hatchetfield because he can rule it financially. He and Solomon are absolute rivals in town.

Linda hates living in Hatchetfield and wants to be in a bigger city with more high society, but she and Gerald love her dad's money and he will take it away if they leave. Gerald is a wealthy doctor, but not that kind of wealth.

Grace's dad is still in real estate, but more as a wealthy landlord. They are slightly new money but it's a generation back further than Steph.

Max's family owns the lumber mill.

Peter's family was old money, aka inherited wealth from ancestors doing well in business. Their dad was a younger son so he didn't actually inherit everything, but he squandered what he did have. Peter's uncle hasn't been in contact with them for ages and lives in Chicago.

Solomon is a self made man, no wealthy background, no family to help. He is a social climber, and an excellent politician which has gotten him this far, but it can't get him over the hurdle of being new on the scene.

If anyone has any other questions about this concept feel free to ask. I think too much.

#hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die

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multifandom-lesbian09 · 5 months

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Hey so I watched all of “My Life With the Walter Boys” today and wrote down my commentary.

“What a way to tell someone her parents are dead.”

“Ginger woman! Ginger woman!”

“You guys have nine boys, at least one of them’s gotta be gay.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, continue being upset about your… situation.”

“I would actually kill myself before I had to stay in a house with nine boys.”

“That one’s gay. I’m calling it; he has a gay haircut. If it’s not the 90’s and you have a Shawn Hunter Haircut, there is no way you’re not fruity.”

“Y’all just ran outta good names, didn’t you? Benny.”

“FARKLE? WHY IS HE WEARING FLANNEL AND PLAYING A GUITAR?”

“I’m afraid of actually liking this show. Like, that is the most Wattpad name. My Life With the Walter Boys, like… no.”

“A stable family life? You keep an emo Farkle upstairs, what about that is stable?”

“What is that shirt? Oh my god, how many of you are gay?”

“That title makes me want to do things to myself that I don’t normally want to do. Bad things.”

“You, I don’t like you, you can go die.”

“Kill yourself, that’s what I think.”

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s very pretty. I hope she ends up being gay.”

After she introduces herself and says she’s from New York. “And I’m very pretty and my parents are dead.”

“She just did the Hannah Montoya Main Character smile. I bet she wants to go lay in the road while it rains.”

“Her name is Jackie Howard, and she is froM NEW YORK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CALL HER NEW YORK. COLE.”

“Don’t sit her next to your girlfriend. That’s dumb. You’re dumb.”

“Oh, so you're an emo and a nerd.”

“Oh no he bought her lunch, it’s the end of my life! You’ve literally known her for a day.”

“He looks like if Sam Winchester was a Chad. And a cat.”

“You can’t look that much like Jared Padalecki and be such a DICK.”

“Yeah. Me too. But also I think that I deserve ice cream after watching that performance because it was kinda cringy.”

“What are you gonna do? Stand there and watch her eat? Go away.”

“I was gonna say that this better not be a Marcus and Ginny thing, but Marcus is superior and you can go kill yourself.”

“Why are the mediocre looking ones the ones we’re worried about? Let’s look at the Shawn Hunter looking ones.”

“Oh, so he does have a tragic backstory. Because… he can’t play football. What a terrible life he has. With his… multiple girlfriends.”

“Why did you just say oh my word? You’re a teenage girl, say fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. This has the logic of a Wattpad story, too.”

“Preppy Longstocking? Is this a Disney show?”

“OH. OH. THEY’RE GAY. I LITERALLY CALLED IT FOR BOTH OF THEM. I’M SO GOOD.”

“You’re becoming friends! And that’s really good because I love your face.”

“Bro said he peaked his sophomore year…”

“NO, STOP. NATHAN NO.”

“NO. WHAT THE HELL GUYS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, COLE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU.”

“Your brother… and your friend… is in the HOSPITAL. So why don’t we go SEE HIM? Stop MAKING OUT.”

“OH THEY KISSED. OH MY GOD YAAaaaaAAAaY.”

“Yes, she’s holding her banana up to you. Because she’s choosing you.”

About how it shouldn’t have taken Will and Haley breaking up for him to realize she’s more important than any job… “No, it shouldn’t have.” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason*

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I’ve been telling you people to go to the courthouse since the first episode and you didn’t LISTEN TO ME.”

After Skylar and Nathan kiss “Literally I’m so happy that they’re together. I knew he was the gay one.”

“Screw all of you guys for getting me invested in this show.”

“Who’s Morgan, and why are we ignoring her?”

Reading the note that Cole wrote Jackie “nothing is broken that can’t be fixed…” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason: the sequel*

When Jackie and Cole are making out “STOP. STOP THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS CAN'T BE A REPEAT ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“No, because she’s in the wherever with Cole. Because it happened again, because Cole’s a dick. A DICK, I SAY.”

When Jackie is on the plane back to NY “Really? Really? Really? Really? Really? REALLY? You dicks.”

#my life with the walter boys #my commentary #lololol i think i’m funny

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fon’s 2022 in fic

i debated with myself for a while whether this post is worth making because it’s hours of work for a small handful of notes but i’m a list-maker by nature so here we go :’D this was also a weird year because i went and polished up all of my old tumblr ficlets to post them on ao3, so this is a huge mess of new fic, old fic i edited, old ficlets i mashed together and edited, old ficlets which i added thousands of words to so maybe they count as new fics after all, and the like, lol.

so i’m not even going to try and give an estimate of how many words I wrote this year. not as much as I wanted. probably more than i feared.

under the cut you’ll find links to fics including;

29 Chris/Leon

33 Piers/Leon

7 ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

4 Krauser/Leon

1 Krauser/Leon/Chris

1 Chris/Jill

here we go;

Chris/Leon

(what can I do now except) see this through | M | 4k | Leon has what he thinks are unrequited feelings for Chris and he tries to drown them in some trusty vodka. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work.

found a way to let you go | T | 2,6k | Sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes breaking up is the best thing for everyone involved. This is one of those times.

welcome home | M | 900w | Chris comes home from a mission and gets a nice welcome.

always meant to be | G | 600w | Chris tries to set Claire and Leon up, but in the end gets set up himself.

if I sing you a love song | T | 1,3k | Chris finds his old guitar and plays for Leon.

to have and to hold (to care and to carry) | T | 1,2k | Three times Chris carried Leon and one time Leon carried Chris.

(you know how to make me) feel so good | E | 1,2k | They have sleepy midnight sex.

blow your mind | E | 1k | Chris has never sucked a dick before. Leon volunteers to help.

a little help | G | 430w | Claire is tired of Chris and Leon doing nothing about the big dumb crushes they obviously have for each other.

smooth operator | T | 1,1k | Leon hits on Chris while drunk. The next morning he expects to be embarrassed to death, but it works out better than he feared.

bent like a pretzel | T | 650w | Leon is the flexible one, but Chris is still the one who manages to get his foot in his mouth.

you get what you give | T | 2,6k | They get to grow old together and be there for each other.

the art of a good shot | G | 1,2k | Chris and Leon use their shooting scores as a totally-not-awkward way to flirt. (No-zombies AU)

sail these uncharted seas (of awful attempts at flirting) | T | 900w | A Halloween party, a sailor and a pirate, plus some bad bad flirting.

men in tights | T | 1,1k | Another Halloween with questionable costumes.

try to go to sleep | T | 1k | When they get back from China, and Chris doesn’t sleep for the first three weeks, Leon doesn’t really know what to do.

a little bit of desperation | E | 1,7k | Chris gets hit with sex-pollen. Thankfully Leon is there to help.

chasing your direction | T | 1k | Leon’s old friends visits, and Chris can’t stop himself from being jealous.

bruises and promises | T | 700w | Chris gets himself hurt and Leon is angry.

some things never change | T | 870w | Leon takes care of Chris.

simple things | T | 500w | Chris has a thing for Leon wearing glasses.

the real legends | T | 656w | They survive another rough mission, together.

you are the one | G | 1k | Chris is insecure and Leon reassures him there’s no reason to be.

what could be | G | 1,1k | A baby is left on their doorstep, and they spend a day with her.

at three in the morning | T | 1,4k | There is only one bed. Finally.

won’t you take me back to paradise | E | 1k | Leon gives the best head Chris has ever had.

in the mood for a dance | G | 1,5k | Claire forces Chris and Leon to take dancing lessons.

got some places to see | G | 900w | Chris, Leon, Claire and Jill go on a roadtrip.

something solid, something good | T | 1,4k | Chris is invited to spend Christmas with Leon’s family.

