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#i didnt mean to be away for so long just had a lot going on atm
chisatowo · 1 year
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Gm I forgot to take my melatonin supplements last night and as a consequence I now have deep backstory hcs for deep cut. And by that I mean for Shiver, Frye and Big man had pretty normal lives fkgndjd
#rat rambles#splat posting#I rly rly dont like ex octarian soldier shiver hcs but I think it could be interesting for them to still be from octo valley#without going too deep into my worldbuilding hcs I imagine that their family sort of split up turing the great turf war#so some of them were pushed into the underground like the rest of the octarians while some found shelter with the other two hero families#I just cant imagine that literally all octarians were forced underground to begin with and I feel like its especially possible for such a#culterally relevant family to be able to find some allies willing to help them wait out the worst of things#I also just feel like its implied that octarians have like been around in greater inkling society before octo expansion#and I dont just mean ppl like marina I mean octarians that have potentially always lived outside the underground#like that diss pair octoling I feel like at most his parents would have had to left before he could remember#I just feel like it would make logical sense for octolings and tbh octarians as a whole to not have literally all been shoved underground#anyways back to shiver long story short they were put under a lot of pressure to be the most flawless at not only shark taming and stuff#but also as a political figure since I imagine the half that went underground probably have to serve a pretty strong political role#but I also imagine the two halves have some contact but its become more strained over the years as the two picked up different ideals#but yeah after shiver learned of the other half and started to also crack under the pressure they were like yknow what fuck this#so at around 13 he snuck out along with master mega which was a troublesome ordiel but didnt draw enough attention to go too badly#and they showed up to the town the rest of their family lived in and they were like holy cow kid ur so good with that shark already woa#and they accepted them without much difficulty leaving shiver to relax and by relax I mean imedietely explode from the change in emviorment#and then abt a year later big man and frye came to crash on their couch leaving to them initially being the grumpy old man of the trio but#eventually the other two help them realise that being stupid is fun so they throw away their braincells#well more like big man has a whole character arc abt independance and such and then helps shiver learn to loosen up s biy#while frye is sitting in a corner being a nerd and trying to learn shiver's dialect of octarian since theyve only ever heard the outer#version from this half of shiver's family#and shiver is having to learn like 50 different laguages gjfbdjf#but yeah I hc that frye has a big interest in linguistics which is why even though frye and big man used to only interact for like a week#each year frye still went out of her way to becomr fluent in understanding big man's language#but like on a deeper level too since I imagine most in the greatwe world at large probably have to learn at least 2 or 3 laguages in their#lifetime thanks to the wide variety of animals theyre having to commune with on a day to day basis#god I am getting off track as shit why do I have to base so much of my hcs on even more worldbuilding hcs fhdjdhj#aaand now Im out of tags shit just know they all have character arcs and shit then move to splatsvile ok by
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solarsaurus-rex · 2 years
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no bcoz that breakup was well into me realising that i dont need anyone like that when i have a fun yet exhausting job with friendly coworkers + 1 really hot one and i enjoy life on my own.
#shg#i have all the human connection i need like i didnt need them i was just keeping up appearances#for the sake of trying to maintain the new order i had just gained#but i already realised a long time ago that that order wasn't working in my favour or interest either#and i'd already been well-practised in the art of walking away 😌#i dont miss bitches i love to let go.#i wasnt interested in keeping this person around after that nor any of their stupid friends i just thought i was supposed to#to look normal. to achieve some sort of 'normalcy'#since you came around i fought to regain a new standard of living but i couldnt stop sasto so im giving up on ever living a civilised life.#words that i live laugh love by. ajin chapter 43 my best friend ajin chapter 43#a lot of it i think was also. okay lets talk about the internalised FEMALE gaze#the expectation to appeal to OTHER girls. when those girls are living under the expectation to appeal to men. lets talk about it.#a lot of it i think was also an attempt to seem normal and kind and cute and demure and agreeable and motherly and nurturing to OTHER GIRLS#the 1 girl in this situation who had introduced me to these fuckers to begin with#and its not her fault i waltzed in anyway/ i mean i was looking for some form of human connection#whats that post thats like. cis women uphold gender roles like its life or death. yeah. no bcoz yeah.#im not gonna sit here and act like gender roles had nothing to do with the situation or that they werent desperately being upheld#by a single thread over my head to try and get me to comply. all i did was speak my mind with pure intentions. like you asked right?#get over yourself.#and its still so embarrassing for her because shes got her own ex who she says shes still friends with and they have monthly or so sex#because if the sex is good it must be fine right? but she still leaves crying every time#like she always did#im embarrassed for her im embarrassed BY her.#stop crying 🎵 youre an adult 🎵🎶#and you know what#its the same for matthew and eden. you guys are so childish get over each other get over yourselves and get over IT#YOU ARE BOTH ADULTS SO STOP CRYINGGGGGGGG 🎶🎵🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵#my need of human connection is well fulfilled. i have everything i need because i make it for myself.
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azulpitlane · 3 months
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vicious I ln4
pairing: lando norris x reader, a little of charles leclerc x reader🫣 summary: lando's fans always attack you yet he does nothing to defend you, inspired by vicious by sabrina carpenter notes: if youre the anon that requested this sorry it took so long lol! but you were so sweet ty masterlist, part two
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yourusername lil getaway
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user wait is she dating lando??
user there's been rumors of them dating for months but neither of them have confirmed user hopefully not lol
user i had no idea she went on this trip
user yeah cause lando never posts her or even likes her posts lmfaoaofda
user am i the only one that finds her annoying...
user nooo everyone else does lol shes always leeching off lando
yourbff ur perfect babe liked by yourusername
user pls dont let this be a hard launch🧎‍♀️lando get UP
user of course she has to post lando🤣she needs him for the likes
maxfewtrell spent more time on the ground than actually skiing
yourusername SHHHH it was my first time
user why are all these comments about lando?? im only looking at her😍
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f1gossip Y/n Y/l/n spotted in Bali celebrating New Years at Martin Garrix's show, possibly with Lando Norris. The two have sparked dating rumors for a few months now but no confirmation has been made from either of them.
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user we might have to start accepting that theyre dating☹️
user I REFUSE
user wait im new to the fandom, whys everyone hating on y/n i love her music...
user shes always posting lando for attention and he clearly has no interest in her, he doesnt even like her posts user plus his ex >>>>>>> y/n
user she doesnt deserve him, he needs someone lowkey and y/n is such an attention whore
user not surprised shes there, always leeching on him
user right like girl give him space, he aint yours
user im a y/n defender idgaf. everyone in these comments are just jealous liked by yourbff
user yikes... user defending someone who needs a man to stay relevant lol ok
user i miss luisinha😭
user im convinced theyre still dating and shes using lando for pr
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y/n hey lan, i safely made it back to the hotel
lando 👍
y/n i still dont understand why you wanted me to leave early though, its not even midnight :(
lando y/n, we talked about this. there was lots of paparazzi there and if they saw us together on midnight they would think we're dating
y/n we ARE dating... why are you acting like we arent?
lando yk what i meant im just trying to protect you from the craziness that comes from dating me baby
y/n im already getting hate, hows hiding me any different?
lando lets just not do this tn. yk how much worse its gonna get it if we confirm anything listen i love you, isnt that enough?
y/n yeah, ily too
lando ill see you later tn❤️
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lando baby where are you? come on it was a drunk mistake, yk i only love you it was just martins friend, you know her
y/n oh the girl you told me not to worry about?
lando it didnt mean anything why are you acting like this?
y/n because you fucking cheated. im leaving and im moving out of the apartment
lando please dont, im sorry baby i love you
y/n you say you love me but you can never prove it you hid me away for a whole year, was it so you could hook up with other girls?
lando of course not wth but since there's clearly no trust in this relationship maybe we should end it i wish you the best y/n read
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yourusername new year same me, wasnt ever the problem
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yourbff YES WIFEY liked by yourusername
user she unfollowed lando omg.
user WAR IS OVERRRR
pietrapilao out of sight out of mind🧘‍♀️ liked by yourusername
user is this about lando omg...
luisinhaoliveira99 😍😍 liked by yourusername
user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? user WHEN DID THEY MEET??? user I NEED THE TEA RNNNNNN
charles_leclerc 🖤
user OH?
user what is going on in these comments omg??
user shes finally realized lando will never date a girl like her
user hahaha fr she finally deleted all her posts with him user probably gonna go for piastri now🤣
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yourusername took some time off music but dont worry, im back and ready to prove i dont need anybody to stay successful
vicious is out now💌
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user OH NOWWW LANDO LIKES HER POST
yourbff sooo back baby
user this has to be about lando...
user the lyrics are heartbreaking omg
user you all owe her a big apology for the way you treated her
charles_leclerc you look good in red this comment has been deleted
charles_leclerc love it! this comment has been deleted
charles_leclerc congrats on the new song!!
taylorswift 💌❤️
user yall better not start switching up!! if you were hating on her, stay away
user are we just going to ignore charles' deleted comments??
user bro was NERVOUS
user we dont know if this is about lando!! they were just friends
user you toxic lando fans need to stay away🙄 she was never seen with anyone else this past year so its clearly about him. hes not some saint you paint him out to be user exactly!! you guys are acting like you know him
user her shirt saying loyal🫣thats gotta be a diss
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landonorris pretty vicious life im living rn
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user the caption??? the hard launch??? oh thats not-
maxfewtrell bro. no.
user his own best friend doesnt approve of his behavior😬
user this winter break drama is something else
user lando i cant keep defending you. why would you caption it this.
user IS THAT NEW YEARS KISS GIRL ON THE THIRD SLIDE???
user yess i found her @ shes martin garrix's friend and she was at that party
user anyone else notice luisa unfollowed him??
user she chose her side HAAHAH user pretty ironic cause so many fans were comparing y/n to her and now theyre friends🤣
user whys everyone mad?? its his private life why do you guys care
user oh so now you guys are giving him privacy?? but when he was rumored to be with y/n you were hating...the hypocrisy
yourbff alexa play obsessed by mariah carey🥱
user OOP user the girls are fightingggg
user not even a y/n fan but this was a bit unnecessary...
user "you dont feel remorse, you dont feel the effects" 🫠
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f1gossip Despite hard launching their relationship just one week ago, Lando's new girlfriend has been spotted getting cozy with a different guy! The leaked pictures have already caused for her to go private on all social medias😬
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user karma is A GOD
user i know y/n is having a good day today
user omfg poor lando :(
user womp womp
user i bet he is regretting his decisions rn😭
user y/n nation won today, ln4 nation taking L after L
user we cant catch a break😩
user WHAT IS GOING ON WITH LANDO RN
user craziest winter break yet jeez
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charles_leclerc hey y/n! i know we havent spoken much but ive seen how lando treated you the few times you were at races and i apologize for never speaking on it i just wanted to tell you you're a great person and your music is so amazing if you ever need anything please just shoot me a text!
landonorris y/n you blocked my number? im sorry about everything baby can we please just talk?
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yourusername im soooo sorry for your loss😊
my new single feather is out now!! special thanks to @charles_leclerc for helping me out in the music video, had so much making it <3
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user this mv was so hot omg
user I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BUT I LOVE
user i know a certain someone is FUMING
luisinhaoliveira99 on repeat already!!
yourusername 💋💋 user im convinced luisa reached out after she saw all the comparisons with her and y/n and they became besties user wait that makes so much sense
user f1 twitter is going insane rn
user Y/N NATION KEEPS WINNING
pietra.pilao AHH youre so talented bby liked by yourusername
charles_leclerc had the best time on set with you❤️
yourusername ❤️ user i ship it........
user i want them both
user ofc now shes going for another driver🙄
user oh you guys are OBSESSED with her, get a job user y/n still has them mad LOL
user l**** would never agree to anything like this
user im literally never getting over this, ive watched it 5 times in a row already
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landonorris a toast to my real friends
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user if this is a charles sneak diss i will cry
user we got carlando content....but at what price
user oh he definitely got blocked by y/n😭
user dw we're on your side lando
user who is we?
user just take the L and move on bro
user the way 2 songs got everyone to switch up on lando HAHA
user not just that but his shady posts too
charles_leclerc posted a story
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user the girls are OFFICIALLY fighting oh gosh
user next season is going to be interesting...
user my roman empire
user IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH???
user what is happening.
user PARENTS
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medium-rare-bimbo · 8 months
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Mean! Perv! Billy Hargrove x innocent! Pastor daughter! Reader
♡masterlist♡
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MINORS DNI
Contains: Dub con, somnophilia near the end
༺*:゚・✧・:*:゚・♡ readmore ♡・゚:*:・✧・゚:*༻
♡ He would see you around town with your short dresses and the rosary hanging around your neck
♡ he thought you were so cute but you stayed away from him like the plague, your father told you all about billy hargrove how he was a womanizer, too consumed by lust, how he was no good.
♡ you had never actually spoken to billy, you had made eye contact a few times but you would quickly run off, that is until he was dragged to your father's church by his dad
♡ there he saw you standing near your mother at the front of the church, while your father gave a speech about something he didnt care about. He watched your doe eyes wonder around the church paying more attention to the stained glass windows
♡ he came up to you as everyone was talking, he stalked behind you noticing you were nervously playing with your fingers as if you didnt know what to do with your hands. You jumped when you felt his breathe on your neck
♡ shocked to see billy Hargrove of all people behind you, he cornered you against the wall trapping you from escaping.
"I- um cant talk right now m-my dad is probably wondering where I am I have to go-"
"Hold your horses princess, I just want to talk about our lord and saviour"
"You can talk to my dad he- um he knows a lot more than me"
♡ he somehow manages to keep you talking to him, enough to get you to ramble and prolong the conversation
"That is a lovely dress, it looks so beautiful you"
"Thanks my mom got it for me- actually she gets all my clothes, I'm not allowed to buy myself clothes without her permission- BUT I- i dont mind, I like what she picks out, makes me look nice a-and I dont like choosing things I'm very indecisive and I would probably be there all day so I'm actually happy she chooses my clothes because-"
♡ he simply stares at you while you talk not interrupting simply listening to you speak. He knows he makes you nervous, the way your eyes dart everywhere except his is laughable
♡ unfortunately the conversation is cut short by your father and his dad
"Billy hargrove, come to make a mockery out of my daughter?"
"No sir I've actually seen the light, your daughter was just telling me about you gorgeous church and how much of a loyal man you are to god. Honestly sir I have so much respect for you"
"I- well thank you- I've been doveted to our lord for as long as I remember it's nice for someone to finally acknowledge my efforts. I'm happy to help you find your way to god and banish those demons for good, your father and I were just talking about hanging out at my house perhaps you can come along, I'm sure Y/N is happy to help you with your journey"
"That would be lovely sir"
♡ who knew it sould be so easy to get access to you when he fuel your father's ego?
♡ the next week billy happily went over to your house, you were sat at the dining room table with a bible infront of you as well as some other books and sheets once again refusing to make eye contact with him as your father lead him to you.
♡ you meekly asked him a few questions about how much he knew and where he would like to start off on
"Wherever you would like doll"
♡ billy didnt pay attention to anything you were saying this time, too busy looking at the photos around your house and the decor. He only looked back at you when stumbled over your words and looked like you were on the verge of tears
"What's wrong sweetheart? You okay?"
