#and i did it on the way to the con. dressed as a fucking anime girl.
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#im gonna lose my mind and unfortunately not in a fun way#teacher im interning with texted me earlier telling me not to go in to school today bc she has covid#because ive been with her all week and she hasnt been wearing a mask at all i've been hella exposed#i had to drive to target to get tests because i took the One we'd had left in the pantry. and THEN found out it was expired#soon as i get in my car. turn it on. light that tells me i need air in my tires is on and i mean Immediately#i LITERALLY put air in my tires just under a month ago. i remember this because it was the first day of metro con.#and i did it on the way to the con. dressed as a fucking anime girl.#i decide i dont give enough of a shit about my tires because of that and bc i need to go fucking covid test myself so i drive to target#i park. as i pull into a space i FEEL my car do some fucking stupid shit. i go into the store. i come out.#i get to the first stop sign on my way out of the parking lot and i can tell my car is Sinking down on the front left tire#quarter of the way home my tire is completely flat#i get less than 2 minutes from the house. my car sounds like it's going to explode because im practically driving on my fuckin rims#and i have to call my mom to tail me the rest of the way in case my fucking car blows up or some shit#there was a HUGE fucking tear in my tire.#i take one of my new covid tests. comes back negative. go to sams club (masked) with my parents to get a new tire#i fucking get home and i get reminded of the fact that covid may not be detectable within the first few days :)#which means the plans i'd made for saturday had to be cancelled :) and while they have since been resolved i am Still#Upset#because today has just been BULLSHIT#by FAR i have had worse. but im having this day Right Now. and right now. i am upset.
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Restraining.. but it’s the guys weight holding you down.. bonus if he’s your sister’s ex boyfriend ;) bottom male reader, reader is mentioned to have a cock. Spanking, feminization, and light degradation. (Adding dub con just to be safe but reader consents to everything)
Smut idea where reader ends up getting fucked by his sister’s ex boyfriend and finds out he likes bigger and older men :3
After your sister, Karina,’s break up with her boyfriend, she’s been a bit of a mess. Even though she was the one who initiated the breakup. She never told you why but she certainly told you what she’d miss from her ex.
His smile, his hair, his hands, and his big co—
Yeah, it was getting annoying. You were honestly glad. You didn’t like the guy. Some bad boy wannabe wearing leather jackets and riding a motorcycle. He was.. like in his mid 20s! Too old to be a bad boy! You were at least glad you’d never see him again
But that wasn’t true when you ended up seeing him in your home… the day you were trying on a pair of shorts Karina got you.. the shorts were way too short for you—your ass cheek was basically popping out and you couldn’t even wear underwear with it.
And now here you were, gripping your bedsheets tightly with the shorts around your legs as you bit down on your lip. A constant force pushing up toward the headboard as he fucked you like an animal.
You could’ve said no. And really, you were about to.. but damn, he was kinda hot. Tall, lean, and tanned skin. Jet black hair.. why did Karina break up with him..? Personality maybe?
Fuck a personality right now though…
Anyway, while you lose your virginity to your sister’s ex boyfriend, all you could do was whimper and whine. You tried moving but his body was pressed down onto you, forcing you to take whatever he gave you
And what he gave you was harsh deep thrusts. Easily reaching your bundle of nerves and earning muffled screams from your lips. You shifted underneath him at each graze of your prostate but was only met with a swift spank to your ass.
He didn’t even say much for you to drop your shorts. A simple raised eyebrow and a smirk got you wet. Which is… very virgin like but at least you’re not a virgin now :)
You didn’t even think about how weird it was that this guy, who was about eight years older than you and dated Karina for almost two years was fucking you without any sense of guilt.
But fuck… your sister was right. He did have a huge cock.. but suddenly you thought about your sister getting fucked by this guy and now you felt disgusted. You tried to move again but was met with another harsh spank and him pushing you even deeper onto the bed
It looked like you weren’t leaving anytime soon. And embarrassing enough, you took it. Future you would deal with the guilt of fucking Karina’s ex.. present you would enjoy your first ever dick
“You do this for everyone?”
Oh. He can talk? You only mewled as his thrusts seemed to only get quicker, the sounds of skin slapping filling your room.
“Dressing in these type of shorts,” he tugged at the shorts around your legs. “How many did you seduce with these?”
You could only try to ignore him and just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked but he grabbed your hair and pulled. A cry left your lips as you glanced at him, a faint smirk on his lips.
“You’ve always been cute.. glad to know your pussy is tighter than Karina’s”
You couldn’t help but mewl at his words, your tight heat tightening around his cock. His smirk only grew—his eyes staring knowingly into yours.
He’s got you now.
You came soon after that in embarrassment. How could that even make you cum? But he loved it. His past thrusts were fast but it felt absent.. now, he was fucking you like he was wanting to breed you.
Your lips were continuously open, loud and unabashed screams left your lips. Each thrust caused your body to push forward violently.
“Look at you… taking me well for your first time. Y’know.. I think I know why some people love fucking virgins.”
His thrusts slowed down, earning a whine from you. He was slow and methodical which was good at first but randomly, he slammed into you, earning a cry in pleasure from you.
“Not for the innocence… but for showing someone new how good it is to be fucked. And the discovery of themselves.”
He slammed into you again.
“I think I don’t want this to be a one time thing. This pussy’s too good to give up.” He gave a soft squeeze to your ass.
“…’s not a pussy…” you slurred out, practically cock drunk at this point.
He only grinned. His thrusts were slow as he brushed against your prostate before stopping right there as he painted your insides. You gasped in disbelief, feeling the warm liquid.
He pulled out and got off from on top of you. You continued to stay on the bed—just hoping he’d leave now so you could sleep in shame for sleeping with Karina’s ex.
But you heard the sound of a camera going off. With the last bit of energy you had, you turned yourself around to look at him as he smirked at his phone.
He turned the phone to you, showing you the picture he took. Your bare ass as cum dripped out of your fucked out hole. Luckily you were face wasn’t in the picture but if someone had been in your room, they could tell it was your bedroom based on the posters you could see in the background
“Safe keeping. I had to delete Karina’s nudes… so I need some new material. You’ll be giving me more, yeah?”
You could only stare at him dumbly as he grabbed his shoes and slipped them back on. He grabbed his jacket and looked back at you. You could feel his eyes roaming your body before looking down at your hole that was still leaking with cum.
A twisted smirk was on his lips at the sight. You blushed in embarrassment and looked away.
“It’ll be fun helping you learn about yourself more… I’ll see you soon. Wear those shorts again, alright?”
With that—he was gone. But the only thing on your mind right now was…
Why was he even here in the first place?
And uh.. more importantly—what was he going to do with that picture?
I’ve always liked the idea of sister exbf but only if the bf is older and a bit mean, but I certainly think I can make him meaner for next time.. how do you guys like him?
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Rights & Wrongs
Warnings: dub-con, blackmail, cheating, mentions of sex for money, cum play, Rafe being 😈
You search everywhere for JJ but he doesn’t turn up. The party is getting out of hand and you just want to go home. You were tired of the fighting and the drama but JJ couldn’t be bothered with. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to lash out. There was no reasoning with him when he was like this.
“Wait.” A firm hand grabs your wrist, halting you in your tracks. You turn to face him, hating the way he’s looking at you with so much concern and need.
“Let go, Rafe.”
“Please tell me you’re not looking for that loser.” Rafe practically begs, his eyes pleading.
“It’s none of your business.” You snap, attempting to yank yourself free but his grip is firm. Rafe ushers you down a small hallway leading to the houses garage, concealing you both in complete darkness and from watchful eyes.
“You are my business. I can help you. I can give you any—.”
“I don’t need or want anything else from you, Rafe. I want JJ. I love JJ.” Rafe’s expression drops, the blow landing almost as hard as a slap to the face. You felt bad for hurting his feelings but the arrangement was strictly business. Rafe’s eyes harden and he steps towards you, crowding you in the corner and away from prying eyes.
“Rafe..”
“Will he still want you when he finds out what you did?” His voice is calm, lethal. Your eyes narrow as you glare back at him, your throat tight.
“He will believe me over you.”
“You know he’ll question how you got the money.”
“Don’t worry about it, Rafe. I’ll come up with something.”
“Really? And what if I show him how you got it instead?” Rafe whispers, a deadly smirk forming on his lips as your stomach sinks.
“No..”
“Yes.” Rafe tucks your hair behind your ear before resting his palm on your bare shoulder. “I have all three hours of you selling your virginity to me.” You flinch as heat races through your veins and down to your toes. You were still a little sore even as memories clouded your mind. You couldn’t feel guilty. Not when everything was riding on this money. You raise your hands and shove against Rafe’s chest but he only grins.
“Fuck. You.”
“I’ll show him.” Rafe ushers you into a small powder room, crowding you in the dark as you fill with rage and.. needs .
“Give it up right now or I’ll go find him and show him what you sound like on my cock.” Rafe growls, lifting you on to the vanity. Rafe’s hands slide up your dress, gripping your hips as he yanks your panties down. You want to fight but there’s no point with him. Rafe gets what he wants.
“I’ll never love you.” You spat as Rafe pulls his cock free and slides it up and down your slit. You were already soaked, your body ready for him.
“You’ll get there.” You push at his chest but it doesn’t stop his cock from slowly inching inside you or his mouth from claiming yours. A moan slips free from your lips and Rafe yanks you closer by your hips so he’s balls deep.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. I love that I’m the only one who’s ever been here.” His grip is bruising on your hips as he starts to slam in to you, over and over again. When you refuse to let him kiss you again, he growls before delivering harder thrusts.
“T-that will change.” You gasp, fighting to keep your eyes from rolling back. Rafe snarls like an animal, fisting your hair to hold you in place as he crowds you.
“Watch your fucking mouth.” He spats, hitting you so deep and hard that the mirror rattles on the wall. You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting off the impending orgasm.
“Y/N?” JJ’s voice in the hallway is like a bucket of cold water and you fill with panic as you push at Rafe’s chest. A dark laugh leaves Rafe’s lips as he rolls his hips, hitting you deeper than you thought possible.
“Rafe.. please..” You whisper, tightening your legs around his waist as JJ continues to call out for you.
“Do you think he’d cry if he caught us?” Rafe chuckles, lifting one of your legs higher so he can reach even deeper. You bite back a moan as you fight off the orgasm that’s building despite everything.
“You better cum like a good little slut or I’m not stopping. We’ll be here all fucking night.” Rafe demands in a low whisper. Your phone starts to vibrate on the counter top as JJ’s steps get further away. You hit silence before digging your nails into Rafe’s biceps, his movements slowing to the point of insanity.
“Just cum already and leave me alone.” You bite out.
“You first.” Rafe pulls out long enough to yank you off the counter and bend you over it, making you watch as he slips back in from behind. His eyes roll back as he shoves in deep and you have to ignore how hot it is. When he starts to move, you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out. This position was deeper and seeing the effect you had on him didn’t help. His hands slide around to grope your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples as your eyes squeeze shut.
“Stop fighting me or I’ll cum inside you.” Rafe growls, making your eyes snap open in shock.
“Don’t you dare.” You hiss just as his fingers find your clit.
“What would he do if he reached under your little dress and felt my cum running down your legs? Would you fuck him with me still inside you, dirty girl?” His filthy words are your undoing. You whimper when it feels like a bomb goes off and you detonate around him, covering your own mouth to keep from screaming. Your body seizes, sucking him in deep as you tighten and shake uncontrollably.
“There it is.” Rafe’s hands tighten on your hips as he pounds harder and faster. All the energy seems to drain from you and your knees feel weak as you lock eyes in the mirror until he yanks free with a groan and you feel his hot cum splatter on your ass.
“I hate you.” You growl just as Rafe starts to rub his seed in like lotion along your flesh. You spin around to slap him but he catches your throat, pinning you against wall before shoving three cum covered fingers in your mouth.
“Break up with him before something bad happens, Y/N. I paid you. I bought you. I own you.” His taste coats your tongue as tears fill yours eyes and you gag as he fucks your mouth with his fingers, the look in his eyes telling you all you needed to know. This wasn’t over.
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" WHO CARES? "
starring! : baji keisuke + bimbo gf!reader
cw! : voyeurism, groping, public, dub-con(but it's actually con), baji being horny and sleepy, short, mitsuya and draken are there too so, mdni, readers skin color is not mentioned. Not completely proofread.
Baji was waiting in front of your apartment complex after he texted you that you should come down to him. He tapped his boot against the concrete as he was leaning against his bike.
He was so tired, the longer you take coming down to him the more he just wants to come up to you and fuck you sore.
He's had the longest day at uni, controlling his temper really takes it's toll on him more that he'd like to admit.
And the only thing that can calm him down again is you and your God crafted body.
"Keiii! Hii!" He heard your gorgeous voice yell excitedly behind him, "'bout time you showed up-" he started before turning around to look at you.
You were wearing the tiniest strapless dress he had ever seen, he could just pull your dress a certain way and you'd be exposed. And that's not the worst of it, you weren't wearing a bra and the breeze of the cold air caused your nipples to poke the tight fabric of the dress.
As your heels clacked over to him. baji didn't even have the strength to control his own cock, so he was just rock hard as you pressed your soft and tiny compared to him body against his own. You smiled up at him before pressing a sticky kiss to his cheek, leaving a glossy mark behind. "How was your day, baby?" You asked sweetly with your hands on his shoulders, expectedly awaiting his answer. Did you have to look so fucking sexy today?? He hated how well dressed and composed you always are, your makeup and manicure are always making him want to fuck all the hard work up and have it running down your flushed cheeks while he's fucking you like a feral animal, leaving you completely sore for the next two weeks.
"Sucked. Let's just go so I can get this over with" he groaned at the thought of having to go to a toman meeting while he's torn between just sleeping and fucking you all night. But there was no way around it.
"Awe baby…let's go so you can tell me about it when we get back, kay?" You smiled and hopped on his bike.
Baji almost choked on his own spit as you sat down and your dress raised up your plush thighs, exposing your panties. He coughed and just quickly got on the bike himself,
most men would tell you to go change but baji's mother raised him right, he was in no position to tell a woman what to wear. Even if it is distracting him.
As the two of you were driving to the meet up, baji constantly shifted on his bike, his hard cock was just getting really, really uncomfortable. Especially since you kept on pressing your tits against him and running your nails over his abdomen telling him "I missed you so much today, Kei…" in that sweet and soft voice too..you fucking knew what you were doing, and you knew he wouldn't say anything.
The second you arrived, most toman members were already there. He just hoped he didn't have to talk all that much, cause it was hard to talk when you're tired as fuck and your cock is threatening to take control of all your sensible thoughts.
He got off his bike and you followed, but only to sit with your back against the handles of the bike. Baji kissed your temple after you switched seats, making you smile widely.
As he was towering over you and you were looking up at him so innocently and his hand caressed your warm cheek, he heard chifuyu running up to the two of you, interrupting the tender moment.
He rolled his eyes that he had to take his attention away from you, as chifuyu was talking to him baji never stopped stroking your cheek. "Mikey isn't here yet..I think he'll be late." Chifuyu said casually. Baji audibly groaned and threw his head back in frustration "that fucking dumbass.." he cursed "what's wrong?" The blonde man asked
"I had a long fucking day and just wanna get this shitty fucking meeting over" you tilted your head and pouted "Kei..baby." you said, taking the hand on your cheek "c'mere.." you said, tapping the free seat in front of you.
Baji didn't care if he was in public and showing you affection, he loves his pretty girl, and he sure as hell is not gonna stop treating you like his little princess just because people are watching.
He didn't even hesitate for a second before sitting back down and letting you hug his head against your plush chest.
Chifuyu just awkwardly coughed as he tried so hard not to look at your tits and thighs, last time a guy tried to hit on you his jaw got dislocated.
Baji put his hands on your lower back "you can go chifuyu." He murmured with his eyes closed.
Chifuyu nodded before he politely smiled at you and started to leave the two of you to it.
You waved with a smile before turning back to your sleepy boyfriend "are you okay, baby?" You asked softly, running your nails through his hair to gently scratch his head. The calming feeling of your nails on him just turned him on even more, making the long haired man look up at you "don't worry about it, princess.." he said before turning his head again and laying it between your tits.
He looked around and saw how most guys stare at you two, he cant fucking blame 'em, he'd stare at you too. He just didn't like that THEY were staring at you.
They were lucky that he didn't have the energy to fight anyone tonight.
But as he was pushing you closer to him, forcing you to arch your back and pressing his head tighter against your chest he just raised his hand up and grabbed at your tit suddenly.
You gasped and your thighs, that were placed on both of his own, twitched.
"Kei!..what are you doing?" You whispered at him. Though your words protested, your body didn't.
You pushed up against him as his thumb brushed over your hard nipple covered by the thin fabric of your dress. Baji heard the guys whisper among themselves as they were shamelessly staring at him fondling his girlfriend.
"M' just touchin' my girl…" he calmly replied to you as his other hand reached down behind you to grab at your plush ass, making you let out his favorite noise, a tiny surprised gasp.
"Baji! The guys are watching!" You whispered again softly clawing at his back.
It was cute of you to think he even cared for a second, besides he's not fucking you infront of them…even though he totally would.
"Who cares baby..just focus on me" he hummed.
Baji knew you were trying to hold your beautiful whines back since the two of you are In public and have a very perceptive audience, but who could blame you when your hot boyfriend had his strong hands on your ass and your tits.
Baji sighed against you as he felt your body shiver, he didn't see or feel it but he knew you were getting so wet. You're a dirty girl and baji knew that all to well.
His Hans kept massaging your soft tit but it wasn't enough for him, so he casually just slipped your dress down to immediately grab your tit again and suck your hard nipple into his mouth "b-baji!" You yelped, but only half-heartedly tried to push him off. You absolutely loved the feeling of bajis hot lips and tongue on your nipples, and baji loved it even more, it was calming to him but also so fucking hot.
Meanwhile mitsuya stood in viewing distance, he's not one to stare at women, cause he was also well raised by a mother. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop staring at your squirming cute form.
Mitsuya wasn't the only one though, draken was lucky that Emma wasn't here cause she'd probably beat his ass for staring for as long and intensely as he did. It was just something he didn't expect to see tonight.