Piers/Leon

three words to last forever | M | 3k | Leon is too slow and gets slashed by a monster. (”choose your own ending” with three possible endings, two with MCD, one without)

you can see me through | M | 5k | Leon and Piers get together after Piers returns from his trip through time to Raccoon City.

call me what you like but I'm a fool (forever falling for you) | G | 1k | They may be playfighting over a pillow but really, they're just happily married.

only the courage to continue counts | E | 93k | RE4 AU: Leon isn’t sent to rescue the president’s daughter alone, but with a partner. He’s not so sure what to think of this Nivans guy. (features also past Krauser/Leon)

a new life | T | 7,4k | They finally get their long awaited baby.

heal the scars and change the stars | M | 12k | Even though they’ve broken up, the feelings haven’t gone anywhere. Maybe getting back together was always going to happen.

let the walls come down | M | 6,6k | Piers gets shot, Leon confronts Ada, and some secrets come out.

make me believe in tomorrow | E | 8,7k | Piers’s sister visits, and they talk about their plans for the future.

and together we’ll make it | T | 4,2k | Leon finds an infected baby, and somehow he and Piers end up keeping her.

carpe diem (seize the day) | E | 2,6k | They wake up one morning with boobs and vaginas instead of their dicks. They decide to make the best of it.

live for today and for tomorrow | T | 6k | Leon almost dies from a stab wound, Piers panics, but at least it ends happily and they finally get together after all the pining.

already taken | G | 800w | Piers wakes up at the hospital and thinks he’s hitting on the gorgeous nurse.

happiness is made not found | E | 7k | Piers asks Jake to be his best man, Leon makes a confession to Sherry, Chris is a good bro, and Piers and Leon get to enjoy domesticity together.

give me hope, make me strong | T | 1,4k | Piers and Leon seek shelter in a small cabin during a snowstorm. It would almost be romantic if Piers wasn’t bleeding so much.

the problem with dishwashers | M | 1,4k | Piers promises to fix Leon’s dishwasher but ends up “fixing” Leon’s “dishwasher”.

try a little tenderness | T | 1,7k | Piers is sick, cold meds make him a little loopy, and Leon is there to take care of him.

breathe, trust, and see what happens | E | 5,9k | They have some summer fun, get a big scare, talk retirement, and cheat at Mario Kart.

for hope I’d give my everything | T | 1,9k | Piers and Leon bond over surviving being infected.

safely away from the world | G | 1,1k | Leon wakes up miserable and in pain. It’s made a little better when he gets quality snuggles.

as dust settles | T | 1,2k | Piers and Leon get stuck in a basement under a collapsed building. Leon might be bleeding, but he still finds enough energy to flirt.

no more coffee | G | 550w | When Piers drinks coffee, he gets insufferable, and Leon is the one who has to deal with him.

close your eyes and you will find | T | 2,6k | Leon has trouble sleeping. Somehow Piers helps just by being there.

gonna show you tonight | E | 3,2k | Leon has a bit of a competency kink. And maybe a tiny thing for Piers’ arms. Good thing Piers is always willing to indulge him.

you are the question and the answer am I | E | 2,8k | Piers calls Leon cute, Leon meets Piers’s dog, and they have some sleepy sex. All the good things.

a taste of something more | E | 1,5k | Piers can’t sleep, so Leon helps him work off some tension.

exactly what it seems like | T | 1k | Chris accidentally ends up with Leon’s phone and finds out Leon is dating Piers.

the worst kept secret | T | 1,6k | Piers is a clingy drunk and in the morning doesn’t even remember how embarrassing he was. Good thing Leon loves him anyway.

yee haw! | E | 1,3k | Ride ‘em cowboy; aka Leon wears only a cowboy hat and a gun belt for Piers. They both have their fun.

and I was loving you | T | 1,9k | Five times Piers gets a little kiss on the nose, and one time Leon does.

(like a thief) you stole my heart | T | 3,6k | Glimpses of their relationship developing throughout the years as they grow more and more in love.

the sweetest gift | G | 1k | Piers brings Leon chocolate for Valentine’s Day.

you gotta take care, it’s a new romance | G | 700w | Leon can’t sleep. Piers is there for him.

Piers/Leon endgame, starts off with friends-with-benefits Chris/Leon

to feel again | M | 19k | After Chris accidentally breaks Leon’s heart, Leon is fully prepared to nurse his bruised feelings alone. He’s less prepared for the way Piers is apparently dead set on being there for him to help him through it. He’s the least prepared for when he realizes he might just get his happy ending, after all.

ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

sweetly seduced to sleep | T | 1k | Leon gets tricked into healthy sleeping habits.

last chance garage | M | 8k | Chris, Leon and Piers try to make sense of over a decade worth of yearning. Somehow, they make it work.

all those little moments | T | 1,8k | They get to enjoy some domestic, carefree happiness, for once.

where the past meets the future | T | 4,8k | Chris and Piers find out how exactly Leon became an agent.

your arms open wide | G | 850w | Piers comes home exhausted.

picture this | T | 1k | Piers accidentally sends near-nudes to Chris instead of Leon.

let the water wash away | T | 800w | The three share a soft moment in the shower.

Krauser/Leon/Chris

it's gone so fast | E | 2k | Chris keeps getting invited into Krauser and Leon's bed. Inevitably, Chris develops feelings.

Krauser/Leon

made to remind | E | 1,6k | Leon says the wrong name in bed. Krauser reminds him who he belongs to.

then, now and always | E | 2,2k | Krauser does not do feelings. Instead he flees.

my fall will be for you | M | 2,8k | Krauser and Leon almost get a happy ending.

better with you | T | 600w | Krauser makes a sudden confession.

Chris/Jill

ravishing | E | 4k | Jill deserves to be worshipped like the goddess she is, Chris gets the honor of doing just that. (aka feelsy smut lol)

here’s to hoping for a better 2023 :3

#my fics #chreon #nivannedy #ot3 #metaltango #kreon #idk what to tag really #2022

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thehandthatleads02 · 1 year

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Taskmaster: Kink Edition

Welcome back to kinky taskmaster, and today we have the results of our first story task, Without further ado, the unedited replies from our contestants! My commentary will all be in RED. As a reminder, the contestants were instructed to tell me about their most embarrassing orgasm. Let's see how they did!

