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aizawasbrazybaby · 4 months

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❥𓂃𓏧Freak Like Me

𖦹Warnings: Corrupt Cop!Nanami x Fem!Reader, Pet names? (Calls reader Beautiful a lot), Semi-public (car sex), p in v sex, Oral (fem receiving), Very brief mention of blood, Cervix kissing, Dubcon (consent is implied but he doesn’t ask before touching reader)

𖦹Word Count: 1.7k (I had to restrain myself from making it longer🥲)

🫧: Hello everyone sorry for any mistakes I always try to proof read at least twice before posting. Also I’ll be attempting to upload here and WP on Fridays at 5pm est.🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Summaryᐕ: It was supposed to be a late night traffic stop…only he was off duty and everyone knows what happens after dark.

Air moved deeply through your lungs harshly exiting your nose. Those fluorescent blue and red lights flashed obnoxiously bright, forcing your eyes to shut into a squint. The officer’s tall figure strutted over to your old compact sedan that was honestly hanging on by the grace of god herself. His blonde hair and white skin contrasted the chilled bitter darkness. Fingers tapped the window and signed for it to be rolled down. Your eyes hit the back of your head as you followed the lawful command.

And holy fuck…

A chill ran up your spine. He looked like the finest piece of art man could make- so much so you had to do a double take at the patrol car to see if it was the real deal. That this wasn’t an elaborate prank by some shitty tv show or idiotic influencers that didn’t know how illegal impersonating an officer was.

“Pretty late for a lady like you to be out here dontcha think,” he glanced at the bloody scrubs in your passenger seat, “long night?”

“That easy to tell?” your fingers rubbed at the dark circles under both eyes, “sorry but is your bodycam on?”

A strange mix of a laugh and hum rumbled in his throat, “license and registration ma’am.”

A demand.

Mint intertwined in his cool breath as he let out an annoyed sigh waiting for you to gather your things. As if you initiated the traffic stop on him. He softly snatched at the forms you handed to him.

“What has you out here so late, nurse ____?” His gaze flickered back to the passenger seat.

“Doctor,” you corrected.

“What?”

“It’s Dr._____ I’m not a nurse.”

He grinned, “well, many apologies for my ignorance.” You looked in his narrow eyes and something shifted in you. In both of you. Your pants felt almost suffocating on your throbbing pussy as that honey-like essence pooled to your center.

“I-I just got off work at the hospital,” you pointed behind you, “third twelve hour shift this week. I pulled over to get some sleep, heard somewhere that driving tired is as bad as driving drunk.”

Why’s his stare gotta be so intense? Your mind raced. Eyes lowering to his beautifully plump lips. Watching his tongue swipe teasingly slow over the bottom one before it was held between his teeth.

Good fucking God.

“Have you been drinking tonight?” You could have swore a glimpse of a grin flashed just as quickly as it had disappeared . His calloused fingers softly traced your jawline, thumb running across your lips. A line was crossed. Several lines. But shit it’s been so long since you’d been caressed. And the man before you was so alluring. You leaned into Nanami’s touch- your eyes fluttering shut for a second before burning into his.

“No, officer.”

“Why don’t you step out for me beautiful,” his voice low and seductive. Embarrassment burned through you from how quickly you obeyed. Horny and stupid. Desperate and horny. He looked you up and down then grabbed your hands. Cold to the touch but you didn’t pull away, placing them behind your head, “Lock your fingers.”

Holy hell he was close.

You could feel the heat emanating from his mouth. Circling you he stopped behind, pressing against your back. His belt. The service belt was nowhere to be found. Pressure started at the wrist and worked its way to your waist. Outlining the shape. His fingers trailed over your breasts. so. very. slow. Each finger took its time feeling the buds that hardened under.

Desperation made itself known from a slight gasp that morphed into a whimper, “shit.”

Nanami groaned in response. He walked back around, hands lowering to the fat of your ass gripping and squeezing. He placed a kiss on your cheek and nipped at your jaw.

“Sir,” you glanced at the abandoned strip of road, “not out here.”

His hand pulled to the front rubbing your pussy through your thin sweats. His digits worked their way inside feeling how wet you were. Snatching a moan from your throat that your own ears struggled to recognize. No panties. A bold move on your end.

“Get in the backseat,” his teeth caught on your bottom lip. An arm rounded your waist pulling you away from your car before opening the door for you. He blocked your head from hitting the top of the doorway like he would if sticking you in his squad truck.

Before you could speak your sweats were around your ankles. His eyes looked back at you as he kissed up your thigh, “want me to stop?”

“No!” Your voice was under a shout. Loud. Desperate. And beyond fucking horny for the stranger with his upper half leaning between your legs. The other hanging out the car.

He chuckled, “okay doctor.” His tongue ran up your slit catching the enticing liquid that glazed parts of your skin. Ecstasy swam through your veins and straight to where the man was now sucking your sensitive clit. Hands sliding through his healthy locks he moaned on your cunt. You hissed at the feeling.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

You sat your head up seeing Nanami dig in your pocket and pull out your phone. He flashed the screen and your heart skipped a beat. “Don’t.” From his shit eating grin you knew he wasn’t gonna listen. He firmly pressed the green answer and tossed you the phone.

“Hey JESS,” you stifled the moan that clawed to be set free. The cop pushed your thighs apart, thrusting his middle and ring fingers inside. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sudden intrusion. Savoring that pain spiked with pleasure.

Is that mommy? Your six year old asked sleepily in the background.

Hey Miss.____ I was just checkin on ya. It’s pretty late just wanted to see if everything was okay

“Y-yes hon everything’s fine just got off work a bit late.”

Nanami unbuttoned his slacks, releasing his erection. Lining himself to your pussy that clenched around nothing. He smiled from ear to ear slowly inching himself deep.

That’s good. Baby Kiri keeps askin for ya wanna say good night before I put her to bed?

“No!” you lowered your tone, taking a fistful of Kento’s shirt, “no need I’ll s-see her when I g-get home.”

He took the phone muting and keeping it on speaker, “lemme hear you beautiful,” his pace increased. Squelching and your squeals filled the car, “fuck darling n-nice and loud. That’s it.”

“Nanami,” you whimpered, “fuck pleaseee.” You dragged.

“Uh uh Kento when I’m fucking you,” he smirked.

Why not? Hello? ___ are you there? Is everything okay?

He thrust one last time before plunging his cock deep inside. And fuck. Fuck. fuck. fuck. His tip was pressing against your cervix. Your legs started to shake slightly but enough where he noticed. And you clenching tight around him had his eyes rolling back and breathing heavy.

Unmute. “I-I’m fine Jess. Just in a bit of a s-situation right now.”

His hips rocked slowly bringing that tight coil closer. His teeth glided over your throat, “gonna drive me crazy hang up that damn phone,” you could sense his lust from his deep whisper.

Should I send someone out there? What’s happening?

“No need, ‘mtaking good care of her,” he growled at the nanny.

Who is this? Where’s ___??

“Gonna have to, ah, call you b-back.” You tried your best not to let it out but that moan slipped through and no doubt she picked up. Nanami took your phone tossing it atop those dirty scrubs.

Oh…ohh, it clicked. She hung up immediately.

He slammed his hips into yours. Faster. Stronger. Until that coil grew so tight in the both of you that you were shouting each other's names as you came. His hot cum filling you up so full and you leaving your cream all over him that is splattered just below his belly button. Drained of all his energy and stamina he rocked into you riding out the high to both of your orgasms.

“Kento,” you said breathlessly, “thank you.” Of course he didn’t know what you were thanking him for. Didn’t know you’d been so deprived from a man’s touch. You craved some kind of sexual interaction. Didn’t know he relieved so much of the pent up stress from work and being a single mother.

“Any time beautiful.” He panted but managed to keep a smile on his handsome face. He pulled out looking for something, anything to help clean you up. When his eyes landed on you, you pointed to the front seat.

“Got a few baby wipes in the glove compartment.”

He nodded. You watched as he climbed out zippering his pants as his head fell back. Taking in the cool night breeze. God he was something to behold. Walking around the front he took out the pack of wipes and jogged back to you.

“Does anything hurt? Are you alright?” He asked back to his monotone as he wiped your thighs and intimate parts.

“I’m alright.”

“Think you can walk?” he shimmied your sweats back up, shoving something in the pocket. Before you could even answer he pulled you to the edge of the car by your legs making you yelp. He held you like a bride before placing you in the driver seat.

“Hope so.” You said quietly. His hand grabbed the back of your head through the window pulling you in a kiss. Long and passionate. If you knew anything it was that this man was gonna be the death of you. You felt yourself getting wet all over again.

“G’night…officer Nanami.” You looked deeply in his eyes.

“Get home safe.” He didn’t smile or break the contact. He climbed back in his car shutting off the lights and starting his car back up. Digging in your pocket you pulled out his business card that had his number written neatly in blue pen on the backside. Your mouth gaped open and looked out your window as he was passing you. Driving slow he seen the card in your hand and winked at you. That shit eating grin back on his lips.

Staring daggers back at the card you wondered how long you were really out for.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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thinking about mean dom dino with but twist it with youngest and oldest rivalry of mean dom seungcheol having crazy threesome trying to impress you. and lots and lots heavy degradation.

insane combo.

Pairing: incubus!seungcheol x afab!reader x incubus!chan

Genre: smut, dark, fantasy

Word count: 3.7k

tags: poly, HEAVY degration (slut, whore, stupid) competitive chancheol, lip piercing!dino, banter, unprotected sex, reader with breasts, breed kink, breast play, clit slapping, spitting, spanking, choking, face slapping, oral fixation, ass play, oral (giving and receiving), double penetration, possesive chan, very brief mentions of death

Summary: A human serves one purpose to an incubus like Chan or Seungcheol. They were fuel.

author note: i went a little wild hahaha, my favorite dirty thing i wrote in a while, and i happen to really like how my banner looks, pls look <3

tagging: @candidupped

Chan bemused you the moment he crawled from the deep depths of hell, so he claims, determined to feed on you, the moment he first laid his eyes on you. His eyes flickered of fire red, and the tips of his dark hair met not only his eyes but grazed his broad shoulders. Chan stood before you, like he had discerned his fate in your eyes. He hadn't the slightest idea who you were, but deep down in his nonexistent soul, he craved for you. He had to have you.

You were living a timid cycle of mundane cosplay: working to make ends meet, sending money to family for their support, and putting energy into the world that hardly served you as an individual. It’d be dishonest to say you didn't crave adventure, intimacy, or belonging. You found all that in this strange demon.

He was mystifying, alluring, strapping. His face was boyish, and if you look too quickly, he would appear deceivingly kind. Despite that, his body is taller, wider, stronger than any ‘boy’ you had come in contact with. Then again, he wasn’t considered a ‘man’ either. No man had this kind of effect on you.

You had not experienced sex like you had with Chan. The way he handled you had a lasting effect. You savored him from his skin that burns like a thousand suns against yours to the cock that plunges into you like he’s playing a melody. The images alone of him restraining, biting you, swallowing nectar from you make your legs shake, your heart pound, the heat between your legs pulse (not that you had much time imagining with Chan).

No one had made you long for his body day after day, as Chan did. The fact he wasn’t human made all the more sense. You were aware of these mythical creatures, but never did you imagine you’d come face to face with an actual incubus, let alone two.

“You cannot make me.”

“Come at once, young demon. Do not make me repeat myself. You cannot attach yourself to this human. You have duties!”

You sit in silence at the scene before you, shamefully caught nude from the mid-coitus. The new demon had appeared within air, moments away from your intense wave of arousal, only to have your partner ripped off from right on top of you and land harshly on the hard floor with a thud.

You remember to cover yourself instantaneously with‌ your duvet, frustrated initially, but melt once you meet the eyes of your intruder. He was a tall and astute presence; demand was clear in his eyes. You blink back at him in awe, drawn to him like you are for Chan and now you are unsure where to avert your hungry gaze towards.

Seungcheol comes to retrieve his younger colleague, forcing his hand to take him back to the underworld before he leaves a permanent mark. You feared it had already gotten too far from that point as you have shared the bed and sexually embraced each other countless nights. The young demon had laid its mark on you and it burned to have him away from you for long.

Chan refused to leave, finding solace in his comfort mortal and he knew you wouldn’t let him leave either. Seungcheol, although understanding as he sees the energy you emit–a concoction of fatigue, lethargy, and insatiable lust–which makes you the perfect prey for their kind, but he is insistent.

“You have one job here and you must come back home once you are nourished.”

“I don’t care. I am to spend the rest of eternity here with my Y/n. They provide me with all I need!”

He called you his. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks hearing that, bending your neck to look down to avoid any watchful eyes, failing knowing that Seungcheol’s gaze was burning through your skull.

Seungcheol exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re being impossible, Chan.”

“You haven’t had a specimen like them, Seungcheol. You wouldn’t be able to proceed accordingly once you have a taste.”

The older demon cocks his brow at Chan, sneering at him as he bends down to meet his eyes. “Your impulse control by choosing not to leave this mortal’s side just further proves you’re a foolish demon. There’s no such thing. I am perfectly capable of anything and everything. They are merely human.”

Chan grits his teeth back at the man. “Care to wager then?”

This piques the elders, gesturing to the younger one to proceed. Chan then goes on to challenge him.He suggests they would both partake in taking you to bed with the same goal in mind: making you as cum as much as possible. Easy enough. If Seungcheol could find himself to resist you after a few rounds of sex, he’d drag Chan right back. If he doesn’t, Chan gets to stay right where he is.

It was just a matter of having Seungcheol understand Chan to a degree. If Chan couldn’t have enough of you, who can say Seungcheol will? It was about time the youngest demon would show that age does not equate skill or power.

Chan takes back his place against the bed, smiling down at you with a knowing smile. He picks you up from the back of the head, colliding with your lips, the metal on the bottom of his mouth cooly grazing against your flushed skin. You feel him smile. Your heart flutters at the most tender gesture he’s ever displayed. “Seungcheol shall join us. Maybe sure to give him a warm welcome.”

You nod gingerly, eyes blown out in lust, letting him take your hands. “Yes, Chan.”

“Good little slut.”

Chan beckons the third over, having their new guest strip down from their attire with your attentive eyes trained on him. The shirt is pulled off his body in a swift move, revealing the rippling torso—pure muscle packed in every sculpture of his body—and the clasp of his pants comes apart, the fabric falling abandoned to the ground. His firm length gets caught in his grasp, a stroke of his hand pulls up from his shaft, and he joins your ensemble with a crooked smile.

“Let’s see what makes you so special.”

Your throat goes dry in their presence, legs folding underneath you in a position of submission, and you stare back up at their eyes flickering–much like a lit candle that burns brightest in the darkest of spaces—hands shaking in anticipation.

In minutes, your eyes water from the intense sensation of your core having a pair of lips latched against it. Chan holds you from behind to steady you—caressing your breasts, pinching your nipples, licking up the intoxicating perspired skin on your neck—while he yearns to be the one with your pussy in his mouth instead of Seungcheol. The younger demon growls as he bites down, an anguished yelp leaving your lips.

Seungcheol buries himself deeper between your legs. His hot breath ghosts over your inner thighs, tongue licking stripes over your wet slit, pursing his lips and suctioning them as he feels your fingers thread through his hair. Your jaw drops the harder he persists. Your legs convulse, riding the stranger's face as if it came naturally to you. You have to remind yourself that sex does not occur even remotely close to this, knowing their capabilities are beyond what you’d find outside the walls of your complex.

“How’s his mouth? Are you enjoying yourself?”

You babble in response. Chan’s question becomes an afterthought. Your tongue twisted in knots as Seungcheol performs splendidly well, his tongue sweeping over your folds before plunging inside, while a looped arm allows his hand to play with your clit, squeezing it harshly. He can’t help but be proud of your response. He had done this countless times on other prey, but yours had to be especially entertaining. Chan averts your attention by pulling back the hair of your scalp, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Answer when you’re asked a question.”

You nod back at him, swallowing down your drool, gasping out exasperated, “Yes. He makes me feel…so good…”

Chan sneers at your answer, squeezing the sides of your cheeks with an index and thumb, pursing your lips. “Open,” he demands.

You do as you're told, your wet pink muscle sticks out in front of him, fatigue weighing down on your eyelids making them flutter. Chan shifts his mouth, drawing himself closer, harshly spitting back in your mouth. “Now swallow like a good whore.”

Seungcheol groans deep in your pussy, slapping against the side of your thigh and your body flinches, the spit naturally sliding down your throat. With that, Chan presses the back of your head toward him and meets your lips. You moan between the gap of his mouth, his tongue heatedly caressing yours. His hands fall back against your breasts, finding the sensitive peaks between his fingers before pulling and pinching. His deceivingly sweet laughter plays soothingly in your ears.

“Look at you. Can’t fucking control yourself.” He kneads into your flesh, pulling at your bottom lip, the brush of his piercing making the hairs on your neck stand. “Like how he eats you out, hmm? Better than me?”

You have no idea how to answer. Chan has eaten you out a handful of times, all gut wrenchingly delectable, but could you say that in front of Seungcheol? Would that have been mean? Or if it was the other way around?

It’s like Seungcheol is listening when his pace falters, looking up into your gaze from between your legs. His hair falls to his pretty round eyes, a light dusting of red on his face. He offers you a smile, one that blurs the line between sinister and giving. “Tell him, baby. I won’t get hurt, can’t say the same for Chan.”

Chan drags his tongue on the inside of his cheek, glaring back at the other demon but is only met with a smile on their face as he goes back to engorge on your needy pussy. You helplessly bite back a moan, trying to conjure a response. “I like b-both…but right now…S-Seungcheol.”