"She's quite something, isn't she?" Mitsuya said outloud, making hakkai turn around to see what Mitsuya was talking about, just to freeze up entirely at the sight of bajis pretty girlfriend getting her tits sucked.
Baji didn't even notice his friends looking, he was too enamored by the indescribable feeling of his beautiful girl writhing and gripping on his bike, knowing you're torn between giving into ecstasy and feeling beyond embarrassed.
Baji hummed as he kept swirling his tongue around the hard bud, "feel so good, baby.." he groaned before sucking on it again and pressing you closer against him with the hand on your ass, gripping it tighter and making you feel his hard cock against your quivering pussy. You let out a fucking beautiful moan before you covered your mouth with your manicured hand as the cute pendants on your silver bracelet jingled in the process.
"B-baji, please.." you whimpered, making him open his eyes and look up at you through his pretty lashes and then letting your nipple go with an obscene pop, after he did so he covered your nipple with his hand to shield it from the hungry gazes of his men and friends. "Please what, baby?" He grinned, grinding his clothed cock against your poor cunt, making you cover your mouth again as you gasped, but baji stopped you from holding it there, he wanted to hear you. "P-please…let's just go.." your shy words Made him grin and pull your dress back up to cover your beautiful tits "I can't just leave baby.." he teased, making you whine and look up at him through your long and thick lashes. "Please, kei..I need you..so bad, right now" you sighed, shifting against his cock. "Please.."
Baji immediately stood up to pick you up and place you back on your backseat before he grabbed your pretty face to aggressively make out with you, groaning and moaning into your mouth as his tongue tried to to Impossibly deeper into your mouth. It was hard not to grind on the seat of his bike as he did so, his animalistic groans always made you so wet
"My little slut.." he whispered against your lips as he grinned and then bit his bottom lip with his sharp teeth. "Let's go baby..fuck this meeting." He chuckled and got on the bike in front of you, making you wrap your arms around him again and avoid all the gazes you had on you "gonna fuck you so hard when we get home.." he said quietly while stroking your arm that was holding his abdomen as tightly as you possibly could.
He then let the engine of his bike roar before he drove off..
Mitsuya chuckled "we'll just tell mikey that baji was busy" draken huffed "but don't tell him what he missed, he'll be pissed then."
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Kook for Rent
Dark!Virgin!Topper Thorton x Reader x Dark!Stepbro!Rafe Cameron
Word Count: +1,612
Warning(s): +18, Non con, Bondage, Human trafficking, Mentions of past stepcest, Forced prostitution.
Author's note(s): I've been meaning to finish this off before I deep-dive into studying.
Rafe would consider Topper to be his best friend. So of course, him being the best friend that he is decides to make Topper's dream come true: A chance to fuck his cute stepsister. Rafe is well aware of just how many guys would kill to spend the night with the Kook princess herself. He knows what your market value is and decides to take advantage of the opportunity.
Rafe counts the cash in hand, licking the pad of his thumb before raking through the stack of bills. His dad had cut some of his allowance out for not keeping an eye on Sarah, yet you weren't given the same punishment. It wasn't fair. So, what better idea than to rent you out to his best friend? He smirks at the heavy wad. Topper's family earned well more than his did, one of the few reasons why he tolerates the Kook. That and how he's known him since they were kids. Topper would never turn against him, even if he wanted to.
Rafe knew that Topper was head over heels for you. He's seen the way Topper would glance at you, when he thought no one else was watching. Of course, he wouldn't admit it, he's not the type to cross that boundary unless the feelings were returned. But if given the opportunity, he'd jump your bones. Rafe isn't going to let his friend die a virgin, not if he can help it. As soon as he finishes counting the money he leads his friend down the hallway to where your room was. There you were, bound and gagged to the bedpost.
Rafe made sure you were presentable, after all, Topper is a special guest. This is the first time he's ever ventured into your room. Different pastels and pinks littered the place. A few stuffed animals had been tossed aside in the struggle. Your hair had been messy during the fight. Rafe made sure to dress you in that one slip on that would drive any man crazy. For a moment, Topper couldn't believe it. He'd finally have a chance with the Kook queen herself. Who wouldn't want this? You were everything he's ever dreamed of. Valedictorian, top of their class, hell, you were even prom queen, yet here you were, presented just for him.
Before he could approach any further, Rafe places a hand on Topper's shoulder, "Listen, man, there's a reason why I chose you, I don't want anyone else doing this," He looks his friend dead in the eyes, "It's her first time too y'know?" Rafe eases his friend into it. Topper raises his brows at that statement, his pupils are blown as he looks your way. When would he ever get another chance like this? Both of them are sat on either side of the bed.
You glare at the two men with weary eyes, mascara now running down both cheeks. Each time one of them would approach, a swift kick would be sent their way. Topper had to dodge a few times until Rafe finally took charge. His hands immediately wrapping around your neck and squeezing as hard as he could. He doesn't stop, even when your face starts to change color.
Topper tries pleading with with him, "C'mon man! She can't breathe!" worried that his friend may have taken it too far. Rafe doesn't let go despite Topper's pleas until you almost pass out. When he releases his grip, an angry mark is left behind. You try to catch your breath despite the lack of air. It became clear that the gag wasn't helping one bit. Topper felt weary of the circumstances of how you ended up like this.
Rafe glares at his best friend, "Yeah, but you're still here," he knows how to read people, what makes them bend to his will, "You know she used to have a mouth on her?" he chuckles, "Fixed that shit up," Rafe grabs a leg while you're still drowsy and ties it at the end of the bed frame. He repeats this action for the other leg before laying at your side, "Sometimes you've gotta slap a bitch around, or else they'll feel like they're in charge," pointing a taunting finger in your face, "Remember this, I own your ass, you so much as take another breath, it's because I allowed it," He then raises both hands in the air, nodding for his friend to proceed, "Go on, she won't do that again," he smiles triumphantly.
For a moment, Topper is hesitant. Should he really be doing this? Rafe rolls his eyes, "There's a reason why I chose you, Top," Rafe needed to have Topper trust him, "I could've let Barry fuck her first, but I chose you," Rafe drags down the waistband of your panties, "All this, just for you," revealing the jewel plug to his friend. Topped let out an audible groan at the sight of it. He could feel the strain of his cock swelling under his shorts. Rafe parts your legs for a better angle. His hands grip at each cheek, parting your folds to give Topper a good view. Rafe made sure to lube up that pretty cunt of yours, he left the plug inside your ass in case Topper wanted to pay extra.
Topper juts his hips, he groans at the friction. He rubs his tip in between both breasts. A small trail of precum already leaking through, "F-fuck...she feels so soft..." Rafe made sure you'd use the extra soft lotion, the sparkly kind. Of course, it'd make Topper go crazy, what guy wouldn't? Glitter tits? Is that not every man's dream? He jerks himself off, using your tits for the extra friction. He toyed and played with both breasts until they peaked. His brows furrow, indicating that he was close, "Fuck man...she looks so pretty like this..." In a few seconds he'd already came in heavy waves, choking out a heavy groan before emptying a load. His cheeks were now a vibrant hue from the first round. His eyelids fluttering shut as he spread his seed against your bare chest.
Topper parts from you for a moment to catch his breath. He admires the view below him. More specifically that doe-eyed look on your face. He pokes out his tongue to lick his lips. Rafe drags the chair from your vanity closer to the bed, he plops his feet on your bedside. He lets Topper take charge for now. So far, his best friend was learning fast. Topper wipes at your tears, cooing a string of apologies, "Shh...sh... you're okay..." he swipes a stray tear with the back of his thumb gently. Rafe rolls his eyes at the sentimental act, "Jeez, Top, you're too soft on the slut," He clicks his tongue, alerting his friend to turn around.
Rafe then tilts his head to the bottle of lube and condom placed on the nightstand, "The bitch is already worked up, all you gotta do is fuck her now," as soon as those words hit your ears another muffled scream escapes. You thrash violently against the bindings, ignoring the searing pain of rope being dug into raw skin. Rafe lept from his seat, "Hey, hey, enough of that," he scolds, "I'm protecting you, what do you not understand? It's either Topper or Barry and we both know which one you'd prefer," as if you had a say in any of this. You glare back at the two men, giving them a death stare. It doesn't faze the Cameron heir, not one bit, "Stop being such a fucking baby," Rafe knew you could take much more, so why was Topper being such a fucking softie?
Topper shrugs of his friend, tuning him out as he wrapped himself up. He coats the condom with a light about of gel before rubbing it against your bare folds. He' g's been waiting for this for a long, long time. He presses his tip against the opening, grunting at the sensation, "Fuck...she's really warm," Topper's never felt this good in his life. He starts off at a slow pace, his eyes are mesmerized by the sight of his cock sinking deep into your channel. He carefully pumps his shaft, reveling in the feeling of a warm cunt squeezing him.
Topper groans, "Fuck....I'm really your first huh?" slowly but gently, picking up pace. He was much different than Rafe, gentler. What Thorton hadn't known, was that the Cameron boy had beaten him to it. After catching you sneaking out, Rafe decided that the best form of punishment was to pop your cherry. He hadn't told Topper this. Instead, he wanted to build that level of trust. Even if that meant putting you on the line.
Rafe knew Topper hadn't been with any other girl before. Of course, he wouldn't know the difference. You moan into your gag, eyelids fluttering shut as you fought the approaching orgasm. Rafe licks his lips at the sight of it. His best friend fucking his step-sister shouldn't turn him on this much. But something about it seemed so fucking hot. Shit, maybe he could sell the footage. Make it into an amateur porn. He's been tight on cash recently, might as well put you to good use. But no, he already had enough blackmail to keep you in line. He knows there's no coming back from this. He's already ruined you for any other man. Rafe owns your cunt and ass. He spent weeks making sure to train you well. You were a fighter, yes, but he's much, much stronger.
#Dark!Topper#Dark!Topper thorton#Dark!topper x reader#reader#reader insert#dark!topper thorton x reader#dark!rafe#dark!rafe cameron#dark!rafe cameron x reader#dark!fanfic#dark!fic#dark fanfiction#dark fanfic#fem!reader#dark!fanfiction#my work#dark fic#dark!rafe cameron x reader x dark!topper thorton#dark!topper x you#dark!topper x reader#dark!topper thorton x you#dark!topper thorton x reader x dark!rafe cameron#my fic#my works#afab!reader#fab!reader
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Omg, could you tell us more about your experience at the con? how did they find out about the manga development?
Uh, okay, so some context is necessary here. lemme just copy-paste what I told my friend in the chat real quick.
This weekend I had the pleasure of being a guest handler for the cosplay contest judges at Tora-Con this year (look them up - they're all incredible!) and after the awards ceremonies, me and one of the judges hit up the day-ending Yaoi for 300 panel, which was hosted by the cheerily gay cosplay contest emcee dressed as Alfred Fire Emblem - er, mostly. The panel began with him kicking up his feet, looking to his co-host, ripping off his wig and saying, "It's been a day. Pass me the yaoi!"
Basically, the panelists had organized BL, yaoi, and “yaoi” titles and popular ships into goofy categories (wholesome, doomed, toxic, Baby's First Yaoi, divorced, old man, rivals, toxic and doomed, Komaeda, musical, etc.) with a different pairing (fanon, canon, whatever) per slide. As each popped up, the audience laughed, cheered, booed, whatever-ed in response. “Yaoi” was used loosely and of course there were slides for stuff like Supernatural, Sherlock, the red and yellow M&Ms, Bert and Ernie, Metal Gear Solid, Homestuck, Genshin Impact... Very broad and meant to garner reactions. In many ways it was a retrospective of the Greatest Hits of popular guyxguy ships on Tumblr, so for a lot of attendees it was really more like a walk down memory lane.
So like. They had several “My Hero yaoi” items in there like DabiHawks (which got a big reaction! The people love HotWings!), TodoDeku (got a polite reaction), KiriBaku (a mild reaction and some awwwwwws.) (The guest with whom I was attending with politely claps but shakes their head at TodoDeku, so after I was polite and was like, “I just like Todoroki to be included”, I then was more honestly like, “but dude it’s BakuDeku or nothin’!” and they were like, “Thank you. Thank goodness.” I didn't realize it then, but this moment heralded what was to come.)
Finally, near the end of the panel, BakuDeku comes up (with the anime still of Izuku as Katsuki's cane, of course) and the room FUCKING ROARS.
Our hosts (who evidently don't closely follow the series) go wide-eyed and then, after a pause, wigless Alfred Fire Emblem tries to take back the energy and goes, “Oh, so you make a big reaction for THAT?!” and it turns out I am not the only manga reader in attendance because then like half the room - myself, my escorted guest, and two other folks at our table at the center-front of the room included - scream in perfect synchronicity, “THAT ONE’S REAL!!!!!!!!!"
A person at my table - clearly also an anime-only - says with the playful innocence only an individual with a kind and sugar-sweet romantic heart can possess, “No! They were right with the KiriBaku! :)” and then turns to meet me and my guest's and another girl's eyes, and I watched as theirs widened in fear as we all looked them dead-on and said, “No, you don’t understand. THIS one is real.”
And the room got REAL quiet until the hosts changed slides to, like, I dunno, Gravitation or Yugioh or something and the energy picked back up.
#ask#bakudeku#tora-con#toracon#yaoi#yaoi for 300 panel#super fun panel I highly recommend#I've been told I should play dramatical murder and I might just for the giggles#i didn't know who yaoi jesus was#I don't interact with a lot of actual BL and yaoi I'm sorry#i just like my oft-homoromantic shonen series
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Thoughts on Helluva Boss 205 ("Unhappy Campers")
Wow, this... This one may actually be worse than Murder Family. That's impressive.
Is anyone else noticing a pattern of Helluva Boss episodes going absolutely nowhere? Each one ends without affecting the larger plot in any meaningful way. Season 1's structure was fairly episodic as well, but at least back then there was some sense of progression.
I usually include separate lists of pros and cons in these critiques, but in this case, I have so few compliments to give this thing it's not worth it. I tried my best to find more to like about this episode, but it gave me bupkis to work with. So I'll just present all my notes in chronological order.
Let's get this over with.
-Looks like the rehab facility where Barb used to live is located in Sloth (on account of the floating islands and all the pink in the environment), just like the hospital in this season's previous episode. We've never seen care centers in any other ring, so... Does Hell society's opinion of sick people dictate that they're just lazy? Some clarification on that might be nice.
-"She's got a job now. A life. Don't fuck it up by findin' her." Holy shit, the nurse is the most mature, sympathetic character in this entire episode. Tasing Blitzo in the butthole earns her bonus points in my book. Nurse Pussyface, you are way too good for this show.
-Why is Blitzo even trying to visit his sister if he's been kicked out of the facility several times and knows she hates him? What's the impetus? "Look, I know you hate my guts, but Dad's dead, and he named you in the will." Or maybe he had an experience that reminded him of her and figured he'd drop by to see how she was? Y'know, something.
-By the way, Helluva's animation is usually a highlight, but here there's not much to say about it. It wasn't especially memorable or ambitious; just kinda... passable. Even the climactic fight scene (which I'll get to later) didn't have much to write home about.
-How the hell didn't the client notice the holes in his boat before he rowed it out into deep water? Because I'm pretty sure it would leak when it was still in the shallow end of the lake, unless this is a unique real-life boating phenomenon I'm not aware of. Also, you'd think this guy was a bit too gung-ho to get out on the lake for someone who can't swim. Did someone have a gun to your head, dude?
Fun fact: Did y'all know I was on staff at a summer camp once? We had a pond, canoes, and a boathouse just like the camp in this episode. One thing we had that this camp apparently doesn't, however, is this important rule: No one gets in a canoe without a life jacket. EVER. But, well... We see later that the adults at this camp don't care much about safety, so I guess that's fair enough. (Though I'm curious how they manage to stay open, or what the client's loved ones have to say about his mysterious disappearance.)
-What did the client do to get sent to Hell after he died? Mrs. Mayberry murdered someone, so that's why she's here, but this kid seems pretty chill-? (And don't even try to explain this on Twitter, writers. If it's not in the story itself, it ain't canon.) I also can't help but notice that his design reflects the way he died, but every other sinner's appearance is just random. Consistency? Who needs it!
-Some unintentional hilarity for ya: Here's Millie's face after the client recounted his death.
And she holds this pose for the remainder of the scene. Was there NO direction on how to animate Millie here?! This is a grim situation and she's smiling?! I get that she's a demon, but damn that is cold. It's never been clearer that half her role in this story is just smiling and looking cute, to the point the animators don't know what else to do with her.
-Richard Horvitz's valley girl voice was kinda funny. I dug it. Not sure why Moxxie and Millie had to dress in drag for anything other than cheap laughs, though.
-I know Millie's hurtin' for more development, but this story's conflict would have made SO much more sense from a character standpoint if Moxxie were getting all the praise from the campers. Think about it: He's the one Blitzo always shits on and doesn't believe in. He's the one whose father doesn't love him. He's the one who never gets positive attention from anyone except his wife. Suddenly the conflict is much more compelling: Now that he has approval from these humans, maybe he doesn't need it from Blitzo anymore (not sure why he needed his approval in the first place, but whatever). Maybe he'd realize what he's been missing, and how shitty Blitzo's treatment has been in comparison. Could this be the breaking point that finally gets him to muster some self-respect and quit IMP? We'll never know, because the episode has miscalculated where the most interesting dilemma actually lies.
As far as we can tell, Millie's had zero reason to doubt herself, and we never see her being mistreated like Moxxie has.
Take these lines of dialogue: "And for once I feel like... Like I'm important! Like I'm somebody to be proud of!"
Wouldn't they fit so much better if they came out of Moxxie's mouth?
-I kinda liked how the lyrics of Millie's song were humble while Moxxie's lyrics were egotistical, showing that being down to earth will win you friends while being self-centered will turn people off. But is that really the kind of message we need in an adult show? It's a useful lesson for children, but after you hit the age of this series' target demographic, most people will have the social skills to know better than to pull what Moxxie did at the campfire.