"I- um I just dont think I'm the person you should be doing this with- i- I dont know why my dad put you up to this- I've never done this before I dont know what I'm doing"
♡ he smiled as tears rolled down your cheeks, your lips forming a pout which sent a shock down to his forming hard on. He placed his hand on your thigh causing you jolt
"That's okay, you're doing so good for me already. I already feel like a worthy man"
♡ you placed your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers as he massaged circles into your soft skin.
♡ he slid his hands further between your thighs, now feeling up your flesh and slowly making his way to the flower in between your legs
"Y-you cant do that you shouldnt be touching there- I- were not married- I'm going to go to hell if you do that-"
♡ you made no actual attempt at removing his hand, simply holding his wrist as he stared at you smirking, he glanced around to see if anyone was near.
"You're not going to hell it's not like we're doing anything against the lords rules, I'm just touching you. It cant be bad if it feels good, can it?"
♡ he grazes his lips over yours letting you smell the cigarettes and mint gum on his breathe, soon removing himself from you and turning to the table as the adults walk in
"Everything going okay In here?"
"Absolutely sir, Y/N here was just telling me about easter"
♡ your meetings soon became a scheduled event and nothing else had happened since that first meeting
♡ that was until your father had left you alone with billy, a horrible mistake on his part
♡ when he first noticed the quietness in the house he was worried he got the wrong date that is until you meekly walked out of the shadows and lead him to your usual spot at the dining table
"Where's your parents?"
"Hes out with your dad I- i think they're fishing.."
"What about your mom?"
"Shes at her book club..."
♡ the giddiness in billy was comparable to a child on Christmas. over the weeks he had gained your trust, convincing you that he was serious about god
♡ so when he suggesting going to your room instead you agreed (although hesitantly)
♡ walking into your room he immediately noticed the cross hanging above your canopy bed which was pushed against the wall. The curtains around it almost highlighted your sleeping area.
♡ he quickly noticed how embarrassed you were, perhaps it was the stuffed toys, or the light colours, or the photos on the walls?
♡ you ushered him on the bed quickly preferring him to not stare at the immature state of your bedroom, although you would prefer posters of your favourite singers, pictures of your friends you were unable to at wishes of your father
♡ much like your first meeting billy let's you ramble, his eyes focused on your lips, he isnt sure what you're talking about especially when you bite your lip when reading out your notes
"Have you ever kissed someone before?"
♡ the question makes you choke on your breathe, whipping your head to face him. spluttering out a sentence
"What?! Why would you ask me that?! I- cant kiss anyone- I- I'll be in so much trouble- I'm not allowed to kiss anyone-"
"Would you like to?"
♡ that quickly shut you up as you looked up at him, he tilts his head at you and moves closer to you, his breath making goosebumps rise on your skin
♡ he kisses your unresponsive lips, too shocked at what is happening to kiss back (not that you knew how)
♡ when he pulled back you were staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He grabbed your stuff and set it on your vanity, his hand traveled to your side and pushed you on your back
♡ he towered over you, your breath hitching in your throat, his arms either side of your head. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, it took a while for you to relax and try to follow his movements but you eventually got the hang of it.
♡ just as the man himself things got rough quickly, his hand in your hair and his tongue entering your mouth. You melted against him wrapping your arms around Billys shoulders
♡ when you broke apart for air your lips were puffy and swollen, billy was looking no better his hair was disheveled and his eyes were half lidded.
♡ he kissed the side of you face travelling to your jaw then towards your neck, where you gripped his shirt as he licked a stripe over your neck.
♡His hands wondered down to your chest, pulling your sundress down to reveal your bra to him
"Wait! Wait wait I- billy i cant- we shouldnt be doing this we should stop"
"Sh sh shhh just take what I give you"
♡ his hands continued their exploring, flipping your bra to reveal your soft nipples, leaning down his breath soon hardened them making you whimper
♡ he kissed your right nipple while rolling the left in his hand, the hand unattended drifted down your thighs and under your dress
"Billy stop- we cant do this i- I- I'm gonna get into s'much trouble"
"It cant be wrong if it feels good baby"
♡ he continues kissing and fondling your breasts, his hand slipping to your underwear pressing a thumb against your clothed clit making you jolt your hips with a loud whine.
♡ he chuckled against your chest moving his face to meet yours
"That feel good? Want me to do it again?"
"I dont know- I dont know! Feels weird.."
♡ he kissed your mouth and let's his other hand wander to your thighs. he pulls back to get a full view of you, your thighs spread, your lips puffy, your tits out. A sight that would make the devil groan, which is what he did.
♡ he plays with your thighs and your clothed cunt, soon sliding the piece of fabric to the side to get a better view of your forbidden fruit. He watches as your fluids leak from you, clamping around nothing and clit twitching from the harsh temperature of the room
♡ he places his thumb over your clit watching you jerk against him, clearly not used to stimulation, he circles around it then leans down pressing a kiss against it (maybe a quick suck too)
♡ the action makes you cry
"Billy 'is dirty"
♡ he slides with finger in you, the heat and tightness of your body almost making him cum in his pants. You're mewling underneath him and he gives you feelings you've never experienced
♡ his fingers work you open aiming to make sure you're able to fit his cock. When he pulls pants down to his thighs and grips his cock, your eyes are wide and full of second thoughts. Being the gentlemen he is he grabs your hand and makes you feel it
"S'hot, 'n it feels weird"
"Supposed to be hot gonna make you all warm"
"S'not gonna fit, your fingers felt too much, cant take this.."
"Cant take my cock?"
"Dont say that! That's dirty!"
♡ he drags his cock head over your clit, the heat of it shutting you up.
"I'll make it fit baby"
♡ he pulls your thighs apart and wraps his arm around your head, his body encapsulates yours as he pressed his cock inside of you. The stretch hurts and leaves you grabbing as much as billy as you can, he whispers praises to the side of your neck as he desperately tries to hold back.
♡ after an intense 5 minutes of him rubbing your clit and getting you to relax he starts thrusting, soft and slow but soon picking up as you unconsciously buck you hips into his. Your bed shook and you cried into his neck as he defiled you for any other man
"That feel good?"
"Ah- Feels big! 'Feel so full ngh- too full!"
"Yeah? Ya think your god would like this?"
"Gon' be In so much trouble billy"
"Ngh fuck- I'll be your god baby, I'll never get mad at you- fucking take it for me- you'll be my most devoted follower, c'mon say I'm your god, say it, say it for me baby 'n I'll make you feel so good c'mon say it"
"My god- y- your my god"
"Good girl, fuck-"
♡ as you reached orgasm you tried to push him off telling him that you were gonna pee, luckily for him you werent strong especially when you were getting your beliefs banged out.
♡ you came with a wail wrapping your legs around his waist, trapping him inside you, his hips stuttering as he came inside you.
♡ thus a sneaky beautiful relationship began
♡ hed take you for dates at his favourite cafe ordering milkshakes then stealing the cherry placed on top of yours then making jokes about once again "stealing your cherry"
♡ he steals your underwear especially when hes been teasing you all day, he likes the juices you leave behind, likes sucking on them, cumming on them, keeping them for himself and returning them soiled
♡ let's you come to the pool after hours just so he can fuck you in the water
♡ definitely buys you thin white bikinis just so he can see what's underneath when they get wet
♡ has grabbed a lollipop from your lips and pretended to fuck your mouth with it, you're none the wiser and assume he wants you to get the most flavour out it
♡ touches you in church and whispers how gross you are
"You're disgusting, really letting me touch you in the house of god?"
♡ flips up your skirt all the time, he blames the wind even if theres no breeze.
♡ he had dinner with your parents and had his fingers knuckle deep inside you the entire time, liking your juices if his fingers when dessert came out
♡ comes in through you window just so he can see you without prying eyes, he either wakes you up like a normal person or he wake you up by eating you out/ fingering you
♡ has had phone sex with you multiple times, he treats it like a confession booth and hes mostly degrading you the entire time
"You're fucking disgusting thinking about my cock, you're supposed to be a child of god" - says the man with your panties wrapped around his cock
♡ has gotten you drunk before and made you grind on his foot while you suck along his cock
♡ chokes you with your rosary when hes fucking you from behind, pulls on it like a leash
♡ taught you how to masturbate by sitting you infront of a mirror and touching you, you never fully learnt because billy has no self control
♡ bites you in places that arent visible to your parents, says you've been bitten by the devil
♡ spits in your mouth all the time
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mochi-owos · 1 year
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Genshin men with a hot ass reader?!
Scaramouche, Kazuha, Childe, Al-Haitham, Cyno x Reader
I’m so sorry for the wait, and this isn’t as long, but regardless I hope you enjoy<33 @alizaneth (I can’t find your other @ 😨)
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Scaramouche
He never thought he would be defiled by the shackles of beauty and romanticism but fuck, you were really hot, so fucking hot. He really wanted to look away but he just-- he just couldn't! Everything about you was so alluring, everything you did made him want to watch more. And just calling you hot would be an utterly impudent way to describe someone like you.
"Need something?" You smiled, he almost melted on the spot. Your smile was so pretty.
"Huh? No. I didn't need anything." Youd be a liar if you said you didnt notice his little blush.
You tilt your head, a hand moving to your hip, "Is that so? You were staring." You tried to bite back a laugh from the way he shriveled.
"You're pretty.." he mumbled.
"What was that?" You couldn't help but tease, he's too cute!
He walked closer to you, snaking an arm your waist, taking another hand and holding yours, then snuggling his head into your neck, "I said, you're really pretty, I like everything about you. I like your eyes and the way they sparkle, I like your cute hands, and I like your smile, I want to have them forever."
"Someone sentimental.”
“Shut up.”
Kazuha
To my dearest,
I'm sorry for my prolonged absence, I truly do wish to bask in your presence once more. But this journey is long, and taking lots longer than anticipated, I too-- had hoped to be in your arms by now. I miss your sweet scent, your loving embrace, your warm touch, the glisten in your star struck eyes. I wish for every second I have to be with you, if you long for more stars in the sky and I will shoot them for you, I would stare into your eyes everyday in hopes I go blind so you may be the last thing I see, I wish to breath nothing but you-- for you are my air. I hope to be home soon, please wait a little longer my love.
Forever missing you, your beloved husband
Childe
See, this was his first time, seeing someone so pretty-- I mean, he's most definitely very attractive people in his life, but by the gods, you were quite literally too hot to handle. After every encounter he was close to fainting, once, he got a nosebleed after you had snuck up on him! Your harmonic voice ringing in his ears.. oh gods, he was simping. But a poor soul he was, he had zero rizz.
"Hello there pretty thing." He smirked, attempting to lean against a wall, little did he know he was just a tad too far away which resulted in him almost falling, stumbling he manages to lean against the wall wiggling his eyebrows.
You laughed, shit, your laugh was really cute, "Hello, Childe. What brings around here?"
"I just wanted too see the PretTiest person eVer." His voice cracking in-between, fuck, has he always been this nervous around you?
You only laughed, walking forward, "Come, let's go for a stroll."
Thank god you had a thing for losers.
Al-Haitham
Al-Haitham is not one easily swayed by second class, biased, standards of beauty, except you, fucking hell, you defied all known logic of beauty and standards, you were the essence of ethereality, built by the most generous of god's, handpicked to be their hidden most precious gem.
The way the golden sun hit your skin the exact same one you always seemed to be glowing in, the way your voice was basically etched into his brain, the way it felt as though he constantly wanted to be in your embrace, always wanting you-- wanting to be nothing but yours.
So when the faithful day he finally had a chance to converse with you he knew he couldn't fail.
"Hello, you are.. er.. looking nice today." He was awkward about it, and so was his "smile"-- to be honest, you couldn't even consider it that, it's was more like his face was contoreted by a child, you weren't sure whether to run away and cry or ask him if his face is ok, never once had you seen the man smile.
"Oh! Uh.. Thank you, Grand Sage (?)." You looked down, picking at your hands.
Damnit, why did you react like that? He complimented you, just like the book told him to do (The book: how to rizz them up), was that you being embarrassed? No way, it didn't look like it, was his smile weird? You looked back at him up it took a few moments for you to actually say something.
Swallowing your saliva you spoke, "Uhm.. Mr Grand Sage, why are you staring at me like that..? It's a bit scary, Sir.." It was so hard to say that, that was your boss for goodness sake, he could fire you for anything if you did anything wrong, though, he doesn't seem like the type.
"Oh."
.
.
.
You think you’re about to faint, "Oh"?!
"I see, my apologies. I was trying to smile. I truly don't doubt my sincerity, you truly do look so uhm.. attractive (?)." He clears his throat, "I'm sorry, I'm not that best with this romantic predicaments. I would like you to dinner, would you like that?"
Cyno
Cyno has always found it easy to tell people "no", it was never a hard word for him. On a constant basis would be be using the word. But why, why is it though he simply cannot bring himself to say it to you?
Perhaps it was the thought he couldn't stand the thought of you being upset with him, your tears, or even perhaps your indifference.
This time, you need help with some commissions, but it was finally his off, he wanted to play TGC, could you blame him for his reluctance?
Your eyes soften, "Please Cyno? I can't do it without you."
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, fuck it all, shit. He froze, I think his pulse stopped, tighnari running up to him and playfully checking his pulse, "Uh-oh, we're loosing him!" He teased hitting cyno's shoulder.
How could he resist you? Fuck it all, "I- uh.." he signed, "fine."
"Ohh! Thank you, Cyno! You're the best! I'll pay you back promise!"
He only wanted you.
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》 EYES DON’T LIE — rafe cameron x reader
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word count — 6.5k 😫 SORRY they keep getting longer and longer LMAO idk what to do
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of violence/guns/murder, blood, smut/oral sex (m receiving), swearing, degradation/humiliation (kinda), exhibitionism (again kinda), restraints (cuffs), choking, hair pulling, slight dubcon, too many run-on sentences lol, bad smut writing lmao, proofread only once bc its long af so pls bare with me, lmk if i’m missing anything!!
summary — you’ve never given your boss’s son the time of day, always admiring him from afar. he’s always had a thing for you too, and his fantasies about you become a reality when he finds you walking home drunk one night from a halloween party on the Cut…
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Rafe’s knuckles were white, his grip on the steering wheel bone-crushing as he soared down the dark road.
His lips were parted, allowing for gasping breaths to cycle in and out. Breathing through his nose was no longer sufficient after the blow Pope landed to his face. The pogue had followed him to the marsh, attacked him, catching him off guard after he’d just buried a literal body.
He’d exhausted his strength, hauling the result of a drug deal gone bad out into the alligator-infested swamp.
He shook his head, groaning in frustration as he recalled rounding the side of the box truck, gun in hand, ready to finish off the pogue that dared to challenge him. When he raised the weapon though, Pope was nowhere to be found. He’d ran off, retreated like a true coward.
He was lucky, Rafe thought, lucky he got away before he became just another problemthat he took care of.
Part of him was glad the boy ran away. He wouldn’t have to conceal and lug another body out to the marsh.
Even with the excess of muscle and strength the oldest Cameron boasted, it would still take a lot out of even the strongest person to drag a dead body across such rugged terrain.
He also felt relief, knowing he didn’t have to worry whether another alligator would swarm at the perfect time to feed, ridding the lake of any evidence.
But, man… most of him wished Pope would’ve still been sprawled out on the ground, helpless and weak when Rafe returned.
He would’ve delivered a non-lethal shot first, maybe to the shoulder or the leg. Something that wouldn’t take him out completely, but bring him enough agony to elicit a fit of crying and begging for his life to be spared.
