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candywife333 · 7 months

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Light A Candle for Me

Hey guys, here is a Diwali special fic. It is a two shot and revolves around this beautiful little holiday of lights. The first part sets up the rest of the story. Second part should be a little bit more comedic.

ugly duckling/late bloomer chubby reader x rich idol Jungkook

Triggers: non-con picture taking (Y/N is still clothed) , eventual smut (rough)

Disclaimer: The Jungkook written in this fic is not an accurate representation of the real life Jungkook's thoughts or actions. Keep in mind that this is fiction. has minimal to no proofreading.

What is she doing out of her lair? You mean, Y/N, the girl who shall never be named?

That was the manner in which everyone at HYBE perceived Y/N. She was a desolate, mousy , rather quaint girl that lived in what you could call the basement of HYBE. She was head of tech support and she lived in her little dungeon till they needed her expertise to access their security footage or if there was a glitch with any of the computers upstairs.

She rarely came upstairs to the cafeteria or upstairs in general for that matter, preferring to pack her own lunch ----a green bamboo circular bento set that nobody had ever seen the contents of. The three other people working in the IT department would come and go easily, socializing with the rest of the building, but Y/N, the big boss, or "Bowser" as she had been dubbed by Jungkook and Jimin, kept to herself.

Y/N always wore a black baggy cotton shirt with black cardigan, black framed circular glasses, and black slacks that looked freshly pressed every morning. She smelled of laundry, baked cookies, and tangerines. The only reason Jungkook knew her scent so well was because of one incident in which he had spilled coffee over his keyboard. The wireless keyboard had died on him, and so when he summoned Y/N, her majesty, from her underground dungeon, she had just slightly brushed up against him to reach the keyboard.

That was when he had come to the conclusion that she was the equivalent of a librarian, ghostly, quiet, and strict with a very convincing resting bitch face. Y/N never spoke. It's not as though she didn't communicate. But she just never spoke to fill the silence, as most people tend to do. It's as if she reveled in it. To add insult to injury, her quiet demeanour along with her resting bitch face (which Jungkook swears to the this day, was ready to kill him with a machete for the damage to his keyboard ) made people fear her.

She only every speak when it was required and when she did speak, in a resounding, firmly assertive voice, devoid of any doubt, she intimidated most of the staff and even the boys to some degree. Even Yoongi had been scared to call her for help when the computer in his genius lab was malfunctioning.

Her clothes, her attitude and her overall aura presented as a festering ground for rumors to spread. Some said that she was so ugly and drab, that she had never been approached even once on a casual date. Other absurd rumors stated that she had a string of boyfriends, who mysteriously disappeared one by one.

None of them were true. But that little tidbit was irrelevant to the gossipmongers of HYBE. Bang PD knew how much of a hard worker Y/N was. She kept all the viruses, firewalls, and glitch errors out of HYBE. Her work spoke for itself; impeccable at cybersecurity, Y/N as head of IT made sure that there was never a data breach at HYBE and she even went so far as to trouble shoot for errors before they even happened. If there were malicious online rumors about any members of any group at HYBE , she and her team members made sure to take those down, and to get rid of them without even a peep.

Y/N sighed wearily at her office desk, holding her pounding head in her hands . Tomorrow was Diwali and she really wanted to celebrate. She had been pulling late nighters for the past few days, as she had to help the PR team handle all the online press regarding Jungkook's solo album release in the US. It was so hectic, that at this point she felt as though she truly lived in her office. But, she really wanted to celebrate the festival. The holiday meant a lot to her as a kid, and even now. Her family had celebrated it growing up and she wanted to uphold the tradition annually.

Getting up from her chair, she packed her bags, ready to go home and clean up. There was a party for the Diwali at her cousin's house tomorrow evening, and she would have to wear a sari to work. Y/n usually maintained her drab and rather somber business attire without fail, but she didn't have enough time to go home and change before the party. She would have to brave it out. Being an introvert, she was sure the extra attention would freak her out. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Everyone in HYBE were functioning normally the next morning. Yet, as soon as y/N arrived, they all felt like they were either hallucinating or experiencing a collective brain aneurysm. Since when did Y/N wear color? Any color other than black that is?

Suzy, the receptionist felt like she was about to faint. She took a double look to make sure that it was truly Y/N entering the front door. Who the hell was this goddess? Y/N had on a red and gold sari in a chiffon, silky material draped over her curvy body. She had a bright red circular bindi over her forehead with gold bangles gracing her wrists and a gold chain adorning her neck. She looked like something divine, as she entered the building in her red high heels which couldn't have been more than 2 inches tall. Yet, the diminutive heels changed the way she walked, or shall we say glided. She had put in contact lenses as she had left the glasses at home.

Just as Suzy almost accepted Y/N's fabulous appearance, she saw the back of Y/N's outfit and almost had a seizure. It was backless, showing off her beautiful soft skin glinting in the morning light. The only thing keeping her blouse together was a singular golden thread that was tied up at the back. Suzy could see Y/N's spine all the way till right above her bum. Damn, Suzy needed a fan and water. If she was lesbian, she would've jumped on Y/N already by now.

Y/N decided that she would get some food at the cafe since it took her so long to get ready in the morning. She had no time to pack her usual. She sauntered over to the cafeteria in her traditional ensemble to pick up some coffee and a scone.

Mark's jaw dropped so low, it almost felt like he had dislocated it. Was this really Y/N? She looked like an otherworldly being, her expressive eyes framed with long lashes pulling him in. Her body called to him, and surely any other male in the room. The sari was draped so perfectly such that it showcased her figure. Her breasts covered by a sheer layer of chiffon, showing off her midriff , sloping down to wide hips that revealed skin as she bent down to pick up money she had accidentally dropped.

Her eyelashes fluttered on her cheek as she whispered out, "So sorry Mark, just happened to drop the money". She turned around as she took her order and just about every damn employee at the cafe decided that they needed a fan club just for her back. How had she hid her beauty for so long? She looked so perfectly feminine, that they didn't know how to process her in their brains and in.... other places.

Yoongi had come towards the cafe to grab a quick americano, and thank god he had no water in his mouth. Otherwise he would definitely have spit it out. He saw Y/N walking in his direction, and almost collapsed on the ground. His eyes couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Was this really Bowser? Their stoic tech support boss? How had she not been snatched up til this point?

As he pondered all this, he decided to do something that he wasn't exactly proud of. But, if he was going to have such a disjointed and jarring morning, he was going to make sure the rest of his members felt the same bizzare amazement and confusion as he did. He took a picture of her without her knowing, front and back, as he salivated, and put it on their group chat.

Jungkook had just arrived at HYBE, having gotten back from New York last night after his promotions in the US. He was so ridiculously tired, till he got a notification on their group chat. He never responded on it anyway. But he decided to randomly see what someone had sent.

He almost tripped on the pavement as he saw the picture that had been sent. whAT THE FREAKIN HELL?!!!! WHO WAS THIS BEAUTY AND WHEN DID SHE EXIST IN THEIR BUILDING??

The rest of the boys in the chat were just as incredulous. Jungkook saw all the interest all the boys were showing in the chat. They were literally thirsting over her. But no, he would have to have her. Her beautiful body , curving exactly where it was supposed to, with her lustrous curls tossed on her back, called to him. She was a siren, and her beauty was beseeching him. Who was this goddess?

He knew her body, but he didn't know her face or name. Yoongi hadn't posted her face. He would have to find out who she was. Not a difficult task for the golden maknae.

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richincolor · 9 months

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New Releases

I got an early look at Rez Ball and am really looking forward to seeing it out in the world. I'm excited for that and several others this week.

Rez Ball by Byron Graves Heartdrum

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Sixty x Fem!Reader (2.7k words)

Exile - Part One - The Middle of Purgatory (hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending) Heartbreak’s a natural part of life. Rally and move on. But it’s impossible to live and let go when that someone is always around. Sixty’s stuck with you in long meetings, elevator rides and work functions. He can’t let you go and it’s not like you can let him go either. So… how are you two going to resolve this?

The air smells like butter and salt intermingling with rich, sugary confections. It springs forth a nostalgia for simpler times with red tickets crushed between sticky fingers. Multicolored lights flash above boardwalk game booths, drawing in crowds as the sun begins to dip behind striped tents. Employees sporting bright pink polos wave guests forward to spend their coin on games where the rules are simple and the odds stacked.

A crowd begins to form around one of the more entertaining delights at the boardwalk. It’s none other than the dunk tank where a large, frowning man sits above a tank of water. His eyes stare down any who approach, cigarette stained teeth widening in an arrogant grin. All night, he goads and taunts curious observers.

“You there! You look like you could knock the Great Armando off his seat.”

Sometimes he got a little mean.

“Hah! No arm that thin could throw a ball. Let’s see if you can even hold it!”

And sometimes, Armando was wrong and a loud splash of water would precede the sounds of excited laughter and applause. Despite the charm and whimsy of the setting, there is one man immune to it all.

Caiden moves with a slight sway and a belly full of champagne. The neon signs appear doubled in his vision and as he tumbles past park goers, dodges running children, he finds himself grinding his teeth in an effort to suppress a wave of nausea.

“Fuck,” he groans, wincing as an ache stirs in his chest. There’s a stinging, cloying pain that’s spreading around the back of his eyes, a blend of rage and something else he’s too proud to admit. He knows he’s looking a little pitiful. Wine stains his black suit, matte patches blotting out the otherwise shiny quality of the material. Around his neck is a black tie, barely hanging on and loosening further with every step. He’s only half sure his white shirt remains tucked into his pants and he counts his lucky stars that it managed to remain immaculate after your outburst. And oh, he’s absolutely not above blaming his current disheveled state on you.

The night was still young. A large event hall was decked out in gold, white and black. Bundles of balloons and streamers hovered around marble pillars. A band was playing some upbeat tunes and drinks were flowing freely enough that despite the affair being a white tie event, people were getting a bit loose and rowdy.

He was having a grand fucking time at the work party until he stumbled into you. You and your ugly mug of a boyfriend. Caiden hated him on the spot. The guy looked like beach weather and summer, sun kissed skin, short wavy, light brown locks and a suit that fit snug around toned muscles. He was taller than him and while Caiden was very secure about himself, a pit began forming in his stomach.

Questions formed against his will, clouding his enjoyment of the evening. Things like, what does this asshole have that I don’t? When’d you meet? How long has this been going on? Was this loser just a rebound? Because he better be. And when you laughed too enthusiastically at the unfunniest joke your boyfriend said, Caiden seethed. He knew what you sounded like when you really enjoyed a joke, hisjokes. He knew your tells, they way your eyes crinkled a little further, mouth open in hysterical laughter. How could you enjoy the company of this second rate, fucking, understudy?

How did he let this happen?

Fuck it. It didn’t matter, he had a cute girl hanging around his waist all night, pretty lips murmuring promises of filth as soon as the party ended. He’d been seeing her for a while, too, and basked a little too long in your pain when she shook your hand in passing. Still, the remains of what you and Caiden had bubbled to the surface and came crashing when the alcohol was rich in both of your systems.

“Where’d you find this guy? At the secondhand store?” he asked, waiting for a laugh which you did not give.

He cornered you by a quiet spot behind a pillar next to a table full of abandoned glasses and judging by your widened eyes, you weren’t expecting him. The reason may have something to do with how neither of you’ve spoken since the night your… unlabeled fling ended.

“Caiden,” you warned, tone firm as your hand clutched a half full wine glass. He caught your eyes drifting to the party, on the girl he brought, who was patiently waiting for his return. Your shoulders tensed and you answered, “What do you want?”

“What?” he teased with a slight drawl, tongue slow from a buzz. His palms rose up defensively. “I just wanted to learn more about your date.”

“Have you tried not snubbing him?”

Ah, yeah. Caiden was pretty sure your dumbo guy introduced himself around the drinks table and in arrogant fashion, Caiden placed a glass between his lips and grinned before giving him the cold shoulder.

“Wasn’t much to say,” he replied, smirk growing. Fuck, he was a lot of drinks in and couldn’t stop his mouth from running. “He looked lost.”

“Right,” you replied sarcastically. You fidgeted, eyes glancing from one object to the next, a table, waitstaff as they passed by with hor dourves, anywhere but at his brown eyes. Seconds ticked by and any hope that Caiden would bore and walk away dwindled the longer he lingered. He hovered like he still had some claim over you, at least in this moment he was soaking up what he could of you up close. You felt his eyes rake down your neck and chest, to your folded arm and fingers tensed around glass. Unused to the quiet, you spoke while he examined you with a wry grin.

“How… how’s your date liking the party?” you awkwardly offered, feeling yourself wrap another arm around your waist.

“She’s having a blast.” He propped an elbow on a table, leaning casually while taking another step to keep your distances the same.

“Good.”

Laughter erupted in the distance, drawing your eye. Caiden, unwilling to lose your attention, reached out to you with a warm palm on your bare shoulder. It worked, as your head snapped instantly back to him. He doubled down on his questioning, this time with a sharper tone than before.

“No, really. I wanna know. How’d you two meet? It’s gotta be some meet cute story right?”

His bitterness was obvious and the narrowing of your eyes told him he struck the right nerve.

“We met at the park. He was playing basketball with some friends,” you answered, quick and to the point. You pivoted, shoulders following the twist of your hips, readying your exit. “Listen, I should—”

“What? Not even a little curious about me?”

You were, but Caiden’s ego didn’t need to know. You sighed, arms dropping while being mindful of the wine that sloshed in your hand. He didn’t wait for you to reply as he had been dying for an opportunity to let you know.

“The record store. Y’know the cute, little shop in downtown?” he offered.

How could you not? He told you all about his dad being a vinyl collector and how he inherited the same burning passion for music pressed into plastic. It was you who discovered the shop and dragged him there on a lunch break for his birthday. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas when you told him to pick anything he wanted as a gift. It shouldn’t have meant anything, but Caiden asked for you to choose and his reason was a wicked grin.

The search began and you both dug through decades of music. And you were lucky it was a slow day at the office since you long over stayed your lunch break browsing through yellowed album covers, humming to songs on a shared headset. You decided that if you both knew most of the songs, that it would be the album to take home. When you found it, he made an effort to give it a special place in his home. For a while, it was displayed on a stand beside his record table and he had played it often on your visits. Now though, you wondered if it was still there, or if he had relocated it to the bottom of a trash bin.

“Small world,” you politely added, careful to keep your features neutral.

Caiden’s eyes glinted with delightful joy, contrasting against his growing sneer. “Yeah, she uh… she was just hanging around there, right place, right time. And really, great taste.” His tongue roved across his lips in a motion too slow to be accidental. “Yada, yada, yada… and now she’s my girlfriend.”

His vague retelling was enough to draw up flashes of hypotheticals. It was easy to imagine them together in that dusty, old shop, standing side by side and singing tunes as you have. A sour taste flooded your tongue. His words had you yearning for a time and place that didn’t exist. Silence filled the long, drawn out gap in conversation and Caiden was unable to mask the flicker of regret when his eyes met your reddening ones.

“Well, your girlfriend seems nice,” you admitted.

You said it like the label meant something to him, like you believed it when he threw it out there. Your voice broke around the syllables, a mournful sound because labels were why you weren’t the one he brought to the party and he said it like it was second nature. The words, it’s not fair, was trapped between your lips and it hung in the air like he knew.

