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tojikai · 10 months

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Sundered 2: EMBERS

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, mean!gojo(kinda), babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, implied pregnancy, mentions of abortion

word count: 5.4k

a/n: it's not sad.

Pining so intensely for something you never had to the point where you physically ache.

Each step that you take away from Satoru’s house feels like a stomp to your already broken heart. Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the waterlines of your eyes start to get hot and itch. You recalled the noises and laughs that you heard from them while you walked out of their door.

They have no idea how much you want to get down on your knees and beg them not to take away the only thing you have left.

Your feet feel heavy with each stride you make toward your car. You could taste blood inside your mouth as you bit your inner lip to channel the pain away from your heart and to your body instead. You found yourself looking for answers on why all of this has to happen to you. As if being replaced by the man you love so easily and having to see how he treats someone else a thousand times better than you were not enough, you also have to witness your own flesh and blood turn away from you. Am I really that far behind that woman?

Is she that much better that even my own child prefers her over me?

You placed your hands on the steering wheel, looking down at your lap as you let the tears fall. You kept glancing over at the gate, hoping that Satoru would come out, running with your baby in his arms. Yet, you don’t want him to see you crying miserably. You swallowed thickly, letting out a large breath in an attempt to get rid of the painfully heavy feeling in your chest.

Driving away was numbing, and all sorts of thoughts ran inside your mind. But above all of them, your eyes were focused on the toy store as it got bigger in your view. You wondered about what you could get your little love to at least make her smile when she comes home. You remembered how your gift to her, her favorite bear that she used to hug as she sleeps ever since she was an infant, was cast aside as she clings to her new ones.

Is that a foreshadowing of how you’d end up being in her life? It scared you.

Reaching the parking lot of the store, you looked at yourself in the car mirror, noticing your bloodshot eyes. You inhaled and let a big breath out slowly, puffing your cheeks as you assured yourself that it’ll be fine when she comes home later. Your head hurts so much but you can’t afford to care, stepping out of your car and heading to the front door of the store. The first thing you saw was a pregnant, young lady checking baby books.

She reminded you of yourself when you were still pregnant with Yui; curious about everything, eager to learn, and all was about the baby. You admit that it wasn’t like that at first, given that you were young and had to drop out of college at that time. You were anxious, torn between decisions, and terrified of what life would be like for you from that point in time. During that period, you and Satoru were ignorant but trying hard to figure everything out.

You met Satoru at a nightclub where you worked as a bartender. He was flashy, and women just flock to him as if it was the most natural thing to do around him but that night, his eyes were on you. What with persistent offers of buying you drinks and talking to your manager to let you off early for the night, you ended up in a luxurious hotel suite with him.

He even wrote his number on the price tag of the fancy lingerie set that he bought you after he ruined the one you were wearing the previous night. He was joking that you’ll never get enough so he’s providing you his contact for next time. You thought that would be the end of it. You didn’t think that it was just fate giving you a helping hand in advance because you’d end up with a child together.

You consider it a dumb mistake. You know that Plan Bs exist. But with a working student like you who couldn’t even have time to get a proper boyfriend, it slipped your mind. The first thing you did after you got the results was call Satoru. You thanked the heavens that he wasn’t seeing anyone, and that he remembers you. It was a tense meeting, what with you asking if he wants you to abort the fetus. Next thing you know, you two were already dealing with your mood swings.

“Look, I really want to work this out with you, Y/N. For the baby.” Satoru sighed, slamming the door behind him as he watched you sit on your old couch. You lean your elbows on your knees as you covered your face with your hands, harshly running them down your cheeks to wipe away the big, fat tears that fell from your eyes. There are just so many things going on with your life.

“I’m only 21, Satoru. I got my whole life ahead of me.” You looked up at his tall figure, frustration was evident in your eyes. You can tell that he was also distressed. His hair was messy, his jaw was clenched tightly, and even if you cannot see behind his tinted glasses, you can tell that he hasn’t been getting enough sleep. The dark half-circles under his eyes and the redness in them show just how exhausted and disquieted he has been in the past few days.

Satoru’s five years older than you. He was born to a rich family of politicians who don't and probably will never need support from him or the other younger generations in their household. He has a stable source of income, he could probably make life investments that could cover your yearly living expenses. He has nothing to worry about, he won’t be dropping anything if he decides to take in another mouth to feed. But you…

You’re basically your mother’s retirement plan and now you got pregnant with a kid of a man you barely know. “Y/N, listen to me.” He got down on his knees in front of you, trying to take your hands off of your face as you sob, struggling to catch your breath. What’s going to happen to you now? You didn’t even get to finish the degree that your mother was working her ass off day and night for.

“You won’t have to worry about anything, you know? I’ll handle everything you need—” He trailed, trying to calm you down as he gently grabbed your forearms. “You don’t understand!” You cut him off, snatching your hands away, aggravated that he’s not thinking about how it could affect everything in your life. “Then, what the fuck do you want to do?!” You flinched as he raised his voice at you, breathing hard as he backed away.

“You think you’re the only one who’s going to be affected by this? You think you’re the only one who’s being robbed of another future! Open your fucking eyes, stop being selfish!” Satoru snapped back, harshly taking his glasses off before throwing it across the room. You started to cry, whimpering as you used the collar of your shirt to wipe your tears away.

“I’m scared, Satoru. I’m just so scared. I can’t even take care of myself, how am I supposed to raise a child…” You broke down, turning your body away from him. There was a long pause, a moment of pure silence, save from your sniffs and Satoru’s ragged breathing.

You felt the couch dip as he sat down before pulling you to him, letting you cry on his chest. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You would be lying if you said that the back rub, the temple kisses, and his whispers of reassurance didn’t calm you down. Those thoughts were recurring in your head and now that you finally let it all out and got answers from him, you were soothed.

