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drones-of-innocence · 1 year

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One Step Closer

O~o~O

“Well, I won’t keep ya any longer. The countdown is about to start. Let me just say, Mr. Mario, it was a real pleasure to meet you!”

Mario grinned and shook his head. “Please, Felix. Just Mario.” he couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up. Tension from the whole night trying to fizz up inside him like the spritz in everyone’s champagne flutes. “The pleasure is mine. I would love to get to know you better.”

Felix’s bright eyes shone with wonder under the sweeping, colorful lights. Such a look of pure admiration. Mario was admittedly alarmed by the amount of people who looked at him in such a way that night. Seizing his shoulder, Felix shook his head. “You’re not 'just' anything, Mario. Believe me. You’re one spectacular fella.” he beamed. Then, seeing Mario’s eyes flicker over his shoulder to glance at Sergeant Calhoun laughing over her drink with Princess Peach, he leaned a little closer with a conspiratorial look. “You know, I can see the way you look at her.”

The music began to die down in preparation for the countdown. Mario swallowed hard and blinked at Felix. “Look at who like what?” he choked, heat rising in his face.

With a kind smile, Felix shrugged with one shoulder. The answer was obvious. “She gives ya the honeyglow, don’t she?” he patted Mario’s arm in a brotherly way. Offering his solidarity as he tilted his head in the direction of Sergeant Calhoun. “I felt it myself for my dynamite gal. Still do. It sets you alight, huh?” he asked warmly.

Mario’s throat went dry. Was it really so easy to see right through him? Felix had just met him! The icy grip of panic shot through his veins. Could the Princess see right through him? Oh no. He didn’t have the nerve to try to deny it. With all the dresses and suits floating by, chatting over their drinks, all the eyes stacked up on his back like the precariously balanced hors d’oeuvres carried around on silver platters. “Some—something like that.” he agreed, forcing a big smile when the Princess caught his gaze and waved at him. He managed to wave back, and Felix chuckled.

“You’re a legend, Mario. Wherever you go, the spotlight follows. It’s a real privilege to know someone like you.” Felix’s more earnest look reminded him to take a deep breath. “I’ll let you be. Happy New Year, my friend.”

His hand left Mario’s shoulder, and he winked before he went to return to his lady. Sergeant Tamora Calhoun, the terrifyingly stylish war hero, who welcomed the embrace of her beloved with a pleased smile. Mario blinked. The pair somehow fit together like two pieces of a completely different puzzle that formed a new and more perfect image together. He let out a sigh. “Happy New Year, Felix.” he said to himself. More couples began to come together throughout the grand hall, headed toward the central attraction.

“Look at you, Superstar!” he jolted at the sudden weight on his arm, and turned to blink up at Princess Peach with wide eyes. “Both of them are just so lovely, aren’t they? He wants your autograph. I think everyone in this room does. How are you handling the spotlight?”

Faced with her sweet smile, Mario couldn’t maintain his own. A small group nearby pointed and squealed at him. “Ahi,” he let out, almost going to rub the back of his head before he remembered the painstaking time he’d put into styling his hair. “It’s…Different,” he admitted.

It never felt any less surprising. He had a reputation. Notoriety. People paid attention to his name. When he’d received the invitation to the New Year’s ball that year alongside Princess Peach, it was determined by a short session of the main Mushroom Kingdom council that it would be best for the pair to attend together, as dates. Much to his surprise. In that case, he and the Princess were to match. The royal tailor drew up several potential options for what he might wear. Luckily, they offered him some agency. They actually quite appreciated his suggestion for a salmon-colored suit, with maroon accents that the Princess could easily correspond with additional accessories to. The sparkles were a little showy, but it suited the occasion well. In the end, the process was fun, and Mario did sincerely enjoy escorting the Princess around the room and meeting so many new people. Her strapless dress really stole the show, even if she insisted that he was the one under the limelight.

She had said he looked “dashing.” That lingering thought hadn’t left his mind, making his chest feel warmer and more tingly than a sip of his martini.

But this wasn’t a proper date, not exactly. This was all a stage, a political display, and nothing more. While that thought injected a cold sting into the occasion, Mario wouldn’t let it waste the night. It was such a privilege to be seen with her, to match, to laugh and make new inside jokes together. And the way she clung to his arm, hardly leaving his side at all despite both of them being pulled away by old friends or fans, made his heart skip a beat.

“Big breath. Raise your glass and act like you’re giving a toast to that group.” she murmured, prompting him gently as she had done all night. She knew how to handle fame and attention. He did as she said, taking in a deep breath and bringing up his glass just as another group waved at them. “Good. Now, imagine I’ve said something mildly amusing to your delicate sensibilities. Like how that man over there looks rather like a grumpy Cheep Cheep.”

Mario had to stop himself from spitting out his drink. “What?” he asked, blinking up at her with wide eyes and trying frantically to hide his grin behind his glass.

Peach beamed. “There’s your winning smile,” she teased, reaching up to touch his face for just a moment. “Now, let’s go or we’ll miss the countdown!”

Oh, right. The object of the occasion. Mario collected himself, still trying not to laugh. And frantically trying to ignore the new heat in his face where she had touched him. He offered his arm to her. Giggling in her sweet manner, Peach accepted his lead. He might as well have been on fire.

She really did set him alight. Mario searched the growing crowd, but he couldn’t find Felix.

All the glowing colors, the buzz of the room grew with anticipation until it was nearly electric. Still, Mario couldn’t really focus on much besides the Princess who held his arm with such relaxed familiarity. He couldn’t see the countdown; everyone else seemed to tower over him. But it must be getting close. He could hear excited murmurs, secretive whispers, hushed questions. Eyes flickering toward him.

The lights went dark. The crowd was fixed on the center of the room, and then the next moment they were all fixed on himself and the Princess. Mario blinked at everyone’s smiles suddenly facing them. His empty glass was taken by a waiter who disappeared just as fast. Peach pressed in closer, sensing the pressure. “Oh,” she hummed, surprised.

20…

Mario swallowed hard. He could hear pieces of their conversations. “...Kiss? Do you think they will? Isn’t it exciting? I wonder if they’ll kiss?” his eyes widened.

He looked up at Peach. She looked down at him, equal alarm in her eyes.

15…

The murmured numbers gained volume as more people began to chant the countdown. Mario gulped and went stiff when he realized he could hear the word “kiss!” being softly suggested along with the numbers.

Everyone was staring at them. Everyone was expecting them to bring in the new year with a kiss. Didn’t they know that he was just her guard? He wasn’t really her date, not like that! Surely, everyone knew. He had thought it was obvious; a plumber like him clearly didn’t belong next to someone like the Princess. Something stuck in his throat. This must be so humiliating for her. He didn’t want to dare to look back up. The heat crawled up his face, the attention coming down on him like blistering sunlight. A bead of sweat formed on his temple.

Peach stood closer still, reaching for his other arm so that they stood together under the attention. Mario didn’t even realize he’d rested his hands on her waist until she got his attention with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder.

10…

He whipped his head up to look into her eyes, ready to jump away from her. However, the Princess had a strangely placid, mysterious regard for him.

It wasn’t distaste, or disgust like he feared. He couldn’t read her at all.

9…

“It’s been a long year, hasn’t it?” she asked him.

Mario blinked. “...What?” he answered, intelligently. “Ehm. Yes.”

8…

She gave a soft smile, but it was the smile that hurt his heart because it somehow looked slightly sad.

7…

“I’m very grateful for you. I want you to know that you’re always the highlight of my day.” Peach smiled and averted her eyes.

6…

Mario’s eyes widened.

5…!

He could have sworn he saw her cheeks flush. “You’re so special to me, and to the Kingdom.”

4…!

Her eyes seemed to shimmer under the low lights, bringing him under her trance. “I couldn’t ask for a better guard to have at my side.”

3…!

“So I guess what I’m trying to say is…” Her hands came up to touch his face.

2…!

She leaned down. “Happy New Year, Mario.” she whispered.

1…!

Fireworks. Peach pressed her lips to his. A soft, lingering kiss. The hall erupted with color and life. Deafening cheers. Mario couldn’t hear them. He couldn’t hear anything. Her floral perfume washed over his senses. All he saw were fireworks behind his eyes, like bright flaming bursts in the sky. His heart pounding like explosions.

He could have sworn he felt her smile into him.

She pulled away, and he had to blink himself out of the night show in his head. Flashing lights. Cameras. Thrilled cheers. Clinking glasses and couples kissing all around. Mario’s face must have been as red as his suit. Peach’s cheeks were about as pink as her dress.

They stared at one another. Mario couldn’t look away. Colored lights washed over her, the smooth curve of her shoulders and the elegant stretch of her neck. Banners drew up as confetti fell. The music returned, lively and energetic, as the room around began to dance. And they stood so still in the middle of the chaos, as if they were the eye of the storm.

Though, Mario felt like anything but. She kissed him. She kissed him! And it wasn’t like the friendly peck on the cheek she’d usually offer after rescuing her. No, there was intent behind this kiss. He realized he hadn’t let go of her waist.

Her hands were still on his face. Her thumb traced his cheek. Her piercing blue eyes fell away from his. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.” she spoke in a low voice, only for him to hear.

He had to will himself out of his stiffened state. “N—no. It’s okay.”

There was no way he would be able to explain that he’d never had a New Year’s kiss before. Or that he was so deeply in love with her that her kiss had ignited a wildfire inside of him that he wasn’t sure could ever be quelled. He wasn’t sure if it was pleasant, or if it hurt.

The attention still fell on them. Both of them had forced, plastered smiles.

Of course. It was for the crowd. That was all.

They were there to entertain, and nothing more. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound like he was in pain.

Peach nodded. “I would love to,” she agreed quickly.

He drew up her arm to rest on his shoulder, and adjusted his hand that rested delicately on her waist. They interlaced their fingers with the same shy grasp. He held her close and they swayed in time with the sprightly music. He didn’t want to look into her eyes; he was afraid of what he might find if he stared too long. They had practiced the steps so many times that he didn’t even have to think about it. He missed those sessions. Her laughter and smile were never strained.

They moved so naturally together. He wondered if she could feel it, too, or if she was ruminating in her head.

Through the buzz of the crowd, the attention having finally shed off their backs, he spotted Felix and Calhoun again. Lost in one another. A private conversation. Felix was pressing Calhoun’s hand against his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss her palm.

His eyes flickered up and caught Mario’s. He grinned, and made a motion with an invisible glass for a toast. Calhoun shot him a knowing grin.

A blazing impulse welled up within him. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, or just his own intrepid venture. Mario thoughtfully turned Peach’s dainty hand over in his own, observing the way they fit together. His gloved hand was so much larger than hers. The way she clasped him felt intrinsic. He wondered if one day, they could be like that reformed puzzle that Felix and Calhoun were. Two mismatched pieces finding a home in one another. He ran his thumb over her knuckles, before bringing her hand close to his face.

He glanced up at her, daring to look into her eyes. “Happy New Year, my Princess.” he murmured, and pressed her knuckles to his lips. A tiny kiss.

Peach parted her lips and took a sharp breath in, staring with wide eyes. Her cheeks flushed a lovely rosy shade. And she smiled, more radiant than any fireworks or flashing lights. When he pulled away, she was the one to renew her grip on his hand.

They shifted one step closer. She didn’t let go of him for the rest of the night.

O~o~O

The Mario household lay in a quiet stillness at 3:27am, only briefly interrupted by some clattering before all fell silent again.

Clean dishes stacked in the kitchen. A blanket thrown haphazardly over the couch. Luigi came out of his room, rubbing his eyes, and discovered a glittery suit jacket across the arms of a chair, and, upon further inspection, his brother laying on the floor.

Bowtie loosened. Dress shirt untucked. A hand running through his already disheveled hair. An anxious habit of his.

Wordlessly, Luigi came to sit beside his fallen brother, hugging his robe around himself.

Mario shook his head, muttering to himself without opening his eyes. He let out a long, heavy sigh. While this was typical behavior for his buzzed brother, who’d probably had his share of martinis as his drink of choice, Luigi raised his eyebrows when he noticed a distinctive swatch of pink across his brother’s lips.

He bit back a smile. “Un bacio?” he asked. A kiss?

Mario groaned and dragged his palms down his face. “I don’t know.” he mumbled, muffled into his hands.

Ah. Luigi nodded sympathetically, seeing the crease Mario’s brow. He patted Mario’s chest. “A heart that hurts is a heart that beats,” he reminded him softly. Something their mother used to say.

Watching the Princess and his brother dance around their feelings could be painful. But if Mario was really overthinking a direct kiss like that, he imagined it would be okay, eventually. But in the meantime, his brother would be hurting. No matter what he did, in his goofy head, he would never be good enough for Peach. But Luigi saw the way she looked at him, too. If only their feelings weren’t such a mystery to each other.

At least it seemed they were one step closer to knowing.

O~o~O

Inspired by @elitadream's gorgeous New Year's post! I also had One Step Closer by U2 playing on repeat while I wrote this 😆

Here's to the new year 🥂 Whether this is a moment of resolved change for you, a step toward growth or greater happiness, or even just another evening, I wish you all the best! 💖✨

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sbk-zgvlt · 1 year

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So random question, but how you think Diasomnia would find out about how Sebek almost died in the Harveston Event. Especially if they were to hear it from Someone else who was at the event and not Sebek

Anon I am so insane. You have no idea what monster you've unleashed.

Now, before I was going to answer this I thought hmmm who would've been able to tell what happened to Sebek to Diasomnia? Epel was a cross out since he wasn't really close to any of them, Jade would be the type of person to NOT say anything at all, and Idia is. Idia.

I originally thought to go with Jade since he's also silly like that when I thought of the most amazing thing ever.

...the RSA STUDENTS TELL DIASOMNIA.

They're the right type of people who would try to be acquainted with Diasomnia (Silver most likely) during school events AND be a healthy amount of "concerned for the NRC student who almost died during our sled race :(("

What's MORE funnier is that it's going to give us a LARGE time gap between the Harveston event and the time Diasomnia finds out about Sebek as RSA x NRC events are common, but not so much that they see each other every month.

Im thinking they approach Silver, as he's the most approachable of the bunch. Maybe Shelpie finds him asleep, and being a sleepy guy himself, settles next to him.

Neige and Lilia find them and converse for a bit, Silver slowly waking up as they do. The rest of the dwarves trailed after Neige, so theyre just sitting around as well.

Malleus arrives and most of them get spooked, but Lilia reassures them and he's able to join in on the conversation. Dominic is just doing the thinking pose the whole time because hmmmm these guys kind of remind me of someone!!! And he snaps ahis fingers and goes:

"Are you guys friends with the green-haired guy who almost fell off a cliff during our sled race?"

And Diasomnia IMMEDIATELY snap their heads towards him. Silver is now fully awake. And the other dwarves go "Oh yeah that guy!!! I hope he's okay now its been a while :(("

And Lilia tries to reassure themselves because "surely it was another nrc student right!?!?!? Maybe they mistook jade's hair color for green or something."

Shelpie chooses that moment to yawn and stretch, then say, "oh heyy are we talking about sebek" "oh yeah thats his name!!!!" And diasomnia are in fucking SHAMBLES

Neige can see them getting more panicked by the second, and he tells his friends to stop because "they look like theyre about to get seizures 😭😭"

And the dwarves panic as well and they try to reassure them saying "dont worry that was months ago!!!" "WHAT" "errr he was able to grab onto a branch before he could fall!" "WHAT??" "His sled is DESTROYED though" "WHAT!?!?!??!?!"

#sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #harveston event #twst internet sensation au

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slightlymore · 4 years

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part of the ‘soulmates collection’

(slytherin) doyoung x (ravenclaw) fem reader

others: (gryffindor) haechan | renjun mentioned like once

warnings: oral f and m, penetration, unprotected, marking m receiving, body possessiveness in a magical way (? i made this up lol I hope its not that weird. like the plot point is a little cringy but I found it hilarious as I wrote it so I hope you don’t get mad at me when you discover what’s it about lol); a lot of bickering and insults; swearing

words: 9.5k (lol)

requested by anon that wanted academic fights turn into mad sex aha I got inspired by that to make a longer fic with more depth to it (if it's alright) hope you like it! this is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written so far!!!! 👀👅👀

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As the rays of the sun hit the announcement board, your eyes darted on the pages filled with small characters.

A little crowd of people started to chatter behind you, trying to see the ranking sheet as well, but no one dared to come close enough to push into you - the Ravenclaw Prefect.

“Renjun? Whose dick did you suck to get 6th?” a voice giggled before a loud smack transformed the airy laugh in a dramatic “ouch”. “Lee Haechan, I swear I’ll-” but you didn’t get to hear the rest as your vision got suddenly blurry with rage and your ears started to whistle when your shoulder got bumped forcing you to make a few ungraceful steps to the side.

“What’s that face for, YLN?”

You tightened your fists.

You could have recognized that annoying voice in a thousand others: Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect and the person you hated most in the whole universe.

“Ah, right,” he hit his fist on one palm turning his head with fakely widened eyes. “You’re second place. Again.”

You hated Kim Doyoung and everything that had to do with him.

His voice? Hideous.

The fragrance of the fabric softener on his clothes? Repugnant.

His favourite dishes at the cafeteria? Revolting.

His favourite authors? Idiots.

Everything reminded you of him and one time you had a literal meltdown in a supplies shop as every notebook and pen has been seen in his backpack at a certain point.

“I see that manners are still very difficult for you to master, Kim,” you spit out his last name.

Doyoung laughed. “I apologize profusely for not following useless societal rules such as manners the way your finite mind intends.”

An echo of little “ohh” surrounded you but abruptly stopped as you threw a venomous glance at the little crowd behind you.

“Is this what you’ve been doing to get in the first place? Not following the rules?” you cocked an eyebrow at Doyoung.

The tongue inside his cheek moved around for a few seconds before he crossed his arms on his chest and got closer until his feet clashed with yours.

You didn’t step back.

“Is this an accusation?”

You pursed your lips as if thinking and Doyoung let you put on the little theatre act before he could hear your “Maybe?”

A single dry and unamused scoff came out of his lips as his eyes stared you down from head to toes.

“So you’re resorting to - this?” he gestured vaguely. “You’re that bitter that you couldn’t keep your first place for two whole semesters now?”

“Oh? It hurt so badly the first time that you kept track of it, baby boy?” you cooed.

The new nickname threw him off for a split second and although he was quick to come back to his usual expression you noticed it and you smiled triumphantly.

The crowd was collectively holding its breath.

He opened his mouth to say probably something stupid as usual when the voice of the professor interrupted you and the spell got shattered.

“Come inside little roosters. Preserve that energy for the class debate.”

Previously silent to not miss a single exchange you had with Doyoung. everyone suddenly started to chat while making their way inside the classroom.

You both still didn’t move a single muscle, your eyes still trained on each other like predators. “I said-,” the professor clicked his fingers between your faces, “-come inside.”

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“I can’t fucking believe this.”

Your university was overall a good place with good and proficient rules. You followed them all and you enjoyed it. But there were also a few rules you suddenly realized you hated. Like the “your seat in the study room will be your seat for the rest of the semester and whoever seats in somebody else's seat during the year, said somebody can slash their shins”.

You would have loved to see Doyoung sitting at your place. His long legs could use some kicking. But unfortunately, something even worse happened.

He was sitting right in front of you.

“Why are you here?” you added, throwing your bag on the desk in front of him and making a few of his papers fly on the floor.

Doyoung sighed seeing his stuff gently falling around and raised his eyes with the most venomous smile he could pull off.

“The Gryffindor gentleman over there-” he indicated towards his previous’ semester desk, “took my seat so I had to find another one.”

You followed his pointed finger and spotted Lee Haechan in the midst of popping a chewing gum bubble.

He winked.

You rolled your eyes.

He made an obscene gesture revolving a tongue in the cheek and hand motions.

You returned the favour with your middle finger.

“And you had to sit here of all places. You let a Gryffindor snatch your place.”

Doyoung licked his lower lip before taking it inside his mouth for a moment.

“Miss ‘manners’ and miss ‘following the rules’ is mad that I, mister ‘fuck useless rules’ and fuck ‘useless manners’ didn’t smack a boy in the head to get a desk?”

You breathed in slowly and exhaled before you could scream at him.

“I don’t want to see you every day in front of me.”

Doyoung pinched the base of his nose before speaking.

“Listen, I also don’t want to see your face this close every day for a whole semester but it is what it is. All the other seats are taken. Stop whining or go and suck Lee’s dick to get his desk instead.”