@thehandthatfollows

mercy

mercy doesn't have many orgasms... But once when she was living with her friend in Arkansas she was fucking herself with her dildo, in the window facing the front yard (it was dark at the time). mercy makes a lot of noise... even more so when she's super turned on and she was. She had been told to fuck herself hard and rub her clit and she was so freaking horny, she couldn't keep quiet. She's pretty sure her friends heard her in their room across the hall. When she got permission to come, she ended up squirting a huge puddle, all the way down the wall and all over the carpet, some even got on the window. mercy was incredibly ashamed and really worried about people seeing and worse saying something

Ah yes, this one takes me back. mercy didn't mention it, but this was a task given by me. mercy did quite well, but unfortunately not especially public

@ownedpuppy

arabella

My most embarrassing orgasm is that i was in my car, in a carpark, and i was rubbing myself. Tumblr had me so desperate and i couldnt help myself, i pushed my panties to the side and started rubbing It wasn’t too busy but there was quite a few people around, some looked in disgust and some just ignored me The humiliation made me cum harder, Sir

A good slut is always horny, and nothing shows that better than being too needy to wait to get somewhere private to rub your slit. Along with being actually seen, this makes for a quite embarrassing story

@hayleythesissy

haley

My most embarrassing orgasm: when I first became a sissy it was through trying on my mums and 2 sister’s underwear and I loved it so much I would wear it everywhere, even to school, this day I had a guitar lesson which was done in a studio in someone house, while waiting in the waiting room (an extension onto the house which lead into the studio and had a wall that attached to a bedroom) for my lesson I heard a girl moaning really faintly and it got me really turned on especially when I was wearing the panties (I was a horny 16 year old at the time) and decided 6 mins before my lesson was the right time to wank. I wanked to the moaning and finished rather fast 2 mins which is embarrassing as it is, what made it worse is just as I finished and put away my dick my instructor came in, saw the panties as I hadn’t done my zip up yet and saw the cum that was on my hand as I didn’t think about cleanup, it was very embarrassing, even just thinking of it now and it was also a very quiet and awkward lesson, I stopped learning very soon after.

Now this is quite a story. And again, too needy to wait until they are somewhere private. Very slutty. Not just embarrassing but formative as well. The kind of experience that makes people look at you differently. The kind I am sure they have thought about a time or two. Well done

@littlesubbygirl

liz

My most embarrassing orgasm happened at New Year's Eve at my grandmothers house. I was laying down on the couch and my family was about 5 feet behind me. I had a blanket on top of me and I was super horny. I was talking to you and I started touching my pussy. I was asking if I could cum that night and you told me that I could only cum if I did it on the couch and so I did and it was so hard to be quiet but I did and I felt like everyone knew but nobody did.

Another fairly public rub session, this one with family. Sitting there rubbing and hoping her family wouldn't discover what a needy slut she is. This is another one that I personally instructed, and she did a great job

@lesbiandenial

jay

My most embarrassing orgasm was one day where i spent all day edging, and decided to give in and let myself cum, but at the last minute i made it a ruin, and lay on my bed so desperate after that ruin

Look, I understand what is humiliating depends a great deal on the person, but I am afraid I just don't see how this is very humiliating. Surely spending all day rubbing your clit is slutty, but this is just not a great effort.

Alright, we had some strong efforts, let's look at our scores. Contestants will be scored from 1 to 5 points based on their relative performance in the task, an here's how they did:

mercy 2

arabella 4

haley 5

liz 3

jay 1

Be sure to comment on this post with your favorite story, and stay tuned for the next task!

#taskmaster #kinky taskmaster

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speakfriendandentermellon · 1 year

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(Not my story) belongs to lizzykink which is a deactivated account posted in 2016.

NOTHING BUT DREAMS

BY: lizzykink

Writing sex is my passion. Special kinks: Young girl/old guy, incest, impregnation, rule 34,con non-con.

Feel free to send requests. Inspire me!

FEBRUARY 12, 2016 • 16 NOTES

‘Spiritual’ guidance

Tags: Grandfather/granddaughter, non-con in the beginning, defloration, virginity, cunnilingus, blow-job, ass rimming, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration

Warning: If you’re religious, this might be offensive to you.

~oOo~

The sun is hanging low in the sky, showering the earth in romantic orange light. A garden in full bloom, the smell of roses and lavender mixing with the delicious smells of the barbecue. The buzzing of the bees around the lavender is drowned out by human chat and laughter. A gathering of thirty people fills said garden. It’s a birthday party for the owner of the house, obviously. His name is Phil, not that it matters. It’s also only slightly important to know that his guests are family and friends, including his father and father-in law, his wife and his 20-year-old daughter. The much more interesting people are standing a bit away from the gathering, near the garden pond, beers in hand, watching the other guests.

“A shame, isn’t it?” Hawley says, the birthday boy’s father-in-law.

“What?” asks Bob, the birthday boy’s father.

“Nicci. Didn’t you hear she wants to become a nun?”

Bob nods.

“Oh that, yes. A shame. Such a bright girl, could have gotten anywhere in life. Instead she locks up her mind in a monastery.”

“Yeah, well. That too, I suppose. But that tight little body hidden under one of those hideous bags-”

“It’s called a Habit.”

“Whatever. It just drives tears in my eyes.”

Hawley shakes his head, taking a big gulp of beer. It’s not his first.

The girl in question walks through the garden, her long strawberry-blonde hair dancing in the summer breeze, the skirt of her white summer dress billowing around her calves.

“God, can you remember the last time you had such a tight little body underneath you?”

“Last year, Thailand.”

Hawley and Bob exchange a meaningful look.

“Bareback?” Bob inquires.

“Are you crazy? I might be old but that doesn’t mean I want to die with my dick falling off.”

Hawley chuckles.

“Bareback in a virgin cunt…oh yeah. That’s what it’s all about.”

“You are very philosophical tonight.”

The old friends exchange a look and a chuckle.

Then a long sigh from both of them. For minutes their eyes follow the innocent young woman soon-to-be-nun, watch the fabric caress her perky B-cup tits and the taut little nipples.

“Why are those young nipples always stiff?” Hawley muses loudly.

“Why is she never wearing bras?” Bobs counters.

“What for? Those nuns are not gonna play with them, so…or are they?”

They chuckle and imagine a lesbian nun orgy - naturally. Which makes their old cocks twitch in their pants. And Nicci’s lovely little arse does the rest.

To their luck – and her doom – she spots her granddaddies and comes over to them, both men looking at her bouncing little tits as she approaches.

“Why are you so far away, grandpas?”

She kisses both on the mouth. They’ve always done it like this.

Bob takes her in his arm, his big hand stroking up and down her back until it comes to rest right above that lovely arse.

She’s warm from the sun, her soft young body snuggled against his. She can smell her perfume – cherry blossom. Her long hair tickles his bare arm. Bob lowers his hand and begins lazily rubbing the left cheek of her arse. Nicci doesn’t say anything. Then again, he has done it before, always taken more liberty than a good grandfather should. As Nicci chats with her other granddaddy, Bob can’t keep his mind off the fact that soon this beauty would be lost to mankind, that her virgin pussy would never see cock and eventually dry up without having been shagged properly.

It’s such a shame. Such a terrible, terrible shame…

“What something to drink, darling?”

“Oh, that would be lovely. A coke?”

Bob nods and leaves. He returns with a coke, spiked with vodka. It just happened. But he keeps doing it. Luckily, Nicci doesn’t notice. And soon she is giggling, her cheeks are glowing and she dangerously sways.

“Are you alright, honey?” Hawley asks then. It takes only one glance at Bob to realize what he has been doing. The old cock in his trousers raises his head.

“I think you should lie down, babydoll.”

They lead her away from the party and into the house, up the stairs to the room in her attic. They feel her up on the way, Nicci needing support. They have already undone half the buttons on the back of her dress when they reach her room.

“Here, baby, let us help you with your dress.”

Nicci only giggles and holds on to one of her grandfather’s shoulders while the other brushes her hair to her front – not without cupping her breast – and undoes the the rest of her buttons that go all the way down to her arse.

“Such a good girl”, Hawley praises her and pulls the dress off her shoulders when Bob is done.

Those perky little breasts, perfectly round and firm little apples with tiny pink nipples on top, is all Hawley sees for a moment.

“Fuck”, he can’t help but breathe.

“Grandpa! No cursing!”

“Sorry, my love. Come, lie down on your bed.”

It’s only a mattress on the floor. Nicci has given away most of her stuff, cleansing her mind and soul from the need to possess, as she had phrased it. It is certainly easier for them like this.