It wasn’t fair because you fell for the type of guy that was always moving, whether it was up a career ladder or from studio apartments to penthouse condos. Caiden stopped for nothing and no one. He wasn’t a sentimental person, not when things came easily to a man as handsome, quick witted and charming as he was. So it shouldn’t have surprised you it ended this way, because it was his fault you were both inches from each other and miles apart all at once. And it was always his fault, wasn’t it?

That’s how he felt when you looked at him, watery eyed and bottom lip quivering. Instead of feeling sorry, his cheeks burned, insides curling with a force that burst out his lips. He wanted to poke and prod at your pain to catch a glimpse of the you that couldn’t entirely let him go.

“Oh, she’s nice. When I let her be,” he agreed, licking his lips.

The hurt that flashed across your face was masked quickly with anger. Brows furrowed, you lifted your chin and scowled.

“You can be such an ass, you know that?”

Caiden leaned in, mouth brushing across your ear, breath warm. His cologne smothered you, a familiar and intoxicating scent that brought forth flashes of sweaty, freckled skin against your lips.

“Yeah, baby?” he said it condescendingly, chuckling to himself. “Does your date know how nice you’ve been for me, too?”

And that was how your half empty glass of wine magically emptied itself onto his suit. He watched you turn on your heels, get swept off your feet by a partner who soothed your frown with an arm around your waist. The other man threw a cold glance in his direction as he laid a soft kiss to the crown of your head. Caiden could read the outline of his lips asking if you were alright and you sunk deeper into his arms. It made the ugly knot in Caiden’s chest twist and grow.

The night was a mess, mostly thanks to him. Caiden cleaned up in a bathroom, wiped the wine from his face, called a cab for his girl and gave her a half assed excuse about an upset stomach. He needed to clear his head. On his way out, he washed down a glass of champagne and found himself walking with no real destination in mind. He had gone until he stumbled into an old memory, the amusement park by the boardwalk and the location of your first ‘date’.

At least, that’s how Caiden thinks he got here. The time he spends leaning against a light fixture watching others enjoy their evening helps sober him up marginally. Halos of colorful lights make his head throb and there’s a subtle blur to the edges of his vision despite standing dead still. He smells of wine and worse, he swears your perfume lingers on him even though he barely touched you.

A couple takes a spot in front of a ring toss game, their arms wrapping around each other as they take turns throwing. For every ring that made its target, they squeal with delight and cheer each other on. There’s a sickeningly sweet exchange of short, innocent kisses for the big scores and the longer Caiden watches, the more their silhouettes morph, sharpening until they look more like him…and you.

Plastic wraps around his hand. The weight of the ring is light but off balance, designed to mess with the player. There are rows and rows of glass bottles of different heights and Caiden can tell the painted lines on the backdrop are designed to warp the perspective. His left wrist flicks, forearm swiping quickly to his right. The ring swirls as it hits the furthest and highest bottle top, joining the stack from his previous tries.

You make a noise, it’s girlish and giddy and he can feel himself watching you closer than he ever has before. He takes in your broad smile and in place of pride, he feels the tendrils of a soft emotion wrap around him from your unguarded enthusiasm. His hands move on their own accord, leaving the wood top of the booth to stroke the curve down your back.

“Impressed? Told you I could do it,” he boasts.

“How are you so good at this?” you reply, eyes wide in disbelief.

Your hip knocks into his and he returns with one of his own. His smile widens as he wraps one arm around the dip of your waist and lowers his face to yours. He holds up a sunflower yellow ring, the smallest of the set, but it’s blurry and out of focus as you’re more drawn to his face. Brown locks fall across his forehead. Soft pinks and yellows caress the sharp lines of his cheekbones and square jaw. His chest vibrates from a low chuckle. You can see his answer forming in his honey brown eyes and the wink which follows, promises trouble.

“Gonna need another good luck kiss, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes but oblige, leaning onto your tippy toes and Caiden takes that as a chance to pull you in for a deeper kiss. His lips curl against yours, tasting cotton candy on you and wraps his tongue around yours cause he can’t get enough. An ahem from an underpaid booth worker doesn’t slow his momentum. His hand wanders until it’s got a firm grip around the back of your neck and he’s clinging onto you, chasing every crumb he has left of you until all that’s left is a ghost.

Caiden feels a shiver as a breeze hits his damp coat and he’s pulled back to a harsh, nauseating reality where he’s now that guy who’s brooding presence causes parents to clutch their children tightly. Wrenching himself forward, he drags his feet across wooden boardwalks. Following the scent of the bay, he lets the wind take him to where the water is as dark as the night sky. Jubilant music fades, as do the sounds of bells and cheers. They drift off, along with your perfume which once clung to his skin. He stops when there’s nowhere left to go and parks himself on a bench beside a coin operated binocular.

His phone buzzes in his pant pocket. A reflection of their caller ID glows on his right wrist and the swelling in his chest is back because the name is all wrong. He lines his head with the horizon and takes in a long, slowly drawn inhale. Sitting as still as he can, Caiden mindlessly watches the tides rise and crash into the docks. Clouds roll and stretch across the atmosphere, covering a crescent moon. Stars twinkle back at him, like the skies are winking and laughing.

What a fool, they say.

Seconds tick by and he doesn’t let go of his breath until the buzzing stops. A breeze plays with his hair, tickles the back of his neck like a chaste kiss. It smells like the park, sweet and sticky cotton candy.

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b1rdonawire · 1 year

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In highschool I had a crush on this rich white girl. We were in stage craft together. She’d waste whole rolls of tape, ruin cardboard by poking it and would only listen to me. She’d ask me what needed to get done, and we’d paint and nail pieces of the set together, go to the dollar store to buy glue during class.

We’d lay on the cat walk together and she’d tell me how she hates boys, how boys are annoying and she thinks she’ll never have any interest in them. She even got a boyfriend and we’d lay looking down at him from the catwalk and she’d tell me how she felt nothing for him and would laugh. The boy who I had a sort of relationship with interested her, she’d ask me “what can you get him to do?” and things of this nature and tease me by making her eyes big when he’d compliment me.

She told me about her families lake house in Michigan. She asked where I was going for break and I told her that I would be babysitting my siblings and painting the trim on my house. She told me she had plans to run away, and had even secured a second phone. When I asked why she planned to runaway said her parents didn’t let her do what she wanted.

Once the boys we liked sat watching us try on dresses together in the costume room. I don’t remember why but I associated her with stars and made her a necklace that said “star” on it. She wrote jokes on note cards and gave them to me when I passed her in the halls.

I don’t know, your post made me think of her lol xd

i kinda meant that post as a joke about me and my ex-girlfriend but i'm so glad that it resonated with you!! i actually realized i was in love with her during a college theater department production of romeo and juliet, so that probably gives you a good idea of how fundamentally different and incompatible our lives were. we came from completely different religious, ethnic, geographic and class backgrounds and absolutely did not know how to communicate with each other because of that. it's strange how being so different from someone can also make us want to be so close to them??? i don't really have any good answers.

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theirstcry · 2 years

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Hazel Suri Jimenez

⛱️ guess who i just saw at BOWS AND LACE BOUTIQUE? HAZEL JIMENEZ! don’t they look good for 40 years old? they arrived 5 WEEKS ago and are planning to stay INDEFINITELY. they ARE A STORE OWNER OF BOWS AND LACE BOUTIQUE. so far they LIKE the people of elmerton. ⛱️

STATISTICS

First Name: Hazel

Middle Name: Suri

Last Name: Jimenez

Age: 40

Birth Date: 8/24/1981 / August 24th, 1981

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Romantic Orientation: biromantic

Marital Status: divorced

Ethnicity: white/mexican/indian

Nationality: American

Religious Identity: agnostic

Positive Trait: adaptable, adventurous, compassionate

Negative Trait: calculating, submissive, stubborn

BIO / SUMMARY

She grew up in a rich family, her father inherited his business from his father. She always wanted to own and run the business. She thought it would be possible because she is the oldest, but her parents believe in traditional roles and did not think she should be the one to run it. They plan to pass down the family business to their second oldest, their son. This broke her heart, she always followed her father around and learned about his business and how it all works.

She had her rebellious stage when she left for college. She stayed vague whenever her parents called for updates about her life. But she was doing everything she knew they would disapprove of. She had plan to never return home, but that didn't work out as planned. Her boyfriend at the time was also from her hometown, and what coincidence he also a part of a family that has a business. But unlike her, his family business was going to be passed down to him. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t plan on returning home either until his father passed, which pushed his decision on moving back home and taking over the business.

Hazel went back with her boyfriend, who turned into fiancé and then husband. They went through their arguments and disagreements, but she stay by his side and supported him. She even helped him with his business since he never took anything serious when his father was trying to teach him how to run the business. But lucky for him, she knew how. To a degree, he was helping her live her dream through him. They end up having two girls together. Not as early as her parents, and his mother wants, but they both agreed to wait until a later time when he was settle into his role and she had made a career for herself.

Hazel and her husband divorced because she found out he was cheating on her. She didn’t file when she discovered he was cheating. She waited until she had everything planned. When she had her money all secured, her business secured, and her revenge plan. Her husband solely relies on her to run his business. This has caused her to keep her business small, but she didn’t mind because everything in their life run smoothly when it worked that way. She did most of the work and he signed whatever she needed him to sign. While she got him to sign things for his business, like any normal day, she also got him to sign his business to her.

She filed for divorce, and lucky for her their prenup had an infidelity clause. Let’s just say the divorce and prenup was definitely pricey for her ex-husband. He was not aware yet that that he had sign over his business since she allowed him to act as if he was still in charge. He tried to get her to stay, not for love but for his business. Her parents wanted her to stay because this was the ideal marriage that allowed both families to benefit from each other business. His mother didn’t want her to divorce for the same reason as her parents. All the guilt tripping and manipulation was not worth her keeping his business. So, she decided to sell it. Her taking over his business was her original revenge plan, but selling it worked to. Nothing like starting her own business.

She got a B&B to stay in as the divorce was going. She had plan where she was going to move and where her new business was going to be. Once the divorce was over she started her project. While she was in New York, she had her business be built in Elmerton, Florida. It’s not an idea most would have to start a business but she wanted a fresh start, far away from her parents and her ex-husband. She stayed until the girls finished the school year. Once they were done she moved to Florida, looking over last detail for business before opening it.

Ideally, she wanted full custody of her girls, but she knew it wouldn’t be fair to not allow them to have a relationship with their father. For the summer the girls get to stay with him, but during the school year they will be staying with her in Florida.

EXTRAS

Subplot: blended families - MUSE O

The girls: Alondra (12) & Iliana (10)

#fortyintro #♥ 》 about. ( hazel )

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suspiciousriver · 6 months

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At the Gas Station

The patchwork quilt is this:

a Navajo, a pal, a Ronald Reagan,

Two baritone boys, and an alcoholic.

Spanish, plaid, orange juice, white noise,

Criterion, draping my legs over Paul’s

knees and his playful tap.

Me and my friends and we’re chugging beer,

Sky shows up and she was a friend from my childhood

And she plays pool with her boyfriend

and they’re the type that Neo opens the door to.

I bought two gray rabbits at King’s Thrift

And I positioned them to touch noses.

Two black eyes and their noses kissing

on a bookcase and when I sat on the couch

I began to think of them as a camera.

I painted the one rabbit pink with flowers

and left the other one gray.

I looked to the left and their eyes were

Cold-black and chill-haunted.

This is how we taunt: with helicopters

and invisible cameras and a surveilled

Boob light.

No one believes that Paul and I were

that tight.

Zach gives me two objects:

A Gameboy and a wind-up mouth toy,

You twist it and it chatters and jumps

Downstairs. I have too many lost objects to count.

I had three chests that I kept by the door.

A trophy from my debate days.

I was neatly clipped.

He was neatly tipped.

I am too tired to talk.

It’s too dark to walk.

I’m better suited for flourescent-white, sterile,

spandex environments anyway.

I have seen this before:

Mother-rape-son. He had a right to roll

his eyes. African man with angry eyes

I’m trying to tell you:

Maybe when I look in the mirror I see a face that’s better suited for darkness, or lamps, and that scares me — the sun can be so critical.

I don’t always feel deserving of it.

Ever catch a sun ray so pure and warm it sets your heart on fire? I chase that feeling daily. I chase warmth daily.

Love is a form of knowledge,

which I think it is.

We share blue eyeliner.

You’re a thought in your own head, honey.

Will a Twisted tea fix this?

It won’t.

It’s all hidden crackhead knowledge.

These are the treats.

Every day

boiled eggs.

Castro visited Utah and the truck

newspapers. Rich!

That was genuine disgust

Because I looked like a

mullet-Malcom-X-Nazi-whore.

The Asian doctor sniffed my crotch

And said, “You’re really being released

with all of that baggage?”

Fuck you. This is why he ran.

St. George man and I ride the same

wavelength. He was trying to maintain

his sanity.

They flock around Derrick's slit neck

and I am so grief-ridden that I kicked

him. I did not want to escalate.

Is he alive? South Korea Ender’s Game dude

and his robotic voice cracked into my skull:

I am thinking about sex.

This is why I cannot sleep.

He’s 32. You’re nothing. You’re everything.

Give it to Gina: I looked trashy as hell.

Can you act black for a second?

What does Cuba represent?

Not Adrian. Not Adrienne.

Pizza gate: I am politely telling you,

I do not have that disease.

Thank you. It was Isaiah’s parakeet,

and the Bible. I am politely

asking you to show me your 7 cults.

I am asking you to FaceTime my husband

and his dirty beard and a seatbelt.

Day Two, they helped strap

me to a gurney and I was secured.

We like to drop hints: Sunglasses and something is seriously wrong

with the lifeboat. It was his ball sweat and a dog named Cujo.

My father/crack was a child. My father thinks I’m ugly.

It’s about time we met each other

for real. I resisted those journals for two years

because he Ultra-Blued his way onto my couch.

A big treat from the nice girl, pink soap.

I was smelly. I was brown. Here are your affirmation

cards: World-War-3. I should have

invited Shane(heroin)and my mother(meth)

to share the same couch. I had to snip

my chlorine hair because it was locking.

California is the deep fake. Home box office

recession. Century 16. Who can pretend to be the

most grateful for a chicken leg? I was.

me and a denim coat. Artificially intelligent

and let’s keep shit on TikTok. I met you through

MF Doom and Tupac. The world’s worst violent arm

length and fishing for work. Pork! I want to eat you.

Toasters and fake forks and that twitch.

It’s mine. I want small work. Here is the crystal cage.

Men are obsessed with my militantly tight pussy

and masked men keep shit loud. I don’t know why you don’t finger yourself

I want you! That was a real treat from Joe. I want to sever three red ties.

The blonde. The host. The pace. MINUS 3 POINTS: BACK TO JAZZ.

He lashes his own back like Jesus

and I cannot help him there.

That was her favorite hiss.