The victor rewards you with a fiercer round, having you scream out his name before your legs begin to give out on you. Your knees take either side of head and pushes himself deeper in you, his tongue unmercifully fucking the inside of your warmth. Your legs twitch to his side and you end up holding him down. His hand comes down on your clit in retaliation and you flinch with every time he repeats the gesture.

“Mmh, I’m going to–!” Your liquid heat releases from you like cream, riding the surface of his face like the perfect instrument to catch your cum.

Chan only further enhances the sensation by wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, closing the exits for your breaths. “Stupid slut, take his fucking tongue. Warm yourself for a real good fucking time. Say thank you.”

Your vision dulls, gasping for every possible breath. You hold your hands to cover his and squeeze harder around your throat. A smile stretches over your face. “T-thank you…thank you!”

“You listen so fucking well. Only thing you’re good at besides being a good fucking cumslut for me. You gonna take our cum today? Hmm?”

You nod back at him gingerly. “Yes, please, I want your cum. I want all your cum, please.”

Chan forgivingly lets you go. “Seungcheol my turn. Time to get your dick sucked.”

Smug in the face, Seungcheol rests against the bed frame with now your head between his legs. With your chest down and ass up, you simultaneously offer a view for both of them, caressing the length of Seungcheol cock against your cheeks. Chan remains behind you, only this time he gets to fill your pussy, pressing his tongue on the divide of your ass cheeks. “What a perfect fucking pussy.”

“What a perfect little mouth.” Seungcheol adds, stretching out your lips with his fingers, wetting them down to the knuckles, hearing you gag, before bringing them across your cheek. “You let Chan do this to you every day? You’re being a good, perfect slut to Chan? Of all our species?”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole, and just enjoy the show.”

Making you flinch, Chan spits into your pussy, watching it drip down your slit, before running up from the top of your pussy to end in eager licks, a cheek in either hand. You let out one last coherent moment before letting Seungcheol’s cock between your lips, and wrapping tightly around his girth, your pupils rolling back to your skull.

The moisture of your mouth coats the top perimeter of Seungcheol’s cock and he watches with a devilish grin. His bottom lip between his teeth and a brow raising up on his face, feeling you hug tighter around his girth, and the moans muffled around him vibrate against his cock. “Smart little slut, are you?”

His eyes shift in tension, running fingers in your hair until he shows he does it to only push you harder. “Take it. If you can take Chan’s cock, you can most certainly take mine.”

You force his length into your mouth, stretching your cheeks like elastic, and you bobbing yourself down on his cock. Your hands stabilize on his thighs–his thick, firm, rideable thighs–before sliding up his torso, drinking in his sculpted and chiseled abdomen that was hard as rocks. You ingrain the clear image in every wrinkle of your brain, holding on to it like a core memory. If you knew any better, you’d think a god himself sculpted him.

“That’s more like it,” He praises, “See. Multitasking shouldn’t be hard for you.”

Chan finds himself only deeper, lost in your set heat. Tongue gliding effortlessly between your folds, his fingers come behind to join in. That’s when you feel like hell has broken loose. His digits fixate inside your walls, plummeting deeper as a mixture of your arousal and drools dribbling down his chin and seeping out onto the sheets. His cock twitches, feeling the jerk of your hips, flat-handedly coming against the plush of your ass. “You gonna cum again, hmm…” he adds a third finger before he spanks your ass another time, burning hotter than it ever has before, “gonna cum in my mouth like the perfect slut I know you are?”

The delicious tension in your abdomen clenches, holding on to the sensation on his tongue, and letting Seungcheol take free rein of your controls, bouncing your throat over his cock and down his lap. Obscenities leave his lips as if they're in its own language. “Your mouth’s perfect for taking my cock. You like that? Me fucking your dirty mouth? Aren’t I filling you up nicely, little slut? Like you’re made to choke on my cock?”

The venom in the older demon’s words plays a threat to Chan's very existence. He growls in the depths of your heat, distracting you by finding a spot he knows all too well. “Mmp–Ch–”

His name comes out in incoherent, broken language, but he knew it was for him. His digits stretch and move inside you at an unnatural speed, readying your other entrance with a spit on the rim. A familiar sense of gratification enters you, your legs being the first one to discover, but stands tall with Chan’s face pressed against you.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol is about to discover his own enlightenment, holding your head down as his hips come‌ up. He swears he finds euphoria in your throat and his release is home in your body, filling your cheeks to the brim. When he lets go, there’s not a single thought home, your eyes looking off in his direction like a mindless zombie, desperate to suck off the remainder of his cum that is now leaking from the corner of your lips. He lets out an effortless chuckle, caressing the side of your head fondly. “I think I’m starting to get it now.”

“Good, because here's the fun part,” Chan says.

Chan pushes himself up for his hands to spread you wide; your gaping pretty, little holes perfectly in view. He spits one more time at your rim, letting the moisture slide down decadently. Moans escaping him at its glisten, dangling a translucent ribbon from his tongue before slurping it back in his mouth, obnoxiously loud. He then centers the head of his on your tight rim, adjusting to the stretch to his girth, “Mmm, look at that.”

He pushes himself deeper, the felt of your walls are heaven around him, and he jerks against you, grabbing balls of your ass in his hands. “By gods, you’re perfect for me.”

You’re close to moaning Chan’s name again before Seungcheol takes your head to pull you in a kiss, tastes remnants of himself on your tongue, pulling on your hair like a rag doll. “Say his name again, I’ll make sure you forget what it even is. Say mine, only mine.”

He tugs it on your hair a little harder, a whimper leaves your lips. “Got it?”

“Seung—“

Chan’s hand comes down on your ass, interrupting you. “Not on my fucking watch. That kind of disrespect with my cock in your ass? If you’re not saying my name, you’re not saying his.”

“Brat,” Seungcheol chuckles, reuniting in a heated kiss and sure you bruise and blemish the skin of your lips. He pulls you up and folds you up against Chan, having your heated back fit around his perfectly lean and toned muscles, his fingers find your slit one more, along with its slobber flooding around the entrance. “Chan’s so sloppy.”

The younger one scoffs. “My Y/n doesn’t seem to mind. They’re too cock drunk to say otherwise.”

“That I agree with.”

Seungcheol makes it so you lean against Chan, taking your legs up to his side. Your entrance stares back at him in desire as if it has a mind of its own, waiting for him to join the other demon. He doesn’t need to say a thing before he plunges his hard length inside you, and groans gather collectively in the room. He throws his head back slightly, dropping his jaw as he adjusts to your warmth, “S-shit, that feels…fucking good.”

“Like perfection.” Chan comments in a daze, having the other lazily nod in agreement. “Yeah, like perfection.”

Your one arm wraps around Seungcheol’s shoulder, the other around Chan, and you envelop yourself in this unexplainable heat, following the movement of these firm, tense bodies wrapped around your figure like a foil around chocolate. “Fuck…that feels amazing…”

Chan pushes your head against his mouth on your mouth, his groans getting caught down your groan, hands finding back on your breasts, holding with all the willpower in his body. Seungcheol may be sharing this moment with him, but you’ll always be his. He wouldn’t let you forget. You are and were Chan’s first. “Tits…ass…y/n…mine…”

There’s an almost desperation in his tone, almost human like, but the thought vanishes as he thrusts harder into you, your voice rasps in ache, whines soft little ‘Yes’s as he swallows your lips. Your light warm breath from your nose feathers against his cheeks delightfully.

Seungcheol grips you against his sides. He watches your sweet interaction with your long time immortal lover, seeing that smile on your face match Chan’s. It’s almost tender, bittersweet, forbidden. And Seungcheol can’t wait to rip apart its very existence.

He claims your neck, marking your skin much like you’re used to from Chan, and you swallow hard and have that shift in your throat apparent under his lips. He travels down your collarbone and over your shoulders, biting raw into your skin. You shudder, his hips grind into your core at the same time and it’s bliss, pure bliss.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you gasp out and their cocks go rampant up your body in an uneven rhythm.

Your bodies collapse on your bed. Chan ensures he’s still connected to you and kisses you with vigor, angst, obsession as his arms loop and clutch around your body. Seungcheol’s legs come around your legs to push deeper and harder. “You like that, don’t you? Two cocks fucking you full?”

“Taking two of our cocks like my perfect cockslut…my cock in your ass, his in your pussy…that gonna make you cum? You want us to fill your pretty ass and pussy with cum?”

You nod, your hand grasping for Seungcheol to come against your side. Your bodies mesh against enough, impossible to find when your individual selves started and where it ended.

“Well, you better take our cum,” Chan says, “fuck you full with cum from both ends. Breed you until you’re full, hmm? That what you want?”

“Yes, please. I want you to cum inside me,” you plead, tears running down your eyes, “Breed me please. I want–need it so badly.”

“Don’t regret it,” Seungcheol responds darkly.

Your eyes twitch until they close, body convulsing between the two warm cushions. Sounds leave your mouth but no words, only desperate to hold on to the little to no sanity left in your body as they fill you out. Chan is the first to leave his last thrusts, depositing hot, milky ribbons that leak from your backside when he pulls out. It's an image to behold. On the other side, Seungcheol gets a parallel image, the prettiest cunt adorned with white honey, caressing your sensitive folds from all angles. Your breaths begin to even out and energy visibly drains from your body.

You’re malleable, you're weak, you’re lifeless, like the light in your eyes was losing its presence, replaced with a darkness Seungcheol couldn’t quite explain. There’s only the life in your breath that proves you were alive, but in reality, your mind and consciousness are long gone. You should’ve perished like the others, and if Seungcheol was being honest, he thought Chan held himself back to extend this relationship, but no. It was your sheer will that kept you alive.

Seungcheol is beginning to understand Chan was right. There is truth in the younger demon’s words, and even now he had a hard time to believe it. The situation made Chan into some sweet love-stricken puppy, but far from it. Its power disguised as love and somehow you became a limitless, renewable fuel. You had no end and still it was enthralling, validating, addicting. Seungcheol was impressed, and now he wasn’t sure he'd get enough of it.

You had to be his.

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jangse0hye0n · 4 months

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Undress

Word count: 1053

Pairing: Park Wonbin x f!idol reader

Warnings: Suggestive content (not smut but still MDNI), swearing, pet names, (let me know if there are others)

Scenario: During the MMAs, sitting at the artist area, she couldn't keep her eyes off from her boyfriend, especially when he's wearing that outfit.

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Watching your boyfriend from the side of the stage as he performs his new song at the MMAs, you couldn’t help but stare at him with heart eyes. Your boyfriend, Park Wonbin, member of Riize, is currently performing Talk Saxy and lets just say you were about to pay whoever styled them for tonight a big amount of money. He looked ever so gorgeous, he was wearing a dress shirt with a tie under a vest, and had his sleeves rolled up, which gave room for his gloves. Not to mention before this he just performed a guitar solo, if you weren’t in front of many other celebrities you would’ve been foaming at the mouth and on your knees for him.

But of course the public couldn’t know about your relationship so you had to keep your reactions to a minimum, which was hard given how good he looked while he was dancing. You were fully restraining yourself from going all crazy over your boyfriend, truly it was a challenge. “Only a couple more hours” you thought to yourself, only a couple more hours until you can finally talk to him freely back stage. Boy was that couple of hours long as fuck.

Riize as a group was sitting in front of you in the artist area, and you were trying to focus on the performances and not your boyfriend that was sitting a mere couple meters from you. Finally the award show was over, and god were you so happy. You faked a stomach ache during the end so you could get backstage quicker, your members not questioning you as they witnessed you trying to hold yourself back earlier during Wonbin’s performance.

You practically ran backstage and went into your dressing room looking for your phone, once you got it, you texted Wonbin to go in there. While you waited for him, you scrolled on twitter, boy were you drooling now. Fan site pictures of Wonbin were being released one by one, you had to sit on the couch that was in the dressing room before you fainted at the sight of your boyfriend. You continued to scroll and even saved some of the pictures to your phone.

Not long after you heard someone open the door and close it very quickly, as if they didn’t want anyone to see that they went into your dressing room. Without looking up from your phone you said “lock the door” to the person. “What’s the emergency?” a deep voice asked you, and you proceed to show them your phone screen very dramatically. “You, you’re the emergency. Do you know how hard I was trying to contain myself out there?” You said dramatically at your boyfriend Wonbin who was now staring at himself on your phone, he laughed a very amused laugh as he sat next to you.

“Well I guess my outfit today is very, uh much huh princess?” he asked you while raising an eyebrow. You playfully hit him as you felt yourself getting weaker at the sight of him. “I hate you” you crossed your arms and looked away from him, mainly so you don't rip off his clothes. “Oh do you know? Hard to believe that darling” he whispered into your ear and in one swift move he lifted you up onto his lap. “Tell me princess, what do you want hm?” either his voice was getting deeper or you were about to faint.

“I… I want to take all this” pointing to his outfit “off of you” you said, not really conscious at this point, now that he’s so close to you. “My baby wants to undress me huh?” he teased you and as you nod, his smile grew wider. “Well then…” he bit the edge of his glove and slid it off his hand while staring into your eyes “care to help me princess? Will you be a good girl and help me take this off?” you couldn’t handle his teasing at this point you could go crazy.

You nodded quickly and bit your lip to contain any noises that might come out of your mouth, reminding yourself that there are still people outside. Wonbin, who already took off his gloves, gave you the green light to do whatever you wanted to, he usually would be the one doing the undressing, but in this case he had to give in to you. How could he not? He was so amused that his girlfriend was so head over heels for him that she wanted to undress him that bad.

You started at his vest, unbuttoning it one by one. Once you were done, he took it off so the next parts would be easier for you. Then you went to loosen his tie, and pull it over his head, throwing it to the side. He didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time, focused on your pretty face as your hands did unholy things to him. Lastly you began to unbutton his shirt, while you were doing this, he caressed your cheek softly. He couldn’t help it, he himself right now can’t really contain himself from ripping your dress off of you.

You were finally done, and you opened his shirt to see his toned body, running your fingers down his chest to his abs. “My eyes are up here princess” he chuckled as you looked like you were about to drool all over him. He looked at your unfocused face, clearly very distracted by his body. “C’mere pretty” he pulled you closer and connected your lips. His hands that were once on your waist, go down to your hips and eventually onto your ass.

You moaned a bit as he squeezed your ass and you could feel his lips turn into a smirk as you did that. “We can’t do this here” he said a bit out of breath, he knows that both of your reputations are on the line right now. The high risk of getting caught wasn’t worth it. You whined as you started to grind on him, he groaned and held you in place. “Princess… be patient” he warned you with a stern tone. You being the needy girlfriend was still whining in his arms. “Be quiet or I won't let you cum tonight”

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Pinned Down [Soft Dom!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: For “training” purposes (and to prove a point) you ask that the insufferable Avenger!Loki pins you to the ground. Pure sexual tension and shameless Loki thirst smut. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Soft!Dom Loki. Language. Light(ish) Smut. Dry humping. Extreme Loki thirst.

"Absolutely not."

Loki’s eyes didn’t move from the page of his book when he spoke. His focused gaze running between words fluidly as you remained with your arms folded in front of him, standing your ground.

"I did it with Steve earlier, I made him shake. And he wasn’t holding back, either..." you said confidently, looking down at the serene God of Mischief as he slowly uncrossed his legs. Finally, you had his attention.

He snapped the novel closed theatrically with one hand, the sound like a leather paddle meeting skin, looking down at the item with an amused smirk flirting at the corners of his mouth.

"I think it far more likely that our valiant Captain took pity on your efforts and conceded to let you think you had achieved even a minutia of ground in order to bolster your spirits, don’t you?"

He really was insufferable.

"besides," he continued, finally deigning to look up at you with those ridiculously hypnotising eyes which saw everything and revealed nothing, "I am much stronger than “Steve” – therefore again, in the interests of this realm’s beloved health and safety I repeat...absolutely not."

You saw a flash of something, a glint of daring in the kaleidoscope of blue and green reflecting back at you. A challenge.

"Thor would do it."

You smiled politely as he grimaced beneath your words, sucking in the hollow of his cheekbones as he restrained a rebuttal. You doubled down.

"I think you’re scared that I’ll overpower you. And then you wouldn’t be able to tell me how much stronger you are than everyone else all the time."

A forced grin spread across his unbearably handsome face, the contrived mirth of a chuckle which didn’t reach his eyes filling the air.

"Overpower me? My dear. I am a god."

"So you keep saying," you bent towards him, an eyebrow raising as you saw his gaze harden in anticipation, "so prove it."

He reclined back on the common room sofa, his eyebrows furrowed in interest as he re-considered your request. His forefinger curled to his lips. You could see his mind flickering through the nuances of your statement, trying to pinpoint the true nature of it as his brow softened, his eyes quizzical and fierce.

"So tell me again, what is it exactly you wish me to do?"

Before answering his question, you pushed one of the singular armchairs nearby across the floor to make space. Lying on your back on the carpet, you propped up on your elbows. You wouldn’t let him back out now.

"I want you to pin me down, Loki, and I have to move you. That’s it."

Anticipating a sarcastic comment, you raised a finger as he inhaled sharply – a precursor to one of his condescending quips.

"For obvious reasons," you continued "all which I am fully aware of...moving you counts as any wavering, shaking or general...well, movement...of your body from your initial position, however small."

You stared at him resolutely. You didn’t understand why he had to be such an arse about every little thing.

Loki leant forward in silence, his impossibly toned biceps straining against his Armani suit. He slid his forearms tantalisingly towards his knees while regarding you with increasing amusement.