He would’ve loved to loom over the boy, revelling in the way his eyes grew more frantic, more watery as he stared up at the barrel of Rafe’s gun, the realization that no one was going to save him slowly sinking in. 
He would’ve felt a new sense of fulfillment when he gifted another shot to the boy below him, this time fatal, watching as the life slowly drained from his eyes.
He couldn’t be mad at Pope for ruining his jacket. The blood of his first victim had stained the material long before the Heyward boy had subjected it to a sea of mud and his own blood.
Now, Rafe was left with a horrible pounding in his head, aches all across the board. The gash on his head burned, as did every other cut he’d collected from the altercation. Rafe cursed under his breath each time his wounds sent a surge of stinging pain throughout his body.
He was so engulfed in his own thoughts that he didn’t realize he’d flown past his turn to head home until it was too late.
“Fuck!” He cursed under his breath.
Rafe didn’t want to go any deeper into the Cut than he already was. Simply breathing the same air as so many trashy pogues was enough to repulse the Figure 8 native. He hated crossing the line between the two territories.
The mistake had him slamming a palm down harshly on the steering wheel, the horn sounding loudly as the truck slowed down.
A silhouette caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, shuffling away from the side of the road. Rafe was already jumpy and impatient, eager to get off of the roads and back home. He had plenty to tend to already without adding more problems to the list.
It was North Carolina, and deer were known to run rampant in rural areas, so Rafe dismissed the commotion on the other side of the guard rail to be an animal.
He’d probably startled it when the horn sounded, sent it scurrying away from the road, eminent death or injury.
Smart of it to trust it’s instincts.
Because those things usually were eminent when Rafe was involved.
His foot eased off of the gas, shifting instead to the brake. He didn’t want the deer to run out in front of the truck. He’d already garnered a chore of cleaning for himself in the back, he didn’t want to deal with cleaning the front too.
And honestly, he didn’t want to deal with anymore blood. He already had a headache, and figured a dead animal would smell even worse than a dead human.
But when he focused his eyes the same direction he flashed his brights, he realized it wasn’t an animal that he’d scared.
It was a girl.
Immediately, his interest was peaked. His pain was forgotten as he all but slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt just a few feet ahead of the stranger.
His eyes darted to his side mirror, where he noticed she wasn’t getting any closer. His attention never left the mirror as he pulled the gear into reverse, backing up quickly until his window was even with where she stood.
He wasn’t in a good area. Anything outside of Figure 8 was considered a bad area for the kook, but this was a particularly sketchy part of the Cut. Rafe couldn’t help but wonder why a girl would be out wandering the dark streets by herself at this time of night. Let alone, a girl that looked as enticing as this one did.
Your eyes were wide, pupils blown when you whipped around towards the strange vehicle.
Rafe watched your throat bob as you swallowed hard, retreating slowly closer to the tree line and away from the road as his eyes flitted around wildly.
He felt his pants tightening as you took the cautious steps away from him. You’d almost tripped over your feet, and that’s when Rafe took note of the costume you were wearing.
You’d went to a Halloween party as a sexy cop, wearing only a skimpy bodysuit and accessories to complete the look. Tequila had a way of taking over your nights when you partied, and you couldn’t ignore the fact that you’d had too many shots to be considered sober.
You wished you’d gone with a more conservative look as the wind nipped at your skin, goosebumps raised across your body as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Then again, you hadn’t planned on walking home, though you didn’t see it as an issue.
On paper, it was a recipe for disaster. A drunk girl out alone on the Cut at night, but you’d spent your entire life here. You knew the roads like the back of your hand, and you knew the party you’d been at was really only a straight shot up the long, dark road. You figured things would be fine. You’d walked scarier paths in sketicher areas by yourself before.
But you didn’t account for your boss’ son to be out at the same time you were, traveling on your side of the island.
Rafe didn’t miss the way your arms folded together perfectly around your chest, offering him an enhanced view of your tits.
The fact that you were so intimidated by him, forced the boy to adjust in his seat.
“You alright?” He managed to drawl out.
You only nodded your head, clearly skiddish and nervous at the situation at hand.
“Need a ride?” He almost smiled as he posed the question, mind not registering how insane he had to seem asking a complete stranger to get in his car in the middle of the night.
His eyes trailed away from yours, raking down your body carefully.
He was still on a crazy adrenaline rush from the incident with Pope, not to mention everything before it. He was high, higher than usual since cocaine made it easier for him to do crazy things, like killing someone and disposing of their body.
Or trying to add a second body to the one you just got rid of.
And it could also make him bold enough to shamelessly flag down a random girl on the side of the road at night.
“N-no, no thanks.” The bitter chill in the air had your muscles tensed, forcing a stutter in your speech.
Rafe had to hold back the groan circling in the back of his throat. Your voice was so tiny, so shaky and riddled with nerves. And he hadn’t even done anything yet. Hadn’t even touched you.
Now, he wondered what you might sound like if he did.
He leaned down further towards the passenger seat, deciding to trail his eyes back up to your face.
He narrowed his gaze, and it only took him a few moments to realize who he’d managed to cross paths with.
He only wondered how he didn’t realize just from his view of your body.
After all, he’d studied it long enough to know.
“Hey! You-you’re my dad’s assistant,” he declared. Your eyes grew impossibly wider.
He watched you curse under your breath.
“Let me give you a ride,” You didn’t like the way he darted his tongue out to wet his lips at the end of the suggestion. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself anyway.” He added, tone laced with warning.
You thought hard, though you didn’t have long to ponder the decision before Rafe was putting the truck in park, swinging his door open.
You stumbled back farther into the grass as he rounded the front of the van, eyes following the view of his legs underneath.
It was when he appeared on the other side of the guard rail that you noticed the red stains that littered his clothing, his face. Strands of his hair curtaining his face had even been coated with the crimson shade, which you could only assume to be one thing.
Your brain tried to come up with other logical explainations, but you knew what he was covered in as soon as you saw it.
Rafe could tell you’d honed your attention in on something, and he dropped his head to follow your gaze.
He actually chuckled lowly, almost forgetting he was covered in blood in the first place. He almost forgot he’d been bashed in the nose, too.
“Oh, shit,” he started, hands running over the material. “I-this isn’t,” he exhaled loudly. “This isn’t what it looks like. I-I got into it with a pogue up the street.” He motioned behind him with his thumb, but you could only focus on the way he addressed your kind.
He picked up on your offense. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…” he took a step forward. “Just let me give you a ride home.”
You matched his advance on you with clumsy steps backward, feet tangling together and almost sending you flying to the ground if it wasn’t for Rafe’s quick grip on your arms.
He stopped your descent, large hands wrapped around your arms as he pulled you up and into him. You braced your hands on his chest, forcing him to pull his hips back slightly as to not alert you to the growing stiffness in his pants at the feel.
The close proximity allowed him to smell the alcohol on your breath, confirming what he assumed when he found you.
You were drunk.
And alone.
And he’d been the one to find you.
After the day he’d had, he was thankful to see his luck had finally turned around.
Because what great luck he had to have in order to be in the same place, at the same time as you? To be in the perfect setting to make his move, to act on the things he’d been dreaming about doing to you for so long.
It took everything in him not to act on them right then and there.
He’d always had an eye for you, entrigued by the short skirts and busty tops you wore, obviously trying to get his attention.
He’d thought about it long enough, fantasized endlessly about his dad’s employee since you started working for the family company.
In fact, one of his fantasies went a little something like this, too. Rafe almost laughed at the thought.
The costume you wore was just an added plus. A reward he would get for waiting soterribly long to have you, he guessed.
Your silence gave Rafe the opportunity to continue pleading his case.
“You’re cold,” he softly and slowly trailed his hands up and down your arms now.
“Just let me give you a ride, hmm?”
You stared at him, your inebriated brain scrambling to come up with words, and push them out of your mouth.
“I-I don’t know if that’s appropriate…” you mumbled.
Rafe laughed at your slurred protest. “Are you serious?”
He took another look at your outfit, at the lack of skin you’d left to the imagination.
“Do you see what you’re wearing right now?” He pulled a hand away from her arm to pluck at the collar of her bodysuit instead. “I think we’re past the point of what’s approproate, don’t you think?” 
His lips remained parted even after he finished his lewd thought. He grazed his fingers over your collarbone now, amused by the way more goosebumps raised from your skin, this time from his touch, rather than the wind.
You shuddered as the same fingers reached your face, brushing over the skin of your cheek tenderly.
“Come on,” Your stillness motivated him to continue. “I see the way you look at me when my dad’s not looking…”
His observation had your eyes widening again, though you still didn’t speak.
You didn’t think the glances you’d stolen of Rafe when you were working were noticable to anybody, especially him.
Co-workers and others in the office had made jokes about Ward’s son eyeing you, asking about you, teasing that he was so into you.
But you never paid them any mind, only laughing them off each time the boy was brought up. 
You couldn’t say you weren’t into him, that would be a lie. Though, into his looks might be a better way of putting it.
Rafe was attractive. He was tall, muscular, perfect hair, perfect skin and perfect teeth to match.
He was handsome, charming, but you’d never given him the time of day.
After all, you were his father’s assistant. You thought it to be quite unprofessional to fool with your boss’ son, especially when he paid you the kind of money most people didn’t make in a small town like Kildare.
And you had to admit, it was flattering to be the subject of any rumor involving Rafe Cameron. It was an ego boost you didn’t even know you needed.
You secretly liked the idea of the well known kook pining after you.
You innocently feigned the ‘it would be innapropriate’ card very well to others, but you’d secretly had obscene thoughts about the boy before, too.
Yours were harmless, though. Fantasies of Rafe taking you in his dad’s office, shoving everything off of the desk to bend you over it.
Or maybe staying after hours at night to help you sort through paperwork, before ditching the work to help you sort through an orgasm.
But Rafe’s fixiation with you went beyond an innocent daydream, because Rafe’s mind always had to take him to the darkest depths.
His fantasies included things like this, finding you helpless and alone at night and having his way with you right there.
Or running into you at a party on the beach, maybe slipping something into your drink and taking advantage of you that way.
Both of those things had merged tonight, leading Rafe to wonder if any of the interaction was even real.
The entire day felt so euphoric. He’d dissasociated for the majority of it, something he had to do in order to take care of the kind of business he’d handled that day.
This was real though.
He could tell, because the wind blowing elicited a wave of goosebumps on his skin, too.
He tugged on your arm, garnering your attention, encouraging you to follow him.
Rafe helped you over the guard rail, eyes immediately falling to your ass as you climbed over, watching the ripple of the flesh as you struggled to plant your feet on the other side.
He almost felt a pang of sympathy, felt bad for disrupting your night. 
…Then again, if he left you there to continue on your dark journey, who’s to say someone worse wouldn’t come along? Someone who didn’t have an appreciation for you, for your body, even despite the way you’ve been harsh and dismissive towards them.
So, he hoisted you into the car, making sure to buckle you up and offering you a warm set of pats on your inner thigh before finally closing you in.
He could hardly sit still as he ascended down the road, the absense of street lights leaving only the CarPlay monitor to light the space the two of you shared.
It was enough light to allow him to rake his eyes over the figure in his passenger seat.
You looked so small in the big truck, legs crossed and turned towards the window, hands folded neatly in your lap. You twiddled your thumbs at a fast pace, the same pace he used to bounce his leg.
That’s how he could tell you were nervous.
And he was too.
But more than that, Rafe was excited.
“So you’re not gonna deny it?” His question broke up the silence in the truck, startling you from the dazed state you’d started to doze off to.
“What?” You managed to voice.
“You’re not gonna deny giving me those looks at work?”
You turned your head towards him. 
Your face was flushed red from the alcohol, eyes watery from the wind you’d been walking in.
“What look?” You asked innocently.
Rafe chuckled, gaze shifting to you rather than the road. It stayed on you long enough to make you feel a bit uneasy, worried about his lack of attention to driving the car he was behind the wheel of.
“The same look you’re giving me right now.” His words were accompanied by a large hand resting on your inner thigh.
He gave it a squeeze, prompting you to press your legs closer together.
Maybe sober you would’ve had a different reaction.
But the alcohol only added to your arousal, something about the entire situation was turning you on.
Still, you couldn’t find words to fill the air in the car.
“C’mon,” he insisted. “You got in the car for a reason.”
You still remained silent, deciding an action could speak louder than any words could in the moment.
Rafe felt a sudden shift in the position of his hand, and his eyes jumped to your legs just as you started to part them, silently pressing him to prod his touch further.
You couldn’t see the inquizzative brow he raised, but you did feel the warmth of his palm sliding up your leg, fingers brushing over your clothed heat ever so slightly.
The sensation had you instantly rolling your hips back, creating more of the friction you suddenly craved.
Rafe licked his lips as you spread your legs farther, and he took the chance to cup your core completely.
You pulled a low grown from his mouth when you bucked your hips against his hand, and he couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic chuckle.
But his amusement was soon riddled with anger, as he thought back to every encounter the two of you had shared in the office.
You’d always gave him the cold shoulder, acting like you didn’t want him, like you would never even offer him the time of day. Forced him to jerk off to pictures of you, emptying his loads into tissues and socks when he could’ve been emptying them inside of you, given the way you also shared an attraction for him.
It started to register how much of a game you’d truly been playing this entire time.
And suddenly, his patience meter was flashing red.
Rafe drew his arm back into him as the other one manuevered the steering wheel to veer off of the road.
He ignored your startled gasp as the car came to a screeching halt, your quick grip on the dash the only thing that kept your face from flying forward into it.
Rafe sported an entirely new demeanor now as he pushed the driver door open, and your eyes followed him all the way around the truck, stopping right outside of your window.
Instinctively, you sunk back into the seat when he threw the passenger door open, wasting no time in ripping your seatbelt off.
Rafe gained a tight grip on your wrist, and you winced as he all but dragged you from the car.
“Rafe, what are you-!”
He nonverbally shushed you by tighting his hold on your wrist.
Breathing was momentarily forgotten when the kook stopped at the back of the truck, using one hand unlatch the lock and throw both doors open.
The first thing you registered was the overwhelming smell of iron.
Once your eyes adjusted to the dark, you started to take note of the red puddles of liquid coating the floor, similar to the ones staining his jacket.
Before you could protest, Rafe used your bewilderment to his advantage, shoving you into the truck.
Literally. The box truck set so high off of the ground, his shove did nothing but send you crashing into the cold metal bumper.
This time, he placed two hands around your hips, hoisting you up that way instead.
You had no chance to land your footing, immediately slipping and sliding on the bloodthat pooled the cargo area.
Your face contorted into a look of digust as you lifted your arms, examining the way your skin and costume were now covered in the thick, red fluid.
You were so hyperfocused on the sickeningly dry, sweet metallic scent that your eyes didn’t fall back on Rafe until you felt the bed of the truck shifting under a newly added weight.
Rafe let out a loud grunt as he climbed into the truck, not bothering to shut the doors. It was already dark anyway, and he didn’t mind putting on a show on the off chance that someone was crazy enough to be out on the roads at this hour, like you.
He held his chin higher as he towered over you, blue orbs glaring down his nose at the girl laying before him.
Something about the doe-eyed look you fixed him with, the way your body trembled at the sight and smell of so much blood…only made him more enthralled with the situation.
“Sorry for the mess…” He drawled out, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. In fact, he sounded entertained, almost.
You swallowed hard, eyes raking over the man before you.
Rafe didn’t miss your stare of admiration.
“You been waiting for this, huh?”