You blinked hard, shaking your head to get out of your trance. You went straight to the dolls section. You can’t believe you just had a flashback of Satoru comforting you in the warmth of his chest. Your mouth started to twitch, wishing that he held you like that earlier when his girlfriend was slapping into your face that they’re gonna give your child siblings. It shouldn’t hurt you, but it still did. You realized that this girl, this woman is gonna have everything you wish you had with Satoru.

You walked past the kiddie pools and trampoline section, stopping when you saw a playpen, almost similar to the one Satoru bought for your little girl but smaller. The size doesn’t really matter though, because you know that you don’t have enough space in your place for something so big, anyway.

Going closer to check the prices, you bit your lip as your eyebrows bumped together. You were calculating your monthly expenses along with the money for your savings in case of emergency. It’s expensive but you’re determined to cut back just to buy it. You kept your eyes on the tag as you took half a step away from it but your back was met by something, or rather someone behind you.

“It’s not cheap, is it?” A man’s deep voice boomed as you turned around, but your eyes were met by a broad chest. He’s big, you thought. He’s literally blocking your view. It didn’t help that you were short enough to have to look up to see his face. He was also staring at the playpen as he held the pushcart beside him.

“Y-yeah…” You answered, a bit awkward as you found yourself admiring the guy. You admired fathers who are active when it comes to their children. You grew up without a father so, you just found it endearing. You looked away from the man, gritting your teeth as an image of Satoru and his girlfriend shopping for baby things appeared before your eyes for a split second.

“Excuse me, sir. I still have to buy my daughter a gift.” You bowed slightly before turning away. He just nodded his head, too occupied to even look at you. You proceeded to check out the little dolls, hoping that you’d find something that’ll really catch your daughter’s eye. Picking up a dark-haired baby doll with big blue eyes sitting on a stroller, you smiled as you remembered how it has the same eyes as your baby.

You went to pay for the doll, and your heart was filled with joy despite the throbbing pain in your skull and the hot feeling behind your eyes. You reminded yourself not to forget to take your medicine. Thinking about getting sick and having to leave your child for a couple of days with them again makes you anxious, afraid that she’ll never want to go home to you again.

You hurriedly went home, driving in the midst of the rain. You put the little doll on the chair, ready to surprise your baby girl when she comes back. You had to bear with the time, constantly checking your phone if your little girl and her dad are on the way to you. Your heart swelled at the thought.

Though, you know that you’ll never be the one he comes home to, it’s still nice to think about.

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“She really called me Mama.” Naomi giggled as she kissed his daughter’s cheek. Satoru smiled, watching them play together warms his heart. It made him feel like he was staring at his family even if he knows that his daughter isn’t hers. He pursed his lips, remembering the look in your eyes at what you heard the child say.

He felt conflicted, not knowing how to react to all of it. He doesn’t want to embarrass his girlfriend by correcting her in front of you. But he also felt bad that he just watched you walk out that door on the verge of tears. Satoru had you memorized after all this time, it wasn’t a long time but he used to watch everything you do.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, though.” Satoru sighed, shaking his head as he pushed a bit of Naomi’s hair away from her face. Her expression dropped as she adjusted the toddler in her arms. Satoru pulled her close to his side, hugging her waist as he thought about how to explain it to her without making her feel disheartened.

“I’m worried about how Y/N will feel about it, to be honest. I don’t know but it may worry her.” He kissed the side of her forehead before stepping away as he watches his daughter’s eyes look at them. He knows that she’s still too young but he feared that she’ll get confused by all of this.

Like why is her father not with her mother, and why is he holding someone else?

He wondered if she’ll grow to hate him for giving up on their family. “Oh, Is that so…I thought we were fine already.” Naomi’s voice was quiet as she bit her lip, making Satoru rethink. “It’s not that, I just think that maybe that’s how she might feel.” Satoru took one of her hands, kissing it before rubbing his thumb on her soft skin. “No, I understand, I got too comfortable. I’m just a girlfriend, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Satoru doesn’t want to make her feel like this, she’s just really attached to his baby. He knows that Naomi adores kids, they often joke around about it, so he could see why she’s excited about his daughter calling her Mama. Thinking about it now, maybe this shouldn’t be so bad. After all, she’s not gonna be just a girlfriend to him forever, right? Naomi is a great person, and Satoru thinks that it’s not impossible to have a future with her.

“Don’t say that. That’s just my assumption. She’ll tell if it’s not alright, I know. We’re co-parenting so we have to talk about those stuff.” Three squeezes to her hands made Naomi smile sweetly at him, her eyes as kind as the stars. “Yeah, discussions are important. I don’t want her to feel like I’m trying to keep her away from us.” The calmness in her voice comforted Satoru.

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After receiving a text from Satoru, you found yourself staring at the mirror, retouching your makeup like it’s gonna make him fall for you. Hopeless. Not long after, the doorbell rang and you dashed to the door. There, Satoru stood with Yui asleep on his shoulders. You took her bags, along with the teddy bear that she was hugging to her chest. Seeing her holding it again made you feel relieved.

“Are you feeling better now?” Satoru inquired, walking past you to put your kid in her little bed. You hummed in response, “She’s full, don’t give her any more milk. Naomi fed her before she fell asleep.” Her again. You thought as the small smile on your face dissipated. You’re just thankful that he didn’t take her with them here.

There was a moment of silence as the two of you watched your daughter sleep peacefully. A sigh escaped Satoru’s lips before he turned to you. He was about to say something, but closed his mouth, thinking. You took a deep breath, pursing your lips as you collected your thoughts. You started to rub your hands together, trying to get rid of the cold feeling on your fingertips.

Your communication issues with Satoru only worsened when he got a girlfriend. Seeing how he is with her made you doubt the importance of your words to him. It’s like if you get stuck in a room together with her and something happens, you’re almost certain that he’d accuse you first. You wouldn’t admit it but you yearn for him. You yearn for the way he acts towards her. You yearn for the things he does for her.