-Speaking of Moxxie being super immature, why does he weep when a bunch of preteens ignores him? They're...They're kids, Mox. They aren't your peers. Literally who cares. This behavior makes no sense outside of (once again) cheap humor. I could understand being bummed out that you're not good with kids if you wanted to have your own someday, but even that doesn't warrant actual tears. And this makes him look like a massive hypocrite later on when he asks Millie why it matters what "these yokels" feel about her. I mean... You seemed to care a lot about how they saw you, Moxxie...
-Moxxie's excuse for why it's so hard for him to get information on the case is that everyone's too busy "swooning over" Millie. Here's a thought: Why doesn't Millie get the info? She's the one everyone likes, so it should be a snap, right? Well, once again, the characters get railroaded because the writers can't entertain any other plot ideas. And of course Moxxie ends up getting blamed for everything as if he's the only one who fucked up here.
-Why the hell would a summer camp show so much favoritism toward a single camper that they set up a friggin' concert for this camper and this camper only? Yeah yeah, "viral sensation" and everything, but 1) The news crew can wait another day or so for camp to end in order to conduct an interview (y'know, something that wouldn't require a huge-ass stage and pyrotechnics that'd cost the camp boatloads of money), and 2) The camp staff thinks Millie is a child. How fucking irresponsible can you get to lavish this much attention on a kid? Think it'll go to her head or something? Psssh nah. Also, you're telling me none of the other campers are the tiniest bit jealous? How do you think they feel, seeing this one kid get treated like a god while they're left in the dust?
Okay, plot-wise, the writers decided they wanted Millie to sing a song so she's occupied during the final showdown with the killer. Easy solution: Camp talent show. That way, the adults treat all the campers equally, and Millie gets her (more believable) moment in the spotlight.
-Oh hey, we finally see Asmodean crystals in action. And of course the first one we see is a butt plug.
SuCh a MAturE shOw, GUys! (Sorry, I'm still laughing my head off at that.)
So, a bit of backstory for those who aren't familiar: We first learned of Asmodean crystals in the Season 2 premiere, when Stolas opened the grimoire to reveal Norse runes on its pages. Someone on the internet was kind enough to translate:
Now here's the deal: Blitzo tells the lust demon to open the portal with his crystal (even threatening him at gunpoint), leading me to believe only non-imps could use Asmodean crystals and that's why he needed the grimoire to get to the human world.
But guess what happens later:
Blitzo's sister Barb, another imp, uses a crystal on her bracelet to open a portal back to Hell. So what exactly was the point of stealing the grimoire from Stolas??
BLITZO. YOU. DENSE. MOTHERFUCKER.
Okay, maybe I'll be generous and acknowledge that there might be another explanation, like Blitzo getting banned from using Asmodean crystals because he's misused them in the past. (Maybe there's a spell that causes the crystals to burn him every time he tries to hold one. Something of that nature.) But at this point I don't trust these writers to fill in their plot holes. Or plot portals, as the case may be.
-The portals themselves are kinda pretty, though. I can appreciate that they look different from the portals created by the grimoire.
-Moxxie calls Blitzo "sir" in this episode despite Blitzo telling him to use his first name in Truth Seekers. Moxxie then uses it in "Ozzie's" (if I remember correctly), but now he's back to "sir" for unexplained reasons-? Coupled with how their relationship has reverted back to square one with Blitzo learning nothing (as well as no one bringing up the agents or what they can do to stop them leaking the proof that demons exist), do the writers just want us to forget that episode or what?
-Blitzo chastises Moxxie for dragging the case out for a week, but it took him a week to track down Barb. This hypocrisy is never addressed.
-At the boathouse, Blitzo tells Moxxie he's looking for his sister, then kicks down the door, revealing Barb inside. Moxxie asks, "Do you know her?" "Do I know her? That's my sister, fuckface!" That's... oddly repetitive, writers. I get that Moxxie wouldn't immediately make the connection since Barb's disguised as a human, but there's a more graceful way to handle that in the dialogue. Something like, "Is this her?" "Oh, now you're on the ball!"
-In an earlier post I expressed concern that these writers wouldn't handle Barb's addiction well, and I'm somewhat relieved they didn't go into it. But I also predicted she'd amount to a genderbent Blitzo instead of having her own personality, and... well...
Overindulges in addictive substances? Check. Runs a business that requires travel to the human world? Check. Pottymouth? Check. Uses sexuality as leverage? Check.
It would've been nice to at least get a hint about what Blitzo did to make her hate him so much (and perhaps confronting that would make him rethink how he treats Moxxie-?), but I guess we'll have to find out when she comes back in seven episodes or so. Yaaaaay.
-Barb says she picked this particular human as her supplier because teenagers are easy to manipulate, but she really had no way to accomplish that other than flashing her panties at him? Assuming Barb and Blitzo are the same age, she's in her 30s, and... it's just a tad creepy and uncalled for, even if this kid's legal. That's a pretty big age (and power) gap regardless. This is one of those times when it looks a lot more predatory when you switch the genders, but, importantly, women can be predators too. Bad optics, y'all.
-The climactic fight scenes in prior episodes were snappy and exciting, but this one's pacing felt really sluggish. I get that the song in the background had a slower tempo than we're used to in these action scenes, but would it have been so hard to double-time the animation? Also, previous fight scenes were notable for their creative choreography, but Barb wrapped her tail around Moxxie twice in a row. Having trouble coming up with new fight moves, guys? Like damn, she's an acrobat. She could do so much more.
-In another edition of "characters being idiots because plot", Moxxie and Millie make out in front of everyone who thinks they're related. They couldn't have run off to somewhere more private?? Apparently no; this needed to happen so Millie's internet fame would be dashed... or, here's another option: Show how the internet popularity cycle is so damn short that everyone's already moved on to the next sensation. You could have made that funny if you actually put in some effort. Like... The faux-incest was just so unnecessary.
-Much like Murder Family, another unfunny ending where Moxxie's dreams are crushed. Blitzo gets his hopes up only to call him a "fuckin' disgrace". But remember, guys: He'S HArd oN hiM BEcauSE hE CAreS! (Fuck it, I think I'll just edit a supercut of every time Blitzo has berated Moxxie, pre- and post-Truth Seekers.)
Oh and look, Millie's glaring at Blitzo, which is totally the same as opening her mouth to tell him off like he deserves, right?
She'll take on a whole gang of mobsters out of love for Moxxie, but standing up to Blitzo? Whoa, that's a step too far. Y'know, because he's the writers' favorite and he shouldn't have to experience any complications from his behavior. Same old story as it's been for a season and a half.
This ending would've been a million times better if it left off on a cliffhanger. Maybe this could have been Moxxie's final breaking point. After Blitzo calls him a disgrace, Moxxie could take a deep breath and...
MOXXIE: (flatly) I quit.
Then he walks out of the room. Everyone looks after him, stunned. When he closes the door, the screen cuts to black and the credits roll.
Oh shit, what's going to happen next? How will Blitzo deal with this? How will it affect Moxxie and Millie's home life? What kind of new job will Moxxie find to keep food on the table? Will he ever come back to IMP, or will Blitzo find a replacement? I know these writers aren't too interested in serialization or any sense of continuity outside of the stupid romance subplot (or hell, inside it), but good god, it would give viewers some exciting possibilities to look forward to.
This episode had so much potential and followed through on none of it. "Unhappy Campers" turned out to be a more fitting title than expected, as that's exactly what I was while watching this.
(Also this show needs a continuity coordinator like yesterday.)
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Little Miss Hamilton(I think i’m actually hilarious)
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Warnings: reader is seen as the Hamilton of the crew, reader is implied to have powers but not have eaten devil fruit, Poc reader implied (brown skin, curly hair ), It’s a platonic mostly (hint of zosan x reader not a hint it’s plain a day), Cursing, pre time skip im mind, Best friends Nami & Ussop (such an underrated duo), Mostly the Anime in mind when writing this, no use of name or y/n, grammar errors (i js know there are)
A/n: Told you guys another fic would be out today (I love Hamilton) (if you watch Hamilton what’s your favorite song(s) mines are satisfied & Non-stop), you guys i wrote this with the worst stomach pain im gonna fucking die
Dividers from ; @y-yushin & @anitalenia
—It almost felt like a reward every single piece of it. Starting with the fact you were apart of the straw hat pirate crew. Luffy claimed that you were all the best including you. most of the time dismissing him with a smile and a small “thank you!!” Then going back to your books and writings. thinking back to the fights you’ve been though you were grateful for having your powers what was more important was knowledge knowing every single piece of information that you found valuable was important to you and you would do anything to obtain it. Even if that included staying up late at night sleeping all during the day which at first no one thought was odd just assuming you were like Zoro. At night was when you did your true calling the most knowledge obtained from the Stars making charts, maps, and hypothesis’s about the moon and why does it change every single night. Mind running through thousands of ideas on how. Most of the time you would ire yourself out so much that you would fall asleep on deck but someone would always awake in the night to check most of the time it was Sanji and Zoro. Whenever Zoro found you he would grumble stings of curses out of his mouth when he saw you. He didn’t understand why you would leave yourself out in the open just to get more information about the stars but he would rather die then let you sit out in the cold. Sanji was the same way he would find you most of the time after Luffy tries to sneak into the fridge and he can’t go back to sleep. Tonight is no different from the rest your slumped on the deck your book is closed secure so the wind wont open it with little bits of pages sticking out of it your notebook stacked on top as well. Sanji & Zoro both cant sleep tonight instead of arguing with each other the just drink and get to know each other better. Surprisingly there laughing together playfully bantering each other when Sanji’s expression changes and goes outside Zoro doesn’t know what he’s doing at first but then it clicks in his head you were probably asleep on the deck again. He follows Sanji out the kitchen door seeing Sanji picking you up bridal style already you look peaceful its like your boy knows that Sanji’s got you and that your safe. While he’s climbing up the stars when he passes zoro he stops “Can you get her books I would usually would get them but your here to help me this time”. He wants to roll his eyes but he can’t and for once he just listen maybe it’s the alcohol flowing through his system or maybe he knows how important your books are to you it’s your dream. During the day most of the time nami watched over you she would distract from your books claiming how you both needed a break. Dragging Ussop(he wanted to go) as you guys al go shopping and play a little dress up. By you guys its mostly nami and ussop finding clothes to give you and you to try on while they give you there opinions (Ussop has good fashion taste cant change my mind (u prob could but pls don’t). Nami Had this beautiful Long body con dress the base of the dress was a peachy pink with coral all over it the coral being in all different shapes the colors being blue, purple and ifferent shades of pink as well. “Go try it on it’s gorgeous and goes perfect with your skin tone ” taking the fabric from her hands you go to the dresseing room sort of excited to try it on. when you finished putting you examined your self in the mirror in the dressing room it was the perfect length on the floor but not enough to drag on your feet to annoy you but it hugged everywhere and it just felt perfect you didn’t really care if you have to go into debt for nami to buy this dress it would be worth it. While opening the door holding your hair in a low pony with no ponytail holder some curly staying in the front. Nami and Ussop mouth dropped to the floor when they saw you “What is it bad” you confidence going down slowly but it accelerates when nami says “It’s perfect on you we have to buy it it was literally made for you” you smile at her thanking her for the compliment “I agree it’s an amazing dress for you”.
—When going back in the dressing room as you put your other clothes on thinking what would Zoro and Sanji think about the dress you shiver at the thought of the reaction and shake it from your mind. When you guys head back to the ship it’s not loud and that worries you automatically as you speed up your pace to the going merry. Going to the kitchen is ur first stop and it was correct. You see Luffy, Sanji and Zoro all cooped up around something but you don’t know what “HMH” clearing your throat to get their attention. The all look in shock not expecting you to be there. Luffy hides the object behind his back “We thought you guys were still shopping?” “Well we're back now” You look at all three of the they seem nervous. Luffy is sweating hard “What do you have behind your back Luffy?” “Nothing” You don’t believe him so you place the shopping back on the counter and sit at the table with them “What’s the problem guys you seem nervous did i do something wrong?” They all looked at each other silently communicating “No we just don’t want you to get mad at us” it was really confusing why would you get mad? “I won’t promise” Luffy looks at you one more time just to make sure he brings the object in front of him and on the table it’s your book your book with everything in it. Part of you wants to get mad but you don’t “where did you find this?” “It was on the table fore you left I saw it and wondered what it was about didn’t know it was yours” Zoro states with his harms crossed looking at you “It’s okay but are any of the pages missing” you say examining every page that you could get your hands on slightly worried that some valuable information could be missing “No I made sure that nothing happened to it” Sanji blows the smoke out of his mouth “What happened?” Nami ask as she enters the room “Nothing just my books” Ussop comes behind you one of your books was open and he’s peeking at it over your shoulder “woah you wrote all of this?” you honestly didn’t think that it was a lot not enough knowledge so it wasn’t a lot. Nami comes and looks as well “Wow it really is a lot is that why your always up at night writing?” You start to feel a little bit on the spot which it doesn’t really matter that its you its just the subject “Yea but I could write more i dont feel like it’s enough” Zoro thinks to himself ‘what will be enough for her’ “Why it’s it not enough you write like your running out of time”…………
Part 2 coming soon ( i couldn’t finish my stomach hurts and it feels like i have the throw up)(update i threw up and i’m sick ass hell)
#tiajk#opla x reader#opla zoro x reader#zoro x reader#opla luffy x reader#opla nami x reader#opla sanji x reader#opla ussop x reader#one piece x poc reader#one piece x reader#zorosan x reader
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Idk how this works exactly but what about a headcanon for Aemond with a female reader/lady who does divination, astrology etc ? Also, if they get married do you think Alys will still happen and if so, for what reason ? (i guess this taps more into Married!Aemond but hey, it is my first time requesting HCs...sooooorry if I did it wrong :( ) THX - fyi you are literally my favorite writer, like I get so freakin immersed in your stories and the way you write them...jesus lawwddd
See through you Headcanon
[ Aemond x clairvoyant! • fem!original character]
[warnings: mention of sex, angst, smut]
[I'm combining this headcanon with a request from one Anons for a similar female character, who befriends Helaena and surrounds herself with ravens, and I'll use it here. I loved this idea! ]
Aemond first meets her when she and her father-lord come to King's Landing for Aegon and Helaena's wedding. Aemond immediately notices, how she is dressed - black and gold, long, suede, matte robes, gold ornaments around her neck and hair. He will think, she looks like a lifted goddess of victory.
She pays no attention to him, only to his sister. Aemond notices them talking to each other. He is surprised to learn a few days later, that Helaena wants to keep her as a lady-in-waiting. Aemond decides, that the girl has his sister wrapped around her finger and he does not trust her.
That only changes, when one day Aemond sees one of her ravens perch on her shoulder. He is intrigued by the way, that she tamed the animal and that it obeys all her commands. She notices him but doesn't even greet him, humiliating him and making him think even worse of her.
More and more of the keep's servants begin to talk amongst themselves about the girl being a witch. Rumors also reach the prince's ears. Wanting to get back at her in some way and make her submit, he summons her to his chamber and orders her to predict his future.
She then smiles in a way, that makes him anxious and sits down at the table, while he stands by the window, looking over his shoulder at her, watching her every move. He sees her spreading the cards on the table and feels a surge of excitement, that she really may say something, that will affect his future decisions.
The girl finally reveals a few cards in front of her, placing them face up, looking at them in silence. After a while she speaks, and for the first time he hears the sound of her melodious, calm, warm voice:
"You will have a chance to kill the one you want revenge on, but it will not bring you the desired fulfillment. You will destroy everything you have built that day. Through one wrong decision, you orphan your child and leave your widowed wife only a year after your marriage."
Enraged by her words, he tells her to get out, calling her a liar and a pretender. She just replies to him calmly, that his future is not yet decided and he can still change it. She smiles, as she tells him not to be so cruel with his future wife, who will bring him so much joy, that he has no idea about.
He decides, that she is being cheeky in wanting to manipulate him into marriage, by only telling him, what she wanted him to believe. Several times, however, her prophecies about his mother and Aegon come true, and he, like it or not, pays more and more attention to her. She's not trying to seduce him, but the thought of what she's told him, haunts him.
One day he comes to her chamber in the evening, wanting to tell her what he thinks of her, knowing deep down, that he really wanted something completly diffirent. When he pushes her against the wall and lifts her dress, she doesn't budge. He tells her she's a con, a liar, a whore who thinks she's smarter than everyone else. She tells him, warmly and calmly, to do what he came to do. It throws him off balance. He turns her to face the wall, pulls down his pants, takes her hips in his hands, and starts fucking her like it's the last day of his life.
When he hears her sweet, soft moans, he can't help but gasp along with her. He can't understand, how she can be so wet for him, not to be afraid of him, not to run from him. He sinks into her hot, tight insided, looking at her face, pressed against the wall, her eyes closed, her mouth parted in indescribable pleasure. He then thinks, on the brink of fulfillment, that she's too beautiful and just cums inside her.
Then he tries to avoid her, but hesitates at the thought, of giving her moon tea. He fears, that he might kill the child, that she spoke of in her prophecy. From the moment he came to her, she did not bother him or talk to him. She treated him as before, which drove him mad with rage.
He began summoning her to his chamber, taking her regularly to his bed, telling himself, that he was only doing it to humiliate her, though he could see, that for her it had nothing to do with this feeling, since she came every time.
When she became pregnant with him, he decided not to make her get rid of the child, his heir, his successor. He announces to his mother, that he wants to marry her. The queen and king try to dissuade him by pointing out their deal with Lord Baratheon, but Aemond confesses to them, that his betrothed is pregnant. They then reluctantly allow their marriage, betrothing Lord Baratheon's youngest daughter to Dareon in return.
After the wedding, Aemond tries to pretend, that she is indifferent to him, that he only did it for their child, but he knows, that's not true. Although he tries to defend himself against it, he really begins to believe in her prophecies, visions and dreams. He listens to them with curiosity and horror, still remembering, what she told him, when she first came to his quarters.
When war breaks out between the Greens and Blacks, he is sent as a messenger on Dareon's behalf to remind Lord Baratheon of his oath. When he meets Luke there, at first he challenges him, wanting to humiliate him. When Luke refuses to duel, Aemond immediately gets on Vhagar and wants to chase him, scare him, show him how weak and worthless he is. Sitting in the rain, he remembers his wife's words and hesitates. He lets out a loud roar in rage and orders Vhagar to fly, turning back towards King's Landing.