All you could do was nod your head, too riddled with a mixture of nerves and excitement to speak.
The kook hovered above you, feet planted on either side of your body as he pouted down at you. “I knew it…I know ‘fuck me’ eyes when I see them.” The words had you clenching around nothing.
He brought a hand to your face, cupping your jaw, giving your head a slight shake. He released his grip to trail his fingers over your lips, pulling down on your bottom one slightly.
You took the chance to make your own statement by parting your lips, hoping Rafe would take the hint and slide the finger inside.
And he did.
It was the first thing he’d thought to do when his eyes caught on to the gap between your lips.
Truthfully, he would’ve tried it whether you’d opened your mouth or not, but you invited him in, making things easier.
You savoured the saltiness of his skin on your tongue, the same way Rafe was savoring the sight of your plump lips wrapped around his digit, the feel of your tongue swirling around it causing his lips to part, too.
“Hmm,” His lips formed into somewhat of a smirk as he scoffed. “I knew you were a slut,” he slowly pulled the finger from your mouth with a pop. “That innocent shit doesn’t work on me, baby.”
Sober you would’ve defended yourself, strung up some lie about how you have no idea what he’s getting at, and no desire to fuck your boss’s son.
But you weren’t sober.
You were, however, far past the point of caring if your facade crumbled or not. 
Especially as the bulge growing in Rafe’s pants became more unmistakeable.
He noticed your intense gaze. “Not so shy now, are you?”
Rafe’s arousal strained against the fabric of his boxers, hand darting down to adjust the uncomfortable situation.
You’d settled onto your knees on the hard floor of the box truck, ignoring the way the cold metal dug into your skin.
“Glad you brought these…” Rafe twirled the cuffs from your costume around a single finger.
“They’re gonna come in handy.”
With that, he grabbed your forearms with one hand and used the other to lock the metal braclets tightly around your wrists.
Yourr hands were bound behind your back, rendering you virtually helpless against your boss’s son, who was finally starting to free his erection.
“Y’ever think about me before?” He rasped as he unbuttoned his pants. His voice was low, as were his eyes as he spoke, and his words slurred together almost like he was the drunk one.
Rafe was only intoxicated on lust, though.
…And coke, of course.
You tried to keep your eyes on his, but couldn’t help letting them fall lower, down to where he started to pump his own length.
Even with notably large hands, his dick still looked huge in his palm, and you found yourself licking your lips at the sight of the precum that was already spilling out of the tip.
You’d had a feeling he was big - most cocky, egotistical asshole males were, but the size still surprised you, worried you almost…
You’d only been with 1 guy before, and it had been a long time since you’d even had sex…
Your thoughts almost had you spacing the question Rafe had asked you.
You took your lip inbetween your teeth, gaze glued to his groin as you breathed, “Yes…”
Rafe immediately groaned out, jaw falling slack. He tilted his head menacingly as he confirmed, “Yeah? What do you think about?” His lips hardly moved as he spoke.
You could feel your cheeks flush red with embarassment. Was he really asking you to disclose the details of the scenes he starred in, in your head?
Rafe could tell his pondering made you tense. He decided to add some more affinity with his tone before he pried again, though his actions didn’t match the empathy he tried to portray.
Rafe wound a hand tightly in the hair at the nape of your neck, giving it a harsh tug and forcing you to tilt your head back. Naturally, your jaw fell slack.
“I said…” he paused as your breath hitched in your throat. “Tell me what you think about me doing to you, baby…”
You cleared your throat softly, finding your voice where his words trailed off.
“I…” You winced at the feel of his nails scratching against your scalp.
“I think about you…fucking me in your dad’s office…” You voice was so quiet and fragile, and Rafe loved the slight tremble behind it.
“Mmm…” He took a moment to close his eyes, visiting the scene in his mind. “At the office?” He taunted “Bet you’d like that, hmm? What a little whore…”
You pressed your legs tighter together at the name he called you.
“Bet you wanna suck my cock too, yeah?” Your gaze met the subject in question, now at your eye level as Rafe stepped closer to you.
He lined himself up with your face, and you knew what he expected you to do next, though he gave the instuction anyway.
“Open up.”
Rafe could’ve came right there at the sight of your lips parted for him, just waiting to suck him in and get him off in the back of his truck, but he withstood the urge as he slapped his dick against your cheek a few times, before sliding into the wet opening.
He shuddered at the feel of your tongue skimming over his sensitive skin, lingering around the head of his cock before he slid the rest of the way in.
Rafe let his head roll back, eyes falling shut as and mouth agape as you immediately started to bob your head up and down his length, slowly, then gradually faster, more eager.
After giving your throat time to adjust, you managed to part your lips wider, allowing Rafe the space he needed to pull his hips back and thrust into your mouth in a quicker, harsher manner.
Your nose collided with his pelvis each time, and you would’ve lost your balance forever ago if it wasn’t for Rafe’s strong hands on your shoulder, and in your hair.
You could hardly breathe through the brutal pace Rafe was subjecting you to, but you didn’t care about that as much as you cared about continuing to draw out moans and groans from his lips.
The fact that you could make someone so much more affluent than you so weak and at your mercy, brought you a newfound sense of confidence.
And yeah, you felt good.
So good.
Way better than Rafe ever envisioned, and he’d done an extensive amount of imagining when it came to his dad’s assistant.
The oldest Cameron was in heaven at the feel of your warm mouth swallowing his cock so beautifully, without issue. He hated when he had to scold girls for trying to slow down or pull off for air. It was always much easier, more enjoyable for him when they just let him take the reigns, do as he pleased with them and their bodies.
Much like you were right now, letting him fuck your face relentlessly, no mind paid to the lack of oxygen your brain was receiving, or the mess of saliva pooling down your chin and on your thighs, mixing in with the blood you were knelt in.
The entire scene was sinister, but Rafe took delight in the menacing situation, as did you.
Rafe felt a familiar sensation coiling in his stomach, his sign to pull out and move on to the next task at hand.
The sudden emptiness had you frowning, even as you gasped for air to make up for the oxygen you’d been depraved of at the hands of Rafe.
There were crates lining the walls of the box truck, and he grabbed one through his own labored breaths.
You weren’t sure what the idea was when he planted it on the floor in front of you, until Rafe roughly grabbed you by your hair, yanking you to your shaky feet.
He held you in front of him by your hair, his other hand cupping the side of your face as he praised your work.
“You did so good,” His eyes darted wildly across your face as he spoke softly, almost drooling at the sight of your hair and makeup dishevelled, lipstick smeared and mascara running from your teary eyes.
“Good girl.” He reaffirmed, though the way he roughly turned your body away from him had you second guessing your performance.
Rafe urged your body lower, effectively bending you over the wooden crate he’d turned into a makeshift surface.
You wouldn’t get to look at him this time. This first time, because Rafe would indefinitely make sure it wasn’t the last, would be for him. He waited for months, dealing with your constant teasing and looks that he was sure were flirty, he figured he earned the right to have his way with you. He’d make sure you had to wait for things to go your way, the same way you made him wait.
You bit down on your bottom lip, waiting with bated breath for Rafe to tend to the wetness that you were positive soaked your thong by now.
The cool air sent chills up your body as Rafe yanked on your bodysuit, fully exposing you to the elements. You heard the rip of the material as he struggled to pull the sleeves down past your cuffs, but you didn’t care. Not just because you never wore the same costume two years in a row anyway, but because all your brain could conjure at the moment were lewd thoughts about your boss’s son, and wanting to see and feel more of him. You couldn’t care less about the $70 outfit.
Rafe’s eyes almost popped out of the sockets at the sight of your dripping cunt below him. Right in front of him, right there where he could finally touch it.
He used one hand to pull your thong to the side, the other forced two thick fingers into your folds.
“Fuck…” he drawled out, “You’re soaked, so fucking tight…”
You let out a high-pitched moan at the feel of his rough fingers sliding inside of you, the first time you’d felt anything besides a vibrator down there in over a year.
A smile tugged at the corner of the kook’s lips as your legs instantly started shaking at just the two fingers he’d offered you. He couldn’t even imagine what you’d do when he slid his cock inside of you, how hard it would be to stop your legs from shaking then.
He dipped another finger in, picking up the pace and watching the way your hands clutched into fists behind your back, the cuffs preventing you from reaching his body he was sure you were itching to touch.
“You like that?” He rasped, eyes and ears trained on you.
You mewled out in response, wrists straining against the metal around them as you longed to reach out and touch him, any part of him, something to ground you from the pain you felt as his fingers tore into the mess he’d made of your core.
You could feel Rafe’s weight pressing on you as he leaned further down, stopping so his lips just barely brushed your ear.
“Sorry baby…” He said lowly, “No touching this time. Let’s see how well you can take this dick first, hmm? This first round’s only for me.”
He felt the way your chest stopped moving, breath all but lost at the compromising position he had you in.
God, he loved the effect he was having on you.
You whimpered at the realization that Rafe was more concerned with his own pleasure than yours, but part of you took his words in stride, hoping they implied a chance at a second encounter that would be more catered to you.
Rafe thought about slipping in slowly at first, but the stirring in his groin prompted the boy to plunge into you completely, bottoming out on the very first thrust.
The abrupt fullness had your body jolting up, muscles tensed as you cried out his name.
“Shh, sh-shut up, gah, shut up.” He breathed, head falling back as he rutted into you. He was already struggling to form coherent words at the feel of your pussy squeezing so tightly around him, a feeling he’d only been able to dream of before.
“Just lay there and-and shut the fuck up, hmm?” He ordered sternly. His words kept a constant swarm of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.
But truthfully, Rafe was mumbling to himself more than you. His own words helped him feel a sense of authority and power over you, which he thrived off of, in any situation…but especially in the bedroom.
The stinging of wood splintering into your skin, the cold liquid coating your legs, the stinging of the metal around your wrists, all long forgotten as the feeling of Rafe’s cock forcing itself past your walls triumphed any other sensation. Your breathing was erratic, strained from the way your body was caged between the crate and Rafe’s figure.
Tears were spilling down your face, only adding to the excitement for Rafe. He would carry a torch for the way you were falling apart underneath him, knowing that his cock had reduced you to nothing more than a crying, blabbering, pathetic mess.
“S-shit…so fucking tight,” He could’ve sworn your tight walls were flattening him, his length almost struggling to wedge itself so deep into your core, if it wasn’t for the added vigor behind his thrusts. 
It was everything he’d dreamed of. Being inside of you for the first time was everything he’d fantasized about, and it was enough to have his stomach tightening.
Rafe drew his hips back, pulling out most of the way, admiring the way his cock was completely coated with your sweet juices, before recklessly slamming back into you. You cried out, your own nails digging into the palms of your restrained hands as he adopted a quicker, more aggressive pace, eyes rolling back as he drank in the sounds of your mewling and whimpering beneath him, the feel of your pussy clenching around him. The hold on your hair was joined by a harsh grip on your hip, Rafe roughly squeezing the flesh in the curve of your leg. He could feel himself spiraling towards his release, and he finally peeled his eyes open, fixing them on the sight before him. He didn’t have to imagine this time, he reminded himself.
His fingers in your hair reclined your head back slightly, scratching at your scalp as he shot his load up into you.
Your walls squeezed impossibly tighter around him, milking him dry and only eliciting more groans and curses from the man behind you as he continued fucking his load into you, making sure not a drop was missed.
The feeling of Rafe’s seed spilling into you, the fact that the two of you together, the whole situation was bordering on innapropriate and unprofessional, was enough to send you over the edge, too.
Almost.
But Rafe just happened to unsheath himself at the perfect time, depraving you of the high you’d been chasing.
Rafe was left with a ringing in his ears and stars in his eyes as he emptied into you completely.
You were prepared to sit yourself up when Rafe tugged on your cuffs, until his other hand shot down to your clit, fingering the remnants of cum that dared to slip out of you, back into your folds.
His fingers were almost enough to push you over the edge, but again, he meticulously retracted the digits at the right time to rob you of your release.
“Rafe,” your cry came out as more of a broken whisper when you called out to him.
“Uh uh,” he started as he pulled the tiny lever on the cuffs, releasing your wrists one at a time. “You should be grateful I even fucked you in the first place.”
It was true. He did think you had no room to complain, given the way you’d baited and taunted him for months on end, parading around his dad’s office with your nose up like you were too good for him.
He used a hand on your lower back for leverage as he rose to his feet, at the expense of your ribs digging into the crate.
Finally, you were able to get situated on your feet as well. You used a grip on the crate to hoist yourself up, legs shaky and threatening to buckle beneath you at the task of supporting your weight upright once again.
When you turned around, Rafe’s pants were already fastened as you remained stripped before him.
You took your lip between your teeth at the sight of his muscles flexing as he wrestled his shirt back over his head.
He let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction as the cotton material settled back over his chest.
He wore a smug look as he eyed over your frail, blood-stained body from top to bottom.
“Still need that ride home?”
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hannieehaee · 2 months
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Svt as tropes
seventeen as tropes
content: crushes, fluff, some of these are idol!aus (as in the member is an idol, not reader), etc.
wc: 884
a/n: these are just tropes that come to mind when i think of each member. i tried to keep it varied and original <3
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seungcheol -
enemies to lovers - he seems like he can be maybe a lil bit cocky at times (with reason, i mean have you seen him ..), so i think itd be possible to start off the wrong foot with him. he's also pretty stubborn, so pair with him another stubborn individual and you have a dragged out love story that begins with rivals and ends with a very fiery relationship.
jeonghan -
coworkers to lovers - jeonghan seems like an extremely charming and interesting guy who doesnt even have to try. im 100% sure people who work around him fall for him every single day. i think he'd be very entertained by the idea of crushing on a staff member/coworker. it would make him look forward to work and make him always seek you out while on the job.
joshua -
childhood friends to lovers - he seems the type that would keep a special someone in his heart for a very long time, even if it was just as friends. leaving his home country so young, the distance would make him realize his feelings and end up with that one special person from back home.
jun -
arranged marriage - okay not exactly arranged marriage but more so him being with someone his parents introduce him to! he seems to be a huge family oriented guy, so i see him ending up with someone his parents may have thought would be perfect for him. it'd start off as him giving it a chance to please his parents but ending up actually falling for this person.
soonyoung -
sunshine vs. grump - this concept isnt necessarily 100% black and white to me. but still i think maybe he would fall for someone who has a very contrasting personality his very positive and over the top demeanor. he'd enjoy the back and forth in which he'd act ridiculously to get his s/o to react while they pretended to be annoyed by him.
wonwoo -
long distance - idk if this is a trope ?? but i think wonwoo's love absolutely transcends any and every obstacle imaginable. i think he would be the definition of distance makes the heart grow fonder. he would cherish every single moment he got to be with you, constantly yearning for you any second he was away from you.
jihoon -
opposites attract - as someone who seems to keep to himself a lot and is a bit of a homebody, i think he would easily fall for someone who got him out of his comfort zone and got him to discover parts of himself he didnt know about before. would adore an s/o who was louder in nature and livelier, feeling some sort of nurturing sense in him come out whenever he was around them.
seokmin -
friends to lovers - its a classic for a reason! i cant understand how people dont constantly fall for seokmin but im 100% sure that if he had a crush on a friend of his, he would easily be able to charm them enough for them to reciprocate the crush. there would be a period of time of that cute back and forth in which he tried to 'court' them, ending up together in the end.
mingyu -
chance encounter - watching nana tour ive loved seeing how insanely outgoing and likable by strangers he is so i think that he would be the type to incidentally meet a person and subsequently fall for them. however, mingyu is a hopeless romantic so he wouldnt allow for this to be his one and only meeting. he would go to hell and back to reconnect.
minghao -
language barrier - ok ik this isnt actually a trope but i really do see minghao taking interest in a person who doesnt speak his language. i think that if a foreigner (in this case someone who does not speak korean or chinese) caught his attention, he would not be deterred by the language barrier and still seek them out. he would maybe even be more intrigued by the concept of communicating despite the barrier.
seungkwan -
found family - seungkwan is one of the sweetest and most likable people alive. im sure there's tons of people out there who consider him part of their found family. i think he'd be the type to become super close with that special someone (to the point of considering them as precious as his own family) only to eventually fall for them (and have them fall right back bc i mean its boo so how would you not fall for him!).
vernon -
class difference - i really see him falling for someone who's not in the industry. just someone who is an average person with an average life. this would obviously come with its complications, but i think he would enjoy the contrast between your lives and would live a regular life through your own.
chan -
mutual pining - contrary to popular opinion, i believe chan has insane rizz. however! i think he would be the type to have negative rizz when he has a crush on someone. he's still impossible to not fall for though, so this would lead to him and his future s/o to pine for each other for years, not realizing that their friendship could be more if one of then would just step up and confess.