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devil666lovesblog · 2 years

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The story between me and YAC(V)

There are many excuse to get to her place to fuck her, and I wonder why her ex-gf don't ever use that. For instance, her computer caught a virus, some hardware failure, software issues, need to upgrade software, need new software installed...etc. That is the opposite direction of thinking about: If she is monitored by her mother closely, why don't I bring the war to her place(unless her whole home is wired with a security camera)? Then I understand the real reason which she breakup with her ex-boyfriend: She want him to take her out of the cage then lock her up to fuck, her ex-bf is such a good boy that the worst thing he could thought of is just to communicate with her secretly. There is no intention on his part to run away with her. I suppose, of her nature, he doesn't really make a living with her for the rest of their life. He can just take her to Macau for a week, do as he wishes to her, then part with her claiming they are incompatible such and such. Somehow those thoughts never appear in his mind, and that is why she secretly hates him for being a coward. She wants a MAN to take her by storm, dissect her body and debase her fully; apparently that thought could not exist in a guy without much experience with ladies. How rational is it to think girls want exactly what a lot of guys think secretly: Take her out, fucked her whatever the way one wants and don't care about whether she likes it or not, then just dump her with cum still inside her womb? That is not an accident but a product of evolution: To girls, it is better to be pregnant by some guys in puberty rather than not pregnant at all. In the later case her gene will forever last in the gene pool in future: In terms of DNA, it is better to be raped brutally than never touched by a man. Cruelty is in all of us. I do ask her if there is any camera at her home, and the time for work of her parents. However, that turned out to be impossible since they have guards at home and 24/7 cameras. One just can't imagine why parents would do that to their kids, is part of the parental responsibility to keep the girls virgin for whoever is the first man who breaks her hymen? If her parents ever had thought seriously about it and guided her through different states of sexual development, then my attraction to her would be much weakened without the rebellious element. As civilized as man, they don't understand what they did sometimes is no different from an animal with a dictatorship head of family, only the iron fist of the dictatorship is weakened as s/he gradually aged then overthrown by the young and strong offspring. Breaking out from the family is also part of the game in evolution, the gene is gaming us in much more levels than one imagined. Next part is to prepare a place which her parents won't discover, or some district her parents simply won't go never having any friend there. It should not be in a district that is crowded with love motels, or having a reputation for lovers to have quick fixes, for that will have many scout watching. The route of travelling also needs to be carefully planned with the mode of transportation least familiar by her parents nor friends. We need a cap and clothes to change in the middle (that is very trivial and common in the streets) so one can not notice the person wearing the same shirt or shoe appear in different districts of HongKong. That I would even assume they have some access to the camera (traffic cam) in the street, which may seem a little bit paranoid. I really need to analyze the whole social network of how her parents live and work: She just has one mother and her father is long deceased, two sides have not been in contact after his father. They are never in good terms since her mother's parent s has a classic discrimination against those who are as rich as them. I confirm my hypothesis that her mother is pregnant before they get married. ZAC's mother is the second in her family, she seems to be an unlikely candidate for the one breakout from the Chan family. Throughout her life as a kid then teenager she doesn't have any trouble with her parents, unlike her other sister who has bigger boobs than her. All except she has the prettiest face in the family. But in the graduation party she has an accident in which she has to travel by taxi by herself in a half drunk state. Then the taxi driver rape her then blackmail her family for money, she get pregnant and has to get married ASAP, so she and her friend set a trap for a guy which she like for a long time, and force herself to him. Fucking for a maybe 5 or 6 times(to her that is overbalance the bad gene from a taxi driver) in a roll, then ZAC's father has to marry a girl he don't really like. He actually prefer one of her friend and later they have an affair(during ZAC's mother birthday party they pretend to play chess in a room but are fucking each other.) ZAC mother knew it some time after that but pretend nothing has happened. ZAC's father later heard of the real origins of ZAC but treated her just like a real daughter while ZAC's mother kept suspicious of his intention: wait for this delicious grape to mature. Too bad he died early in his 45 in the bed of his mistress, that is the first time he really took heart to 'rebel' against his wife. Thus two sides will never ever see each other again. Without much contact with grassroot class, ZAC is really curious about how poorer people live their life. And she has a sexual fantasy of being raped by an illiterate but muscular man in a public toilet when he forces her head to the urine filled toilet, pushes my dick fully in and out to her womb, and her haze rubbing against the dirty side of the toilet. After that his friend take turn in raping her the most impolite uncivil rudest way, all cum inside her womb then she has clean all dicks that still has her fluid and sperm.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 2 years

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I can't be with you - Seokjin au oneshot

Well I was working today, and this came into my head … so I wrote it. 3.5K words of angst 👀

“Did you tell her yet?” Hwasa asks the birthday girl, interrupting your conversation.

“Tell me what?” You look over to Solar in question, a frown building at her sudden fidgeting nature.

“Ah, well…” she lets out a nervous breath of laughter before staring daggers at her best friend. “I didn’t want to tell her in case it didn’t happen.”

She gives Hwasa the biggest fakest smile, her eyes glaring a warning to end the conversation.

“I think you should tell her,” she replies bluntly, leaving you more confused since this began. Were they keeping secrets from you?

“There’s no point in causing drama or conflict if it doesn’t even happen,” she mutters through gritted teeth.

“What have you guys done?“ you ask wearily, not liking where the conversation was heading.

Hwasa is about to answer but something catches her sight, she looks past you both to the front door with a sigh.

“You should’ve told her when you had the chance,” she says to Solar before nodding behind you both. Solar wishes the ground would swallow her whole, not turning around when you did, she already knew who walked through the door.

“You didn’t,” you whisper in shock.

You're frozen, he must have felt your stare because soon enough his eyes find yours, holding your gaze softly for a moment before something snaps you out of it. You turn back to your friend with a trembling anger, as she tried to make herself smaller and smaller, hoping to disappear to not face your wrath.

“Solar!”

At the sound of his voice, your heart leaps into your throat, heart pumping like you were running a marathon, you honestly considered it, wanting to bolt out the door. Your hands fist by your side, trying to swallow down your emotional rampage when he hugs your friend, handing her the gift bag he had prepared.

“Seokjin, so glad you could make it!” She beams at your ex boyfriend, avoiding your eyes completely.

“Hi Hwasa,” he waves at the nonchalant individual watching the interaction, waiting for the moment he would greet you.

And so he does, turning towards you and you're struck with everything you’ve convinced yourself you didn’t miss for the past four months. You didn’t know whether you wanted to scream or cry, every cell in your body was fighting to close the distance between you both, hold him the way you had for so long. It was muscle memory, you tell yourself, nothing more.

“Hey,” he breathes, a smile he only reserved for you on his face, stealing your breath away.

You only nod back, walking away from the three. You needed a drink, forget being designated driver, your asshole friends could find their own way home. Your rich asshole friends, you correct yourself, looking around the club they rented for the entire night, security at the entrance turning away the public. You don’t take a seat at the bar, you just stare at the drinks, the bartender attending to the other party guests.

“Y/n!” Solar calls after you, making you grit your teeth hard, refusing to acknowledge her at all. You didn’t care if it was her birthday right now, you couldn’t believe she didn’t warn you that he was coming.

“If I told you I invited him, you wouldn’t have come,” she explains as if she could read your thoughts, a little winded for running after you in heels. “Plus I didn’t know if he was coming or not, he didn’t RSVP, and I didn’t want to cause an issue in case there wasn’t one.” You glare at her silently, a rant already booming through your mind but you hold your tongue. Its her birthday, you try to remind yourself before you bite her head off.

“Even if you agreed to be here for me, I know you would have been anxious about his arrival the whole time,” she sounded sincere, apologetic even, but you couldn’t forgive her right that second. “I’m sorry, I was a coward.”

You don’t think you've ever seen your sunny friend look so sad, the sight makes you sigh in defeat, not ready to let go of the anger but willing to bury it away from ever showing its face to the birthday girl. You were hurt, but you wouldn’t take it out on her.

“It's fine, don’t worry about it,” you lied, and you knew she could see right through it. “I’ll get over it.”

She doesn’t look the least bit convinced, but she could tell you wanted some distance right now, and so she gave it to you, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

You wanted to leave, you had an itch under your skin that could only be scratched if you walked out of the door back home where you could breathe.

“You okay?” Hwasa asks, you didn’t even notice her walking up beside you.

You turn around to lean back on the bar.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You’re careful to keep the emotion out of your voice, wanting to hide how much his presence was affecting you.

“Wasn’t my thing to tell,” she shrugs. “I did warn her, but she’s a little frightened of you.”

You scoff, as if that was true.

“Okay, she was frightened of upsetting you,” she corrects herself. “They’re good friends Y/n, I’m surprised you didn’t think he was coming.”

“I thought she would tell me if he was,” you admit. “She didn't, so I thought he wasn’t.”

“Would you be here right now if you knew?”

You don’t answer her, she thinks for a moment you’re thinking it through before she realises the silence is answer enough.

—

“Y/n didn’t know I was coming, did she?” Jin sighs when he finds the birthday girl, finally finding her alone for a moment. “You promised me she was okay with it.”

“Yeah I messed up,” she groans, regretting the choice to not be open and honest. She convinced herself it was going to be okay. “It's just-”

She cuts herself off, biting her tongue as the alcohol in her system was trying to let the words loose.

“What?” he asks tentatively.

“She broke up with you,” she sighs. “But the way she acts, it’s like you broke her heart or something.”

She watches him for his reaction, the true nature of your separation not known to them all but you reassured them when it happened it was your choice and Seokjin had done nothing wrong. But the way you behaved after it, the crying, the distance you created from them all, it worried her. You walked out of a room if his name was mentioned, you never came to a gathering if you knew he was going to be there. It just didn’t add up.

Seokjin sighs sadly, “If I have, she hasn’t told me how.”

It was a question he asked himself repeatedly, tormenting himself with the memories of the relationship; what did he do wrong?

—

“Please forgive me,” she tugs gently at your ponytail with the biggest pout she can muster, puppy eyes refusing to let you look away.

You rolled your eyes at her drunken apology, it was her birthday, and yes while she had betrayed you in a sense, you still felt guilty for making her feel bad.

“You’re paying for dinner for the next month whenever we go out,” you say to her, with a pointed look.

“Deal!” She jumps with a beaming smile, making you almost chuckle.

She takes your hand dragging you to where the others are sitting and laughing, your ex amongst them. You swallow down the bitter feeling that rose when you saw his face and the way it dampened with nerves when he saw you approaching.

You really didn’t want to be here, but here you were, you might as well behave like nothing was wrong.

“What are we all talking about?” Solar asks the group.

“Your most embarrassing moments,” Heechul grins, tapping the seats next to him for you both to sit.

“Do you remember the time she took her dad's black card without telling him and nearly got arrested?” Wheein laughs. “Cried the entire time until Mr Kim got there.”

“Don’t forget which store it was,” Hwasa sniggers.

“What store?” Heechul asks with a suggestive look on his face, already knowing it wasn’t going to be PG.

“She was shopping for ropes,” Wheein explains innocently with a swing of her drink, waiting until she swallowed before she smirked. “Not the kind you go rock climbing with.”

The laughter that erupts from your friends fills the empty club, voices overlapping as they react to the information. You notice him ease since your arrival, glad that he was enjoying himself even with your presence.

“Remember the time Jin took the girls fishing?” Youngjae grins at the memory, having been dragged along too. His words take you back to the day mentioned, a slow wave of nostalgia rippling underneath your skin.

“Only time Seokjin could make that many women scream,” Heechul cackles after his sentence, noticing his ears going red at the comment with embarrassment.

“You sound jealous Heechul,” Solar defends him with a grin. “Probably because you’ve pleased a woman never.”

There’s a collective “Ohhh” at the playful dig, Heechul laughing along, able to take the joke.

You can’t help smiling while they all laugh, maybe this party would be okay. But the second you thought it, the second it shattered.

“Jagi can you pass me a b-“ Jin begins absentmindedly before he realises it goes quiet. Everyone shifts uncomfortably trying to avoid your gaze or reaction. And then he realises what he let slip, you weren’t together anymore, but he still called for you like you were without thinking.

The grin you wore fell to pieces, an awful piercing clutch in your chest as the atmosphere grew awkward. Without a word you passed the beer bottle from the stack next to you, forcing a tight lipped smile, trying to act like everything was okay so as not to ruin the night.

Slowly the conversation resumed, albeit more quietly, and once you were sure no one would notice, you made your way out of the room to somewhere quieter.

The second you were alone an emptiness carved your insides out, the jumpsuit you were wearing started to feel uncomfortable on your skin, like it was trying to distract you from what just happened. Why did you sit next to the drinks? Why didn’t you just leave when he arrived like you wanted to. You groan into your hands, already overthinking the entire interaction.

You hear the door open and close behind you, not ready to face one of your concerned friends just yet.

“I’m fine, just go back to the party,” you say adamantly without looking back. There’s silence behind you, making you frown before you turn to find the last person you wanted to see checking up on you.

“I’m really sorry-”

“It’s fine.” you cut him off, keeping your expression blank. He makes no move to leave so you do so instead. Keeping your face neutral you walk past him, only to be pulled back by the wrist. The stoicism breaks, the shock evident in your eyes as you gasp, unable to believe the hand holding onto you.

You clench your jaw, a spark of anger burning through you as you snatch your hand back from him.

“Let me just explain, please,” he begs, not waiting for you to respond. “She told me you were okay with me being here, I would never have come if-”

“I said it's fine,” you snap.

“So why are you mad?” he asks, his heart breaking at the anger in your eyes.

“Because I don’t want to see you Jin,” a bullet would’ve been kinder than your words, the brunt of them hitting him in the chest so that he physically staggered back.

“You dumped me Y/n, why are you so angry because I’m here?” His voice is small, it pierced a thousand holes of guilt into your facade but you refused to let it show. “Can’t we still be friends?”

“I can’t be friends with you,” you answer honestly, blunt as you could be.

“What did I do to make you hate me so much?” He whispers, stepping closer to you, wanting to hold your arm or something to anchor himself to you in some way. His face fell, you can hear how thick the emotion in his throat is, how solemn he sounds.

Just like you knew it would, just like you had tried to avoid for the past four months, the sight breaks you. Every flame of anger you had mustered washed away as you drowned in his sorrow.

“I don’t hate you Jin,” you breathe back, a tear falling down your face despite the situation. You were the one to end things, your decision, and yet you were the one on the verge of crying. “It’s just easier to deal with if I’m like this. It’s easier to be angry than to be sad.”

You looked up at him with earnest watering eyes that gripped his heart into your own little cage. Fuck he missed you much, all he wanted to do was take you into his arms again. Every bone in his body told him to, told him everything would be better, feel better, if he did so.

“Easier for whom?” he shakes his head in disbelief, it felt so cruel, how could you think he would be okay when you behaved like his existence was disgusting?

“For me,” you reply, the guilt beginning to eat away at you.

“What did I do Y/n?” he begs for an answer, his eyes glistening under the lights.

You shake your head, the feeling of your heart breaking again overwhelming you, you didn’t want to answer. You back away but his arms hold on to yours like a lifeline, pulling you closer even though he knew he shouldn’t.

“Why did we break up?” he asks as his tears finally fall, a sight you never wanted to witness. “I keep racking my brain trying to figure out where it went wrong but I can’t see it.”

“Jin stop,” you breathe, pushing away from him but his grip doesn’t relent. If anything he brings you closer still.

“We were so happy,” behind his eyes you can see him reminiscing the memories. “Am I wrong? Am I remembering it wrong?”

“Jin let me go,” a sob breaks through you, you can’t look at his eyes as you keep trying to pull away. You couldn't do this, you couldn’t bear it.

“Just tell me why,” he sounds so broken, so hurt and you were the cause of it.

You couldn’t tell him, how were you supposed to? He loved his family so much, how could you tell him they threatened you to break up with him. That dinner party where he was so excited for you to meet them ended horribly when you helped his mother and aunt in the kitchen, his father distracting him while they revealed exactly what they thought of you.