You yearn for the things he so easily, willingly offer to her; things you had to beg for when you were still together.

“Satoru, I just want to ask…Since when did Yui start to call Naomi Mama?” You looked at the ground, somewhat embarrassed of your question but can’t pinpoint why. It just made you feel…weak and insecure. And you are that. But you can’t let Satoru see it. You don’t want him to feel even more sorry for you. You can see it in his and his girlfriend’s eyes whenever they look at you. They probably pity you and the state you are in.

Alone. With no one to hold your pieces together but you.

“I don’t really remember. Look, I was going to mention that…” Satoru trailed, looking everywhere but you. He probably noticed your discomfort earlier. “I know it doesn’t seem right to you because she’s just my girlfriend but…” Here’s the “but” again. How come he can always find the good when it comes to her, even when she literally did you so wrong by letting your daughter call her Mama and even acting like one in front of you?

Ever since Satoru got a girlfriend, arguing with him started to feel like fighting in a war without any type of armor in your body. How are supposed to stand strong, when the fact that he’ll always be on her side was your weakness? There were times when you wanted to fight for yourself but you couldn’t bear to because you know that he was shielding her from everything, heedlessly deserting you.

“I didn’t really appreciate it. I mean… I-I just think she’s not in the place to—” You thought the words you chose to describe the situation were too risky when you were cut off by Satoru, taking his glasses off. You can’t read him but he’s looking at you with that apologetic gaze again. His face was filled with contrite and you can’t quite understand why. But like a mouse sensing danger, you wanted to run away.

“I…I’m thinking about proposing to Naomi.” It shouldn’t hurt. You told yourself again. You don’t have the right to feel hurt. This man disrespected you, hurt you, and made you feel so incredibly small yet here you are, wishing you were the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. “I know she’s just my girlfriend now, but it’s bound to change.” You suddenly just wanted him to leave. “She…she’d like to ask for permission to let our daughter call her Mom. You know she treats Yui like she’s her—”

“I don’t want to.” You whispered firmly through gritted teeth, cutting Satoru off. You don’t wanna hear it anymore. You can’t go through that again and you can’t let that happen again. “Yui is my daughter, and I don’t want her calling anyone else Mama.” You looked up at him with glassy eyes before turning away to walk out of the room, not wanting to startle the toddler from her slumber. Satoru was instantly on your tail, calling your name.

“She’s my daughter, too. Y/n, what is wrong? I know that you have your limitations and that’s why I’m here to talk about it with you, but why are you acting like this?” He walked closer to you, trying to catch your eyes. “I know it’s not just about this, I know you’ve been having problems with her but give a reason, at least. She’s been nothing but good to our kid. ” It’s getting hard for you to breathe as you tried to process your emotions and his questions.

You proceeded to the kitchen, hurrying to grab yourself a bottle of water before you collapse, but failing terribly when Satoru spoke the next sentence “Y/N, we all have to adjust, don’t be unfair to her, she doesn’t deserve it.”

“And I do?!” You shouted at him, taking him by surprise and making him take a step back.

“You think she doesn’t deserve any of that shit but I DO?!” You lamented, shaking your head in pain and disbelief. There were tears streaming down your face and no pattern of breathing can help you control it. You were able to keep it in when he shoved his new girlfriend in your face several months ago, but now it’s taking its toll.

You were about to get the clothes that he bought for your daughter on your way home from work but were met with a woman snuggled up to him on his couch. You hated him for allowing you to see them like that when he knows that you haven’t even processed your split yet because a month before that, he was saying that he could fix his shortcomings for you and his daughter.

You remember how sick you felt in your stomach when he introduced her, saying that you weren’t supposed to see them like that. It’s revolting; how he thought that you were upset because of what you saw and not because he just went back on his words. Naomi kept her head down, standing in front of you as she muttered an apology before scurrying to Satoru’s room.

Naomi was his father’s new assistant and unlike you, she got to finish her studies. Despite being classmates in high school, she was three years older than you due to the frequent relocation of her family. Regardless of her tough childhood, she was known to be a smart kid. No wonder his mother approved of her in such a short amount of time.

You and Satoru were never perfect but it doesn’t mean that you were never happy with each other before. The issues overpowered your interest in each other, making it hard for the two of you to bounce back. You admit that you’ve been negligent of Satoru at a certain point of your relationship but it was only because you got tired of his ways.

He would come home late, making you stay up all night because he failed to reply when you texted him, asking him his whereabouts. He’d be out drinking with friends, and it wasn’t a problem but you just wanted him to at least let you know so wouldn’t be worrying to the point that you can’t even sleep.

His mother was overbearing. You got pregnant by someone’s son in a one-night stand and that’s all she paints you with. You were belittled and told that you can’t even take care of the child properly. Hell, was she so eager for Satoru to leave you and find someone better who achieved something in life.

Consequently, this negligence led to fits of jealousy from Satoru. This drove you to quit the job you used to have after a coworker of yours who only wanted to help became the subject of his suspicions. His mother saw you getting dropped off by your friend while she was babysitting your daughter.

It was only because your car broke down and you don’t want to bother Satoru at work. You couldn’t really blame him for thinking that way because you know that he’s been feeling invisible to you which wasn’t true. You just don’t know how to deal with it anymore and you started to pull yourself away.

It got to the point where you couldn’t even communicate how you truly feel about him because it was overshadowed by your problems. You were arrogant enough to tell him that someone could treat you right and do much better and now, look at you; standing before him and his girl. Longing for him and eating the words you spitefully told him.

Pining so intensely for something you never had to the point where you physically ache.

The memory was tormenting, heart-rending, and traumatic to you. And now you get to watch them write their happy ending while you are here, left in the dust, drowning in the feelings that will never ever get recognized and will never ever be relevant.