You scoffed incredulously and plopped down with force, ignoring the boy’s sighs as the movement made some other papers fall.

"You're insufferable,” he whispered.

"I am insufferable?" you stopped taking the books from your bag then suddenly dropped the heaviest one, making the whole desk tremble.

Doyoung looked at you then smirked. "You're in a worse mood than usual. Is it because you couldn't reach the top?"

He leaned in as if about to share a secret. "Are you frustrated that I'm always in your mind 24/7?"

His dark eyes looked like two abysses and suddenly you felt like falling into them. Then he blinked once, slowly, and you blinked too, the sudden silence chatter of the study room bringing you to the surface.

Fuck Slytherins and their weird-ass magnetic eyes. You wanted to smack him in the fucking face.

"So I see you keep wanting to be ridiculous as always," you replied but you both realized how soft your tone got.

You cleared your throat - don’t talk to me anymore! it said - and you opened your books, eyes unable to look at Doyoung's face.

He got the hint and leaned back into his seat amused, playing with his pencil. It rolled on his fingers, then on his knuckles and when he placed it on the desk with sudden force you jolted.

"If you want to surpass me, stop staring at my hands and get on studying."

Doyoung had to slide away with his chair for you to not reach his throat and choke him.

_____

"So do you want to choke him with his tie or do you want him to choke you with his tie?" "I want to choke you." Haechan smirked. "I'm not sure I'm into that stuff but we can try it out." "I can't believe you did this to me." "Ah come on. Everyone is having fun. He's having fun. You're the only one taking it too seriously." "I am not taking it seriously. I'm just annoyed every time I see his face. 'The best option is to reinvent yourself'" you mocked Doyoung's voice during philosophy class. "You can reinvent the world first. What kind of selfish nonsense is that?" "Slytherin nonsense. But still, he had good points to his discourse- ahi." "Go and be his friend then." "I would, but I'm stuck here with you because--ahi."

"You're always getting hit, Lee," that voice interrupted your discourse.

You rolled your eyes and breathed out so heavily that for a split moment you thought someone transformed you into a horse.

"Hit on, by girls." "I will hit you too if you don't leave my desk," Doyoung smiled peacefully. "Well," Haechan got up slowly, "I wouldn't mind that either."

Doyoung bit his lower lip amused and to your absolute shock he winked at your friend. Haechan laughed and left you two alone.

"What was that?"

Doyoung sat down ready to get to work. "Huh?"

"Were you friendly just now?"

Doyoung blinked at you as if processing the question. "Yeah? I am friendly usually."

"Why are you not friendly with me?"

Doyoung's expression suddenly trembled on his face like a mask. He looked up surprised and for a split moment, he appeared weirdly younger, with his open lips and wide eyes. You stared at each other for a few seconds and it was the first time you didn't feel like opening up his guts.

But then he smiled and it all got back to you. "Because I hate you,” he explained.

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The ball was okay. A normal ball just like all of the other boring balls you were forced to attend each start of the semester. No alcohol, at least not offered from the university but definitely offered by the older students. All said students dressed well, but following the decency rules which led to boring outfits.

Your red dress was the boldest thing around and Ravenclaw cheered upon your entry in the Grand Hall.

A cool Prefect? Yeah, you had to be one if you wanted to beat Kim Doyoung.

At the moment everyone liked him more since he let his people smuggle liquor into the university but you weren’t about to fall to such low standards to win.

But food? Hell yeah.

It was not illegal and everyone wanted to have pizza instead of finger food made of hell knows what.

“Y/N, if you continue like this, I’ll probably fall in love with you,” a random dude smiled, helping himself. You smiled back at him, glad that cute guys wanted to talk to you.

“Well-,” you started, ready to bat your eyelashes, but the guy suddenly jolted, the piece of pizza he was holding literally flying from his hands and landing on his face instead.

You yelped, bringing your hands to your mouth in shock, staring at the way it slowly slid from his nose down on his impeccable white shirt.

“Shit,” he threw the pizza away on the bin at his right and made his way through the crowd with spicy tomato sauce in his eyes.

“You got all kinds of pizzas and not my favourite topping,” Doyoung suddenly materialized near you with a dramatic sigh, scaring the shit out of you. “You!” you turned your head to him and pointed your finger at his face. Doyoung stared at your fingertip then at your eyes. “You did that to the guy just now!”

The boy blinked at you as if you were crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shook his head but when he took a piece of pizza and started to munch on it, one hand waving at you and walking towards his friends, you noticed the way he smiled.

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A few hours later, people were scattered around the campus, most of them in bed “sleeping”, some of them actually already sleeping since it was almost morning.

The prefects were still in the hall, wrists twisting and eyes annoyed at the chore of having to clean up after the ball.

“It’s going to take you only half an hour, my children,” the headmistress chuckled brightly. “You’re prefects for a reason. Other children don’t have your advanced magical power and would end up cleaning for a whole day. Responsibilities. Am I right?”

“She could clean in 5 minutes yet here we are,” the Gryffindor prefect mumbled after she left, leaving behind an obnoxious perfume cloud.

If the ball would have at least been fun, it would be different now, cleaning while at least being a little euphoric.

But not only was it the most boring and uneventful party ever, you also had to do Kim Doyoung’s part since he was as slow as a snail.

“Get your shit together. We can clean much faster if you get your ass up,” you stared him down with hands on your hips.

Doyoung looked up at you from the chair he was sprawled on, one hand to sustain his head, the other twisting while his finger lazily transported a flying bottle of beer across the room.

“I am working.”

You scoffed. “You’re the best at object moving. If you wanted, you could also finish everything in 5 minutes.”

The boy tilted his head to the side, suddenly focused and amused. “Are my ears failing me, or did you just compliment me?”

“If you need my praise to do your job, then yes, Kim, you’re very good at this type of magic.”

Doyoung chuckled happily and got up. With a smack of his lips, he rolled his wrists and all the trash disappeared from the floors and tables appearing into the trash cans instead. The Hufflepuff prefect whistled, impressed, and the Gryffindor sighed upon realizing he had worked his ass off for nothing.

You put your tongue in your cheek annoyed but also secretly happy he actually did it. “Floors.”

Doyoung took out his tongue in the most annoying habit he had. Your eyes involuntarily darted towards it and he smiled.

“You’re such a snake when you do that.” “Okay, crow. Deal with your floors yourself then,” he passed you and walked towards the exit.

The other prefects already left, too tired to deal with your bickering and probably relieved that someone else could clean up much faster.

You stared at his back, annoyed, then twisted your wrist to pull his body back towards you. His black jacket moved as if a gentle breeze blew across him and Doyoung stopped.

“Wait, sorry-” he laughed and turned around, his voice echoing in the gigantic empty room ringing inside your skull. “-were you perhaps trying to do-” he twisted his wrist and you yelped, feet dragging across the pavement as if your body was being pulled by an invisible force until you clashed on his chest, “-this?” he finished.

Your hands were up on his shirt and for a few moments your brain couldn’t think anything besides, first, how good he smelled, and second, it was the first time for you to actually touch each other.

“If you’re so good at this, then clean the floors as well, so we can finally go.”

He stared you down.

“Ask nicely.”

You scoffed incredulously. “I’d rather clean it with my own hands than do that.”

He smiled. "You want to kiss me so badly, Y/N."

“I-- what? Are you drunk?”

“Why are you so flustered?”

“I am--not-” you grabbed the hand he raised to cup your face, “flustered! I am appalled.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Breathing has never been a difficulty for you and you’ve always laughed at main characters in books talking so extensively about air, but at that moment, your hand still holding Doyoung’s one, your chests pressing against each other and his eyes, fuck, you actually started to slightly pant. What was wrong with him?

“If you stopped using your snake powers-” “This is no power. It’s just you being attracted to me,” he finally cupped your face and this time you didn’t move away. “Check on it. You can pull away.”

He was right. But if that wasn’t some slytherin doing then you were probably going crazy because you saw your hands move almost on their own on Doyoung’s shoulders.

Then you actually leaned in and he met you halfway.

Your limbs were trembling when he brushed his lips on yours and to your surprise, they were warm and soft.

Then he pulled you even closer and you whined for no reason besides your brain yelling ‘this is so nice!!!! we love dopamine!!!’ at you.

And you sought for some more.

When you licked his lower lips, Doyoung’s hands had a tremor on your waist but he was quick to adjust to your sudden burst of passion with the same energy.

Of all the things that you anticipated that night, making out with Kim Doyoung was definitely not one of them. Then why you felt relieved as if finally doing somethig you’ve ached to do for so long?

Did he want to kiss you?

He was currently kissing you at that moment?

Absurd.

Yet there you were, panting and desperate for each other, unable to stop drinking each other’s breaths.

“I’m taking you to my room,” he whispered and the look in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before.

____

Suffocating.

You were suffocating as your breath was taken away from your lungs at Doyoung's every touch on your back.

First your neck with his cold knuckles, then your spine to reach the zip of your red dress. He opened it slowly imitating the pace of his soft lips on your jaw. And when the fabric fell to your feet you turned around, your arms quick to pull him into a messy kiss, while his hands fell on your hips, pushing you towards the silky bed.

You sat down and got quickly on your knees to be able to reach his face again.

Doyoung, standing near the edge of the bed, closed his eyes when you drifted your attention from his lips to his neck then chest, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin every time you made a button pop open. His abdomen twitched every time and when you reached his navel you palmed his torso up, enjoying his shaky breath when the shirt fell off his shoulders.

A little chuckle coming from you made him look down at your sultry face, the hue of the red lights and lit candles dancing on your skin. Then he stared at his own body. Dozens of kisses adorned it in the colour of your lipstick.

"If I can't mark you, I can at least do this," you raised one eyebrow at him, hands gently dealing with his belt. "Who said you can't mark me?" "Hm?" you opened his pants zip and you could have sworn that Doyoung's eyes flickered. "You really want to go around all covered in hickeys?"

The boy smiled and cupped your face, his thumb slowly caressing your lower lip. "Do it where it can't be seen then."

So you let your tongue out on your amused lips and leaned down to reach the skin above the waistband of his underwear. Your tip wetted his skin making his take in a deep breath. "Is here alright?" you whispered against his warm body.

Doyoung's hand found his place on your nape and you took it as consensus, gingerly taking his skin inside your mouth and sucking on it. A red spot already started to form and you sucked again near it, and again, before suddenly placing a kiss on his clothed bulge instead.

Doyoung drank air through his teeth at the unexpected touch and his fingers got to your shoulders, pushing you into the bed before your legs could wrap around his waist.

His tongue inside your mouth was as delicious as the silk your body was rubbing against. It made its way down your neck then chest and when it reached your perked nipples your knees buckled and you grabbed that red silk with your fists. Little soft whimpers escaped your lips and they became louder as Doyoung's fingers got between your legs. They scratched the lace of your panties and you lifted your hips as he dragged them down. The boy, then, palmed your skin and placed open kisses on it from the ankle down and every touch closer made you lose a bit of your self-control.

You really were about to fuck Kim Doyoung.

What kind of sick and twisted situation was that?

Were you bewitched?

Did he do something to you?

But when his lips reached your dripping core, tongue quick to collect your juice, it didn't matter.

If this was the consequence of you getting bewitched, you wanted it to happen every day. And you told him. You hand gripped his hair and your back arched, profanities quickly spilling out of your chest. Doyoung cupped your ass, pressing his thumbs into your flesh and you let your thighs drape over his shoulders.

Why was he that good? It honestly offended you to find out that Kim Doyoung aced pussy eating too besides everything else.

And when he stopped to breathe, you saw his eyes and his juicy lips.

It was the sexiest view you’ve ever seen in your life so you yanked his head toward your face and he obliged with a panting smile.

Making out while his long fingers pumped inside of you was the highlight of your university career, and you cared about the curriculum a lot.

And when he curled them upwards, touching spots inside of you that made you lose vision, you were ready to beg him to do it to you as often as possible.

"Cumming- I'm--ah-"

Doyoung got back between your legs and added his tongue to the action again.

It was too much.

His books flew from his shelves as you reached the highest climax of your life.

He chuckled, peppering your shaking body in soft kisses. “I thought you weren’t good at object moving.” You breathed heavily a few more moments before finally finding your voice again. Doyoung reached your lips and you shivered upon feeling his hard cock resting between your legs. He stared at your expression as he lightly hit your oversensitive clit with its tip then rubbed himself between your folds with a sigh. “You’re the one good at moving, so please, move.” The boy bit your lower lip, stretching it out a little before sucking on it, one hand to cup your hip and the other grabbing the silk near your head. He got you so wet that he didn’t need much to easily slip inside of you. He cursed with heavy breath and you wondered if your nails were leaving marks on his back skin as he moved his hips.

You didn't have Doyoung only in your brain like usual, thinking about him day and night. You finally had him physically so deep inside that you thought you were about to lose your mind.

So this was it, the sweet overwhelming sensation of being in the present instead of chasing something in the future.

It was just like everyone described it to be, everything.

But it wasn't a moment in time or space as you’ve anticipated. It was a person and that person, you realized, was Doyoung.

If your mouth wasn’t busy spilling his name out of it inside his soft lips and if his hums didn’t make your whole being vibrate, you would have probably laughed at the destiny.

"You are, so fucking, hot-," you whispered breathlessly, eyes barely able to stay open to drink in his image. "So you admit it. You think I'm sexy," you could see his smirk even in the red darkness of his room. "I wouldn't let you ram into me like this if I thought otherwise." "Oh really? And yet I was here thinking you were doing charity since 'no girl would want to make my dick wet'." You chuckled before the sounds could get interrupted by your high moans instead, the frustration that phrase gave to Doyoung translating into his hips thrusting even harder. "I take that back." "Are you trying to say that you want me to slow down? You can’t take this?" "Oh, no, I love how you're fucking me as if you hate me." "But I don’t actually hate you”, you wished to hear at least for a split second but no word came out of the boy's lips, his hips slowing down instead as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

It was as good as his fast thrusts, his strokes so fluid and deep it made you grunt every time he pressed into you. He was so good that it irritated you.

"You really like to do the opposite of what I want, huh?" "Yeah," his voice inside your ear made your skin get goosebumps. “I love your frustrated expression and mannerism.” "Ah, shit-" you dug your nails into his back as the bed started to creak. "A good girl like you swearing like this? Who taught you?" "It's your influence." "Am I turning you bad?" "Yeah. Every time you're around I want to do bad things and I have no idea what's going on." You didn't expect to be that honest but Doyoung's intimate presence was like a drug, making you feel so high that you were ready to get twisted by him in every way he wanted.

No. You desired it. You wanted Doyoung to play with you and for once you would not resist it at all. You would beg for more.

And when he actually took you there, in a place where your thoughts did not exist anymore, where only his touch grounded you, the hand that pushed you over the edge and the one bringing you back up, you did just that. You asked for more, shaking uncontrollably on his luscious bed and he did what you wanted. For once he granted every wish you had and even beyond that.

_____

Your desire to leave his room that night was not as strong as you anticipated.

Doyoung arms didn't want to let go and you didn't fight him at all.

Sighing, you got back to his chest and didn't comment on the way he tightened his hold on you. If this wasn’t the way people-that-hate-each-other-but-like-to-weirdly-fuck-for-some-reason behaved, it would be a concern for your conscious mind and not for your fucked up one.

His scent was inebriating and if you didn't know the way he could make you feel, you would have thought that it was the highest form of aphrodisiac.

And maybe it was actually making you feel high because under your lids you could have sworn that the room slowly changed colour.

You opened your sleepy eyes and stared at the wall behind Doyoung’s shoulder, blinking hard.

It was dark blue, almost black, with a myriad of little bright lights.

The candles went out and the room did get dark after Doyoung rolled over breathless, his cum dripping slowly on your thigh, but you were pretty sure there were no stars before.

And when you shifted to rest on your back you almost choked on your own spit.

You weren’t looking at the night sky.

No. You were inside the sky.

Purple, whites, yellows and pinks all melted together to form galaxies and cosmic dust.

No roof, no walls, no pavements, just the bed, Doyoung and you in the middle of everything.

Your fingers dug into the arm Doyoung had thrown across your chest and perhaps you made some type of sound because the boy opened his eyes to stare at your profile. “Do you like it?” he murmured. Your head snapped towards his face and his eyes reflected the infinite little lights as if he held two other universes inside of them. “How is this possible?” He smiled sheepishly. “Slytherin rooms. They change based on the owner’s mood.” You felt your mouth open on its own. “This is your doing?” Doyoung hummed and closed his eyes again, pulling you towards him to hold you like before. You let him place his chin on top of your head and breathed in his scent yet again.

“So the red room?” “I was horny.” You smiled. “And how do you feel now?” “A little less horny. If I’m not careful you’ll see a whole star engulf us soon.” “This is so unfair. We don’t have such cool rooms.” “Or maybe you do but being Ravenclaws you’re all thinking of boring, brown looking rooms.”

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see you and gently, you placed a hand on his chest, close to your face and above his heart. You could feel the calm and peaceful beats in syntony with the night sky. To know that inside that boy’s mind could be such beauty made your heart not beat as calmly as his heart did.

You had no idea what you were doing, hugging so intimately with your sworn enemy, and maybe it was the romantic vibe that made you do it since there was no rational explanation to any of it, but you raised your face to meet his lips.

And you just kissed him. Slowly and softly, barely brushing them with yours.

Doyoung opened his eyes for a moment, as if surprised, but upon feeling you pressing yourself on his body he closed them again and pulled you on top of him.

The universe didn’t change, although, when you let your tongue inside his mouth, slowly, as if having all the time in the world at your feet, the stars flickered and got brighter.

“Are you trying to see a star up close? I can make it happen without you rubbing yourself on me,” he smiled on your lips. “What happens when you suddenly lose control?” Doyoung’s pupils trembled and the room started to shake. You knew it wasn’t real but you still jolted and looked around terrified. “Let’s find out.”

_____

"I, saw, you, leave, with, Kim, Doyoung, last night," Haechan chanted teasingly as he sat down with his breakfast tray.

You wanted to keep a poker face but your facial muscles weren't under your control so you smiled.

"Oh!! Look at her! Oh my God. So- wow. Okay. Okay," Haechan tried to compose himself. "Is he any good?" he leaned in lowering his voice.

You sighed and nodded. "So fucking good."

Haechan squealed and hit your shoulder before wrapping it with one arm and wobbling you around.

"Stop it!" you hissed amused. "Everything hurts." "EVERYTHING HURTS! So he's got a monster cock."

"Shut up!" you pressed your hand on his mouth scandalized as Doyoung made his way inside the cafeteria with his friends.

You breathed in slowly and just as slowly you exhaled, trying to relax. Haechan made an effort to appear calm as well. "Sup, Kim." You smiled.

The other boy looked your way as he walked behind your table. "Hey, Lee," then he turned to you. "Y/L/N."

And left.

Just like that.

He looked at you for one second and continued on his way to the Slytherin tables.

No smile.

No acknowledgement.

Cold just like before.

As if nothing had happened.

You stared at his back, feeling your limbs heavy like stone. Turning around slowly, you grabbed your fork and started to eat in silence. "Hey." Haechan lightly bumped your arm with his shoulder. "He's probably just feeling awkward." You munched slowly and took it as an excuse to keep quiet. "Hey, come on." "What?" Haechan sighed. "You can say that you're disappointed that he-" "I don't know what you're talking about."

_____

For the first time, instead of feeling rage inside your gut, you felt anxious.

Doyoung was in front of you, face almost hidden under his hair as he typed into his computer. He greeted you as he usually did before the, well, before you let him see the deepest parts of you, figuratively and physically. But after that single “hey” no other words came from his part.

It wouldn't have been that weird if only a few hours ago he didn't kiss your lips in heaven.

When you woke up that morning, the night sky wasn’t there anymore. At his place were clouds. White fluffy clouds in the middle of a pink sky.

It was breathtaking and you felt like flying.

And he did kiss you softly.

And now he acted as if you weren't even there.

Maybe Haechan was right. Maybe he was feeling awkward. It's not like he could suddenly act lovingly in front of the whole campus. You were still enemies after all. And maybe you were also right.

You've just fucked. It's not like you started to date. He had no obligations towards you.

Yet, when his fingers drew your spine and his sigh caressed your lips, it didn't seem just fucking to you.

Was Doyoung like that? Was that his personality? Was he doing that to all the girls he brought into his room? Making them cum multiple times and showing them his soft side? Was that a well-plotted plan? Was he trying to hurt you?