Your friends were rich, and you weren’t badly off, but the difference was held in your heritage. Your family had earned their wealth, a humble salary compared to that of Jin’s estate. The Kim family had fortune passed down for generations, they were almost royalty, descended from it in reality. In no way were you fit to marry into it, in no way was your body fit to birth an heir for them. You would contaminate their precious line, and of that they made you abundantly aware.

You would never tell him, you waited a whole month after that dinner to break up with him, not wanting him to tie things together. He loved his family, it would crush him to know what they had done, and you wouldn’t be responsible for causing a wedge between them.

“We want different things,” you lie through your tears, trying to regain control of your expression.

He watches your face harden, your eyes becoming accusatory against him.

“You want marriage and a family,” you gulp down the emotions in your throat. “I don’t, I was doing the responsible thing and ending it before we both wasted any more time.”

He looks like you slapped him across the cheek, his face sobering.

“That’s not true,” he whispers but you hear him. “I told you that night we had dinner with my family, I just wanted you.”

You remembered that moment, it was the dagger that caused your downfall. You remembered his family’s expression harden for a moment before they schooled their smiles. They were willing to let the relationship run its course until he announced that.

“I know you wanted to get married,” he frowns as he recalls all of your conversations. “And I said it was your choice to have kids, your body, your decision.”

You both discussed it like adults early on in your relationship, you were the one to instigate the conversation because you didn’t want either of you to become attached if you wanted different things. So where was this suddenly coming from?

“You did Jin,” you admit. “But you still wanted kids, and I’m not going to be the reason you don’t have them. It would kill your parents.”

You try to keep the spite out of your voice when mentioning them, but your ex wasn’t stupid. His face begins to add things together, it wasn’t until you mentioned them that he had the realisation.

“Y/n,” his expression turns stern, voice hardened as he clenches his jaw. “Did they say something to you?”

The shock in your face is answer enough, a deep pit of anger forming into his chest and stomach. He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“What did they say?” he demands, pulling you closer to him until your faces were inches apart.

“They didn’t say anything,” you breathe, but he can see the lie clearly now. His palms hold your cheeks, his heart breaking at the thought of them hurting you. How did he not see it before?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks solemnly, an overwhelming guilt drowning out the anger.

“I didn’t want to fight for their approval,” you admit, holding on to his arms as you spill the secret you’d been keeping for so long, hoping the grasp you had on him would keep you steady as the dam broke. “I didn’t want to come between you and them, I didn’t want you to have to choose.”

At the same moment you both have a similar but opposite thought, you believed he would pick them, and you didn’t blame him for it. He wanted to scream that he would have picked you, he would have convinced them, he would’ve done anything to keep you.

“I won’t be with someone who’s family looks at me like I’m dirt,” you can see his thoughts, answering them before he can say it. “I will not prove that I’m good enough, I won’t put myself through that.”

He doesn’t know what to say, his voice is stuck in his throat, all he knew was that he didn’t want to let you go. He knew the second you walked away from him, that would be it, he would never see you again.

“I love you Jin,” you confess with a heavy heart, your voice breaking as you hold back tears. “But I won’t do it.”

“If we’re happy then what does it matter?” he leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing as he pleads with every power in the universe to fix this.

“What if we have kids and your parents won’t see them because you had them with me?” you dare yourself to ask. “You need to see the bigger picture, if we stayed together there would have been consequences, and I’m not willing to pay them.”

“Do you think I can even speak to my parents after this?” his anger spoke for him, and you could see right through it.

“Yes,” you say through a small sad smile. “Because you adore them, you respect them, you’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll forgive them eventually.”

You watch his face contort painfully, his eyes squeezed shut as he buries his head in your neck, arms releasing your face only to wrap around you and hold you against him. He didn’t want to let you go.

“I’m just some girl who got in the way of that for a little while,” you're glad he can’t see you cry, you needed to release this emotion, you needed to say goodbye.

He’s surprised when you hug him back, gentler than he was. Your cheek pressed against his shoulder, the way you always had when he needed comfort, your fingers soothing the back of his head.

“It’s okay,” you reassure his wordless apology, but the pair of you knew, none of it was okay. You feel wet drops on your neck, holding him tighter, hating the fact he was hurting, and there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing you would allow yourself to do.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

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You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more.

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people.

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course.

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman.

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss.

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck.

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

“When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?”

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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oitommothetease · 3 years

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Invisible String (6/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.1k words

Bucky couldn't recall the last time he had a genuine conversation with someone who wasn't his best mates, Sam and Steve. He enjoyed your company and as much as he hated to let his guard down, he wanted to do just that with you. You were everything that Bucky thought he would find repulsive, but he couldn’t help but be attracted towards you. And for the first time he wanted more, he didn't want a one-night stand or a fling with you, he wanted to know you. He admired your courage and bravery, but mostly he admired you. You, with all your stupid yet funny jokes and spontaneity; he liked you more than he would like to admit.

But there was this thing that you were his employee and one meal doesn't count as a date. It was just a meal. But yet, Bucky wanted it to be more. He had never been so intrigued by another person, but it was also clear that you didn't reciprocate his interest. And Bucky would have all of his 206 bones crushed out rather than giving his heart to someone only for it to be not requited.

So, when you walked into the club the next day, pretending as if nothing had changed, Bucky knew where your relationship lay with him, and he was content with it. Okay, he wasn't content with it, but he knew he couldn't force something that wasn't there. He would choose to be in your life as your boss, acquaintance, or maybe even a friend if he's lucky enough than to not be in your life at all.

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When you got settled behind the counter, your mood wasn't that great. It could be because you weren't drunk this time, or maybe because you enjoyed your meal with your boss a little too much for your liking. You wouldn't call it a date, but it sure as hell was a lot better than all the dates or meals you've had with people.

Your good mood was definitely not because of the fact that your mother called only to inform you that this family friend's son is not going to wait around long, and you should at least find a stable job if you can't find a suitable boyfriend. Then she started boasting about your sister and her amazing profession and how she and her husband save lives every day. And you might have had enough of her bullshit and lied that you indeed have a stable job and relationship. None of which is true.

Bartending only pays the bills, and you haven't had a relationship in years and none of them were serious. You always ran away from any sort of commitment because you knew you would eventually have to introduce your partner to your family and nobody deserves to see that circus, and you told yourself that you're doing a favor to those previous partners by leaving them or as your friends like to call ghosting them. In your defense, dealing with you and your family is more horrific than any scary movie.

Well, until now because tomorrow your sister and her family are coming to meet your partner and take you back to your parents' place for the weekend. The only problem is that you lied to them about your job and your partner. The worst part is that both of them are pretty non-existent.

"Hey, How are you feeling? " Peter asked you, noticing how you still weren't paying attention to the customer in front of you.

“Great, not drunk, if that's what you're wondering.”

“I'm fine," you retorted, glancing at the concerned look Peter was giving you. You quickly took the customer's order and proceeded to make the drink.

"The last time you said you were fine, you threatened to kill a dude," Pietro interjected, enjoying the faux disbelief that landed on your face. You looked over to Wanda for help, but she just chuckled at her brother's antics.

The rest of the night at work went by as it usually did. Pietro making a sarcastic remark here and there, Wanda countering her brother with a snarky response, you were laughing your ass off watching the duo and Peter awkwardly tried to suppress his amusement. In a weird custom, these three coworkers were the only thing that felt normal.

By the time you were done, it was mostly you left like always, with the addition of security guards that James added since Rumlow. You wanted to talk to him, especially after the wonderful not date you had, but the situation with him was not under your control anymore and it released from your grasp which scared the shit out of you. If James and you had met under different circumstances, then you would have tried to date him, but with him being your boss and the whole Rumlow thing made everything so complicated, and you didn't have time for any sort of relationship complication in your life. At least that's what you kept telling yourself.

When you were done with your shift and were about to leave, a very familiar voice called for you. You've been trying to ignore him all day and just when you thought you've succeeded, he catches up to you.

The thing that scared you with James was that you felt safe, too safe with him. You were scared that you were going to become dependent on him for your security, and you hated that. You always despised women who weren't anything except their husband's wife, as if their whole identity was being a man's property. Furthermore, you knew the only thing to be blamed here was patriarchy and men, but you decided that you weren't going to be someone's property, you were going to be your own person.

And you rebelled a lot to reach here, dyed your hair blue just because your mom told you not to, pursued your dream just because your dad told you to follow a secure nine to four job, left ex-partners because they told you what to and what not to wear. And some part of you knew that James wasn't like that. He wouldn't exploit you and your weaknesses.

But what you didn't realize was that these were merely excuses that your brain mustered up because you were too scared to be dumped. A long time ago, you decided that it is better to leave than be left. And James — well, James made you feel things that you didn't want to chase. You feared commitment and abandonment too much to go after a guy.

Your thoughts were brought to a halt when he held your wrist gently and called your name again. Reluctantly, you turned around, pretending to be surprised as if you didn't see him.

He obviously caught on to you. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"What?" You scoffed in feign disbelief, taking your hand away from his grasp and setting it on his shoulder. "Why would I ignore you, bud?"

Bud? What the fuck? , both of you thought at the same time.

Carefully, he eyed your hand and then you, "Okay, come on, I'll drop you home."

"No, James, it's fine, I can go on my own."

"Yes, yes, you are an independent, strong woman but come on," He teased, but you didn't seem to pick up the glint of mischief in his eyes.

You heard that as a taunt, a taunt your father has told you an ample number of times, that you indeed can never be anything on your own if you don't have a man beside you. While you were lost in your thoughts, James was moving towards his car, assuming that you were following him.

"But I am," you argued.

Your voice sounded distant to him, he turned around and walked towards you. "You are what?"

"I am strong and independent."

"Yes, you are," he agreed as a matter of factly because it was the truth. He had never met someone so strong who would leave behind their whole life to pursue their dreams. He, being the mob boss, and filthy rich couldn't do the same, and he may not tell you this, but he admired you so much.

Once you got the assurance you needed, you started walking towards his car. "Are you coming or not?" and he followed you.

Of course, you knew you were strong, but your life had not been going as smoothly as you anticipated. You're stuck in writer's block, your family interference and lack of trust in you hurts like a bitch. You were somewhat crushing on your boss, and you blurted random embarrassing stuff in front of him without thinking. You know, normal crush things.

When you reached the apartment, he insisted on dropping you to your floor. The car ride was spent in peaceful silence, but the time spent in the elevator was everything but that. No, the fifteen seconds were spent in James fidgeting beside you because he wanted to say something but didn't know how to.

After you unlocked your door, he finally spoke up. "Um, I was just wondering whether, you know, - I had fun last night and I don't have smooth conversations with people - um, I don't know, I'd like to go out with you again," he didn't finish, but your eyebrows shot up to your forehead and he quickly backpedaled. " Not as a date, if that's what you want. It could be a meal shared between you and your boss. Not that I'm implying that you are obligated to go with me just because I'm your boss. I'm asking this as a stranger, well, not as a stranger but as a friend, I think."

"James,” you spoke softly, and he could feel the denial coming his way.” I had fun too, but you're my boss. This is highly unprofessional."

He signed in defeat and looked at you one last time. There was so much he wanted to say, he wanted to tell you that he enjoyed your company more than he should. He wanted to tell you that he liked you. He wanted to tell you that he wanted to see where this thing would lead with you, but he knew better than that. At the end of the day, you were his employee and if you were to get involved with him in any form, it would only end in your tarnished reputation. So, he nodded, not trusting himself enough to speak much after the clear rejection. "I understand."

"Y/N! “

Both of you turned towards the source of the voice and frowned. He frowned because he was confused, whereas you, oh, you weren't confused, you were furious at the person standing there and at yourself for forgetting about their arrival.

"Hi, Carol. I thought you were coming tomorrow," you stated, faking a smile, and everyone in the area could see your distressed attempt at looking excited.

Well, everyone except your sister because she shrieked with happiness and ran towards you to throw her arms around you. Her husband followed behind and gave you and James an awkward smile.

"I just couldn't wait to meet my baby sister and we'll take you guys back for the weekend."

You guys, James and you thought at the same time. James looked at the side of your face for an explanation, and you kept looking forward at your sister, avoiding his gaze.

Fuck, you forgot about that. How can you forget about that? You mentally cursed yourself and didn't say anything because you didn't know what to do.

Your sister picked your silence as her cue to talk and pointed her index finger at James, who was standing beside you now. "Is this him?"

Your sister looked at you, expecting an answer, your brother-in-law looked at you with something called, please hurry up, I just want to go back to the hotel. James looked at you with bewilderment.

You sighed and took your boss's hand in yours, who also happens to be the most dangerous person in the town. He complied, holding on to you tightly, running his thumb on the back of your hand in a soothing manner. It felt like the most obvious thing as if your hand was made to be held by him. The thought sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, but you were too stubborn to accept it.

"Yes," you finalized. "This is James, my boyfriend."

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drakenology · 3 years

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Yeah, My Boyfriend’s In A Band

guitarist!todoroki x fem!reader

summary: something straight outta wattpad! you go to a rock band’s concert and stand front row of the stage. The band’s vocalist /guitarist catches your eye and.. well, the rest is history! this is the story of how you first met.

author’s note: soooo.. how yall been? i kinda said fuck it to the schedule i made. why force myself to make content when I just can’t ya know? I’d much rather upload content when it’s at it’s best. so enjoy! I used some lyrics from some of my favorite rock songs for this, can you guess em? Also the art work above isn’t mine!

warnings: smut (duh.), drug use (weed), size kink, pinch of daddy kink, spitting, degradation

It was a hot Saturday night. You were all dressed up and excited to see your favorite heavy metal band the Diaspora play in your city. You were a huge fan, their posters adorned your bedroom walls. You’ve been a fan since they first came out as a cover band.

The members were all pretty fuckin cute, especially the band’s front man. Todoroki Shoto.

He was so handsome; black and red half and half hair, grey sullen eyes, the sexy scar on the left side of his face only adding to the edginess of his visage. His tattoos coated his left arm in a sleeve, his eyebrow pierced as well as his lower lip. He was fucking hot. Obviously not the kind of guy who would pay any attention to you right?

You threw on the Diaspora t-shirt you bought just weeks before the show and tied it in the back so it could be a little cropped and called your uber, frantically spraying perfume in a panic that you were going to be late to the concert. You ran outside, saying goodnight to your roommate as you rush out the door and jump into the car.

“Hey. I’m Shoto Todoroki and I’m the lead singer and guitarist for the band The Diaspora. Hope to see you guys at the show tonight at 8.” You hear as smoothe and sultry voice play over the radio.

You swoon and text some buddies who were also going to the show in excitement, the rush going straight to your brain in a haze as you blast some of their music in your headphones.

When you arrive to the stadium, you spot your best friend from highschool Nejire Hado. You two actually grew up together and even graduated together. It was like you two were sisters, inseparable since birth. Nejire saw you and waved excitedly, squealing with glee and motioned you to come to her spot in line.

“Y/N!!!! Over here!!” She yelled, causing you to run over and jump up and down with her.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” You say.

“Me either! Hey, did you hear? There’s rumor’s going around that their having an after party after the show! We have to go, Y/N please say yes.” Nejire rambled, clapping her hands with an inability to contain her excitement.

You look down at your shoes, unsure at first. What if you aren’t even allowed inside? It could be VIP only.

“Fuck it. Let’s go!” You say, causing Nejire to scream and laugh with joy.

Suddenly, the band’s security comes outside to greet the fans waiting to come inside for the show.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enter in a single fil-“ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before hundreds of eager fans rush past him and squeeze into the stadium doors, running as fast as the could to get to their seats.