As soon as she is sprawled on the mattress, Nicci’s grandfathers begin their sinful seduction. Bob has already laid down next to her and is stroking her flat belly with only his fingertips, sliding up and down, further up and around her tits, causing her nipples to harden, and all the way down to her white cotton knickers, grazing the mound and the little cleft.

“Sleep, dolly. Your granddaddy’s will take good care of you.”

Nicci smiles with her eyes closed. Hawley joins them now, the terry cloth belt of her bathrobe in his hands. Carefully he takes her arms and places them above her head where he ties her wrists together. The ends of the belt are tied around the foot of her wardrobe.

Hawley has to rub his cock through his trousers at this sight.

Yes, he thinks.

He and Bob undress now, neither of them being shy, both their cocks admired by the lady. One is longer, the other is thicker. Both are already hard, the taboo of the situation adding to the fuel that is Nicci’s perfect body.

One granddaddy on either side of the dozing girl, they explore the tight young body. Hawley, always been a tits man, sucks on the hard little nipple before he swallows almost all of that young breast. Bob is kissing his way down her belly and hooks his fingers into her knickers, pulling them down, oggling every inch of revealed skin with a fast beating hard.

“Halleluja”, he comments as the pussy is exposed. “She’s bald, Hawley. Our little nun shaves her pure little cunt.”

Impatiently he tears the knickers off her body. Nicci stirs when he opens her legs.

Her pussy is pink and puffy and the outer lips open with a smack.

“Oh yes. Fuck yes. You’re doing great Hawley. Your granddaughter really loves what you’re doing to her.”

A little clear drop runs out of the unfucked hole. Innocent little Nicci is wet. Bob’s mouth waters and he lies down quickly, positioning himself right in front of that beautiful pussy. For almost a minute he watches the juice sticking to her lips while Hawley is soiling their granddaughter’s tits with his saliva, sucking and nibbling and licking them like there is no tomorrow, all the while pulling at his cock.

“I want to fuck her, Bob”, he groans against her skin all of a sudden.

“I’m so fucking horny. My cock needs that puss.”

“Patience, old friend.”

“Why? She’s asleep. She won’t notice.”

Ah, yes. The thought of fucking her unconscious is tempting. But-

“Imagine what pleasure awaits if she is awake and we get her to like it. Good bye monastery, hello living with her grandfathers.”

Hawley contemplates, his mouth grazing her nipple and his tongue circling around it. He looks up at her serene face as he sucks at her tit.

“Okay. But if this doesn’t work, there is hell to pay.”

“Trust me, old boy. Her little pussy is already drooling. Go wake her up.”

Hawley hesitates only a second. Then his mouth is by her ear and calls her name. He has to do so a couple of times, his tongue licking her earlobe while his old hand massages her tit.

“Wake up, baby. Your granddaddy’s want to play with you. We want to be all nice to you, darling…we want to fuck your little pussy real nice, baby.”

Hawley can’t help it. He is so fucking horny.

He kisses her, not one of those harmless pecks, but actually works his way into her mouth. When he twists her nipple harder and harder, she stirs.

“Hello”, he grins down at her as she opens her eyes.

“Grandpa?”

“Mhm.”

She wakes up and wants to move her arms – but she can’t.

Blinking several times she looks up and sees that she is tied up.

“What is going on?”

“It’s playtime, baby.”

To show her what he means he claims her left breast with his mouth.

His tongue is flickering over her nipple as her eyes widen and she fully awakens.

“Oh my God! What are you doing?”

She squirms and tries to close her legs, but Bob is a smart guy and has already pinned them down. There’s no way in hell this deliciously smelling pussy gets away now.

“Just relax, baby”, he soothes her as she keeps squirming.

“You want this.”

“What?! No! This is sin! This is incest! God, please stop, grandpas!”

Hawley only moans and sucks on the other tit.

“Oh, stop your silly church talk. We won’t stand idly by while you rot away in a monastery. You belong in the world, love. With your grandfathers who love you so much more than Jesus ever could…and in so many more ways.”

The wardrobe aches as she pulls at her tie roughly.

“No! Please, please stop this! I want to become a nun!”

Bob can hear the tears in her eyes.

“Not after tonight, babydoll. We’ll show you what you really want.”

Without further ado he buries his head in her cunt.

Nicci screams.

Hawley covers her mouth with his hand and lets her scream while her body tries to wrestle them off. But they continue anyway, Hawley nibbling at her breasts while Bob is eating her out, groaning into that puffy virgin cunt and drinking her flowing juices.

“Please! Please stop! Ah! No! I don’t- Ah!- I don’t want this!”

Her legs are shaking. Bob is flicking his tongue over that swollen cherry. Her breathing grows shallow and she stems her feet into the mattress. Bob knows what’s coming and he places a finger at her entrance, rubbing it and slowly pushing inside.

Fuck, she is tight.

Awesome.

When he’s all in he bends his finger, searching for the rough patch of skin. Nicci’s shudder tells him he found it.

“I’ll make you come now, baby”, he groans into her pussy, “your granddaddy is going to give you an orgasm.”

“No! Please no!”

He rubs the spot.

“No! No! NOOOOO!”

Hawley has to cover her mouth again when she comes screaming.

Bob pulls out his finger – which isn’t that easy with her tight hole clenching around him – and covers her pussy with his mouth, drinking up the juices, plowing through her slit with his tongue and shoving it into her convulsing channel to prolong her ecstasy.

“There you go, baby. Was that so bad?”

Nicci is crying now, but her body has stopped fighting. Her legs are bent and spread, allowing her granddaddy to keep licking the juicy puss all he wants.

“Oh baby, don’t cry.”

Hawley is kissing her tears away.

“We love you, baby. We love you so much we can’t bare the thought of you leaving us. Please, baby. Please stay with us.”

He kisses her lips again and again, the tip of his tongue licking over her bottom lip, begging for entrance.

Helping his old friend out, Bob lets his tongue flicker over that delicious clit and pushes his finger back into that tight hole.

Nicci moans and her hips roll.

Whether she likes it or not, she’s just as horny as they are.

In the end, Hawley gets his french kiss.

“Oh darling, I love you so much”, it bursts out of him and before Bob can protest Hawley’s leg is in his face, pushing him away so that he can roll on top of her.

Bob sighs, but let’s it happen. Hawley has always been her favorite. And apparently he is in love with her. So he let’s them have their moment.

“Please, granddaddy. Stop”, Nicci whispers but keeps her legs spread so Hawley can settle his hips between them.

“I want you so much, Nicci. I love you. Please don’t leave me. Never leave me.”

Bob watches how Hawley looks down at his granddaughter and takes his cock in hand to stroke the angry red head through her wet slit.

Nicci gasps and turns her head way, closing her eyes. Her toes curl into the mattress. Yet, she doesn’t try to close her legs.

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Not even God. I will fuck you, Nicci. I will fuck you so good you will never want to leave me.”

With that he begins pushing his cock into her. Slowly, carefully. Certainly much more carefully than Bob would have been.

Nicci is panting and biting her lip, her face red from crying and excitement.

“No…no…”, she protests, only a whisper now. Then she moans and pulls her legs to her body.

The turning point.

“Good girl. Such a good girl you are”, Hawley praises her and with one hard thrust, Nicci is not a virgin anymore.

She cries out.

Hawley fills her tight pussy to the hilt, groaning into her mouth as he claims it.

“You’re mine, baby. I love you. I love you so much, Nicci.”

He begins pushing into her, slowly at first but soon getting faster until the sound of their skin slapping together fills the room.

Nicci is moaning underneath her gramps, her face full of pleasure now.

“See, I told you this is what you want”, Bob commented when he rejoined them, his mouth at her ear before he kisses her, her tongue meeting his eagerly.