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cixteenyne · 1 year
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I'm gonna ask early for that event if that's okay!! So how about being the Sakamaki's fuckdoll (diabolik lovers)? 👀
Pervy!Poly!Sakamaki’s x Fuckdoll!reader
I loved this idea so much!!! i wanted to make it even LONGERRR BUUUUTTTT i didnt know how, and the sexy music playlist stopped giving me scenarios for this, (female Aligned) (i had to look at various other smuts and videos to get these men right, partly right, since i dropped the show some time ago. hope you enJOyyYY
Content Warning(s): Polyamourous relationship, Exhibition, Edging, Cumming inside, Vulgar wording (i never hold back lol), Rough sex, Soft sex (as soft as a bloodthirsty vampire boy can get), Face fucking, mean vampires, Breeding, Somnophilia. Listen, a lot happens, ok? buckle up lmao.
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It was almost like you couldn't catch a break with them. If it wasn't one it was the other, if one was absent another would show up with some outlandish demand!
You always let them do what they wanted to you, but most of that was because- you didn't know how to do any of it.
You were a virgin before this, before the brothers. yeah, but you weren't exactly innocent, just inexperienced.
Having them take the reigns feels so much better, and it feels right
It almost feels as right as the hands that grip at your arms, tugging you to where they wanted, those soft lips that trailed so sophisticatedly down your sides, the way that Shu would drag every part of himself on you, tease you until you whined and pleaded at him so sweetly that it made his cock ache.
He wanted you to whine his name into the air of the seemingly desolate manor they lived in.
He wanted his brothers to hear, to try and get a taste for oneself. 
They would eventually, but Shu learned to be greedy. He learned to keep you to himself with those sweet kisses, those long lasting cockwarming sessions, those marks he'd leave everywhere.
He knew you preferred him if he was greedy.
If Shu wasn't in the room it was Reiji, they way he undressed you while never even thinking to take off his own attire, it was embarrassing, but they way he studied you, as if something new had popped up (it had). He wasn't even kind enough to tug his gloves off.
He just leered over you, taking a skit of time to adjust his glasses, his eyes still never leaving you. He didn't use you per se, he just liked seeing you sink your fingers into yourself.
Sometimes he'd help you with his own fingers if you begged in that pretty way he liked, other times he would be mean and not even touch himself in front of you.
It was on those days where he watched you squirm in irritation and pleasure and couldn't help but want to stick his cock down your throat. Reiji  liked the way you looked at him when he threatened it.
Or when he mentioned that pretty red rope that he just so happened to have brung with him, they way your eyes widened, in excitement, fear, he didn't care. He was entranced by any look you gave him.
Though he likes his alone time with you, he knew you'd get oh so embarrassed and bashful if another brother were to walk in.
What a coincidence, Ayato just so happened to be in the bathroom the whole time…oops!
They'd both apologize so condescendingly, “oh..so sorry for scaring you like that” a frown on his face that did not reach the mirth in his eyes at your bare state, shying away from their apologies.
Ayato heard everything, you fucking your fingers as deep as they can go in front of Reiji, begging him to help, the way Reiji teased you without even touching you, you were too cute to him, like a mouse.
Since Ayato was a bit unfair, he decided to punish you for acting so whorish without him there, his brother said nothing to defend you from his mean sibling, that coy smile and that leering gaze never leaving your body.
They were both hard, painfully so, but they wouldn't let the fun end too soon.
They knew their cocks were a bit much, but you could take them both, yeah?
Kanato was much different from his brash and unthinking brothers, he liked being close to you, since in comparison he was rather icy. He's still almost as mean as his brothers, but he's not exactly nice either, just willing to let things slide for some time before finally doing something about it. Call it karma.
You had done something particularly annoying this morning, thinking he would do nothing given how different he was from his brothers, but he was anything but mindlessly nice, no, that was your job, you were supposed to be the stupid whore who does nothing but take whatever he shoves in you with a smile, and that was what he would remind you of, in his own Kanato way.
But you have fallen asleep, what a shame! Didn't mean he was gonna stop though, it's Kanato we’re talking about.
He had walked all the way to your room only for you to be asleep, so if anything, this was perfect, more than perfect.
Kanato had stripped you of your clothing, caring not about if he'd wake you up or not, you'd take it even if you woke up, he wanted nothing of your complaining
He'd do what Reiji couldn't, he choke you with his cock until you were crying, you were sleeping so what? You got yourself into this
He unbuckled his belt, not bothering to drop his pants to the floor, to make it all the more condescending he brought that damn bear with him..
His hips hovering over your unsuspecting head, he'd slowly dipped the aching tip into your mouth, just the warmth made him shudder against his cold skin, once it slid down your tongue, seemingly in slow motion, he couldn't hold back the moan in his chest.
As more and more of his cock slid down into your mouth, coated by your tongue, and into your throat, he immediately sped up his thrusts, the first 5 hadn't woken you up surprisingly, but the next one had, you woke up and your hand sped to his hips to slow him down, but not get him off, and he noticed- you were a whore whether you noticed it or not, he had to give it to you.
He'd make sure he gave you everything he had as well.
Although Laito was kind of an asshole, he would be what you liked sometimes, but that was only when one of his brothers was spending a bit too much time with you,
Which- he was still an asshole, but in the way that made your thighs clench, when you had to sit with panties full of your own cum.
Laito was rough with the way he handled you towards the bed, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back, constricting you as he rushes with his belt, the sound has you rearing in anticipation. The zip of his pants, the indication of it already has you whining.
Your cute little whorish skirt, that- yes, he had bought you, but that didn't mean to prance around in public with your pussy practically showing. So he's treating you just how you were acting. Like a whore.
He ripped your panties, the strings of your arousal glaring at him, he slowly stroked his cock, teasing you, rubbing the tip in your slicked pussy.
He gave his cock one stroke before plunging in at a set and relentless pace, he lifted your head by your roots, forcing you to look into a mirror he knew was there all along.
 He called you such mean names, so mean that it made your eyes roll back and your knees buckle, you'd have fallen to the floor if it weren't for the bed you were bent on.
He decided you had too many layers on and reached around you, to the button of your shirt and pulled, the material instantly gave in and he was met with the sight of your tits staring back at him in the mirror,
You knew you were being loud, you knew.
But the brothers knew what was going on the moment Shu got too meaningful with his kisses.
And you knew too.
Subaru was more needy than usual, the constant need to be around you before his brothers was intense, but when you confronted him about it, he was just as aggressive as usual.
His behavior has not changed, it has just intensified.
Especially with the way he had you in his lap, putting his lips anywhere he could, taking control of your hips, drinking up every bit of encouragement from you he could. He was somehow being aggressive and affectionate at the same time, he wanted you to feel every bit of him, his hands on your waist, his head in the crook of your neck, his lips on your throat anytime you threw your head back.
He stood up to lay you on the floor, too caught up in you, and his worry of those stupid brothers of his barging in, so he opted for the floor.
He shuffled off his shirt as fast as he could, palming his cock through his pants, as he got on his knees, hovering over you between the space in your legs, he leaned down to kiss you as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants, stroking it as precum beaded at his tip, trying to relieve some stress on his cock.
You didn't know when you got naked, or which one of you took them off, but you didn't have time to think about it with the way he held his hand against your cheek and pushed his head needily into your neck, the sweet gesture didn’t match the pace of his hips at all.
He was panting so hard you’d mistake him for a hound, his hand switched to the back of one of your knees, trying to reach deeper, to make sure his cum reaches the deepest point it could, he knew he came in large amounts and he didn't want any of it spilling out, he wouldn't have any of that, not when every else had their turn with you, the thought of it only made his pace relentless, you could barely think of what's gotten into him at all.
He'd make sure you were officially his after this, but he knew his brothers would only follow the same steps, but it's all a matter of who does it first.
And that would be undeniably him.
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braxlrose · 8 months
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request: bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader hcs😌 I mean, she knows she's hurting herself but she doesn't care? doesn't sleep (and even if she does, she goes to bed very late and then gets up very late, so she's usually restless, tired and barely alive/ barely in touch with reality), barely eats (and even if she eats little , I drink too much energy drinks and takes tranquilizer pills), probably does sh and takes drugs (cigarettes, alcohol and drugs) and it all makes her look practically zombie but she likes this lifestyle?
cw: self harm, alcoholic tendencies, drugs, slight ED, toxic relationship, tons of angst, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD.
bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader
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• when you two first met, it was at a party and you guys ended up sleeping together that night. you fell asleep right after so he ended up staying the night at your hotel room.
• when you woke up in the morning, you brushed your teeth and then went over to your drawer to get on new clothes when you felt hands on your hips.
• you turned around to see bill smiling at you. "Sooo, how long do I have to wait before I can ask you out on a date, hmm?" you rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away.
• "Uhmm, never? You don't wanna have to deal with my shit." you said as you pulled your jeans up.
• "Oh come on, everybody has shit."
• "Not like me. So, you should just go." you pulled on your shirt and turned back to him. He was just staring at you, smiling for God-knows-what. you had to admit, he looked amazing. he only had his boxers on, and he looked great shirtless.
• "I'll get you one day, y/n y/l/n." he smiled at you and pulled on his clothes. you rolled your eyes as he kissed you on the forehead and left.
• then you two met again at a music festival and that's when you finally decides to give him a chance after the hours of flirting he spent on you. you weren't scared though, you were sure he'd leave after he saw what you were really like. and you had accepted that.
That was a couple weeks ago. Bill became very aware of the "shit" you were talking about pretty quickly.
• whenever you were at a party with bill you'd always drink too much to the point where you couldn't see straight and your head was pounding like no tomorrow. Bill would take you back to your hotel room and lay you down on your bed and tuck you in. Then he'd sit with you until you finally fell asleep since he knew you'd just stay awake if he didnt.
• one night, you were completely wasted and he had to carry you back to your hotel. again.
"Mmm... Billy I want you soooo bad. pretty pleaaaasee?" you whispered in his ear, giggling and pouting as he unlocked your door and dragged you inside.
"You're drunk. That's not happening, okay?" He said, setting you down on your bed and beginning to wipe your makeup off.
"But Billy..." You'd whine and pout, while he'd just sit there and comb through your hair till you fell fast asleep.
"Goodnight, Schatzi." He'd whisper to you and place a kiss on your forehead.
• you'd also get angry a lot. you were in your hotel room, bawling your eyes out on the bathroom floor. It was 11 PM. your wrists were bleeding a bit from you scratching at them for so long, and your cheeks were bright red from the crying.
• you just wanted to sit there forever and wallow in your own self pity when you heard the door to your hotel open.
"Y/n! You in here?" Bill yelled to you, as you did your best to stand up and wipe your tears away. You gazed at your eyes in the mirror and there were streaks of mascara running down your face. You wiped them off your cheeks and opened the bathroom door to greet him.
"Hey! What're you doing here?" He turned around to see you but you saw his face drop.
"Are you okay? Were you crying in there?" He pointed to the bathroom. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you closed the door. You pushed the inner part of your arms against yourself so he didn't notice.
"What? God no, I'm just tired. You should probably go." You said as you walked past him and started to change your clothes. He walked over to you and slightly grabbed your chin with his hand. He tilted his head at you and ran his fingers through your hair.
"Come on, just tell me what's wrong." You slapped his hand away and pulled on some shorts.
"I said I'm just fucking tired! Will you back the fuck off?!" You pushed him away and went to grab a new shirt to sleep him. He was bringing up emotions you didn't want to feel. You wiped away a couple tears when you felt his arms wrap around you. He placed some kisses on your shoulders and rubbed his cheek against you.
"I'm here for you, okay? Let me help you.." You could feel anger boiling up inside you. Your eye twitched. He's acting like you needed to be fixed or something. Why would he say shit like this?! You turned yourself around and pushed your hands against his shoulders trying to push his away.
"Can you get the fuck off of me! I don't need your fucking with anything just get the fuck away!" you yelled at him, tears pouring down your cheeks now. You slammed your hand against his shoulder trying to push him away.
"You don't need to push me away, y/n! It's okay!" He wrapped his arms tightly around you as more and more tears came flooding from you.
Your finger nails dug into his shoulders, harder and harder with every word. You could see him wincing in pain but he only hugged you tighter. Why would he want this?
• you hated that he stayed around. you didn't understand why he'd wanna be with someone like you? you set yourself on a path of destruction and ruined everything in your path, why would he take his chances like this?
• you were laying down in your bed when bill came around again. like before, tears were running down your cheeks and mascara was wiped all over your face but you were just laying there. not feeling anything. you had taken a couple different kinds of drugs so you were basically emotionless at this point.
• when bill walked in, he dropped everything and ran to your aid. he sat on the bed and cupped your cheek in his hand to make you look up at him.
• when you turned over at him, he couldn't see anything in your eyes. nothing. all you could remember is how sad you looked.
• he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed your shoulders.
"do you want me to stay?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face and pulling you closer to his body.
you just nodded and laid down against the pillows as bill whispered sweet nothings in your ear and rubbed your sides with his hands.
• it was about a month into your relationship when bill realized how little you ate.
• at first, he just thought you didn't eat breakfast but over time he noticed you didn't really eat anything unless you were offered something.
• bill also took notice when all you ate was slim jims and energy drinks. Thats when he started bringing you food.
• in the mornings, he'd come in with breakfast and give you a little kiss on the forehead. "Wakey, wakey, baby." He'd say to you and place a bunch of little kisses on your face until you wake up.
"Mmm...what are you doing here?" You said to him groggily, wiping your eyes.
"I brought you breakfast. Come on, geeet up." He'd lift you up by your arms and place the food in front of you, then he'd sit down next to you and wrap his arms around you to make sure you're eating.
"I'm not hungry, Bill." You'd say to him, resting your cheek on his arm.
"Too bad, eat up." He would take your fork and cut into your waffle and place it in front of your mouth until you opened up to eat it.
You eventually would give up and just start eating.
"Why are you doing all of this? I'm just a burden, y'know?" You say to him with your mouth full and your eyes looking up at him all cute and widened.
" 'cause I like you. And I think you're cute." You rolled your eyes and continued eating but bill would have a big, fat smile on his face.