I hope that you liked it! In this version he just don't have a chance to meet Alys, so, yes. Here you go, thank you for this request! It's my first headcanon here, to be gentle with me guys. 💖
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Where did you get that tattoo, luv?
Hobie relaxed on his bed playing his guitar enjoying making a song for his band. When his best friends, Karl and Riri aren't fighting nazis, and fascist assholes, they go to their underground concerts. It's the best way to fully enjoy the "punk" experience. Whatever that means? It's the best way to enjoy freedom and expression from this bullshit world.
Then his Spicer Society Smartphone ding, he took the specially made phone t to look at it. There's a message from Gwen.
Spder So-City Messages
Gwendy: Hey, you wanna hang out with me and Pav?
Hobs: Sure. What are we gonna do?
Gwendy: Hmm 🤔 Not sure! I'm thinking we can hang out in my world then maybe meet up with Miles... if he's not busy.
Hobie: Oh! I need to check up on him.
Gwendy: Alright. Ask him if he's down to hang out later!
Hobie quickly went on his contacts seeing the first person to pop up, his Sunflower.
Hobie: Hello, luv. Wyd?"
Sunflower💖: Heyy bae!
Sunflower💖: I'm spending the day with Ganke, we're going to Anime Con! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰
Hobie pouts, his jealousy is getting the best of hi again. It's not that he has an issue with Ganke, the problem is everyone thinks those two are a couple instead of HIM and Miles. It's always bother him when he sees those two together and random people make positive comments about them.
Oh, you two look so cute together.
OMG, ya'll make a perfect pair.
Awe, ya'll so fierce together!
Can I say ya'll look so gooood together!
There's no words to express how upset Hobie gets when he hears their fucking comments. It's annoying, bothersome, and- DAMN, his jealous couldn't handle it.
What's worst, when he bud in those conversation, the random person would look in shock for the moment. They seem a bit disappointed to find out Miles isn't dating Ganke! What. The. Fuck!
It seems that Miles' best friend is more liked, because he's a handsome fellow. Hobie never felt insecure about his looks before, nor did he care about how others see him, but seeing the love of his life being praised with another man just boils his blood.
For now, he wants his Miles to enjoy themselves.
Hobie: Alright, luv. Have fun 💖 Later, do you want to hang out with me, and the gang?🥹
Sunflower💖: Sure! ☺️ How does 7pm works?
Hobie: Perfect! 🥰
Sunflower💖: Love u! 😘
Hobie: 🥰 Luv u 2!
Hobie left it at that, he got up from the bed to change. When he went to Gwen's world to hang out with her and Pav, he saw them busy on their Smartphone. "Hey, Hobs! Glad you can make it! What's the word with Miles?" Gwen asked being happy to see her punker friend.
"He's free around 7pm. So, what's the plan?" Hobie asked, having one hand in his jeans.
The three were wearing their Spidey suit underneath their basic clothing. Luckily for Gwen, her spider-woman suit is mostly black around her legs, so she wears a casual shirt and jacket with her blue converse. It's an easy fit for her. Hobie always dressed in his punk outfits entwine with his spider-man suit. For Pav, he wore a colorful pink overalls having one strap unlatched for the asymmetrical look and underneath is bright yellow long sleeve shirt.
"I'm thinking we try the escape room! Then, maybe go look at this Hello Kitty store Pav been wanting to go and try this vegan burrito place. They use walnut meat and cashew sour cream!" Gwen explained the plan.
"Hello Kitty?" Hobie asked, looking at Pav.
"She's cute! And i was hoping to look at their designs of Cinnamoroll! In my world, that cute bunny has gold and white colors!" Pav explained.
"Have you ask Miles if he's down to hang out later?" Gwen asked Hobie.
"Yeah, he's busy with Ganke..." He grunts with a slight eyeroll.
The two glanced at each other knowing Hobie is jealous of Ganke for being closed with Miles. Not only that, when Miles was single, he and Ganke would always pretended to be boyfriends to avoid any strangers from asking them out.
They got so used to it they forget they're friends at times. One time, Miles kissed Ganke at a party so casually and his friend wasn't shock instead he wrapped his arm around Miles' waist like it they were a couple. Talk about being super platonic with your best friend. What was worst? Hobie was at that party watching the whole thing, granted he wasn't with Miles, but that didn't stop him from being upset about it. The poor punker got so drunk, he broke down in tear in front of Gwen and Pav. It was an emotional roller coaster!
"Oh they went to that Anime convention? I think I saw a photo of them dressing up together." Pav took out his Smartphone to look through his Spder So-City app to find the picture, "I think they were doing One Piece this time!"
"Right, I remember last year they did Boku no Hero Academia." Gwen said out loud, "Miles was this green guy called... Dino?"
"Deku." Pav corrected. "And Ganke dressed up Eraser Head."
"Who?" Gwen asked, "Sorry, I don't know much on this stuff... only Sailor Moon!"
"Really? I thought you watch anime!" Pav spoke out loud being confused. "You were saying yes to Miles when he brings up certain episodes!"
"I lied... I forget about the shows he mentions. He watches so much with Ganke, and he recommends anime shows with hundred plus episodes! I can only handle twelve episodes!"
"But Sailor Moon has a lot of episodes?"
"Okay, I watch Sailor Moon as a kid, and some episodes here and there. I didn't see the whole thing." Gwen gave a sheepish grin at Pav.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE WATCHING WHAT MILES RECOMMENDED?" The wavy haired nineteen year old shouted out while having his smartphone in his hand.
"Yyyu-uh-up!" The blond twenty year old nodded with a weak smile.
"I don't even know any of this stuff you mates are talking about. I know, One Piece, Samurai Champloo, and Demon Slayer..."
"It's because you go to his place and sees him watching those?" Pav asked having to eye on his punker friend. Hobie never seems to like watching television during his free time, so he would watch with whoever is watching.
"Yea, Sunflower always watch the telly." He answered, "At first, I didn't care about One Piece, and got a bit confused about it- but after a few episodes I get it."
"Anime." Pav corrected, "You don't want the fans to curse you out! And it is the best! In my world, the anime is a bit different, but the color schemes!" He check his phone, "Oh, Miles is Zoro and Ganke is Luffy."
He shows them the photo of Miles in a the first Zoro outfit with the bandana tied on his upper left arm, and holding three fake swords. Then Ganke dressed up as Luffy's outfit with a painted red X on his fitted chest.
"Damn, Ganke got jacked up!" Gwen's eyes widen, she didn't remember Miles' friend to be so muscular.
Hobie's eyes were fixated on how Miles and Ganke were giving a big side hug, with their smiles on their faces. It bothers him. The description on Miles' photo said 'My Captain! 🫡' Did Miles really had to write that?
"Dude, I know. I never thought his friend would be sooo.... hot?" Pav admits, then cover his mouth slowly turning an annoyed Hobie, "Sorry, Hobie. I didn't mean it like that!" Then his brown eyes went back on screen looking at Ganke's abs.
"Pav, your drooling..." Gwen giggles having to nudge her friend's sides. "Careful before Gayatri finds out your window shopping."
"No, I was just admiring his straw hat!" Pav hides his blush.
"Let's go." The punker mutters having to kicking a random can from the roof. The other two stood quiet having to bite their tongue from their jealous punker. It's not good when he get one of those moods.
So when they spend their times hanging out in Gwen's world, Hobie was mostly being gloomy, or stare off to distance. During the escape room, Hobie was busy on his smartphone looking at photos of his Sunflower with Ganke.
One photo of them taking a pose with other people, which wasn't too bad. But the next slide was a video of Miles recording himself with Ganke behind him sticking his tongue out.
"At Anime NYC!" Miles said making a peace sign while walking with Ganke.
"Oh my gawd, can we get a photo you two looks so good together!" A young woman cosplay as Kiki from Kiki Delivery Service, then another groups dressed up as Naruto characters, and Attack on Titan cosplayers and so on.
"OMG are you two a couple!"
"Yeah, you two look so perfect as ZoLu!"
"Yeah! You guys look so cute together!"
Hobie's spider-man strength crack his Smart-phone screen being too damn jealous. "Grr..." He growls lowly as he watch his boyfriend nervously laughing it off while Ganke arms around his neck. The disrespect!
"Uhhh, Hobs... you can't use your phone in here." Gwen said slowly seeing the punker not caring about the rules.
Pav being busy solving a puzzle, "Gwen! Hobie! Help me! I'm so confused with this family tree! Jessica's is the step-mother of the granddaughter Sally and twin of Martha, but-but who is she to John, the owner of the house!" He got all panicked and confused by this difficult puzzle.
"Hobie, come on! We're supposed to have fun." Gwen said with a sigh, "Are you really getting jealous over Ganke, again?" She went to help Pav with the puzzle.
Hobie scowls shoving his phone back in his pocket, "Gwendy, you don't understand! They get too close." He quickly solve the puzzle, "And Johnie boy is Jessica's uncle! Why is it everyone sees them as a couple, but if it's me? They look surprised!" A random door open having Pav to go in to solve the next puzzle.
"Well, it's because you and Miles are different from styles and personalities!" Pav pointed out, "Look at you being tall, wearing all black and spikes. Then you got sunshine Miles wearing Jordans and gym wear looking like athlete. Ganke dresses like him or a bit preppy, but they fit together."
"And they are comfortable being with each other, they dorm together four like four years." Gwen pointed out. "Make sense they are so used to each other." Gwen was able to solve the puzzle in the other room along with Pav.
Hobie growls lowly, "And what about me? I know, him the same amount of time. Yet, people look at us as if we're just friends! It's fucking annoying!" Then his phone ding when Miles Spder So-City gets a new post. He was about to check when Gwen stops him.
"Dude, can we finish this first then you can be on your phone?
Hobie sighs, leaving his phone in his pocket. "Fine." Gwen and Pav tries to make his mood as they finished up the escape room. They ended up winning with five minutes left.
After the game, they went to the Hello Kitty store Pav wanted to go, and he ended up buying a big Cinnamoroll. Hobie was on his phone looking at pictures of Miles and Ganke eating ramen and sushi, then photos of them sharing each other food from their chopsticks.
The next slide it was a quick video.
"How does that taste?" Miles asked letting Ganke take a bite of his sushi from his chopsticks.
"It's good. Wanna try my ramen?" Ganke fed his best friend with his spoon filled with ramen .
"Sure!" Miles took the spoon in his mouth and smiles, "Mmm, so good." He happily eats, "I should've order that."
"Wanna switch?"
"Sure! You liked my sushi more, huh?"
"Yeah." Ganke chuckles as they switch their foods. The people in the background awed at them being cute.
Even the waiter said, "You guys are so cute being together. I'm rooting for your relationship!" The two only look at her with an awkward smile.
Hobie bites his bottom lip being very upset. "Count to ten, Hobie. It's just them enjoying themselves to eat." Pav peaks, "That's cute they share their food." He hugs his big stuffed Cinnamoroll being overjoy with his purchased.
"Sharing food from each other spoons and chopsticks is normal with best friends?" Hobie snapped at Pav already annoyed.
"Hobies, chill. Just talk to Miles about how you don't like how touchy feeling him and Ganke are." Gwen said having to pat her wavy haired friend, "Don't take it out on us, sheesh."
"Sorry, mate." Hobie said to Pav, he shoves his phone back into his pocket, "I'm just on edge."
"Hobie, it's okay. I know how much you care about Miles." Pav smiles at him not being bothered by Hobie's attitude. The three continue their hang out until it was time to meet up with Miles.
They were inside the Vegan burger joint since Gwen wanted to try it. Hobie's eyes on the main entrance, then Miles came in wearing a different outfit. His dark eyes soften when his Sunflower smiles at him, then he noticed a bandage on his left arm.
"Hey bae!" Miles went up to his boyfriend to kiss him.
"Luv, what happen to you?" Hobie asked being concerned by his arm then noticed something, "You got another tattoo?"
"Yeah, I did! You didn't see my So-City post?" His boyfriend saw Gwen and Pav, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had to change out of my costume and take Ganke home."
"Luv, when did you get a tattoo?" Hobie asked being a bit surprised.
Miles smiles happily, "Me and Ganke got matching tattoos together. It's our friendship anniversary today, so we wanted to do something together!" Unaware of the dark jealous look from Hobie.
"What? No way, what kind did you two get?" Pav asked being in shock.
"Matching tattoos? Isn't that what couples do? Ain't that a curse?" Gwen glanced over seeing Hobie quiet.
Miles explained, "A lot of people get tattoos with their close friends. Me and Ganke been wanting to get one since he got his first tattoo! So we thought long and hard, and realized we're both One Piece nerds. So we got an X as a symbol of our friendship and loyalty for each other!" His honey-brown eyes soften being so happy, "He's my best friend."
"Awe, that's so cute." The wavy haired teenager puts his hands on his cheeks being so awestruck.
Hobie stood quiet before he decided to walk away. "Bae, where you going?" Hearing Miles' voice.
"I'm gonna take a smoke break." He mutters lowly.
"Let me come with you-" Hobie stops him, "No, Miles. I want to go alone." He walk outside of the restaurant.
Miles frowns hearing his boyfriend sounding upset. "What's wrong with him?" He asked his other two friends.
Hobie inhale his cigarette feeling the nasty bitter tar taste dragging on his tastebuds. Been awhile since he smoke, he rarely smoke cigarettes these days since he got with Miles. He sighs feeling like a fool for getting so worked over his boyfriend's tattoo. Why does he feel so challenged with Ganke?
He hear the front door opening, "I told you I want to be alone, Sunflower." He finally said, hearing his boyfriend's footsteps.
"Gwen and Pav told me you were upset about me spending the day with Ganke." Miles went up to him, his arms wrapping around Hobie's left arm trying to comfort him. "Baby, do you hate it when I'm with him?"
"I dunno." He mutters.
"But you got so upset when I mentioned I got a tattoo with him! Hobie, me and Ganke are just friends!"
"Friends who hug each other all the time? Friends, who share chopsticks and food? Friends who get matching tattoos?" Hobie snapped then stops himself when he saw his boyfriend's eyes widen at him. "Sorry, luv... I am. That's why I wanted to be alone."
"Hobie, me and Ganke are friends! A lot of people are close with their friends. We just vibe that way."
"Sunflower, I know you and him are friends, but I get jealous over it. I think it's because he's better for you." Hobie sighs being upset, "I'm just a bloke with-" Miles grab his face to kiss him, Hobie's dark eyes widen from shock as he felt his Sunflower's kiss him so passionately.
When Miles pull away his tongue slip out of Hobie's mouth, then he gave a hard bite on his partner's bottom lip. The punker winced from the sudden bite his partner made, he blinks when his boyfriend glared at him. "I hate when you talk so badly about yourself. I love you, Hobie. Me and Ganke are just friends nothing more, man. Tsk, you're acting stupid, but you're my jealous stupid man!" He kisses Hobie again to comfort those bottom bite lip.
His boyfriend pulls the nineteen year old into a deeper kiss. "Luv," Hobie pulls away, "I still wish you asked me about having a tattoo. I'm jealous you two have matching tattoos."
"Huh! But I got two tattoos about you, baby!" Miles puff his cheeks.
Hobie kisses his boyfriend this time with more hunger, more need that made Miles' face heated. The punker's larger hands cupping his little Sunflower as they tongue kissed. He mutter lowly, "I don't like sharing you, luv."
"Hmm," Miles pinches his boyfriend's cheek making him winced again, "You ruined the kiss by being too possessive, mi amor. You still have a lot to learn about controlling your jealousy! It's cute when you kiss me like this but you putting yourself down is pissing me off."
"Luv, you love it when I'm like this." Hobie chuckles.
"Hmph, you got mad over a tattoo. I'm not removing it and Ganke is my best friend. You're gonna have to learn!" Miles huffed, "Over a simple tatt-" Hobie kisses him again, "I like it when your like this."
"Dummy!" Miles frowns, playfully hitting his boyfriend's shoulder, "You always gotta be the jealous type." Hobie picks him up with a smile on his face making him blush, "See I like this, but not when you're trying to get delusional about me and Ganke. It's weird, man. It's like me getting jealous over you and Karl. You don't see me going on my phone checking where you're at all the time?" He puff his cheeks again being annoyed.
"You're cute when you're mad at me, Sunflower." He leans over to nose rub his boyfriend's nose, then picks him up letting Miles' legs wrap around his waist. "I would it if we get matching tattoos."
"No," Miles huffs, "Those are curses. I rather let you give me a tongue piercing."
"That can be arrange. I always wanted you to get one." Hobie purrs in his boyfriend's ear, "You'll look sexy with it."
"Bad! I'm already sexy, bae." Miles pinches his cheeks again, "Always ruining the moment!" He playfully smirk on his face. "You play too much."
"I want your attention. You left me all alone today, luv."
"So?"
"I need you, my darling!"
"You're so clingy! Now put me down."
"No!" Hobie carries his boyfriend back inside the restaurant, "This is payback for leaving me."
"Hobie!"
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Hello hellooo ,,can i request kohaku x male reader again?? they are lovers of course haha sorry i couldn't resist 😢😢
Double face needs a person who can seduce a bad guy for their mission..so madara cames to u and beg reader to do this for their mission because reader has a pretty face and the only one who they can trust..also kohaku didn't know madara did this cuz he would be mad to madara for put his lover in danger,,so when he saw reader in a dress (or anything u want) he's in shock and frustrated at the same time(hes blushing aww) at first he would be mad at madara and then he shrugs it off cuz it was too late now, so reader does his part of the mission and seduces the bad man kohaku feels jealousy in his blood but something worse happened and the man slapped readers ass..now he is more angry that his veins are visible 😭😭 after when they killed the man kohaku comes to reader and before reader says anything kohaku takes reader between a wall and him he just stared till he ripped the readers clothes and put love marks all over his neck,body a while later kohaku find himself fucks reader roughly like animal in a heat. He says shit like "You're mine" "Only mine" and cums inside reader 3rd time..and when he sees his cums overflowing(?) he gets bigger inside reader again
Elements are maybe bite marks ,dirty talk and overstumilation i can't write it help,,
If ur uncomfy with reader in a dress u can just put clothes u want..ahh take care of yourself and have a good day, don't forgot to sleep author!!💕💕
— SYNOPSIS ; You suffer the consequences of Madara pulling you into this mission, and the wrath of your lovers jealousy.