“You’re a little slut, not a nun”, he grins as he sits up and holds his cock out to her. She has her eyes closed, her granddaddy fucking her too nicely, so Bob places a hand in her neck and pushes her mouth over his cock. He rubs his length on her tongue until she begins sucking his dick.

“There you go, sweetie.”

The fallen angel is quite a sight; her bleeding pussy getting fucked harder and harder while that heavenly mouth sucking cock like a pro.

When Hawley is about to burst he stops with a grunt, impaling her to the hilt, and licks her tits so they are all wet and glistening again. Nicci’s hips begin rolling. Her pussy clenches around him.

Hawley moans into her skin. The begging little angel puts him to pieces.

He should pull out, so close to the edge. He doesn’t want to come, yet.

But, fuck, she keeps rolling her hips.

Oh, he’s never been good at denying her things. He always gives her what she wants.

Pushing his knees into the mattress he thrusts into her as hard and fast as he can, watching her lovely tits bounce. This and the sight of her sucking Bob’s cock is hurling him over the edge and into the abyss of bliss.

With a groan he squirts his old grandpa seed into her hungry little pussy, more and more with each thrust until he is all spent.

As soon as he pulls out his mouth finds her pussy. Two fingers does he shove into that cum-filled hole, stuffing her womb with his seed while he sucks on the swollen cherry.

She comes screaming against the cock in her mouth.

With pride and satisfaction Hawley watches that pussy clench and swallow his cum, sucking it into her womb.

Fuck, he wants to impregnate her so bad. He can’t keep shoving his seed into her.

But his Nicci loves it, writhing and moaning and sucking on Bob’s balls.

Gently now, Hawley cleans her pussy with his tongue, his hands tenderly stroking her thighs, her flat belly and those magnificent tits.

When Bob pulls his old cock out of her young mouth, Nicci is panting. She licks her lips and gasps, her granddaddy licking her good. So good. She can feel his wet tongue slide through her labia, lazily circling the clit before it splits her inner lips and enters her burning hole. She hurts down there, but the pain is dulled out by her granddaddy showing her his love. His familiar hands roam her body, every stroke a worship, and it makes her feel so hot and wonderful.

Oh, she is sure she will go to hell for this. Giving herself to her grandfathers! Incest! Oh, she will never be forgiven.

Nicci throws her head to the side, biting her lips.

Her hips roll against her grandfather’s fingers that he is pushing into her again. She doesn’t want to do this. Somehow she has lost control over her body. It has stopped fighting her sinning grandfathers completely, instead it’s writhing and opening up for them to lure them to do even more forbidden things to her.

“Come on, baby. We have to get grandpa Hawley’s cock back up again. Let’s give him a little show.”

The ties on her wrist get untied and grandpa Bob rolls her around on her belly with a sly grin. A pillow is shoved under her hip and her arse rises like the sun. Then Bob spreads her legs with his knees. His mouth waters when he sees both holes in front of him.

“God, baby, your arse is out of this world. And that puss, ugh, don’t get me started. You are beautiful. Grandpa Hawley’s little angel. That’s what he called you, remember?”

He grins at Hawley who is sitting on the floor next to Nicci’s head, stroking her long hair, his cock lying soft on his leg, still glistening with pussy juice.

Bob strokes Nicci’s arse, massages her full cheeks with both his hands as he continues to whisper to his granddaughter.

“All your life we have been there for you, loved you, guided you. We know what is best for you, baby. We love you. We can make you feel good. So much better than praying could ever do for you. You know we’re right. Grandpa Hawley’s cock felt good, didn’t it? So big and long, filling you up, stretching your little puss. You liked that, didn’t you?”

Hawley and Nicci exchange a look and Hawley smiles. He bends down to kiss her and she lifts herself up on her elbows to kiss him back.

“Good girl”, Bob praises her and watches how Hawley’s hand cups Nicci’s tit and massages it.

Now Bob climbs on top of her, his hands on the mattress on either side of her, his knees next to hers. Rubbing his throbbing cock through the cleft of her arse he licks her back, his tongue sliding up and down her spine.

“Ask me to fuck you, babygirl”, he whispers hoarsely into her ear. “Tell me you want our cocks more than God.”

Slowly, Bob pushes his cock into his granddaughter. Nicci moans into Hawley’s mouth, breaking the kiss. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes glazed over, her lips parted. Her hand finds Hawley’s.

Bob retreats, only to push back in again, teasingly slow. He fights to keep his eyes open, her hole so fucking tight and wet. It takes some self-control, but he pulls out again, making her moan once more.

“Ask me”, he whispers. “And know that I will take you roughly, baby. I will make that pussy burn like hellfire. I will cut off your little angel wings by fucking you so hard you will cry. You will be ours, baby. Forever. We will live together in sin, will fuck you whenever we want. I know you want that, too. Just ask me.”

Fuck, the heat of her pussy is driving him insane. He wants to shove his cock back where it belongs. But he has to control himself, ignore the juice sticking to his cock for a few more seconds. By the way she looks at him he knows she will stay with them. All their dreams will come true. She just has to jump into the abyss, leave the light and come to the darkness.

Bob inwardly snorts. Normally, he isn’t that poetic.

After what feels like an eternity, Nicci looks from Bob to Hawley and back to Bob again.

“Please, grandaddy. F-Fuck me.”

Both grandfathers feel like they are floating on air.

“Good girl. Such a good little girl”, Bob praises her and kisses her shoulder. His lips wander upwards, pretend to kiss her only to bite into her shoulder.

Nicci’s gasp turns into a breathless whimper as Bob thrusts his cock into her little pussy.

One thrust, two thrusts. Hard. Deep. Accompanied with high-pitched moans.

Then Bob let’s go of her shoulder, his teeth marks visible on her delicate skin and takes up a position that is more ideal for what he wants to do.

“You better hold her, buddy”, he advises his friend and fellow grandfather, who immediately takes her hand again and strokes her head.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Harder. Faster.

Her arse is shaking.

Faster again.

She moans and lifts her arse to help him push deeper into that slick, tight cunt.

Deeper. All the way in.

Faster.

Faster again.

He’s lucky that his hips are still in good condition.

Now he’s pistoling into that little pussy, making that hole smack loudly.

She is so fucking wet. He can go even faster.

He’s sweating. His heartbeat is drumming twice as fast as his rutting hips.

He’s like a dog.

‘Bloodhound Bob’, that’s how the girls called him back in his days. He had a fetish for fucking a girl during her period back then.

Ah good times.

Never in a million years would he have thought he would have this much fun again.

To be honest, he’d never thought he’d be able to fuck like that again; like a damned mad dog.

But he can.

It feels fantastic.

That pussy is heaven. With every minute the channel opens up to him a bit more and he can go faster and deeper until he has reached his limit. Then it’s just amazing.

He presses his hands on Nicci’s shoulders to shift his weight. Bob wants her to feel his cock in her cervix.

A scream tells him she does.

Nicci, his angelic granddaughter, is holding on to her grandpa Hawley as she whimpers and cries and screams.

Of course she tries to close her legs a few times. She’s new to this. Bob forgives her. His legs won’t let her do it, anyway. She’s all open and fuckable for him, that little puss.

Suddenly the tight hole is convulsing, milking him. Then Nicci screams out, her orgasm having reached her vocal chords.

Bob puffs out some air. Damn, that cunt is milking him hard and so good…

He squeezes his eyes shut, feels every drop of sweat on his back, his skin getting all sensitive. His balls tighten and even though he tries to stop it, it all goes too fast.

With a war cry he shoots his load, his rhythm broken, rutting rather clumsily as his sperm squirts into his granddaughter’s pussy.

For a second there he thinks he might get a heart attack.

Luckily, he doesn’t.

And when he is all spent, all he feels is bliss.

With a sigh he falls down next to Nicci and lazily slaps her lifted arse.