You sighed. Time for the ace card.

"It’s important for my training. I’ve been getting so much stronger – I need to keep testing myself…" you pouted, hoping that even the alpha males of Asgard weren’t immune to a doe eyed damsel in distress, "...please?"

Wordlessly, he stood; striding over to tower above you as you lay on the floor – your feet flat against the carpet, thighs raised.

"Let it be known that I am doing this under duress", his deep tone flanked with caution as he ran his tentative eyes over your waiting body.

You watched as he removed his jacket, throwing it haphazardly over the discarded chair. Loki rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal those unacceptably delicious bare forearms as he loftily pondered how to arrange himself.

"Oh will you just get on me", you huffed.

Muttering irritated phrases in tones too low for you to decipher, he complied – stepping one foot over your stomach as you stared pointedly at the ceiling.

After raising your arms over your head, your gaze was unavoidably drawn to the sight of Loki gracefully bringing his body down to meet yours. The sound of those strong knees hitting the floor with a soft thump as his frame encased you. His large hands planting firmly on the carpet beside your shoulders, fingertips sinking soundlessly into the soft pile.

You realised that however close he was, he wasn’t actually touching you. His hips hovered above yours, supported by muscled calves that ghosted the sides of your ass; his thighs spread widely as he contemplated the next step.

"Are you ready?"

The same words that Steve had delivered this morning, in the same position, were loaded with something heavier from Loki’s tongue. Indecipherable weight hung to them like coal smoke in the air. A wave rose in your belly like going over the crest of a hill in the backseat of a car.

"I’m ready", you replied quietly, the words no more than a whisper.

Carefully his hips lowered to meet your pelvis, pressing into you flatly as his immense thighs tightened at your sides. They braced against your lower ribs. You exhaled with force; his weight increasing momentarily as he moved his dexterous hands to grip your wrists separately above your head. He centred himself so that you were absolutely and completely pinned to the ground, pinned underneath his unrelenting form.

"Y/N, I forgot to ask...what’s in this for me?" he waxed coyly as you resisted the urge to headbutt him.

"Pride, I suppose…" you muttered as you adjusted to the load above you, your body aching against the pressure of his palms forcing your forearms to sink into the carpet.

"I have too much of that already, darling. We’ll have to think of something else."

You closed your eyes, feeling the pure strength of the smooth hands binding your wrists in their grasp. The snug grip of his solid hips pressed flush to your core as you began to attempt to gain any purchase beneath him.

That godly ass you had admired many times in stolen moments between wishing he would remove his unendurable self from your vicinity rested immovable against the fronts of your thighs. You tried to push your hips upwards, your body keening for space as it was forced to the floor.

"Fuuuck" you grunted, the initial frustration of defeat burning despite its expectation.

Soft laughter floated from above you as your eyes snapped open, searing into the face hanging inches from yours.

"You’ll need to overpower me first, love" he taunted.

Loki’s black curls were tucked behind his ears, the forced smiles from earlier forgotten as he relished you pinned underneath him, under his superiority. From this angle, his facial features were completely aligned – his strong jaw outlined by ludicrous cheekbones. The bridge of his nose was parallel to the line of his gaze as he penetrated you with a delighted stare from bright eyes.

You rolled your eyes, straining your arms against his hold. You groaned against the pressure in your shoulders from the aching constraint, pushing upward with your hips. You fought for what felt like an age to gain any momentum, any reserve of strength which could compete against the god holding you still who was infuriatingly at ease in his motionless state, not even trying.

"Oh…" a disappointed glint flitted across Loki’s eyes as your stomach flipped...had he felt something?

"...I just realised I could have brought my book, it looks like I just needed one hand. What a shame…", he drawled as he grinned at you smugly.

You let out an exasperated sigh, going limp underneath him.

"OK, I give up, I’m not ready for you after all, it seems..." you mumbled through gritted teeth. Annoyance littered every syllable as another smirk twitched at the corner of Loki’s lips at your confession, his tongue darting across them as he considered your words.

"I don’t think so, love – you asked for this. So you’re going to make me move."

You suddenly became very aware of your breathing, slow, heavy exhales escaping your throat as your eyebrows knitted towards the god above you. His eyes were unreadable except for his obvious enjoyment of your defeat.

"I can’t, Loki…" you whined, turning your cheek to rest against the carpet, bored with the game now that your earlier confidence was tattered, a flutter of nerves rising in your stomach as you avoided his eyes.

"Oh come now darling...", his biceps strained underneath the snug fit of his shirt as he flexed his elbows to bend deeper towards you, his breath warm in your ear, "there’s more than one way to move a man."

You turned your head slowly, your nose brushing his before he pressed his arms upwards once more away from you. The expanse of his brow dipping towards you as a mess of curls tumbled into view. Now that you weren’t trying to free yourself, your body flooded with unbidden feelings as you assessed the situation.

The scent of him lingered in your nostrils from his brief descent, clinging to his hair as rogue strands brushed your cheeks. An intoxicating mix of amber and leather flushed through your bloodstream, inflaming the path to your groin. Your aching hips tried to rise involuntarily to thrust into him, his firm weight preventing it.

You ran your eyes down the impressive torso hanging over you. The thick muscular expanse of his chest mouthwateringly positioned in your eyeline. Flat lines of his form tucked neatly to that immaculately fitted shirt hiding the deliciously defined abdomen underneath. Those unyielding stomach muscles ran to the creases in his hips, a tight angle to his thighs, long thick femurs bulging with power, gripping you mercilessly.

Fuck.

You tried to squirm as an uncomfortable wetness grew between your restrained legs. your thighs still spread in a static missionary position underneath the unbearable man above you. He could now add unbearably hot to his ever-growing list of unbearable qualities.

"Use your words, darling."

His usual smarm was tinged with a lustful edge as those keen eyes glinted down at you – or was that your imagination?

You could feel a flush rising awkwardly in your cheeks as he moved his hips minutely against yours, his crotch grinding lightly against your pelvic mound. Pressing your lips together, you prayed a moan would not escape them as you tried once more to free your hands from his firm grip.

"Sometimes", he enunciated softly above your struggles, "the most effective way to gain control of a situation…"

His calves squeezed purposefully against the sides of your ass. His thighs slid forward as his hips dragged an inch up your stomach. It pulled against your mound, forcing the hood of your clit to shift with a pent up explosion from the bundle of swollen nerves. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his, deep pools of darkened and suddenly insatiable desire,

"...is to give in to it."

You couldn’t help it. A pathetic moan rose from deep in your throat as he repeated his movement. Loki towed his hips firmly across your lower body with excruciating precision, exposing your clit mercilessly against the friction of your leggings. He controlled the source of your desire from inches away. He wasn’t even touching it, smug bastard.

Elevating your head slightly, you cast your dizzying gaze to his hips which were poised to flex again across your form. The outline of his huge, hardened cock clearly visible, straining against his suit trousers as he dominated you. You gasped.

You had heard stories about what the God of Mischief had in his pants, but nothing could have prepared you for its presence so temptingly and unexpectedly close to you. The firm outline was thickened against the fabric, begging to be wielded inside your desperately wet channel as you lay prostrate beneath him, hands above your head like a sacrifice.

He observed your eyes widening with a knowing smirk. Loki flexed his elbows to bend towards you once again, his grip never leaving your wrists. Lowering his solid abs to press against your chest, he rubbed his hardened length once, purposefully, across the point of your hipbone.

"Ohhh, Y/N…" he moaned gratefully as his cock dragged firmly across your skin. Your name shuddered wantonly into your ear from his lips like nectar, ‘it seems you have caused me to shake after all…’

You groaned beneath him as he buried his face into your neck. A growl of need thundering lowly in your ear as he towed his enormous manhood firmly against your hip once more. The change in his position allowed to you keen up into him, your grateful hips finding solace against his crotch as you desperately sought relief.

"Loki…" you moaned shamelessly, his angular face appearing in front of yours with curiosity flickering in his sharp, lustful gaze.

"I think we should stop" you panted. The realisation that you were dry humping a colleague in the common room suddenly at the forefront of your mind, however inconveniently.

A low chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his deft fingers squeezing around your wrists.

"Dinner."

Your brow crinkled as you processed the unexpected statement, "I’m sorry?"

"Dinner." he repeated, his eyebrow raised as he enjoyed your confusion, "My prize. I wish to have dinner with you."

He released your wrists from their fleshy prison, another moan escaping you as blood rushed to your hands. Your fingers tingled as the ache subsided. You sat up, rubbing them intermittently as Loki rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck as you eyed him suspiciously.

"I would dispute the fact that you won, actually. Technically I made your body move so…"

Your words were a deflection, a feeble attempt to diffuse the sexual charge in the air that threatened to overwhelm you. Loki was unconvinced. His hand reached around your waist, pulling you to him with that vice-like grip you were intimately familiar with. He drew you close as your face tilted upwards, your lips poised to press against his at his command.

"Dispute all you wish," he chucked, "I welcome the discussion. And perhaps after dinner, we can have a re-match…"

Loki's eyes smouldered with innuendo as you shuddered in his arms, the hot wetness between your thighs taunting you as you clenched involuntarily, "...in my chambers, this time."

Your hand ran down his chest, fluidly finding it’s way past his toned hips to the tops of his thighs as his breath hitched. Your fingers brushing lightly over the thick, hard length still snug against his in-seam. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he hissed with need under the pressure of your palm, flashing dangerously as you raised your gaze to his coyly.

"Be careful, darling", his seductive voice laced with warning, "I won’t go as easy on you next time."

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Collared part 30

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Dean tries to teach you to use an angel blade.

Warnings: none particularly

Word count: 1.4k

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“Are you still looking for Azaneth?” you asked the next morning at breakfast, sitting on your cushion on the floor.

“Yes,” Dean answered honestly. “Something on your mind?”

“Umm, I want to learn how to defend myself.”

“Sweetheart, I ain't intending for you to see him unless he's safely restrained. We don't need to put you through that again.”

You nodded. “I, umm, I’d still like to know.”

He studied your face for a second. He wondered if your hesitation was because you were worried about his reaction, worried about Azaneth, or something else. Then he thought that maybe it was just because you were asking for something for yourself, which always seemed hard for you. “Ok, I’ll teach you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

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Dean took you to the gym. “Alright, this is an angel blade. Kills angels and demons. Maybe some other stuff too, but that’s not the point. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He handed it to you, handle first. “Alright, swish it around a little, get a feel for the weight.” You did so, and immediately dropped it. It clattered to the floor. You squealed and jumped back, trying to avoid cutting off your own toes. “Christ,” he muttered.

“Sorry, the handle was slippery!”

“It’s called a hilt, not a handle. Maybe we should start with something a little less sharp or you’re going to end up with no feet. I’ll be back, gonna see if we have practice daggers or something.”

He eventually came back with two plastic kids toy swords. “These are from a time we had to dress up and sneak into a Halloween party. We’ll have to find something a bit weightier another time, but for now we can practise some moves.”

He taught you a few basic blocking moves, but you could tell you weren’t very good. You felt dispirited, depressed that you couldn’t even hold a blade much less wield one.

“Hey, hey,” Dean interrupted your thoughts. “None of that. I can see you getting all up in your head. You’re not doing badly, you’re just not used to it. You do not go to one swimming lesson and the next minute bring home a Michael Phelps medal haul from the Olympics. Same thing for ganking monsters.”

You smiled weakly, appreciating his attempts at humour but struggling to get out of your emotions.

“Come on, Bambi, I’ll let you pick what’s for dinner.”

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You had to expect it. You’d been the one to bring up Azaneth that day, after all. So when the nightmares came again that night, you only had yourself to blame.

You shivered in your blanket on the floor. You couldn’t shake the image of him towering over you, ready to strike. Even better, now your subconscious had helpfully added the imagery of you dropping the angel blade the instant you held it. Thanks for the vote of confidence, self.

You tried to lie down again, but every time you closed your eyes you saw him. You were so very alone.

Tears sprung to your eyes.

You thought about your options. You didn’t want to go drinking again. That hadn’t really helped last time anyway. Dean had told you to wake him up if you had a nightmare, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of doing it. It was too embarrassing, too personal, too… much.

You gathered your blanket and pillow and headed to the corridor. You needed to be able to hear them, to feel less alone.

You found your spot in front of Dean’s door. You could hear his light snoring, his movement. It was reassuring, there was someone else around. Someone who knew exactly how to fight demons.

You curled up and fell asleep.

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Sam turned down the corridor to his room and stopped in his tracks. You were curled up, with a blanket and pillow, against Dean’s door. His heart broke for you.

He crept back around the corner and pulled out his phone, quickly pulling up Dean on the speed dial.

“Wasswrong?” Dean slurred after the second ring. Sam heard the faint click of a gun and knew Dean was getting ready to come charging out.

“Shh,” Sam said. “It’s nothing dangerous.”

“Ok. Why’d you wake me up then?”

“Y/N is asleep outside your door.”

“What?”

“She’s curled up, on the floor. Against your door. I think she’s done it before, I’ve seen her going into her room with a blanket first thing in the morning before.”

“Oh man, poor kid. Alright, thanks.”

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Dean put his gun back under his pillow, his phone on the bedside table, and then crossed quietly to the door. He gently eased it open, not sure if you’d be leaning against it, but it didn’t feel any heavier.

You looked so peaceful in your sleep, but it was heartbreaking that you were doing so on the floor in the corridor. Something must’ve upset you to bring you out here. He wished you felt comfortable enough to just wake him up when you were upset, instead of trying to find your own coping mechanisms. Still, he’d take finding you sleeping in weird places over finding you drunk at 8:30am.

He crouched down and gently touched your shoulder. “Heya, Bambi,” he said quietly.

Your eyes flew open. He dropped his hand, worried at the panicked look on your face.

“Sorry for waking you up, but it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re ok.”

You seemed to take a deep breath and then nodded, the wild look in your eyes gone now that you had worked out he was no threat.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” You bit your lip and looked at the ground. He guessed you were embarrassed. “It’s ok, I just want to make sure you’re ok.” You still didn’t respond. “Was it another nightmare?”

You nodded, once.

“Does it make you feel better to sleep out here rather than in your room?”

You nodded again.

“Do you want to come sleep in my room? Or in Sammy’s?” You brought your knees to your chest and buried your head in them. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m sorry if I scared you, but I thought it might be better than sleeping in the corridor.”

You paused, and then gave a tiny nod.

“Ok, you nod for which one you want. Sammy’s room? My room?” You nodded slightly when he said his room. “Ok sweetheart, let’s get you set up. We can make this more comfy than a blanket on the floor.”

He quickly went to your room and gathered some of the bedding he’d put in there for you, bringing it back to his room. “Now, just because I moved this stuff doesn’t mean you have to stay in here. If at any point you want me to move it back, or take it to Sam’s, or take it anywhere else in the bunker, you just tell me. You can wake me up if you need. I won’t mind at all.”

You trailed after him into his room, clutching your pillow to your chest. The blanket dangled down onto the floor from where it was clutched in one hand. He wanted to gather you in his arms and hug you, but he wasn’t sure you wanted that, and he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were.

“Do you want to be closer to the door or further away?” You nodded to further away, so he took your bedding the other side of his bed. He set it all up for you, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.

“Is that ok?”

You nodded again, before saying very quietly, “Thank you.”

“Any time, sweetheart. Now, if my snoring annoys you, or if anything at all happens, you wake me up, ok?”

You seemed hesitant to move, so he turned around and started to climb back into bed, hoping that you’d be more confident without him watching your every move. It worked. Once you seemed settled in your bedding, he asked, “Do you want me to leave the lamp on or turn it off?”

“Off, please,” you mumbled.

“Ok, good night, Bambi.”

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You lay in the dark, listening to Dean’s breathing. You felt so much better to be in here, with him between you and the door and his reassuring sounds that you weren’t alone.

You drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

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dre6ming · 2 years

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Our very last kiss

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Part II - I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: smut 18+, unclear consent, depression, anxiety, cursing, medication use, crying….oh I hope that’s it~let me know if I missed something

Plot: you’re a 21 year old actress and you get casted to play Priscilla in the new Elvis biopic. You fall for Austin, but it ends up that he only thought you were going method with him, so when filming ends so does your relationship. For him at least.

Word count: 4400

Disclaimer: this story was inspired but Taylor Swift’s song “Wildest dreams” I’m not making any assumptions about anything. Also I wrote an Austin that is far from who I hope he is in real life.

Pain. You've felt it before. You and pain have sat down and chatted like old friends many times. But at some point pain would get bored, get up and leave, so that the healing could begin and you would get to meet up with other feelings again. This time though? Well this time pain was stubborn, it doesn't seem to want to ever leave. It has brought with it some new tools as well, little gimmicks to use on you body, so that everyone could know you were dining with pain. Everyone but that one person. That one mass of flesh, blood and bones. How could he not see? You used to scream that question at the sky, you used to pray for an answer but it never came.

You knew from the beginning it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. And you tried, you'll give yourself that much credit, but somewhere along the way you stopped restraining yourself. Now you eat mouthfuls of the dish you prepared.

You close your eyes trying to push back the tears from your eyes. You don't know how it's possible to cry anymore, how you still physically have any power to do that. You want to physically rip your heart out and start slicing it with a blunt kitchen knife, but that's not possible. Instead you open your eyes again, look pain dead in those black eyes and speak.

"Let me tell you the story of how I got here. How I was stupid to believe. Stupid to let myself go. Stupid to love. Stupid, stupid, stupid, so FUCKING stupid"

It started so simple and cliché, because it started with him smiling at you.