It hasn’t even been a year, and he’s already planning to marry her. He’s been nothing but better to her, yet, he couldn’t even change his ways for you and your child? Couldn’t he learn to truly love you after everything you endured just to be with him? You know that you have flaws, and chose some wrong steps and paths in your relationship.

But you can’t bear to lose him like this. You know that you could have fought more for your relationship. He’d always say that you’d work things out. So, why did he stop? How could he stop choosing you so easily?

“How could you give her the world, yet refuse me the tiny bit of what I have left?”

Your voice was small as you backed away, defeated. Satoru couldn’t move. From everything that has happened that morning, he could tell that you’ve been on edge. To Satoru, the only thing that connects you to him is his daughter. He refuses to believe that after all of that, you can still make it work.

At least, that’s the realization he came about when he met Naomi. She taught him that love isn’t supposed to be strenuous, it isn’t always about fighting. Within his tumultuous relationship with you, she came around and showed him that he’s seen. That his feelings are valid. He came to the conclusion that maybe he just wanted to love you because you have a child together.

“Tiny bit?” He asked, frustrated that you just won’t let this go easily, irked that you always think you’re the only one having a hard time. If Satoru’s being honest, he’s just tired of it all. He just wants you to understand his point and get it over with. But now you’re crying in front of him and again, he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t even think of the right things to say or the right decisions to make. It’s like it’s all back to square one with you.

“You call it ‘tiny bit’ when I couldn’t even live my life because of you?! I’ve given everything, Y/N! I just want to be at peace with everything and I’m obviously not having it with you!” You couldn’t even breathe through the piercing ache in your chest from the daggers that are coming out of his mouth. Your hand reached over to your chest, grasping your shirt as his every word irreversibly pulverized your already wounded heart.

“I wish I never met you that night and I wish I never had Yui with you. You’re a thorn in my side, Y/N!” By the time he finished screaming at you, you were shaking like a leaf, grabbing a chair beside your table as your wide eyes stared at him in shock. Grief, mortification, and agony were plastered on your face, and only then did Satoru’s words sink into him.

“Y/N, I—” Before he could even form a proper phrase, a loud cry erupted from the other room. Yui. He watched as you quickly wiped away your tears, seeing the emotions mix inside your eyes until they turned into a weeping void with all the tears pooling inside them.

“I…I loved you, Satoru. And I hate that even now that you’re kicking me while I’m down for the sake of someone else, I still love you.” The crack in your voice had Satoru subconsciously moving closer to you, opening his arms to pull you into him but you were quick to flinch away, sniveling.

“Please, just—just go. Do whatever you want, just d-don’t take Yui away. I’m fine with it now, Satoru.” It’s almost as though something in you died when he spoke those words to you. You don’t know if he heard because you couldn’t even hear yourself. You could feel the beat of your heart in your chest and each one of them sends a burning ache to your body. “Just go, please.” You whimpered as you bit your upper lip, looking down on the floor.

Satoru can’t take his eyes off of your fragile figure as you leaned on the kitchen counter, slowly walking back to your daughter’s room. He remained unmoving until you exited the kitchen area. It was only after a few minutes that he decided to go, not bothering to wipe away the tears that rolled down his face as he listened to your muffled cries behind the closed door.

Each sob was filled with anguish that Satoru knows he’ll never be able to erase.

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A few weeks later have passed yet Satoru still doesn’t know what to make of himself. He couldn’t focus on anything that he works on. He couldn’t even workout properly, he always ends up getting angry. It was a good thing that both he and Naomi were swarmed with tasks; they didn’t have time to interact any more than what their jobs would allow. If they did, Satoru isn’t sure if he’ll be able to focus on her. She still has time to visit every week, though. During those days, she spends her time with Satoru and sometimes, Yui.

He makes sure to free his time and himself completely when he’s with his daughter so he can give his full attention to her. Satoru picks her up from your house, same schedule as before. Sometimes it’s you, but other times, it was your mother. “All I asked of you was to never break her, Gojo.” were the first words she spoke to him. Satoru can’t look her in the eyes. Your mother was a kind woman, humble and unjudging. And to have her talking to him like that, Satoru was beyond ashamed.

He couldn’t give her a reason, or an answer. All he did was apologize. Like he should. Naomi was unaware of it all and the proposal that Satoru was planning for her was set aside due to all that had happened. He just doesn’t think it’s the right time to plan about it when his relationship with you is strained. Yes, you’re not together anymore but you’re still the mother of his child and he wants to be civil with you, at least.

Yui kept asking for you even when she was with him as if sensing that her Mama was hurting. She’s always carrying the new doll that you bought for her. Satoru once asked her if you cry and she would simply shake her head. He gets nothing out of it, of course, she’s just a kid. But who else could he ask?

Satoru has no idea what you have been doing. He knows that you go to work, but other than that, he’s clueless about the places you go to and why your mother started babysitting his daughter more during the past few days. Satoru thought that maybe you just can’t stand seeing him anymore and is refusing to face him whenever he picks his daughter up. You have every right and reason to despise him, after all.

So, now he stands on the other side of your door, wondering if he’ll get to see your face this time or be welcomed with the frowning face of your mother. He knocked three times, like he always does, adjusting the collar of his shirt. To his surprise, it wasn’t any of the two women he was expecting holding the door open for him.

“Who are you?” A shirtless man with a muscular build stood before Satoru, a curious yet accusatory gaze scanned him like he was an intruder in his own woman’s home. He leaned on his tattooed arm against the doorframe, blocking the tiny view he has of the inside. It pissed him off, clenching his jaw for a few seconds before speaking.