Gasping for air he looks at her, her face only inches away. Her cheeks are wet with tears and her face is red. Then her eyes flutter shut as another orgasm rages through her body, no one even touching her.

Bob chuckles as he watches her gasp and quiver.

“That’s my girl.”

They remain in that position for a while. Nicci keeps her legs spread, her pussy burning like hell indeed, and shivers every time she feels a load of cum drip out of her hole.

Her entire body is buzzing with electricity. Her skin is sensitive, her breasts are tingling and despite the soreness inside her she feels this pull in her abdomen, feels the emptiness of her pussy. It’s the only thing that feels wrong now. Nicci is past the point of reason. Her body has taken control.

She has fallen to sin.

And she finds that sin is much more enjoyable than virtue.

It is her that initiates the next act of sin.

She lifts herself on all fours and crawls to her granddaddy’s hips. She swallows his soiled cock like a starving woman. With her eyes closed she licks of their mixed body fluids until the taste is all cock again. Her grandpa’s cock stiffens in her mouth within a minute and his hand wanders into her hair to guide her.

Not too long and she feels hands on her back, stroking up and cupping both her tits. The fingers twist her nipples. Something hard and hot pokes her ass, her thigh, then her slit. It takes a few more pokes, then she is filled again, slow and careful, like she knew her grandpa Hawley would be.

It hurts and she whimpers against the tasty cock in her mouth. A loving kiss is placed on her back, the hard cock inside her pushing in and out slowly, almost tenderly. Grandpa Hawley is careful not to hurt her, makes her feel good by teasing her nipples and rubbing her clit between two fingers.

It makes her suck that cock harder.

Bob pushes her head down and his tip enters her throat. Nicci is lucky that her gag reflex is not very strong. Bob appreciates it with a low groan. He can feel that she wants to please him, sucks him hard, using her tongue on both shaft and head, then only sucking on the head when she realizes he likes that a lot.

Spontaneously, Bob decides to rob under Nicci so he can lick her pussy while she blows him. Hawley low hanging balls slap against his forehead a couple of times, but Bob doesn’t mind at that point. The smell of his granddaughter and the taste of her pussy is worth it. He’s moving his hips now, fucking her mouth. Nicci endures it bravely, only gagging a few times when Bob is naughty and pushes particularly deep. Soon, he feels the second orgasm build up.

“I’m close”, he announces to the others.

“Fuck, me too”, Hawley growls above him.

“Seems like you’re in for a treat, baby. Let’s all come together.”

Listening to their moans, Bob matches his thrusts and the speed of his tongue.

“Ladies first”, Hawley groans through gritted teeth.

Oh, Bob knows what he’s trying to do. They all say he is the bad one, but trying to impregnate your granddaughter; he’d say that’s worse.

But he obliges. With his skilled tongue and a few pinches in her nipples he sends his granddaughter over the edge. Hawley follows suit, pumping his seed into the milking cunt. That’s Bob’s cue to turn his head away. Grabbing his moaning granddaughter’s head he thrusts into her fast and hard a few times. When Nicci gags he comes, steadying her head so she has to drink it all.

When he’s done and releases her she coughs and gasps for air. Bob likes her face red and her lips swollen.

Even though she breaks down on the mattress Hawley keeps his cock inside her, languidly moving back and forth. Carefully he rolls her back onto her back and covers her body with his, taking his softening cock in his hand and pushing it back inside. Nicci moans sweetly and wraps her arms around his shoulders. They kiss long and deep, Hawley’s old hips never seizing to move. This way he manages to re-stiffen his cock. Soon he’s fucking her again, suckling at her tit whilst doing so.

Bob watches them, rubbing his soft wet cock. Nicci’s blissful face is such a turn-on. Not to mention that gorgeous body and the wet sounds of her sweet cunt as it is being fucked.

Again Hawley whispers how much he loves her as he hooks his elbows into the hollows of her knees. Her arse is lifted off the mattress and Bob has excellent view of that old cock stuffing their granddaughter. Nicci’s legs dangle in the air and she has her arms above her head, holding on at the edge of the mattress as she looks down and watches her grandpa fuck her fast and deep now. She is moaning and gasping shamelessly loud now. It doesn’t take a minute in this position to make her come again.

Bob’s eyes fall on the little pucker as it twitches in the rhythm of the orgasm. His mouth waters.

A hole yet unexplored.

After Hawley empties himself inside the young cunt once more, Bob takes over.

“Back on your belly”, he orders her and helps her trembling body to roll over. Nicci lifts her arse voluntarily, her upper body still on the mattress. She’s looking at him, one finger between her trembling lips. He gives her a sly grin and pushes index and ring finger deep into her pussy. The hole clenches around him and she whimpers.

“Does it hurt?”

She nods.

“Poor baby. Do you want us to stop?”

She shakes her head.

“Good. I think there is still some sperm left in our balls. Wouldn’t you say, Hawley?”

“There will always be sperm for my little angel”, the old man lying next to the young beauty replies and strokes her back.

“Excellent.”

Bob pulls out his fingers. Then he begins rubbing the wet tips on the little anus. Nicci gasps and her eyes flutter close.

He has to admit, he hasn’t expected this reaction. In his experience most women freak out when the anus gets involved. But his granddaughter is one of a kind. He should have known she wouldn’t disappoint him.

Carefully, he pushes the index finger past the muscle and into the tiny hole. Nicci moans and a visible shiver runs through her.

“Just when I thought you’re all pussy. Good girl. You are the best, baby.”

He begins finger-fucking her ass, slowly so she can used to it, stretching her hole. To his surprise she is totally relaxed and very soon he inserts the middle finger, pushing deeper and faster.

Nicci fucking loves it.

“Have you been playing with your arse, baby?” Bob can’t help but ask.

The blush that explodes on her cheeks tells him everything. He chuckles.

“Naughty little angel. Tsk tsk.”

He bends down and pushes the tip of his tongue against her pucker. Nicci lets out a loud moan.

Rimming her arse his great fun. The noises she makes are hilarious and damn sexy. It doesn’t take long to get Hawley’s and Bob’s cocks hard again.

Bob slickens her arse with spit and pussy juice – which is drooling out of her hole now – and when she is all squirmy and needy, he turns to his friend.

“I assume you want the pussy?”

Hawley’s eyes widen, realizing he’s been found out. Still, he nods.

“Hop onto your grandpa Hawley, babydoll. Now you’ll learn what double penetration means.”

Hawley is super excited when his granddaughter climbs on top of him. His hands are all over her and he kisses her lips, neck and tits. His cock is inside her before Bob even gets to kneel between their knees.

Horny bastard, Bob thinks but doesn’t say anything.

“Keep still now, babydoll, or this will hurt you.”

With Hawley sucking and pressing his head between her perky tits Nicci tries to move as little as possible as her other grandfather begins pushing the with spit slicked tip of his cock into her arse.

The hole squeezes him tightly and Bob puffs out some air.

“Relax, baby. It will feel fantastic. Trust me. Deep breaths.”

They breathe together a few times, then he feels the muscle around his head losen up enough so he can push further.

Nicci is panting and gasping with every inch he fills her.

“Oh God”, she breathes, “it doesn’t fit, granddaddy. You’re tearing me apart.”

“It will be fine. Just enjoy, love. Do you like grandpa Hawley suckling your tits? Wouldn’t you like to kiss him again?”

The distraction works and Nicci bends down to kiss her beloved grandpa. This makes it possible to push the rest of Bob’s cock inside that tight little ass.

All three of them moan when it’s done.

Without further explanation Bob begins to move his hips. He can feel the cock on the other side of the thin wall which is separating them. He steadies her hips with his hands and sets up a slow pace, her arse being stretched more and more. At one point Nicci relaxes completely and Bob can feel the tight grip on his cock losen up.

“That’s my girl.”