You were ready to let him do whatever he wanted to you the previous night, yet at that moment, under the bright sunlight of the study room, you felt sick. It was a weird feeling. It grabbed at your throat and travelled down to your heart making it difficult for you to breathe.

You trusted him with your feelings and you let him see your vulnerable side.

Did he laugh? Was he feeling triumphant now? Did he win a battle against you? He had you on his palm? Because, God, he did have you on his palm now and with only a twist of his wrist he could get you into his arms again.

And you would have let him.

You hated it. You fell so hard it hurt everywhere. You were dizzy and confused and you couldn't look at him anymore.

_____

It was easy to avoid Doyoung for the following days. It was almost too easy as if he was trying to avoid you too. So walking towards the library you jolted hearing his low voice inside one of the classrooms. You stopped in place and after a few seconds of thinking you peeped inside. Then you gulped and hid under the door window.

He was resting his hips on the professor's desk, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed on his chest. In front of him was standing one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen.

She was talking with a peaceful tone and Doyoung suddenly laughed. You got up and quickly walked away.

_____

"How the fuck would I know?" the girl asked.

Doyoung rolled his eyes. "Your dad designed them. You must know more than me."

"Listen. We're the only house with mood rooms because we're the only people who can control their emotions. It's not my fault you're a terrible Slytherin and your room has been pitch black for the past days."

Doyoung sighed in irritation. "What the fuck does that even mean though?"

"Usually mourning."

The boy shook his head. "No one died."

"Then it can be a general pain. Or confusion," the girl explained.

Doyoung raised his gaze on her. "What would I be so confused about?"

She shrugged. "You're the only one that can know. Chill out maybe and stop thinking when you're inside of it. I'll ask my dad how to turn it off and I'll let you know. Now leave me alone, I'm busy," she said and left the classroom.

_____

"Hey," Doyoung said. "That's my pencil."

You looked down at your fingers and furrowed your eyebrows.

"No. This is mine."

The boy sighed. "I can sense it's mine."

"I legit bought it yesterday. And what are you? A psychic? 'I can sense it's mine'."

"I'm a Slytherin. We're snakes. Everything I lick is mine. And I can sense that's mine."

Your mouth opened slightly and you waited for him to laugh but Doyoung remained serious.

"That has to be a joke."

"Okay, keep it. It just makes me feel giddy when things I own are used by other people." "Because you're selfish." "It's a real sensation. I know when something I licked is being used by somebody else," and he raised his eyes on you. You stared back and the weight of his words made your throat close.

I hope it doesn't work with people too, you wanted to ask, but the noise on your left interrupted you.

"Can I talk to you?" the same girl from a few days ago suddenly made her appearance near your desk. Doyoung looked at her surprised. "Yeah." "Bring me to your room," she ordered.

_____

You shouldn't have been there.

It was useless and it would only make you further lose your mind.

But your feet descended the Slytherin corridor, nose following the trail of the girl's perfume until arriving at Doyoung’s door.

You remained still for a moment and after a few seconds of indecisiveness you suddenly turned around going back.

That was too creepy. You had absolutely no reason to be there. If Doyoung wanted to fuck that girl, so be it.

But then you stopped again.

Fuck.

Just, just a little glance. Just a tiny little glance. Just the colour. Just to be sure.

You didn't turn around to actually see anything. With your back towards the door, you twisted your wrist, doing the most illegal thing one can do inside the campus - transparency spell. A tiny portion of the wall disappeared at your silent command and you could see the red hue spilling outside of it on the dark pavement at your feet.

It was enough and you barely saw the stairs when you got out of the basement.

_____

"You weren't lying when you said it's pitch black. It even absorbs magic light."

Doyoung sighed.

The girl presumably turned around because Doyoung heard her voice more clearly when she spoke again.

"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. Sit down somewhere and relax."

The boy let himself fall on the carpet with a grunt.

"Close your eyes."

He obliged even if he could have let them open too for all it mattered.

"Now, think of someone of your choice."

Doyoung's mind automatically drifted towards you and the room besides being dark, felt suddenly very cold as well.

"No, okay, Doyoung, change the person." "She's the only one I can think about." The girl sighed. "Well, at least we know the reason for all of this. God, it's so fucking cold, try to not think about anything for a second!"

"It's hard, okay?"

"Okay, fuck. Think about her but imagine something else. Think of a good memory you have with her."

Doyoung sighed irritated and furrowed his eyebrows even more. "I don't think this is going to work."

But when he let his mind imagine your panting expression underneath him, a slight red hue started to create from the floor going up to the walls.

The girl exulted. "Yes! Don't stop. Continue thinking about that!"

Doyoung opened up one eye as the girl exulted again and he could finally see the furniture in his room.

It was a dark red, not the bright red he actually had his room painted in when he held you into his arms, but enough for him to not get a headache 24/7.

"Well it's not like I can think about--that, every time I need to be in my room, can I?" he got up.

The girl knew what red meant and she chuckled.

"Don't you have any other good memory with her besides fucking?"

The room got bright red.

The girl laughed even harder.

"Ah, shut up." "Hey, I helped you out." "Barely," he plopped on the bed and put his face into his palms.

It could have been considered a gesture coming from embarrassment if the lights didn't start to get dim again.

"God, you're really all over the place, huh?" she sat near him. "What happened? Is she your ex?”

Doyoung sighed and directed his gaze upon an indistinct point in front of him. Maybe he was tired, or maybe it was the dark room and the fact that Doyoung didn’t even remember the girl’s name, making her a safe stranger, but he whispered.

"I made a mistake. I thought she was into me so-- fuck, I went down on her."

The girl made a surprised sound but waited for the most important part.

“Well, she’s not into me, but I am.”

"You're so stupid!"

"Yeah okay, thanks."

"We're Slytherins! It's not like we don't give head because we're prude, it's to prevent this! You horny dumbass." "I thought she liked me! I had no idea she'd- fuck someone else right after!" Doyoung grunted frustrated and fell back on the bed, the room getting to the pitch-black from before.

The girl let the silence calm him down a bit before talking.

"I am sorry. I had things used by others but I don't know what it feels like with people."

"It's not necessarily painful but- knowing the reason, it's just-"

"Yeah. You just have to let her go so the bond is receded. Like with things, you know?"

"It's easy to let go of a thing that's yours. How can I manage to let go of her?"

The girl sighed and remained in silence.

_____

You had no idea how you managed to remain seated in front of Doyoung that morning.

His complexion was paler than usual and his eyes were very tired. As if he didn't sleep enough last night. Or at all.

You had to breathe in and out slowly to ease the pain inside your stomach.

"You look terrible."

Doyoung's dark irises under his low lids made your skin crawl when he looked up at you.

"Is someone keeping you too active to get enough sleep?" you asked again, trying hard to get back to the tone you both were used to before.

The boy tightened his lips in a mockery smile. "Yeah. As discussed, I have no problem keeping my dick wet."

"Well-," you frowned with a raised chin, your lips forming a pout for a moment before you forced them to keep the poker face, "-I started to see someone lately too."

He looked unbothered. "As in dating or hallucinations?"

You ignored his comment.

“We’ve already been on three dates,” you lied.

“And you’re telling me this because-?”

You shrugged. “Conversation.”

“I hate small talk.”

“Is there something you don’t hate?”

“Silence. And smart people, which given your latest test results, you’re not.”

You had no idea what it was.

You and Doyoung had always called each other names, insulted each other’s intelligence and the sorts, yet at that moment, maybe because of your failing tests, the alignment of stars or the fact that you were actually in love with him, you burst into tears.

It took Doyoung a few good seconds to realize that you were wailing in front of him.

“Hey?”

He crouched on the desk to be able to see your face from underneath your arms. You hid it even more.

“Y/N,” he lowered his voice. It was as soft and delicate as when he whispered your name under the sky.

You suddenly took your stuff and ran away from the study room.

_____

Doyoung was slowly but surely losing his mind.

One day, two days, three days and you were still nowhere to be seen.

His room has been different shades of grey, which was better than black but now the walls had water running on them and the floor was constantly wet.

Altogether, not a good time.

“Holy shit, are you that depressed?”

Doyoung raised his eyes from the book he was reading before rolling them so far up that Haechan thought they wouldn’t come back anymore.

“What do you want?”

The Gryffindor took a step inside the room with hands behind his back and took a lazy stroll to where Doyoung’s dresser was crying. “Your flowers are all dead. Throw them away.” “They keep appearing every time,” Doyoung started to read again, the little line between his eyebrows showing how hard he tried to understand whatever the pages were trying to say but failing.

“I’m here because it’s boring to not have you yell at Y/N in the study room as always,” Haechan spoke again nonchalantly, fingers rubbing against each other, as to get rid of the imaginary dust they collected from Doyoung’s furniture. Given the situation, the room probably made up piles of mud as well.

"Who's the guy?" Doyoung suddenly asked.

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows. "What guy?"

"The one she's fucking."

The other blinked at him surprised.

"You mean, Kim Doyoung?"

The Slytherin's eyes widened and Haechan saw how he looked with flushed cheeks for the first time in his life.

"Aw, come on. Of course, I know everything."

"If you know everything, then tell me who the fuck this guy she's been fucking beside me is!" Doyoung got up from the bed.

"There's no other guy. What are you talking about?"

"Fuck, I felt it how he touched her and it drives me crazy!" Haechan opened his mouth to talk but jolted, eyes staring at Doyoung’s arm extended to hit the wall behind his head expecting to see a dent in the hard brick from how much force he put into that.

"Is it you?" “Uhm? What the fuck?” "Answer me." "Okay, first of all, take a step back."

Doyoung leaned in even more and Haechan gulped.

"Okay! Okay, gosh. No. There's no guy fucking her as far as I know."

"Where is she?" "I don't know." "What kind of friend are you if you don't know it?"

Haechan crossed his arms on his chest. "Am I seriously getting scolded on friendship values by Kim Doyoung right now? You that made her cry in the common room? You that made her rest her weapons in front of you just to see you treat her like scum? After using her? We don’t have mood rooms but we have things like hearts and mouths which we use to, you know, ask other people how they feel-" "I don't have enough patience and you know that."

Haechan breathed in and out before finally opening his lips again. "She's in the dorms. Obviously. Where the fuck would she be-"

Doyoung turned around on his heels like a tornado and walked towards the towers.

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Haechan told the other boy's back but he wasn't sure he heard him.

_____

She doesn't want to talk to you.

Fuck it.

Doyoung knew he was self-centred and he knew that your absence had something to with him but for once he really wanted to be wrong.

Used you? You really thought Doyoung used you? When you used him and then got somebody else to touch you like that?

Fuck, if Doyoung were in his room at that moment it would probably resemble a killing storm.

"Hey, you can't be here," some random guy stopped him as Doyoung stepped into the Gryffindor common room. "How did you even enter-"

"Shut the fuck up."

Doyoung looked around, eyeing all of the different doors and chose left, venturing down the corridor, for once - and cringingly so - listening to his heart.

Haechan was right. You didn’t have real mood rooms but he could physically feel the energy of each and one of them with his heart.

He knew it was your door before even getting close to it, the feeling coming from it making his blood boil in his veins just like he would feel when you were around.

With a twist of his wrist, he tried to open it but it didn't work.

"Are you seriously trying to barge into a girl's room like that, Kim?" a scandalous voice said behind the door.

"How did you know it was me?" Doyoung placed one palm on the wood.

"Only you could force open a door without even knocking," you replied. "And the spell is made for you specifically, so I know."

The boy rested his forehead on the door and closed his eyes. "You were waiting for me."

The silence on the other side made him sigh. "Open up. Let me talk to you."

It got even quieter than before. "I wasn't waiting for you. You had no reasons to come," you finally whispered.

Doyoung twisted his wrist and the door in front of himself vanished from his eyes. Apparently, you didn't anticipate he'd be able to use the transparency spell since you didn't even preoccupy yourself to block it and he could tell you didn't even sense it, so concentrated on your thoughts. From your perspective the door was still there and, previously leaning against it with your back, you rolled on it now and unknowingly imitated Doyoung's position, foreheads almost touching if not for the layer of old wood.

"What do I have to say?" he asked, looking at your face. He saw how you bit your lower lip at the sound of his voice and the genuine sadness in your face made him even angrier at the whole situation. "You don't have to say anything," you finally replied.

Doyoung's jaw muscles tensed.

"Please, please, open this goddamn door."

The intensity of his voice made you raise your head and your senses got sharp again, feeling the energy he put into using his spell.

With the twist of your wrist, the door flew open and you finally saw Doyoung's face.

"You used transparency," you suddenly looked furious. “You know you can’t do that inside the university.” "Fuck, I was," he stepped in. "What if I was naked?" "Nothing I haven't seen before."

You rolled your eyes. "You make me so frustrated."

"I am making you frustrated? Then what about me, huh?"

"What would you even be frustrated about if you don't even care about me? You tease me and you insult me and then you make love to me like a desperate man and then you go back to being your selfish, deprecable self. What is this? Why do you keep playing with me? Is it fun? You find it amusing to see me like this?"

Your words completely floored him.

"I can ask you the same thing. I can feel it inside my chest when someone else touches you and it drives me fucking insane. I made a mistake and I gave in thinking you had some feelings for me and that I wasn't just a fuck toy you could use one night and throw away."

Your mouth fell open.

He could feel it? He could feel you? So you did belong to him?

"This is crazy. You hid something like this from me! Now you have access to what's going on with my body without my consent!"

"I had no idea I was in love with you, okay? It has never happened to me before. I don't want to know either when someone else eats you out! I just- you’re here hiding in your room and crying as if you have feelings for me or something when you let someone else-" he stopped.

You looked at his reddening neck and closed eyes.

His breath was shaky and you realized how you've never actually seen him angry or upset before.

"No one has done anything to me, Doyoung. Unlike you, who fucked that Slytherin girl after showing me the fucking heaven. Did you do that to her as well? Sweet talk? For what? Is this your hobby? Making girls fall in love with you?"

The boy shook his head in confusion."What are you talking about? There's no Slytherin girl."

"The one that had the urgency to see your room?"

He pinched the base of his nose with a grunt of realization. "She helped me to figure out why my room was pitch-black and why it's currently grey with wet fucking walls."

"Oh yeah? Because to me, it looked very much red."

"You've been spying on me?"

You huffed and sat down on the bed like a child when they're found guilty but they're too proud to admit it. "You used transparency just 5 minutes ago too,” you justified yourself as if you were equal now.

"And did you see me fuck that girl?"

"I didn't want to actually look inside like a creep! But you were pretty much horny. The corridor got all red."

"I was thinking about you! And now I’m also thinking about you and I’ve been thinking about you all of these days and months and probably all of these fucking years since I first met you.”

Your brain felt like mush.

"Then you knew? You treated me like that because you liked me? Only children tease the person they like."

"I didn’t know. I had no fucking idea before. And apparently, I am a fool for not having realized before and fuck, perhaps I’m a child as well then. I’m insecure. Because I wanted you to think about me too. And perhaps you don’t even remember but I’ve tried to be nice to you before and it didn’t work. But you started to give me attention when I made you mad. It was easy and playful and I saw how you often smiled when I turned my back to you and- fuck, I got hopeful. That you’d start to feel the same.”

“I do feel the same, for fuck’s sake! I am in love with you.”

Doyoung swallowed dryly. “Then why-”

“It was me.”

The boy furrowed his eyebrows.

“That morning after I left your room I took a shower, and-,” you looked around as if trying to find the courage to say what you had to say, “- I was thinking about you, so-”

Doyoung understood before you could finish the phrase and you saw his face fall.

“Wait, is it possible? Even if you do it?”

You scoffed incredulously. “You’re the Slytherin here. Until a few days ago I didn’t even know you had magical spit making you feel whatever I did to my own pussy!”

Doyoung closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if he needed a moment.

“But I researched it when you told me about the pencil. It has to do with some weird-ass Slytherin shit where couples own each other’s bodies. Most people find it hot to know when the partner is-” you cleared your voice as it got suddenly tiny from talking about that shameful topic.

“So no, I did not let anyone touch me. If you were smart enough you would have noticed that it didn’t happen anymore after you treated me like shit.”

The boy looked as if his soul left his body.

The silence engulfed the whole room and you avoided each other’s eyes.

But then it got disrupted by his movements. With slow steps, he walked the space from the middle of the room to the feet of the bed where you were sat down.

With weak limbs, he let himself down on his knees in front of you and slowly he let his face fall into your lap.

Your breath fell short. With trembling hands, you caressed his nape, lightly as if afraid to touch him, then his hair, patting it gently.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a fool this whole time. Like, I am so stupid.” His voice was muffled by your clothes and his arms wrapped your waist even more while saying it.

“You’re the smartest person I know. But you could’ve just asked instead of assuming.”

He shook his head. “Yeah. Hey Y/N, so I can feel inside my gut that you orgasmed hard just now. Who did it? I thought you liked me.”

He raised his head again, his hair messy on the forehead, eyes lit up by the sun coming from your big windows and violent red cheeks. He looked young and vulnerable and suddenly the whole situation seemed so ridiculous that you laughed.

“I am sorry,” you chuckled and cupped his face. “You’re right. It was a weird situation. We should work on communication. And you should work on not being so insecure.” “You also assumed I fucked a girl just because I was talking to her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay. We both have to work on that, alright?”

He sighed relieved seeing you smile.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about that whole thing before. But I swear, I had no idea my feelings for you were that deep.” “Does it not work with mere crushes?” He shook his head.

"Well, do you know what I want now? For you to obtain my forgiveness?" you asked. "Me to kiss you." You flicked his head. "You will never drop that attitude of yours, will you?" He smiled even more. "I love to see you like this."

“I want something else,” you explained. Doyoung turned his head to the side. “Me eating you out?”

“Oh my God! No!” you tried to get away from his hold but he pushed you back on the bed and crawled beside you. “But that pussy is mine-” “Shut up!! Don’t say that ever again! You still need to apologize some more for that. Now I can’t even masturbate.” “You don’t need to masturbate if you have me.” “I fucking hate you so much.” “I love you too. So what was the thing that you wanted?”

“It’s just-- it’s unfair. So I-- also want to know.” “You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. “Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.” “Even if I’m not a slytherin?” “If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.” “Pants off then. Now.” _____

Haechan walked through Doyoung’s room with a chuckle, trying hard to avoid all the flowers that suddenly started to grow tall until reaching the ceiling.

With the corner of his eyes he also noticed the way all of them started to turn red and with a disgusted face, he moved faster, exiting it and closing the door behind him.

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storyofmychoices · 3 years

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Uma ahi (campfire*)

*Please forgive me if the title is not translated properly. I checked a few different places and that's the best I could find. If you have a better translation please let me know.

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] [Keiki Lahela]

Characters: Bryce and Keiki Lahela Book: Open Heart (prequel) Rating: General/Fluff Word Count: ~700

Synopsis: Bryce and his friends are having a bonfire to celebrate their upcoming Senior Year of High School on his family's private beach when Keiki decides to join them.

Prompts: S'mores ~ @choicesaugustchallenge ; OPHSY Replay @choicesbookclub

The warm golden blaze of the bonfire illuminated the private beach. Long shadows of the rowdy teens danced across the dark sand, moving in time with the music pumping from the Jeep parked off to the side.

Bryce leaned back, resting against a driftwood log. He tossed his head to the sides, shaking his long hair behind his shoulders. He watched the distant waves trimmed with moonlight crash along the shore.

One more year, he reminded himself. One more year, and then he'd be free. College on the mainland would change everything. He'd finally be able to be himself, independent of what the Lahela name brought with it.

His distracted gaze was quickly pulled back as a small figure appeared in front of him.

"Keiki? What are you doing here?" He looked back toward the large house up on the hill behind them. The silhouette of a person running frantically moved in their direction. "You can't wander out here alone at night."

"Shelly and I couldn't sleep," explained the three-and-a-half-year-old. She rubbed her eyes softly with the back of her hand.

"There you are." Her nanny breathed heavily, out of breath. Her voice was stern. "You know better than to leave like that. Let's go, right now."

"I want Bryce." She folded her arms across her chest, a pout forming on her lips. Her large brown eyes glimmered in the low light of the fire.

Bryce sighed, the voices of his friends nearby fading away. "What if we make a s'more together, and then you go back up with Nanny?"

Keiki held her plushy sea turtle to her ear, her eyes glancing toward it momentarily before meeting her brother's once more. "Shelly says okay."