Luckily for you and Nejire, you had front row tickets. Those days of refreshing the page for them as they sold out every second really paid off. You grab Nejire’s hand and run inside, elbowing and clawing your way through to your spot with your best friend by your side. The lights suddenly go dim and the crowd goes insane.

The show’s about to start. You heart seemed to float up into your throat as you stood sweating and nervous, Nejire screaming her head off and jumping up and down when the band came rising up from the bottom of the stage. Smoke covers them for a while until it clears and all you see is Todoroki standing above you, the real him finally being exposed to you as you gaze from the crowd.

He was even more handsome in person. Tonight he wore black jeans and a white band tank top ,showing off his muscular and tattooed arms. Chains hung on his hip and his boots as he propped his foot up on the amplifier in front of him.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed into the mic, causing the crowd to scream impossibly louder. He smirked, causing you to feel woozy just seeing him look so smug, as if he knew the effects he had on his fans.

You could’ve died right there a happy woman as the band started to play their hit single, the gritty sound of the electric guitar sending chills up your spine as you and Nejire headbang and dance to the music. You sing along to the top of your lungs, watching as Todoroki owned the stage. You gaze up at him again to see something completely and utterly unbelievable.

He was looking right at you.

You gasp, your eyes widening as you lock eyes with him. Shoto kneeled down towards you and reached his hand out to you. You almost scream and grab his tattooed hand with both of your own and smile at him, keeping your eyes focused on his. Shoto took your hand and kissed it as he sang a pretty racy part of his song to you,

“I wanna take you home.” (sleeping with sirens fans?? your nickle aint worth my dime???? NO?)

Oh. My. God

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! Y/N, HE-“ Nejire screamed, just as excited as you. You stood there shocked and flustered, staring into space. Todoroki fucking Shoto just kissed your hand. Shoto smirked and let your hand go, continuing the rest of his show in hopes you got the message. He wanted you. It was common sense that you go to the afterparty now.

The show continued for another 2 hours, Todoroki now dripping in sweat from the hot lights shining upon him and his band.

“Thank you all so much for coming out. For those invited, I’ll see you all at the afterparty! Goodnight everyone!” Todoroki bellowed to the crowd, causing them to cheer him and the band off the stage.

You stand there, high off of every guitar riff and belt from the performance feeling sad that the concert was over. But a rush of hope filled your heart in knowing that you were going to see Shoto again soon. You and Nejire walk out of the stadium hand in hand as you discussed the plan to get to the party.

“So the party is not too far from here, exactly 15 minutes away. We could totally call an uber.” Nejire explains, saying that it’s going to be held in Todoroki’s mansion.

When you both arrive at Todoroki’s Mansion your jaws drop. A huge fountain greeted your uber driver’s car, cobblestone driveways leading you towards his front door. There were hedge sculptures all over the front yard and expensive cars adorned the driveway as you and Nejire step out of the car to see the line to get into the party. Damn. More lines.

You approach the security guard; the same one from earlier that night with a nervous wave.

“U-Um excuse me sir, we’re on the list..” You said unconfidently. Nejire nervous laughed and nudged you for sounding so unsure after giving you a long confidence pep-talk in the car.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m not seein’ an ‘Y/N’ or a ‘Nejire’. Back o’ the line, ladies.” The security guard huffed, hardly even looking at his list.

“Nah it’s cool, Ben. Let them in.” You hear a familiar voice utter before you get the chance to turn around and walk to the back of the line. Sure enough it was Todoroki standing there, joint lit and eyes hazy. Clearly stoned.

It was like he got more gorgeous as you got closer to him, your cheeks heating up as you realize you’re literally standing in front of your fucking celebrity crush. Nejire squeals and runs inside to go find the drummer and get his number, she says drummers do it harder.

Shoto took you by the hand and led you inside the rager in his foyer. The smell of beer and weed absorbs your nostrils as you walk inside with Shoto in hand, watching as Nejire talks up the drummer with ease as if she already knew him from way back when.

Todoroki sat down on the most comfortable couch you have ever sat in with you next to him, taking a big drag of his joint and motioning it towards you.

“Wanna hit? It’s not laced. Promise.” He said cooly, slowly blowing out the smoke. You take it and take a hit, coughing a little as you puff out the smoke.

Damn this must be what rich people smoke.

“Good huh? Grew it myself. Heh.” Todoroki laughed a little as he watched you take another hit.

“Shit. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, finally.” You say, nervousness coating your tongue. Shoto gave you a warm smile, his hazy eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the room.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Shoto said, kissing the same hand he did at the concert.

You heat up, your panties becoming slightly wet at him touching and kissing you. He smirked and grabbed you by your chin to make sure you look him directly into his grey orbs.

“When I saw you in the crowd, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He said into your ear, causing your mind to block out any outside sound that wasn’t his voice. You gulp, blinking dumbly as you try to find the words to say something.

“I-I, um. Th-thank you.” You say, looking down into his lap. Shoto pulled away to smoke his joint a little more. You two talked all night, everyone around you both becoming irrelevant as you seemingly grow closer together.

Strangely, none of the rumors about Todoroki were true. He wasn’t this stuck up asshole the media made him out to be. He was calm and gentle, the sweetest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of having a conversation with. You learned so much about him that night. He was so misunderstood.

You’re high now and completely hazy as you and Todoroki make out on the couch. You’re not sure how you two even got to this point but you loved it. One thing led to another and now you were straddling him on the couch, his hands in your back pockets as he groped and squeezed your ass.

Your lips mingled as you moan into the kiss, Todoroki’s tongue slipping into your mouth to make home of it. The kiss got so hot your pussy was sopping wet underneath your jeans as you mindlessly grind against him for some kind friction.

Todoroki pulled away and started kissing your neck, damn near ripping your clothes off in front of the entire party. You’re gasping and grabbing at his clothes, forgetting where you are as you become desperate for him. You wanted him so bad and you knew he wanted you too.

“Wanna get out of here? Go upstairs I mean.” Shoto asked, huffing into the skin of your neck as his hard dick poked at your thigh.

“God yes.” You say breathily. As soon as he got your consent he carried you upstairs, the party raising their glasses and their blunts in celebration for Todoroki getting some.

“YES! Y/N tell me everything okay!?” Nejire yelled drunkenly, pulling away from her makeout session with the band’s drummer. You giggle and wave down at her, Todoroki laughing softly as he watched the interaction between you and your best friend.

“Just so you know, princess. I’m not going to go easy on you.” Shoto said, pinning you against the hallway wall.

“I don’t want you to.” You mewl, leaning into his neck to nip at it. Shoto let out a low chuckle and nearly kicked down his bedroom door, tossing you onto his luxurious california king bed.

You take a quick look around his darkly colored room, black walls with coordinating grey funiture. Posters of his inspiration adorned his walls, almost similar to your room just $100,000 richer. He had a mirror above his bed as you look up at your reflection you see Todoroki crawl on top of you, unbuttoning and pulling your jeans off in one fell swoop.

You’re immediately embarrassed, forgetting it was laundry day at home so you threw a thong on because you didn’t have anything else to wear. It was black and lacy and oh so skimpy you quickly move your hands to cover up in shame, Shoto grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands above your head.

“Heh. How’d you know I love lace?” Shoto teased, practically salivating at the sight of your smooth legs beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Shoto said, running his hands along your sides as if he was a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.

You bit your lip, dripping and hungry for some kind of touch in the places you needed him most, your nipples prodding at the thin fabric of your band tee. Yeah, you forgot to wear a bra. Shoto pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere and hissing at the sight of your bare breasts.

“No bra either? Man.. it must be my birthday. I’m gonna have fun with you, princess.” Todoroki says taking a nipple into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he suckled gently following with short lick causing your entire body to catch flame.

You start moaning miserably, your whole body begging him to take you. Shoto pulls away from your nipple with a light pull of his lips and slips his hand down to your slit, caressing it agonizingly slow to tease you. He takes his other hand and presses his thumb to your lips.

“Open your mouth.” He rasped. And you did, sucking on his thumb as he rested it on your tongue making Shoto moan at the sight, humming a ‘good girl’ under his breath. Shoto held your mouth open and spit, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he plunged his thick digits into your needy hole.

You arch your back off the bed, biting down onto Shoto’s lip as he finger fucked you without mercy. Your moans filled the air, Shoto watching you intently as he took your breast into his mouth once more.

“Sho- ah! I-I’m gonna-“ You bellow, trying to hold onto something for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

“That’s daddy to you, princess. Try again and maybe I’ll let you cum around my fingers.” Shoto hissed, slowing his pumping fingers a bit to ensure you got the point.

He was in control. You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath only for it to get caught in your throat again. Desperate moans fall out of your mouth as you beg him to let you cum.

“D-Daddy!~” You gasp, Shoto leaning into your neck, his ear right next your mouth as you scream for him. You collapse into his arms, fucked out and stupid off Todoroki’s strong fingers. All those years of guitar weren’t for nothing.

“That’s it baby.. fuck, you made a mess.” Shoto cooed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you as he watched your slick stick to him sloppily. At this point, he’s so hard you can clearly see the veins in his dick jumping out of his pants, his size making you wince in pain before he even entered you.

“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Shoto asked, throwing his contricting pants and boxers somewhere across the room, releasing his impressive size for you to see. You gulp but nod, licking your lips at the sight of him.

Shoto smirked at your reaction and pumped himself a few times before teasingly tapping the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to yelp from the sensitivity of your abused core.

“Pleaseee.” You whine, Shoto grabbing you by the neck and choking you almost to tell you to shut up and be patient. He wastes no time in plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching your walls with a delicious sting.

You claw at his back as he bottomed out, gasping sharply as he filled you completely.

“Am I hurting you?” Todoroki asked with what little sympathy he had left in his body. You shook your head no, moaning as he stayed still inside you.

“P-P-Please move..” you mewl, chewing your bottom lip. Shoto smirked and began rutting his hips into yours at a rough pace, not really caring if you adjusted to him or not. Hard slaps and the sound of your whiny moans filled the room as the headboard of his bed slammed against the wall, probably alerting the entire party downstairs.

You’re screaming now, a moaning mess beneath him as he split you wide open. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Shoto throws your legs over his shoulder and starts pounding into you.

He’s going to make sure you’re unable to walk straight for the rest of the week, marking you as his.

“Fuckkk, daddy. S-Slow down.” You pleaded only for Shoto to ignore you and continue his pace, laughing at the shocked and fucked out face you were pulling.

“Told you I wasn’t taking it easy on you. Did you forget already, princess?” Shoto breathed, moving his hands to rub shallow circles into your clit.

Your toes curled up tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body, your moans reaching a cresendo as your scream Shoto’s name.

He hissed as your walls fluttered around him, your pussy gripping him tightly as he fucked into you continuosly.

“I hope you didn’t think I was through with you just because I made you cum. I’m not done yet, doll.” Shoto muttered through your pathetic whines for him to slow down.

He cooed praises at you, a “good girl” here and a “you take my dick so well” there until his thrusts got rusty and sloppy; a sign he was close to cumming.

“Shittt, where do you want me to-“

“I-Inside m-mee! Fuck, cum inside me!” You shriek. And so he did, fucking his hot stickiness into you for a while as you both moan and pant. Shoto rode out your climaxes for a while before slowly pulling himself out as he watched his cum ooze out of your abused pussy.

As Shoto flopped on the bed next to you, you both stare up at the mirror on his ceiling. You’re both sweaty and your hair was a fucking mess from being tossed around the bed for what seemed like hours.

“Shit. Probably late as fuck by now. You wanna stay the night?” Shoto asked, taking your hand and famously kissing it once more. You smile and nod, unable to form coherent sentences as you feel yourself doze off.

Todoroki jumps from his bed and opened the door, screaming from the top of the stairs, “Oi! All you motherfuckers can fuck off home!Party’s over!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him.

“Don’t be so mean, Sho. Uh.. C-Can I call you Sho?” You ask embarrassed.

“You keep fucking me like that you can call me whatever you want, angel.” Shoto groans, grabbing you by your face and kissing you sweetly.

“Honestly, I wanna go again. You down?”

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Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈

okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo

warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.

“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned. “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”

he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend. not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.

“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.

“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular. you’ve got the looks for it.”

“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.

you didn’t used to be so mean to steve. it was sort of a comedy of errors, really. you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.

things change for boys and girls in middle school. guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much. girls, though... girls need to be sharp. it’s eat or be eaten. and you wanted to eat.

you were lucky that you developed early. it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.

you started to take advantage of it. and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.

you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins. they laughed at you. for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again. so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart. and you were happy to just be former friends...

it was steve that started it. he called you out. he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.

“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.” that was what he said. and it fucking hurt.

“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation. and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls. so you said some things you could never take back.

“steve? as if. did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket? and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”

and so, mortal enemies were formed. it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.

if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.

it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock. she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.

apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.

two football players believed it. and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.

that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that. tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors. so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’

only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own. you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.

the condom broke. when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong. (and lost that many more social points in the process.)

brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant. didn’t even help you pay for the abortion. he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’. and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.

the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years. you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.

over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview. and you only needed one.

so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.

you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor. you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.

when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide. he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit. you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.

then he called your name. and you realized he was going to interview you.

you stood up and nodded. “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office. you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all. you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.

“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you. “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”

“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you. take a seat.”

he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile. an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”

“I... have we met?”

“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged. “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”

you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.

“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked. he just grinned. “you look... you look...”

“taller?”

sexy.

“you look great!” you said aloud instead.

“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”

you swallowed dryly. “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me. I understand. I deserve it...”

“I don’t want revenge,” he denied. “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school. your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one. have you been slumming it all this time?”

“without my parents’ money? yeah,” you admitted.

“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”

your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.

you stood up and crossed your arms. “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now. I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.

“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed. “if you have a chance at a job?”

that, unfortunately, got your attention. “you... you might actually offer me something?”

“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”

you relented, returning to your seat. you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.

“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed. “you’re just underqualified. but I think I can create a position for you.”

you liked the sound of that. “what kind of position?”

“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one. so that’s the one I plan on using.”

the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.

“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad. but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that. all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”

fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that. “I--”

“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job. what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking. and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”

“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned. “can’t wait to put it to better use.”

maybe it was just desperation for cash. maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse. maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.

“I’ll do it,” you sighed. “when do I start?”

he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you. “right now.”

his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards. “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.

he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”

debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly. when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face. and it was dripping precum.

“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned. “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”

you didn’t want to hear any more. you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck. you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.

“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth? god, you’re so fucking desperate. just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”

you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth. he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed. “so much better when you just do what you’re told. I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth. now you’re being so welcoming...”

you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.

“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it. can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”

that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.

“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans. get up, bend over my desk.”

you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told. he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.

“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained. “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”

he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.

“dripping already, just from choking on my cock? poor baby...”

you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.

“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “good. cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”

he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly. you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.

“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in. “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”

“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.

“oh, just shut up,” he growled.

he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust. his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.

“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place. makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”

“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped.

“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“always,” you admitted.

“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy? is that it?”

“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”

“even when I was skinny and short?”

“even when you hated me,” you added.

he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly. he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.

“you want more, baby? want me to fuck you harder?”

“whatever you want,” you answered instead. “just use me however you want.”

he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his. “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would. such a good girl for me, huh? such a good little slut. want me to use you, baby? take all my anger out on you?”