CW ; NSFW, Dub-con, implied gore, dead body, you guys literally fuck with a dead body in the room, manhandling, bruises, gun, rough sex, jealousy, dirty talk, possessiveness, overstimulation, sexual harassment (not between you and Kohaku)
WORD COUNT ; 664
PAIRING ; Kohaku Oukawa x Male!Reader
A/N ; Originally for the death bit I was going to include a small description of the wound. But, I backed out because I realized that was just too much LOLOL
FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.
“Please, do this for us! I promise this will be the last time I ask for something like this!” Both you and Madara knew what a load of bull that was, but you were feeling bad that he was basically on his knees begging at this point.
You roughly sighed, emphasizing how much you didn’t want to do this.
“Fine, I’ll do it. But you know that Oukawa won’t approve of this, right?” You placed a hand on your hip, giving Madara a look. Had he even thought of that before going to you to ask of this?
Your role was basically to flaunt your stuff and distract the target so Kohaku could have a chance and kill him. There were so many things wrong with bringing you into this plan in the first place, and yet, here he was. On his knees, begging you to help the two out.
Madara shook his head, getting off the ground as he dusted himself off with a proud smile. “He doesn’t know! We’ll just have you come in before he could pull you out. This will work! You have time to prepare before we have to go. I’ll get the dress delivered to you by tomorrow.”
You sighed. You’re going to regret this, aren’t you?
Tonight was the night, and you had already made your move. You were told beforehand what sort of things your target had done, how he acts, and how he looks, but no amount of preparation would prepare you for nearly gagging at the way he treated you. But you couldn’t break your role. You need to make sure this goes right.
You were between the man's legs, hand firmly gripping his tie as you bat your eyelashes at him with a tempting smile. What you weren’t preparing for, though, was for his hand to slap your ass, ripping a surprised yelp from you.
Between his amused chuckles, you swore you heard what sounded like the trigger to a gun, and you immediately backed away from the man. Not a second later, a bang had rang out, and a bullet blew through his head. Your attention wasn’t on him though, your eyes locked on Kohaku. His chest was visibly heaving, blood covering his face with anger as the smoke from his gun wafted around the room.
“Kohaku!”
“We have to talk.” He dropped the gun by his side as he pushed you right up against the hotel wall.
And no amount of preparation could prepare you for how your lover would react to you being here.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wailed as Kohaku had practically split you open with his erect cock, determined to get you to wobble and sob as you were forced to a third orgasm. He’d been treating you as if you were nothing but a little doll for him to release his anger on, cruel hands pressing your stomach against the brick wall as he pulled your arms behind your back.
You were still feeling the effect of him entering you raw at first, the rim of your asshole throbbing around his cock, struggling to accommodate itself around his length. You couldn’t blame him for the way he’d acted. Even you had cringed from the way his target acted with you, a small seed of guilt planting itself in you from the fact that you’d even been happy that he was dead now.
So, you let him do as he pleased with you, let him cover your body with bruises and marks he’d caused from slapping your ass.
“Your body belongs to me. I won’t ever let disgusting filth lay their hands on you ever again,” Kohaku hissed, slapping his hips with yours for the millionth time as the sweat on your bodies merged with each other.
“You’re mine, you’re fucking mine! Got that? These–” His thumb pressed on one of your many bruises, eliciting another cry from you. “These are your reminders that I did this.”
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inspiration punched me in the gut from these post by @aliasrocket and the song HATEFUCK by Pussy Riot/Slayyyter
uh big DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT energy for this one, with dub-con/CNC, blood, violence, mean words, and no happy ending
19/06/2023: switched up some wording and added a bit more to make this a bit more palatable and consensual non-consent.
Title: Make Me Squirt Kerosene
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Rocket Raccoon x Reader
Summary: Worst kept secret on the Benatar was that you hated Rocket. Not to worry though, the feelings were mutual.
Worst kept secret on the Benatar was that you hated Rocket.
When he walked into the room your reaction was visceral if you weren’t outright ignoring his entire existence. Face puckering like you had just bitten into a lemon. Picking apart every point of his being you found grotesque, unnatural, ugly. From the metal cybernetics drilled into gnarled flesh that poked out from the collar of his jumpsuit to the shedding fur that covered him.
And that was only on the surface level.
Once you cracked the tip of the iceberg you found the inside parts of him disgusting as well. His voice, that annoying accent, was like nails in a blender and he never shut the fuck up. Acting like he was the smartest person in the entire galaxy with condescending comments and insults. As if the bionic implants in his brain weren’t the only reason he wasn’t just another trash eating animal on the streets.
Not to worry though, the feelings were mutual.
Only thing keeping Rocket from tossing your mooching ass out the airlock was Quill’s unwavering devotion he had towards you. Some bullshit ‘oh we trauma bonded with the Ravagers, we’re family’ reason. But Rocket could see the way Quill looked at you, when Gamora wasn’t around, eyefucking you every chance he got. So could you. Anger boiled under his skin every time you batted your eyelashes at Quill, asking him to ‘pretty please can we land on this planet’ or ‘I wish I had enough units to buy that’. Like the idiot he was Quill would think with his dick and bend to your every demand in hopes you showed him any sort of affection.
Which you did not. You used Quill, you used them all, for anything and everything, and no one else saw it. To the rest of them you were just so sweet, so kind and just oh so sensitive to all this fighting they did, you’re much to weak for that. Weaponized incompetence kept you lounging in the sitting room instead of doing the grunt work. But your huge tits and coquettish replies didn’t fool Rocket. No, he saw straight through your disguise. Saw you as the narcissistic user that you were. It made him sick.
Coincidentally that’s were he found you when he returned from the last mission. Rocket was tired, without the adrenaline rush from the fight to keep him going, the metal in his bones begging him to just collapse and relax. But he couldn’t. Not with you sprawled across the couch in the little sitting room.
It made anger flared inside Rocket’s chest, watching you play on one of Groot’s gamepads dressed in nothing but a nearly see through camisole nightie. Why the fuck did you get to lounge around, using up the teams hard earned units as if you deserved them for merely existing. His fingers curled into a fist as he stomped over to you.
Close now, close enough to smell the sickly sweet scent of whatever ridiculously hard to get Terran perfume you just had to have. It clung to your skin, permeating every room you entered with the saccharine aroma that made him gag. He stopped inches from your side, arms crossed, glaring down his snout at you, and cleared his throat. Obviously you knew he was there.
And yet you ignored him.
The blatant audacity you had in pretending he didn’t exist would be impressive if it didn’t go up his ass sideways. Not even a side-eye in his direction. The fur on his body began to stand on end, involuntary nerves constricting the hair follicles to make himself look intimidating as he readied himself for an attack.
“Finally decided to get out of bed today?” Acid burned his mouth as he spoke. Hoped it would be caustic enough to get you to move but all it earned him was an unimpressed pop of your tongue.
Without breaking your concentration on the game between your hands you hummed. “I don’t know, Rocket. Did you finally decide to not be a liability to everyone around you?”
There was barely any basis for the insult. Yes Rocket was hotheaded and went in with guns ablaze, but he had never made a decision that put the rest of the crew in harm’s way. Something he was very proud of, something he was always very conscious of. You knew that. You also knew that saying it would do damage to his delicate self worth.
At the bristling of Rocket’s fur you knew you landed a critical hit. Wonderful. He let out a strangled noise, something between a growl and a bark.
“Hmm, I’ll take that as a no,” you concluded flippantly hoping he would get the hint and fuck off. Distracted just enough you missed an enemy in the game and your character took a hit, depleting your last life. Shit, it had taken you almost two hours to get that far. Stupid fucking game with no stupid fucking save files. With a groan of annoyance you closed your eyes, head falling to the arm of the couch. “Can you fuck off and bother someone else?”
“What I want to do is fuck off,” Rocket was surprised he hadn’t started to foam at the mouth. At this point most of his blood had been replaced by rage. Rage that blinded his reasoning and made him grab your delicate ankles and heave them out of the way, “and sit on the fuckin’ couch I fuckin’ bought.”
To prove his point Rocket defiantly sat down on the now empty cushion. You gawked at the impermanence of his actions. Did he just touch you? How dare he touch you?! You pulled your legs up on the cushion separating you from him, unwilling to give up anymore space.
“Get off the couch,” you demanded.
Like you had just done Rocket disregarded your entire existence. Instead of leaving he settled back further into the couch as he propped his heavy boots onto the table. Crumbs of battle chipped off, leaving a scattered pile of filth on the table’s once clean surface.
Disgusting asshole. From the depth of your soul vitriol began to leak out. It seeped into every inch of your skin, into your nerves, into your brain.
“Get off the couch.”
Ignored you again as he faux-yawned, stretching his arms above his head. Much less of a poker face than you had you could see the smirk curling the sides of his mouth. Enjoying how much he was pissing you off. Which worked.
The last thread of patience you had snapped as you planted the soles of your feet against his body and kicked. “GET OFF OF THE FUCKING COUCH!”
But you weren’t strong. Not like him.
Before your knees even had a chance to straighten out Rocket had a grabbed you. His nails sliced into the thin skin on your ankles as he yanked them apart so they had no chance of kicking him. To keep it that way he positioned his body between the apex of your thighs, grounded you in place with the very apparent hard bulge of his clothed cock.
Taken off guard you gasped, high pitched and in pain, as he forced your legs open at an awkward angle. You struggled to make him let go, trying to jerk your ankles free. But he was stronger, so much stronger, and his iron clad hold only tightened.
“What are you doing?!” You glared at him, chest heaving at the fear that spiked in your stomach at the sudden realization of how weak you were. “Let me go.”
Adrenaline rushed back into his system. He saw it, he saw the fear flash across your widened eyes as you struggled with all your might. Saw you realize he could do whatever he wanted and you’d be powerless to stop him. It made him feel good. Finally realized who the fuck you were messing with.
“Naw. Don’t think I will.” Rocket sneered down at you. In your struggles the hem of you camisole had ridden up. Under the silken material a pair of equally silken panties barely covered you up. He took to opportunity to rut his hardon against the soft material with glee. “This is my fuckin’ home too. Who the fuck do you think you are, actin' like you own the entire ship? Think you can walk around dressed like a fuckin’ slut and everyone will fall to their knees? Talk about being a liability, all you do is suck the units out of us.”
The words pierced your carefully crafted wall of confidence. Cracks in the foundation bled a thick ichor of hatred that coated your tongue. “Fuck you, Rocket.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the least you could do, isn’t it?” Rocket eyed the way your tits moved with you labored breathing. Without a bra the camisole left nothing to the imagination. The hardened little peaks of your nipples under the fabric were on full display. His smirked turned into a leer at the realization. He chuckled, “That’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said. If you’re not gonna actually work with the team the least you could do was work your pussy on my cock.”
“Excuse me?” The suggestion caught you so off guard you froze.
But he wasn’t bluffing. Not with the way he eyed you. Like he was a hungry predator and you, the unaware prey that had fallen into his trap. And he was. He was a predator, he was an animal, and he was going to take what he wanted from you.
You tried to keep the terror at bay. Unsure if he could smell your fear and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Truth be told the threat sent a shock of exhilaration straight to your cunt. Oh, that was new. But you wouldn’t go down without a fight. With as much hatred he sent your way you spat an accusation at him, “What’re you going to do, Rocket? Force me to fuck you?”
“Oh I don’t think I'll be forcing anything,” he called your own bluff. One moment he was tearing at the skin of you ankle and the next he had two knuckles shoved against the soaking wet center of your panties. Your own arousal was so apparent, even before he was knuckling your clit. Could smell it on you, beneath that nasty perfume, the undeniable stench of how wet you got every time you argued with him. Even a hardened criminal had a line he wasn't going to cross. Keeping his eyes locked on your, feeding your flames with his own accelerant, he had to clarify. "If that's how you really feel, I'll stop. I'll walk out of this room and leave this ship and we'll never see each other again."
Your mouth went dry. What was this? Was this always the end goal of the barbaric relationship, of all the jabs, of all the hurt. Trying to deny the fact you wanted to get railed by the furry little asshole this whole time. You twisted the wrist he had a grip on until your fingers wrapped around his own, gave him your best 'fuck me' eyes, and wordlessly shook your head in consent for the sadism to continue.
“I’ll scream,” you promised with a smile you couldn't stop.
But it did nothing to stop him. In fact, by the glimmering row of teeth peaking out from under his smirk, it egged him on. With a dark chuckle those clawed fingers hooked around the material of your panties. “Good.”
One flick of the wrist and they shredded like wet tissue paper.
It happened so fast. With as much strength you could muster up you clawed at his arm, thrashed in vain to free yourself.
Rocket just laughed. A callous laugh as he easily secured both of your wrist in one hand. The other hand dropped your bleeding ankle, which you planned to use to kick at him again. Before you had to the chance to even know what was going on he grabbed the front of your camisole, pulled your torso up off the couch, and slammed you back down.
Once.
Twice.
By the third time your head whacked against the armrest of the couch your were seeing stars of white hot pain. Only to be overshadowed by a sharp stinging that ran down your sternum. Tears blurred your vision as your thinking came to a frightening conclusion of events. You opened your eyelids to see the newly tattered remains of your camisole paired with four open cuts running down your chest pin pricked with blood. Fucking asshole.
Rocket, that sick fuck, was enjoying the pain he was inflicting. Without you noticing he had taken his cock out and was stroking it, smearing the blood that clung to his claws with his precum down the tip to the furry base.
To hide the pang of undeniable arousal you gagged at him. “Ew, ew, so gross! You put that little thing in my mouth and I’ll bite.”
“Fine with me, bitch, I have a better place to put it.”
No foreplay. No warning. He just impaled you on his cock.
A guttural, animalistic yowl from deep inside your soul tore out of your mouth. As you had always thought his cock was small, much smaller than what you usually deemed as worthy of a fuck. Wasn’t girthy either. But it was unnaturally hard, feeling more like a cheap plastic vibrator you’d bought as a teen and fucked yourself with before you found better quality.
“Ah-ah, you fucking loser. Your prick is so tiny I can barely feel it,” you lied. What he lacked in length and width and any resemblance to a human cock, he made up for by making direct contact with your g-stop. The spongey wall inside of you thrummed with agonizing pleasure with every abrupt thrust. And you’d be damned to let him know that. With a forced laugh you continued to taunt him, “I fuck myself better with my pinky finger.”
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?!” Fueled on by months of resentment Rocket rutted into you. He drank in the range of emotions flitting across your face. The fear. The anger. The pain. And that last one, the one you were trying to keep from him. Yeah, you didn’t deserve any pleasure.
His open palm connected with your cheek. Pain exploded in the sensitive flesh and you let out a yelp. No down time for you to recover as he landed another hit that had you cry out.
Ah, there it was. The heated hostility was back in your eyes. That’s what he wanted to see as he fucked you.
You seethed, skin of your face burning hot in pain. “I hate you.”
“Such a bad liar. Ya just hate that this ‘fuckin’ loser’ is making your cunt drip.” Rocket took major enjoyment as you glared at him while trying not to sob. His eyes dropped down to where his hips hammered into yours. Fuck, you were tight. Took actual effort to pull his cock out, pussy lips gripped tight around him and didn’t want to let go. Left a glistening coat of your pussy juice over his entire length. “How pathetic are you, huh? Can only get wet if someone is beatin' the shit out of you. What, did daddy not love you enough? Only show you attention when he hit you?”
The words hurt more than the skin he shredded on your chest. Finally the tears escaped from your eyes as you sobbed, “You sick piece of shit, I hate you, I hate you!”
He let the tip of his cock pop out. This was your chance. You writhed, attempting to close your knees even with him still between them. No protection was to be had, Rocket made sure of that. Wrist still caught in one his paws his other grabbed his cock. He swirled the swollen head through your abused lips. Pussy spread before him soiled by the mingled liquid of your arousal and his precum. He reveled in the aggravated groans you let out renewing your struggle of getting your arms free.
“If ya ask nicely maybe I’ll let you cum,” Rocket taunted.
A glob of spit hit him in the cheek in response.
He studied your face. The proud look of rebellion seemed out of place with your wet eyes and saliva dripping down your chin.
“Yeah,” he clicked his tongue, wiping his face with the back of his paw, “that’s what I figured.”
Once again the disparity between your strengths was on full display.
In only fluid motion he released your wrist, sunk his claws into the soft fat of your sides, and flipped you over. Your head felt dizzy at the sudden horizontal change. Quickly you reached out to grab the armrest of the couch for purchase to pull yourself away. Not quick enough. Sharp stabs of pain erupted all over your hips, your waist, as your body was manhandled into position. Back arched, ass pointed high to the sky. Pressure on your head pushed your face deep into the crevice of the couch cushions.
You rolled your head just enough to the side to see what was holding you down. Deeply offended you squealed out, “Get your nasty fucking foot off of me!”
“Get ya nasty foot off of me,” Rocket mocked your words, voice pitched high and grating. One foot planted on your head, the other steadying him in the sinking cushions, he adjusted his stance until he felt anchored.
When the flat of his palm made harsh contact with your asscheek you had to choke back a moan. “God, oh my god I hate you!”
By now the sharp pain of his claws cutting through your skin was familiar. He attacked your back, claws dragging down the length of your spine. Twenty, maybe thirty surface level cuts that trickled little trails of blood. Unable to see but you knew he was pumping his cock with his other hand as his curled fist hit your exposed hole with every stroke.
“What is wrong with you, you sadistic fu-AHK!” Your insult finished in a blood curdling scream.
Rocket smiled around the mouthful of flesh between his teeth. Sharp canines easily broke through the soft skin of your asscheeks. Jaw strength kept him locked on as you violently tried to jerk him off. Hot metallic blood oozed into his mouth. Bitter and salty, burning his taste buds like stinging nettles. Only when you gave up, body stilling except for the sobs that shook your body, he let go.
As if stating the obvious he cruelly explained, “Guardians of the galaxy have battle scars. Thought it was time for you to get ya first one.”
“You’re a sick fuck,” you choked out, throat hoarse from screaming. Spit mixed with tears to form a puddle on the cushion your face was pressed into.