“Who are you?” Satoru bit back, raising his brows in an attempt to intimidate the guy. He’s only a couple of centimeters taller than the stranger but he’s bigger. It wasn’t a big deal to him until the man opened the door wider. A short, deep chuckle escaped his lips before a smug smirk appeared on his face.

Tilting his head, the man gave Satoru a clear look at the scratches adorning his nape and the purple and maroon marks on his jaw. It made Satoru’s blood boil, unreasonably so.

“Think you know who I am now?”

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simon sees a familiar face. (AO3 mirror) tags: darkfic. ghost x nude model! reader. (given a stage name but no discerning characteristics.) violent intrusive thoughts. objectification. rough sex. marking. dacryphilia. possessiveness. dubcon photo sharing.

It's the slip of her skin in his periphery. Moisturised, gold shimmer body glaze. Tucked up against the bar and nursing a negroni in both hands, her dress riding high up on her thigh. Sticks out like a sore thumb in a pub like this, where seedy men come to drink their woes away. Just a little too clean, prim and perfect polish. Pretty enough to make his teeth hurt.

He has to do a double take before he can be sure. Where he would know her calves, those hands and varnished nails, anywhere, he can hardly believe it until she turns a quarter angle and her face comes into full view. Lips he's seen perked up and glossed into erotic O's. Eyes so often half-cast and sultry, lined in kohl, that it's odd to see them wide like this; looking around, searching for something.

Yeah. Simon knows her. Knows her like the grip of a gun, the rip release of a hand grenade, the flat lining of barrack cot mattresses. Knows her so well that his cock chubs up in an almost pavlovian response, fat and heavy and leaking already, like a bloody sixth former seeing a pair of tits for the first time. In all honesty, this might just be the equivalent for a man like himself. Aching jowls, frothy lips. Ageing, dirty beast – thrown the most delectable fucking bone.

Because it's her. Cut straight from the centrefold of his favourite magazine and pasted a mere four feet away. Just as alluring, as provocative as she is in the poster he'd gifted Johnny on a deployment birthday. The object gracing every page not adhered together with dry cum. The one thing that gets him – and frankly, every other mutt on the task force – through long missions.

He throws back the last of his bourbon and slips his mask back over his chin. The haunt is emptier than usual. He assumes the big guy by the doorway is responsible, no doubt hired to follow her around and scare the creeps away. Simon must count as one – if his intentions, latched like filthy claws in his stomach, are anything to go by – but he's also bigger. Bolder. Probably has tattoos that outlast her bodyguard's experience in the field. So he takes his chances as he stretches up and prowls up to where she's sitting.

"Selene Harlow." It's a stage name, of that he's certain. But he has nothing else to call her by, not having fallen short of searching for her true identity. She's good at keeping herself safe from perverts like him. A good fucking girl, if not a little minx.

"Only on the clock." She smiles softly, dipping the orange peel in and out of her drink. It looks untouched, glass sweating onto the bar top. He thinks of holding her head back by her hair and knocking the concoction down her throat. "You don't look like my date."

Simon makes a sound. "No' your usual type, then?"

"I didn't say that." Her dress is low cut, bandage tight. When she breathes in, he devours the way her chest heaves out of the material. Begging to pop free, or else be ripped open right here. He can't imagine she would be opposed to being stripped in public. Not with her breasts plastered on a million different publications, issues displayed in the illicit material case behind every gas station counter.

"Well, he must be soft in th'head."

She shrugs. "Don't sound so surprised." Simon wonders, if he were to press his thumbs down onto each collarbone, how much pressure it would take to snap them in place. He's always liked the delicate arch of her shoulders, the swan-like column of her neck. With how he fixated he is on them now, he can hardly place the dejection in her voice. "Not a lot of people wanna go out with a girl who does what I do. It was only a matter of time before he found out."

"Can' be too pissed at him, a'suppose."

"Hm?"

"His loss is my gain."

"Aha." A flash of teeth. She turns on the bar stool to fully face him, and her knees knock his. Soft fucking legs, plush like a chew toy and he knows– he knows what they look like completely nude and spread open. But nothing could've quite prepared him for how different it is to see them in real life. To see her – real, fleshly, blood full – and not be able to take. Have to hold himself back despite the way he's pumped himself raw to her arse almost a hundred times now. He lost the plot some time ago. His mind must think of her as his. "Is that what this is?"

And what is this? Simon doesn't have a name for it. All he knows is the way his head itches, the tantalisation crawling in his skin. The sheer self-restraint it takes not to pocket her home and chain her to his bed. He wants to dig his teeth into her cheek.

Instead–

"Could be."

"I think that's up to me." She crinkles in a wily little smile and he chuckles because it's funny. Funny because she takes him to be a good man. But with the way her bodyguard is eyeing him from across the room (fucking muppet), he knows that's not the quality he's projecting. There's the urge to crack a sick joke, something about clipping a bird's wings, just to see her pick up on the rot he carries with him. "You military?"

"Tha' obvious?"

"Hm, no. Wild guess." She straightens her back and the vague gesture she makes with her wrist is enough to drive him up a wall. It sets a timer, ticking time bomb, in his brain that'll detonate if he doesn't get his nasty old hands on her waist. Thirty seconds on the clock. He can never be patient when it comes to sweet things. "Your... stature. And I tend to be popular with servicemen, anyway. What's your name?"

"And why do you wan' to know my name, bird?"

She flutters her lashes, pointedly looking down to where he's bulging in his jeans. Bird is right. She shines like one with pretty feathers, begs to be plucked, because why else would mother nature create things like her if not to appease men like him?

"Figure you'd want me to moan it later."

And it's like watching one fly into a cage on its own accord. His blood boils hot and thin, flooding his head until his eyes strain with something ferocious. "Why wait." Simon says. He can't wrap an arm around her waist fast enough, scooping her from her seat and wrapping her tight against his side. Tight enough that, if she changed her mind, she wouldn't be able to flap her way out of it. "Name's Simon, and there's a bathroom 'round back."