• during the day you'd be like a zombie. your eyes would be dull and half open. Big, dark circles under your eyes and you wouldn't do much. But bill didn't mind. He would lay down with you on the couch and give you massages and kisses on your temples to relax you.
• when bill found out that you hurt yourself, he kissed up and down your body for hours. Whether it was your arms or your thighs, he'd be kissing it. He told you how much he loved you and didn't want you to hurt yourself.
• he didn't want you to feel pressured about talking about your feelings but once you did he would just hold you and listen to you talk, getting everything out. and he would never judge you for anything.
• you told him that you'd stop hurting yourself and you did. for a few days. But that changed once you got away from bill for a little while and you got high at a club.
Bill wanted the best for you but you werent good for him. You knew that, you tried to change yourself for him because you loved him so much. But in the process of being with you, he got hurt too much. You tried to tell him, but he couldn't help but love you. In his eyes, you were perfect.
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breeloveschris · 2 months
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You’ll Never Understand Pt 7
Pt 6 Pt 8
Pairing: Chris sturniolo x Reader
summary: Y/n always been best friends with the triplets.. until one random day in sophomore year Chris despised Y/n, and till this day Y/n still don’t know why. Nick and Matt will never understand why Y/n has never stopped being sweet and caring to Chris as if nothing ever happened.
Warnings: cussing
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*Chris’s pov*
I don’t understand why she’s so mad. Why couldn’t she just tell me what I did wrong rather than beating around the bush. As I make my way to the elevator, I go to order an Uber but the wait time is an hour long. Should I call Matt? Or should I just stand around looking goofy for an hour? While I’m debating on what to do, my phone starts ringing. I pull my phone out seeing Matt’s name on my screen. I sigh as I answer the phone, I guess I’m calling Matt.
“Yo where are you? You didn’t tell anyone that you was leaving.” Matt said questioning. I sigh before answering “I’m at Y/n’s apartment.” Matt goes quiet. “Why the fuck are at Y/n’s place?” Matt said shocked. “Don’t ask questions, just come get me the Uber wait is so long.” Matt sighs before saying a quick “I’m on my way” hanging up. I sit on the curb waiting for Matt to get here. Almost 10 minutes go by before I see our car roll up. I get up and walk over to the car.
As soon as I get in the car Matt’s asking me questions. “Why were you here” Matt asks pulling out of the parking lot. “I needed to talk to Y/n about something, no big deal” I said with a sigh turning on my seat heater. “Did you tell her you like her” he said keeping his eyes on the road. Yes Matt knew, I tell him everything. The only reason why I didn’t tell Nick was because he’s so close with Y/n, he’d probably tell her.
“No Matt, it wasn’t like that.” I said rolling my eyes and looking out the window. “She yelled at me, I’ve never seen her so mad at me.” I continue but before he can say anything I keep going. “I don’t even know what I did dude and it’s killing me” I finished with a sigh rubbing my hands on my face. Matt’s silence scares me, was he mad at me too? “Do you not remember calling her a slut? Like cmon dude you can’t be that fucking stupid” Matt said gripping the stirring wheel.
Holy shit. I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings, I thought she knew I wasn’t being serious. She can’t be that mad about it, I mean I’ve never said anything that mean but still. “I didnt mean for that to hurt her feelings” I said looking at Matt who had his jaw clenched. “So you are that fucking stupid huh. She was crying Chris! Her eyes were puffy, you moron .” He said with an eye roll. “I don’t know why you’re getting so fucking mad about it, do you like her or something.” I said getting pissed that everyone around me was also mad.
“Did your little princess get hurt matty?” I said with a pout before rolling my eyes. “I don’t like her like that and you know it. You on the other hand do, and you’re throwing all your chances with her away and for what? Because your too pussy shit to open up? Let it go Chris, you can’t hide from that shit forever.” Matt said in annoyance. I only roll my eyes turning up the music to tune him out. But Matt quickly turned the music off. “No Chris, you’re not just gonna shut me out. You’ve gotta tell her or simply move on.” Matt finished and turned up the music.
We make it back to the house. I make a beeline inside leaving Matt behind. I open the fridge looking for a cold Pepsi, when I heard Nick walking down the stairs. I lightly groan seeing no Pepsis left. This night couldn’t get worse. “Where have you been dude, we needed to film a car video but now we gotta use an old filmed video.” Nick said complaining. Before I could even get something out Matt speaks. “He was at Y/n’s” Nick just looks between me and Matt confused.
“The fuck were you doing at Y/n’s apartment?” Nick said with disgust written all over his face. “And what the fuck is that on your neck” Nick finished. Holy shit. The hickeys. Fuck. “I thought you said nothing happened” Matt said with a smirk on his face while he crossed his arms. Nick gasps and looks at me with a shock look on his face. “Wipe that smirk off your face Matt, nothing happened. It’s from a different girl that I’ve been seeing” I said making up a quick lie.
“Oh good, you scared me.” Nick said with a hand over his chest and a laugh. “Oh by the way Madi’s here and she drank the last Pepsi” Nick said running back up the stairs. “Bruh this night is the worst” I said groaning and walking down to my room but before I could make it far Matt speaks up. “Did Y/n give you those”. Should I tell him? Before I can even make up my mind, my mouth speaks before my head. “Did you not hear me? It was from someone else.” I said annoyed.
“Yea okay, like I believe you” Matt said smirking and walking to his room. “Wipe that smirk off your face!!” I said walking to my room. I should probably text Y/n. Or maybe I shouldn’t and just leave it as it is. I take a shower debating my thoughts and I walk out of my bathroom in a pair of sweats walking over to my chair. I’m gonna text her.
Chris 😓
I’m sorry Y/n.
I leave it at that and hop on a game of Fortnite but every game I kept losing. I couldn’t focus at all. My mind kept going back to the way Y/n looked at me with so much pain in her face. I FaceTimed Matt and Justin told them to hop on to see if that would help. I did for an hour or so but after that my mind kept running. “Dude what the fuck is up with you, you ain’t playing right” Justin said in my headset. “Bros probably thinking about Y/n” Matt said with a laugh.
“Bro no I’m not, I’m just tired” I replied back. “How is she anyways, I haven’t talked to her in so long” Justin asked. “I wouldn’t ask him that, he’s still a dick to her” Matt replied. “When the fuck are you gonna man up and realize being a dick to her isn’t gonna make shit easier for you” Justin said. I could practically hear his eyes rolling. “It’s made it pretty damn easy for me” i said with a shrug. “Well Matt, how is she doing?” Justin said ignoring me. “She’s doing good, she gets to meet Sam and Colby tomorrow” Matt said.
“It’s about time, that girls been crushing on Colby since 2019 I swear” Justin said laughing. “It’s not like they’re gonna fall in love” i said with a nasty look on my face. “Oou someone’s jealous” Matt said with an obvious smirk on his face. “Dude shut up, I’m just saying, she’s like years younger than the dude” I said with a scoff. “Who knows, maybe she will sweep off him off his feet” Justin said laughing. “Okay dude, whatever. I’m getting off, I’m tired and we got a party tomorrow” I said before saying bye and hanging up.
I laid in bed for like an hour just thinking about Y/n. I don’t want her to be mad at me. I still feel like I didn’t do nothing wrong. I mean I get that it was rude but she should just get over it. It’s not that big of a deal. I just hope tomorrow she won’t be mad at me. Or at least hopefully she’ll be nice to me. She’s never held a grudge on me, so she’ll probably be over it by tomorrow. I continued to lay there for another hour before I slowly fell asleep.
Yikes 😋
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m4yasnotthatcool · 4 months
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Can we have Andrew and Reader have a life after the events of the game (In the Bulletless Decay route)?
Reader would be an exchange student who would have gone to stay with the Graves family, but in the end she ended up being another 'victim' of the game's circumstances.
She would be a type of person who was indifferent to almost everything, cold-blooded, with somewhat sociopathic tendencies but with a kind heart.
Okay, let's do this, after Ashley's murder, Andrew and Reader finally got fake teeth and moved somewhere far away, but with all the recent traumas and along with the fear of being abandoned.
Andrew started to have possessive tendencies, a little clingy, toxic, manipulative towards our 'poor thing' Reader and that would result in them having children in the future, to keep her trapped in the coffin with him.
ANDREW GRAVES X F!READER
(a/n: okay so i think i understand what u mean, sorry if its not what you expected, im a little(very) rusty rn at writing) NOT PROOF READ!
okay so first of all, Ashley never liked you, and thats part of the reason Andrew liked you sm
like, yea, he always does whatever his sister wants him to, and he hated himself for falling for you
but there was just something about how you were so indifferent under almost any circumstances (oh how he enjoyed seeing you crack under the pressure when you ate the cultist!)
your cold blooded outer shell was something intriguing to him
he wanted to study you
he wanted to get to know you.
did he care about you from the begining? ha, no.
of course he didnt
his sister hated you, so he hated you too
she was afraid you'd steal him from her so he didnt give you the chance
a couple of days into the quarantine is when he'll finally give in and start talking to you
and low and behold, he loved you from the first interaction
you were just so interesting!
he, of course, felt guilty for going against his sisters wishes, but he still would spend mre and more time just talking to you
after killing ashley i think he would just be in denial
for a really (REALLY) long time he would just wait for her to come back, even tough he knows shes not going to
after somehow getting away and finding a permanent place to stay, you two got in a relationship
both of you had abandonment issues you should treat, but neither of you felt it was necesary
from the start he didnt let you talk to anyone else but him
at first it was something you despited about him, feeling it was too clingy. you needed space, you needed privacy
but at one point those needs started fading away
he would tell you "you dont need anyone else but me. im the only one who is capable of understanding what you went trough! and you're the only one who can understand what I went trough. but its alright! dont worry about me! just worry about yourself and what you want. its not like you care about me anyway."
so you belived him
you didnt need anyone else but him
you told him you didnt want kids
thats one of the many topics you talked about when you met
you didnt feel they fufiled any particular need of yours and you didnt want to have them if you were just going to regret them after
he managed to change your mind
after having your 2nd child with him, you were so far gone that you remained just and empty shell of the person you used to be
the lines between you two started bleeding into eachother and so he absorbed your presence
you were no longer yourself
you were just who he wanted you to be all along
he still loved you of course
also i feel like he would get a lot of his manipulation skills from his sister
or whatever is the feeling he gets thats closest to love
he just needed you to stay
and whenever it seemed like you were ready to fly away, he would cut your wings
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final a/n
i know its bad dude, im sorry 😭
if you were to ask me right now what i just wrote i couldnt tell you (like im fr rn)
if you want me to try to re-do it just ask (if u didnt like this one that is)
so uh
thx for asking
and sorry its bad lmao
here are the other fandoms i write for!
have a nice rest of ur day/night!
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bunnyhargrove · 4 months
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sCREAM For Me
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Ghostface!Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader smut
A/N: So the long awaited ghostface!Billy Hargrove is finally here, my apologies that i didnt get this out in october when i had hoped, pain and life got in the way, but its finally here and i hope you enjoy.
Also please note that this is dark, if things like Consensual non consent or any depictions of assault are triggering to you, please do not read this, there are more than adequate trigger warnings, so if you chose to read ahead that's your responsibility to control the media you consume.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS STAY AWAY! EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC IS 100% CONSENSUAL, it is a CNC Role play scenario that was set up prior to, uses he/him/his a lot (Billy is masked intruder). Consensual Non-Consent, unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control), knife play, mentions of blood, blood play, Degradation, name calling, rough sex, choking, oral sex, Dacryphilia, a few characters break where Billy checks on reader, aftercare, have done a quick read through so if you see any mistakes... no you didn't. also apologies that I am terrible with tense when writing. if i have missed any triggers please let me know.
word count: 4,600+
Based in 1997 after the release of Scream. please do not steal or repost my edits and dividers, if you wish to use the divider please tag me for credit.
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It was a Saturday night, few days before Halloween, you and your boyfriend Billy Hargrove were cuddled up on the couch watching Scream, it’d been released the year before and had fast become one of your favourite movies, it was probably also what awoke your new found mask kink, something you had not yet told your boyfriend about. The fact that the leading man was hotter than hell and shared the same name as your equally hot boyfriend had absolutely nothing to do with that. You and Billy already shared what others would deem a pretty rough and out there sex life but Scream had awoken something that you guys had not yet tried.
The movie played on and when it got the infamous part of Billy Loomis licking the fake blood of his fingers you absentmindedly clenched your thighs together, heat pooling between your thighs, something that didn't go unnoticed by your Billy. 
“Is this doing something for you sweetheart?” He asks with a chuckle, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he leans in closer to you, his arm tightening around your waist. 
“Uh, um, maybe…” you trail off as the heat of embarrassment warms your cheeks, your eyes remained focused on the movie so you could avoid Billy's intense gaze.
“Come on baby, look at me” he says as he gently grasps your chin “I am genuinely curious” 
“I mean yeah, its kinda doing something, the mask, the heat of the chase and that fake blood scene is just, yeah, it's hot and it really shouldn’t be” you mumble out just loud enough for him to hear, as you shyly look at him, your cheeks still warm. 
“You know” he starts “we could always have a little fun with it, play a little game” he finishes as he starts pressing kisses along your shoulder and neck, you can feel his cock hardening against your ass where you are sitting on his lap.
“Oh yeah?” You whisper out a little breathlessly, the idea of what he is suggesting really turning you on. 
“Yeah, I’m thinking a little Halloween role play is in order if you are game sweetheart?” He says in a deep, low voice as the hand he had resting on your bare thigh travels further up, his fingertips ghosting along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, goosebumps erupting in their wake. 
“Oh, I am definitely game” you respond, a small moan slipping out.
The movie playing is soon forgotten as you and Billy get tangled in each other, clothes falling on the floor, breathless moans and filthy words exchanged late into the night.
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It was around 10pm on Halloween, and you were watching the Michael Myers classic of the same name.
You were engrossed in the film, fingers absent-mindedly reaching for popcorn as the movie played out in front of you, when all of a sudden the phone in the kitchen rang, well timed with a jumpscare in the movie, the bowl of popcorn on your lap spilling as you screamed at the sudden noise. 
"Jesus fucking christ" you mutter to yourself as you get up and pad over to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall, still making a a shrill noise as it continued to ring.
"Who is it?" You answer it in a snippy tone, annoyed that your movie had been interrupted. 
"Well now, that's not very nice" the gruff voice on the other end of the line answered, it wasn't one you recognised. 
"It’s late and you interrupted my movie, now who am I speaking to?" You respond with annoyance still evident in your voice. 
"Hmm, who am I speaking to?" The voice answered evading your question. 
"I asked first, besides you called me, shouldn't you know who you are talking to?" You counter. 
"You sound like a pretty little thing, bit of an attitude though" the voice taunts, you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. 
"Oh god, they have hotline numbers for that you know" you say rolling your eyes, hanging up the phone. 
As you go to turn around, the phone rings again, you curse under your breath as you go to answer it. 
***
"Hello?" You answer with a frustrated sigh. 
"Why don't you want to talk to me sweetheart?" The voice answers
"Who is this?"
"I'll tell you my name, if you tell me yours" The gruff voice responds 
"Oh i don't think so" you respond with a snarky tone.
Distant screams heard in the background coming from your tv.
"What's that noise?" He asks 
"The movie that you interrupted" you respond 
"Sounds like a scary movie, do you like scary movies sweetheart?" He asks, voice low, almost dangerous sounding. 