“Yeah, well, your pussy is soaked.” His point was proven when he pinched your swollen pussylips together and thick sticky arousal pooled out. “Who’s the sick fuck now?”
One foot still stepping on your head, the other sinking into the cushion of the couch. A bastardization of piledriver position, he had your ass high in the air as his body face away, his cock straining against the upper wall of your pussy as it forced it in.
The uncomfortable pain was intentional. The excruciating rapture as he still hit your g-spot with each thrust was just a side effect.
He pulled his cock out, bullied it back in. Again, and again, and again until you were a shaking on the brink of an orgasm you didn’t want to have. As if Rocket was going to let you have one anyway. Just when you felt the hot coil in your loins ready to snap he pulled out entirely.
“Ok enough of that,” Rocket ignored your wails as he stepped off of you. This time your attempt to get away was weak at best. Easily he wrapped an arm around your stomach and flipped you to straddle him. With barely any effort he twisted your arms behind your back, making your back arch and hips hover low over his cock. “Alright then, get to work.”
“You want me to work?” There was a ringing inside your ears from the earlier slaps. Your brain felt dizzy from the pain, from the blood loss, from the broken orgasm. All it took was one look at his smug face and kerosene reignited the flame inside you. You steeled your swollen wet eyes into a glare, lips curled back in a sneer. “Do you honestly think you’re worthy enough for me to fuck you?”
Using only your hips you caught the tip of his dick between your pussylips. Swirled it against your hole letting the head just barely breach inside before pulling yourself off. For all the abuse he just put you through then demand that you fuck him? Yeah, no, if he wanted that he was going to have to beg for it himself.
“Stop messin’ around,” Rocket hissed out between clenched teeth. His eyes were locked on the space between your legs watching as you toyed with him. Not that he’d admit it but your pussy felt good, tight velvet walls the was taking his cock so well. It had been awhile since he fucked, and even then it had only been pleasure bots.
“So pathetic.” A roll of your hips and you let the hard head of his cock slip into you fully. Then… nothing. You stared down at Rocket, “How long have to been thinking about this? Jerking off to the thought of me riding your cock? Heh, keep dreaming. I will never want to fuck a disgusting freak of nature like you.”
The growl Rocket let out was primal, full of fury, as he savagely fucked his hatred into you. Your shoulders burned as he twisted your arms further back to keep you in place. Every thrust bounced your ass off his thighs before he forced you back down. With every drop he managed to drag your clit against the soiled pelvic fur in sync with his cock striking your g-spot.
A very much unintended build up to your own orgasm from the punishing pace he kept up. You bit the back cushion of the couch to stifle your moans. No way, no fucking way you were going to let the little cretin know you felt any sense of satisfaction from him.
A bomb of intensity exploded from your clit, sending shrapnel of you orgasm ricocheting off of every nerve. Try as you might to keep your moans sounding more like suffering whines it was your pussy that betrayed you. Your body tensed as Rocket, unrelenting, pounded you through your climax.
“Stop!” Fresh tears welled up in your eyes from the shame, from the pain, from the pleasure. “Stop it or I- I’ll tell Peter!”
“Fuckin' do it, bitch. Tell him how wet your pussy got when I fucked you. Tell him how you creamed all over my cock,” Rocket threatened. His hold on your wrist tightened and you were sure he was going to snap the bones. He smiled, wild and cruel, as he kept up his punishing pace, “See how much money he fuckin' throws at you then, you stupid whore.”
That was a checkmate. Quill, sweet Quill who thought himself as a ladies man, was your cash cow. Fine. Fine. If this was how Rocket wanted to play you’d stop using your crutch.
“Fuck, you would get off on this shit. They really scrambled your brain up when they cut into you?” The reaction was instant. Under you Rocket’s body froze. Good. “This the only way you can get your dick wet? By forcing yourself on someone. Ha! Yeah, like anyone in their right mind would want to fuck a failed experiment like you.”
Sloppy, chaotic slaps of wet fur on skin. You rolled your eyes. Just like a normal man to be utterly predictable. You took glee in mocking him, “Oh what, are you going to cum? Huh? You think you’re gonna cum?”
“Shut up,” Rocket mumbled trying to keep his concentration on snapping his hips up into yours. But he was. Totally was seconds away from blowing his load.
When he made no effort to pull out you gagged in disgust.“Don’t you even think of cumming in me, you fucking creep.”
“Shut up.” This time it came out as a pained growl. Seems like your voice was going to ruin his orgasm if you kept on talking. So you did.
“Ew, fucking ew. Don’t you dare get any of your nasty cum in my pussy. Gross little pervert,” you wheezed out a laugh when his pace slipped completely. Knowing that you held this control over the situation even as he physically overpowered you was exhilarating. You let out an ‘aw’ of fake sympathy, “Or maybe you can’t cum at all, hmm? What, did they neuter you too?”
The only thing more fucked up than that comment was the fact it made Rocket reach his peak.
Faster than you expected he lifted you off his cock and unceremoniously dropped you to the ground. His paw grabbed the hair at the crown of your head and twisted them. Your mouth opened in a pained scream. Without bothering to aim Rocket stroked himself until the coils in his stomach snapped.
Thick creamy ropes of his cum splatter haphazardly across your face. Viscous goo mixed with your snot and spit, unable to tell the difference just by the feel alone. It was warm, warmer than what you were used to, and smelt heavy of ammonia. One spurt hit your closed eye while another landed on your hairline.
It was humiliating and disgusting and you took every spurt of his seed until his cock went limp in his hand.
Finally finished Rocket opened his eyes to admire his work. And what a piece of work you were. Exposed chest heaving heavy with bits of your shredded nightie giving no illusion of dignity. Under the shiny coating of his cum your lips were swollen, the whites of your eyes reddened from tears. And yet even looking like the freshly fucked whore that you were there was still a fire of rebellion burning in your eyes as you stared right back at him.
He made sure to give you a hard shake to your head, made sure you hissed in pain and knew he was still in control, before he flung you carelessly into the couch. You hit with a soft thud, groaning in frustration as you tried to wipe your face clean with pieces of your torn clothes.
“Asshole. I really liked that outfit,” your throat felt raw and used, even if he didn’t fuck it.
Rocket rolled his eyes, tucking himself back into his jumpsuit as if he didn’t just savagely fuck you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his datapad, pussyjuice coated fingers tapping across it with exaggerated movements. A familiar chime rang out when he was finished. “Shut up, bitch. Go buy yourself a new one.”
And with that he walked passed your still prone body laying naked on the sitting room floor. Smug motherfucker had his hands shoved back into his pockets and was whistling as he took his exit.
Curiosity getting the best of you, you reached over to grab your own datapad from where you had left it on the table. Your eye widened in a fucked up sense of pride at the numbers on the screen. “Damn right this pussy is worth five thousand units.”
#rocket raccoon x reader#rocket raccoon#fanfic#dead dove do not eat#um no really DDDNE this is a doozy#aliasrocket#You did this you beautiful wonderful person#fleuretfics
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The lengths I would go to - Hanma Shuji X F!Reader
[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga][She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]
[Spoilers from Deranged Love]
Words : 8 084
Summary : You needed to prove you were something, to shows Bonten and Hanma you had value. You did the only thing you thought you do just that : kidnap Ran Haitani.
Warnings : Rape Joke / Voyeurism / Non-Con Voyeurism / Incest Jokes / Hair Pulling / Mention of rape (no rape) / Unprotected sex / Creampie
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Right as I sent him a text, I felt some regret.
But only for a second. For just a second. After all, why would I regret what I was about to do? I needed to show him what was going on. Since he was stupid enough to disrespect us a few days ago at his brother’s party in front of so many people, I needed that respect back—one way or another. Bonten did things the hard way, the smart way, the right way .
Sighing contently, I placed my phone on the coffee table in Hanma’s apartment and walked to his— our bedroom. If it all went according to plan, it wouldn’t be too hard to get him to do whatever I needed him to do.
Have you seen the chemistry he had with that woman? They were probably talking about you. He’s not stupid enough to come to you. No one is.
“Of course he still likes me, he threw me a gaze and I felt it. Just one last hope, it’s enough, right? To get him to play my little game.” I told her. If she was going to stick around, why not talk and have fun? I’ve always wanted friends… good ones. Shiho would be gone soon, I knew it. Hanma said so. And Rai? Rai was never leaving. I huffed a dry laugh to myself and took off all my clothes.
Looking at my figure in the mirror, I gently trailed a finger on the tattoo on my sternum and smiled, “He doesn’t respect me, I’ll show him what I can do.” Staring at myself for a second, my eyes widened shortly, “ Everyone will . I’m not weak anymore.”
Without much care, I opened the wardrobe and reached for one of my best dresses. After all, Ran was an easy man, if a whore was enough to please him—if my person dressed in work clothes was enough to make him want me, then he was a simple man. They all were, all but Hanma.
I caught a glimpse of myself smiling in the mirror and felt my face flush like a stupid little girl before turning around and getting dressed. It was pretty exciting to be doing this alone, of my own incentive. Not only would it show Bonten that I was worth it—after all, I would be putting my hands on one of their executives so easily, something many wanted—but it would also honor Hanma. I couldn’t handle being the reason they hated him even more.
Speak of the devil , I thought upon hearing my phone ring in the other room. Grabbing a pair of heels on my way out, I ran to the living room and picked up the phone a bit out of breath, “Hi.”
“Did I interrupt your fun, doll?” God, his voice. It was so easy to get me to relax the moment I heard his voice, I felt myself smile just from it. “Here I thought I’d fuck you numb once I’m home, guess you won’t be needing it.”
Interrupting him in excitement, I let myself fall on the couch and huffed a laugh, “Oh, we’re gonna fuck alright, I was doing some…” I looked around, finding the room almost spotless from this morning, “Preparations, for your surprise.”
Hanma hummed in curiosity. I heard his shirt brush against the speaker of the phone then the slamming of his door, his voice dropping a few octaves as he smiled, “ Not the biggest fan of surprises. Don’t play coy and come clean already .” Although his tone seemed light enough, I felt his annoyance and my heart beat faster in stress. Should I tell him or still keep it a surprise? I did not have much time to think, so I did the easiest thing, “Come home and you’ll see. Bye, bye.” Then I hung up.
My phone was thrown on the couch like it was scalding hot, I’d rather not see his pissed-off texts or I knew I’d change my mind. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed it again only to put some music on the speakers, something to get in the mood…
Scrolling through everything, I found the perfect playlist and put my phone back on the table before walking up to the alcohol cabinet. Seeing the glasses and bottles reminded me of what I had copped from Shiho yesterday.
“Shi, don’t ask questions but… do you know where I can get any drug to make someone pass out?” I had asked her. She was surprised at the time, speechless for a few seconds as she looked at me with worried eyes before rummaging through her bag. A few seconds passed, and she pulled out a little pouch. It looked like something to stash pads or tampons in, but inside was a more metallic sound of medicine clinking alongside a box. A few more moments passed, and I felt my entire body cold from stress. I had never really done that of my own free will, it was not that bad, right? I wasn’t going to do anything to him, he’d just have to be asleep if I wanted to overpower him… yeah.
Her hand was placed on the table delicately as she slid it toward me.
“One roofie tablet for the lady.” She said with a laugh.
I immediately pushed her hand away, grabbing it and shoving it in my bag, “Thank you.”
“I don’t wanna ask questions, but I’m curious. So I’ll still ask, feel free to not answer but–” She paused, her brows furrowing, “Are they really putting you to the drugging task for their stupid missions and stuff? I mean, I’d rather know you’re safe than be out there shooting people, don’t get me wrong.”
My nervous giggle of relief interrupted her, making her confused. I could roll with that, I thought, “Yeah, I—yeah, I guess I did good during that Casino thing so… thank you for not thinking it was for me, I don’t need that to sleep or anything.”
“Listen, listen, you may have–” she mimicked slicing her throat, her tongue out and eyes closed, “someone, but he had pressured you… yes.” She nodded, convincing herself. I did not reply, knowing full well what I was about to do out of my own volition with this drug. She smiled and continued her kind rant that defended me, something I just knew she would do until the end. Something I knew was wrong to let her believe, but found solace in.
As she spoke, I was already imagining how I would drug him.
Opening my bag on the cabinet, I grabbed the tablet and put it in the glass. I made sure to pour something only he would drink. I didn’t know the man as much as I needed to make sure he would go with the plan, but I was confident in my observation skills. He did not seem the type to like fruity stuff, so I poured myself something with red berries—that way I was sure he would not take my drink—and left the glasses there.
Now all I had to do was wait for him to arrive.
I knew Hanma would be there in about an hour, maybe less, but Ran? If he arrived after Hanma it’d be messy. He needed to arrive earlier to give me enough time to take care of him and prepare my gift to Hanma. “Oh shit, I forgot!” I exclaimed to myself before hurrying to the bedroom and finding a plastic bag I had shoved under the bed.
“Let’s swing by the home depot real quick, I need to get some stuff.” I told Shiho as we got up to leave the café. My eyes glanced at the bathroom, remembering that fight I had with Rai last time we came here. Had I been able to convince her at that time, she wouldn’t—
Oh, what’s done is done.
It could have gone differently, don’t you think?
What’s done. is. done.
Shiho nodded and put on her jacket, hooking her arm with mine as she led us outside, making me look ahead instead of staring at the bathroom. “I could probably find some nice drapes for Haru’s place, the windows are huge. Don’t get me wrong, I’m into some public stuff, but people don’t have to see me right when I wake up, you know?” She explained, walking rapidly.
Humming, I looked around, feeling like someone was following us, “Suites have blinds, don’t they?” I said off-handedly, my eyes sweeping the streets, trying to catch the person who was following us. I thought I had seen someone looking our way at some point, but they entered a shop soon after, so I let it slide. The odd feeling remained even as we entered the store while Shiho explained how closing the blinds would ‘show they didn’t want to be seen’. How Sanzu argued that showing fear and paranoia would mean we were not strong enough in the eyes of our enemies.
I suppose it sounded like Bonten; if someone had a problem with them, all they had to do was come at them. They were more than kind to listen, the actions taken afterwards were not as kind, however.
“Some rope, but not too rough. Something like…” I reached for a white rope that seemed malleable enough, I could tie it without too much effort. What kind of knot would work, though?
You’re considering drugging a man and tying–
Shut up.
“Damn girl, is there some kinky stuff going on with pole guy? You know, this kinda reminds me of that book with uh–” Shiho started, but I shook my head and was faster to stop her daydreaming, “It’s for Hanma.” It wasn’t a lie, it was for him that I was doing this. “I need to buy some.” It was true. I needed to buy it, not for his use, but ultimately… it was all for him.
The woman laughed and reached for some rope, looping it around her shoulder. She mumbled something to herself then looked at me, “Tell me when.” I watched her wrap, when it was enough so that it did not look too suspicious, I told her to stop and thanked her before cutting the rope. Usually, I’d come to this store maybe for oil for my wooden furniture or nails to hang up pictures here and there.
Never had I thought I’d need to come for this.
It was a quick trip, I paid, was handed a plastic bag with the goods, and left the store.
“I should cut some, I’m not going to need that much…” I pondered out loud, about to get up to reach for some scissors until I heard a knock on the door.
Panicked, I stood up and grabbed the bag with me before throwing it under the couch so it was within range once he passed out.
Putting on Hanma’s bathrobe, making sure it fell off my shoulder as I opened the door, I also put on a smile like a weapon. If it was Hanma, I needed to calm him down; if it was Ran, I needed to get him in the mood to relax. Whichever it was, I needed to look enticing. Taking a deep breath to calm down, I brushed my dress down and pulled at the neckline slightly so it hung lower.
“Coming.” I said in a bored tone, turning the key and opening the door slowly, peeking behind the door. I held back a smirk at the sight of Ran dressed up nicely. He was usually wearing a suit, sure, but the amount of cologne he wore was a bit of a giveaway of the effort he had put into this. Looking him up and down, I met his gaze and smiled, “You cleaned up nicely, Haitani.”
He huffed a dry laugh and nodded at the door.
I opened it fully, showing off how I was dressed. He purposely walked past me, barely giving me a glance, letting me shut the door behind him. “This is Hanma’s place, what’s the catch?” He said, his guard visibly still up. He was going to make this harder than it was supposed to be, I didn’t have time for this.
Rolling my eyes, I walked up to him and gestured for him to hand me his jacket, “He’s not home, I’m just trying to clear the air between you and I.” I said, turning around to hang his jacket before facing him once more. I took off the bathrobe and tossed it on the free seat. “If we’re going to work together, we might as well act like adults and not hate each other, right?”
Reaching for the cabinet, I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips before Ran placed his hand between the glass and my face, “What’s truly going on, psycho?”
I sighed and realized he was going to make me say everything he needed to hear before believing anything from me. Pleading looks, he needed that. I glanced up at him with doe eyes then bashfully turned my head to the side, “What you all said at Rindou’s party… it kinda struck a nerve, you know?” I paused, he did not move but was intently listening. The poor man was already hooked, his attention fully drawn to my lips and each word that was about to flood from them, “I overreacted out there, I yelled, I got mad, I was… humiliated.” Lies . I was angered, and exhausted by their lack of respect for me.
“Keep going, I like where this is going. I’m sure you’ve got more of this.” He said with a smirk, his hand reaching for the drink meant for him as he took a sip and stared at me. I held back a victorious smile and reached for his free hand, “I liked how you chased me.” I said softly, he almost spat his drink but swallowed before meeting my eyes with newfound excitement.
“You cut your hair just like Hanma for me, right? It was cute, you know…”
This time he laughed fully, leaning in with his breath right against the shell of my ear, “You’re gonna have to try harder if you want me to believe you.” His hand gripped the back of my head, tilting it back as his lips ghosted over mine, “That silly game of yours isn’t cutting it, so be honest and I’ll see what to do with you.”
A smile drew itself on my lips, this was something I was never going to admit to anyone but I got turned on by his roughness. Seeing him more forceful, less pitiful, trying to show he was the shit, it was sort of…
“Speak, psycho.”