It's your first day of filming and to say you're nervous and scared would be understatement. This is your first big thing. Playing Priscilla Presley is a scary, exiting and overwhelming task. You worry that your very little experience and young age might be an obstacle in doing justice to the amazing person she is. You are only 21 and you've acted in some other small projects, but never something this big and highly anticipated. You are mortified at the thought of stepping foot on that set and making a fool of yourself. "Ok we're done!" The make up artist says putting her brushes away.

You get up from the makeup chair, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress. The first scene you'll film is the one where Elvis and Priscilla are in his room in Germany listening to music while she babbles on about her parents.

You try calm your heart as you walk, but nothing helps, it feels like your chest might explode with the pressure inside it. Biting your nails, you read over the script, making sure to have it tattooed in your brain. "Hi, nice to see you again!" A hand comes in sight, starched out for you to shake. You take it and pray that your palm is just slightly sweaty and not uncomfortably drenched with nerves. "Hi" it's Austin standing In from of you, dressed in military uniform, hair sleeked back and smile as bright as the last time you saw him, at the last table read you attended. That was over a few weeks ago.

"Are you ready for the scene?" The question catches you off guard. Is he asking that so make conversation or to make sure you don't screw up? It must be the later. "Yeah, of course." You try to hide the tremble in your voice by laughing a bit, but that only comes out as a strangled sound. You blush terribly and look away. "Hey, it's going to be fine, alright?" He crooks his head to the side to look you in the eyes. You can see how honest he is.

You nod and go to move some hair behind your ear, but quickly slam the hand back on your lap, you can't ruin your hair. "Okay" Austin lets go of your hand, placing both his hand in the pockets of his pants, smiling at you. You didn't miss the way his eyes looked you over from head to toe. "Alright people, Austin on your mark, on the floor. (Y/n) you begin at the window, come on now. Let's move!" Baz says. Shaking your head and making yourself shift into character, you take your position and start the scene.

Several takes over the next 3 to 4 hours are necessary to complete the scene. You were the one always messing up. 'Too stiff' that called you. By the time the take number 105 and the 3rd hour rolled around you could see that the nice attitude Austin presented himself with, had dissolved into one of annoyance. He was nice enough to not say anything, but his body language spoke volumes. The constant eye rolls, sighs, huffs and scowls, told you how over the whole situation he was.

Eventually you managed to get a few good takes, so Baz let you go home for the day. You feel bad that you get to go home, while Austin has to stay behind for some more shots. "That's it miss, you're free." With your hair down and face red from the makeup being removed, you make your way over to costumes. "Hi I'm here to change?" You say quietly, so you don't disturb anyone. The lady doesn't even look at you and motions for you to go in the changing room. "Put the clothes nicely on the hanger!" Is all she says as you move. You struggle with the zipper of your dress for several minutes, before letting out a defeated cry. "I'm sorry, can someone help my, I can't reach the zipper.

You close you eyes, sure no one heard you, so when a pair of hands goes to the back of your dress and slides the zipper down, you almost jump out of your skin. Looking behind you to thank the person helping, you almost faint at the sight of Austin, still in his costume. "Thank you!" You say trying to fight the blush rising to your cheeks. "No problem, darlin'" the Elvis voice still with him, makes you shiver and when a hand comes to sit on your lower back, brushing some of the skin there, the breath gets caught in your lungs. "Don't worry about today, it was only your first scene, I sure it'll get better." He leans forward a bit to speak straight into your ear. Goosebumps form all over your skin. No man has even been this close to you.

You slowly nod your head as he removes his hand, turns around and leaves. You're stuck, frozen, not one muscle in your body want to move. Quickly, with shaky hands you undress yourself and get into your comfortable sweat set. Leaving the dress up on the hanger, you run out of there. You don't know how you do it, but you somehow ignore the ache in your body and keep running. The next moments are a blur, until your head hits the pillow in the hotel room and you can finally cry. Sleep is kind enough to you that it comes fast and easy, but your dreams are relentless.

The next morning you wake up dressed in the same clothes as the ones you changed into after filming yesterday. Looking at the watch on the nightstand you see it's only 9am. Taking a hot shower hoping to wash the shame and the embarrassment off of you.

You know it's coming, you feel it, so later when you’re in the makeup chair and Baz walks is you brace yourself. 'Don't cry, don't cry' you repeat over and over again in your head. "(Y/n) dear, I want to know what's wrong? Hm? Come on talk to me, I know something's up. Your audition tapes were the best impressions of Priscilla I've seen." He's here to fire you, you know that. "I'm just nervous, I don't want to mess up" you blink back tears. Baz's face says he gets it, but still it doesn't mean he won't fire you. "Nothing to be scared of here, we're all a team. If you mess up, it's fine. Have you tried talking to Austin? He's going to be your partner for 90% of the scene, warming up to him might help." He suggests brushing a reassuring hand up and down your shoulder. "I'll try" you say as he leaves.

Today ends up being hectic, 10 different costume changes, hair and make up being done and redone 5 or 6 times. You are tiered, but pleased with your performance today, it wasn't the best, but way better than yesterday. On painfully sore legs you make your way to Austin's trailer, hoping he hasn't left.

You stare at the door, you can see the light in there, meaning he hasn't left. Before you can gather up enough courage to knock, the door swings open, revealing an Austin with damp hair crowning his head, white shirt lose on his shoulders and light wash jeans dressing his legs. He looks so good, he always looks good, but it's mostly Elvis good and rarely Austin good. You don't know if what you're thinking makes sense, but you snap out of it when you see his lips move. "I'm sorry what?" You say brushing a hand through your hair.

He chuckles lightly stepping out of the trailer and closing the door. "I said, can I help you?" You blush and take a few steps back, tightening your hold on you bag. "Um I was wondering, Baz suggested that we talk, you know get friendly. So I was just, I mean you know, but it's fine if you can't, I-, just, yeah..." nothing of what you say makes sense and he's laughing. He's laughing at you. Your face falls and it dawns on you how stupid he must think you are. Pathetic.

When Austin sees the change in your attitude, he stops laughing. "Just breathe (Y/n)." You do that, but it doesn't help. "Come on try again, slowly, you can do it." He chuckles a bit, resting his hands on his hips, waiting for you. "Would you maybe want to grab a drink?" You ask so quietly, he turns he's ear towards you to make sure he heard right. He seems to give it some thought and then nods. "Sure, come on I'll drive!" He starts walking and your just left there, standing, until he turns to look at you with a big grin on his face. You take that as your sign to move.

You actually have a good time at the bar with Austin, turns out he was a lot nicer than you thought. He encourages you, telling you about the kind words Priscilla said to him when they met. You two end up talkin until late at night, when the bar is almost empty and he looks at his watch surprised to see the late hour. As you stand up to follow him, you feel the 4 martinis you had, go straight to your legs, numbing them. Losing your balance you lean on him and his hands go to your waist to hold you up. Your breath gets caught in you lungs once again. You've never had a man hold you like this. Not outside the filming studio at least, never unscripted.

That night you acknowledge the fact that now things will be a lot more difficult, since you can't erase the feeling of Austin's hands on you.

After that night you two keep talking, as it turns out you have lots in common. You both love books, long walks, coffee without sugar and you both agree that the last season of "Game of thrones" never happened. You become close friends and filming gets easier, but you can't stop the crush that you develop. One night you decide to spend at his apartment drinking, while he forces you to watch "the lord of the rings", since you've never seen it.

The wine goes to your head very fast and you can't stop yourself when you talk. "Why are you so handsome? Hm? It's not fair, your girl is very lucky. You're nice too, whole package deal." Austin laughs blushing. Blushing?! No it can't be. "I don't have a girl." He says. He comes closer in the couch to you, takes the glass from your hands and puts it on the coffee table. Grabbing your face in his hands, he looks you dead in the eyes. "So pretty satnin" the pet name used by Elvis makes you feel lightheaded. Never does it cross your mind it's weird for his to call you that.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, lips so close to yours, you can taste his breath. Nodding you close your eyes and try to hear something else than the heart beating in your ears. Threading your fingers in his soft hair, your bring his head closer. The kiss is slow, sweet and when his tongue brushes your bottom lip, a whimper escapes you, letting him in to explore. He's fast to grab your waist and put you on his lap, straddling his hips. Austin’s hands move to your breasts, kneading them. You moan in his mouth, the feeling is euphoric, you've never done this before, no one has ever touched you like this, made you feel like this.

When he starts to lift up your shirt, it hits you like a wall, so you push his hands off, get up from his lap and stumble to the ground. He looks confused at you, pupils blown, chest heaving. "You ok?" He asks, picking up his wine glass to drink some. You want to cry. You don't feel tipsy anymore, quite the opposite, you feel wide awake. "Yeah!" You slowly get up from the floor and start looking for your things. You want to go. "Hey." He says taking your hands in his, stoping you from running circles around the living room. "It's ok, I get it, we're costars, you want to keep it professional. I should've known better then to do that while you're clearly intoxicated."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "No, it's not that. I just.." he's eyebrows draw together. "You just?" He asks trying to make some sense of what you're trying to say. "I've never..." you look down embarrassed to admit you're a almost 22 year old virgin. You are not even sure why you're embarrassed by it, you've never felt life that about it before. "Oh, oh, it's fine, we don't have to rush." Your eyes snap up at him. You don't have to rush? So he plans for it to happen at one point? You don't know what to say so you just nod. The night goes on like nothing happened, you watch the movies and then go to your place to sleep. But you can't sleep, you're up all night wondering if he really felt the same.

As the filming progresses, you two keep close, not putting a label on what it is that you are doing. Stealing kisses everywhere, hot make out sessions behind closed doors, cuddling at night. You can't help the love that grows in your heart.

Eventually one day when the two of you are cuddled up in bed, watching "The office" you let it slip. "I think I love you!" You say, anxiety rising as you wait for him to say something. Austin just stays quiet, frozen in place, as you lay on his side, head on his chest. You're slowly dying, the silence eating at your heart. He then moves, flipping you over. Hovering over you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He kisses you, a hungry, hurried kiss.

Your mind gets fuzzy with the feeling of the position you're in. You feel his hips slowly grinding against you. You moan and he moves to kiss your neck. You're too caught up to say stop now. So you go with it. Hands traveling down to take his shirt off. He's beautiful and you can't believe he likes you like this. Austin and you move like this for a while, removing clothing items in between kisses and tender touches. The feeling of skin on skin is so new, exiting and scary. You're afraid you won't be able to make him feel good, being so inexperienced as you are. "It's going it be okay, baby, it'll feel so good, promise!" He says caressing your face, trying to calm down the nerves.

Austin moves off of you, extending a hand to the nightstand drawer. Retrieving the condom, he sits up on his knees, pumps himself a few times and then rolls it on. Coming back on top of you he kisses you, slowly moving his hips so you can feel him. Grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers, he brings his mouth to your ear. "This will hurt for a minute, but it'll pass, princess." You tremble with anticipation. Austin kisses you again, this time to swallow your cries as he pushes in you. It's slow, but it hurt, it hurts so bad, you try to fight his hands to push him away, but his stronger.

When he bottoms you, he goes to kiss away the tears falling down your cheeks. "Breathe satnin, breathe" he says, again the pet name escaping you mind, as you are to focused on the pain. After some time, Austin pulls his hips away from you and you hiss in pain. "Hurts!" You say through gritted teeth, hands still held in place by his. "I know, it'll pass" it's all he says as he starts a slow rhythm of fucking into you. He's right soon the pain subsided and pleasure took over you.

When one of his hands moves down to play with your clit, you lose it all. "Austin!" You say throwing you head back at the new feeling. "So good, mhm so tight, all for me!" He praised you. Soon enough your vision became blurry, your orgasm sending your body in a drunk state of mind. He stills inside you and you feel him twitch as he grunts loudly. You stay like that, connected with him by your most intimate parts.

Austin is the one to move first, going to the bathroom, to dispose of the used condom and bring a washcloth to clean you. When he's done, he throws it on the ground and comes in bed with you, hugging you from behind and covering your naked bodies with the duvet. Soon you feel his slow breath on the back of your neck, indicating that he fell asleep. Walking your eyes around the room, trying to figure out what you’ve just done, you see the washcloth, laying on the floor, blood is on it. As you stare a those red stains, your eyes fill with tears. You fall asleep crying in his arms. You just lost your virginity after saying 'I love you' to Austin. And it would've been fine, if he would've said it back.

You wanted to have sex with him, you really did, but something about the way it all happened, sits wrong with you. The feeling of being used plants itself in your chest, and it only grows over time, as the production goes on and you and Austin still have no label on what you are. The only thing that's changed is that you two sneak around to have sex now. You love him so much you almost never notice how he never said he loves you, or how he never looks you in the eyes when you two are intimate.

Slowly as your work together on set is done, you raise your hopes up, thinking he had been holding back to be professional. But that hope is crushed rather quickly, when a month goes by after you finish filming and he hasn't answered not one of your calls and texts. So you give up trying to contact him.

And now here you are, in a room filled with people handling you like a rag doll, dressing you up for the met gala. This is only the first event in the press tour coming up. You’re numb, you've spend the last 2 months crying in therapy, abusing sleep medication to get some few hours of rest. Your stylists huff angry at you, as you've lost a significant amount of weight since your last fitting. They are now speed sewing the dress onto you.

You don't want to see him, but you'll do it and you'll act professional about it. That's what you tell yourself, but that was until you walked the carpet to see him. Austin in a black suit, looking finer then ever in the three years you've worked with him. His hair is now back to the natural blonde, curly and wild. You start you walk up to him, but stop dead in your tracks as he turns a bit and you spot her. The 20 year model hugging his waist. She smiles at him, kissing his cheek. He smiles back. They kiss. And you die. You die and you walk. You die and you take pictures. You die and you smile for the camera. You die and you hug his waist saying hello. You die and pose with him. You die and you go inside.

The whole night you stay quiet, people speak to you, or at least they try, but give up quickly. You sit at the table, watching them dance and laugh together. In your head you're getting up, walking to him, slapping the grin from his face, asking 'why?'. Why did he take things from you, only to throw you away. But you'll probably never know.

You sit through months of press tour, doing interviews in the day and crying at night. You didn't speak a single word to him and if Baz or anyone else around you noticed, they didn't push to ask why. The worst part wasn't having to be in his proximity, or watching his and the girl make out every chance the got. No that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was when you had to do photo shoots together, playing once again the Priscilla to his Elvis. Posing for pictures, having to stare lovingly at each other, knowing you loved him and he was just acting. Every time he was directed to touch you, you flinched and almost screamed.

You pushed through all of that though, because what else were you supposed to do? You just endured it. That is of course until the very last piece of press you have to do. He's alone today, girlfriend nowhere in sight. When you're done with answering questions and you're free to go, you follow him. "Hey!" He says scratching the back of his head, smiling. How can he? How dare he smile at you? "Fuck you!" You spit venom. He looks confused, catching his chin between his thumb and pointer, massaging the skin there. "What?"

"Fuck you! Fuck you! You ... you took advantage of me, you played me! Fuck you!" You scream, going forward to hit him in the chest over and over again. Austin grabs your wrists and stops your assault on him. "Are you crazy, woman? How did I take advantage of you?" You freeze, you can't believe it. "I told you I loved you and you took my virginity away, I told you I love you and you left me." You whisper watching his face for any gram of regret. Tears slowly fall on your cheeks. "I thought you knew it was only for the role, nothing more, when you've said you've never done anything like that, I thought you meant going method, not sex. I thought you were acting, you said Baz suggested it." You step back, shaking you head. "Liar, fucking liar!" You scream. It's a lie, it has to be. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at you like he's waiting for you to be done with all this so he can go home.

You pick up what little pride you have left, turn around and leave. Something broke inside you forever, he took so many firsts from you. But what hurts the most is that you let him. You gave yourself to him and he thought you were acting. When you get back home, you tell your assistant that no matter what you won't be doing anymore press for the movie, you can't be forced. If they want they can sue you, but you are going to forget about this movie. From now on it's only going forward and to heal you have to let go. So you skip all the award shows and when the little statues get delivered, you shove them away in a closet. You never speak to the press about the movie, avoiding the subject every time it comes up. The tabloids are going crazy with theories about why you're acting like this. In the weeks coming up to the Oscars you avoid it as much as you can, spending time reading though scripts for next projects. And when Baz call you personally to convince you to come to the award ceremony, you tell him to forget you were in this movie.

'Elvis' ends up taking home 8 out of all the 14 nominations, Austin got best leading actor and you got best leading actress, or so you're told by your manager, when he comes the next day to tell you that you need to make a thank you video. You hold your ground, saying "I won the award, I worked for it, I don't need to thank anyone." You were irrational, you knew, but you couldn't care less. The media makes a big fuss about your silence for a while and then it gets quiet. Soon you're almost 25, still recovering from those 3 years. You are now working on your first movie since 'Elvis', this one movie being the first in a list of other 4 you've booked for the next years. You are great full for the big break in your career that the movie offered, but you'll forever hurt thinking about that time.

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lily-orchard · 3 months

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The way your stalker switched their story- and/or keep worsening your "crimes" made me have a dawning that not only how utter bullshit it is but also that I've gone through a similar situation.

(sorry it got so long...)

Had a boss (manager- a woman) openly flirt and make comments of that nature to me. At the time I was 20 this was my first job (at a gas station), she was about twice my age when I rejected her with the "I have a boyfriend" suddenly my job got a lot harder. I wasn't taught/shown how to do stuff (not that she really did that before but now I was getting nothing) and was shoving me on shifts by myself for 9+ hours. It got really bad that ultimately boiled over with a claim from her that was a stealing money- but also 20 yr old me somehow edited the system I barely knew how to work to erase all evidence of it other than her word with "counting the money".