It's nasty. Depraved. Graffiti lines all four walls and it's no coincidence that the one he pins her up against looks the filthiest. Something in him craves to see her degraded (the same part that marked a picture of her in black ink, chicken-scratch body writing proclaiming her as his), brought down to the same peg that he occupies. Beasts with too much baggage stored in their marrow. Humans, men, with moral compasses that skew a tad too far left. Animals. Animalistic.

"I don– Don't usually do this..." She breathes, excuse stuttered through little whimpers as he mouths at her jaw. Maybe she's afraid of living up to her name, or whatever image Selene Harlow projects. Not a prostitute, he can almost hear her say. Tastes the fear of misconception, sour on otherwise tart skin. He hums and tugs her breasts free with one, scarred paw.

"Doesn' really matter, bird. Were fuckin' made for it." He squeezes the two mounds, pinches knotted nipples and rolls them between his fingers until she cries. Her voice breaks in little bubbled sobs – starts crying so fast that, christ, it must be some sort of record – and he aches in his trousers. Ready to burst if he doesn't bully his cock into a hole soon, just like she's been ready to be unravelled all night. "Made to be mine, yeah? Bloody 'ell, jus' look at you."

Frayed little tapestry. If he weren't so mad with lust, he'd obsess what drove her to this point. What brought her to some shitty pub in Manchester to meet a good for nothing lemon. Why she mewls and completely melts into him when he slaps her tits, just to see the way they jiggle. He's an ugly bastard, definitely punching just by breathing the same air as her, and yet she's so perfectly willing. Flaying herself open, skinned alive. Gasping selfish gulps of air when he finally pulls off his mask to sink his canines into her shoulder.

He's so used to seeing her posed, perfectly still. To have her like this, a trapped worm underneath him, feels like concentrated lightning on every artery. Overstimulating. Paralysing. He never thought he'd see the day where she exposes herself in motion: folding her dress up over her wide hips, slipping soaked panties down to her ankles.

(In fact, he vividly remembers brooding over an interview her magazine had added to the corner of a cover page, once. Selene Harlow tells all! Answers inquiries on video pornography and more!

I don't think I'm the right person for that sort of scene. Not much of an actress, I'm afraid.)

Not that her feigning was ever a concern. Simon knows the giddy gossamer over her eyes can't be artificially replicated. She's too clumsy, too amateur in the way she readies herself for him. Used to doing all this prep in a frilly dressing room with apathetic staff members directing her. Sways a bit on her heels and holds onto his thick forearms as she widens her stance. He stands until she's steady, then drops to his knees in search of the star of this show.

And the sight is as much a bludgeon to his self control as seeing her for the first time was, trigger for the feral mongrel that barks and chomps on his ribcage. Her cunt is just as perfect up close in this grimy bathroom as it is well lit, professionally oiled, and printed on coated paper. A little fuzzy, swollen enough that it flowers open for him on its own. Shyly inviting him to dig his nose right under her clit and inhale, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the scent of her, undiluted. Salivate blooms around his teeth.

When he flattens his tongue against it, she tries to find purchase in the roots of his shorn hair. Nails scrambling along the buzzcut until she forfeits and clamps her hand behind his ears, head thrown back to knock against the wall. If he were a nice man, he would spend hours buried between her legs. Sated by licking her slick from its source, like a kitten given a bowl of cream. Would make her cum until she forgets how to keep quiet, until she screams his name loud enough for the world knows their muse is off the market now.

But if he were a nice man, he wouldn't be defiling her here. He would've taken her out to the Greek place that never seems to have room for him alone, and then back to her apartment, where he'd drop her off with a chaste kiss and a promise to call her tomorrow.

So Simon combs through her lips once, twice, three times. Coats her in enough spit to be able to shove two fingers with little fuss, and scissors them apart. The little thing stretches to accommodate his ministrations immediately, clutch swallowing him up to the second knuckle and sucking around him when he spreads her hole for his leering eye. It's cute – so fucking cute how she clenches and keens and cries. Neck arched up above him. Apple of eden, blank canvas. His fingers leave her cunt as he rises to bite into it.

(Truthfully, she could've done with more prep. She wasn't lying when she said she doesn't do this often, whatever this is. But the way silver pebbles brim on her lash-line makes his chest twist, the dog rearing on its haunches, ready to pounce – and he thinks he'd like to see her babble in pain as he splits her open on his cock.)

"Gonna take you home after this, y'hear? Fuck you well 'n' good, all proper like. Fold ya over a mattress and print my cock on your guts, birdie. Never let you forget it. "

"S-Si! Simon, please. I n-need..."

Ichor beads in the shape of his teeth, streaking oxygenated red down her throat. He makes a mess of it, smearing it across the marred patch of skin, and brings the fluid up to her face to rub it into her cheek. The type of marking he'd reserve for his third or fourth going with someone – if anyone ever lasts that long – but is absolutely necessary right now. Here, with her. Technically their hundredth something time together, if he were deranged enough to count the various times he'd spent himself over her spreads.

But nothing can supersede the truth of the matter. He streaks blood along her face and licks it off in a show of merciless possession. Pretty things like her get plucked off streets and ruined everyday, despite her cynicism on her value, and he can point to at least three other men by name who would slaughter to be in his place. Best to stake his claim now, clamp a collar on the exotic fowl he pulled down from the sky.

"Need wha', hm?" His tongue laps at her cheek, laving over the contour of her nose and swiping right under her eye to catch the tears that freely fall. She winces when he gets too close, hands faltering along his waistband.

"Your... d-dick. Please, please. Just wanna be fucked, Simon."

He plants a rough kiss onto her mouth, all teeth and tongue, and finally ladles himself free of his jeans.

Just wanna be fucked.

Daft, silly girl.

She should've chosen anyone else.