“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible. but it felt good. so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.

“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?”

you nodded and bit your lip.

“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”

your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”

you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls. you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.

“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed. “see what you do to me? fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”

sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on. you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.

“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek. you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing. “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”

he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.

“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”

#dark!steve rogers x reader #ceo!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers hc #dark!steve rogers smut #Anonymous

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I am briefly pausing my normal RWBY content to talk about something completely different: Kang Soo-Jin.

I binged True Beauty recently. As in, “I haven’t managed to watch anything new in half a year, discovered this drama, and promptly marathoned 14+ hours of content,” so to say I’m enjoying it is an understatement. I might do another post sometime about why I think the show works so well, but for now, like many (drama only) viewers, I’m specifically grappling with Soo-Jin’s descent into antagonist territory. At first I was just as shocked and disappointed as others seem to be, but upon reflection I don’t think this is badly written in the way many fans are claiming. To frame this as, “I can’t believe they would make wonderful Soo-Jin suddenly OOC and bully Ju-Kyung over a guy!” is ignoring core parts of her character. I’m as sick of the girl-hates-girl-over-guy plotline as the next viewer, but in the interest of acknowledging that there are exceptions to every rule, I think this is one of the times where that choice makes perfect sense.

Soo-Jin has been abused throughout her life and I’m not simply talking about the fact that her father hits her. Though that’s obviously horrific, what I think is more pertinent to this conversation is the intense competitiveness her parents have instilled in her. The physical abuse comes about because Soo-Jin fails (in their eyes) to be the best, which is where Ju-Kyung comes in. The Soo-Jin we knew in earlier episodes wasn’t faking. She isn’t an inherently evil person who was just waiting for the right time to show her true colors. Rather, at the start of the story Ju-Kyung—crucially—was not in competition with Soo-Jin. Or rather, Soo-Jin did not perceive her as competition. She’s after the best grades in the school and Ju-Kyung is notoriously at the bottom of the class. All she has going for her are her (new) looks and her easy-going personality that makes her popular, two things that Soo-Jin isn’t interested in. Even if she were, those things already come naturally to her too. She’s already friends with Soo-A and, as is commented on multiple times, naturally beautiful without any makeup on. Soo-Jin has been taught—literally had it beaten into her—that she must be the best and in the beginning of the show she pretty much is: popular, mature, confident, smart… just not the smartest in her class. Ju-Kyung doesn’t threaten any of that, so friendship initially comes easily for Soo-Jin, the sort of friendship that allows her to chase perverts off busses or hide her friend’s real face.

This changes once Soo-Jin’s “perfect” mask begins to slip. They’re heading towards college, she’s running out of time, and she still hasn’t managed to take the top spot in the class. Worse, she drops out of the top ten. This exacerbates the abuse to the point where, as we see, she’s constantly in the bathroom trying to cope by washing her hands. Any tiny deviation from that “perfection” — like, say, leaving your tutoring session when you realize your lifelong friend just got devastating news — results in the sort of yelling/physical abuse she can only escape from via a locked door. While things get worse on her end, they get better on Ju-Jyung’s. Her grades go up some and she becomes even more popular, attracting not only school-wide attention, but the attention of the two hottest guys too, including Soo-Ho. For a while this is still fine from Soo-Jin’s perspective, but things really take a turn when Ju-Kyung changes Soo-Ho. Meaning, she helps him come out of his shell and teaches him how to be a kinder person… which includes being a better friend to Soo-Jin. The Soo-Ho who suddenly lies and announces that they have to go study just to get Soo-Jin away from her father’s insults, all of it stemming from a small tick he paid attention to, or comforting her while she sobs over the abuse… that Soo-Ho didn’t exist at the story’s start. He was too wrapped up in his own grief and has been that way for a long time. They may have known each other since childhood, but Soo-Jin and Soo-Ho don’t appear to be particularly close in the past—all Soo-Ho’s flashbacks are with Seo-Joon and Se-Yeon. But that starts to change once Soo-Ho himself changes. Soo-Jin’s ability to keep it together is unraveling, Soo-Ho is opening up and becoming more emotionally available (something Soo-Jin even comments on), then her whole class starts eagerly talking up how good they would be as a couple… so Soo-Jin sees a lifeline. Soo-Ho will care for her even when no one else will. Of course he will. She’s already seen him be that person multiple times.

The problem is that Soo-Ho has his own life and his own problems to grapple with. Between grief over See-Yeon, panic over telling Ju-Kyung how he feels, and the initial rush of dating—what couple doesn’t want to spend all their time together at the start?—he doesn’t have much energy for Soo-Jin. Which from his perspective is fine. They don’t normally hang out together outside of study groups, so yeah, he can put off a conversation with her… not realizing that Soo-Jin is now putting all her emotional eggs in his basket. By the time her feelings are coming to light, Soo-Jin is actively sabotaging her own attempts to get attention and compassion from Soo-Jin. By manipulating them—here’s a new scrunchy to remind you that you’re my best friend and you can’t ever betray me, here I am showing up unannounced at your apartment and guilting you into not spending more time with me, etc.—Soo-Jin has put Soo-Ho (rightfully) on his guard. He’s wary of having a private conversation with her about something she won’t name when he knows Ju-Kyung has been a mess over losing her friendship. He has no desire to listen to her confession of love after she’s just tossed Ju-Kyung’s beloved necklace into the fire. In her efforts to ensure that Soo-Ho pays attention to her, she only succeeds in driving him away.

All of which makes Ju-Kyung the enemy in her eyes. The new competition. To her mind, friendship and love cannot co-exist because Ju-Kyung stands in the way of that love, therefore one has got to go. (In contrast Seo-Joon, coming from a loving family, is in time better able to accept that he can be friends with Soo-Ho even though he likes Ju-Kyung. We can discuss the problems inherent in giving one plot to the girl and the other to the guy, but as they are, these characters have concrete, in-world reasons for their different reactions to what’s essentially the same situation.) And why does love (“love”) win out over friendship? Because Soo-Jin has latched onto Soo-Ho being her boyfriend as the way to finally “win” at life and fix all her problems. It’s fine if she’s not the best provided she’s dating the best, just look at how much Dad fawned over him. Second place academically is suddenly an option provided the top student is on her team, so to speak. The fact that Soo-Ho is also one of the most handsome, a great athlete, super rich, and one of the few people to provide her with feelings of safety certainly doesn’t hurt matters. And the only thing that stands in her way of securing this life-saving “win” is Ju-Kyung. Who is she? No one compared to Soo-Jin. Her grades are terrible. She’s not wealthy. She’s pretty… but oh, only with her makeup on.

Soo-Jin doesn’t need makeup, so why not win this competition by showing the whole school—showing Soo-Ho—what a fraud Ju-Kyung is?

From Soo-Jin’s perspective she’s done the math and come out on top. Everything that (supposedly) matters she either has equal to Ju-Kyung, or is superior, therefore it’s obvious that Soo-Ho would choose her in the end. She says at much: If I had confessed first you would have loved me first, so now that I have confessed you’ll break up with her. Hell, even Ju-Kyung believes this. She has the nightmare about Soo-Ho learning that Soo-Jin has feelings for him and immediately, publicly breaking up with her. After all, if he suddenly has both as an option the winner is obvious, right? It’s all about competition, what they’ve been taught to believe is a competition: Ju-Kyung through her bullying and Soo-Jin through her abuse. The difference is that Ju-Kyung has had the whole series with Soo-Ho (and others) helping her slowly unlearn this mentality. Soo-Jin had the rug pulled out from under her in an instant.

Soo-Ho says no, I wouldn’t have loved you if you had confessed first and I’m not going to date you now. It’s important to realize that this shatters Soo-Jin’s entire world. It’s not about a girl being upset that she can’t get the guy — not even about Soo-Ho as an individual, really — it’s about an abused girl not knowing how to grapple with the fact that she finally did everything “right” and still couldn’t “win,” coupled with losing the last bit of security she had. Soo-Ho broke the unspoken rules Soo-Jin’s father beat into her and she doesn’t know where to go from there. She literally has no one else to turn to. So she falls back on the only way she does know how to handle a situation like this: by still trying to win. If Soo-Ho won’t admit that she’s better, she’ll force him to realize that by plastering Ju-Kyung’s “ugly” face all over social media. Which, to be clear, isn’t an excuse. This isn’t meant to be a way of absolving Soo-Jin of her absolutely horrific actions, only a means of explaining them. Her descent, while shocking to those of us who loved her initial character, is well written because it’s a nuanced look at what can happen when you abuse a kid her whole life and teach her that competition is everything. Oddly enough, she’ll apply a competitive outlook to everything and deal with her stress in unhealthy ways. Ju-Kyung is a victim of Soo-Jin now, but Soo-Jin is a victim too. Her home life has ensured that she does not know how to accept failure—or what true failure even means—so it was inevitable that when things got bad, she’d try to fix it in ways that hurt both her and those around her. It’s all she knows how to do.

So far less “Perfect girl goes ooc and abandons her friend over a boy” and far more “Abused girl falls into a terrible, but predictable cycle that the other stressed high schoolers around her are not equipped to break.” Soo-Jin’s story isn’t bad writing, it’s tragic. Thanks for coming to my three page TED talk ✌️

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2/4/21 FINALE UPDATE!

#abuse tw #true beauty #kang soojin #mymetas #true beauty spoilers

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Ok, ok, here me out - I’ve got an idea for you to write. 🙌

How about the reader being a cam girl and Reiner watches her lives, and masturbates as he watches her poor abused cunt get wrecked by some fucking machines or something? And then they meet on the street somewhere, they communicate, and he just casually tells her that he watches her lives? 😗💅

Like, you don’t have to do this, butx my kinky shit self, has just been horny, lately, after reading your NSFW fics.

“hello boys and welcome to the show”

pairing: reiner braun x female reader

cw: aged up, language and nsfw (camgirl, voyeurism, female masturbation, male masturbation, male receiving oral, kissing, spit play, sucking and biting, nipple play, daddy kink, corruption kink, choking, praise, bondage (if you can call it that), unprotected sex)

word count: 4900+

a/n: bro this took me like 3 hours to do what the fuck, i’m sorry as soon as i saw this request i had a need to do it, i swapped out the machine part for like a vibrator dildo cause i didn’t feel comfortable writing about machines lmao, hope you guys enjoy this piece of shittary, i’m going bed

summary: in which reiner has an infatuation with cam girl y/n, after one of her shows he finds himself meeting her, revealing her secret, y/n finds gratitude by giving reiner exactly what he’s wanted since watching her

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A white robe encased your skin, the silk against your hairless body and the matching lingerie underneath, cupping your breasts and just skimming past your cunt. The camera flashed indicated it was on, it sat directly in front of the bed against the tripod with the ring light attached to it. The website was up in a matter of minutes, licking your lips you could almost taste the viewership that was about to join, all the money and gifts they had to give for your pretty show.

You tapped your finger along your keyboard, the stream starting at exactly 10pm, the rich men coming to see their fancy, the broke students needing something to satisfy them or the men who just wanted to see you and imagine that the show was just for them. A soft ribbon mask sat to the side of your desk, you stared at it hearing the clock tick away, the black coating the mask, with your mouth on show but your eyes behind the holes.

Undoing your hair, letting it fall onto your body you took a deep breathe, plastering the mask securely around your face. You let the robe open up, the tattoo that cascaded down your side on show, the smaller ones behind your ear and even the one on your ring finger was on show. But what man would notice these small intricate details, what man would drift their eyes away from your cunt to your neck or fingers. No man would, you were just a show, a show that they paid for to pleasure them when their girlfriends couldn’t.

Your alarm went off and in a matter of seconds the camera lighted red with the live show beginning. Taking a sharp breath you walked from the monitor screen, the comments flooding through to show yourself, to do what they wanted. Taking a sharp breath you knelt on the bed, your body being the only thing they could see across the white sheets.

Nobody would ever think the sweet Y/n was a cam girl, and who would you be the girl next door type, you’d find a boyfriend and live in a white picket fence neighbourhood. You were nothing like that, your knees beginning to part as the money and gifts flooded through the chat.

“Hello boys and welcome to the show.” You smirked out, the sound of your voice bringing in multiple comments and requests. “Thank you @babydolly/n for the gift, you want me to take this off.” You spoke sweetly putting up the presentation of a sweetheart.

Slowly taking the robe away from your body, the bra cupping your breasts and the underwear on show as your legs were now a part. “What should I do next Daddy?” You spoke to the viewers, an innocent yet seductive tone coming from your mouth.

More comments flooded through, wanting you to strip alongside with money and gifts. Thanking them you slowly unclipped your bra, letting your breasts perk up of being free from confinement. “My nipples are already so hard, daddy, I think I’ve been a bad girl.”

It was an act, an act that paid well and with more comments flooding through to touch and play with your tits. You had to comply, it was an income that you appreciated a lot, even with sleazy men on the other side you didn’t care. You wanted the money, the success of being a cam girl without an identity. You were known, yet so alone.

On the other side of your show, lube in hand as his hand clamped against his cock, the slick wrapping against his hardened cock. You weren’t even naked on the screen and yet he had gotten turned on, Reiner never meant to see your show, but Connie had sent a link for cam girls for laughs and now here he was. An addict to your body, every night coming to watch you, see how you called your viewers daddy, he imagined it was just him though, hating how you were others.

You spoke again after having played with your tits; the money being sent for you to remove your underwear. You could probably sell your underwear knowing your fans, “I’m already wet for you.”

The direct line you tried to have made you a lot more popular than you had ever expected. You knew why though, every moan and every movement you made was godlike, filled with lust and passion. You spoke directly to gain money, but your actions were for yourself, to need a release.

Reiner watched your slick drip down your fingers, the action of your legs spread gave him a view of your shaved pussy. He saw how the excessive wetness dripped down into your mouth, a soft moan coming from your lips. It was music to his ears, he had been pumping his length up and down slowly, wanting to enjoy the show and gave a release by the end of it.

The action of putting your fingers in your mouth had gained you more gifts and money, even with a mass audience, barely half ever gave money having already paid to subscribe so seeing no need to give extra stuff. You didn’t care knowing that those who did pay for extra stuff were giving unnecessary amounts of money.

“What should I put in myself today, daddy?” Your body was on show, a box filled with dildo’s and vibrators was placed to your side, going from the largest ones to the smallest ones. “A rippled vibrator.” You brought out the black vibrator, it was long in length and you had rarely used it on a show but seeing as more money had come through, how could you not comply.

Reiner’s eyes widened at the sight of your put the vibrator around your lips, it wasn’t even a real cock and still your licked and sucked on it as it was. Your fingers dipping between your folds, he could imagine how perfect your mouth would be across his own cock. His motions became quicker and firmed, his cock reddening due to the overstimulation with no release.

Your moans filled the camera, the vibrator being inserted into your wet cunt, your other hand had moved to cup your breast as you had put the vibrator setting on the highest one. Feeling as you let your body straddle it. Your cunt on the camera sending a shock throughout your body, it was all for the show but even then, you could gain your own release.

With your eyes shut and your legs trembling at the feeling of the vibrator inside your sore cunt, you caught a glimpse of the comments and gifts, they wanted to see you lie down with your cunt on show.

Reiner watched as your back hit the bed, your legs wide as the camera had view of your full cunt, your thighs spread and the black vibrator between your fingers moving up and down through your thick coat of slick. His hand moved up and down faster now, he was glad his roommate wasn’t home, the groans that filled the apartment were scarily loud.