There was never any real proof but I was fired anyway- fast forward to a month after that and she is slandering me at this place to the point I'm having other adults (some around my age some older) verbally attack me and stay some character damaging things to my friends and family. But the accusations kept getting worse...

First a stole

Then I was arrested

Then I was arrested multiple times

Then I was stalking her

Then she had a restraining order against me

ALL UNTRUE.

It ended when she fired and arrested for stealing and harassing employees the same things she was accusing me of.

Which made me start thinking, that your stalker escalates pretty quickly- which means they're getting too comfortable in what they're saying. Which means eventually (and probably shortly from the looks are it) are gonna "mess up" get sloppy and give others the proof that they're doing all of this and not you. It's all a projection because they're like that not you.

What I was just trying to make with long-winded ass was that most crazies who are making up horrible lies about you get too comfortable at the thought that everyone is staring at you and not them and end up doing something self-destructive and outing themselves so hard as the real crazy when they were always pointing at you for being the crazy. I think your stalker has gotten too comfortable and that's why this already destructive behavior is getting worse.

Indeed they are quite comfortable. Most people who don't like me don't actually follow them. They just repeat "Lily wrote pedo fic" or "Lily molested her sister" off-hand when they hear my name because they heard some other Youtuber say it. But they didn't keep up with it enough to know things like "All we have is their word that Lily wrote that" or "The Youtuber retracted that video of Lily's sister" and the like.

The upside is that, individually at least, it's easy for people to set the record straight one person at a time.

But it seems more and more people are pressing them for actual proof, more people are starting to say "No, you need more than trust me bro." Hell they're getting really bitchy that now they have people putting pressure on them AND ratting them out to me with actual links so that the rest of my audience sees what lunatics they are.

That's the part they don't like. They can't delete an archive link, and a much bigger audience is seeing them fuck up now that I keep answering these asks.

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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My Number One

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Fem Reader

Summary: While stopping villains attempting to rob a corporation headquarters, the reader is faced with her greatest challenge yet, but with her love interest, All Might, on his way, he motivates her to push her limits as he's on his way, but when they think the day is saved, the reader is the one who needs to be saved...

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.9k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"You see this?" This villain trying to rob a corporation showed one of the workers a strange marking, a feeling deep in my gut telling me that this was bad, "It's a part of my quirk, and with a simple move of my hands? Boom! They're placed all over this building and if you don't take a hike? This whole building's going to collapse!"

This was really bad!

Little did that guy know I was in there, relaying the message through my earpiece to my backup, emphasizing most:

"We need this entire building evacuated, now. It can go down in a matter of a second."

"Y/N? The pro-hero?" That employee spotted me, growing more hopeful, "The heroes are here!"

Well, no point in hiding now! My quirk was force fields, and I could manipulate it however I wanted, sliding out to face the villain, I not only protect that employee but the entire skeletal structure of the building, rushing to say:

"Evacuate this building, now! More pro heroes are on the way to help! Hurry!"

The employee quickly nodded and made sure to run out of there, my eyes on the robber as he yelled:

"You damn, pro heroes! You just want this place blown to bits!"

"Not on my watch!" I never showed fear, but I was scared at that moment because of how my quirk worked. The bigger the object that I was protecting, the harder it was for me to multitask. It took too much power and concentration and considering this was basically a skyscraper, I could feel the toll it was taking on me whenever I engaged in battle with him.

"Guys! I'm going to need backup! There's more than one of them!" If things couldn't get worse, this guy had some accomplices.

My hands were too full. I couldn't do this alone. At that moment, being surrounded, my focus was to make sure that the building was okay and stable, just in case that guy decided to set off the bombs.

"Y/N! We are closing in shortly! Just keep holding them off! You can do it!"

All Might?

It was a huge relief that he was on his way, but we were more than just fellow heroes. We had a relationship, and during that time, we trained together, so he knows how my quirk works extensively.

"All Might-" I was trying not to sound so worried, but I couldn't help it. My energy was draining, even beginning to pant from it.

"I know, Y/N. It's hard for you to hold up, but don't fear! You take that pain you're feeling, and turn it into power! Remember who you are! I won't be much longer, I promise you!"

Remember who I was. Turn my pain into power. I could do this. I had to do this!

"What are you all standing there watching her for?!" Their commander was ready to act, instructing them, "There's five of us and one of her! Take her out!"

"I am Pro Hero, Y/N and I will not let you get away with this!" Toshinori always knew how to motivate me and not only was I trying to stop these villains, but I was also testing myself, controlling my force field, and taking on the four of his goons all at once!

The strain on my body was rushing toward me, but I couldn't let it stop me. Three out of the four goons were taken care of and just as I was ready to handle the last, preparing myself for their boss, I saw his hands shoot out in front of him, taking a stance:

"That's it! I hope you're ready to become rubble!"

Right as I went to charge him, his goon grabbed my leg, the boss's index finger beginning to bend, but out of nowhere, glass shattered, and a huge gust of wind flew into the building:

"Not so fast!"

Toshinori had that guy restrained in an instant, he could move that quickly! The sight of that muscular stature, bright blue eyes and blonde hair? It was a sight for sore eyes, the biggest relief I could've asked for.

"Don't think I forgot about you!" Whipping around, I managed to get his goon restrained too, shaking with deep breaths, still protecting the building, but a lot less tense now that my hands weren't so full.

"You never cease to amaze me, Y/N! Marvelous work!" His smile always filled my heart with joy, making it to my feet and hearing that the police were almost on the top floor.

"And you know that I always give it my-"

"What are you two smiling for?" Was this villain out of his mind, even while restrained, he was laughing and what we didn't notice was his goon in the mask, even with his hands together, making a sign, "You're weakened, and I know your quirk. Bet you're focused on the structure of the building, aren't you?"

How did he know my exact strategy?! I yelled out in pain while trying to cover every inch of the building, but all I heard was a laugh:

"Too late, hero! Bye-bye!"

It was from below! Directly below me! Did he manage this during our fight? The floor started crumbling beneath me in an instant, beginning to fall into debris from the explosions underneath, going to reach out as Toshinori was coming after me, but it was too late.

"Toshinori!"

As a hero, you may face death. I was at my limit, and I could feel myself giving way. I didn't have enough energy to even save myself. This was it, falling level after level, wouldn't be much longer till I reached the ground floor, a giant piece of concrete falling along with me.

I accepted my fate, watching that piece of concrete, feeling how much faster I was falling with the wind gusting under me, but I quickly had to shield my eyes, hearing above me:

"New Hampshire SMASH!"

Light beamed onto me from above, that concrete now mere pebbles, a shadow brought to the light, shining blue eyes locked onto me, a smile on Toshinori's face, reeling me into his chest with one arm, able to feel the ground crunching some under his massive weight, landing on the ground perfectly, keeping my head protected, but I saw his fist in the air, another piece of concrete falling to his fist and instantly turned to mere rubble.

"T-Toshi-" I was speechless, positive my heart had stopped.

Time was still, eyes glistening at his smile, not All Might speaking, but Toshinori as he cooed to me softly:

"You know that I would never let anything happen to you, my sweet, Y/N. Never."

For the first time, I understood why he was the number one hero, and why he was the symbol of peace. In such a dangerous situation, handling villains who were still causing trouble while restrained, and saving me from what I was sure was going to be my death, in a matter of just moments?

He is what a true hero is and to think that he was mine.

Suddenly, tears just streamed down my face. Pain from being drained, that explosion, now I think my heart was exploding! I was overwhelmed and the moment I began to cry, he held the back of my head, keeping me snug in his arms while I cried into his chest, whispering to me softly:

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's all over."

"All Might! Thank goodness, you saved her!"

Why did the rest of the police and heroes have to show up at a time like this?! No one knew about us, so I tried my best to suck up the tears, Toshinori keeping his composure, knowing that I needed medical attention:

"Are the paramedics here?"

"Right this way!"

One of the officers lead the way out and sure enough, press and new reporters were all over the place, but Toshinori took me to the ambulance and while in the doorway with no one inside yet, he quickly snuck in a kiss on my cheek before anyone saw, able to hear the concern and all his worries in his whisper:

"I promise as soon as I'm done, I'll be right by your side."

I only nodded so we didn't attract any attention, being placed inside and tended to by the paramedics. Luck was surely on my side today. I got some nasty cuts from the debris, but other than that, no serious injuries. As for my power draining me? Just a day's rest and a good night's sleep would solve that.

Sitting in my hospital bed, waiting for Toshinori, all I could see in my head was him flying down for me, his smile as he saved me. It was on repeat, so out of it that I jumped a little when he came rushing through the door:

"Y/N?"

"Toshinori!" I sat up as quickly as I could, just to wail at the pain, Toshinori quickly came to lay me back easy, cooing:

"Easy, easy. You need to relax. I know everything back there took a toll on you, please sweetie."

"Just hug me?" I sniffled, and with no words, he knew what I needed, giving me one of his, 'famous', comfy hugs, even with all that muscle being gentle enough so that it didn't irritate my soreness.

"Don't beat yourself up because of what happened," He always knew what was on my mind. I was telling myself that I should've been more alert and cautious, or that wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have had to put either of us into that situation.

"I can't believe I was so oblivious to his goon," I sighed, resting my head against his broad chest, being shushed softly:

"You didn't know and that's okay. You still got all the civilians evacuated, those villains are in custody, and everyone's okay. That's what matters."

"I'm sorry that I-"

"No apologizing," He picked up my head to look deeply into my eyes, needing to show how serious he was along with his words, "You know as heroes, the danger we face, but whether if I'm near or far, I will never let anything happen to you. I pr-; No, I swear. I love you, Y/N."

I hated being such a crybaby, but it couldn't be helped, not after hearing those huge words, hugging him with the last bit of strength that I had inside of me, making sure he heard back:

"I love you too, Toshinori."

"No more tears now," His smile made my tears stop, his warm, loving embrace erasing the bad feelings, the warmth of his hand against my cheek making me smile, "Don't want those gorgeous eyes of yours turning red."

"At least allow me to thank you," I said softly, thinking back to earlier, "I pushed myself to a new limit and think I discovered something new."

"Is that right?!" He smiled, his excitement having me giggle some, "As soon as you're feeling better, we'll have to train to test that out."

"I won't be out long at all. I can promise you that, love," I winked, showing him that I wasn't going to let this crush my spirit like it was trying to, having him there with me was always a help, let alone when he kissed me softly, smiling:

"Now, that's the spirit, sweetie."

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what are your thoughts on the bit of the ep5 DV scene where claudia is running upstairs and we hear lestat's voice from upstairs saying to louis 'cheri let's stop this, you don't want to fight like this anymore, i'm trying to restrain myself'. bc it seems like an odd dialogue choice that kind of contradicts what we were shown visually, and makes me a bit uneasy for what the writers might be setting up in season 2 :/

to be honest i'm not really worried about them retconning the fight or being like actually it was somehow mutual or warranted on lestat's part because (1) it doesnt make logistic sense when we very clearly see the immediate aftermath from two perspectives, three if you count lestat's whole i'm so ashamed of myself speech, and (2) every discussion from the cast + writers says otherwise. plus it would be egregiously bad gimmicky writing to tear out a keystone of the plot and themes like that. AND everything in the assault scene is very much built up to by the rest of the show. like lestat's capacity for violence + their fundamental emotional disconnect + the insane power dynamic that has been built into their relationship since day one.

that's definitely a moment where i remember being like i would kill to know what exactly is going on here right now like that + when claudia is sitting down and louis says it's okay claudia stay where you are it's over. it's not a stretch that we might be missing something that they might revisit in later seasons. but i think it's well established that like. literally the most egregious vicious thing louis could have done or said in that moment could not have warranted what we see happen immediately after. "i am trying to restrain myself" is such a Line. it's clarified when he's pulling Louis down the alley and he says "i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper." i think it's very characteristic to this kind of abuse too like from the controlling patriarch with anger issues to say "you MADE me do this." he's not trying to restrain himself from parrying too hard in self defense. he's trying to restrain himself from going into an all-encompassing sadistic rage. everything after they go outside is not part of a fight. louis has already lost the fight at that point. it's punitive. also i think this post is correct in saying that the incongruity and the broken mirrors don't mean claudia is lying. it's more about the experience of spousal abuse from the perspective of their child. desperately afraid not just because of what's happening but because you don't know what's going on. similarly like. "was it raining louis" isn't about or isn't JUST about louis lying to himself and to daniel. it's about how trauma shatters memory.

#abuse /#domestic violence /#iwtv #i had a whole thing breaking down each beat of the fight but im actually deciding i dont want to think about it more rn LOL #man. 😐

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its-my-whump · 7 months

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Whumptober 15

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

Hummingbird 15

(Story starts here, if you like) previous

The light was switched off and the door closed with a bang.

Sam was left behind in the dark, restrained in his uncomfortable position. His hands cuffed infront of him, his neck pulled up, making sure, he would definitely suffocate himself, if he fell asleep. Additionally his wrists were burning and he was freezingly cold.

'He surely was in for a long night.' It slowly started to dawn on him, that maybe compliance was the way to survive this. But he couldn't do this, not to himself, not after so many years in hell.

'This man wouldn't let him die tonight. He didn't let him suffocate on his puke, right? He even brought him back after Sam's heart had stopped. He just forced heart medication down his throat. That was counting for something, right? But that was before he was this defiant. Shit!' Actually, he didn't know, if that was really medication.

Sam could feel his body getting weak again, with the adrenaline leaving him.

His back started to hurt and a fire had already enflamed in his legs, slowly burning through his muscles. Additionally, he had the impression, that whatever he got injected with, was really hard trying to flip his stomach. His struggle against Grey's handling had drained him. Nothing to drink in so long and on top the drugs were muffing his system. That he was left in complete darkness wasn't helping to stay alert. He felt his eyes dropping and his intestens rumbling.

'He surely was in for a long night in hell.'

...

'Just breathe. Don't think about this. Don't think about this guy and what he knows about you. Don't think about Nathenial. Just breathe and stay alive. Don't think. Don't fucking think.' Sam repeated these mantras over and over in his mind, but it was in vain. Surely, doubt, fear, despair, and the sickening thought, that this guy must have been watching him for quiet some time, found their way into his struggling mind.

On top of it all, exhaustion was winning. His eyes fell shut numerous times. His air support was deminished as often, as his bodyweight was pulled down by gravity. He woke up gasping too often. Half the night he was just choking, desperately holding on for dear life.

His knees hurt so bad, his tights were made out of concrete by now, badly burning concrete. His shoulders were stinging. In his unconscious struggle, he had managed to reopen the wounds on his wrists. He could clearly feel it, even under the thick bandages and cuffs. So far there was no blood trailing down, he believed, but sensed it still soaking his bandages. It was dark and Sam was so cold. At least he couldn't feel warm sticky stuff running down his hands, yet. That was a plus. Nevertheless, he felt sick.

His mind started to play tricks on him. It was pitch black, but yet he believed to see darker shades in the room, moving around. White sparkles appearing and vanishing, different sounds and voices. There were creaking doors or creaking stairs.

At some point he believed the solid steel door actually opening in the dark. He though someone asking how he was doing. Two angrily growled words were his answer. "I'm fine!"

The strain in his voice betraying his statement. "You sure? You just need to say the word." The question much too concerned, what made Sam even more believe, that it was a pipedream. "I don't need you to help me, I can handle." He screamed, suddenly alone again in the darkness, that was eating at his last nerves.

Stiff, cool, clammy fabric was pressing on his restrained shoulders, his back and under his knees, around his tights. The thud thud thud thud of his heart was lolling him into a painful agonising stupor of loneliness. There were iceblocks were his feet should have been. His cloths had dried a good part, but they felt hard and more uncomfortable by now.

Shiver after shiver rocked through his body. Part from the cold, that had sunken deep inside his bones and part from him desperately trying to keep his position. His muscles were shaking from the strain, and he wasn't sure, he would survive this night. At least the sickening feeling in his stomach didn't get worse, but it wouldn't leave either.

After, he not only fell a sleep, but directly passed out at some point and sagged forward for a long moment, he believed the chain from the ceiling had given way a bit. It felt like he could breathe a tiny bit easier, when he was back into his position and actually able to breathe again after struggling for dear life.

It felt like his hands had a tiny bit more space moving upwards, the strain on his shoulders merely better. But maybe, he just imagined that. Sam was too exhausted to test his theory, for it still had the pretty real chance of him suffocating, when he wasn't able to get back to this unfavourable position.

He didn't know, how long it had been, it surely felt like a lifetime by now. His stomach made some undinable sounds, that it wanted to turn or needed something to digest, he wasn't sure. His neck hurt like hell, old injuries from his past made themselves known mercilessly, for him not really moving an inch all night. He wanted to lay down so badly.

On some point his body just gave in completely. All his weight fell forward, while his head sunk to his chest. The chain connecting his collar just loosened and ran down with his movement, like an anchor was dropped from a boat. Sam fell ungraciously to the ground and slumped to his side. He landed on his bruised left arm, but he was already unconscious before his dead weight hit the floor. His windpipe wasn't restricted this time.

TBC

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I heard a conversation this AMT in which the male voice which explains affectionately tells the female voice that she’s such a simple girl. That brought do you think I’m stupid, though not exactly that word, and that became the image of a shape - it ran through a variety, including an egg and a pond and a curve and Triangular flipping over - and the explanation in words was that she of I sees associations which the male voice injects into so the explanation spreads out as we communicate better. And that quickly became that you associate just as much but these are infinite relationships, and each pair forms in 1-0Space segments. That’s how deeply we can share a nature, an identity: to the level of thought mechanism.