They fuck her slowly at first, but Nicci begs for more sooner than anyone as anticipated. Within mintues the room is filled with moans and groans and whimpers, and the divine sound of skin slapping together and smacking cunt.

Nicci comes two times before she milks the seed out of her grandfathers.

They both keep fucking her until the last drop is stuffed in both lovely holes.

After Bob has pulled out Hawley buries his granddaughter beneath him and lifts her arse, stuffing her pussy a few more times, trying to get his seed into that fertile young womb.

Nicci doesn’t mind. She lets him use her body however he pleases.

Bob wonders if she knows what he’s doing.

Possibly not.

Maybe she will find out in a few weeks. She will live with them by that time, so it doesn’t really matter.

Of course Hawley and her will move in with him. Bob has a house, two towns away. His children never visit. There they will live their sinful life. Maybe raise a child together. Whatever. Bob doesn’t care, really. He just wants to fuck his beautiful granddaughter in all her holes until he dies – happily.

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Protagonist Masterpost

Here's the list of my playthroughs for reference if anyone's curious who tf I'm talking about in my pieces!

Wardens

Aridhel Mahariel - bow rogue, romanced Zevran, straightforward dalish who neither understands nor cares about shemlen (or durgenlen) politics, blood magic is probably fine as long as you use it responsibly, anxious and blunt, "let's focus on stopping the world-ending plague of darkspawn first, and worry about the rest of this bullshit later, hm?"

Saffron Cousland - sword and shield warrior, romanced Alistair, noble in every sense of the word but cheerful and friendly, Queen of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine (and Highever), killed Rendon Howe with her father's sword, fixated on duty, "because it's the right thing to do."

Theodore Amell - arcane warrior mage, romanced Morrigan, bastardization arc powered by Morrigan whispering bad ideas in his ear, loves his terrible witch girlfriend, blood magic is fine and the chantry is oppressive, ambitious, "I am no longer baby, now I want power."

Renan Tabris - dagger rogue, romanced Leliana, disaster bi, still grieving for her almost husband but would rather die than admit it, exactly zero patience for anyone's bullshit, raised Andrastian (derogatory), canonically kind of a bitch, loves her stupid new baby brother, harden everyone, distrustful, "like dogs, Shianni"

Valda Aeducan - two handed warrior, romanced Leliana, honorable and serious, trusts no one, girl raised in harsh political nonsense learns to trust her found family and forgive her bio family while unlearning bad lessons simulator, sneaky/quiet sense of humor, intense loyalty to her people, values tradition but values compassion more, genuinely regrets what happened with Trian, "For the honor of my house, though I have none myself any longer."

Hawkes

Iris Hawke - knife rogue, romanced Anders, diplomatic as a means to an end, loves mages so much, circle mage Bethany, will do anything to protect what's left of her family, noble impulses but awful sense of humor, fanatic, "why don't we try asking the Arishok nicely?"

Ian Hawke - elemental mage, romanced Fenris, sarcastic, sided with the templars because magic is an essential part of him but it's brought nothing but grief to him and his family, templar Carver, quip for every situation, never loses his positive outlook for long, self-loathing, "dad did WHAT for the Wardens? Why am I not surprised."

Kiera Hawke - two-handed warrior, romanced Isabella, sarcastic/aggressive, sad bastard warrior Hawke, everyone who gets close to her dies, Bethany dies, good attitude broken by the wear and tear of life, loves her buddies who are also terrible, angry and broken, "you tell me where Bartrand is, I'll help you wring his fucking neck"

Alice Hawke - knife rogue, romanced Merrill, circle mage Bethany, p much pure diplomatic bc she's genuinely that nice, mom friend central, no one is irredeemable, far too trusting, kind of a busybody, "clean your blades, watch your purse strings, don't be a dick."

Delilah Hawke - big damage mage, in love with Varric so no romance because Bioware are cowards, pure sarcasm, sends Carver to the wardens, adores her stupid chaotic bisexual family, beat down by this world but stubbornly clinging to joy, flat refuses to talk about her problems, uses her staff as a polearm, "Where would I be without my trusty dwarf?"

Inquisitors

Miriani Lavellan - assassin bow rogue, romanced Solas, confused hardass Dalish doing her very best to navigate suddenly being in charge of all of this stuff, cares so much about everyone all the time, terrified but resigned to her responsibilities, self-sacrificing, sense of humor buried under all that sincerity. "I am the Inquisitor, through no virtue of my own. Vir suledin nadas."

Asher Adaar - two-handed warrior, romanced nobody, blunt and direct Tal-Vashoth mercenary who gets persuaded that maybe she actually is the herald of andraste, but honestly just wants to handle the things with as little religious and/or political nonsense as possible, blunt and violent, "We save Thedas TWICE, my hand wants to kill me, we save the exalted council specifically, and this is what we get??"

Stephan Trevelyan - rift mage, romanced Cassandra, a good sweet Andrastian boy, true prophet who has a meltdown when he finds out about Solas, best friends with Dorian, keeps the inquisition and wants to really save the world, stubborn AF, "Faith is a choice. The Maker set these events in motion so long ago we can no longer see His hand in them."

Samahl Lavellan - tempest knife rogue, romanced Dorian, cheerful, sarcastic, and overwhelmed, insanely competent but good at hiding it, terrible little bastard, hates responsibilities, laughs in the face of danger (and Cassandra), keeps insisting he's not the Herald, kinda lazy, "I guess I'm learning now, aren't I, Mother?"

Riska Cadash - artificer knife rogue, romanced Sera, direct and sometimes brutal but ultimately caring, the WORST sense of humor, criminal upbringing noble fashion sense, besties with Dagna, vaguely andrastian and very confused, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Continuities

Aridhel, Ian, Miriani - Protector, Victim, Survivor

Saffron, Iris, Asher - Shield, Dagger, Sword

Theodore, Kiera, Stephan - Ambition, Sorrow, Faith

Renan, Alice, Samahl - Vengeance, Kindness, Laughter

Valda, Delilah, Riska - Exile, Prodigal, Pauper

Miscellaneous Inquisitors

Isene Lavellan - fire mage, romances Iron Bull, primarily jokes and asks questions, basically a horrible mix of Miriani and Samahl. Sweet and a bit of a brat but ultimately up to the challenge. A disaster at the winter palace. Her general response to her workload getting heavier is to adjust the straps that hold the world on her back and carry on with a smile. "Oh I would've made a shit Keeper, I like starting fights, lighting fires, and knowing stuff I'm not supposed to know way to much."

Harea Lavellan - knight enchanter and ice mage, romances Cullen, open minded and sweet, a bit naive but genuinely wants to make the world better, distressed by the mark and the everything but willing to bear it to keep others from suffering. Self sacrifice is a big theme here.

Rogelan Lavellan - sword and shield warrior, romances Josephine, kind of a hard-ass but willing to be romantic, would rather talk than fight but won't give up his ideals, careful and deliberate in everything he does but bold when he's made a decision. Understands shem bullshit better than most.

Helga Cadash - big hammer warrior, romances Blackwall, personality tbd

#dragon age #dai #da2 #dao #masterlist #reference materials #honestly this is for me as much as for any potential readers #might get updated because I have no self control #there will always be more playthroughs lmao

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unboxing sexual trauma part 2–

So I haven’t spoken abt the indirect sexual abuse like, having old men leer at me, being cat called every time I walked to school when I was 8 years old. it was constant, I started to wear boys clothes and didn’t want to be a girl anymore even though I loved pink and cute things and I loved being girly.

The actual direct abuse, alright.