"Yes, I love scary movies, and don't call me sweetheart" you grumble 
"Oh you definitely have an attitude sweetheart, I think i like that" he teases emphasising the nickname just to annoy you.
"How can you like me, you don't even know me?" You respond rolling your eyes, even though he can't see that over the phone. 
"Maybe I can get to know you, have you got a boyfriend?" The voice asks
"Why, gunna ask me out on a date?" You giggle as you lean against the wall twirling the phone cord around your finger. 
"Maybe, so do you have a boyfriend?" The voice repeats 
"No" you lie, a small smirk playing on your lips. 
"You sure about that sweetheart?" 
"I'm sure" you respond, a smirk still plastered on your face. 
"You never told me your name" he states.
"Why do you wanna know my name so bad?" You question
"Because darling, I want to know who I'm looking at" the voice says, an almost cruel taunting tone to his voice. 
"P-pardon?" You say almost dropping the phone as you whirl around surveying your dark apartment that was only illuminated by the faint blue light of your tv. 
"You heard me, I can see you, but you won't see me until I want you to" he chuckles. 
"T-this isn't funny any more" you say voice shaking, walking over to the light switch near the hallway, however before you reach it, a dark figure rounds the corner dressed in tight black jeans, black short sleeve dress shirt with most of the buttons down the front undone revealing his chiselled torso, black combat boots and ghostface to mask conceal his identity, you drop the phone as you let out a blood-curdling scream and stumble back, tripping over and falling on your ass. 
"Oh, but I think it's hilarious" the masked figure says, his voice somewhat distorted, like he had some kind of voice changer hidden under the mask. 
You try crawling backwards as fast as you can but you aren't fast enough, he grabs you by the ankle with a leather gloved hand, dragging you towards him, you try to grab onto anything you can reach but it's no good, he was too fast and strong. 
The masked assailant was on top of you within moments, straddling your hips while he grabbed your throat with his left hand, not hard enough to choke you, but firm enough that you can't escape his grasp.
You notice a glint from the light of the tv shining off some to his right, your facing draining of all its colour as you spot the large hunting knife in his right hand. 
"Now, we are going to play a game sweetheart, and if you win, i might just let you live" he says pure evil dripping from his voice as he brings the knife up to your face, lightly running the tip over your cheek, fearing coursing through your veins, you can barely even nod your head to acknowledge what he had just said.  
“Since you like scary movies so much, lets have some movie trivia, I’ll ask you three questions, if you get them all right, I’ll let you live, you get one wrong and it’s bye bye sweetheart” The man says as he mimics a throat slash at the last part of the sentence.
You swallow thickly, your mouth dry from the sheer terror of the situation at hand. 
“Let's start with a super easy one for you, give you a fighting chance, who is the killer in the movie Halloween?” He asks as he looks over at your tv briefly, you can hear the smirk in his voice as he presses the blade to your throat. 
“M-Michael Myers” you stutter out, voice trembling as tears well up in your eyes.
“Good girl, see this should be easy for a horror fanatic like yourself” he chuckles darkly. Despite your current situation for some insane reason, your body reacts to his praise, your thighs clenching together of their own accord, and you pray he doesn’t notice this. 
“Question number 2, how many people does Jason Vorhees kill in the first Friday the 13th?" he asks
Your brain blanks for a moment even though you definitely know the answer to this one, you have seen the movie several times.
“Tick Tock, little lamb, your time is running out” He taunts cruelly when you don't answer right away.
“Uhh, none! His Mother Mrs Vorhees is the killer in the first one” you finally get out. 
"Smart girl, you do know your stuff, now final question, this is the question for your life sweetheart, what does Regan call the demon who possesses her in The Exorcist?" He asks as he shifts the position of the blade on your throat closer to your carotid artery. 
"The Demon's name is Pazuzu '' you answer quickly, not wanting to test his patience on a life or death question. 
"Wrong answer darling, you should have listened better" The masked man laughs cruelly, pressing his weight further into you so you couldn't escape, this causing another unwanted reaction from your body, this was a really bad time for your mask kink to show up. 
"B-but you asked what the demon's name was" you stutter out, frustration and fear lacing your voice.
"No, I asked what Regan calls the Demon, but you weren't listening" 
"That's a trick question! Its Captain Howdy" you shout 
"Ah uh, too late little lamb, you should have said that the first time, funs over now darling, any last words?" He says in a low dangerous voice, his masked face now mere centimetres from yours, a warm sensation trickling down your neck as you feel the sting of broken skin from where he presses the blade further into your throat. 
"No, no, no! Please don't kill me Mr ghostface, I'll do anything, please just let me live!" You beg, tears now slipping down your cheeks.  
"Anything?" He asks, you can practically hear the smirk on his face in his voice. 
"Yes! Anything please!" 
"Oh sweetheart you shouldn't have said that, this is going to be fun, now on your knees for me sweetheart" the man says as he stands up, unbuckling his belt with one hand in the process, an apparently well practised move, unzipping his black jeans, his leather gloved hand pulling out his large thick cock, it was already hard and dribbling pre cum from the angry red tip. 
You know it was wrong the way your body reacted but you couldn’t help it, the sight of it made your mouth water and heat bloom in your core. 
"Now open your mouth like the good little slut you are" he commanded as he pushed the tip against your lips, smearing pre all over them, you quickly obliged this time in fear of the potentially fatal consequences. 
He gripped your hair tight enough that your scalp stung, holding your head in place as he roughly thrust his cock into your mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat making you gag with every thrust, saliva dripping down your chin, mascara stained tears running down your flushed cheeks, your hands finding purchase on his muscular thighs for stability as he continued to use your throat like his own personal toy. 
"You look so pretty when you cry" he taunts as he looks down and notices the tears, you have no time to respond as he rams his cock down your throat again. 
"My pretty little cock slut, bet you just love being used like a fuck doll, dont you sweetheart" he chuckles darkly, all you can do grunt in response as your thighs clench together, his words stirring heat in your core, it was so fucking wrong but you couldn’t help the way your body responded to his words. 
You clung on to his thighs for dear life as he kept fucking your mouth, his stamina was something else, but you knew he was finally nearing his end when his hips started faltering.
"Fuck, gunna cum, keep that filthy little mouth of yours wide open" he says as he pulls his cock out, stroking it a few times before his warm release spills into your mouth, down your chin and drips onto your shirt, the sheer amount surprising you. 
"Now swallow" he demanded, towering over you. 
You closed your mouth, but shook your head refusing to swallow, looking up at him with defiant eyes.
"I said swallow" he snarled, as he covered your mouth with one hand, pinching your nose with the other, cutting off your air supply giving you no choice but to do as he said so you could breathe again. 
"See, now that wasn't so hard was it" he said with a dark chuckle as he looked down at you, mascara stained cheeks and a mess from his fluids.
"Fuck you" you spat, voice laced with venom, anger carved into your features.
“Oh, I intend to sweetheart” he smirked, as he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you to your feet. 
"Bedroom, now" he ordered, but you stood your ground, planting your feet, not moving an inch, you were more angry than scared now, fuck him and his orders, this was your house.
"Don't test me sweetheart, the more you disobey, the worse this gets for you"
You remain unmoving, eyes hard, even when you catch the glint of his knife as he brings it back up to your throat. 
Next thing you know you are being hauled off your feet and thrown over his shoulder. 
Breaking character Billy pauses for a moment to ask you for a colour, when you confirm you are good with green, he continues on as the intruder, marching towards the bedroom as you kick and scream for him to let you go. 
Once you reach the room, you are thrown unceremoniously onto the bed. The Masked man crawls on top of you, straddling you and shredding your pajama top right down the centre with his knife, your bare chest now on full display for him, you try cover yourself with your hands but he wrenches them out of them way and pins them above your head with one of his large hands. 
"Such perfect tits sweetheart" he moans into your ear as he leans in closer to you. 
You are writhing beneath him trying to struggle out of his grip to no avail, he is too strong. 
"Uh uh, you aren't getting away that easily, and since you won't behave, i'm going to make sure of that" he says darkly as he reaches his free hand behind him and pulls a pair of metal handcuffs from his back pocket, swiftly chaining your hands above you to the headboard of the bed. 
"Let me fucking go asshole!" You spit at him through clenched teeth, thrashing your body around trying to get him off you, but all you accomplish is sore wrists from the cuffs straining against your skin.
"Not a chance, remember you chose your fate, please don't kill me Mr ghostface i'll do anything" he taunts as he grinds his hips against your core, his cock still hanging out of his jeans, hard and thick, his recovery time almost unnatural.
Your only response is a hardened glare in his direction, which makes him laugh maniacally in your face as he shreds your sleep shorts next, leaving you there almost completely bare to him in just your underwear and the tattered remnants of your clothes.  
“Hmm, if i didn’t know any better I’d say you are almost enjoying this” he says as he spies the damp patch that has formed in the centre of your white cotton underwear.
“Get fucked” you snarl, regardless of your body's betrayal you refuse to admit to him that you are in fact moderately turned on, that would give him far too much satisfaction.
“Oh honey, you're about to” he growls, his voice dark and filled with lust. 
The man wrenches your legs apart,   you hiss through clenched teeth when he runs the flat of the blade over your clothed cunt, the sensation of the cold metal on your most sensitive parts leaving you feeling a mix of both discomfort and pleasure, this was so damn wrong but your body reacted differently to your mind.
“Fuck, so responsive for me sweetheart” he says as he uses the knife to remove the last item of clothing covering any sort of modesty that you had left, tears welling in your eyes as you lay bare before him completely helpless. 
“Dont fucking touch me, i dont want it” you screech at him, tears now slipping down your cheeks 
“And i think you're lying” he taunts as he runs a gloved finger through your slick folds, a salacious laugh falling from his lips when your body squirms under his touch. 
“Mm so sweet, i definitely need a proper taste” he groans as he licks your arousal off his finger.
“No, no, NO” you shout, as you thrash around, but your attempts to rid the man from your body are futile.
He lifts his mask a fraction, just enough to uncover his mouth but not enough to reveal his identity, he licks a long flat stripe from your entrance right to your clit, it takes everything in your power to hold back the moan threatening to escape your lips. 
You try to close your legs around his head, maybe suffocate him, anything to get him to stop, but it's no use when he wraps his strong arms around your thighs and prying your legs apart again. 
The man laps at your centre like it was an oasis in the dessert, drinking you up, eventually you can't help but let a wanton moan escape your lips as the coil in you stomach tightens, he chuckles against you when you do this, the vibrations through your core enough to send you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you, you scream out, half in frustration at your bodies reaction, half from your climax. 
“Oh, I just love hearing you scream for me sweetheart” he says you can see the sardonic smile he wears before he pulls the mask back down, his hands grasping your hips and flipping you over and pulling your ass up in the air, the long chain of the handcuffs secured to your wrists twisting above your head, you hiss through your teeth at the combination of the cuffs digging into your wrists and his fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips, there was absolutely nothing gentle about this man, although you’re not sure why you were expecting any decency from him given his actions thus far.
You cried out in pain when without any warning your masked assailant swiftly entered you from behind, his large thick length impaling your tight cunt right to the hilt, you were given no time to adjust before he was pounding into you at a brutal and relentless pace, his grunts of satisfaction echoed throughout the room along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. 
“Such, a tight fucking pussy, made for my cock, you’ll be begging to be my pretty little cock slut by the time im done with you” he taunts as his hips keep snapping against yours.
“Keep fucking dreaming asshole” you spit, venom dripping from your words, it had yet to occur to you that you probably shouldnt be antagonising the man thats got you chained to your bed against your will.
“Oh there's no dreaming here darling, I already own your body and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it” he hisses at you as he pulls out and flips you over on your back again, one hand gripping your hip harshly, the other pulling his knife out and pressing it against the delicate skin of your throat, tears well in your eyes once again and nausea rolls in your stomach as panic sets in not knowing if you actual will survive this ordeal. He enters you once again, his hips mercilessly snapping against yours as he fucks you like you are nothing but a ragdoll existing solely for his own sadistic pleasure.  
“That's it, take it like the whore you are” he growls as he presses the blade further into your throat, you feel a warm stinging sensation as the blade breaks your skin and blood trickles down your chest,thankfully the wound isn't enough to cause lasting damage.
“Colour baby?” Billy pauses checking in on you. 
“Green, so fucking green” you say with a breathy gasp, confirming that you are very much okay to keep going.
Mr Ghostface discards his knife behind him and removes his leather gloves, dragging one of his fingers across the fine cut on your throat he collects some of the blood pooling there on his thick digit, bringing it up to his lips behind the mask, he makes an obscene moaning sound as he sucks the crimson liquid off his finger.
“Mmm, taste so good, i could just drink you all up” he chuckles darkly as he resumes pumping into you, wrapping one of his bare hands around your throat, the other snaking behind your knee to bring your leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to slam his cock even deeper into your tight cunt than before, that familiar heat was growing in your abdomen again, you tried to starve it off as he kepting pummeling into you to no avail, his hand around your throat squeezing made you fuzzy in the head which only added to the unwanted pleasure that was building, and judging by the amused sound that left the mans mouth he knew, he could feel you clenching around his cock as your climax neared its peak.
“Fuck, thats it sweetheart, be a good little slut and come on my cock and i might consider ending this” he taunts as his thrusts become erratic his own orgasm nears.
That was all it took for your body to give in and your orgasm crashed over your body, your wrists straining against the steel cuffs chaining you in place as your body thrashed, a whimper slipping past your lips as your sopping pussy spasmed around your attacker's cock. 
“Shit, such a tight little cunt, she is gripping me so well, gonna cum inside you, fucking fill you up, breed you like the bitch you are” he hisses as hips stutter against yours.
“No, no, no, please no” you beg him, but it was too late, he was already filling you up, a loud roar filling the room as his climax took over, his grip on your throat tightening til you nearly blacked out in the process.
He released his grip on your throat as he came down from his high, the rush of blood to your head making the room spin violently.
You started thrashing against the chains again, wanting to escape his clutches, but once again his strength and the restraints proved to be too much.
“Tsk, Tsk, bad girl, and just as i was thinking about letting you go” he tutted at your attempts to escape as he pulled his still half hard cock from your weeping entrance, the man was an animal who couldn't be sated.
He crawled up your exhausted body until his knees were planted either side of your chest, pinning you in place, his fingers roughly tangling in your hair, yanking your head up.
“Now suck it clean” he spat as he shoved his cum covered cock in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag, but that didn't deter him, using his grip on your hair he forced his cock down your throat repeatedly, drool dripping down your chin, and tears streaming down your face, you were an absolute mess and he revelled in the sight.
“Such a pretty little painted whore for me with your makeup smeared everywhere, seeing you cry is my favourite thing” he sneered as he kept using your throat like a fuck toy, thrusting in and out at a bruising pace.
It was all becoming too much, you were struggling to breathe and your throat was aching, you needed to pull out now.
“RED!” you managed to get out with a strangled gasp as he pulled out briefly, ripping off his mask Billy immediately broke character, his hands flying up to the cuffs on your wrists releasing them as he moved off your chest, much needed oxygen flooding your lungs leaving you gasping.
“Shit, shit, shit, honey, are you are okay? I didnt hurt you did I?”  his gentle blue eyes now filled with worry and concern as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you close.
“Couldn't b-breath” you stuttered out as you breathing slowly returned to normal, your head lolling back against his chest as pure exhaustion took over your body. 