Associations are a field and the injection is of the depth of analysis at at point, where analysis means an End, which is then a proxy for the depth or height of the prime count on the pole at the injection bip.

I also saw the most amazing imagery of the formation of the bip injection pole. I thought I wouldn’t be able to remember it, and it’s a struggle but I think I may be able to grasp it if I relax and open my eyes. OK. The image is that each count along the Ghost, where I(x) is the visible axis in Triangular, flows to the center of a bT simple because there are 3 sides and thus 3 Ghosts. If you then draw out the 3fD, and then then 2fD that attach to any of those, then you see that forms 2 groups of 3 arranged so the shared fD’s midpoint is the center, especially in orientation rotation. In perhaps simpler terms, the midpoint line is the line of direction. Put enough of these together and that becomes me typing.

That conception of existence aligning as it should along the Ghost of the Triangular is the most powerful thing I’ve ever seen.

So, the issue of communication develops beautifully because now it 1-0Segments, which seems to be a natural abbreviation for 1-0Space segment, and that means I can now comprehend the range of injection running from want to not know at all to want to spend eternity with, which is what I’m looking for and what we’re doing because making that pairing for eternity enables better pairings, better factoring of the reasons why you want to be together and what that means for you into eternity, what that means for a we and for an us. That’s the cooperative method.

It is such a strange feeling to look at the first paragraph above and think: after all these years of trying to figure that out, it reduced to exactly what we figured out when we were kids, that I’m highly associative and thus needed to be restrained from diving too deep into any one pool, that I needed to train my associative skills. It all fits together well: learning law trained me in factoring a problem from multiple perspectives, and that includes perspectives within changing definitions of the governing set of rules.

And that is who I am. Which I daily prove because I constantly remark that associations come to me out of nowhere, that the puzzles simply assemble into pictures, into Storylines, into words, into music, into pictures, into feelings, into what I can only call experiences. This the better the communication, the better the associations come to me, and that translates into words because I’ve trained myself how to express myself with words until the voices developed that can adequately perform that role. That is, the development of this voice is collaborative.

This brings together a host of Storylines and the related observational attachments that tilted me in various directions. Example: why in the WoW Storyline could the male voice explain so clearly to the female voice? The making of her as female as possible, incarnating her, which pairs to an unusual male voice which is highly analytical and which thus provides the pole which allows her to orient herself toward happiness and self-acceptance.

I’m so glad I took a lot of English and Poetry classes. It truly helps to know how to analyze your thoughts as though they were artistic creations. That is, when you study an author, you read into the text what minds can see inside the space defined by that text, and then by the context of that text and that author, etc. So you not only read the words, but you add motivations and some of those motivations come from a shared sense, something you can reasonably infer to the author because that is a known reaction. And you can place the author in a life in a place in a culture in a time. So, you can infer things that the author likely never thought of, but which are reasonable because you can see that life and that place from a distance and can see how being that person there affected the author’s writing. And if you’re clever, you can create theories of mind, etc. And of course, as times change, people may interpret a work in ways the author did not mean at all. We now can describe the process by which that all happens.

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my pet

notes: naoya x fem!reader x toji // this is my first time writing a smut and my first jjk work as well so please give me any constructive feedback! (shout out to my best friend for being my editor and helping me out with this self indulgent one shot!) please enjoy! :)

word count: 4,438

warnings: 18+ NSFW; dub con, degrading, insulting, misogyny, pet play/master, slapping, spitting, pegging, cock sounding/stuffing, naoya x reader x toji, etc

You were going to a regular family dinner with your fiancé, Naoya Zenin. You were seated waiting for Naobito and Naoya to begin dinner. "Well we're just waiting on one more person for tonight's dinner." Naobito stated with a bit of distaste. He took a long sip of his sake. You peered at Naoya who looked irritated at the idea of whomever it was would be sharing a meal with the rest of you.

"I'm getting tired of waiting so let's dig in, we can't just wait on him." Naobito said, beginning to eat his food. You waited for Naoya to also have his first bite before you proceeded to eat as well. "She's such a good wom-" Naoya began before he was interrupted by the door sliding open.

"Ah, pardon the interruption." The man said walking in and seating himself right across Naoya with a small thud. He was a very well built man. Your ears burned red from seeing the way he was structured. He was more attractive than Naoya, if you so boldly admitted to yourself. "Oh, is this lady Naoya's wife to be?" The dark haired man questioned as he ate his food.

Naoya seemed more agitated, allowing Naobito to answer instead. "That's correct." Quietly, you ate your food keeping your eyes glued to the dinner in front of you. "I'm Toji, what's your name?" Toji asked you as you looked up to meet his eyes for a moment before answering politely. "Y/n," You spoke back, noticing how his face was rough with a certain gentleness when seeing it clearly.

"You need not speak to my fiancé so directly." Naoya responded staring at Toji with hooded eyes, the tone of his voice underlined with anger. "Eh? Well then how am I to speak to her?" Toji asked puzzledly, pointing his chopsticks at Naoya. Naoya replied, "Through me. She is a woman after all and mine at that."

Toji let out a hard taunting laugh. "Toji!" Naobito yelled, taking another drink of the sake bottle now in his hand. You jumped at the sudden loud voice. "Fine, fine," Toji sighed with his eyes now hooded, "but she's not even yours yet what makes you think she'll last long enough to actually stay with you. She doesn't even know if you're even capable of making her c-'' Toji was cut off by Naoya who gripped his shirt collar.

"Naoya," You spoke, grabbing his sleeve lightly, "please do not lower yourself to his level." Naoya removed his eyes from Toji's and glared back at you. Glancing back at Toji he shoved his chest and he let go of his shirt. "You're right," Naoya spoke with a distasteful tone as he glared at Toji, "I shouldn't lower myself to the level of gravel like him."

Toji scoffed a smirk playing along onto his handsome lips, "Seems like your woman knows how to restrain your leash." Chuckling, Toji shoved more rice into his mouth.

"If anyone has a leash on any one, it's me on her." Naoya responded back, taking a drink of the rice wine in his cup. Your ears burned with fury listening to Naoya speak about you in that form. You were no one's leashed pet, especially not his. You weren't even his wife yet and he already speaks of you in this way? Audacity. That's all he had. You were only obedient enough to be respected and not get insulted.

You kept up a gentle and sweet act in order to live a peaceful life in this stern household. "Naoya, I am no pet to be owned." You replied back to him in a calm and stoic tone while looking straight ahead. "She's got a point there." Toji agreed, while swallowing the food in his mouth.

Naoya turned your head to him by grabbing your chin forcefully. "No woman, especially you, shall speak to me in that manner. If I say you're a pet, then you're a fucking pet." He spat at you angrily while pushing your face away from him while releasing your jaw.

Taking a deep breath you stood up from your seat, "If you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal and will be heading back to my quarters." You announced, exiting the room without a glance back at the men sitting at the table. Toji was slightly shocked at the scene that just happened in front of him. The black haired man glances at Naoya to see his reaction.

"Pathetic woman." is all Naoya says out loud as you leave the room still being in earshot of you. You balled your fists hearing his comment.

Naobito who is also a bit shocked speaks up, "Well I think I'll be taking my leave as well." The head of the clan leaves the room with a bottle of sake in his hand.

"Go fucking apologize," Toji barks to Naoya with a bitter tone. "No, why should I? She's the one who's acting out of place." Naoya retorted, taking another drink from his cup. "You're gonna go apologize, cuz I said you are." Toji gritted out, Naoya glared at him angrily.

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You had just arrived at your quarters and slammed your bedroom door shut. You were infuriated that you couldn't say anything. "What I would do to have that man on all fours in front of me." You said bitterly through gritted teeth. You began removing your kimono, annoyed at the fact that you had to wear these damn things daily.

Opening your closet door you are greeted by more kimonos and only slip on dresses to sleep in. You spotted the black box on the bottom corner of the closet. Maybe some self-pleasure would relieve my frustration. You shook your head against the thought and just grabbed the black slip-on dress.

Walking over to your vanity you removed any residue of the day's stress. You got yourself changed and ready for bed. Finally letting your hair down, you settle yourself into a futon that was placed on the ground in the middle of your room.

As you try to put your thought-full mind at ease to get some sleep, you hear the entrance door slide open then shut. Shuffling noises are heard then right after the sound of footsteps creeping to the door of your room hit the wooden floor boards.

Sitting up immediately you go to grab your robe hooked near the door as you slip it on you hear, "I'm coming in, woman." You hear Naoya's voice echo with a dejected sigh. The door slides open, revealing Naoya standing there with his arms crossed.

He's a bit shocked seeing you standing in front of him in only your open robe and your slip dress on. His face flushes and he looks away, "Put something decent on, woman."

"Woman?" You question. You were now at your wits end with him for the night. "Eh? Do I have to wear something decent in my bedroom? You came here at an indecent time, Naoya." You angrily spat poking his chest.

He looked at you now in disbelief that quickly morphed into anger. He grabbed the wrist of the hand poking his chest. "I guess it seems like you don't know your place tonight," Naoya hissed, walking you back into your bedroom getting closer to the futon that laid on the ground.

"No, it seems like you don't know yours." You mocked knocking him down to his knees and lifting his chin to look up at you. Through the faint bit of moonlight seeping through your window, you were able to see his appalled expression.

"Why you-" Grabbing his cheeks and squishing them together, you stopped all other words ready to come out of his mouth.

He grabbed your wrist with both of his hands. Before he could do anything; in a swift motion you removed the robe's waist tie and tied it around Naoya's wrists. You were surprised that you managed to tie his wrists as quickly as you did.

Holding his wrists above his head, "Tonight, I'll train you on how to be a good little bitch for your master." You growled out, releasing his face and pushing it away. "You crazy whore, let me go." Naoya swore in anger, his entire body trembled in rage as you stood looking down at him.

Pulling him down by his wrists that you were still holding, you made him land on his elbows with a thud to the ground. You laughed menacingly, walking towards the closet and pulling out the black box in the corner. "You think this is funny? You fucking cunt!" Naoya screamed at you as you walked back over to him.

You used your foot to lift his head, "It is, especially when this is how we'll be experiencing our first night together." You smiled innocently. Opening the box and emptying the contents; some toys, bottles of lube, and condoms came falling out.

Naoya looked at you stunned in fear after seeing the contents of the box displayed on the ground. "You dumb worthless wench! What do you think you're gonna do?!" He howled, anger seething through his expression. You bent down to grab his face and slapped him.

"A dog does not speak unless ordered to." Naoya's anger made his body quake. The fact you dared to speak to him in that form and to even slap him was unacceptable and ludicrous.

"Untie me you stupid whore before I decide to kill you!" Naoya cursed glaring daggers at you. You slapped him again across his face then again, and again, then again one more time.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Naoya was furious at this point. You stood up and kicked his side hard enough for him to land on his back.

"I told you, I will be training you on how you should obey your master." Reaching for the collar and leash that was mixed on the ground with the other toys, you sat on him pulling at his blonde hair to lift his head from the pillow making it easier to place the collar around his neck. you smiled in love with the view of seeing him under your control.

"Get that shit off me!" Naoya demanded. Grabbing his chin you brushed your thumb pad across his bottom lip. "Now, Why would I do that? You look so good with it on. Like a proper pet." You leaned closer to him enough to let his lips brush yours.

Grinning, you whispered lowly in his ear, "The way you look right now turns me on so much." You proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his jawline. Swallowing hard, Naoya looked at you with his rage filled eyes. Awaiting what else you'd do, and how far you'd think of going.

As you slide yourself lower on him, your womanhood sat directly on his dick. Undoing his top you opened it exposing his well-built chest. Now sitting on his dick it hit you, that he was aroused.

"Well look at what we have here my slutty pet? Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." You grind your womanhood down on his growing bulge making Naoya's breath hitch in his throat.

You positioned yourself in between his legs with his legs on either side of your hips. "This shit is not turning me on you fucking slut." Naoya said insultingly. You removed his pants and then traced a finger on the outline of his underwear where his bulge stood out. Judging By the tent in his underwear alone, you could tell that the blonde man was huge.

"Calling me a slut when you're the one whos leaking." You poke at the tip of his dick where a small wet spot has been created from precum. Naoya had no retort for what you said, all he can do is grit his teeth in anger as you pull off his underwear. His cock springs up, the night air hitting his exposed member. You run a finger from the base of his cock to the tip.

You are just a tad bit shocked at how large his cock is. Maybe this was what he traded for instead of having a decent personality. "Well, just know I'm not nice enough to let you cum anytime soon." You commented as you reached for some lube and the beaded sound laying on the floor.

Naoya shook his head seeing the metal beaded rod in your hand he already assumed what your intentions were. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much, darling." You scoffed at the word ‘darling’ leaving your lips. After having lubed up the sound you stroked Naoya's cock with your free hand to get him to relax.

As soon as he seemed more relaxed you spread the opening of his cock and started placing the beaded sound into his opening. Naoya's eyes widened, filling with tears at the foreign object being inserted into his cock. "FUCK! YOU INSANE PSYCHO BITCH!!" He bellowed out as you slowly pushed the sound into him.

After a few more curses and muffled cries, it was fully in. "Now, that wasn't too bad." You gave him a gentle smile. You stroke his dick gently feeling it twitch in your grasp. Naoya looked at you with fuming glossy eyes.

Tracing your fingers up and down his abdomen you felt just how toned he was, maybe not as buff as another certain Zenin but nicely toned. Your fingers slowly went to tease his nipples rubbing them in a circular motion.

Naoya lowered his arms down to move your hands away, "I'm not a woman! Do not pla-'' Before he could finish you pulled on the leash attached to his collar yanking him towards your face.

"If its only a place to tease women, then why is your dick twitching like a dog in heat?" You breathe out amused. Taking that moment you grab his face spitting on him. Standing up you removed your robe along with the slip dress leaving you only in some black lace-trimmed panties.

Naoya's face began to burn a crimson red, this was the first time he has ever seen your body naked. He had never seen you so exposed and bare like this, he hated to admit how much he loved the way your body looked lightly lit by the moonlight. You placed yourself back in between his legs once again grabbing the lube, you poured it on Naoya's cock letting it flood down between his ass.

Using one hand to stroke his dick while your other hand slid in between his ass. He froze sensing your second hand's action. "Don't you fucking dare you lowly whore!" He barked, his eyes widening in anger as you smirked and proceeded in plugging your index and middle finger in him. "I already let you stuff my dick! You damn lunatic!!" Naoya fumed as you resumed.

"You have no place to talk when you're g-spot is literally in your ass bitch." You sneered going further in him and spreading him out. As you began to pump into him with your fingers spreading him in the process. He muffled his moans and whimpers by biting his lip.

You let go of his dick and slapped it. "I never said not to make noise, bark for your master, disobedient bitch." You commanded as he let out a sharp gasp. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as you added another finger.

Proceeding to pump into him faster, making him arch his back and causing his breathing to become erratic. "S-Stop please!" He moans out, finally you had managed to hit his prostate.

"Call me master and I might consider your request, useless dog." You growled at him, pulling out your fingers. Naoya shuddered at the release of your fingers from his now begging hole. You were about to grab your strap on when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

Frozen in place for a second, you placed a finger to your lips signaling Naoya to keep quiet, "May I ask who?" You called out as you glanced at Naoya to make sure he kept his mouth shut. Surely he wouldn't want to get caught in this situation.

"Uh, it's me Toji, I wanted to make sure Naoya didn't upset you more than he already has," Toji responded from the other side. Your mouth formed a small 'o' as you glanced back at Naoya. A smirk forms on your pretty plump lips. Naoya scowled at you and at Toji's response.

"He hasn't upset me further, but please come in." Naoya shakes his head furiously, obviously he didn't want to be seen below a woman nor did he want Toji to see his woman exposed. "Alright, I'm coming in." Toji slid the door open slowly, his head peered into the room. The dark haired male was in shock after witnessing Naoya and yours position on the futon.

"Would you care to join us?" You proposed a bit of a gleam in your eyes. Toji froze for a moment but then proceeded to walk in without saying a word, closing the door behind him. He gripped at the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head making his way over, revealing his buff and sculpted build.

"You're into this shit!?" Naoya questioned as he saw Toji approaching you from behind. "Did I order you to speak?" You questioned, slapping his cock. Naoya flinched at the action inhaling a sharp breath.

Toji chuckled looking down at Naoya, "Seeing you getting treated like dirt by such a pretty lady, kinda tickles my taste." Toji sank onto his knees behind you.

"I'm gonna do what you haven't and fuck your woman," Toji smirked taking your breast into his hands, you could feel the rough callouses on his hands as they groped your breast. You sensed the bigger man's muscles flex against your bare back.

You bit your lip as you felt his hands roam your body. Naoya's body shook with enmity, "Get your fucking hands off of her you fucking bastard!" He demanded trying to sit himself up.

You grabbed the leash and pulled him up as close as possible to your face, "You're going to shut the fuck up and watch your master get her cunt fucked." You hissed cupping his face with your other hand. Kissing his lips roughly Naoya returned the kiss back with the same roughness. Ending the kiss you pushed him back down onto the futon.

Toji continued to explore your body with his hands. He let soft kisses touch your nape, slowly making his way to your left shoulder. His left hand was groping your right breast while his right hand wandered down inside your black panties.

"Wow, you're fucking wet," Toji breathed into your ear his deep voice causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His fingers quickly found your clit and he began to massage it in a circular motion. He was gentle with his motion, but going at a steady pace just enough to make your body tremble with enjoyment.