He stood, offering his sister his hand before guiding her over to gather the necessary supplies. They circled the flame, looking for the best spot. Finding one, he sat down in the sand.

Keiki crawled into his lap, gently placing Shelly, the sea turtle, beside them, in perfect view to keep an eye on them.

Carefully, he helped her put the marshmallow on the stick. "Together?"

She nodded happily, grabbing onto the stick.

Bryce couldn't help but smile as she watched the flame in awestruck wonder. As much as he hated being home, she was his shining star, burning bright in the darkness—the only thing his parents had done right in a long time.

He rested his head against hers and placed his hands safely over hers, leading her movements. The pair watched as the white marshmallow swelled and bronzed with the warmth.

"Okay, now pull it back."

Keiki did as he instructed, standing to her feet and blowing on the golden orb. "Mmm." She licked her lips, watching it closely.

"Not so fast!" Bryce chuckled. "You still need your chocolate and graham crackers."

"It looks so nummy." Her eyes widened further, her mouth opening.

"We're almost there." He placed a piece of graham cracker on either side of the marshmallow, sliding it off the skewer. He added a square of chocolate in the middle. He blew on it for another minute, making sure it wouldn't be too hot for her mouth. "Here you go."

"Mmm—" she practically salivated as she wrapped her hands around the tasty treat. She took a huge bite. Crumbs trickled down the front of her pajamas while her mouth became coated with a light ring of chocolate. "So good!" Her words were mumbled, lost as she continued chewing the gooey dessert.

"Don't talk with your mouth open," her nanny instructed from the side. She shook her head in disappointment. "You're a mess. We're going to have to start all over now."

"Sowwy." She apologized, still talking while she finished. "So good!!!"

"Look at you!" Bryce laughed. "Come on." He scooped his sister up in his arms.

"Don't forget, Shelly."

"How could I do that?" He bent over, retrieving the stuffed toy. He took some water and a towel and wiped her face and hands. Then, he brushed the crumbs off of her. "Good as new! Now, back to bed!"

A soft yawn slipped from her lips. "Bye, bye, Bryce. I love you."

He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "I love you too, Keiks."

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. For more Bryce and Keiki childhood stories, scroll to the end of either of their masterlists (linked above).

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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✨Let me save you✨

Summary: Tom is your best friend and he’s currently in a relationship. His relationship was extremely toxic as she was possessive and controlling, but things escalate when you find out she’s abusive as well, mentally and physically.

⚠️⭕️WARNING: abuse is a topic in this story so if that is a trigger, please don’t read! Language and sexual content included.

‘ I’m on the way’ you texted to your best friend Tom Holland. Tom had invited you to dinner to celebrate the release of his most recent movie ‘ spider man- far from home’. You were extremely excited. Ever since he got into his relationship with Sarah freeman, you were seeing him less and less. He would always tell you ,

‘ Taylor made plans’ or ‘ Taylor doesn’t feel good’. His excuses to ditch you always involved Taylor. She didn’t want to share him even though you both had been friends way longer than their relationship. To say the least , you hated her. With a boiling passion. She was stuck up, spoiled and snobby. Anything she wanted, Tom had to jump up and get it or she would pitch a fit. You hated for him. You honestly didn’t understand why he stayed.

But for tonight, you were going to be as nice as you could to her so you didn’t jeopardize your chances of seeing him. You grinned as you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring the dress Tom had gotten for you last year. It was for your birthday, 9 days before he made it official between him and Taylor. It was right around the chest, making your breast stand out, but flowed out some towards the bottom, stopping just above the knees. It fit your frame so well.

You had finally made it to Toms dinner, his brothers and his parents there as well. You are more than upset though because you never could get one time alone with Tom to ask him how he was doing because she was always standing right by him. almost threw out the whole dinner she made it all about herself, not once did you hear her complement Tom on his new job she would just keep speaking about what she was doing for herself or what Tom bought her. you could see that he was just happy to have everyone there because he was so locked up all the time because of her. She didn’t want him around anyone without her self.

“ when are you going to come over Tom ?” Asked looking over at him. “you’ve got to see the theater room I created” you beamed excitedly. It wasn’t much, it was just a projector in an empty room with bean bag chairs and blankets laid out. You even had a closet full of DVD’s and snacks.

“ oh you finally did it? “ he replied. You had always told him you were jealous of his built in theater at his home and that when you found you something bigger, you were going to get your own too. He had knew you had moved but he has yet to step inside your home. Of course because of Taylor.

“ yeah!” You beamed. “ you’ll love it!”.

You could feel the glare from Taylor though, at this point you had come to the conclusion she didn’t like the thought of any other woman being in Toms life, which was extremely possessive.

“ yeah I’d love that” he exclaimed with a sincere smile. Moments later Taylor set her fork down aggressively before standing up.

“ thank you all for coming to celebrate Tom, but I must go wash up” she said brushing the crumbs off the bottom of her dress. “ goodnight” she said before sticking her nose in the air, walking back towards their shared bedroom. You scoffed shaking your head.

What a fucking bitch.

The rest of Toms’ family got the hint and started to say their goodbyes but you weren’t going to let her win like that.

“ here I’ll help you out dishes up “ you said grabbing your dishes. He nodded before helping you pick them off the table. As you were scraping the eff overs into the trash, you heard Taylor calling out Toms name from the bed room.

“ I’ll be right back” he said before walking towards his room. You sighed heavily, sadness coming over you. It wasn’t fair for your best friend to be dealing with such a horrible person. She was so selfish she couldn’t even let him enjoy a mean with his own family.

“Hey y/n” Tom said walking up next to you.

“ hmm” you said not looking up from the plate you were washing.

“ you gotta go” he said softly. You knew what happened. She complained and whined until she got her way.

“ what do you mean Tom” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. You looked over at him and could see that he wanted to cry he was so upset.

“ please don’t be mad at me” he pleaded, he reminded you of an innocent puppy who’s owner treated him like shit. “ she just doesn’t feel comfortable with us being alone together any. “ he explained. “ she doesn’t know what either of our intentions are” you scoffed rolling your eyes.

“ Tom are you fucking kidding me?” Yoh snapped. You weren’t even being quiet anymore. You wanted her to hear you at this point. “ this is bullshit she can’t tell you who you can and can’t hang out with “ you said. You were fuming at this point. How dare she.

“Y/n I know I know I just-“

“ no Tom! Man up!” At this point his head was lowered , too humiliated to even look at you. You really weren’t mad at him. You were pissed at her. The disappointment in him for allowing someone to treat him like that was radiating off of you by now though. You knew he deserved better and so did he. “ this is not the Tom I know” you said, your voice lowering with each word. At this point you didn’t want to say anything else that might hurt him out of anger so you walked back into the dining room grabbing your stuff before heading out the door without even saying a goodbye.

You sat in your car for a moment contemplating on whether or not you should go back inside and apologize to Tom for the way you acted. He honestly didn’t deserve you snapping on him like that but your anger was towards her not him. but before you could even make your mind up, you heard yelling and even glass breaking inside.

“ oh my God” you said before jumping back out of the car, running towards the door. You started knocking really really hard, praying you got someone’s attention before things got worse. Everything went quiet for a second before the front door swung open. It was Taylor. She noticed it was you and push the door back to almost being closed to where you could only see her.

“ What do you want Y/N “ she spat out.

“ I thought I heard- never mind where is Tom?” You asked crossing your arms.

“ he’s unavailable Y/n I really think you should leave” she stated. She still hadn’t opened the door up, as if she was hiding something. “ and if we are being honest here, I really don’t think yours and Tom’s friendship is appropriate anymore”

Bitch what?

“ well with all due respect Taylor I don’t care what you think right now I want to know where Tom is” you snapped back . Seconds later you heard someone sniffle, as if they were crying. You quickly pushed open to door to see Tom in the living room on the couch. “TOM” you yelled, making him look up. You couldn’t believe your eyes. He had tears in his eyes with a wet wash cloth up ahi sat his nose, blood lover the wash cloth.

“ what the FUCK did you do to him!?” You yelled, pushing Taylor back with both hands against her chest.

“ y/n Stop!” Tom yelled but before you had even realized what you were doing , your hands were clenched in fists, swinging at Taylor. You were fuming, adrenaline pumping through your body as you kept swinging at her. She tried to fight you off by kicking your leg at you and pushing at your arms but to no avail.

“ y/n stop please!l Tom yelled while wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in the air off of Taylor.

“ you can fucking have him” she cried out while getting up, wiping the blood up off her nose . “ you’re fucking psycho!” She yelled at you before grabbing her purse and keys, running outside.

“ are you okay?” He asked brushing your face out of your hair while you tried catching your breath.

“ she didn’t even touch me Tom” you said looking back at him, dried up blood on the edge of his nostrils. “ are you okay?” You asked putting your hands around his face.

“ I -I don’t know what happened y/n” he said reminiscing back to their argument. “ she was just so mad and jealous and I told her I couldn’t do it anymore, that she couldn’t keep pushing everyone and way and she just snapped” he said running his fingers through his hair stressfully. “ I told her to calm down and she started shoving stuff off of the night stands. I mean she broke my lamp that my dad got me. and when I grabbed her arm to get her to stop she just .. she hit me” he said sitting down on the couch. He lowered his head down into his hands, his breath trembling as he tried to hold back the tears.

“ this is not your fault Tom. She was possessive and toxic as shit and I am so so sorry” you said hugging him from the side. You both cried together for a few moments in silence . He didn’t deserve a lick of this .

“ what if she calls the police, or-or tells the press” he stated frantically. You could tell he was panicking but you just grabbed his face making him look at you.

“ Tom look at me , it’s two against one. She hit you! You never touched her. Anyone and everyone who knows you knows you’d never lay a finger on her or anyone at that matter” you stated , rubbing your thumb against your cheek. “ I love you so much” your voice started trembling as you wanted to cry. “ I will never ever let another woman hurt you like that again Tom. I should’ve intervened back when she started showing signs “ you said shaking yourself .

“ this isn’t your fault Y/N it’s my fault for staying” he exclaimed trying to take the blame off of yourself.

“ no” you said sternly. “ this is all on her okay . Tom she’s a horrible person” . You quickly wrapped your hands around him, holding tight onto him.

“ I don’t ever want to lose you” he said softly, slowly pulling his head away from yours. “ you’re so perfect” he said staring at your lips. Before you could even think you leaned in , pressing your lips against his.

“ I-I’m sorry” you stuttered as you pulled away. He shook his head before leaning back in kissing you again. This time it was more heated than before. Your hands found there way through his hair, tugging slightly while your tongues moved along each others.

“ owe” Tom said breaking the make out session.

“ oh I’m sorry” you exclaimed , realizing you were bumping into his nose. “ cmon we’ll clean that up”.

he followed you into his bedroom towards his bathroom where you both had to step over the knocked over items and broken glass from the lamp.

“ sit” you demanded pointing towards the counter. Tom propped himself up against it while you used a wet wash cloth wiping away the dry blood from his nose. While you focused on cleaning him, you felt his hand trailing up the sides of your thigh, moving closer and closer towards your throbbing area. You felt shivers run through your body as his fingers glided so easily up your body.

“ Tom” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

“I want you” he whispered back, his hand now placed firmly against your heat. You gasped loudlyas you felt him rub upwards against you, causing friction that you didn’t realized you craved so much. “ please” he said before cocking his head to the side, his lips connecting with yours once again. You quickly tossed down the wash cloth before grabbing the sides of Toms face, while his moved to the back of your thighs. He quickly switched places with you propping you up against the countertop this time, his tooth brush and cologne falling off the the side. You only broke your kiss for a second while he pulled his shirt off over his head , only to connect lips again. You reached behind your back unzipping your dress as Tom kissed down your neck to your collar bones , sucking on the skin slightly.

“ Tom” you said in between kisses.

“Yeah”

“ your pants” you suggested while tugging at the top of his jeans .

“ oh “ he said scooting back before sliding down his pants and briefs. Your eyes wired as his thick long cock bounced back up against his stomach. Your eyes roaming his whole now naked figure in front of you. He had the body of a literal God. “ lift your hips” he said while tugging against yours . You giggled as he almost pulled you off of the counter trying to pull your dress and panties down your legs.

“ condom?” You questioned, looking around. He nodding before opening the bottom cabinet door, pulling a box of condoms out.

“ you ready?l he asked, lifting your legs up over his arms. You nodded quickly looking him in the eyes. You both moaned out loudly as he he slid himself in you only to pull himself back out. You leaned your back against the mirror as Tom went in and out of you at a rapid pace, your breast bouncing with each thrust. The bathroom echoed with moans and the sounds of your skin slapping together, the mirror steaming up from your hot breaths. You reached down, your hand on his abs as the muscles flexed with each thrust.

“ god Tom” you screamed out as one of his hands found their way to your clit, rubbing fast in circular motions. You could feel yourself getting close so you wrapped your legs around Toms waste, pulling him deeper. Watching you climax sent Tom over, his moan becoming deep and long. You both road out your orgasms before Tom pulled o if, tossing the filled condom in the trash.

“ wow” you beamed sliding off of the counter.

“ why didn’t we do that sooner?” He asked while getting himself dressed. You shrugged sliding your panties but up.

“ cause I wasn’t beating any of your girlfriends ass “ you joked looking back up.

“ well maybe there won’t be anymore girls “ he said making the conversation go from casual to serious. You furrowed your eyebrows together, cocking your head to the side in confusion. “ y/n you’ve been there for me through everything . “ he exclaimed . “ literally. You know me the best , you’re beautiful, smart .. you’re just perfect” he said grabbing your hands. “ I’ve realized no one can make me as happy as you do” he said pulling you close . You thought about it . All your past relationships never worked out either, you were never fully happy with them , especially not as happy as you were with Tom.

“ so what are you suggesting ? “ you said grinning.

“ be mine” he said. “ not just my best friend “

You thought for a moment, pretending to hesitate on the question , laughing when you realized he was becoming worried.

“ of course Tom”

******

Let me know if you guys want an opposite version of this, where you’re in the toxic relationship and he’s the best friend. 💖

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bleached-d-soul · 4 years

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Size Queen - Cuckquean: Chapter 2

for my friend @the-wayward-arc and all of you my dear readers!

Weiss made a mistake.

"Ugh, please, don't stop!"

She was raised on the belief that Schnees were always right. That they were people incapable of making a mistake by nature. Any deviation from the perfection was someone else's fault but never theirs. She was a Schnee, she could not make a bad decision.

"Harder, please, harder!"

So why was she being subjected to all of this right now?

She already apologized. She already accepted her place as a lowly miserable cuckquean. She hasn't been fucked in weeks. Jaune didn't even allow her to use toys or her fingers. Any and all pleasure she could have always came from her pathetically rubbing her swollen needy sopping wet cunt on any surface she could find. Provided that she was allowed to move, that is.

Most of the times, like right now, she wasn't.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" she watched Emerald cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm rocked her body. Her eyes followed the trails of thick semen that were running down the chocolate-skinned girl's legs. As if she didn't even exist as anything but the holder of sex toys for the two, they started making out. In their room. In her bed. How many girls had been fucked there already? How often had she been reduced to sleeping on the floor while her bed creaked under the weight of passionate and wild sex?

And how many times she wanted to rub her brains out to the sound of it.

"Hey, Schnee, come here and clean up for me."

Weiss stood back up fast and firm, her body shaking with need. Both Jaune and Emerald watched her with amusement as she made her way towards them. The viibrator Emerald stuck into her ass at the beginning of their session dangled helplessly, ready to fall any moment. Weiss felt incredibly pathetic as she forced herself to clench hard around the tip of the dildo in a desperate move to keep it inside.

Emerald promised her that, if she could hold onto the dildo till they were done, that she would be allowed to rub herself on Jaune's leg. That night when she watched Jaune and Vernal fuck like animals, something inside her simply broke. She was beyond salvation or repair. And without Jaune's presence, she couldn't cum at all. She would fuck and finger and play with herself for entire weekeneds without any result. Then Jaune would give her a firm but sharp slap across face and she was squirting like a faucet.

Which is why she was reduced to this sorry state.

For the chance to be used as a toy, she would suffer any and all humiliations and degradations. She played a good little stupid doggy for Jaune and Velvet. She was an unattractive twig-like model Coco dressed up into sexy lingerie to better show off her own ass and breasts. She cleaned off the bodies of twins from some club after they took a very heavy dose of bukkake from Jaune. She even had her holes used as a holder for Professor Goodwitch's crop.

She was everything and nothing at the same time.

And she hated how much she loved every second of it.

To have her pride shattered into pieces and stomped into dust. To have girls of lesser birth like Emerald and Malachites treat her like a two-Lien whore. To be paraded around Beacon on a leash with dildos stuck up her ass and cunt. All those who thought she was some Size Queen now knew better. Her social life was effectively ruined and she was but a toy for her betters like... Well, pretty much any girl not named Weiss Schnee.

As she approached the two, Weiss made sure to not meet their eyes. Unless they told her to, she was unworthy. One of the many lessons that were drilled into her disobedient stupid uptight cunt of a brain by days and days of education by her betters. She would always know her place thanks to them. Emerald and Jaune didn't even bother to look at her as she began cleaning Emerald's ass of any of Jaune's semen.

The moment her tongue touched his thick delicious cream, she froze. She wanted to savor it. Roll it around in her mouth, drinking in every bit of its salty and bitter flavors. But she knew better. She was not a woman or even a human when her betters were concerned. She was a toy. A tool who served her Master and Mistresses' purpose. And so she diligently ate the thief's ass, gulping down semen without a second to enjoy it.

"Oh, Schnee! Almost forgot, turn around."

Weiss did as she told, presenting her ass to Emerald. Only too late did she realize that she exposed her dangling dildo for the girl to easily yank out of her ass. Her body spasmed and she cried out in orgasm at the sudden emptiness in her tight little ass. Pitifully, she watched as Emerald held the toy in front of the heiress as if to remind her that she failed at something as simple as that.

"Now then, what was the punishment for failing, Schnee?"

Weiss looked down, barely restraining herself from crying from her sheer weakness and unimportance.

"T-Two more months of edging," she choked out, her body trembling in pain. She could already imagine the next months. "No right to cum."

"Good girl," with a sharp laughter, Emerald slapped Weiss across the cheek with the plastic phallus. Weiss groped her miniscule breasts as she tried to lap up some of her own ass juices like a complete degenerate. "Now scram, I don't want you around here when I am having sex with Jaune."

Needless to say, she wasn't allowed to take her clothes. So she walked out of her own room, naked and with derogatory words such as 'No Good Bitch' and 'Lousy Cunt Queen' adordning her body. A few weeks ago, the sight drew attention, with no end to scrolls flashing in her face. But nowadatys it was part of the norm. All guys knew she was all talk and no fuck. While girls enjoyed treating her like the piece of garbage and stress relief.

As she passed her way towards the room where she kept her spare clothesm Weiss wondered how long she could take this before she snapped. She needed more. She wanted more. She could enjoy the rough treatment. She knew she deserved nothing more or better. But she was so starved for good fucking. She didn't care if Jaune split her apart or fucked her brains out and, for the rest of her days, she would only know how to moan and beg for more sex.

She just wanted a-

"Oh, come on, Steele, don't be such a bitch!"

Weiss stood still as she tried to make herself as invisible as possible. Someone was in here. Steele, wasn't that the girl from Emerald's team? The one who always looked like she couldn't care less about anything?

"You know the rules, Onyxia. No fucking my man without my permission," Weiss watched as the dark-skinned punk girl glared at the silver-haired huntress. But to no effect. Suddenly, Steele's hand found its way into the girl's shorts and then right into her wet tight cunt. "You want Jaune's cock? You want him to make you so loose no man can ever fit in there properly? Is that what you want?"

Onyxia was the epitome of trouble. She was known to have started fights over presumed slights. Sometimes she didn't even need a reason. She was a bona fide bully, out there to cause violence for the sake of violence. And yet, as Steele roughly manhandled the shorter girl, Onyxia seemed to have neither strength nor desire to resists. Instead, she melted into a mewling mess. Kneeling down, she latched onto Steele's leg and started to plead,

"P-Please, Steele, I am sorry for being such a bitch to you. I promise I will do better! I will be better, just... Just give me another chance, please! I promise to remember who is in charge!"

Weiss' eyes widened. So she was in charge. She used to think that it was Vernal. Although her opinion was rattled when three days ago, she saw Vernal being locked in the same room as her for three hours of edging. Steele Black was the one Jaune was with. She was the Alpha of this harem. So that meant that if Weiss managed to secure position under her...