“I'm so sorry baby, i got a little too caught up in the moment” Billy said apologising as he planted a gentle kiss to your forehead. 
“Its okay babe, i know you never do it on purpose” you sighed in response, you weren't mad, you knew there were risks involved in this kind of thing, the important part was he stopped as soon as you said your code word. 
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After getting you some water from the kitchen and cuddling you for awhile until you had both come down from such an intense scene, you were both soaking in a warm bath that Billy had prepared for you, he gentle cleaned your sore body off with a soft wash cloth, making sure he was extra careful as he washed your most sensitive parts. 
As much as you loved the rough and dominant side of Billy, you absolutely cherished the soft and gentle side that very few people got to see, the way he always took care of you made your heart swell. 
“I love you Billy, thank you so much for tonight, i really did have fun exploring that side of myself” You said softly as you relaxed back against him, letting the warm water and his soft embrace soothe your tired body. 
“I love you too honey, I'd do anything that you asked of me, no matter what it is” he responded as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close to him and planted a soft passionate kiss on your lips. 
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veryberryjelly · 7 months
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Hi! I love your fan fictions! I was wondering (First time requesting ever) if you could do a FIC for Mattheo or Theodore based on exile and the readers dealing with self hate, and anxiety , and they feel so alone and push him away because the readers scared to accept her feelings and afraid she’ll get left, and no one loves or cares about her? ALSO THAT FANFIC U JUST MADE WAS SO CUTE OMG-
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🥰 thank you, this request is so up my street, i hope you enjoy it
also, i took this to mean body issues kinda self hate, i hope that's what you were going for. &lt;3
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this was unprecedented.
you had a date to the yule ball.
your best friend had asked you a couple of weeks ago and you were more than excited to accept his offer.
you had been crushing on him for two years.
and even though you were pretty sure he was asking you as a friend, this was an opportunity you could not pass up.
you and your girl friends had dedicated a saturday to dress shopping three weeks before the ball at a shop in hogsmeade.
while your friends had no trouble picking the perfect dresses very quickly, it took you a lot longer to find one that didnt accentuate every single flaw you could pin point in the mirror.
in the end you chose the dress you felt looked best.
you wanted to look beautiful for mattheo.
but even with a beautiful dress you didnt feel good enough for him. he was perfect and you really weren't.
in the few weeks between getting your dress and the dance, you seemed to recede into yourself.
keeping quiet during meals and spending most of your time in your dorm with the curtains drawn around your bed.
as you stood there in your dorm before the dance, you couldnt even bring yourself to look in the mirror.
you knew you didnt look as good as your friends.
or any of the other girls in the school for that matter.
one by one your dorm mates filtered out of the room in their dresses and down to the common room to meet their dates.
sitting on the edge of your bed, you could not move.
you didnt want to go down there and disappoint.
but it seemed that staying in your dorm didnt stop mattheo from seeing you in your dress.
a knock at your door attracted your attention and you picked up your eyes from where they had been focused on your fiddling hands.
you found mattheo stood in your doorway.
you were almost floored with how good he looked in a suit.
" hey, what're you doing up here? been waiting for you downstairs " he spoke simply, approaching where you sat on your bed.
" 'm sorry. i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long..." you dropped your eyes back down to your hands, running the fabric of your dress between your fingers.
" don't worry about it, love. just want to know how someone who looks so beautiful can seem so upset. " his hand lifted to brush some hair behind your ear.
beautiful...
" i- i don't feel beautiful.." were the only words you could muster to come out of your mouth.
" what..." his words were quiet and stunned.
he stood from your bed and you feared he was realising that you were right and leaving.
so you clenched your eyes shut to prevent any tears falling from your eyes and to prevent you from seeing him walk out that door.
but when you felt his hands on yours, your eyes fluttered open again and you found him crouched infront of you with both of your hands clenched in his.
" sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen... "
" you're just saying that, i know i'm not as pretty as the other girls here-"
" you cannot compare yourself to those girls. they're rude and dull and none of them hold a candle to how stunning you are "
suddenly you felt like you should cry for a whole other reason.
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I’m not sure if it’s a conscious thing people are doing but I’ve been seeing a LOT of people trying to discredit Scar’s win. And I don’t like it.
In the 2v1, Pearl only got one hit in, which I don’t think dealt too much damage, then let Scar handle the rest, so it was basically Scar and Pearl’s wolves vs Gem. If Scar had killed Pearl like she wanted him to, and made it a 1v1 with Scar and Gem, then Scar would’ve had extra hearts and therefore an even BETTER advantage. So I don’t think he only won the fight cuz of the 2v1.
Then people also keep saying he wouldn’t have won if Grian didn’t deal so much damage to Gem earlier. I mean… yeah??? I’m sure Gem would’ve won if nobody attacked her ever. But they did, because that’s how the series works. Grian didn’t kill Gem, Scar did. Why are we talking about how much damage Grian dealt in a conversation that isn’t about him. You could apply this logic to literally any time someone attacked someone else to discredit any kill (unless it’s a kill done on someone with full hearts and no assistance I guess lol). Like I get Grian dealt what, over 40 hearts of damage? That absolutely softened Gem up but she recovered enough to not instantly die afterwards soo. Why do we credit Grian for a kill Scar did long after he died.
I also saw someone complaining that Scar only got so many kills and won because he was picking off people with low hearts. Dude it’s literally not his fault if everyone he goes after happens to have low hearts, he couldn’t know that. With Tango, everyone knew, and Scar gave him MANY chances to escape being killed. You know what he did with the rest of the people he knew had low hearts? Let Skizz run away longer, found out Joel had low hearts and told him to go for Skizz. Does that sound like something a cheapster who wants to pick off easy kills would do??? Besides, if going after people with low hearts WAS his strategy, it would be a pretty valid one lol. Difficult to pull off too since you don’t know heart counts and not everyone escapes a fight on low health.
They also said he only won because he had too many allies? I mean, that is stupid because that’s literally part of the strategy in this series, it’s a survival/pvp/SOCIAL game. Scar has ALWAYS tried to win via having alliances. AND HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE ANY SOLID ONES SO WHAT WERE THEY ON ABOUT?? I guess because everyone decided to try to win him over to their side? Which was actually caused by him NOT having allies lol. He honestly did more helping others than being helped anyways. Well, in the finale.
Anyways, I just wanna add that this does NOT mean we gotta make fun of Gem for losing or whatever. You could say like “Gem could’ve won if only (whatever) didn’t happen!” As a way to hype her up. But saying “Scar only won because (whatever)” is just messed up. He earned that win. Gem was also deserving but things didn’t line up well for her so she got a good 3rd place. That’s just how the series goes. This makes it sound like it’s Gem fans that are discrediting Scar but honestly I don’t think it is? I just don’t want people to think you can’t hype up Gem or talk about how she could’ve won.
Back to the topic. I think the enchanting having no restrictions really helped Scar lol. It had always been a big part of his strategy and now he finally had an episode 5 that was getting stacked as hell instead of dying horribly. Happy for him.
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i rly enjoy your blog :) friendly anon here requesting anything spicy w jm6 in that damn green tracksuit perhaps after the stadium series win 😰😰😰🫡🫡
green means go | john marino
warnings: oral (m receiving | road head)
a/n: you're so sweet, zemer! thank you so much. THE GREEN TRACKSUIT!!! i seriously went crazy when i saw it so im SO glad you requested this. currently im working on two kirby requests and my elias pettersson request (which is taking longer than anticipated) but if you requested any of those know i didnt forget about you!! my requests are open and my inbox is open in general for anything as long as its respectful. te dua all!
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When I opened Instagram and saw John in the green tracksuit and white shirt I thought I was going to pass out. The way his arms looked, the gold chain. It was admittedly hard to pay attention to the game when the thoughts of that chain swinging in my face later tonight was playing through my mind.
The game was fun and considering the fact that they won, I knew John would be in a good mood, but a good enough mood to let me suck his cock in the car? We’ll see.
After saying bye to some of the wags Nate, John, and Tyler decide we should all go to the bar to get some drinks after the big win. We all agree and John and I hop in his car to drive into the city.
The quiet sounds of music play in the background as John talks to me about the Sapranos themed outfits and the game. I nod my head and give him a few “uh-huh’s” here and there so he thinks I’m actually paying attention. Quite frankly, the only thing I’m paying attention to is his arms.
I reach over and put my hand on his thick thigh as we pull up to a fresh red light. This set of lights are infamously known for taking forever to change back to green.
I ghost my hand over his cock before undoing my seat belt. “What was that for?” John raises an eyebrow in a cocky manner. I respond by slipping my hand into his green sweatpants, squeezing his cock through his boxers. “Baby..” John groans, trailing off. “Let me. I’ll be careful.” I bat my eyelashes at him and he pulls his cock out of his boxers and green sweatpants.
I slowly jerk him up and down. I bob my head up a couple times before looking out the window, seeing that the light has changed to green. “Go. I’ll be fine.” I take him back into my mouth as he begins driving down the street. My gags and slurps over power the faint sound of music playing from Johns bluetooth.
John harshly grips the steering wheel with both of his hands. Low groans escape his mouth as he tries to keep his focus on the road. I use my hand to jerk off what I can’t fit in my mouth.
His salty precum spills into my mouth as I grip his velour tracksuit covered thighs. John can’t take it anymore. He pulls into an empty parking lot and barely puts the car into park before he’s grabbing the back of my head, bobbing me up and down. Tears form in my eyes and gently spill down my cheeks from taking his whole cock down my throat. I know my mascara is trailing down my cheeks but I love it. “Just like that, baby. You’re so good to me. You couldn’t wait huh? Had to suck my dick when I was driving?” I look up at him with my teary eyes and nod. He uses his thumb to wipe away my tears and smeared mascara.
He reclines his chair back, helping me bob my head up and down. His groans are loud and needy and I can tell he’s close to cumming. His grip on my hair gets tighter and more precum spills into my mouth. I pull away, spitting all over his dick before putting it back into my mouth. I slowly swirl my tongue around his swollen tip, teasing him before I take it back down my throat. This gets him.
“Holy shit. Im cumming, Im cumming. Baby.” His warm cum fills my mouth. I pull away, still jerking himself off and open my mouth, showing him the pool of cum on my tongue. I swallow and then open my mouth again, showing him I swallowed all of it. “Good girl.” He pulls my lip down with his thumb before pushing it into my mouth for me to suck on. He takes his thumb out of my mouth and looks at me with pure lust.
“We should go, they’re probably already there waiting for us.” I tuck him back into his boxers and sweat pants. I sit back in the passenger seat, searching my purse for my mascara and makeup wipes. John stares at me, still trying to ground himself.
“What about you?”
“Later. Maybe you can make it up to me in the bathroom at the bar.” I playfully wink at him and he shakes his head laughing.
“What would I do without you.”
“I don’t know but I think you should wear this more often.” I point at his tracksuit, running my finger along the soft velour as he starts up the car again. “I definitely will baby.” He kisses my hand before starting up the car and driving us to the car.
We spend an hour at the bar but John is distracted the whole time. He’s imagining my clothes scattered around the apartment, all thanks to that stupid green tracksuit.
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AITA for how i played DnD?
I will try to keep this short but give enough info. At the time of the incident this past year, I was 19. I had made a few friends at uni. Someone brought up Dungeons and Dragons and as a group we decided to try it. There were 5 people playing as characters, including me, and one Dungeon Master (DM). The DM is 24, and the other people ranged 19-22.
Maybe it is just who I played with before, but it had always been stressed to me to do actions my character would do. Follow the actions the character would follow. For example, I played in a campaign with someone who in real life is the sweetest, kindest person, but their character was very mean and vengeful. It was fun! They would want to heal someone, but knew it was out of character so decided to NOT do that, and it was realistic for the campaign.
THAT is how I was taught. That is how I've always played. So it comes time for the first session with the uni group. It was a one-shot to learn how to play for the two people who hadn't played before. It was stated that this was solely to learn mechanics, the characters we were would not be used for the actual campaign. Cool!
Well, in this one-shot I had a character who was very self centered. The type to put themselves over the health of the rest of the group. I had never played that before and wanted to try it. It came to a fight and I was wounded and so was another player. This player hadn't played before and chose to run away and abandon the group. I chose to do the same thing because it was in Character. However, I happened to have the one item that could have stopped the cult from taking over and essentially starting the apocalypse. Thus, because I ran, it doomed everyone else.
It didn't seem anyone minded at the time, it was to learn after all. The DM mentioned then that it is a shitty move to choose to run, and you should fight regardless of if you die. I thought that was a stupid thought, why fight a losing battle, but whatever.
We ran through our first campaign that was over a month long. We all died but had a lot of fun. I then turned 20 and had a flare up (I have a chronic illness), I told them they could do a campaign and I would join in once better. The DM didn't want that because I would be joining partway and ruin the integrity. So they decided to postpone.
I got better, all good. I was sick and hospitalized for a week, then a week after I recovered. So it was 2 weeks. We met weekly, so it was only 2 weeks that we were out. Prior to this time we all met on Mondays, but after this i would have to go to therapy on Mondays so DM decided to switch the days to Thursdays which everyone could also do.
We started a new campaign and me and another player decided our characters would be intertwined. They played a character who had been royal and after the usurpation of their throne, they were on the run. I played the loyal knight who would defend them til my death. We made it VERY evident that I would protect them til my death, with no hesitation, and would defend them from any action that could cause them harm.
A fight broke out in our party and the hothead started coming after the exroyal. In character, I put myself in between the two and verbally told them to stop or else I would make them stop. Hothead character escalated and pushed mine and then threw something at the exroyal. Of course, irl we all were laughing and having fun, except the DM. The DM was trying to get everyone back on course.
Now, I could have decided to ignore this and go towards the obvious direction the DM was trying to steer us. But my character would NEVER have let a slight like that occur. So I didnt. My goal was to simply slash at the hothead, but got a nat 20. The DM CHOSE that I killed the hothead. That isnt what I wanted but I went with it and had the great one line of "take this as a warning for the rest of you".
The person who played the hothead was dying of laughter and didn't seem upset, they had a second character ready. Well, at the end of the session the DM asked me to stay behind. They told me that I was a terrible player and that every session thus far, I played the character instead of doing things that would help the newbies. I was also apparently annoying and "you shouldn't turn against those in your party". I told the DM I'm sorry they felt that way, but in my mind it wasn't intentional to kill the dude I simply wanted to like give him a warning. The DM said I was teaching the others bad morale and cooperation, and brought up me running during the oneshot and how I doomed everyone else and it was shitty. I felt bad apologized and said I would think about what they said and then thanked them (that's the customer service representative in me lol).
Well the next week was the week prior to our break. I asked what time we were meeting and was told we weren't meeting this week by the DM. Okay that works. Well, turns out they DID meet. I found out after exroyal messaged me and asked if I felt better and what they can do for me. Apparently, DM told everyone I was having a flare up, when I wasnt. I am not a confrontational person, but I texted DM saying I didn't appreciate that they lied and DM replied saying that it was my fault for playing DND the way I did.
As a few of them messaged me individually, so I texted all the members individually and told them I was not sick and stated that DM had told me there wasn't a session.
Well, we decided to meet at my place and not tell DM. We didn't play DND but a board game. DM found out and started calling me an asshole and how they've been accommodating for me with my illness and the sessions, which they have. DM says they made one mistake and am punishing them for it. I have a lot of anxiety and do feel bad now... AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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