You let out soft moans as he let his hands pleasure and unwind you. "On all fours pretty lady," Toji commanded, you followed his orders and positioned yourself on all fours. Your face was now in front of Naoya's throbbing cock.

The blonde man watched as you were bottomed out by Toji, this view infuriated him. He hated seeing Toji as the one you were submitting to, Naoya's frustration grew by each tortuous second. Toji proceeded to remove the garment inclosing your soaking pussy. The chill night air hitting your womanhood made you gasp softly.

Toji laid on his back his head in between your legs underneath you. You let out a moan as soon as you felt Toji's tongue start to lap your soaking pussy.

Naoya's dick began to twitch again hearing your moans get louder. It was making him more eager to have you touch him. "Fuck." Naoya exhaled.

"Tastes so fucking good," Toji moaned between each lap of his tongue gripping your thighs. He used his fingers to enter your hole, "Loosen up for me, princess." Gasping loudly, you gripped the sheets of the futon as his fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy.

You let your body move on it's own, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. "Y/n! Fuck please." Naoya breathed out desperately. Your mouth opened as you began to tongue Naoya's cock not wanting to deprive him too much.

In reality, you wanted to take Naoya's full cock in our mouth, but since you were in the midst of training this misbehaved dog, maybe another time.

"I'm going to cum!" You screamed as you came all over Toji's fingers, your legs trembling from the sensation. The dark haired male made sure to clean up all of your spilling juices with his mouth.

Toji repositioned himself on his knees and pulled you up by your arms so you were on your knees again. "Can't believe Naoya hasn't had the pleasure to enjoy your taste." Toji smirked and looked at Naoya, he grabbed your chin so he could kiss you.

"Taste yourself, my lady." Toji bit your bottom lip making you open your mouth allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Pulling away you smiled innocently seeing Naoya's flushed face due to him being probably mad or frustrated, whatever it was you liked the expression.

"I have to give my pet the rest of his training and if he takes it well he can fuck his master's cunt next time too." You grabbed the strap on and put it on yourself, making Naoya flip and position himself with his ass up.

You proceeded to grab the lube and spanking paddle, placing the lube on Naoya to make it easier on yourself and him to slip in. Naoya was surprisingly being very complacent now, maybe seeing how Toji satisfied you made him want to do the same.

While you prepped Naoya, Toji removed his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side with the mess of clothing scattered on the floor. The heavenly carved man used his hand to pump his throbbing hard cock, getting it ready to fuck the life out of you.

"Time for some training bitch." You said sliding the attached dildo into Naoya. You hear his muffled gasp, you used the paddle to spank the blonde male's ass. Naoya jerked his head to the side at the shutter of pain coming from his ass. "Your master wants to hear her slutty pet moan, so refrain from keeping quiet." You ordered spanking him again.

Finally you were fully taken in by Naoya you then began pumping into his plump ass. You started at a slow enough pace to let Toji insert himself inside you.

You felt his cock fill you up. He was big and his girth filled your tight pussy. Your walls clenched around his cock almost about to cum from him just entering you. Toji gripped your waist, "No cumming this easily, my lady." He hummed into your ear.

Snapping back your head nodding at his command and you happily continue thrusting into Naoya. Picking up the pace Toji met you with the same rhythm while his left hand was placed on your neck gently squeezing the sides with his fingers and thumb.

His right hand squeezed and groped your left breast; with your hand on Naoya's waist to keep your pace steady. Naoya's grunts and moans echoed through the dimly lit room as you begin to hit his prostate.

"Please stop!" Naoya whimpered as he starts to feel the immense pleasure from having you fuck him. Toji's grunts and moans get louder filling the room as well. "Please, please! I hate you! You fucking piece of shit woman!!" Naoya cursed through waves of pleasure.

You used the paddle to reprimand him for cursing. You're able to see the tint of his ass get redder with the little bit of moonlight peaking in, it was a full moon out tonight and your body and mind were in bliss.

You kept thrusting, hitting Naoya's prostate repeatedly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Let me cum please!" Naoya pleaded out to you. Now you just had to see his expressions, imagining it when it was right in front of you wasn't sufficing. Toji kept his rhythm as he was also close to his peak.

Your smooth hand grabbed Toji's wrist to stop him as you halted your movements into Naoya. Pulling out of the blonde man, you flipped him over on his back. His face flushed and wet with tears, his eyes sparkling with wetness making the sadistic side of yourself excited.

Seeing him in that state made your pussy get wetter than it was already. Toji felt you squeeze around his cock at the view of your fiancé looking like a pathetic animal. You grabbed Naoya's cock and removed the beaded sound slowly from his flushed-pulsing cock.

With each of the beaded rod sliding out Naoya panted and moaning once it was fully extracted from his huge cock. "Please make me cum, Master." Naoya whined while looking at you completely bottomed out.

Your face blushed as you repositioned yourself back into Naoya. Toji started again as well once you got to a good pace. Picking up the speed of your thrusts, you were ready to make his dick unload the cum he had been building up.

Naoya was now shamelessly moaning and grunting as you were hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He arched his back to feel each thrust you did. Deciding to add to his pleasure you pumped his cock in your hand, making him throw his head back at the blissful feeling.

Toji kept thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot and making you throw your head back in satisfaction as well. Moans cascading out of your mouth a symphony. Your panted as your walls clenched around him as you were getting close to your orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" all three of your pleasured voices mixed at once as you reach your climax. Removing yourself from Naoya, his cum squirts all over his own chest.

Toji pulls out of you, cumming on your back all the while your legs tremble as you cum as well. "I fucking hated this," Naoya grunted out breathing heavily. You smirked at your fiancé and questioned him, "Wanna get your brains fucked again, you dumb crybaby pet?"

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211 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

Our very last kiss

Masterlist

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Part II - I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: smut 18+, unclear consent, depression, anxiety, cursing, medication use, crying….oh I hope that’s it~let me know if I missed something

Word count: 4400

"Let me tell you the story of how I got here. How I was stupid to believe. Stupid to let myself go. Stupid to love. Stupid, stupid, stupid, so FUCKING stupid"

It started so simple and cliché, because it started with him smiling at you.

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251 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

I thought you quit

“I stayed there” series -part I

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem Reader

Warning: smoking, swearing, pda, fluff

Plot: Austin gets back on a bad habit due to his stress caused by the Elvis auditioning. You try to explain to him that he needs to relax and take care of himself. Soon you’re crying and your heart is shattered

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Word count: 1700

The cool autumn breeze glides through your tied up hair, making the loose strands brush you face. You sit on the bench in the empty park, legs over your boyfriends and kindle in hand. You enjoy times like this, when it's quiet and you get to just be with him, it's rare and it's oh so sweet. As you read lost in your book, Austin speaks, but you don't look at him too absorbed into the paragraph in front of your eyes. "So what do you want to do tonight?" He ask. You shrug your shoulders, not really carrying about it, as long as tonight is spent together you'll have a good time regardless of what you were doing. "I don't know, maybe open some wine, watch some tv..." you say absentmindedly while rubbing your hands together to get them warmer.

You lift your eyes up when you feel Austin move and you notice him pulling out a cigarette and placing it in between his lips. Before he gets a chance to light it, you snatch the lighter from his hand and hide it behind your back. "I thought you quit" you say giggling at his dumbfounded expression. "I did!" He argues back cigarette still between his lips. "Aha sure baby, you did!" You bite back as he leans over you trying to take the lighter from the hand that hides behind you back. "Come on now baby, it just one!" He whines, frustrated at not being able to reach your hand. Now both his arms hug you and you have to take a deep breath to keep yourself grounded. Blue eyes staring into your (e/c) ones, lips plump and read from the cold keeping the cigarette to the corner of his mouth. Your right hand reaches up and take the cigarette out of his mouth. "(Y/n)!" Austin pouts in a warning tone at you. "Kiss me and maybe I'll give it back."

He smiles, licks his lips and leans in, soft, warm lips touching yours. His hands grab your waist and you shiver at the feeling of his big palms splayed on your back. He licks you bottom lip and with a pleasured sigh you open up for him. He tastes like coffee and burned sugar, the taste of him fogging your brain. Your right hand holding the cigarette, quickly drops it on your lap and your left hand holding the lighter places it on the bench. Now both of your hands are free to tangle in his black hair. He'd dyed it a week ago when he started sending in audition tapes to Baz , for the role of Elvis Presley . Tapes for which he started to prepare three weeks ago.. You liked it, but you love his caramel colored hair a lot more, but he insisted he had to dye his hair for the auditioning process, so he could feel more in character. He was livid about the role, he wanted it so bad he barely slept trying to study Elvis as much as he could. He was constantly watching Elvis movies, clips , listening to his songs, talking in his voice. It was nice to see his dedication, but it started to turn into an obsession. It's why he probably started smoking again to get himself to calm down and unwind.

Your tummy flutters as you scratch his scalp with your nails, deepening the kiss. He moans in your mouth and before you get to carried away, he pulls back placing the cigarette back in between his lips and lighting it with the lighter he stole from behind you, while you were busy getting lost in him. Victory can be read on his face as he puffs the cigarette and lets the smoke out through his mouth and nose. "I'm sorry baby, I promise it's just this one. I swear." He places one hand on his heart, bringing the cigarette back for another smoke. "Sure" you say folding your arms over your chest. Slowly you get you feet down from his lap, tuck some of your hair behind your ears, grab your kindle, put it you back and get up, walking away.

Austin is quick to follow you, but you only walk faster. To no avail since he's got long legs and you don't wanna cause a scene running away from him. "(Y/n), wait, baby!" He grabs your elbow and stops you in your tracks. You spin to look at him, but when you see that he still has the cigarette in his mouth, you look away. "I want to go home." Looking at the ground you play with your feet, not liking the way he hovers over you, his height an advantage over you. "Just cause I wanted to smoke one fucking cigarette?" Austin brushes a hand through his hair and looks exasperated at you.

It's not the cigarette, sure you care for his health and you want him to quit for his own good, but it's not what got you so bothered. "It's not the cigarette.." you say in a low voice barley above a whisper. "Then what is it?" He asks inpatient to know. You chew the inside of your cheek and he turns away from you, throwing his hands in the air, annoyed with your attitude. "No, cause it's been weeks now that you've acted like this, I do something or say something and you shut me out, punishing me for something. What is it!?" his voice gets louder and tears gather in you eyes, but you blink them back. You know what it is, you just don't want to say it and be a jerk.

"Say it, god damn it!" He pushed and that's it for your tears to start running down your face. His face softens, he goes to the near by garbage bin and puts out his cigarette. Austin comes back to you and hugs you. You keep your arms folded over you chest and rest your head on his chest. He lets out a shallow breath, running a hand up and down you back soothingly. "What's wrong baby? Talk to me!" He's now begging, your heart breaks for him and you close your eyes. "I-, you just.." you stumble over your words.

"I what?" He's not angry or annoyed now, just scared of what you'll say. "You just, you aren't you anymore..." your voice is so quiet, that for a second he thinks he heard it in his head and you hadn't actually spoken to him. "What?" He can't believe what you just said, how is it that he's not himself anymore. "You're losing yourself in this role and you're just in the process of auditioning for it. What happens if you get? Hm? Am I supposed to start liking to date a replica of Elvis Presley?" You exit his embrace and take a few steps back. He's stuck, frozen in place, he expected anything but this.

"That's not fair, you know how important it is for me!" He looks like he's the one about to cry now. "You don't get it, how could you? All you do all day is sit with your head buried in those stupid books and complain about how hard med school is. Just fucking drop out already!" The steps you take back cause you to stumble on a rock and fall on your ass in the wet grass. You're mute, you can't say a single thing. He blows out more air out of his mouth and doesn't bother to try lift you up. You hug your knees to your chest and cry softly. Then you feel his hand on you knee and you flinch away from his touch. "(Y/n), baby..." you wipe your face and slowly get up.

"You don't sleep anymore and when you do you have nightmares. You don't eat, just sit all day, every day for the past 3 weeks and watch him, listen to him, talk like him, you're killing your self for it" he looks away and listens to you, every word being another slap to his face, because every word is true. "Well it's my job, (Y/n), what do you want me to do about it?" You come close to him and take his head in your hands forcing him to look at you. It breaks him to see the tears that don't seam to stop running down your face, knowing he made them come out in the first place. "Your not listening to me, I just want you to relax a bit, you can't see what a tool this auditioning process took on you, but I can" he lost weight and his hands shook with anxiety almost all the time, dark circles paint his eyes, that are now bloodshot read holding back tears. Austin shakes his head and takes your hands away from his face. You shake your head closing your eyes, ready for his next sharp words.

His nose brushes against yours, you feel his soft lips on yours and this time he tastes like cigarettes and salt. You don't kiss him back and he notices right away, so Austin pulls back. "I think we should break up!" He says. Your heart feels like it was hit by a wrecking ball and you can't breathe. Your vision starts to blur. Heart beating in your ears, you get away from him. "Ok" it's all you say as you walk. You drove here in his car, your apartment is an hour away from where you are now, but he doesn't offer to drive you and you won't ask him.

By the time you get to your home, the tears have dried, but the heartache stayed. You unlock your door and get in. For the next hour as you get yourself ready for bed, you feel drunk on the pain. He was you first boyfriend and he had promised to respect you, what he said, what he did, was anything but respect. Grabbing you phone, you unlock it and shoot him one last message, before blocking the number.

"See you on the big screen, Elvis. Hope it was worth it!"

258 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

Stage fright

The fright series ~part I

Part II - ‘bed fright’ here

Pairing: Austin Butler!Elvis x fem reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, oral(f receiving) fingering, semi public sex, ( that’s all I hope)

Plot: Elvis met you working on his ‘68 comeback show, he feel for you instantly, at a celebratory party for the special he makes a move and you 2 become a thing. Later he shows you the Vegas stage and gives you and unforgettable orgasm to help ease his nerves

Word count:3392 I couldn’t stop 😭😭

Author’s note: this is the second time I write this, the first time around the app crashed and it didn’t save so I had to write it again. Also English is not my first language so I apologize for mistakes, please be kind. Request are open. Enjoy!!

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It was a strange thing to think about, the big Elvis Presley having stage fright? But he was in fact afraid of the stage, every time he got up there he felt his heart in his stomach and his thoughts traveled faster than he could keep up. His fast skyrocketing career didn't ease that fright. He loved to sing, but if he could just plant his voice on stage while he sat back and watched he would’ve been so happy. His fans didn’t know all this though, and they ate him up every time he got up there. They screamed, cried, danced, shook, all to the sound of his voice, his music, his art.

He often doubted himself and he believed it was all a dream, one from which he would wake up soon to find he was still that scrawny poor boy, form Tupelo Mississippi. He blamed all his success on luck, that thing he was sure of. He was lucky, but now it seamed to him like his luck had run out. In his mind at least.

Since ‘56 when all this crazy dream of his started, till now he had everything, everything but one thing, love. Seeing as the only woman he ever loved was his mom, who tragically died, she left him so heartbroken, he never wanted to feel that way again, so he didn’t. He indulged himself lovers to keep for a night or maybe a few nights, but it was always just raw pleasure, never love.

That was until a few months ago, when he met her, while working for the '68 comeback special, she was Steve Binder's assistant. He liked her instantly, there was just something about her, that made her stand out, even in a room full of glammed up dancers. She always carried a small notebook with her, she either had it in the pocket of her pants or in the waist line of her skirt. The gold pen she wore behind her ear, the one she used to write down in her notebook was the only piece of jewelry she wore. Her stature was that of a 5.6 feet girl who despite her height always wore flats, never heels, that intrigued him.

There were in fact many things about her, that intrigued him, her hair was another one of them. Her (h/c) hair was always neatly styled, she either wore it braided, in a ponytail or in a ballerina bun, he dreamed of seeing her hair cascade over her back. It also looked like it would be very soft, since she never seamed to put products in it. He also liked how shy she was, while also proving to be the smartest person in the room when so opens her mouth to speak, which was rare, in his presence at least.

Her voice sounded like warm honey, he remembers the first time he heard it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you mr Presley” she said as she lifted a shaky arm for him to shake, something not necessarily lady like, since men were supposed to kiss a woman’s hand, not shake it. He shook it nonetheless and he discovered her hand was warm, soft and sweaty with emotions probably. “Pleasure’s all mine darlin’”. That was the only interaction the two of them had for 2 weeks while he worked on the special, in those two weeks his time was split between singing on stage and dancing and when that was over he’d dream about her.

He often wondered if he would get a chance to talk to her, but the timing never seamed right. She was always running out and about, getting everything done for Steve and never in his presence. So he just kept hoping until the last day, but even as they filmed the last shot and shared drinks, she wasn't there. He wondered where she was, but didn't ask.

The next time he got to see her, was at the celebratory party on the 4th of December. Steve rented a bar for the whole staff, everyone was there, even people he'd never seen before, but his eyes searched the room for her. And then he found her. Sat in a dark corner, a true wallflower, she wore a beautiful green dress with a square neckline that showed enough cleavage to drive him crazy. That dress should've been illegal, it hugged all the right places, she was beautiful, well made, with enough meat on her bones to make him wish he could squeeze her every bit in his hands.

Her hair was the next thing that caught his eye, she had braided half of it and the rest hung loose in her back, he blinked and imagined what treading his long fingers through it felt like. She also didn't have her gold pen set behind her ear, instead she had beautiful gold, stud earrings, a pair to the gold bead that hung around her neck.