It takes a bit of pressure to feed himself into her cunt, pinning either leg to the sides of his hips as he guides his cock toward the opening. If she was putty before, she's positively liquid now, boneless rag doll slumped onto him. Dead weight. Letting him take control of this fight. Content to do nothing, slack-jawed and empty eyed as her hot walls come to embrace him completely. Her breath halts, the air recalibrating to just the sound of his ragged grunts, and he considers it an invitation to wrap a fist around her neck.

"I'll do more than jus' fuck you, pretty thing. Won' ever let you out of my sight."

And he means it.

It's impossible to withdraw completely from her – vacuum sealed too tight, too good, around him. So he fucks in short thrusts instead, snapping his pelvis back, only to shove forward once her legs begin to flail about. It's brutal even by his standards, rough in a way that supplants pleasure with pain. A small pity surfaces when her lip trembles, discomfort wringing her darling face up like a dish towel. Wet and pathetic, but he sneaks his free hand down to knead at her swollen clit anyway.

Like oil, it slips and hardens, tense enough that he knows she won't last long if he keeps it up.

Simon feels his own release encroaching. Unfurling at the base of his spine to form something cruel and primal. His vision tunnels to fixate on her – not the filthy bathroom or the lewd squelch of her pussy taking him in. Not the banging on the door by a customer desperately needing to piss, or otherwise, her bodyguard concerned at the choked screams carved from her lungs. Just her. Little bird.

The howling in his head doesn't stop, but it sure as hell quiets down when she soaks the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. Squirts, off-white fluid gushing from her and trickling onto the tiled floor. His movements grow stilted, off-rhythm, at the sight. His want grows claws and scales, grows wants that have wants. Beastly. He sees red.

"N-noghonbirfcontraahl." She gasps, suffocated still by the fingers pressing crescent-shaped scars beneath her jaw.

"Don' give a shit." He growls, then cums.

(Really, he doesn't. To see her swell up with his child is just one more added temptation, carrot on a stick. He bucks like a rabid animal and bookmarks that thought away for later.)

His seed doesn't stay put when he pumps her full of it. It gathers and drips out of her, undeterred by the barrage of his softening cock. When he pulls out, it draws milky treks down her legs. There's the instinct to shovel it back into her, tape her lips shut until the spend takes; but as he pockets her panties and helps her readjust her dress (after polishing himself clean on the expensive fabric), he finds he quite likes the thought of parading her around like this.

"C'mon," He nips her earlobe. "let's walk you home."

Simon does end up making good on his promise. They hardly get any sleep that night, sweating on every available surface her flat affords. By the end of it, she's so tuckered out that he has to lift her to bed. Hardly cognisant as he strips to his boxers and sidles up right next to her.

What doesn't escape her notice, however, is when he pulls his phone out to snap a picture of her like this. Fucked to oblivion, puffy pussy oozing about three loads worth of cum.

"W-what are you–" Stuttered. Panicked, like a pet that has at last realised it's been caged.

"Shhhh, birdie. You're my model, ain't you? Let me show you off, yeah? Won' let it get into the wrong hands."

"Promise?" She whimpers, tucking into his broad chest. She isn't in the condition to give her proper assent, but he takes it anyway, kissing both eyes and carding his fingers across her scalp.

"Promise." He mutters, then sends the portrait off. "Jus' to men like me."

Sgt. Garrick: ?! Is that Capt. Price: Christ, Simon. Someone ought to muzzle you. Johnny: I don't believe you. Johnny: Pick up my calls. Johnny: SIMON.

#should've made this a proper fic #it's longer than i expected it to be #anyway.#simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #simon riley #ghost #x female reader #call of duty #fanfiction

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Hi honey! I hope you’re taking care of yourself ❤️ I love love LOVE how you write! Can I please request bombshell reader x Spencer telling the team she’s pregnant 💕

thank you for requesting! <3 fem, 2k

“Spencer?”

Your quiet tone has his attention faster than any shouting would’ve; he expects high energy from you, and your murmur scares him half to death. He backtracks from the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth, toothpaste dripping down his fingers as he yanks it out and asks, “What?”

“Is this okay?”

You chew your lip and turn to the side, illuminating your problem with a hand framed under your tummy. Your skin peeks out from the bottom of your shirt.

The wonder of you is that you’ve always been beautiful, always, in Spencer’s eyes at least if not the entire world’s, because of how you present yourself, and of course because of your big heart. Your smile, the way you talk, all of it is beautiful and, most of the time, measured. Your clothes are carefully picked, and now you’re changing and your clothes need to change with it —your bump has appeared faster than Spencer realised it would, and you haven’t had time to upgrade your wardrobe. The cases are endless and you’d been more interested in doctor’s appointments and house viewings than clothes shopping.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, perhaps a bit useless, white frothy paste sliding down his chin.

You smile momentarily, nervous on your feet as you adjust your shirt. “I think I look very pregnant.”

Spencer goes back into the bathroom to finish brushing. “You look mildly pregnant,” he agrees loudly over the rush faucet. He spits, wipes his face, and rinses his toothbrush.

“Compared to my usual non-pregnant look, I mean,” you say.

“It’s just that shirt’s a little tight,” he promises. “We’ll find something.”

You probably aren’t going to find something, you both realise. You stand in front of him in one of your soft bralettes, the ‘S’ of your pendant on your rising chest, shirtless and likely to stay that way. “Oh,” he says, tapping your bump gently with his knuckle. “Maybe it got bigger overnight.”

“I think so,” you agree, taking his hand where it hovers to press to the top of the slope of the bump. You’re holding his hand more than you’re protecting the bump, a perplexed frown on your lips as you kneed his fingers in yours.

“We don’t have time to go to the store, but we could be late,” he says.

“What if we have a case?”

“That’s a better reason to go shopping.”