She would finally get fucked.

The thought sent shivers down her spine and right towards her needy denied pussy. She knew that Jaune wasn't capable of handling all these girls all on his own. She should have known that there would be someone behind it all. She wouldn't be surprised if it were Pyrrha or Vernal or that foreign student Cinder... But Steele? Weiss was genuinely surprised, quite impressed.

But more importantly, she was delighted beyond ahy measure.

Pyrrha was too much in love with Jaune to give him up to her. Vernal would be too territorial and a bitch to deal with. Cinder, from the few interactions they had, would definitely use her to gain access to Schnee influence and money. But Steele? Steele was an easy mark, Weiss was sure of it. The girl seemed uncaring about most of anything most of the time. And from what she observed, she was hardly one with an eye and a mouth for cut-throat bargaining.

This was almost perfect!

The plan began to brew in Weiss' sex-starved brain. Whatever humility had been drilled into her these past few weeks vanished in a blink of an eye as she saw an opportunity to gain the upper hand over all the girls. Jaune was angry at her and he would most likely not even want to fuck her. But if he loved Steele as much as she thought, then he would listen and do as she said. He would fuck her into sweet sweet daze. He would claim all her holes as his, making her impossible to satisfy for other men. Cover each and every inch of her body with his rich thick semen. And in time, he would grow to enjoy her. Want her. Addicted to her.

All she needed to do now was get Steele under her thumb.

"Just you wait, you stupid bitches..." With her pride back and stronger than before, the desire for vengeance came and burned bright in her heart. "Soon, it will be you begging me for leftovers. Just you wait...!"

She could already picture it all in her head. How much she would savor the revenge on all the girls for the humiliation and denial they had put her through. She would make them crawl. She would make them beg. She would put them through Hell and drag them back, broken and desperate. And in the end of it all, after they all suffer the same things they dealt out to her... She wouldn't let them even touch Jaune. If they would want him, they would have to settle for licking up his cold cum off the floor while she enjoyed one fresh creampie after another.

And they would love it all.

"Mistress, please," she pictured Vernal, bound to the wall. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping with need and despair. There was no more fire in those eyes. No more bite in her mouth. Only want and obedience. Readiness to do whatever asked in return for the briefest of releases. "Please, please, please, forgive this unworthy little slut! Just a touch! Please, just let Master touch me!"

Nope. She would enjoy fucking Jaune right in front of her though.

"Mistress! I completely finished all your chores! Look, look how clean and shiny the room is!" Emerald stood, dressed in the twisted version of a maid uniform. She had indeed finished all the chores in their room. It must have taken a lot of time. Especially with her arms bound behind her back and that plug up her ass. Still, the green-haired thief looked excited, wanting. She smiled a broken smile, salivating at Jaune's exposed cock. "I-I have been a good girl, right? I promise to keep being the good girl - no! The best girl! S-So please, may I lube his cock up for you? P-Pretty please, my Mistress?"

Weiss would smile at her. Dangle the opportunity right in front of her. Just before she kicked the girl out of her room and told her to quietly edge herself while listening through the door. Emerald would then break into tears. She wouldn't stop crying even as she edged her brains out to the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. She would make sure to watch the poor pathetic girl sniff at the sheets drenched in their sweat and juices.

She would leash all her teammates for their treatment of hers. None would be allowed to speak. Only mewl, moan and cry for release.

All the exchange students would be sent a daily reminder of what they could never have. She would have Jaune fuck them extra hard before they left for home. Just so they would never forget the taste of that magnificent cock and suffer every day of not having it buried in their pussies and asses.

She would personally torture Professor Goodwitch too. The woman would be driven to the limit with days and days of denial before being forced to serve as her glorified toys and clothes rack.

"M-Mistress, may I have him for just a few minutes, please? It is our wedding night, after all..."

And then, of course, there would be Steele. She could imagine it all finally end a few years later. Once they graduated and she had Jaune completely addicted to the taste of her superior body, she would have no more need for the girl that helped her get ahold of him. She would show her some kindness, of course. She would be even merciful enough to let the silver-haired girl marry the blonde. She would pay for the wedding and their home. Make sure they never had any trouble or want in life.

All the while continuing to fuck Jaune day-in and day-out!

Steele would watch her husband tear off the dress of her as a bridesmaid. And go down on her like a wild animal, driven only by lust and hunger for flesh. While she would have to watch it all, pathetically rubbing at her pussy in a wedding dress. It would be both the reward and the punishment. The reward for being kind enough to give her the chance to steal Jaune away. And punishment for having him in the first place.

There would be no more distractions.

No more doubts or hesitation.

She would prevail, taking the boy for himself once and for all.

Because Schnees were superior.

And superior always succeeded.

Steele rolled her eyes as she watched Vernal crawl back with her freshly spanked and fingered ass exposed for all to see. A shame, really. She did like the girl quite alright, all things considered. She wasn't as bossy as Cinder. And could actually relate about lots of stuff unlike Emerald, who would usually yammer on and on about Cinder. Or Jaune, lately. But as much as she liked the bandit girl, she wasn't going to give her any special treatment.

Give a finger, lose an arm and all that.

Ever since Vernal leaked that photo of her boyfriend's dick, there was no stop to the girls trying to take him away. He even had to get a second scroll to talk to her since his last one was being constantly bombarded with nudes of girls across Beacon. Which was really dumb of those whores since now she had another leverage to use against them if they got out of line.

Steele couldn't help but feel happy at that though. If someone was trying to take something from you then that meant it was something worth having. Worth fighting for. Not that she didn't know that already.

"We are assassins, brat," her bastard of a dad said once during one of his more sober moments. Him being sober meant he didn't miss when he hit or kicked her. That particular day, the beating was extra hard. After all, what right did she have to try and go to a birthday of a boy she had a crush on, right? "We don't have friends. We don't have lovers. We don't have family. All we have are useful tools and targets. So get that shit out of your head before I break it."

He made sure to drill that lesson into her head extra hard. No surprise there, of course. Mom ran off the first chance she got. Didn't take her with her, which earned her the title of a Total Bitch for the rest of her life. Perhaps dad's abuse of a training was a way to get back at mom. To raise their only daughter into the same merciless mercenary as him. Or maybe he was just a sadistic prick that got off beating the shit out of her.

She was happy that she killed him off. Seriously, what kind of idiot abuses their child while also raising them to be an assassin, anyway? But as much as seeing his lifeless body collapse onto the ground filled her with joy, his words continued to haunt her for years after that night.

She would never be a normal girl. She would never be normal, even by the standards of hunters. Huntsmen and huntresses were also raised to fight. But they would always fight Grimm first and other humans second. Her? She was raised to see everyone as a nuisance or a potential paycheck. She was trained to kill. Not out of necessity. Not because there were no other options.

She was raised to kill as the first option.

If someone paid her, she would kill whoever the client asked her to. If a person had something she wanted, she would kill them too. If a person was annoying her, she would kill them. Hell, she was trained to even kill out of boredom. A life would be cut short simply because she had nothing better to do that day. And it was normal for her. She no longer had nightmares or doubts. She could come home drenched in blood and doze off in her bed without anything tugging at her heart.

Dad told her she would never someone to love her. Someone whom she could love in return.

"Hey there, babe."

A gentle embrace. A hot kiss. And those warm eyes.

"Hey, Jaune."

She returned it all in return.

Her dad told her she would always be his daughter? A cold and unloveable murder machine?

Well, fuck him.

She was happy when she killed him.

She was even happier now that she had proved that bastard wrong.

Because she found love for herself. Not one born out of lust and boredom, even if it started as such. What she had with Jaune was sincere. Simple and primal, but no less beatiful and addictive. She had never felt so warm and safe before. Not when she was living with her bastard of a dad. Not when she killed him. Not when Cinder took her under her wing. But now she did. And she was not going to lose that feeling any time soon.

"So, did you fuck Emerald extra hard for me?" she asked, resting her head against his chest. A separate room just for the two of them. A small piece of the world that only they knew and lived in. She would have to thank Goodwitch for that later. "Think she is hooked on you now?"

Because she would rather listen to her praise Jaune instead of Cinder.

"I would have asked but she wasn't coherent enough to answer," he grinned wickedly. She loved when he did that. He was an adorable and loving pup of a boyfriend. So she loved it when he showed off his fangs to her. "Though judging how she was clinging to me, I would say, yes. Completely hooked."

Good. She let Emerald have him not out of the goodness of heart but rather with this ulterior motive in mind. Cinder, Emerald and Neo were already desperate addicts for Jaune's cock. Just not desperate enough to call off the attack on Beacon. Steele planned to change that though. She already convinced Neo to tie up that con woman Rowan. The little psycho was feeding her boss Jaune's cum these past few days and soon the mistress of theft and crime would be just another bitch under in Jaune's palm.

And once they had Amanda Taurus and her loyal underlings fucked into submission and collared, they would have the entire thing called off.

Her happily ever after was so close.

She straddled Jaune's waist, pressing her toned ass against his stomach. She could already feel the tip of his hardening cock. She made sure to look him in the eyes as she began to strip off her clothes. She hungrily drank in the lustful gaze. He turned to move and she stopped him.

"Jaune, are you forgetting who is in charge when the two of us are alone?"

Her voice was hard, but filled with passion and hunger. She loved him. She wanted him. And she always made sure he knew that.

With other girls, he was a complete and undeniable dom. His word was the law and his presence demanded obedience.

But with her?

He was the one under her.

"N-No," he whispered, breathing heavy as he laid back down. "Not at all, Steele."

She smiled.

"Good boy."

He knew the rules. She didn;t have to remind him. So she smiled as he laid there motionless but shaking with excitement as she crawled back, pressing her face against his bulging crotch. Having released his erect cock out of the confines of his pants, she playfully flicked its head. Her boyfriend winced, his face blushing deep red. Her favorite expression of his. Well, second favorite.

"I think I can still smell Emerald's pussy on you," she said as she took a whiff of his cock. The strong smell hit her nostrils and set her loins on fire. She played it cool though. With a click of her tongue, she continued, "That's no good. That rotten bitch should know her place and clean up after herself."

She dragged her tongue across his shaft, enjoying how much he shivered from it. Emerald would, of course, be punished later for that. She loved Jaune. And she was willing to share his cock with others. But he was hers and him having the smell of another woman on any part of his body rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps she should feed her some strong aphrodisiac and reduce her to the same sorry needy state the Schnee bitch was in nowadays.

Speaking of which...

"How was Schnee, by the way?" her fingers played around with the tip of his cock, the feeling of his thick precum making her want to gobble it all up there and then. "Did she beg you to fuck her after you were done again?"

It was almost a ritual by this point. Some girl would manage to get a permission to fuck her boyfriend. Jaune would take them up. And the Schnee would pitifully follow them wherever they went. Most girls enjoyed having the needy cuckquean watch and serve them, especially faunus girls who simply loved having a Schnee as their pitiful plaything for the night. And whenever the girls were not up for having someone watch, Schnee would be kicked out and spend the rest of the night fingering herself by the door.

It was almost sad.

"No, Emerald kicked her out," Jaune groaned as she began to give him a slow and gentle handjob. "I was surprised when I didn't see her with an ear pressed to the wall. Must hva egone off somewhere to rub her brains out."

But, as Steele said, it couldn't have happened to someone more deserving.

Weiss Schnee was the kind of person Steele would have hated even if she was raised in a normal family. Her family was rich as hell and she probably never knew what it felt like to want something but not be able to get it. Steele, who had to fight for every little bit of happiness she had in this life, hated Schnee for that. She hated her even more when she rejected Jaune like that in public.

Jaune wasn't anything more than an interest then. She didn't do crushed - not since the age of seven. She was bored and just teased the boy for the sake of it. But each and every time they met, he never stopped to inrigue her. He wasn't the strongest or the most vicious of a fighter. He was weak, in so many ways that she was surprised she spent time with him. But then she realized that it was his strong spirit that she found herself interested in.

She jokingly - though not entirely - asked him out on a date.

Only to get rejected because he loved Weiss. Not liked. Not fancied or wanted to fuck. He loved her. And, just like all else that he said, he said those words with sincerity. She hated how much it pained to hear those words. Well, whatever, she told herself back then. Not like she cared enough to be jealous or anything. She did, however, spit in venom that he could get rejected for all she cared.

When that happened, she felt awful. Not enough to angst or cry over, of course. But there was... something that she felt uncomfortable with. Something that made her seek Jaune out and offer him a comforting shoulder.

She wasn't sure why she did what she did next then. Why she kissed him and dragged him to their room. Was it pity? Just the frustration from work that she needed to release? Or was it that she saw it as her chance at happiness and love? It didn't matter then. So it didn't matter now.

"I love you, Jaune."

"I love you too."

She got her happily ever after.

Gods help any poor soul that was dumb enough to try and steal it away.

Weiss was in need of serious help. He had known that for the last few weeks ever since she decided to become his personal cuckquean. Even though he neither asked her to nor wanted her to do that in the first place.

Jaune watched the heiress come to the cafeteria with the air of pride and power she had seemingly abandoned weeks ago. Well, nothing good could come from it, he thought. And he was right when she approached Steele with the same fake polite smile and tone that she used when talking to Pyrrha at the start of the year. He used to think it was lovely. Now all he saw the selfish want for something she was denied.

"- and so, I am willing to offer you good money in exchange for making Jaune my exclusive sex slave."

Seriously, what the hell was wrong with her?

"I assure you, Steele, money is not all I offer, of course," Weiss smiled charmingly as she presented her with the image on her scroll. "My family has connections. Connections that could give you things normal people could never hope to receive. Like these."

Jaune got a glimpse of what Weiss was offering.

And he had to restrain himself from yelling at Weiss there and then.

"Proesthetics?"

Steele was quiet, her voice not quite angry or happy. It was the same voice she used when the two of them were alone. When she was hurt but refused to admit or show it. The topic of her legs was among the few things that were able to pierce through her usually iron-hard demeanor. Weiss crossed the line like that and for what? To get his dick that she couldn't even handle?

"Not just any proesthetics," Weiss grinned. "Those are the latest work of none other than Pietro Pollendina. I have seen what you work with and let me tell you, the tech that these ones have are beyond and above anything you might want. Speed, strength and even the function to store and use Dust! You won't find it anywhere on the market here. And even if you did, it would cast you a fortune."

She smiled, the same smile a predator showed its prey.

"So do we have a deal?"

"Sure."

"I see, in that case how about-"

Weiss froze, her expression impossible to tell. Somewhere between the shock and manic glee.

"Did you just agree?"

"Sure did," Jaune watched Steele whistle. "All the money and the new legs, huh? I really should start charging girls around here for Jaune's time."

Jaune wasn't sure what to make of it. Whenever the topic came to Weiss, his girlfriend hated even talking about her. And yet right now she looked as if she actually enjoyed time with her.

Their eyes met, the brief smirk she gave him along with the roll of her beatiful eyes assured Jaune that it was all some sort of plan of hers. All she wanted from him right now was to play along. And so he did. Without saying anything more, he followed the heiress and his girlfriend along towards their private room. Weiss kept talking about how Steele made the best decision in her life, continuing to list all the benefits from this arrangement.

Steele, meanwhile, hummed in agreement with only occasional word or joke that showed Weiss she was still listening. He didn't miss, however, the playful eager sway of his girlfriend's hips. Or the promise of a particularly fun night ahead.

"Now... Let's begin!" Weiss grinned, practically tearing off her dress. Her panties were positively drenched by now. "Steele, you may stay and watch us tonight. Think of it as me showing you I am worthy of your kindness."

Her words didn't match her tone. There was no gratitude or appreciation. Only the same haughty arrogance that made Jaune want to gag Weiss and keep her as such. Still, he trusted Steele's judgement so said nothing as he began to strip off his own clothes. He was halfway done with pulling off his hoodie when Weiss lunged at him, pushing him onto the bed.

She might have put on the face of a proud and strong heiress in charge. But that slipped off and was thrown out the window the moment she pulled out his cock. Without much posturing and talking, she swallowed it whole, which impressed Jaune somewhat. Last time he allowed her to try and suck him off, she choked with only a third of it down her throat before passing out.

"Ah wahm bwaininh!" she looked at him happily, too obsessed with keeping his cock in her mouth to properly speak. She looked like an animal. Dumb. Prideless. Only obsessed with getting her fill for the day. She tried to mumble something more. "Ahm ghun- AAAH!"

Steele was having none of it as she smacked Weiss' petite pale ass, leaving a quickly reddening mark.

"Don't get too full of of yourself just cause you can fit the whole thing in," she hissed in the girl's ear, her fingers playing around with her swollen folds. "If you want to impress me, you gotta deepthroat him like your life depends on it."

Or the deal was off. Even as cock-drunk and needy as she was, even Weiss understood the hidden message. And so she did her best to please him. It was clear that she trained for this, as messed up as that sounded. No more gagging or choking or breaking for air. Weiss' nostrils flared as she began to bob her head up and down his fully erect cock. Her eyes dulled, her focus drifting away as she inhaled more and more of his scent.

Jaune would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. Her blowjob was far from his normal stuff. She lacked the skills the other girls had. But she made up for those with sheer desperation and hunger. The fact that her throat was much tighter also helped her case.

Not for long though.

"Off."

She looked at Steele confused, continuing to suck like a spoiler brat. Steele quickly reminded the girl who was in charge and pulled her off of him by her hair. Weiss yelped in pain and landed on her ass, whining about how she could feel him close to cumming. Which, to be fair, he was. Jaune got off bed and Steele started jerking his cock off. Hard full-length pumps up and down enchanted the heiress as she stared at his pulsing member with the same awe as one could stare at the divinity.

"Open wide, bitch. And don't you dare move."

Without any argument, her hands locked behind her head, Weiss stretched out her mouth as wide as she could. Her tongue lolled out in desperate need to taste his semen as she prepared herself for the load. She, however, wasn't ready for the loag as big as his. The thick fat load covered her face, tongue and her bare breasts. He continued to cum, covering more and more of her porcelain skin. He could see her shake with need to scoop up whatever cum landed away from her tongue and swallow it whole. But she resisted. She obeyed.

She still, however, looked positibely drunk, breathing in the smell and shivering with pleasure at the feeling of the heavy cream all over her body.

"Get back on the bed, Schnee," Steele slapped her across her face, bringing the heiress out of her cum-drunk stupor. "Spread your ass wide and open. Don't make me wait."

She hurried to do so, eyes full of excitement. Jaune positioned himself right at the entrance of her virgin ass shortly after, his cockhead poking against her tight rosy hole. He knew that she managed to stretch it out a bit after all the anal torture the other girls had put her through. But he doubted she was ready to handle him without breaking apart. Girls like Arslan and Blake were natural and able to take it. But arrogant sluts like Cinder and Malachites failed and now were so broken they lost any actual brain cells at the lightest of slaps across their asses.

It seemed the heiress would be joining the latter quite soon.

"Before Jaune starts fucking you, answer this one simple question for me, Schnee," Steele looked the girl straight in the eye, scooping up some of his cum with her finger before popping it into her mouth. "How easy do you think I am?"

"Wha-What are you talking about?"

"You really should stop yammering in your sleep," she hissed in her ear as she buried her fingers deep in Weiss' abused and denied cunt. "Red told me about your plans. How you want to get Jaune under your thumb. Even that sweet little wedding fantasy about me."

Even as her cheeks burned with lust, Weiss somehow managed to pale in fear and shock. Jaune had no doubt that Ruby would be rewarded though.

"I thought to myself, should I leave it be or do something? I mean, you have neither ass nor tits nor even the actual personality to hold onto a man like Jaune, let alone steal him away," she continued to play around with Weiss, dragging her tongue across her cum-coated cheek. "But then I told myself, that you are just too dumb to let go of your obsession with my man. The only way to end it is to put an end to your fantasies once and for all."

She motioned for him to act. And so he did, pushing his way inside her ass. The heiress screamed as she felt his thick pulsating cock tear its way inside of her. No lube or lovely mercy as she was forced to endure the burning sensation of his hot meatrod. Arching her back and rolling her eyes, she came then and there, squirting all over Steele's fingers as she passed out.

Almost.

"Not so fast, cunt!" a rough and fast smack across her face kept the girl from fainting on them. She looked positively afraid. "You are not leaving this place until we fuck your brains out and some manners in. Jaune?"

The wicked grin spread across his lips.

"Yes, Steele?"

She returned one of her own.

"Let's break her."

Didn't have to tell him twice.