He kept his rhythm with your own movement, he watched how your finger where your tattoo was covered in slick and saliva. He had noticed it for your very first show, an initial of some sorts but your life had been private never exposing who you were. Even your name could be a fake, he knew if he ever did meet you, he wouldn’t be able to resist you.

Your back arched as you continued thrusting the vibrations into your cunt, your other fingers moved to rub at your clit. For a show it was pretty tame compared to other cam girls you had seen, yours were just you and vibrators, but some had others, even inviting fans to play their sub.

You rubbed your clit, the camera flashing across your sweaty body. The room smelt of cum and sweat, it was gross but the sound of your moans engulphed the air more. With a coil filling up inside of you, you spoke again, “can I cum daddy?”

The comments flooding through of a yes, you knew what this meant, the men were at their own limit, having watched you for the past half an hour, strip and tease them. They wanted the release they had paid for, you rubbed faster and thrusted deeper. Moaning and groaning, your cunt was on show for the whole world to cum too.

Reiner saw how you moaned much more loudly, he had noticed how your pace quickened, his own pace on his cock had gotten faster. His ability to remain constant with you was impeccable, he moaned loudly as he watched your pace and force quicken.

You moaned a “daddy.” Just as Reiner moaned your name, cum dripped away from the vibrator it fell out of your cunt and had seeped out of your cunt and onto the bed sheets. You sat upright watching as the cum stuck to your thighs, your fingers sore from having rubbed at your clit and tits.

Reiner heard your final words, cum dripping from his cock and onto his palm. He regretted sitting at his desk and doing this, his pumping stopping as his cum dripped from his fingers and onto his thighs, he turned to watch your face on the screen, how you licked your lips probably tasting your sweat and cum. He thought of how he could ruin you, he could imagine hearing you call him daddy, not on a stupid stream but in real life. “I’ll see you tomorrow, daddy.”

You gave an innocent look before ending the stream, taking a heavy breathe, you felt sore and dirty, needing a shower. You took the mask off, putting your camera away and turning the monitor off. Leaving the guest bedroom you walked towards your own bedroom, the bedroom that was your safe place. The place where you weren’t camgirl Y/n or university student Y/n, the place where you were just Y/n.

Reiner hadn’t been able to sleep since your stream, hearing you talk, your whimpers and moans, even the look of the white cum gush from your cunt intoxicated his head. He needed more, having paid a subscription to you, he had never sent comments or gifts feeling it to be what every other man did. He wasn’t like those other men, he found himself on other websites where your streams had been recorded, spending another night, pumping and cumming just at the sight of you.

His alarm blared in the early mornings, he was late, of course he was late. He had just spent the entire night watching you cum over and over again. Cumming every time you cummed, he woke up in a sweat, needing to shower but knowing he’d been even more late. He didn’t care about deciding to miss the lecture and taking a long shower. Images of the show played through his head, images of how your mouth sucked at the vibrator. His hand went to his half erect cock, imagining your plump lips in the shower suck and glide your tongue against his length.

He could imagine how your hair would get wet and how even with the mask on you were the prettiest person alive. He could imagine how your tattoos would look like your hands were behind your back, he could imagine face fucking you. The cum dripping down your lips and how you’d meet his height and whisper in his ear how much you wanted him to fuck you.

Feeling himself cum again, the white liquid dripping down the drain. He knew he had to sort himself out before his next lecture, he couldn’t stay this horny mess. Even if you were attractive, he couldn’t continue his days thinking of fucking you, he needed a distraction. He thought of getting himself out there, going on dates, hooking up with girls. But every night he’d end up back watching your shows.

“Reiner, hurry up some of us have to pee.” The sound of Bertholdt banging at the door made Reiner’s infatuation with you stop. He quickly got out, the towel slinging across his waist as he saw the droplets fall across his abs and hair. He saw the hairs across his face, he had let it grow and hadn’t bothered shaving it since he turned 20.

Bertholdt quickly ran into the bathroom closing the door as Reiner walked out, going to his room, he tidied away the tissues and made the room smell less like he had cummed multiple times. Before leaving the apartment, he hated early morning lectures as much as he hated being interrupted but here he was walking into the coffee shop where Connie had told him to meet him for their next lecture.

He stood in line needing some coffee, his tired hazel eyes looking dull and gloomy. He looked ahead focusing on his surroundings, he noticed how the entire coffee shop was packed. Students everywhere, chatting, working, drinking and eating, noticed a spare seat in front of a girl, he thought it was his best bet to get the coffee and ask to sit in front whilst he waited for Connie.

You had gotten in early to your favourite coffee shop, sitting in one of the spare tables. You got your laptop out, taking soft sips of coffee as you checked your bank account. The money flooding into your account, you almost felt bad for the men who paid for your shows, they could easily gain the same thing from Pornhub or just go out and fuck girls. But they came to you and it felt almost too good to be true at how you had gained a viewership of fans.

You heard a cough up ahead, looking up into the tall blond. You gave a slightly confused look at him, “hi, could I take this seat whilst I wait for my friend?”

“I don’t see my name on it, go ahead.” You tried making a joke with the attractive blond who gave a soft chuckle.

He felt like he recognised your voice, the way you spoke with assertion and confidence. It felt so familiar but as he watched you go back to looking at your screen. He couldn’t see anything, “the name’s Reiner.”

“Y/n.” His face fell at hearing your name, the way your eyes perked up from the screen, facing the blonde. He couldn’t speak, it couldn’t be, you couldn’t be the woman he had been infatuated with for weeks now.

“Whoever you’re waiting for seems to be late.” You check your watch, seeing how the next lot of lectures were starting in five minutes.

Reiner didn’t pay attention to your comment instead seeing the tattoo that embellished your finger. “Nice tattoo.”

“Oh thanks, I have a couple.” You spoke not bothering to show him the other, he seemed on edge. His grip on the coffee cup tightening as he stared at you, he could recognise that tattoo from anyway. He had seen that finger pump right into your cunt, but you couldn’t be, you couldn’t have been this close to him, without him ever realising.

“Hey man, sorry I’m la…” Connie had waltzed in but had noticed both you and Reiner together, “oh hey Y/n, haven’t you got a lecture as well.”

“Professor cancelled, I thought I’d come here to relax.” You knew Connie from having met him in your first year, he had been a sweet kid but even then, sweet kids can end up tormenting others. Which had become his favourite thing.

“She wasn’t annoying you right?” You stuck your tongue out, Reiner felt at unease, could that same tongue have sucked your slick filled fingers.

Reiner shakes his head as Connie gestures for him to get up, “actually, go without me.” Connie didn’t bother questioning Reiner’s motives, instead leaving due to not wanting to be late.

“What about your lecture?” You questioned scratched the side of your neck, he could see the start of the black tattoo behind your ear. He had all the proof he needed to ask you the question that he had been dreading to ask.

He stared at you, with your eyes fixated on his own, it was uncomfortable, but he asked the question anyway, “are you camgirl Y/n?”

Your face flushed at the question, feeling uneasy. You began stuttering, “w…what?”

“Are you camgirl Y/n?” He repeated.

“I don’t know who that is.” You bit your lip, the same action you had done last night, he knew it was you.

“I don’t care if you are, I watch your videos.” He spoke with confidence.

You knew you had fans, but you had assumed them all to be old men or 18-year-olds who had control of their money. Not your friend's attractive friend, you felt insecure however, an attractive man like himself having watched you. “Pl…please don’t tell anybody.”

He hadn’t intended to make you feel uneasy as he tried to salvage the situation, “Y/n, I wouldn’t, you’re just really pretty y’know and your streams are umm.” He scratched the back of his head.

You shut your laptop facing him, “my streams are what?”

“You’re just perfect y’know, every part of you, I really like your tattoo on your side, and the birthmark you have as well. I read that you said you didn’t like your birthmarks and scars that you got as a kid, but I think they’re…perfect.” He didn’t know what got over him as he spoke about your body so freely.

But even then, you saw that he watched your streams to yes cum, but something more. To just see you, for you, an idea popped into your head, a bad idea but you were horny and alone. “My apartments 5 minutes away.”

He gave a confused look at your statement, you began to put your stuff in your bag, putting your coat on. Before bending down to meet his ear, “why don’t you come and fuck me, daddy?”

The words fell from your lips in a matter of seconds, if he was a friend of Connie’s he couldn’t be that bad and with him keeping your secret he deserved some sort of reward. Reiner’s eyes flashed, only a mere hour ago had he dreamt of those words coming from your mouth and now here you were ready for him.

“Unless you’re…” He interrupted, grabbing your wrist.

“Let’s go to yours.” The walk was silent, you seemed to live alone at how you easily dumped your stuff to the side. He walked inside taking his shoes off, as you dropped your coat to the side.

The reality of the situation had settled in, as he watched your uneasiness. You had invited a stranger to fuck you in the heat of the moment. You were about to speak but heard Reiner’s voice instead, “why don’t you go to your room?” His confidence had regained, after seeing how shy you had gotten and how the vibe from earlier of a sweetheart had washed away after the confession.

He wanted to take control, wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to hear you scream his name in real life and not on a screen. You nodded walking past the room that had all your recording stuff, he followed, noticing how nice your apartment was, almost inviting.

He walked into your room, he had expected to see the same dark room for your streams, but instead was met with your cream-coloured walls and potted plants everywhere. Pictures from your high school and university life, he could see how your room represented you, and as much as he hated to say it. He couldn’t wait to ruin it.

“Reiner…” You whispered as he came forward, he stood in between your legs, his large hand almost cupping your entire cheek.

“I’m not one of those rich fanboys who send you money when you spread your legs, now be a good girl and open wide.” Butterflies filled your stomach, his hand still cupping your entire face as your mouth opened up for him.

The sound of him gathering up spit in his mouth filled the air before he spat directly into your mouth, “swallow.” The early insecurity had gone and was filled with a dominance that made you even more turned on.

He watched as his saliva and spit flooded down your throat, the warm liquid mixing with your own saliva. His lips attached to your own, still standing tall against your frame, your hands were directly to where his cock was, and you could almost see the bulge through his jeans. His lips were rough as both his hands grabbed your face, it intoxicated your mouth as his tongue gliding against your own.

Soft moans filled the air before your hands reached to undo his jeans, he didn’t stop you letting you throw the belt away as the jeans fell to the floor. The huge indent made an impression as you almost gasped at the size, but Reiner’s mouth suppressed it all. He smirked knowing that even your vibrator and little toys were no match for his cock.

Your fingers skimmed across his boxer material; the feeling of his cock almost grazed back. He let go of your face, watching at how you caught your breath, before moving his fingers to the hem of your shirt. He lifted it above your head, seeing the breasts and tattoo he had seen on your show, it felt intimate, however. Like now he was the only person who should see you like this, he towered over you again before kneeling against the bed.

Our body encased as he looked down at you, his cock just skimming your stomach. “Pretty aren’t you, I can't wait to ruin you.” You response was cut off with a moan from his mouth attacking your neck, the sucking leaving you to moan his name. Which turned him on even more, he moved his mouth to your neck, undoing your own jeans to let them slide down your legs.

His mouth moved to just above your breasts, looking up to see your whimpering sight, “Rei…Reiner.” It was a much louder moan as his other hand had rubbed against your clothed cunt.

His other hand undid your bra chucking it to the door, as his cock rubbed against your cunt. The sensation almost makes you mewl and cower, “I want to s..suck your cock.” You whimpered out.

How could he ever refuse an offer like that, he took his shirt off in one slick movement. Your eyes on his chiselled abs and hairs that trailed his happy trail right down to his cock, he moved to lean against the pillow, the softness of your bed gulping his body. He watched as your breasts hung from your chest as you crawled towards his clothed cock. “Use those pretty lips of yours, baby.”

The sound of praise lifted your confidence as you removed his boxers allowing his cock to spring out in all its glory. The way the tip blushed and curved towards his abdomen made your mouth water, but most of all the sheer size of the veiny cock was monstrous to say the least.

Your tongue licked from the base upwards, the feeling of his precum dripped down your fingers and mouth, he gave a groan tilting his head back as he felt your lips wrap against his cock. He didn’t expect you to get the whole cock down your throat, but he wanted you to, he watched as barely half fit down your throat before you felt suffocated. But even then, feeling your tongue lick and wrap around his cock sent him into a frenzy. “Babyyyy” he gave a moan feeling his cock hit the back of your throat, he wanted to watch you struggle for a bit before he did anything.

“It’s…too big.” Your eyes had watered from the feeling of being stuffed.

“It’ll fit.” Was all he sent grabbing your hair in a fish and pushing your head down onto his cock. Tears welled up at how your nose reached lower and lower almost touching the base, his lifting of your head allowed for minimal time to breath. But the groans and moans were what made it ever more satisfying, he continued using your mouth, his grip tightening occasionally. Before his whole cock fit directly to the back of your throat, the way he could almost see it in your throat and how well you had done made him cum on the spot.

Cum shooted down your throat with a moan of your name coming from his lips, he watched as you swallowed the saltiness down your throat. He brought his fingers to wipe away the cum that had dripped down to your chin, “suck.” His fingers went into your mouth as you sucked to taste the saltiness mix with the taste of his fingers.

“Fuck me.” You moaned through the sucking; his other hand having gone to remove your underwear.

He saw your bare form for the first time in real life, it wasn’t a show or in his head. You were here in front of him, you were real, and you wanted him to fuck you. He grabbed your waist turning you over to make your body press against the bed, your ass perked up right away. Up for his cock to slam into it, you felt one hand press against your head pushing your face downwards as the other went to your hands grabbing them to put them behind your back.

His cock skimmed back and forth before he slammed into your tight walls, a loud moan erupting from your mouth. “Fast…faster, daddy.”

Even with your face against the bed you were still a mess, “fuck, you’re so tight.” He had gotten half his cock in your cunt before he began thrusting, a sensation sending vibrations down your body and bed. He continued thrusting each time adding more of his cock into your slick filled hole. “Taking me so well, good girl.” He groaned out; it was heaven to your ears. Even with the feeling of being bound by his hands you felt like this moment was more intimate than any sexual experience you had experienced.

“Fuck.” He repeated throughout each thrust, he had let go of your head, letting your give out more freer moans at every thrust through the slick. His hand moving to your neck, grabbing it with a strong hold. He grasped it letting moans fall from your lips before tightening his grip, your head was up in the air and with each thrust his base seemed to meet your tortured cunt. “Who does this cunt belong to?”

“Y…you, daddy.” You moaned, he saw how dishevelled your hair had gotten, how it was moan after moan, it was unlike the shows where your moans would be filled with just fucks and daddy. You were more vocal, more vocal for him.

His cock had reached the back of your uterus, knowing how after a couple more thrusts he’d be ready to cum in your pretty cunt. “Cu…cum.” You whimpered, he let go of your neck, his hand moving to move your hair away from your face. Even with his kneeling position he was in great view to see the beauty you held within each whimper and moan.

“You're going to cum right on my cock.” He groaned out, “fuck baby, come on do it, cum right on my cock.”

You felt the coil release from your cunt, letting the white gush from you and onto his cock, the cum let him more easily slide back and forth into your own cunt. Before feeling his own sensation relieve him, his cum filling your cunt in a matter of seconds.

He got out of you, dropping his head beside you. Your cunt filled and body sore from his grip, he watched as you tried to get up, but wobbled as you stood, cum dripping down your thighs and legs. “Clean yourself up later.” He muttered, bringing an arm around his neck as he watched you try to move.