So I spoke, “ I wanted to get a taste before you picked her. ” Was it a lie? Yes… of course I didn’t want him. He needed to hear this. I didn’t want him, but he wanted me to want him, that’s why I said that. Ran seemed shocked for a second, his grip lessening only a little before he forced my head to the side and inhaled my perfume, “I knew you were fucked up, but cheating’s an all-time low.”
I scoffed and pulled out of his grip, chugging my drink quickly before slamming it on the counter, “You gotta taste different flavors to know which is your favorite, right?” I met his gaze as he mimicked my actions and gulped down the rest of his drink. A chill of excitement ran down my spine, I’d have goosebumps if some were not all over my body already from how mad he was getting. This was too thrilling.
“Then I’ll–” His words died out, cotton-mouthed. His eyes darted to me in confusion, oh , the taste of one-upping him. “I’ll show you.” He was struggling to speak, his glass shattering on the ground as his hand reached out for me. I let out a sigh of annoyance at the display in front of me but let it happen, watching him turning more and more confused, “‘ou ‘ucking ‘itch.” He finally said as his limbs gave in. With a grimace, I stepped back to avoid his body falling at my feet and stepped over it, joining him in seconds when he reached for my ankle and made me fall on the ground.
I swore at him, kicking his hand away as I pushed myself from the floor and hissed at the glass shards that had grazed my skin, “Will you fucking sleep? For fuck’s sake.” One kick in his side, his hand fell by it as he finally drifted to sleep.
“That’s a whole mess, and for what?” I rolled my eyes, brushing the shards out of the way to grab his ankles and drag him to the couch, “You couldn’t pass out on your back? You had to do it face down, dramatic bitch.” I sighed, making myself laugh before the dread of the words I’d uttered reached my brain. My grip tightened around his ankles for a second—I stared at Ran’s body and my eyes widened. Kneeling by his side, I helped his body on the couch and started muttering, “I didn’t mean it, I don’t want him at all. You believe me, right?”
What are you even doing?
“I only want him, not Ran. I don’t want Ran, I want Hanma. You have to believe me.” I looked at the ceiling and smiled, worried, fearing he had heard all the lies I had spilled. This buzzing was growing louder and louder, I could barely hear myself talk.
“We have to show them all we’re worth it, it’s all for you .” I whispered, laying Ran on his side with a loud huff on my part at how heavy the man was. His legs on the side of the couch, I half sat on it as I tied his hands behind his back.
Do you see yourself?
“I see that work needs to be done!” I stood up, looking at Rai only to see nothing, but I continued, “And I’m the only cut to do it! Okay?!” I told her, unnerved by the attitude she was giving me. Ticked off by my heels, I hurriedly took them off and tossed them aside before going to the kitchen to get everything I needed to clean the shards off the ground. It needed to be spotless for him, it was his surprise, it had to go perfectly.
Once everything was tossed away, I helped Ran sit on the couch, his head resting on the back of it, “Now we wait, right? You and I…” I uttered, putting back on Hanma’s bathrobe before slumping on the empty seat in front of Ran.
Humming a song to myself, I looked at Ran and said, “See, if I were the one passed out, you’d be on top of me in an instant.” My smile dropped, and I stood up to pour myself another drink, giving him a dirty look, “Watch how easy it is to not assault people.” I looked around to see what else I could move for the scene to be perfect—staring at the coffee table for too long, I decided to get it out of the way and grabbed some blankets from the bed, laying them in front of the couch.
Still kneeling on the blankets, I looked up at Ran’s passed-out form and grinned, “It’s going to be such a show!”
Just as those words escaped my lips I heard keys rattling at the door; I had left mine in. In no time, Hanma’s voice was heard. I got to my feet in seconds and was about to open, but instead listened, “If you locked yourself in ‘cause you’re scared…” He trailed off a few seconds, it was exciting, “Then you’re right. But I can’t really hunt you down if you’re locked in. We both know how much you love to be chased.”
I opened the door.
I greeted him in that beautiful dress, his bathrobe on my form, somehow trying to hide Ran behind me which Hanma saw and gently pushed me aside, “Doll.” He turned around, I noticed the bag in his hand and ignored his warning tone. The one I knew would get me in trouble. I closed the door and nodded at his hand, “What’s in the bag?” I smiled.
He smiled back, but without the sweetness.
Handing me the bag, he purposely ignored the body on the couch and cooed, “You didn’t think I wouldn’t get you a gift, right?” When I reached out to take it, he got it out the way, “I bought it before you went rogue, so we’ll open it after you explain yourself, yeah?” Placing the bag on the counter, he grabbed the drink I handed him and chugged it down in two gulps before tapping the corner of his mouth, looking at me intently.
Feeling my heart beat fast in my chest, I stepped closer and held the side of his face before wiping the droplet from the corner of his mouth with my thumb, “There.” I breathed out, my hand trailing down his shirt before hooking on his belt.
He smiled tightly and gripped my wrist before pulling me to the couch and letting go of me; I was offended. With a huff, I made sure not to look at Ran and frown at Hanma, but he gripped my jaw tight, “Do you know how many fucking rules you broke?”
“Since when do we care–”
His eyes widened in a crazed haze, “You’re nothing, do you get that?” His hands cradled my face as he ghosted his lips over mine, his eyes never leaving mine, “The only one who can do shit without consequences—it’s fucking Mikey, no one else.” He laughed dryly, almost exhausted. It wasn’t supposed to go like this at all.
What did you expect? That he’d praise you for being crazy?
I’m not crazy, he gets my vision, I know it.
I was starting to worry, looking at him with wide eyes, “How do you think he’ll react when he learns you kidnapped one of his execs for…?” He trailed off, making me understand I needed to tell him why I did that, so I kissed him hesitantly, he did not return the kiss, “For you…”
He huffed a laugh and let go of me, I reached for his hand and pulled him towards me again, stopping him from walking away, “Doesn’t it show that I’m smart?” I raised my tone slightly, pointing at Ran’s passed out form, “That I am worth something? I managed to get one of Bonten’s executives down. I’m not going to do shit to him, but it shows I’m something, right?!” I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it before wrapping it around my neck, “Tell me I’m something, please. I wanted to show–” My words were getting caught in my throat, how humiliating.
Then I stopped being stupid and dropped the bathrobe before pulling down my panties from under my dress, tossing them aside, “We had to show him how it’s done, right?” Hanma’s hands found themselves on my hips, pulling me against him as his lips grazed my head, “They don’t want us together ‘cause—they’re jealous, that’s what he is, he is jealous 'cause he’s never going to get me, so show him I’m yours.” I breathed out, buzzing with excitement. Ran wouldn’t ever say that, it was too embarrassing to admit after all.
With my hands on his collar, I pulled him closer to me, wanting to be one with him. Our lips a breath apart, I looked him dead in the eyes, pleading, “Show him I’m yours.” I repeated.
“Are ya asking me to fuck you in front of a Haitani?” He whispered against my lips, the smile that adorned his beautiful features sending butterflies to my stomach. I giggled and pushed at his chest, trying to get him to tumble back on the blankets but he held strong, unmoving. It irked me. “I’m asking you to show me off, to claim me.” I breathed out.
Instead of laying down, he grabbed me and forced me to my knees in seconds, the pain of them hitting the ground making me hiss. I quickly grabbed his hand to pull him towards me, but he slapped it away and tilted my head back to look down at me with a smirk, “That was fucking embarrassing, do you realize it?” He mocked, taking his vest off.
“I can definitely attest to that, now let me fucking go.” Ran seethed from his spot on the couch, his voice still drowsy and his head still half-tilted on his shoulder in sleepiness. Both Hanma and I faced him in surprise, and annoyance for me. But said annoyance only lasted a few seconds before I got excited again to get my plan in motion.
When I was about to wrap my arm around Hanma’s leg, he stepped towards Ran and punched him in the face, “Go back to sleep brother fucker.” Hanma swore under his breath, pissed off about the interruption I assumed. In an instant, his mood switched when his eyes widened humorously, “ Oh ?” He reached for a pillow and threw it on Ran’s lap, “Cover that shit up.” He spat, pressing his shoe on the pillow between Ran’s legs, “Didn’t know you could even get hard without lil’ bro around.” Seeing him twist his foot like a bastard on the pillow, making Ran try to knee him in frustration, had me keeling over.
“Same shit over and over again, you sound like a broken record.” Ran slurred on the spot and gritted his teeth, “Now put your bitch on a leash and let me out before she bites my balls off just to see what it does.” I did not have time to be offended or to tell him off before Hanma spoke.
“God, shut the fuck up!” He was getting more annoyed just from hearing Ran talk while I was getting more aroused upon seeing him heated. Standing up, I removed Hanma’s tie and as Ran mumbled something, I gripped his hair and wrapped it around his face, forcing his mouth open and tying it behind his head. He had a hard time articulating anything, which was exactly how we wanted it.
The man never speaks for shit, it’s better like this.
I think he’s allowed to complain, you kidnapped him.
It has a purpose, go away now.
Looking back at Hanma proudly, I smiled. I needed to focus back on him, I only needed him in my head or she’d come back.
Hanma raised a brow, still on edge, his lips turned down in frustration. Taking his hands, I guided them inside the dress and over my breasts, “Now that he’s silent, I want you.” My hands gently wrapped around his wrists, I guided them to my shoulders, under my sleeves then down my arms, making my dress fall from my shoulders. I saw his eyes drop to my chest and helped one of his hands to it, ignoring Ran’s sounds in the back.
Hanma wrapped an arm around my waist and turned me around so my back was facing Ran—I did not mind and wondered why he had done that, but enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin. He then smirked down at me and said, “You’d look hotter with my name branded on your skin.”
I pressed myself against him and unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt, “You’d like that?” I breathed out, my lips pressed to his throat, that slender throat that I wanted to hold tight while he fucked me with no care, “Your name written on what’s yours, just like kids do with their toys, right?”
His eyes shone with thrill as his smile widened in a crazed haze, “Watch your words.” He ripped my hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cock, “You might regret getting me so hard.” He looked down at my breasts and slid his hands back to my waist, then brushed his thumbs on my nipples, “ You’re being too gentle, Shu… are you shy? ” I whispered in a mocking tone, making him look at me with what seemed to be a fire lit by the challenge I had thrown at him. A smirk formed on his lips as he brought a hand to my face and forcefully tilted it back, eliciting a grunt from me, “Does my pretty doll hate it gentle?” That mocking tone, those pleading eyes that showed me he didn't care, all felt so good, “It’d be a shame to have her frustrated from it,” He glanced at Ran, “Right? So annoying if she’d beg for my cock.”
With a hard pull on my hair, I was separated from him as he pushed me to my knees once more, “A fucking shame to show you how much she hates me by using her just how she likes it .” He threw a fake smile at Ran then knelt with just one knee on the ground as he held my chin with his index and thumb, “Isn’t that right? Maybe we should fuck like old times, when you’d tell me you hate me with my fingers inside you…” His lips now brushed the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he breathed, “Remember?”
Nodding, I shuffled closer to roll my hips on his thigh, the dress still pooled at my waist, “You’re a piece of shit.” I said with loving eyes, something I wanted to believe he returned when his eyes softened for a moment before he fully knelt and helped me to his lap with both his hands under the fabric and on my ass, “Give it more of a fight, more bite.” He said excitedly, nails digging into my skin.
Grinning at him, I unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock out of his pants as I lifted myself to my knees, “I’m nothing like you.” I gritted through my teeth before kissing him hungrily, guiding his cock to my entrance—before I could lower myself onto him, he pressed himself into me with force, making me moan in pain into the kiss and hold onto his shoulders. Hanma laughed maniacally into the kiss, grunting loudly, dramatically, for the show, so that Ran could hear him loud and clear, “There we fucking go, that’s my girl.”
My eyes widened at the words, feeling a weird feeling in my chest at the underlying softness. I stopped kissing him, staring at him instead. He had called me that many times, but this time it felt different for some reason—I couldn’t overthink it much, time didn’t allow it, and he did not allow it when he started kissing my throat, “See, Haitani. She’s a bit tricky like that, she gets a bit in her head.” He said, looking over my shoulder as he pressed me onto him, his hands still on my ass, guiding me to roll my hips against his, “So you gotta make her go silly, turn her stupid little brain numb. It’s very easy, she’s so submissive.”
My body was on fire, burning in embarrassment at the words he was addressing to Ran. I tried to press my forehead against Hanma’s, but he tilted his head and pouted at me mockingly, “What was that, doll? Intimacy?” He then freed one of his hands and cradled my face, “You should know better than to show weakness in front of anyone, try that again and see what happens.”
I let out a shaky breath and nodded, pressing my forehead to his shoulder instead as I started riding him desperately, needing to feel his cock deep inside me. I needed to get him off, to show we were meant for each other, I needed to—
”Putting on a pretty show, isn’t she?” Hanma sighed, leaning back on his elbows so he could watch me ride him. He tilted his head to the side at the sight of my hands hesitantly moving to his neck, a mischievous smile adorning his features, “And she’s so full of anger too!” He exclaimed.
“Help yourself, doll. Choke me if that gets you off, if anything that’ll make me the victim.”
When I wrapped my hands around his neck, I smiled happily and started rapidly moving on his cock, needing more and more friction, “Oh no,” Hanma fake grunted desperately, “She’s raping me, so fucked up, so so fucked up.” He let out a moan right after, more following as I brushed my thumb against his Adam’s apple and looked down at him, losing myself in the bliss of his cock. Meeting my eyes, he grinned and lifted the hem of my dress, exposing my ass fully to Ran.
“Hurt me, mark me, please,” I leaned in and pressed kisses against his lips that he did not return on purpose. His eyes looked at me and then at my lips many times, pride draped on his face as a crown did on a King’s head. He enjoyed seeing me desperate like this, my hands had long since moved from his throat to his jaw, moans and whines of pleasure flooding from my lips. “Please, I need it. I need the pain, I need you, please, Hanma, please.” I started repeating, like a mantra, each word punctuated by a kiss without ever stopping the rolls of my hips, each bringing me closer and closer to utter bliss.
Hanma’s hands moved to my back, his fingers tapping playfully on it as he dug his fingers and met my eyes once more, “Louder,” He gritted through his teeth.
A scream of pleasure tore from my throat, Hanma smiled, “Tell the public how bad this is,” He clawed my back, over and over again, each time deeper than the previous one, “How much you hate it,” I was getting closer, I couldn’t formulate words, my mouth was wide open as I leaned back, my hands still balancing my weight by being placed on his chest, “How much you hate me .”
I smiled, swearing under my breath as I kept riding him, ignoring his words. Not liking it one bit, Hanma stilled my movements and held me down, a strict frown on his face, “The fuck did I just say?”
Smirking playfully at him, I looked over my shoulder and batted my eyes at Ran, exhausted and panting, “Harder, Shuji, fuck me harder.”
He rammed his cock inside me, I screamed in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as I faced him again. Hanma’s face was deep in the crook of my neck, his breathing heavy as he panted out, “Say it.”
“ I love you. ” I whispered to his ear, he laughed and trailed his lips up my neck, to my ear, “Not that, you idiot—are ya fucked dumb already?” He mocked, tucking my hair behind my ear as he trailed his tongue against the shell of it. He smiled, I heard it in his words, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Let me go please, I hate you.” I said dramatically, trying to look over my shoulder to Ran again, to make fun of him. Hanma wrapped his arms tight around me, pressing my chest to his as he sat up and reached for something behind me. I watched the pillow from Ran’s lap being tossed aside, hitting the window, “This is so bad–” I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips upon seeing the wet, darkened patch on the pillow. I pressed Hanma’s cheek against mine and started rolling my hips again in an attempt to stop laughing.
It worked when moans tore from my mouth once Hanma joined in on the fun, but he had to bring the topic back, “Keep at it doll, he sure is enjoying the sight.” Hanma scoffed, making me hide my face against his shoulder as a mix of laughter and moans was all I could muster.
“Let’s get comfortable, yeah?” He leaned back, bunching up some of the blanket to form a makeshift pillow for his head and gestured for me to go ahead. I held onto his waist for support and started fucking myself on his cock, replying, “I don’t care if he’s enjoying it.”
I leaned over Hanma and kissed his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, “I don’t care, it’s for you–” I swore under my breath and let my head fall back again, laughing in pleasure as Hanma’s hands caressed my body. One settled on my hip while the other around my neck, “Mmm, yeah? All of this for me?”
I nodded, telling him yes over and over again as I felt myself getting closer, my nails digging painfully in his skin from the reddening I could see. Hanma’s eyes flickered to the side, then I heard some tumbling and from the corner of my eyes I saw Ran standing up. Hanma pressed me to his chest and laughed when Ran dizzily said, “Fuck the both of you, you’re so weird. I’m out.”
I didn’t even look at him, I wanted to ignore him and keep feeling Hanma’s cock, but he had to have a conversation, “Mention her little slip-up and I’ll mention your leak-up, yeah?”
Wanting him to keep going, I made him look at me and kissed him, “Shut up, please I’m close.”
“You’re fucking sick in the head, get help, both of you.” Ran spat.
Laughing as he pushed my face away, Hanma simply flipped Ran off. “See ya.”
He did not get an answer, instead, the door slammed shut and Hanma’s attention returned to me, making me all the more excited since we were finally alone.
“Get off me.”
My eyes widened and I did so, thinking I had fucked up something, “Get on the couch.” He nodded at the furniture before zipping his pants back up and getting a cigarette from the pack in the pocket of his coat that was thrown on the free seat. Lighting it up, he puffed out the smoke and smiled at me, “You suck at tying people up.” He spat.
About to put my dress back on, I looked up at his approaching form and said, “It was well tied, I’m sure of it, he–” Hanma slapped my hands away from my dress and tore off the sleeves so they could not cover my shoulders anymore, the dress pooling back to my lap. “Then he’s just that strong?” He asked, bringing the cigarette back to his lips.
The underlying implication was that either I admitted Ran was strong, or that I’d fucked up. Looking down, I uttered, “I thought it was tight enough, I messed up.”
He scoffed, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray by the couch, “You fucked up way before that.” Sitting next to me on the couch, he forced me to turn around and brought my hands behind my back, “See, I got pissed off at Rindou’s lame party.” He started. I felt the rope wrapping around my wrists but did not complain, I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me, I knew that, if anything it was going to be fun.