Grabbing onto her hips, he started to thrust in and out. There were no soft kisses exchanged like he did with Steele. No tight embraces they shared. No foreplay or gentleness in his motions. Even the worst of the bunch like Cinder or Glynda weren't treated as roughly and mercilessly as she was right now. He showed her mercy the first time she tried to have sex with him. He thought that was enough to show her where she belonged. But he was wrong.

And now was the time to correct that mistake.

"How does it feel, Schnee?" Steele asked the heiress even as the girl laid there, eyes and mouth open wide in silent scream. "You thought being treated like a cuckquean was bad? Having to watch the man you rejected fuck other girls into bliss you would never know seemed like Hell to you? Now guess what."

She cupped her cheeks and planted a deep wet kiss on her lips, invading her mouth with her hungry tongue. Jaune would lie if he said watching his girlfriend violate the mouth Weiss was not hot. He made sure Weiss knew that as he began to brutally pump her up and down his cock. At this point, her pussy was gushing like a fountain, cumming every two minutes or so.

"Now you are not even that! You are nothing, Schnee! Not a slave. Not a pet. Not a cuckquean!" she grinned as she watched the heiress look at her in growing fear and awe. "You are our toy! A living and breathing fleshlight! Doesn't that feel great? To be treated like a set of holes for my boyfriend to occasionally fuck out of boredom or frustration?"

High on the insanity of it all, drunk on the smell of sex that filled their room, Steele began viciously playing with Weiss's tits. Twisting and pulling, groping and slapping them like her personal stress relief toys, Steele showed the girl no mercy even the latter begged for it incoherently. "No more! P-Please, no more! I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong and I am sorry! Please!" she pleaded, her face broken between two emotions. She was crying and sobbing, her eyes genuinely fearful and regretful. While at the same time her lips were stretched out in a smile, her tongue lolled out for more of Steele's kisses. "He is going to break me! I am going to break! Break and be nothing! Nothing but a whore! Please, I can feel it! I can cumming my brains out!"

As if to emphasize her point, Weiss came once more, spraying her juices all over him. She collapsed, whispering some gibberish about mercy and servitude. Heh, guess her brains did leak out just now.

"And now for the final part!"

With glee, Steele guided his cock into her cunt. Positioning herself above the heiress' face, Steele grinned as some clarity returned to the girl's eyes. Good, she wanted her conscious and coherent for that.

"Here's how things will be from now on, Schnee," she sat down on her. The girl, barely more than an animal now, began to obediently lick at her cunt. "You are no longer a student here. No longer huntress in training. I am merciful enough not to send you back home with a bastard in your belly. But your life as a human being is now officially over."

The girl began to lick more desperately as Jaune started mercilessly violating her cunt. How long has it been since she got any cock in there? Judging by how tight she clung to him, she would say way too damn long. Even as she rode the heiress face and Jaune was making her unable to be satisfied by anyone ever again, the two had no trouble sharing a kiss. After all, the girl currently struggling under them was barely more than a tool. A simple mindless toy.

"You will live here with us from now on," Steele ignored the muffled thanks and praises the heiress sang her. All she had to do was get Glynda to arrange this and it would be perfect for them. "Of course you are not allowed on bed unless we say so. Not that you will be getting much sleep anyway."

She squirted on top of her, enjoying the sheer desperation with which the heiress lapped up her juices.

"Cum inside her, Jaune! Let's give the heiress a present for her last day as a human being!" Her boyfriend smirked as he quickened his pace, brutally and shamelessly violating the girl beneath him. Finally, he reached his limit and came inside, sending the torrent of fresh potent semen into the girl's unprotected womb. And together with him, the two girls came as well. Steele's orgasm was wild, full of excitement and fire as she marked the girl under her pussy as their property. And Weiss' was just as violent as she gave up on three things.

Her quest for Jaune.

Her pride.

Her very humanity.

Who needed any of that? As long as she got fucked like that, she didn't care they treated her like a toy. Yes, this time, she learned her place for real. No more schemes or plans. No more fantasies and dreams of being Jaune's lover and Mistress. She would never be any of that. She never could be anything beyond the simple dumb toy for them to use to their heart's content.

"I love, Jaune."

"I love you, Steele."

She was pushed off the bed and onto the cold floor, catching the glimpse of the two engaging in a passionate make-out session. So warm. So alive. It was something she craved but now knew better than desire. With a dumb smile and eyes peaceful in defeat, she fingered her sloppy cum-filled cunt. Her new life was beginning now. And she buried her fingers deeper as she imagined.

Her being a Mistress? A superior to anyone?

Her mess of a brain now was in a much better place. Her a superior? Perish the thought, what a joke. She would be everyone's toy and pet. A walking and talking jizz rag and pain slut. And now there was no humiliation in that. Only love and acceptance. She would go on months or even years of keeping her holes untouched and denied. If her Master and Mistresses told her to strip, she would do so with an eager smile and no resistance.

When Winter would come and visit, she would make sure to introduce her to her betters. Because Schnee women were just submissive sluts and pets disguised as prideful warriors and royalty. She couldn't wait to bring both her sister and mom under Jaune and Steele's rule. To serve the two alongside her family. Yes... That would be a new definition of a Schnee in her mind.

Schnees were not superior or better than anyone.

They were just a bunch of inferior fools in need of a lesson.

And she would make sure that the whole Remnant knew that.

#rwby #size queen cuckquean #cuckquean au #cuckquean weiss #weiss schnee #steele black #jaune arc #commission

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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Baby Boy

Summary: Tony always takes care of everyone and it takes a toll on him. You take matters into your own hands and let him know he doesn’t always have to be the big guy.

Requested by: @mbaku-babygirl

Pairing: Sub!Tony Stark x Dom!Black!Reader 18+

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: sub!Tony, pegging, a little angsty, smut. This is after civil war, Infinity war didn’t happen and they’re all back together but there’s still a bit of tension

A/N: I never in my life have been dominant and never will be dominant, I am strictly a sub so I did my best with this request ( this is more soft!Dom than anything) but I hope you guys enjoy this. Please leave feedback💕

Everyone was back together and it’s been six months since they came out of hiding. The government realized the accords weren’t actually helping and the others were able to come out of hiding. Surprisingly, Tony let them all come back and they all tried to make amends. Bruce and Thor were back. For a long while it was just you, Tony, and Rhodey, he was glad to have everyone back but you could tell he was anxious about it all.

He catered to everyone’s needs just like he always did and barely saved anytime for himself. You weren’t so forgiving though. You tried to avoid Natasha because she wasn’t able of letting go of her double agent persona. Had she just did as asked this all never would have happened. You stayed away from Steve because he was supposed to be Tony’s friend and knew what his old war friend did and that Bucky... sure he didn’t know what he was doing back then but it doesn’t change the fact you never got to meet your in-laws.

Everyone else can suck it except Thor and Bruce, but you stuck around Tony when he wasn’t around them. He would beg you to come to dinner with them all the time and while they all sat at the table, you’d sit on a stool at the island. It was the same thing tonight. Now, you were washing dishes and everyone had dispersed except Natasha. She stood awkwardly in front of the island.

“Y/N/N,” She mumbled

“Y/N,” you corrected, “You know I only allow friends to call me by my nickname,”

She sighed in defeat, “I am your friend, Y/N,”

You shook your head and continued to dry the dishes, “No.. you lost the ability to call yourself my friend the day you let those two leave. The day you let them get into that jet and fly away which in turn caused Rhodey to get paralyzed.” Your tone was low and cold. Yeah Rhodey had gotten better but with no thanks to them.

“Tell me, Natalia,” you spat out her birth name, knowing she hated it, “Does it ever get exhausting having to put makeup on two different faces each morning?” You placed your hands on the counter and looked her, waiting for her to answer.

She sighed and clenched her jaw, “Tony forgave us, why haven’t you?” She wore a small confused frown on her face.

“I’m not Tony. All he ever wanted to was to keep you all together. He was so selfless when it came to you all. Sure he didn’t always go about it the right way but dammit that man cared for you all and you guys just shit on him in return,” You loved Tony more than anything, so you took his feelings and efforts seriously. “You all were the closest thing to a real family he ever had and you betrayed him in the worst way possible. How or why he forgave you? I’m not sure. But don’t expect the same thing from me,”

You finished washing and drying to dishes, she continued to stand there speechless, not sure of what to say. You walked away and found Tony and Bruce in the lab with Vision and Wanda. “Hey Bruce,” you smiled and gave him a side hug. You were okay with him and Thor, he explained where he’d been and why he left in the first place. While the others were in hiding, Vision had evolved and now the science bros were back and trying to figure it out.

You kissed Tony’s cheek and he smiled at you, “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asked while fiddling with something on his computer, “The team wants to start movie night again,”

He sounded so happy and as often as you’d like to be happy for him that he has the team back, you just couldn’t. Your smile drops and you arch an eyebrow, “Whatever you guys want to watch I suppose but I won’t be in attendance ,” you turn and play with his screwdriver, finding it more interesting.

He turns to you and frowns, “Please? For me?,” he used those puppy eyes on you and as hard as it was, you had to say no.

“Sorry, babes. But you know why I won’t,” you saw him nod his head in defeat.

“Maybe it it won’t be that bad, Y/N. It could be fun and bring us back together like old times,” Wanda nervously spoke and lightly shrugged her shoulders.

“Old times are just that, Maximoff,” you kissed Tony’s cheek once more and walked out of the lab, leaving Tony to apologize for you.

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When it came to training you held nothing back. Taking all of your frustrations out on them. Especially Steve. The way you moved against him to attack had taken him by surprise, you’ve changed your techniques. Sam ended up in the infirmary with a concussion, Natasha ended up with a broken clavicle, Wanda wouldn’t even go up against you. Most of Clint’s weapons ended up ruined and Bucky wouldn’t even put up a fight, understanding your place of frustration. He hurt your husband and too many times Thor would have to pull you away.

“Sweetheart, I think you should tone it down,” Tony pulled you to the side and you knew your attitude on the whole ordeal wasn’t helping Tony much. He missed them, of course he’d be relieved they were back. You on the other hand had given up on them coming back a year after Steve helped them escape. You let that hurt go.

You unwrapped your hands and threw the tape on the ground, walking out of the training room. You walked into the kitchen and sat down with a protein shake from the fridge. You smoothed out your forehead as you noticed you were frowning.

“You coming to the party tonight?,” Steve slowly crept into the kitchen. You huffed and rolled your eyes and got up, trying to get away, “Y/N, please talk to me. Listen, I know I hurt Tony-,”

“No!,” you pointed your finger angrily, “You clearly don’t Steve because had you known how hurt he was or even would be- you would have been honest with him from the door about everything and you know what I mean!,”

Steve stood with his hands in his pockets, eyeing you like a child who was getting punished.

“You wouldn’t have hurt him the way you did that day! God, the way I found him w-was horrifying,” you swallowed thickly and felt tears well in your eyes, “You will never get my forgiveness. The woman you knew three years ago is not who I am now. You can hide behind a beard and this new tough guy persona but you’re still a coward to me, Steven Grant Rogers, all of you are!!,”

FRIDAY had notified Tony of your accelerated heart rate and he was in the kitchen in no time trying to analyze the situation, “What’s going on?,”

You smugly smile and shook your head, “Nothing, just having a heart-to-heart. Aren’t we Stevie?” You tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow. Tony turned to Steve and he just lightly nodded his head.

“What is the party I’m just now hearing about?” You turned your attention back to Tony and he just twiddled his thumbs.

“Just a celebration that we’re all back together, I figured it’d be good since they’ve been back for a while now,” he smiled as if that would make you any less angry. You tried your best to hold in your bitter laugh but you just shook your head. You really tried to empathize with Tony about how good he felt that they were all together again but you cared about him too much to forgive the people that hurt him the way they did.

You saw the hopeful glint in his eyes before swallowing your pride and clenching your jaw. You gave him a half smile, “Well then... what color will the Starks be wearing tonight?,”

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Cerulean. He picked cerulean and while you looked amazing in this color, you wanted to take it off because you didn’t want to go to this damn party in the first place. You walked around with a glass of champagne in you hand, greeting the guests. “Mrs. Stark!, it’s so good to see you. The set up is amazing. How are things with everyone back together?,” A measly interviewer found his way into the venue and you rolled your eyes, “No comment,”

You walked past the chocolate fountain and groaned. Tony hates those things, you know he only did it because Wanda and Sam love them. All the food and little desserts reminded you of the parties from the past and you just frowned. How could anyone expect you to just easily re-adjust to them being back like this?

“Penny for your thoughts?,” Vision came up beside you and you wanted to walk away but you were here to support Tony so you would be cordial so you wouldn’t made a scene.

“Tony hates the ahi tuna cucumber bites,” You frowned before putting the appetizer in your mouth. Vision just barely nods, “Yes but Natasha requested them,”

“Of course she did. I’m sure you all being on the run didn’t necessarily offer you 5 star dinners now did it?,” You kept frowning at the food table. Nothing on this damn table was anything Tony liked. He hated all this shit. The damn fountain, the ahi tuna, the deviled eggs, the certain array of finger sandwiches, the types of steaks being cooked by the hibachi chef, even the damn drinks! Tony friggin hates Veuve Clicquot! He’s a Krug Clos d’Ambonnay kinda guy. He really catered to everyone else with this. Usually he’ll have something here and there that he likes but he strictly ignored his own wants for this and you didn’t really like that.

“We are sorry, Y/N,” Vision spoke, pulling you out of your own head rant.

“Sure you are. But riddle me this, if you break a glass plate and apologize to it does it get put back together?,”

Before he can answer you walk away to find Tony with a few of the others as well as a few other businessmen and agents.

“There she goes! The lovely Mrs. Stark,” He was having such a great time and you really tried to as well because this wasn’t about you, it was about him and the team. You loved to see that smile on his face, the tune of his laughter. It was great, so seeing him smile at you tonight in his matching suit, you felt yourself release some tension in your frown and shoulders.

He lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you into him before planting a kiss on your temple. You saw the way Steve, Bucky and Sam avoided eye contact but you just kept it moving.

“Gentlemen,” you nodded to the other men and agents.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. How great is it to have everyone back like before?,” one of the agents asked before sipping his drink.

You spared Tony a glance and carefully thought about what you were about to say next, “I... I’m just glad Tony is at ease again. His feelings matter to me so despite what I might really think and feel... it’s him that matters to me,” you shuttered out a breath and felt Tony pull you more into his side in comfort. He smiled down at you and admired you. He knew this was hard for you but he was glad you still stood by him. Without you, he would have become a complete and utter, unfixable mess.

“I’m gonna make you some food after this, okay? You don’t eat a single thing on that table over there and I know you’re starving and need real food,”

He shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, “Eh, the ahi tuna bites aren’t that bad,”

“Anthony,” you said his name sternly and you saw the way he froze up at your use of his full name, “You’re not going to sacrifice your comfort for this party, you hear me?,”

Tony felt a shiver run down his spine at how you spoke to him and he hesitantly nodded his head, “Y-yes. Yeah. I hear you,”

You patted his cheek and kissed his lips, “That’s my boy. I’ll be roaming around greeting our guests. Have fun, don’t drink too much or stay up too late. End this at a reasonable time,”

He just slightly smiled at you and nodded. You talking to him like that had him blushing and feeling small but he wasn’t against that feeling. He enjoyed it and it confused him a little.

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You had retired the party early to clean yourself up and cook him something for him to eat. With a clean face and wearing nothing but his Black Sabbath shirt, you danced around the kitchen listening to his playlist while he wrapped up the party and sent everyone home with a taxi or designated driver. The team went to bed and he came to find you in the kitchen. You nodded your head and swayed your hips to the guitar riffs of Into the Void. He watched you from the kitchen doorway, loving the way you looked in his shirt and bare faced.

“I see my music taste has rubbed off on you,” He came to the island as you finished putting his meal on a plate. Of course you’d gone out the way to give him his protein, veggies and starch.

“Eh, just a bit,” you winked and told him to sit down, giving him his plate and giving him a bottle of water to which he frowned at, “You’re gonna drink that water, Tony. You drank enough tonight,”

He just loved when you talked to him like that. He quickly opened the bottle and took a big gulp from it and started eating as you cleaned up the kitchen of the little mess you made. Once you were finished you sat close beside him, rubbing his leg.

“Is it good, baby?,” you ran your hands through his hair and he lulled his head back into your touch.

“Yes, thank you so much,”

“Anything for you, baby boy,” you kissed his cheek as he finished up. He felt that same chill run down his spine and he stiffened up in his seat.

“Y/N,” He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Yes?,”

“I uh... I have a request,”

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You were right beside Tony soothing him as he trusted you to do this for him. Tony loves being babied but his job as Tony Stark and Iron Man took that from him and you were more than willing to do this for him. It’s been a fantasy of yours for a while anyway, which is how this beginners strap on came into play. You laid beside Tony, kissing his cheek and slowly jerking him off with lube.

“You like that, baby? Like the way I use my hand to please you?,”

Tony’s head fell to the side and a little moan escaped his lips, “More, please,” he sounded so helpless and it was the cutest yet hottest thing ever. You went a little faster and he started bucking his hips, “Stay still for me, baby boy. Just relax. I got you,” you whispered in his ear and focused on the head of his dick, making him dig his heels into the mattress.

“Oh, please can I cum?,” The way he looked into your eyes was a different look than he’s ever given you and it only encouraged you to continue with your actions, “please, Y/N,”

The begging, the panting, his little whines had urged you to pump your hand faster.

“Cum for me. Go ahead and make a mess,” you saw the way his stomach muscles tensed as you continued pumping, long white ropes on his cum landing on is lower stomach, “There you go baby,” you encouraged and praised, “Good boy, baby,” you kissed his cheek and crawled in between his legs to lick all of his seed off his stomach. Hearing hims mewl at the feeling. You kissed the head of his dick and swirled your tongue around it, making him call out lightly.

You removed the vibrating toy from his little hole and massaged more lube into it. You and Tony had spent some time cleaning him out so you know he was ready for you. Adding some lube to the strap on, you took his dick in your other hand, stroking him once again, “You ready for me, baby? It’s gonna feel so good,” you lifted his legs around your waist and leaned forward.

“Look at me, baby. Do you trust me?,” You held the head of the dildo against him and his breath shuttered.

“Yes, I trust you,”

“What was the safe word we agreed on?,”

“Nanotech”

“Good boy,” you kissed his lips and littered kisses all over his neck and chest, calming him down before you took care of him like he’s been scared to ask for all these years. You pressed the tip of your strap into him and he tensed up, “Be still baby, if you want this I’m gonna need you to relax,”

You ran your hands along his chest and he melded into the bed and peered up at you through half closed eyes. You slowly pushed in inch by inch and he relaxed completely. He softly panted at the pleasure and he finally let go. Your rolled your hips and he held onto the back of his thighs while you held his legs up by his calves.

“Look at you, baby. Opening right up for me,” You cooed to him and he just whined back up to you. The pillow he had under the small of his back helped you get the right angle so you can get that special spot within him. “Feel good, baby? Glad you finally spoke up like a big boy and asked for what you wanted?,” You so easily got into this role of being dominant, this was your thing and you’re glad he was okay with admitting he needed it.

“Y/N, oh my God, baby,” Tony gasped and started jerking himself off as you slowly thrust deep in him, picking up the pace, “Fuck, that’s so good, sooo good,” his eyes were squeezed shut and he started moving his hips against you.

“Don’t get greedy, Tony. Take what I give you like a good boy then maybe I’ll give you some more,”

His whines were only fueling you more but he loved that you didn’t give into him easily. He loved that you made him work for it. He stroked himself faster and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Y/N,” he dragged out your name in pleasure and you felt your clit throb. You turned on the vibrator that was built into the strap on and felt your own pleasure setting in.

“Want more, baby. Please,” he begged, your smiled down at him and hooked his legs on your shoulder before leaning forward and placing your hands by his head.

“Want me to fuck you faster, baby? Need me to give it to you harder and fuck you like the good boy you are? Bet you wanna let go of all the stuff that runs around in that head of yours, let go and lemme fuck all of that out of you, baby. You trust me to do that for you?,” You smiled down at his state and he feverishly nods his head.

“Yes, yes. Please please,” you were infatuated with how desperate he sounded. You bit your lip and braced yourself, withdrawing your hips from his body, you thrusted hard and a groan got caught in his throat, usually the sound of your skins slapping came from him fucking you and that turned you on, but this time, the sound intoxicated you and had you moaning against his lips.