“You could’ve warned me about that before.” You pointed to his cock after seeing him chuckle at your struggle. Giving up on movement, your suffocated cunt and you almost waddled back to the bed.

Collapsing right beside Reiner, his arm moving to your waist as he brought you closer. “We should do this again, sometime?” He proposed, he didn’t want to be fuck buddies, but you might still see him as some fan you needed to repay.

“We should go on a date.” You muttered quietly, resting your head against his chest.

His eyes widened at the comment, “a date?”

“You have been on one before, two people go out to get to know each other, might even fuck after, we did it in the wrong order, but I know this Sushi place.” Your eyes were shut as you rambled on.

He looked down at your perfect figure, the way you clinged onto his chest, his arm around you security. The sweaty hairs sticking your face and god that smile that could melt a man, you wanted more from him, he wasn’t just a fan anymore and you definitely weren’t the cam girl anymore. Taking a sharp breath he spoke the words that started the future of you two together “I’d like that.”

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Title: filthy rich [3/3] Pairing: millionaire!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au] Genre: mystery, major angst ahead, thriller, mafia!au-ish

Synopsis: Just run, Y/N. Don’t look back.

Warnings: dark and yandere themes, toxic relationships, mentions of violence, shady business, class differences, mentions of rape, smoll breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy, mentions of abortion, and sakusa being a manipulative bastard

Notes:

Im disappering again for a week or two so as a parting gift, here ya go, im starting a bokuto fanfic soon and posting the reboot of notice me soon too hnnng thanks for the wait guys uwu

A sorta realistic take on a yandere is harder than it looks kssjdn omg anyways here yall go the long awaited last chapter of filthy rich. I’m not sure if I should put like a one shot sequel but so far im marking this series completed. Thanks for sticking by!

previous || series masterlist || blood son [sequel;one shot]

You run your hands through your hair and shut your eyes tight, the quietness and stillness of your shared apartment was something to bask on before you put on a fake mask of happiness. It had been exactly two months since you found out about the birth control switch and the medaide agenda.

In the span of those two months, you had grown more observant towards your boyfriend’s actions and you knew that it wouldn’t be anytime soon until he actually notices that you were onto him.

You let out a shaky breath as you recollected some weird things you’ve seem to have noticed, how his brows would furrow when he’d receive a call indicating that something was up and it was serious or how you visited your ex-boss one time a week or so ago along with Kenjiro since you wanted to see how he was doing.

“...Well, he just didn’t come home and sold the place. Apparently he was in a rush to move or something because of family matters so I didn’t exactly see him.” the neighbor gossiped to you two.

“Y/N?”

You jump on your spot as you hear that dreadfully familiar voice.

“Hey,” You greet, walking up to him, you decide to do your usual hug but stop when you notice a small red stain on his necktie, the tie is dark blue and although it wasn’t obvious from afar, it definitely was up close. Your brows are furrowed together, this time in pure curiosity, “Did you get hurt? It’s unlike you to get messy.”

You notice the quick shift of attitude in his eyes, you were seemingly getting good at observing his emotions these days and it looked like he panicked for a second there.

Odd.

“A friend of mine had gotten hurt a while ago, you remember Atsumu Miya?”

A vivid image of a blonde man crossed your mind, he was another conglomerate friend of your boyfriend, another person to be weary of to add to the list, “Oh, is he alright?” you asked, trying to keep it casual as you untie his tie for him as usual.

“Yes. He’s awfully clumsy. You don’t need to worry.”

“Oh…” You mumbled, “by the way, I visited my ex-chief.”

“Ex-chief?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, “You know, my boss from before? Me and a few co-workers decided to visit him since he was a really good boss. Turns out he just left without telling anyone, poor man.”

“Sounds unpleasant. Did you know why he quit?”

“No.” You shrugged as you take the tie out and place it on the side, “He suddenly just quit his job and moved, neighbors said it was also because of family matters. It’s kinda weird because as far as we knew, he didn’t have a family.”

“Would you like me to look into it?”

You almost stiffen when he slithers his arms on your waist but you didn’t want to give away any suspicion, “No. I don’t want to pry. Hopefully he’s enjoying his retirement.” You sighed, turning towards him with a tight smile, “Now what would you like for dinner? I was thinking Mediterranean? I need to lose some weight since I’ve been feeling bloated for a while.”

He leans in for a soft kiss on your temple, “Mediterranean would be fine. Would you like anything else? We could order more.” he hummed, his lips slowly started to dangerously hover on top of yours.

“No, it’s fine.” You give him a quick peck and wiggle your way out of his arms, your stomach doesn’t feel well these days. Whenever you were near Sakusa you had the urge to throw up your innards despite having an empty stomach.

You don’t notice the dangerous gaze on your behind as you pick up the phone for your take-out.

Sakusa hasn’t felt you in a long time and it’s driving him insane, he wants to feel your heat, your body, and everything in between. He wants to fill you up and see you pregnant with his children. He wants everyone in the world to know you were his and his only.

Yet he can’t do that.

You’ve ignored his affections these past few weeks and it had been driving him insane to the point where he had to ask one of his men to put an eye on you to see if you had been cheating on him or seeing someone else.

Yet you hadn’t.

Your routine was the same old one and Sakusa is digging his nails deeply into his skin in his office one day with his tie uncharacteristically untied. Miya Atsumu sits across him, taking a sip from his flask, “Ya look like shit.” the blonde points out.

“Fuck off, Miya.”

“Heard from your cousin that you’re not getting laid by your girl these days.”

“You better be thankful that you’ve got men behind you or I’d be shooting your fucking brains out for saying that.” Sakusa spats, his dark gaze pointedly looking at the blonde across him.

“You should just find someone else then and not yer prude of a-”

“Keep telling me ideas like that and maybe I might just shoot you and chop your body up until it looks fuckin’ unrecognizable.”

Atsumu raises his hands up, signaling that he was giving up, “Gee, omi-omi. I was just giving my advise. It’s so easy to drop her.”

“I don’t want to drop what’s mine.”

“You’ve got issues.” He chuckles, “Haven’t you been switching out her pills and fucking her raw for the last couple of months? I bet yer ass you got her pregnant on that before but ya just don’t know it. Getting her pregnant would definitely secure her spot in her life. Woman’s nuthin’ without ya.”

“She’s...she’s not showing…”

“When was the last time ya two went at it?”

“Two months ago.”

“Ya poor boy.” Atsumu sighs, shaking his head, “Ya sure you don’t want to take a break from being a loyal boyfriend for one night? i bet Y/N wouldn’t notice.”

“And no one would notice if you fucking disappeared. I’ll make sure of it, now get out.”

You may not have been the sharpest tool on the shed but you know that someone’s been tailing you these past few days, you’re not stupid. You could only come to the conclusion that it was Sakusa who was doing such things but you couldn’t get why.

Something just didn’t make sense. It felt like you were missing an important piece in the puzzle, med-aide and the switch of your pills and now a hidden tail?

You furrow your brows together in deep thought as you sat down next to a teenage boy on his phone, you decided to take the bus today to the grocery store, surprisingly the one tailing you wasn’t around today.

Your eyes slowly shift towards the boy’s phone, it seemed like he was playing a video game.

An otome game, to be exact.

You felt your lips twitch up, you remembered those games a lot growing up. The graphics seem to have massively improved now by the looks of it, “...That looks interesting.” You tell the teenage boy who turns to you in surprise.

“Oh, thanks.” the blonde replied quietly.

“Is that a new otome game?”

“Kind of.” He blinks, his gaze returning back to the screen, “It’s sort of a remake of the yandere simulator from back then.”

You feel your shoulders tense up.

“A yandere?”

“Yeah.” The blonde nods, “The girl’s awfully creepy in the game, she stalks him, does things to get him. The player has to catch her in the act and evade her at the same time.”

“Oh…” You blink, “I-uh, this is weird… but what’s a yandere again?’

“It’s someone obsessively in love with you. They’ll do anything to have you stay by them.” He says, pushing on a button but suddenly the screen turns red and you feel shivers run down your spine as you hear him curse and the words ‘you’re caught’ appear on the screen.

“W-what happened to your character?”

“He died. Nothing much.” he mumbles, “If the Yandere knows they can’t have you, they’ll kill you.”

You immediately went pale as soon as you heard that. Maybe, just maybe you were being paranoid. He wouldn’t go to that extent, would he?

“How did your character escape the yandere in the game?”

“Well, I haven’t finished the game yet but based on some anime’s and manga’s I've usually read. They either killed to get away or they moved so far away where they wouldn’t be seen so I think the creator might have the same ending.” The blonde said, he slowly looked to your side, “You’re looking awfully pale, ma’am. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, j-just remembered a horrible game I played back when I was your age.” You gulped in, “Nightmares, you know? The yandere tried to get my character pregnant and tried to get in her way of moving out of the country.”

“Sounds like a very realistic one.” He mumbles, “What did your character do?”

“I wasn’t able to finish it.” you whispered, loud enough for him to only hear, “I couldn’t really find a way out.”

“The developers of the game must’ve made it hard for you. Maybe your character should’ve ran away,” he advised, “Or better yet, you should’ve killed him.”

“I-well, I don't think there were options like that.”

“Well if I were you and there was no option for killing, I’d run. Far, far away. Change my identity and all that.” he exits the game and stuffs the phone back in his pocket, you get a good look of his cat-like eyes and immediately feel a shiver on your spine with the next words he say, “I mean its a game but you wouldn’t wanna loose and get your character killed, right?”

“R-right.”

The teenage boy hops down without even saying goodbye and you have a scary realization that you can’t break it off like you originally had planned. You needed to run, run far as you can and get lost.

The words that the teenage boy says echoes in your head for the next few days, from that point on, realization dawns upon you that, nothing is certain now. You couldn’t trust anyone, you couldn’t let friends and family be involved in this. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a powerful man so you needed to be careful with how you were going to disappear.

You continue to act nonchalant and the same as you try to lay out your plan but you knew that you had only a week or so to complete this for it to successfully work.

Sakusa Kiyoomi wonders what he should do to save the relationship, he’s tried everything in the book that he could think of but you remained the same. Was this the end of the relationship? For real?

He could never stomach the idea of having you leave him.

It’s eerie that day, something felt different when he came home to an empty apartment. It looked the same yet something felt very, very different. Apparently the apartment guards said you were here since your car hadn’t left the driveway and they hadn’t seen you go out.

He checks out your side of the closet, your clothes remain there untouched and your toiletries were there too. He scans the fridge for your notes but nothing is stuck there. He suddenly feels like something cold was dumped on him.

It couldn’t be, right?

Right?

He runs to every room, checking every nook and cranny and when he finally reaches the last room which was the bathroom, nothing is there.

Everything was in its place except you.

Where were you?

Your bank account remains untouched, your wallet and phone was left in the apartment. It was as if you were returning home, the very least. Komori tells him to calm down, saying that they’re letting the best people find you around the city, they don’t rule out that someone might’ve had the audacity to touch you.

Whoever took you would be given hell to pay, that’s for sure. Was it the triad? Kkangpae’s? Or opposing yakuza’s? Oh, they’ll definitely have their heads on the platter if they tried to harm a single hair on your head.

Sakusa doesn’t even hesitate to notify the police about you already despite the memorandum that twenty-four hours is needed to consider a person missing, it's nothing a little money can fix.

“I hope we find her soon.” Your aunt sighed, “I’ve notified her parents about it. It’s definitely weird that she’d leave all her valuables behind.”

Hinata and Natsu sit there next to their mom, completely sad and worried, “I’ve hired the best people for it already, obaasan. We’ll find Y/N.” Sakusa replies yet his thoughts are in a complete frenzy now.

And find you they did.

No stone was left unturned. He made sure of it. Yet after a month of relentless searching. Nothing came up, it seemed like you had just vanished and Sakusa Kiyoomi had turned the whole underground world upside down for you but nothing came up.

Some say that you disappeared and ran away but that was immediately ruled out, no security cameras saw you in and out during that day and it would be impossible for you to just leave without security cameras on you. The guard had exclaimed that despite the blackout that day, the generators only took a few minutes to power up so they’d definitely catch you on camera in case you ever exited the building (along with the guards since they knew exactly what you looked liked) plus the clothes and such were still there, left untouched.

Some said you died, it was definitely impossible for you to just vanish without a single trace after all since everyone was looking for you.

Yet no one dared to say it in front of the boss, not if they valued their life.

The billionaire had dried out his connections to find you. What good was it to be the most powerful and richest man in the country if he couldn’t find you? Life had no meaning now, you were gone. It felt like a part of him was ceasing to function.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was a dead man walking now.

Unknown to the whole world, you’re in a small town with little to no signal. Your hair is chopped unevenly and your skin is darker from the repeated exposure under the sun, your life is simple and mundane now yet you’re happy.

For the first time in months, you actually felt free.

You shut your eyes tight, the events that transpired this past few months replayed in your head. Your escape was definitely done as carefully as you can and you didn’t even know if you’d succeed since you weren’t a master in that sort of thing.

You recalled that it was a week before you ran away, a few days after you met that kid in the bus. Someone from the electric company had come to inform you that there was a scheduled black out in the city that day during the afternoon and you felt something bubble up in you. That was the day you’d put your plan into motion.

You knew that the longer you delayed your plan, the harder it would be to escape.

You had a few minutes to actually put your plan to work. The camera’s on the hallways would cease to function for a few minutes according to the guard downstairs as he did a protocol on the building (apparently the generators were quick). So that morning after Sakusa left, you placed only a few clothes and the stash of money you had been carefully hiding in a garbage bag and chopped your hair short in an uneven manner. Burning all the remaining hair on the fireplace and the black hair color that you use with it. The maid uniform that you stole on your floor and a fake name plate that you made was on and you were good to go.

The minute the black out started, you took the garbage bag and walked out. Taking the stairway used by the caretakers, you made sure to just look down and never directly up at the camera’s pretending to work.

When you finally made it out of your building. You let out a stiff sigh and put down the bag, it was only the beginning. If you thought the same way as Sakusa Kiyoomi, you could only imagine that you needed to be more careful from this point on.

You take the newly bought duffel bag that you strategically hid behind some boxes. Thankfully when you had placed it yesterday afternoon, it hadn’t been touched.

You put on a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt with cheap shades and stuffed the maid uniform in the duffel bag along with your belongings in the garbage bag. You take the other route that led to the busy streets. It was easy to look like a tourist and seemingly blend in the crowd, from that point on, you only had one destination in mind.

When you were younger, you vividly remember an acquaintance telling you about this small town outside of Tokyo where her grandparents were from. It was only an hour away via plane and when you went down another few hours via bus yet if you took the bus route all in all, it would take a few days.

Since it was far, only a few busses actually went there and since you had to leave within the day, you decided to just take the bus nearest to that town and take another bus when you arrived there.

The plan smooth-sailed from that point on.

Except for one minor detail.

You open your eyes and look down at your now small bump. The monster who almost had you trapped left a parting gift, you grip your garden hoe tightly.

A big part of you wanted to kill it.

Yet every time you try to, you hesitate.

The moment you arrived here, you had to pretend to be a weary and poor widow. You just didn’t expect to be a weary and poor expecting widow. You let out an uncharted sigh at the thought, it was hard enough to be alone here with little to no money.

This child had the demon’s blood in it.

Yes, you may have gone free from his cage but in truth with his seed growing in your stomach day by day, you started to feel quite the opposite.

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