“Their comments were out of my control–” I started.
He tightened the rope roughly, making me wince, “That outburst of yours wasn’t.”
He shook his head, muttering something about me being an embarrassment, “But this?” He was talking about Ran, I felt it.
It doesn’t take a genius to know it’s fucked up.
I ignored her.
With my wrists tied, Hanma gripped my jaw as he stood up, his face close to mine, “This is the stupidest you’ve ever fucking been, doll.” He spelled out each word with poison lacing his tone, making me worry even more. At this point I had nothing to say, I would take whatever he gave me because I had wronged him.
“Wrapping him like a present— it’s not my fucking birthday .” With a click of his tongue, he pushed my head back and sighed in frustration. I wanted to tell him I was sorry but speaking would only make him madder, so I looked at the ground and waited. A short moment passed, then his hand lifted my chin gently, gesturing for me to get up. He smiled sweetly, it was scary, “There is some good we can take from this embarrassing failure of yours. Do you know which parts?” He asked, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.
“That I’m a maneater?” I half-joked.
He barked a laugh and shook his head, “Oh doll, no one would ever want you if they really knew who you were.” With a kiss on my forehead, he tutted me and took my hand in his, leading us to the windows. He opened the blinds to look outside, his hands behind his back. It was off-putting and for good reason, since he then pressed me against the freezing window, his cock at my entrance as his arm held me down, “That you’re devoted. Yeah?” He breathed next to my ear, his hand turning my head so he could kiss me angrily, “Selfless little doll would do anything to get her dignity back.” He laughed, breathless now from the thrusting.
Closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock back inside me, I chuckled in elation and hummed, “For you, I needed to show them I was–” A moan ripped from my throat, Hanma tutted me and told me to keep talking, so I did, “That I am an asset, I can be trusted.”
“Why would they ever trust you?” He said in a condescending, sad tone. But he was nowhere near unhappy, with his free hand he held my throat, “Why would you seek their approval?!” He gritted through his teeth, “When will you get it in your fucking head that you’ll never be taken seriously, ever. Not by them, not by anyone.” His thrusts were getting more and more hectic. I was moaning and crying at the same time now, tears running down my face mixing with the sweats of pleasure. “If you wanted to be loved, you should have fucked Mikey.” He laughed dryly, “ They’d have worshiped you then , a missed opportunity huh?”
Shaking my head, I sobbed, “I don’t want him, I want you, Shuji.”
He scoffed, kissing the side of my face as his hold on my throat tightened, “Then why are you tryna prove yourself to Bonten? You’re in, it’s done, get on.”
Closing my eyes, I felt the tears roll down. I reached for his hand, unable to breathe; I felt the pressure around my wrist let go, the rope untied. “I tried to fix my mistake, I want to be good, I swear. I promise I’ll be good.”
“Being good won’t get you anywhere.” He raised his tone, his forehead pressed to the back of my head, “Just do the job you’re asked to do, that’ll show your worth.” He sighed, frustrated still. I didn’t know he would be this annoyed by my endeavor, but I did not want him to hate me, “Nothing else, no kind fucking words, no niceties, nothing else will do shit for them.” He said with finality, his thrusts also slowing down.
“Then it’s just us.” I said light-heartedly. I tested if I could turn around; he resisted at first, then he let me. Bringing one of my legs up against his side, he immediately grabbed it while I guided his cock inside me and cradled his face, “I prefer it that way.” I whispered, finally calming down as he did too, kissing me lovingly. My heart was full, I loved him so much. Gently, I made him look at me and smiled, “I could never hate you, you’re everything to me.”
Brushing his hair back, I held his cheek, “I won’t kidnap Ran again, I’m sorry.”
Hanma laughed at that, pressing his forehead against mine. Before he could speak, I added, “I never meant to worry you… I won’t act without your approval again.” His thrusts resumed as he held my wrists above my head with one hand, then pressed his lips against mine, chuckling into the kiss, “Such an obedient doll, let’s see how long it’ll last this time, yeah?”
One hard thrust, “How long until you go against me.”
Another hard thrust, “Until your little need for praise has you ruining everything we worked for.” Letting go of my wrists, he shoved a thumb in my mouth and forced it open to stop me from holding back my moans. I gripped his shoulders tight, whining at every thrust that followed.
“Never.” I whimpered. He laughed in my face, I couldn’t help but get more turned on by him mocking me, my hands now holding on for dear life to his hair, “Because I’m never leaving your side, I’ll be so good, I promise.”
Brushing his nose against mine, he huffed a laugh amidst his heavy breathing, “Promises, promises…” He trailed off, his pace stuttering as his tone was slightly lower, “You are aware of what we do to traitors, aren’t ya?”
“I don’t need to know, it’ll never happen.” I managed to say, making his eyes light up with something I could not describe. Fully sheathing his cock inside me, he let out a long sigh then kissed me once, “It better. Or I’ll be taking care of you personally, understood?”
I nodded, kissing him again, wanting more than just a peck. He gave me that kiss I so desperately needed and then placed his index finger against my lips, “I said, understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He smiled dryly then pulled out, using the fabric of my dress to wipe himself clean, “I guess it’s a lesson learned.” He exclaimed happily, pouring himself a drink.
Dropping the dress on the ground, I grabbed his bathrobe and put it on, “If surprises are not your thing, what should I do for your birthday next year?” I asked, changing the topic. If I’d kept at it, I knew he was just going to act paranoid again and I hated it, I wanted him to trust me.
Which he can’t, since you’re unstable.
I’m just like him, he should get it.
“I could go with shaving that fucker’s head, it’s kinda ugly with all the gel he uses.” He said off-handedly, I wrapped the bathrobe around my waist and huffed a laugh. Looking up at him, I had this need in my chest to be close to him, to hold him, but he had rejected me earlier. Could I still try? Joining his side, I poured myself a drink too, and reached for his hand. He looked down at our hands and quirked a brow as I asked, “What’s your favorite food? We could go to a restaurant, maybe?”
Hanma smiled, bringing his hand to my cheek. He planted a kiss on my forehead and huffed a laugh, “Ya really are something babe, I just left you without letting you cum and you’re being all cute?”
“You can just answer the question, no need to be condescending about it.” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself away from him.
He laughed in his drink and downed it all in one go before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him, “First open my gift…” He handed me the bag he had brought back earlier and I hesitantly reached inside to pull out a cube— a glass cube? Looking at it, I saw inside there was a signed golf ball. Confused, I looked up at him, he grinned, “A little keepsake from your first solo mission, ya know?”
“Did you steal it from him?”
He shook his head, “You can’t steal from rich people, you take back, that’s all.” He shrugged.
I smiled in nostalgia at the item and placed it on the cabinet, “Thank you, I love it.” I was about to step back when he pressed me to his chest, wrapping my arms around him, “Now, let’s talk like you wanted to.” He made me walk backward before making us slump on the couch, “Let’s have normal conversations.” His voice was somewhat softer.
“After all… why not pretend we’re normal people for a night?” He chuckled, grabbing his pack of cigarettes before answering my question at length.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyorev#tokyorev x reader#hanma x reader#hanma#hanma shuji x reader#hanma shuji#physicalturian#deranged love#ao3#writing#fanfiction
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I know next to nothing bout Black Butler, I have watched the anime back in the days but I wasn’t a super fan or anything (did it even try to check the manga at the library) but the discourse surrounding it sounds delicious. Would you mind sharing a little bit more about it?
I can’t tell if you’re asking about the series or the discourse lol. But basically the main premise of black butler, if you’ve forgotten, is that the thirteen year old protagonist has made a contract with a demon, where in exchange for consuming his soul, the demon will serve him unconditionally for however long it takes for them to get revenge for the horrific death of his family. The story is very silly and starts out seeming like pretty light teaboo supernatural hijinks? But then the tone becomes darker and darker as the arcs progress, and like I think it has some genuinely interesting things to say about trauma and grief? And I enjoy how frank it is about having a protagonist that’s a CSA survivor, and that’s in large part why I latched onto it in the first place when I first got into it years ago.
That being said, the narrative sure does ship tease the afore mentioned thirteen year old protagonist and the demon butler 💀💀💀💀
It’s never an actual thing in the story proper but the vibes are undeniably deliberate. A large portion of the fanbase are really into it, and like while I am incredibly fucking not, like idk dude they’re not imagining things. The author is teasing it. There are several infamous fake out scenes that are completely different in context but at a glance look suggestive. Every opportunity the protagonist is kidnapped, dressed in girl’s clothes, or idk just has weird shit happen to him. The author clearly has plenty of kinks that she wants you to know about. And like she straight up has a back catalog of shota con. It’s not a fucking secret.
But an equally large portion of the fandom tend to bend over backwards to justify it all and be like no, no none of this is on purpose. That it’s all just people reading way too much into it and Yana Toboso would NEVER write such a thing, or sexualize her tween protagonist. And it’s like look, either you acknowledge that the series you are into is fucking creepy and you live with it or you just… read or watch something else?
Like I personally find the ship teasing super uncomfortable and seeing fandom content for it is actively repulsive to me. I have all related tags black listed! But like I also have eyes. The source material is encouraging it. I don’t see the point of pretending otherwise 🤷♀️
#not tagging it bc— like I said— the fandom is delusional#it’s a very 2008 manga with 2008 sensibilities#and I first got into it around then? and watching the fandom culture change super drastically has been very interesting#all the bendy punctuations#a mysterious stranger has appeared#i ramble sometimes
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Aftermath chapter 7 -Fire and Blood fanfiction, Dark Aemond x MC.
CONCEPT: After they killed your father and punished you for running away and trying to contact the right queen, Aemond visits you with a few terrifying messages that will change your life and your relationship with both Aegon and Aemond forever.
Warnings: Gore, mentions of murder, mentions of imprisoment, aemond proving that there is nothing as terrifying as a man wiht nothing left to lose, mentions of non-con, dub-con, abuse of power and traumas.
You like being alone for now.
You still cant believe what happend.
That, that happend. You are still in your bed, bleeding out and clutching your stuffed animal bee. You cant remember the last time you did that but it was definitely before going to the red keep. Now he is a member of your bed and
will keep you safe when no one else will.
You turn on your back and whimper. Your muscles hurt. Your behind hurts and your legs have blood between them. You hug the bee and smell it. It smells like home. Like green grass and rain.
'My lady, you have a visitor.' Your maid spooked you.
'I am in no state to receive anyone.' You admit to her.
'Not even me, Lady Beesburry? You wound me.' You shake unintended. Aemond. No.
Your maid leaves you and you are alone with the prince only wearing your thin nightgown and your face still dirty with cum of last night and fresh tears. 'I come to formally invite you to Aegons conration.'
He scoffs at your bee plushie. You let him. 'Aegon wants you there. So do I. We wish to continue the good relationship of the Crown and House Beesburry.' What good relationship? They smashed your father's brain in. They punished you and took all your maidenheads. They humiliated you.
You want to tell him he can swallow his sapphire eye whole and can strangle himself with his eyepatch. But you compose yourself and nod, understanding that you have no choice. Aemond reaches out and touches your face gently unlike last time. 'Last night was necessary. We do not wish to make a habbit out of it. We will punish you when you misbehave. You are a smart girl. You understand that me nor the king can effort your rebellion.' You understand that your brother inherits the seat of your father and worry for his safety here at court.
He continues. 'Aegon has a difficult time. You'll be a good girl for him tonight. He feels guilty about last night. The idiot.' He says forgetting he is speaking about his king. 'That means you let him fuck you, and you best pretend to enjoy getting fucked. You will suck his royal cock and you swallow every drop of cum like you have been without water for three days.' You already picture it and give a grim nod. You have no choice.
You look the younger prince up and down. 'And you?'
He laughs but its sounds fake.'I'm not a priority.'
He would always let Aegon go first with you. Even when your were a maiden he would. He always was the second one to have his way. 'Not even to yourself? ' you wonder out loud.
He sighs.
'You can suck me off thats enough. I'm in no mood to fuck.'
You cant help but pout. 'Neither is Aegon. He looked so sad.'
That is the worst thing you could say to his jealous brother. The worst thing. 'Yes, poor fucking Aegon getting to nail the prettiest girls in the kingdoms and getting to seat the highest chair. Poor Aegon for having 2 fucking eyes and poor Aegon for clearly being loved more by you.' He rages and eventually slams his hands against the wall. You flinch and quickly put distance between the two of you.
'That's not true.' You say but somehow you know it's a lie. Aemond is smart and picks up things much quicker than his brother. And even quicker than your own heart.
He smirks at you and fingers your breasts through your dress. 'I dont mind. If I cant win your love, i will force you to love me. I will do everything in my power to make sure you keep being my girl. Even if it means making you my whore. My property.' He runs his hands over your behind and you are pushed close to his body. 'You will be standing today, like all visitors of the coronation. I pity you, you were fucked so brutally.'
You beg but it comes out more like a threat. 'Don't ever fuck me there again.'
He laughs and slams his hands down on your ass cruelly spanking what it's already so sensitive. Fresh tears burst and you whimper. He grabs hold of your throat and pulls you closer to him when smiling. 'I am the prince. I will fuck you in every hole I seem fit. So will my brother, and if we wish it: Every fucking man in the seven kingdoms can fuck you in your ass if we damn well will it.' He adds whispering. ' I personally prefer your hot wet cunt.'
You blurt out. Aegon will not have you raped. Neither will Aemond. He is desperate and wants you to cooperate. You know that. 'He is the king not you.'
He huffs before coming closer and slaps you so hard across your face that it switches angles.
You sob and cower.
He laughs and sinks to match your height. 'You're pathetic. Remember what I said. Tonight, you'll be happy and you will quit your ungrateful act. My brother will have a smiling girl. The girl he fell in love with. No more moaning and crying. Your father is gone. Don't make us let you follow him.'
He adds. 'Wear something nice for him. We notice you dressing more desirable for us. Continue that. We both appreciate it.'
You dont know what he is reffering to. 'What happens if I dont come to the coronation? I am not feeling well. I have stomach pain and I feel sick.' You lie easily to him. You dont feel guilty. They fucked you too hard you should rest and and be at ease.
He rolls his good eye. You add whispering. 'Aemond; what if I'm with child?' You whisper to him.
He is a man. That should scare him off. A child. A bastard. That would be his nightmare. Instead he barks laughing in your face. 'Too bad you have been on Moontea. You are not with child. You dont want to go. You are ungrateful and a liar.'
You decide to beg. Your last chance. 'I can't walk, Aemond. What will they whisper when they see how I limp and how I clutch my sides and my legs?'
'That you got fucked.' He adds with a proud smirk. 'I love seeing how our treatment affects you.'
His hands pet you once more. 'I dont care what they say about you. Neither will Aegon. Your body will still fuck as good.'
You cry silently. 'They will call me a whore.' You mutter to yourself, cheeks bright and your stomach turning.
Aemond smirks. 'Well, let's be honest here. Aren't you? You fuck me, you fuck a married man your king who got married to your friend, you enjoy getting fucked even if its rather rough and humiliating. You adore dressing up for us, and you enjoy learning more about how the act is done.'
'You are a whore, Lady Beesburry. But you are damn well our whore. You will keep continuing your appearances. You will be pretty for Aegon and you'll be pretty for me. If I dont like what I'm seeing you'll get punished. Am I clear?'
'As crystal.' You whisper.
He kisses you.
'Good. Now, I will leave you to prepare.'
#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#dark aemond targaryen#house of the dragon fanfiction#dark aemond targaryen x oc#aegon ii targaryen#darkfantasy#dark aegon ii targaryen#Aemond targaryen#fireandbloodfanfictionbeesbury #darkaegoniixoc aemondtargaryensmut aegoniitargaryensmut
#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#dark aemond targaryen#house of the dragon fanfiction#dark aemond targaryen x oc#aegon ii targaryen#dark aegon ii targaryen#Aemond targaryen#fireandbloodfanfictionbeesbury#darkaegoniixoc#aemond targaryen smut#aegon ii targaryen smut#Dark Aemond Targaryen smut#Dark Aegon II Targaryen smut#Aemond one eye fanfiction#Aegon II Targaryen fanfiction#dark!#head the warnings#dubcon#possible triggering content#She/her reader#AFAB Reader#DarkFantasy#Possible noncon#Possible gore#Old work
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About me ♡.
Thought of telling you about myself 'cause I'm an open book and love hearing myself talk.
Name: Kiya, Kat.
Birthday: October 13th 2001.
Pronouns: It, She, They.
Chinese Zodiac: Snake ♡.
Big Three: Libra, Virgo, Aries.
INFP.
Leftist.
Saphic, but fictional men...
In the AroAce spectrum.
AFAB Agender.
Self-Shipper, I live through fiction, tell me about your self shipps ♡, let's be delusional together ♡.
HEAVY smoker, dabbled in drugs and I'm a recovered alcoholic, so this is a safe space for addicts.
Eldest sister. Basically raised my siblings, I hate kids but they love me so i did some babysitting. From the 'burbs, near the hood.
I'm argentinian, white and native latina (I clarify the white cause gringos seem to believe we're all POC????? I'm not, babes, I'm priviledged as fuck i look so white). I'm TECHNICALLY mixed but, eh, mostly white, plus it's LATAM, we don't care that much, so.
I have tattoos and maybe too many piercings. Dress all in black and love silver. I had purple hair for too many years, but rn i have my natural dark brown with blonde.
I love Metal, Punk, Hip Hop, Trap, Classical music (Mostly from the romantic era), K-Pop, Rap and Fussions.
I'm broke as fuck so if I'm not taking long to write for my mental health I'm working cause the disability aid is just not enough.
I love baking but hate sweets. I love animals and rescue sometimes when i have enough money. I'm a plant lover but can't take care of them well :c.
I love cold weather and rain, i sleep during most of the day and stay awake at night.
My collection of diagnosis ♡:
C-PTSD, ADHD, DID, BPD, Autism, Generalized Anxiety with panic attacks, Clinical Depression with Mania, EDs on and off.
I love Dark Content, especially Non-Con. Could it be my trauma? Maybe, but it's too good, so who cares.
Feel free to talk to me, I'm actually a chatter box and love talking to people, just don't talk first 'cause i tend to be WAY to annoying.
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