His feet carried him to her before he even realized he was walking. He sat next to her and gave her one of his most sincere side smiles. She looked at him and blushed looking down, he could see the blush creep up on her face, because she never wore makeup or if she did it was always in small quantities and to enhance the beauty she already had. "Evening ma'am, would you like a drink?" He asked as he motioned the bartender to come get their order. "Evening, sir, just a water, please." He ordered himself a gin tonic. While they waited he looked her up and down, god she was everything. "No need to call me sir, ma'am, just Elvis is fine by me" she blushed again and then started to play with a tissue in her hand. "Well in that case you should call me (y/n), ma'am makes me feel old." He smiled at what she said and had to bite down on his tongue not to ask her how old she was, cause she looked young.

Elvis wanted to talk more but didn't really know what to say, so they just sat there in silence. Until after drinking some of her water she surprised him. "What's your favorite season of the year?" She asked looking at him with big, curious eyes. He took a sip of his drink that had unfortunately gone warm in his hand and was no longer appetizing. He asked the bartender for a Coca-Cola, his favorite and the proceeded to answer. "Well I think summer, days are so much longer so me and the boys get to spend as much time are we want outside and because the night is also a lot more lively we get to carry some of the fun even after sunset" she listened to him very closely, he liked that, when people listened to him, really listened. "What about you darlin'?"

The way the pet name rolled on his tongue made her shiver like a cold gush of wind just passed her, but there was no wind, just him. She looked up at the ceiling like she was searching for the answer and then looked right back at him as she spoke "Winter, I like the cold, being curled up with a book by the fireplace, hot coffee in my hand. The snow, especially the snow, I miss it, we don't get it here in LA" she said it like she used to live somewhere else,he picked up on that so it was only natural that he ask. "You ain't from LA? Where're from, darlin'?" She drank some water and started playing with her necklace. "I'm from Chicago, I moved here for school." School? He was right she was smart. "What do you study at school?" She looked down at her feet. "Economics" he was once again impressed by her, she studied a field in which he thought mostly men get tangled. "And how did Steve manage to get someone so smart work for him?" He asked giggling. "It was a summer job and it paid well, I guess I did good so he told me to stick around."

She kept looking at her feet and silence fell between them once again. He couldn't help himself when his hand moved and with a long finger set under her chin he forced her to look et him. Her (e/c) eyes were so deep he could stare at them for the rest of his life. As they dragged unconsciously closer to each other, she pulled back, almost fell to the floor. Got up and left, he stayed frozen in place and the got up to go after her.

Elvis found (y/c) out in the dark alone, she was playing around with a pebble, pushing it around with the tip of her flats, again she chose not to wear heels. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked and startled her. (Y/c) looked up at him, even in the dark he could catch the glimmer in her eye. “I’m not what you’re looking for, sir.” She answered simply and kept looking down.

He took a few steps but kept the distance between them, he didn’t want her to feel more uncomfortable. He wanted to ask what she thought he was looking for, but he knew the answer, she thought he probably wanted a quick fuck, or an affair to last a few days. He did want to fuck her, but he wanted to fuck only her from now on, he couldn’t really explain it, but he felt it strongly.

He got closer, at the sound him moving she had lifted her head up and was now looking at him. “You’re beautiful!” He said before he was able to catch himself. (Y/c) laughed dry and looked away. “There’s a bar full a girls far more beautiful than I am” he shook his head, but she could see. “That ain’t right, they are beautiful in their way, but are beautiful in a way that I like, I only saw you in there.”

She quickly whipped her head around “Why me?” He didn’t have an answer for that, and while he was lost in his mind he absentmindedly tucked away a pice of hair, almost moaning out loud at the feeling of her hair in his fingers. She moved her hand to grab his wrist, he thought she wanted him to move the hand away, but before he could do it, she kept it in place and sank her face. She had such a small face compared to his hands.

He got his other hand up and now he was holding her head in his hands. She opened her eyes and looked at him, the silence that sat between them was calming. The both closed their eyes and began getting closer. When she felt his breath on her lips she spoke again. "I've never been kissed before" he understood what she was saying, she was giving him a first and it was clear she wanted loyalty. She wanted to kiss him badly, she wanted to give him, her first kiss as well as her every other one. "It's only you, you and me."

The truthfulnesses of his words made her stand on her tip toes and their lips touched. Butterflies filled he stomach and she felt like they took her flying in the sky, she felt light. He moved his hands to her waist and she hugged his neck. The kiss was slow, Elvis had never been kissed like this and he for sure never kissed anyone like this before. When the broke apart to breathe their foreheads stayed together and they both broke into laughter.

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Now months later here you are, together in Vegas, where you followed him, after the colonel convinced him the best way to get the money for the world tour, was to sing in the new international hotel for 6 weeks. You learned to hate the colonel and advised Elvis against visiting him in the hospital a few weeks ago. He however cared too much about the old man and trusted him, but he was just a showman that bleed Elvis of every penny.

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My #1 post of 2022

She gave what now?👀 I- y’all needed to see this, because man, I’m shaking :)) I need more of this Elvis, god 👁️👅👁️ I’m a wh0re :/

Btw I don’t know who to credit for this masterpiece:)

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soft deception. [diluc x reader]

pairing: diluc x f!reader prompt: you love your boyfriend, you really do. he’s just so, so trusting in you that you can’t help but to trick him every now and then. (alternatively: you give diluc the world’s ugliest onesie as a christmas present and now that it’s all over, you want to go back in time and punch yourself in the face for unleashing this curse within your household.) word count: ~2.5k warnings/genres: humor, fluff, sfw but like... adult jokes at some points a/n: purely self indulgent, nobody requested this, tried out a bit of a different writing style. i wrote this to try to cheer myself up, so hopefully it makes you all happy! no beta reader though (but i never have one anyways)

You had a tendency to think of yourself as the funniest person in Teyvat at times.

Especially when you had Mondstadt’s most gullible eligible bachelor wrapped around your finger, desiring to cater to your every whim. Sure, the two of you were like two young teenagers in love despite being much older, to the point where it was a mental workout to restrain yourself from leaving purple and blue marks all along his neck, desiring to hear praises stutter on his lips as you show the man the love he has lacked over the years. It didn’t help that he also had those cherry-colored eyes that pierced into you, the only eyes to ever truly see you for you. In your humble opinion, the best part about Diluc Ragnvindr is neither his wisdom nor his love, but his ass.

Unsure if Barbatos is actually able to listen into your thoughts or not due to Venti’s uncanny capability to make jokes about thoughts you know you have never uttered aloud whenever Diluc turns his back to the two of you at the bar, you quickly rectify your thoughts and mumble an apology to the potentially omniscient alcoholic bard.

The best part about Diluc Ragnvindr lies within his ass... umptions. His assumptions, specifically about the inherent truthfulness he believed to be in your statements. Your boyfriend, as much as you loved him, is an extremely gullible man. Such a fact is even written on the ceilings of every room, but it never hurts to double-check. If you are Teyvat’s jester, then Diluc is Teyvat’s fool, but he is a fool in love.

The calculated, reserved man only lets himself be duped by you. No matter how many times you trick him, he’ll listen to your exaggerated claims and boisterous words with widened eyes, immediately trusting your words as he trusts you wholeheartedly.

You thrive in such an environment, manipulating Diluc to your liking. Not in a bad way of course, as the thought of hurting even a single hair on his head makes your stomach churn and nausea arise. Rather, you find amusement in tricking him with subtle sleights of the hand and little white lies, before revealing your cards at the end of every show and reveling in his flustered nature. You long not to hurt Diluc, but you relish in the way his milky skin turns to a rosy pink upon realizing your deception.

In simpler terms, you love to prank your red-haired, stoic boyfriend in order to see the shy smile and bashful eyes that accompany his revelations of your actions.

Being the funniest, sexiest woman in Teyvat with the most attractive, most trusting boyfriend in all of Mondstadt leads to raucous laughter on your behalf and flushed cheeks on your boyfriend’s behalf during many nights within your shared home. With Diluc’s confidence in you, you are unstoppable.

Such arrogance had a tendency to bite you in the ass.

Especially now. Right now. You’ve never regretted duping Diluc more than you do at this moment. For Christmas, you had given him two presents, his actual present and one designed to be a joke. Diluc, bless his heart, had not interpreted such a present to be no more than a simple gag and had politely smiled at you as he held the gift up, inspecting it with poorly disguised distaste in his eyes. The gift in question was a pajama onesie you had found within the clearance section of some decaying Mondstadt boutique, but these weren’t just any pajamas. It was the ugliest piece of clothing you had ever seen.

The offending onesie glints in the light of the fireplace that illuminates Diluc’s face and your poor excuse at a poker face as he analyzes his gift. It is decorated with a variety of misshapen owls, feathers formed by multicolored, poorly sewn sequins. Each owl has two octagonal, almost glowing, gaudy amber-colored rhinestones for eyes, yet each rhinestone is a slightly different shade from the others, as if they had been left out in the sun, forgotten about. A santa hat is perched on the heads of each owl and a candy cane is loosely held in at least one wing of each owl. The onesie even has built-in feet, with owl-shaped grips on the bottom that barely cling on for life in a failed attempt to provide the user traction. Diluc quickly attaches to such a concept and tries to use it as an out.

“It’s… lovely,” He finally manages, doing his best to keep his voice even as he smiles at you. You can see the pain in his eyes. “But I do not believe the feet will fit me.”

You widen your eyes in sadness and bat your eyelashes at him innocently, as if such a sentiment truly wounded you. “Can you hire a tailor to fix them? I spent a lot of time picking out this gift and I think it’s perfect.”

Diluc’s smile breaks and horror creeps into his eyes upon realizing there’s no way out of the predicament he’s currently in. As he breaks his intense ogling of the onesie to look at you, his faux smile is plastered once again on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes and it wavers, but you simply give him a cheery grin in response.

“Of course, dear,” Diluc responds, albeit a bit despondently. Your heart twists a bit and- no, no. Guilt is not allowed in the heart of a true comedian. “Anything for you.” His eyes are empty as his smile slowly drops into a thin line. Your expression of glee is a sharp contrast.

“Yay!” You giggle and clap your hands together once as you pop up from your seated position. Diluc’s woeful expression alleviates upon seeing your seemingly genuine reaction and he manages a small smile once more, this one a bit more genuine. “C’mon! Let’s try it on!”

After wearing it the rest of Christmas night, Diluc not only wears it past the reasonable date to keep wearing Christmas merchandise after Christmas is over, but he wears it multiple times per week. You know he’s only doing it to see your fit of giggles every time he does so and that Diluc wants nothing more than to see you happy, but you’re beginning to hate yourself for such a gift.

The inklings of self-hatred explode into full self-loathing when Diluc reveals he found an identical onesie while shopping and that he purchased it in order to be able to wear around the house more often. You have to hold yourself back from narrowing your eyes at him as he holds up the offending, nearly identical onesie, albeit in a different color. Unlike you, Diluc isn’t a bully. There’s absolutely no way he’s joking right now. Maybe. You aren’t sure.

The end of January rolls around and you’re ready to wrestle Diluc for his Pyro vision and burn these damn onesies yourself. Every time Diluc joins you in bed, ready to clock in for the night, he’s wearing the archonsforsaken Christmas outfit despite Valentine’s Day rapidly approaching. If you wear a cute outfit and lie on the bed, hoping for Diluc’s attention? You’ll certainly get it, but there’s more than just his eyes watching you. There are the artificial eyes of the owls watching the two of you, their beady little rhinestones judging you for your premarital sins. Whenever you reach out to stroke his arm or thigh reassuringly, you’re met with the feeling of cheap flannel and pilled fabrics.

Unfortunately for Diluc, Kaeya is your hero in this situation as he arrives to Dawn Winery unannounced and interrupts you and Diluc reading in bed together. The cavalry captain hadn’t even bothered to knock, swinging the door open with zero fear of what he might have found inside. But, upon seeing the two of you, Kaeya freezes.

“What the hell is that?” Kaeya nearly screeches in horror, pointing at Diluc.

“I’m sure you know what Diluc looks like, Kaeya,” You respond in an annoyed tone. You loved Adelinde, but why had she let Kaeya up to your and Diluc’s chambers without any warning is beyond your comprehension. “You only have one eyepatch, not two.”

Diluc does a poor job at stifling a chuckle next to you, his book now resting on the nightstand next to him due to the intrusion. He wordlessly sneaks an arm around your waist and you lean into his chest instinctively, trying your best to ignore the scratch of the sequins against your cheek.

“No, not that,” Kaeya says, unperturbed at your slight against him. “That! That thing he’s wearing! It’s awful!” His finger shakes in the air before the blue-haired man doubles over in laughter. “That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, holy shit.”

You look up at Diluc, who is flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment and whose brows are furrowed.

“I must admit,” Diluc clears his throat, voice diffident. “It has grown on me.”

Your heart melts at his confession and you scoot up a bit in his grasp, causing him to look at you in confusion before you press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. Adoration swims in his irises as he looks at you and softly smiles, forgetting about Kaeya’s presence despite his brother’s noisy, ceaseless laughter. Sure, the onesie might be a joke that you want to throw into a fire and pray that it burns in the pits of hell for eternity, but Diluc’s defense of your present in the face of Kaeya’s mockery warms even your cold prankster heart.

“Diluc,” You whisper lowly, not wanting Kaeya to hear. It was unlikely he would anyways, as every time he looked up at the two of you in the bed in front of him, Kaeya would burst out into peals of laughter once more. “Where’s the other onesie?”

Diluc looks at you, confused. “It’s in the laundry room. It should be dry now.” Before Diluc can ask you why you need to know such information, you’re breaking free of his grip, stumbling out of the bed, shoving past Kaeya and nearly sprinting out of the room in a hurry. Kaeya and Diluc both watch you leave, equally bewildered.

“Why are you here?” You hear Diluc ask his brother as you flee the room, but you don’t stick around for the rest of their conversation. They can be emotionally constipated together, you have more important things to do. Seizing the freshly-cleaned onesie, you shut the laundry door and shimmy it over your current pajamas, one of Diluc’s old shirts and a pair of old shorts. You have to hop around a bit to get the fabric to settle in just the right places and, dear Barbatos, this thing is uncomfortable.

Diluc must really love you to put up with this outfit every night. Before you can melt into a puddle of goo at the thought of your essentially perfect boyfriend who would do nearly anything for you, you storm out of the laundry room and back into the bedroom, climbing back into bed with Diluc wordlessly, settling your legs underneath the covers and guiding Diluc’s arm back to its rightful place around your waist.

You press another kiss to Diluc’s cheek as he stares at you with an unreadable expression. Despite having recovered from his earlier flustered state, his cheeks quickly return to the shade of red you adore so much. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t stick on this onesie just to shamelessly ogle your boyfriend and kiss him senseless. No, you wore it to spite the man in front of the two of you, whose expression is now morphed into one of horror.

“There’s two of them?! One was already a crime against humanity, but two?!” Kaeya is aghast at such a concept. Diluc’s gaze breaks off you and he tightens his grip around your waist as he glowers at his brother.

“We have a third one if you wish to continue intruding in our home,” Diluc proposes, his voice having a slight edge to it. Kaeya holds his hands up later.

“Alright. I’ll see you later then. Bye, (Y/N)~!” Kaeya quickly ejects himself from the conversation, not even bothering to spare his brother a goodbye in his hurry to leave before a onesie can be thrust upon you.

“You look adorable,” Diluc confesses before pressing a kiss to your forehead. This time, it’s your turn to fluster and you look away, startled by his forwardness. “I always like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Oh… thank you,” You murmur sheepishly, but Diluc grabs your chin and lightly guides your face to look at him. A shiteating grin breaks out across his face.

“I appreciate your support, darling, but isn’t it time we stop this ruse?” Diluc questions and your eyes widen in surprise. “Unfortunately, my brother is correct. These outfits are quite… awful.”

“I like them!” You interject, unsure as to why you’re defending the outfits you had just been wishing for the destruction of.

“Is that so?” Diluc challenges, eyebrows raised as you nod your head furiously. A soft chuckle escapes his lips. “(Y/N), I know I might be dumb at times, especially when it comes to you, but surely you can’t think I’m dumb enough to believe this lie.”

You narrow your eyes at him and fold your arms in contempt. “There is no way you’ve called my bluff this early. Kaeya told you I was fucking with you, didn’t he?”

Diluc’s smug attitude is replaced with that of a scolded puppy, unable to look you in the eyes. “... Yes.”

You can’t help but press yet another kiss to his face, this time gracing his jaw as you pepper light kisses down his neck. “You’re correct. I absolutely loathe these ugly clothes. It’s not even Christmas anymore. But I’d be damned if I was going to let that gremlin insult something of yours.”

Diluc laughs genuinely and he brings your face close to his, pressing your lips together in a sweet, chaste kiss, before pulling away far too soon for your liking.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I should probably change now that the joke is over,” Diluc explains. You raise your eyebrows at him and he lets out a sigh. “The fabric is itchy.” Your boyfriend clambers out of bed and you unabashedly watch him change into a more comfortable outfit, admiring the way his lithe muscles move as he puts on a new shirt. Diluc turns around and looks at you expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to change too?” He asks as he climbs back under the covers with you, but you softly smile and shake your head in response.

“No,” You coo. “I think it’ll stay on for tonight.” You wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his shoulder exaggeratedly.

Diluc groans at your words and you realize he shares the same hatred of the onesies that you do. But, as Diluc’s chief prankster, you’re determined to get the last laugh, even if the dumb fabric scratches against you all night.

#not sure how i feel about this one tbh! it's certainly a different style of writing i feel #but reader in this is extremely similar to my own personality (for once)#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc scenarios #*writing #*diluc #*fic

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