“Look at me and tell me how good it feels to have me inside you like this, baby. Deep in you, hitting that special spot, bet you’re ready to cum already, aren’t you?,”

His eyes snapped open but had a hard time staying that way from the intensity at which you were fucking him with, “It feels so good, Y/N. Almost too good,” his voice was so small. You attached your lips to his. The kiss didn’t match the way you were fucking him. It was slow and smooth, a way to tell him how much you love him and how good he was doing. He pulled back for air and held onto your forearms by his head

“Y/N, please... choke me please. I need it,” He needed it to let go completely and you happy obliged. You pulled back a bit and placed your dominant hand around his neck, softly squeezing at the sides as he told you to squeeze harder, “Don’t be afraid, Y/N. I need it, I’ll be fine. I trust you,” Him saying he trusted you had filled you up like fuel to a gas tank. You squeezed at the sides and felt his pulse pound against your fingers and you felt yourself turn feral.

You fucked into him faster as you felt yourself about to cum from the vibrator attacking your clit.

“Fuck, Tony,” you moaned and he gasped for air and moved against you, “You’re doing such a good job taking me in your little hole like this,”

“O-oh my God,” you felt his thighs wrap tighter around you. You started jerking him off with your other hand and you knew that would be his end. With you hitting his special spot over and over along with you choking him and jerking him off, he was being stimulated in many ways and wasn’t sure which sensation to focus on, he was becoming overwhelmed and you could tell.

“Please, Y/N, may I cum?,”

You cooed at him and smiled, “My sweet boy. You don’t have to ask tonight. You’ve been such a sweet boy to everyone. Always taking care of them, putting them before you. You don’t have to worry about that tonight, baby. Cum all you want. Take it like a good boy and cum, you deserve it,”

Your praise had pushed him over the edge and he had cum so much more than the first time. You were milking him of his cum and his body was lightly shaking while he called out your name along with swears. You were so proud of him and how well he did and how well he took you, well, your strap, but either way, he did so good. He truly was your good boy.

“O-oh God, I-, Y/N,” his words were chopped and his eyes were fluttering as you continue to fuck into him, coaxing the rest of his orgasm out of him as you chased yours, you were so close.

“I’m close, baby,” you stilled your hips and the vibrator hit your clit at the perfect angle at the right time and you felt your cum running down your legs. You rutted into Tony a few times, earning yourself a few more grunts from him.

You kissed his lips softly and he barely returned it from his fucked out state but you were okay with that. You slowly withdrew the strap from him and he whined like a kitten, “S’okay, relax. I’ll be right back, okay?,”

He barely gave you a nod as you took the toys you used tonight and removed the batteries as well as the dildo from the holder in the strap harness. You went to the kitchen, filling a pot full of water and throwing them in there and turning on the stove for them to boil. Proper toy cleaning etiquette. You took a water bottle from the pantry and rushed back to the bedroom. Finding Tony had not moved a muscle. You quickly got two warm, wet rags from the bathroom and cleaned him up and used the other for yourself. You crawled in bed with him, helping him sit up so he could drink some water.

“How you feeling?,” You kissed his cheek and held him in your arms.

“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” he lightly laughed.

“I’m glad you finally spoke up about your needs, Tony. Don’t be afraid to put yourself first, okay?,”

He kissed your lips softly and curled down further into the bed and your side.

“Will you just try to be nicer to everyone else?,”

You sighed and knew that that’s all he wanted from you with them back and working through things. You could do this, not because you missed them, but for Tony. He was the priority.

“Of course. I’ll do anything for you, baby boy,”

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Okay I hope this wasn’t as bad as I feel it is. I hope you guys enjoyed this. I will get better with my Dom!Reader fics, I promise.

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tuesdayrising · 4 years

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Lair Review for nevvermore #132590

Buckle up, folks, because this review is a doozy! Over 30 dragons, and ALL OF MY LOVE. As is par for the course when we’re talking reviews. ♥

I absolutely had to start with Morrigan, partly because I wrote her lore for you, and partly because I’m such a sucker for that gold/brown aesthetic. Back in 2017, I was this close to moving to Earth instead of Light, if that tells you anything about my aesthetic preferences. But I also really love that little pop of Shadow around her head! It ties in well to her heritage, and sticks out very neatly!

Plus, she’s ambitious as hell and I adore her for that. ♥

Blue-green and brown is another outstanding combo, and Silail wears it so very, very well! I don’t know anything else about her beyond the implications in Morrigan’s lore (yes, I did notice they’re sisters!), but I’m in love with her anyhow. She just has this very fluid grace to her, and I also think you picked a perfect skin. Plus, Imperials can be super hard to dress, but you’ve pulled it off so well here! Great work on this gal!

Akatsuki is a perfect example of a subtle accent taking a dragon to the next level. Without that Trick of the Light skin, I think his mane would look way too flat, making him a lot more dull over all. This skin, though, adds some brightness and depth in a way that works really well! Plus, I love that he looks like a Fire dragon or Fire-adjacent at first glance, but he’s actually got Ice eyes!

First of all, I love this skin so much. I’ve got it slapped on one of my own Water dragons, and I just adore the way it works. More importantly, though, I’m impressed with how you dealt with Neptune’s tert! Normally, I wouldn’t love Thicket paired with Blue and Teal, but the lantern apparel actually does a huge amount of legwork here. It makes it seem like the green of her tert is actually a result of the lantern’s light, a little bit of ambiance on your deep sea friend. Great work dressing her!

What can I say about Felix except that he looks SO HUGGABLE? Seriously, I just wanna give him a big hug. That skin is absolutely adorable, and it’s making me like a male snapper, which I find hard to do a lot of the time. The big boy beans are typically not my favorite. But this boy? Best boy.

I feel like a big chunk of this review is going to be me commenting on your A+ skin and accent usage. Sparkplug is deceptively simple without much apparel, but I really, really like the accent, and the implications it has for a dragon that (I presume) is part of your flight reps. Did she build it herself? What happened that she needed prosthetics? Or is it armor? I’d love to know more!

Also, Lightning unusual eyes are SUCH a pretty shade of blue.

Again, you’ve got another blue dragon here with a green range tert, but I think I’m fixing on the accent. It’s so cute, all those little shells stuck to Terpsichore, and it makes me wonder if they’re decoration, or if she’s just that lovable to shellfish and can’t bring herself to peel them off.

Unlike Neptune, who you’ve dressed super well and pulled off an odd tert for, I don’t think I care much for Pistachio paired with Periwinkle and Twilight. That said, I love that you managed to make a purple range secondary look blue for cohesiveness!

Turns out Artim is NOT wearing Windbound Plumage, like I thought when I first saw him in your lair. That skin is a solid mimic, though, and I really like it. Plus, it adds a lot of depth and color where Artim would otherwise be a little bit flat and boring, so once again, props for your skin usage! I especially like the way it makes it seem like Artim is growing out of the foliage, rather than the foliage growing off of Artim, if that makes sense. He seems very woodsy and very comfortable.

Sometimes I forget how stinking cute M Faes can be, but Xenon just reminded me PERFECTLY. He’s so swirly and soft and adorable, and I wanna put him in my pocket and take him everywhere! White and Sky make for a classic combo, and that accent makes it look like he’s wayyyyyy up there in the atmosphere, just cruising along.

Also, the little hints of pink in his wings thanks to Facet add just a touch of extra color and depth. He’s perfect!

Chaorite is wearing a Ravenhearst skin. That alone means she’s looking absolutely beautiful as hell. That is all. ♥

I’ll admit I didn’t care for this accent during last year’s Trickmurk, but you’ve made it look great on Ashrah! I can’t decide whether those little fellas are her minions or if they’re pestering her, but I like the way they look on her nonetheless. It’s a shame that purple in the accent isn’t a touch more pink to complement the rosy tones in her primary and tert, but that’s not exactly something you can control.

Triple Terracotta, especially with PyMorph, is truly *chef’s kiss* and I LOVE HER. Can’t say much else about her, since she doesn’t appear to have lore or apparel or anything, but I love her nonetheless. She’s just prettier than hell.

Brigit is wearing one of my all time favorite festival skins, AND she’s rocking another classic color combo. She’s also worth a mention for her unusual familiar. I’ve noticed you’re normally pretty good at familiar matching, but the Deepwater Traveler you’ve put on her doesn’t match at all. Is there a lore reason for that, or are you just awakening your familiar ASAP?

Ooooh, a primal fella! He’s...so bright you can’t avoid looking at him. Honestly, he actually reminds me a little of a paper kite with that skin, like a kite that gained sentience and flew off on its own (but also just wandered because what’s a kite to do when the wind says “NOPE NOT THAT WAY, THIS WAY”?)

Pretzel is an ABSURDLY cute name for a dragon whose species is known for literally tying themselves in knots out of boredom. And yet again, your skin usage is a blast! Love the blue tones this adds to Pretzel, but it also works awesome with her existing orange colors. She’s very Halloweeny.

See, this is the power of a good skin or accent. I rarely like triples because they can be kind of boring, even with cool genes. But you’ve taken Phobus to the next level with a complementary accent, and I ADORE IT. The tiny horns it gives him are so cute, and I’m a sucker for florals when it comes down to it. Plus, those little butterflies on the wings are extra cute! He’s just soft and sweet all around.

A Ravenhearst skin strikes again! I’m not sure how I feel about black and brown together (Sand seems like a shade too brown, where something lighter and a hair closer to the yellows might be nicer with this skin), but at the end of the day, she’s still a lovely, pretty gal. Plus, all the eyes on the skin are like multigaze but more eldritch horror than site-approved cuteness. There could be a lore goldmine there.

Ahi is SO GOOD. An XYY Bane with complementary colors is no small feat, and I really like how fiery he looks despite being an Ice dragon. Have you considered Skink for him, though? That also has orange accents!

I’ll confess that I’m writing this lair review BEFORE writing your lore, but I couldn’t help but pick Varrick. He looks every inch a bard, and I really like that you’ve given him a Shabby Cane! Since it blends in with his wing, at first glance, it almost looks like it could be a bow. That works doubly well with his familiar being a Ghosthost Viola!

Lethe is giving me UNREAL steampunk ghost vibes. Between the apparel and her tert, she strikes me as a Victorian waif with steampunk enhancements come back to haunt whoever tried to make her more automaton than flesh and blood. And do you have lore plans for her? Is Lethe an intentional name? Can she make dragons forget things? I’d love to know more about her!

Cinder absolutely screams “oh no, sir, it’s such a tragedy my third husband died just like the other two and left me his entire fortune, so terrible, so awful” and it’s making me laugh a little! Not that she’s inherently funny-looking so much as the idea of a murderous widow dragon entertains me A LOT. What are your crimes, Lady Cinder? WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR HUSBANDS...

You have SO MANY PERMABABIES and of all of them, I think I like Banshee the most. But that’s probably because red is my favorite color, and I think baby pearls are honestly such cuties, even if they do have to spend all that time adding to their pearls in...such a gross way. Ew.

Green/brown/yellow range dragons are one of the most powerful forces on this site, and Swamp alone is a color with outstanding power. I said what I said, and I’ll stand by it. It makes Medeni a stellar dragon without any lore or apparel.

I remember when Stained first came out, and I brushed it off as a terrible gene to charge gems for. It was a ripoff, slapping a color overlay on a dragon!

How wrong I was.

Coriolis is a perfect example of how Stained can be used to soften a dragon and given them a lovely, lighter air, and it pairs so well with that accent! She makes me think of that stretch between summer and fall where the colors on the trees are beginning to change, but it’s still warm enough to wear shorts as long as the sun’s out. ♥

Another triple rescued from a dull life by a good skin! Obviously, the point of this skin is to evoke a prisoner in the Fortress of Ends, but what could Raiju have been imprisoned for? What warrants all the chains and ice? Is it a fair punishment?

It feels a tiny bit like cheating to pick another dragon I’ve already written for, but I really do adore branch! All the red accents add some cheer to her, and they make her stand out a little more. I think she’d be maybe a little too green otherwise, but you’ve dressed her perfectly! It also makes her seem approachable and warm, which is great for a healer.

I’m genuinely impressed that you have this little Goat Spiral army, and CiumaObake is my favorite of them all in terms of color. Do you just love baby Spirals with Goat eyes, or is there a lore reason behind this tiny baby army?

More importantly, is this lair tab just the FR version of corralling a pet or a toddler while yelling “WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH”?

I wasn’t part of FR when this skin came out and I am JEALOUS because it looks so nice on Mist! It’s extra frosty and pretty, with that tiny nosy hint on the rose and wings that makes me think she’s looking at a sunrise. She seems very warm and approachable despite the classic Ice aesthetic, and I think she’s outstanding without a drop of apparel.

Plus, you’ve done wonders with yet another triple!

Vedette is getting a mention for that skin alone. It’s so odd-looking in the best way, and I would love to see if you have lore reasons for his appearance! Is he a mutated Gaoler, or is he another creature entirely?

Between that skin and her Speedy familiar, Lusa is really rocking that threateningly pale witch aesthetic. I’m not sure I’d like to meet her in a dark alley. Or even a well-lit alley, to be honest. She’s vaguely menacing in a great way!

I see you, Bill Cipher. I see you.

And last but not least, Mr. Unnamed, living in your projects tab. He’s got some GREAT colors, and I can’t help but see the potential in him! Using Veined with that Sunset tert could really give him a magmatic sort of appearance. I’d love to see what your ultimate plans for him are!

#tues reviews #flight rising

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floosies · 4 years

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Series: La Muneca del Barrio

A/N: One thing I forgot to mention is that there will be a lot of spanish in this series and I do hope you understand it is for both the story and how I wish to tell this story. I’m hispanic myself so I know that using spanish is still very iffy but it’s my story and I mean no harm by it.

Summary/AN: This a passion project really, I’ve written previously using the mob!au so this a second attempt in that genre (i guess you could call it).

Warnings: Blood, violence, smut, strong language, and drug use

Rocio Cruz lives in a Brooklyn block best known for its vibrant and ignored community. What she always ignored though was the underground scene in the borough, the evils that lay in it and its people. That all comes to an end when she’s introduced to those things she ignored.

Chapter 2: Que Comience La Fiesta

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It’d been some days since the girl, who’s name was Leticia had spoke to Rocio about Rubio. She wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. She did believe her date with Cubano but mostly because the girl was from Harlem. What exactly did Brooklyn’s dueno have to do with Harlem’s mover?

Background:

Unlike her mama Maritza, who did know about all the under ground world in New York, Rocio was clueless. Her mama kept it that way from the start. She didn’t want her children growing up in that mess. She would have avoided it herself had it not been for her pajarito Rafael. In order to understand so much, you gotta go to the past.

Before Rocio was born, her papa worked for just about anyone in Brooklyn who had a say with the mafiosos. He came from Puerto Rico, hidden in a boat and praying that he stayed alive to see America. When he got to the states he started working odd jobs, which is where he caught the eye of Rubio’s mentor, an older man called Blue eyes. He liked the work ethic her papa had and hired him. That’s around the time he met Maritza. She on the other hand was a waitress at her parents’ restaurant. She came from immigrant parents who traveled from Mexico to New York. Don’t ask them how either because they’ll never tell, they didn’t to their children and they won’t to their grandchildren either.

When Rocio was born, Blue eyes started getting sick. However, he got the chance to meet the baby before he went. Maritza wasn’t all that happy about that at first. However, what came after for her and her family was what changed her mind. Blue eyes had made it a point that after his death that’s where her father’s job ended. In return for always working hard and being loyal, the old Blue eyes was giving Rafael a good sum of money and protection for the rest of his life. That the guy who would take over, would respect that decision and the Cruz family for however the “corporation” would continue.

However, this would not go as planned. Eventually Rubio would come to power but he was too young at the time. So it went to a man who had no business being in power, they called him Mika but no one knew if that was his real name. Anyways, he was a puto through and through. He was a thief to his own men and didn’t care for the business, he just wanted to control everyone.

That. It was Mika, who everyone considered a little bitch, who was the reason that Rafael ended up in jail and Cubano came to his power alongside Rubio. In 2003 a fifteen year old Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson with help from others within the “corporation” set up Mika. They killed the bastard at a night club well known around the cartel community in Harlem. Unfortunately not everyone got out clean, but true to his loyalty Rafael took the blame for all of it. This was the one time he didn’t sing like a bird. The feds had nothing on him, they tried to get to Maritza but she had already went into hiding, with help from her parents.

Rocio was clueless about all this, regardless it didn’t matter because she was already too pressured into the whole party thing by Leticia who by now had taken her shopping for a dress. They looked through racks of dresses in a little store just a couple of blocks from Harlem.She had her eyes on a pink satin mini dress, “y esta? you think it’s cute?” She asked Leti who scrunched her nose, “mami, I think que mejor you keep looking around.” Rocio shrugged, she was probably right, these men were rich, no just anything would do, but she was on a budget. The bills were due in a couple of days so whatever she got had to be cute and cheap.After a while of looking around and finding nothing they went back to Brooklyn where Rocio knew she would find something. “Como conosistes a Cubano?” Rocio asked Leti quietly while they looked around a boutique where she always shopped since she was in high school. Leticia looked at the dresses, with a look of stress before she started speaking, “one day he came to my ma’s little stand where her and my pops sell street food, el tipo ahi estaba, he just talked to them and then I came from work to help them. He started talking to me, bueno pues ese hombre es tremendo mangon-” she stops to laugh a little, her cheeks getting bright. “We talked for a while and he started talking himself up, about how he could make me a big deal in Harlem. Eh, tu sabes how they talk to girls but Cubano means it. Then he asked me to go with him to this party. Como le voy a dicir que no?” She finished, then grabbing a dress to show for approval to Rocio.

The dress was cute, so they went with it.They finished shopping and headed to Rocio’s place to get ready. Maritza was cooking when they entered the house. One look at the girls and she knew that her daughter was not going to be home for dinner, “y adonde sales esta noche nina? Buenas tardes, y tu como te llamas.” She said eyeing the girls up and down while her siblings laughed from the table at the end of the room.Sighing at the annoyance of the situation she answered, “mama, es una fiesta. Voy a regrezar, you don’t trust me enough.” She said leading Leticia to her room, “buenas tardes, Doña Cruz, soy Leticia, gusto de conocerla!” She said following Rocio. Maritza rolled her eyes, “I do trust you mija! Es los de afuera a que no confio!” She yelled as she finished cooking.When they finished getting ready it was already 8.

Leticia kept looking at her phone, waiting for the text that said where they would meet the car at. Some minutes later they text came. Rocio’s siblings were with her mama in her room watching tv. They moved quietly but not quiet enough, “y se piensan ir sin percinarse? eh?” She heard her mom said from the door way of her room. The girls sighed turning around. “Vengan,” looking at the two girls, who reminded her of her younger days she began, “en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo, y del Espirtu Santo.” there was a pause, “ya bueno pues antes de que las dejen. Be safe! Rocio me hablas!” They hurried out.The girls were glad they didn’t meet the car in front of the apartment building where Rocio lived, that car would have all the nana’s talking for days. What they weren’t expecting was that Cubano would be waiting inside the car, a cigar in his hand and the other waiting to take Leti’s hand. To say Leticia was beyond thrilled he was there was an understandment, “papi! You look so good, esta tremendo verdad Roci?” She asked her friend as the car took off. Rocio just nodded, she never thought this would be happening.

He stared at her, something about her seemed familiar, he was trying to see what was up with you, interrupting the conversation he was having with his girl he dragged another puff of his cigar before speaking “your plus one is very quiet mami,” he finally said. She looked at him, “oh sorry, my name’s Rocio. Uh Rocio Cruz, nice to meet you.” Leticia looked at her Cubano, curious as to how he would react to her answer. “Cruz?” Wilson was intrigued now, “By any chance would your papi’s name be Rafael?” He said with a smirk, she looked both confused and startled. She looked at Leticia before answering, “yeah, my pop’s name is Rafael, do you know him?” He just laughed and nodded, “mami, you did a good job picking a friend to bring. Steve is gonna love this.”

Steve? Steve el Rubio Rogers? He was gonna be at the party? Leticia said he might be, but Rocio didn’t think a man like him liked parties. Her mind was racing, how did they know her dad? Was she about to die? Her thoughts were interrupted by the car shutting off and someone opening the door, the girls were led out. “Ladies, welcome to my little festival, a celebrar mami!” Cubano yelled happily as they entered a studio where salsa was playing loudly and people were taking white lines like shots. They walked to a stall in the back of the studio where a large table was set up with velvet chairs and expensive liquor. “Rocio, you wait here. Mami you come with me, your fine ass can’t be left alone.” Cubano said taking Leticia somewhere, in no time a waiter came and offered her a drink from the liquor which she gladly took at the fear of not knowing what was going to happen next. If this was her last night she might as well go out having a bit of fun. She looked through her phone, seeing what everyone else was doing but knowing better than to post anything herself. It felt like forever until she saw Leti again. Except now, there was a man with blonde hair and beside him a man with blue eyes. Cubano had brought guests to the table, “Cruz, this Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.”