So I had that first bad relationship that ended my freshman year, dated an 18 year old next when I was 15. He was some nerdy music theater guy, stubborn, and prone to insulting — think stereotypical Boston family, like he moved to my city later on in life. We’d play videogames together, but honestly without choir and theater we had virtually nothing in common. But I liked feeling like someone loved me, and he was mean to everyone but me which made me feel special. He also was short, unintimidating, and funny. He wasn’t attractive to me, but I figured I wanted a nice guy who cares about looks didn’t Marge Simpson love Homer? yeah. The damage psychologically was already done. Things ended bc we had no chemistry and I still held out for 3 months of dating, he also saw my severe self harm scars and cried. We broke up shortly after I told him I had some trauma around sex and wanted to take things slow. He told me his last girlfriend cheated on him too. We probably were better off friends anyways, when we kissed it felt like I was kissing a family member on the cheek. Like zero sparks.

I don’t know why I included that ^^^ but im sharing a lifetime of my bullshit right now so bear with me

The next guy I dated was pretty quickly, he’d been an outlier on my big friend group since middle school. I was such a sucker for shojo like anime tropes. He had pined after me for years, given me gifts and always praised me. I thought he looked like a troll. He ended up working out and clearing his acne a little, he grew a little taller (still only like 5’6 but im 5’1) he started dressing a little nicer and being less whiny. He liked anime, I liked anime, he said he liked gaming (but usually I was the one hijacking his Skyrim account and gaming all night bc he didn’t actually game), we both did choir and he conveniently was always around to help. Finally my junior year I was 16, this was the age id always told myself I wanted to lose my v card. I didn’t want to wait too long bc then it would be an even bigger deal, my friends were losing theirs, I didn’t want to be like the weird one. I also started smoking weed and drinking a little bit, starting to go to parties and join social circles more legitimately. I also was more attractive, most everyone forgot the “shitty lay” and “she’s pregnant” rumors from freshman year. People weren’t so mean to me and the popular boys were starting to ask me out, I genuinely thought they were joking I was so defensive and id be a mean bitch. It felt good to be cruel to the people who were cruel to me. Lowkey it’s embarrassing but I gave tsundere vibes and I was proud of it, I felt cool for being one of the only kids smoking weed and id come to school late and stoned every day. One of the people who smoked me up for the first time was abusive ex 2, id originally planned to do all this stuff with a hotter friend but he went to a different school and we couldn’t coordinate. Ugly abusive ex 2 was my chemistry tutor so i had a handful of late FaceTimes and study halls with him. Then abusive ex 2 started to take me on dates, smoke me out, he spent like $50-100 every week taking me out and doing things with me, it was textbook lovebombing but to me I just thought he was trying to impress me after wanting me for so long.

Smugly, I brought up that id wanted to try sex with a friend just to get it out of the way. He was a virgin, I liked that, and he had an objectively bigger dick than I would’ve expected. Still never got much experience to know where it fell on a scale but yeah. I wanted no strings attached. I was the first to give a blowjob, it was kinda weird but not terrible. He came in like 30 seconds. But when it was his turn to go down on me bc he obviously wanted more, he made a stank face when he saw my pussy (an outie) and commented that I didn’t shave (just trimmed) before I could react he jams a finger in roughly, and tries to finger blast me like they do in porn while grossly licking everywhere but the clit. He didn’t like to eat pussy and told me every time after if I asked… I bled and it lasted maybe 3 or 5 minutes before he asked if I came. I said “I don’t know” and shakily got dressed. He reassured me we would learn to have better sex, I felt gross and regretted my choice. But then he doubled down on the gifts, on letting me crash at his house (my home life was chaotic to say the least), always getting me takeout or Starbucks or whatever I asked for every day, he gave me a big chunk of weed in a heart shaped jar and never told me no. My friends started to comment and how romantic it was and how I should give him a chance, he’s a nice guy. We had mid tier oral sex and smoked weed every day after school, I told him I didn’t want to have penetrative sex for a while and he was actually ok with it. When I was drunk on prom night we ended up having penetrative sex, it hurt and sucked and lasted about 1 minute. I felt dirty and weird after. I drunkenly took my makeup off and wondered if everyone enjoyed sex bc I didn’t think I did. I can’t tell you when it turned volatile exactly but he was porn brained, once we started having sex sex he told me about his kinks and we would try them, unsafely with no safe word, no foreplay, no after cuddles. I felt like a sex toy, and by this point id moved in full time because my parents didn’t want me at home. I don’t think I had a real orgasm the entire time, maybe a few times when I didn’t look at his face and fantasized about other men/women. Then he started to like slap me without warning in sex, or choke me incorrectly while my face turned purple. It was like violent things were the only things he could get off too. I felt like I was complacent but curious, I’d explore being “kinky”, is this what that was? We had such frequent aggressive sex, i had such low esteem just to feel desired made me tolerate a lot more than I should’ve. He started calling me a bitch and then the disrespect trickled into our real life as soon as I moved in. He knew I was more or less powerless and I didn’t have the esteem to leave. He would nit pick everything about me, and on top of that he was gross! I would tell him to stop being such a pig and a slob but he just told everyone I was a nag. Him and his alcoholic mom would gang up on me when he and I argued. I remember wanting to leave and every time I did the love bombing would continue, I wanted to be loved so badly… he would have sex with me when I was too fucked up to say yes, he would get off to me crying or gagging or choking, he liked to hit me. He liked anal sex. He liked calling me a bitch and being extremely rough. This was like… my only sex experiences so far. Then the rumors are that im kinky, im daddy issues, im slutty … it didn’t feel good and i felt trapped. I thought i had no other place to turn.

While a lot of those things could be considered sexual coercion rape (like anytime he was horny he expected sex and would threaten to kick me out if I didn’t) the times he actually raped me were terrible.

One time when we had argued at his house and i broke up with him he overpowered me in a physical fight ripped my clothes off and started fucking me, I went numb. Dissociated so hard I stayed the night just staring at the wall. He locked me in his room and wouldn’t let me leave many times, he told everyone I was crazy and left me with very few friends

He asked for anal and I said ok let’s try, he wasn’t gentle and he didn’t stop when I said no or slow down. He just kept fucking me roughly, it was like he got off to me hurting, similarly the first time we did anal the same thing happened except he used tingling lube that made it burn all the worse. My asshole tore and bled every time.

Made me blow him for 40+ minutes until my knees bled from the rough floor

He was having sex with me and I wanted to stop, he choked me until I was losing consciousness and slapped me until my ears were ringing not even hitting my face but the side of my ear. He said it was hot when I cried.

I had taken xanax and fallen asleep in bed, I had taken very strong triple pressed Xanax and it might have been the first time I did it. Although I’ve done xans since and even after a year long break wasn’t this fucked up. Idk if it was laced but anyways. I was out and couldn’t wake up. He started fucking me while I was drugged, I said no no no and tried to push him weakly. It felt like knives in my vagina, I was wet with blood bc I was dry when he started jamming it in. I kept blacking in and out I said no stop no. He came in me. I woke up in a puddle of cum and blood. My shirt was torn my panties missing. I couldn’t believe if it was real I felt like throwing up, dry heaved and nothing came out bc I didn’t eat for days. It hurt to pee, I had to strain. I still have to focus to pee now. Blood was on the tissue paper after. I immediately took a Xanax I couldn’t handle processing what happened, I didn’t have another place to stay for the next 2 weeks. I didn’t want to ask for help. I don’t remember much of that week I was doing so many drugs to numb the pain, he fucked me other times but I didn’t feel it or react. I wasn’t in my own body. I wasn’t even me anymore I was so damaged by the experience. Paralyzed. I ended up dumping him at a coffee shop during winter break, he violently raped me maybe two weeks prior. I’d spent time with my friends and out of state family mentally preparing to dump him. He said it was cool bc he wanted to fuck other girls anyways. I felt dirty and used up. I’d just let this ugly troll man abuse me for years, we were together for 2 years.

A week later I dropped out of school, partied every night, moved into a trap house, started dating my current bf I’ve been with for 6 years now.

#diary

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