#mob!steve #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #mob!bucky #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #mob!au #sam wilson #the falcon #anthony mackie #marvel #avengers

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jokerfan99 · 5 years

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An Armor For Ruby (RWBY/RVB) Crossover by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

Sarge- "Front and centre on the double! It's time for you ladies to meet our new recruit."

Three of the other Reds took their positions in front of their commanding officer as they all panted heavily after dodging several barrages of tank fire outside. Sarge isn't worried for his men being blown to smithereens for he sees that attack as a good wake up call for these three idiots and reminding them they still got a war to win!

Sarge- "Good, you're all here. Now before we unleash our counter attack against the diabolical Blues, I want you all to introduce yourselves to... wait a minute. Where's Lopez?" Simmons- "I think he's still... PHEW!... outside, but we haven't seen him during the attack."

Outside Red Base

Lopez- "¡Oye! ¿Ahi alguien ahi? ¡Todavía estoy atrapado debajo de esto!"

Inside Red Base

Sarge- "Ahh don't worry, Lopez is a smart robot. I'm sure he'll be alright."

Before Sarge could say another word, Grif feebly raises his hand.

Sarge- "Yes, Grif?" Grif- "Permission to... GASP!... lie down and take an hour's... GASP... no wait, three hours... GASP!... rest." Sarge- "Permission denied! Now introduce yourselves to our new private. Miss Ruby Rose."

Grif, Simmons and Donut turned their head to the new face in the base. Each of the three have different reactions upon seeing her. Grif groaned in annoyance as he had enough having new girls coming to Blood Gulch, his sister's enough. Simmons doesn't mind although he does have a mixed feeling about it. For Donut's case, he's very excited to see her the first time so he introduced himself first.

Donut- "Oh hey there! Pvt. Franklin Delano Donut at your service." Ruby- "Hello, Franklin! Pvt. Ruby Rose, nice to meet you." Donut- "Why don't you call me, Donut. The folks around here prefer to call each other by last name, sort of like a long time tradition." Sarge- "Not bad for a good introduction, Donut. Now let's see how these two numbskulls greet her. Simmons!" Simmons- "What?... oh... Hi, name's Richard "Dick" Simmons. Private First Class. You can just call me Simmons." Donut- "And he's a cyborg." Simmons- "Yeah thanks Donut. Okay, Grif, you're turn." Grif- "Grif, private, goodbye!"

Well that was quick. Grif ran out through the entrance to go who knows where he'll be sleep at. Sarge, as always after seeing Grif's unnacceptable attitude, wasn't very happy before he pumps his shotgun.

Sarge- "Grif, where do you think you're going? Get back here or I'll give you some 'discipline'!" Simmons- "Oh don't mind him, he's always a jerk.

Just before Sarge leaves for the Great Grif Hunt, he says something to Simmons.

Sarge- "Simmons, while I'm off hunting, give this girl one of the bodysuits Sister left and once I get Grif back here, continue to strip his armor off!" Simmons- "Ro- wait what?"

Sarge left.

Ruby "Wow, talk about colorful personalities you guys have." Simmons- Yeah it's always like this here for the past four years. By the way, why did Sarge ordered me to strip Grif, the orange jerk you just met, off his armor. What's up with that?" Donut- "Well from the looks of it, Rose isn't wearing any armor. So I guess the rookie forgot to wear it before she left and Sarge decided to make Grif's armor as a substitute before she get it." Simmons- "I doubt it'll perfectly fit her. Ruby- "I don't need armor." Simmons- "What!" Donut- "Yeah, I know. This armor's sooooo last year. I can't keep the dust off it." Simmons- "She's not talking about that, she says she doesn't need armor!" Ruby- "That's right. I've already told sergeant before and I'm perfectly fine without one." Simmons- "But that's a violation of J0HN-117!" Donut- "I don't remember reading that back in bootcamp." Ruby- "Me too! My supervisors never even talked about it back in training." Simmons- "It is! Why don't you want to wear armor?" Ruby- "It's because I got superpowers."

(Cricket chirping nearby, on this PLANET?)

Simmons- "Oh no, not another idiot! CRAP! Ugh, Donut, get Sister's bodysuit." Donut- "Okey dokey. I painted some of them so they may look nicer. Be right back!"

Donut leaves.

Simmons- "Superpowers? Yeah right! If you have 'powers' then I take it you have an AI that can turn you into a thirteen foot giant." Ruby- "Uhmm... uh... ugh... what superpowers?" Simmons- "You said you got 'superpowers' seconds ago. What do you mean 'what'?" Sarge- "Simmons, I need help out here, pronto! Grif's struggling like a stubborn mule and Lopez's underneath a pod door!" Lopez- "¡Sácame de aquí!" Simmons- "Ugh, I'll be back. Why does command keep bringing more idiots, this canyon will be full of them if this keeps going!"

Simmons leaves Ruby as he goes out to help Sarge outside. With herself alone, she slams her berrett onto her face in order to muffle one angry response.

Ruby- "I... AM SUCH... A DUNDERHEAD!!! Why did I said that? I know it was too early to say I got powers, but my stupid mouth won't keep shut! Oooohhh, I just embarrased myself in the first day. Don't worry, let's just hope he'll forget what I said and won't tell everyone else. Eep! Let's hope not! Okay Ruby, just calm down, calm down. I'll show my powers later. So long as they don't freak out. And besides it's my first day and I'm sure it won't get any worse later." Donut "I'm back! Hope you don't mind the colors."

Donut came back from retrieving Kakaina's bodysuits, all painted in lavish color. Ruby upon seeing the bodysuits blushed to see how tight they looked.

Ruby- "I'm seriously going to wear that in front of a team full of men?!" Donut- "Woah, woah, woah, don't freak out Rose. You're dignity will soon be protected once you wear an armor." Ruby- "But it looks so tight! Even if I wear armor, it's still an embarrasing sight!" Donut- "Yeah it's a bit tight, but it still gives you additional protection from any bullets and it even absorbs explosive shockwaves. I once got a grenade stuck to my head and survived without a scratch." Ruby- "Really? That must be traumatizing." Donut- "Not at all after I made some payback. Here, take the unpainted if you like black" Ruby- "I'm not going to change in front of you! Is there somewhere private?" Donut- "Well you can use my room, nothing bt a few blings to keep the blandness away." Ruby- "Thank you. If what you say is true about the suit, it's cool! Also I won't have to worry so much if I double its protection with my Aura." Donut- "A what?" Ruby- NOTHING!" Grif- "Sarge, what are you doing? Get off me!" Sarge- "Hold still, I need to take off your armor. It's URGENT!" Grif- "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Simmons- "Sir, I don't want to be rude. But it sounded like you want to rape him." Sarge- "What? I won't go that far! Not yet."

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/necroceph

#Red vs Blue #rwby #monty oum #rooster teeth #ruby rose

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diario-secreto-bjd · 7 years

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2017 New Year's Doll Meme:

((Lo traduzco tan pronto encuentre las ganas, que se me han perdido por ahi entre los decorados de navidad...))

As every year, let's start! What sculpt do you wish you could see more owner photos of?

- BuddyDoll dolls in general. I know the factory died long ago but I still find them to be the most special sculpts for me. And the few there are are owned by Russian artists in the majority it's not easy to find any picture at all nowadays

Do people choose names for their dolls and characters the dolls are based on and then check excessively to see if anyone is already using the name? Are they bothered if they find other dolls having the same name?

- Personally I'm not. I come up with a name, I never give a single fu*k if anyone else it's using that name. I bet there is a thousand if not more humans using "my name" and I'm not obsessed by it so why should be obsessed about my dolls names..?

What company do you wish were more popular? What company do you wish were less popular? Why?

- I will say BuddyDoll again but since they're closed, I'll go for Obitsu, the big ones, are exactly the same as any other Vinyl ball jointed doll like DollfieDream or SmartDoll but people somehow hates them, I never knew why... And I wish SmartDolls weren't so popular, me, personally, fell like cheated, Danny C. was supposed to give us "the next step on doll evolution", a robotic doll you can command trough an app in your smartphone, and then he reconsidered the cost of production and ended up giving us 'anime flat faced characters' who are ALL ""Mirai with the exact same clothing"" (almost), and for some unknown reason people praise him like if he had invented something marvelous. Wellp, he didn't, he just made another version of DollfieDream but uglier and less imaginative, not the "dolly robot" he promise, and the reason why his brand was called SMART-DOLL to begin with.

Based on the characters written, out of your dolls, your friends’ dolls or even other owners’ dollies, which doll would you most like to be friends with? And which doll is most likely to be your mortal enemy?

- My, this is a good one, since I have a saga of published books about my dolls histories and their character I know them all very deeply and I can say for sure, "Star" will be the one to most likely becoming my friend since he's pretty much like me in many ways, intolerant, nasty for fun, sarcastic, unpredictable, every mistake I have he have almost the same so there will be a problematic friendship but surely we will remain friends for a lifetime. And "Lily" will most possibly be my sort of "mortal enemy" since she is so vain and thinks so high of herself as a doll that this will continuously might generate 'girl cat-fights' over the smallest things.

What’s the longest you’ve waited for a doll to arrive? What’s the shortest?

- Longest?, MOC (mint-on-card), their costumer service sucks and they're rude and they threat you with cancel your order after months of waiting if they don't like where you live even though they had previously told you they had no problem shipping there. It took over 8 months to get Star his own proper body since I wanted a very specific 'over-articulated' body from a specific company who wasn't selling if not trough agents and MOC was the only-one who accepted to ship internationally so I had to suck it and wait while they insulted me over months and months, the final insult, supposedly "extra hands" they had to send me, they send me a pair of hands doing the fu*k you, yes, they ultimately gave me the middle finger on resin. I still have the hands, no idea what to do with them actually... - The shortest?, easy, a week from paid to product arrival. From recaster S/L (China BJD).

Do you like to sew for your dolls? Where do you usually get your fabric?

- I HATE to sew for everyone and everything. Is not like I "can't", is literally, I HATE IT. And when I do have to sew because I don't have any other choice I find fabric in the most weird places. Never online, I live on a "clothing factory district" so I can buy my fabrics here or even real clothing for humans on sale and use the fabric I need from there (since dolls are smaller than humans a t-shirt for a human will have enough fabric for a doll t-shirt for sure).

Do you like to create things for your dolls, be it clothes, wigs, accessories, ect? If so, what?

- As previously stated I do hate to create clothing items, and shoes. I avoid it as much as I can, but I love to make eyes, doll heads, bodies, wigs (fur or fiber), jewelry, and sometimes even props... (though I don't use them much).

If you have pets, do you let them near your dolls? How do they feel about your dolls?

- I have (currently) 3 cats. I let them near my dolls under my strict supervision. One of them wants to steal Star's bed and sleeps on his lap every time he can, but I doubt Star will like that and it might be even a danger for the animal if Star long fingernails break so I never actually let him do so. the other two cats, one ignores my dolls as he ignores humans too, and the lat one it's too curious and can't stay put for a second so he usually just smell my dolls and move on to the next shinny thing.

Is there any character of yours that you wouldn’t want to get as a doll? Why?

- Pfff, hard one here, now that I think of it....... mmm....... no, I don't think I have any character that's a "NOPE" if it comes as a present.... Why?, well, maybe because I only relate the dolls to the characters I make and whatever I hate from them, is in some sense a "part of me", so I can live even with the parts of me I don't like. It's called self-esteem. - Plus, I have Lily, and it's my less favorite character so.... right now I can't think of any. Sorry.

Has anyone ever broken one of your dolls? How did you feel? How did they react?

- By the time I started with BJDs I had already had a lot of "bad experiences with assholes/friends coming home and breaking stuff". The one I remember the most right now, was my best friend (at that time) taking a very rare/expensive/hard-to-get "Kaiyodo Evangelion Eva 05 figure" back in the 90's, and detaching the legs...then he lol'd about it...........that guy now lives 12 hours away, in another continent. Problem solved.

Where do you like to get your supplies? (Elastic, eye puddy, ect.)

- At first (since I didn't knew any better) was all online, the imports on my country are/where expensive but we didn't had all the stupid regulations we have now. Nowadays I tend to actually use my head and look for the stuff I need where I can buy it directly on a real (physical) store around the corner, so I always have a lot of supplies at had. You just need to know what you need and where they sell it. It's not that hard and much more fun.

If you could have a doll of any fandom character, who would you get and why?

- I think Sephiroth from “Final Fantasy VII” series. Thus his armor (specially the shoulder plates) are a pain in the arse'... I did had one of my dolls customized to be him but ultimately ended up using the doll for a character on my book and giving him, a more 'easy to deal with' clothing.

Where is your favorite place to host your doll photos? What other places do you like to share them?

- Mainly DeviantArt, but I also use Tumblr and FB (sometimes). I tend to change over the years but this are the sites I use almost all the time.

What type of camera do you use? What about light set up?

- I hate photography almost as much as sewing clothing items. Sorry.

Where do you usually buy your eyes from? Do you prefer glass, acrylic, urethane, ect?

- I buy my eyes everywhere I can and I do actually prefer glass eyes.

What is the best deal you’ve ever been able to score (be it direct from a doll company, an etsy store, the second-hand market, etc.)?

- Recast from S/L. Purchased 3 1/3 SD dolls and got a mini and a 1/4 for free. + their respective eyes.

Face up artists: What were some things you struggled with when you first began face-ups, vs. things you struggle with now? How do your first face-ups compare to your more recent ones?

- When I first began faceups the most common mistake where the eyebrows, now I don't think I struggle too much about anything anymore... practice do make the master.

What color resin is most of your crew? What color resin is your favorite? What color would you like to get next or in the future?

- Most of my crew it's Normal Yellow, but I have all sort of colors, Tans, blue, white, grey, pink, even Glow in the dark resin... it all depends on the sculpt and the character I'm making.

Do any of your dolls celebrate a holiday other than Christmas?

- Guest you could say Star celebrates his birthday (the day he was order) as a reminder of how I started in this hobby and how long I've being up with this until today.

If you could change one of your dolls into an outfit that isn’t their aesthetic (aka pastel lolita into gothic punk, bad boy into nerdy jock), who would you choose and why? (Also, would they go along with it, or would they protest?)

- I think "Wind" will make a good dark Gothic "something", since he is (as a character) continuously changing his look in search of "who he is" don't think his character will mind neither...

Have you ever bought through Taobao? If so, what did you get, and how did it go?

- Yes, dolls items and dolls, it went perfect. Thank you very much.

Do any of your dolls have a ‘theme song’?

- Star does. It's the song "Iris" from "GooGoo Dolls".

Are any of your dolls more popular than other ones when it comes to likes, reblogs, ect? Are any of them less popular?

- I never notice about "my dolls popularity". I'm not in high-school anymore. And to be honest I gave a sh*t even when I was on high-school so... I'm a very happy outcast, so are my dolls.

If you have more than one doll, how are they connected? Are they from the same story line? If not, do you think they’d still get along?

- All my dolls are connected, all share the same universe and are tied to the events of their main story depicted on my books. Some get along better than others like in real life real people would.

Do you ever smoke (cigarettes, cannabis, ect.) around your dolls? If so, do you worry about the smell? If not, would it bother you if others did?

- I don't smoke. It kinda' bothers me the smell of cigarettes on anything (-or "dirty/wet dog smell", that is on my top ten list of smells I don't want EVER smell again on my LIFE-), but I've learn to live with it since my dad it's a heavy smoker so his belongings always smell like cigarettes... As long as it's not on MY dolls your doll can smell however you prefer and I have no reason to get mad at anyone for it. It's not my doll. Period.

What are your favorite places to hang out within the community? Do you like a specific forum, or fb group?

- I think the community sucks all the joy out of this hobby. I have decades of experience on this community and other fandom related communities and let me tell you, is not worth it. It's a drama over another drama over ANOTHER drama... sooner or later you will be in the center of a hurricane and you won't know what the hell just hapend.

Tell me about your dolls personality! If you have more than one doll, pick a few of your favs! I’d love to know all about them. ^^

- All of my dolls are intertwined into a main story. There are a lot of characters each with an unique story and motivation. I can't really resume their lives as OC's here, but if you like you can read my book. Main characters personalities are a bit like: Star (selfish, unpredictable, values his freedom over most things but it's not an idealistic guy, sarcastic and acid, oftenly apathetic), Doc (curious, loving, gentle and smart but a bit bitter at times), Max (strong, intimidating, never let's his emotions out unless necessary, manly and quiet, can't stand being a slave or other weaker dolls), Swan (smart, fierce, beautiful despite her defects, courageous, stubborn), Angel (distant, quiet, very powerful, mysterious), Pax (strong and kind to others, particularly the weakest ones or the ones in need, honorable and a very good person/doll, values everyone's lives above his own), Night (agile, not as fast as Star but still a skillful doll, very sociable and likes to joke around), Light (serious for his age, tends to be taking care of Night and considers him his brother although they are not related, very loyal), and so on...

Are any of your dolls in a relationship, or married? Do they have any children?

- Spoiler Alert. Yes. Not going to point fingers at them.

What’s your grail doll? (’Grail’ can be interpenetrated any way you desire.)

- I don't really know.... I'm still waiting on a strong actually BIG and not "soom ridiculously thin legs" centaur, like SoulDoll Chiron kinda' centaur, 70 fucking centimeters for real, bad side is that much resin is not something the companies are willing to use on a single doll if they can use half and still sell you the doll for the same price so.... keep on waiting I guest. Most of my grail dolls I already have them so I'm not like "desperate" about getting a specific sculpt.That being said, there is always a doll I will like to own but is not like I'll die if I don't own them...

Do you usually get dolls for a specific character, or create a character once you have the doll?

- I usually get the doll for a specific character but this doesn't mean I haven't piked my good share of dolls just because they're pretty and felt obligated to give them a character afterwards...

Do any of your dolls have an accessory or piece of clothing that they always wear?

- "Night" have a "bow and arrow" set. "Star" has a yellow/orange sparkling scarf, "Max" have dog-tags, "Doc" have black long boots, "Pax" have a blue feather hanging on his neck.., almost all of the characters/dolls I have, have something special that they wear of like to have around at every situation...

Do any of your dolls participate in any clubs, or sports?

- I hate sports, I never did took interest or asked them if they did. But I'm guessing no...

Do your dolls have any pets? If so, would you ever get their pet as it’s own doll?

- Some, and in some cases, yes... but mostly they don't have pets.

What is something about your doll that no one else knows?

- I can't seem to change the eyes of my first doll, I tried like 4 times and ended up back to his original eyes in less than a day. It's like the eyes are the window to the entire personality of that particular doll and without that specific eyes he doesn't looks the same...and I can't tolerate that fact. I fell like I've just killed someone whenever I change his eyes...it's a weird felling knowing he is a doll and it's not actually alive but damn...fells like shit. :/

What is your dolls favorite color? What about their favorite color to wear?

- "Star" preffers redish with a bit of blue, "Doc" loves everything black and specially red... "Lily" loves Pink and white, "Max" prefers military-like colors or simple things...and so on...

Are any of your dolls spiritual?

- I'm not sure on how to interpret this question, ...do you mean if they (their characters) are involved in "spiritual" or so activities..?, or if I use them as "spiritual dolls" to hold the spirit of the dead in real life..?, really, this question needs some context.

Do any of your dolls have tattoos? If so, do they represent anything?

- Not that I recall, maybe a couple. Not going to spoil the story and their meaning. Sorry.

Do any of your dolls have a nickname? Is it one they like, or do they dislike it? Who gave it to them?

- Star usually call Max “the old guy” or “the old men”, and Doc nickname Max sometimes as “the warrior”. But Max doesn’t know they called him nicknames.

* All this questions belong to: "Bjd Discussion Time!" please check their blog for more.

** Disclaimer, right now, Jan 2017, I have over 80 (or more, stop counting them a long time ago) Ball Jointed Dolls, so it's a LOT difficult to list them all and I replied this questions to the best of my knowledge. Hope you have less dolls and can actually give more precise answers.

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