You pout for a kiss, leaning up to press your lips to his wry smile. “No. Do you still have that maroon sweater? The one that didn’t fit you right, with the v-neck?”

Spencer helps you into said sweater though you don’t need his assistance, smoothing down the wrinkles carefully. It hides the too-short hem of your white shirt underneath, and paired with the collar, Spencer couldn’t be more in love with you. “You’re dressed like me five years ago,” he says.

“Like it?” you flirt, your cheeks apples with your smug smile, your hands under your chin.

“You really are glowing.”

“Don’t tempt me into kissing you stupid,” you say, still flirting, voice dipping into that warm, sweet place that probably caused the bump between you in the first place.

“You’re lucky I don’t kiss you stupid,” he jokes, putting an arm around you for a quick hug. “Too bad we need to work to save to buy a stupid house instead.”

“Have a stupid baby,” you mumble happily, your face pressed to his chest. He kisses your cheek.

You’re both in incredible moods when you finally make it to work, tethered together from the parking lot to the elevator to the BAU office. There’s been a lot more hand holding since you found out you were pregnant, though you’re trying to keep it private just a little bit longer. Hotch gets antsy about pregnant people in the field (though he’d never force you to stay home), and the others can tend to be overbearing.

You are excited to tell them. Spencer’s your family, the team is as good as, and they’ll all be so, so happy for you. At first you’d been waiting for the twelve week milestone for practicality’s sake, but now you’re just waiting for the right time.

“Clothes get lost in the move?” Morgan asks.

You aren’t telling them about the pregnancy, but you’re honest about other things. They know you’ve moved in with Spencer, and that you’re looking for a house. Morgan would’ve been offended if you hadn’t told him. He’d offered up a bunch of his properties to you both for viewing and promised a very good family and friends price point, but they hadn’t been perfect enough. It’s just a starter house, he’d argued, mostly unoffended at your pickiness.

He doesn’t realise that you and Spencer wanna raise a baby, and you want as perfect a home as possible for at least the toddler years before you start looking to move up the ladder. A family home.

“Very funny,” you praise, letting Spencer pull back your chair for you as you sit down. You feel the new extra roundness of your bump and wonder why nobody else has noticed it either. Spencer certainly can’t stop looking at it. You catch him all the time, and at night, alone and in bed, you let him run his hand up and down the hill of it, clearly amazed.

“It looks good on you, mama,” Morgan says.

You laugh. “Doesn’t everything?” you ask with an exaggerated smirk.

“Yes,” Spencer says.

You dip your head back in your chair. “This is why I love you.”

“Devotion,” Spencer guesses, wiping at a smudge of makeup under your eye tenderly.

You put your hand on your stomach. It’s weird how things change and don’t at the same time. You feel like you love him so much more now you’re a family with him, but you loved him endlessly before. Moments like this were plentiful and warm as sunshine, the undulating care in his touch a practised exercise at this point. You let your eyes close. He strokes your cheek.

“Hotch wants everyone in the conference room,” JJ says, announcing herself and her towering cup of coffee as she breezes past the bullpen.

You follow her upstairs to the conference room. Rossi, Hotch and Penelope are already waiting, everyone accompanied by their own creature comfort (coffee, coffee, and tea, respectfully). You and Spencer take seats opposite Hotch and Rossi, hands held together as always, his left in your right, his thumb kind against your knuckles.

“The jet is still pre-loading from last time, so we can’t leave until late tonight, but we will be leaving,” Hotch begins, nodding at Penelope. “Until then, we’ll work the case from here.”

She nods back and clicks onto some severely disgusting photographs.

You work through the facts together. Emily arrives late with apologies soon forgiven, your team a well-oiled machine. Of course, without being there, there’s only so much you can do, but it’s never not useful to have these discussions and to spitball with one another.

Spencer gets stuck in his head. You fight the urge to kiss his cheek as he’d kissed yours this morning and decide on a more work appropriate show of affection, popping down to the kitchenette to make him a cup of coffee.

You aren’t drinking coffee or anything caffeinated for the baby. You aren’t thirsty, but Spencer will worry if you don’t make yourself a drink too. You fill a glass with water from the sink and make your way back up the steps to the conference room.

“It looks like there’s a racial motivation,” Spencer’s saying to Morgan.

“Sure, but with only two victims so far, it could be coincidence,” Emily says.

“Or not,” JJ says with a frown.

“I think our killer would show it more, if it were,” you suggest, “there’s usually some aspect of overkill with hate crimes we aren’t seeing here.”

You put the cup of coffee down in front of Spencer and sit in your chair. The sleeves on his sweater are too long. You push them up for the tenth time.

“That’s Spencer’s?” Emily asks, having noticed your struggle.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been sort of scatterbrained, I forgot to put a load in the dryer.”

“Is your go bag ready?” Hotch asks.

No. “Yeah, it’s fine. You don’t like my new look?”

“I’ve never known you to wear clothes that don’t fit,” Morgan says.

“What are you trying to say, Derek?” you ask, propping your face in your chin.

“You’re getting sloppy in your old age.”

You turn to Spencer, beaming, and he shakes his head at you immediately.

“And what’s with the water?”

Your smiling turns deer-in-the-headlights. “What?”

“You don’t drink coffee anymore?” Morgan prompts.

That piques the interest of Emily and Hotch simultaneously, but you know you’re caught when realisation colours JJ’s gaze. She stares straight at your glass, then your face. You can practically see her profiling your behaviour these last few weeks, the sudden trips to the bathroom, the worse than usual reluctance to be away from Spencer, and the sudden propensity for safer practice in the field.

You smile. You’re caught. You see Hotch’s expression and know he knows it, too.

You give Spencer a little nudge with your thigh, as though telling him, You say it. You know he wants to.

“You can’t have more than three hundred milligrams of caffeine when you’re pregnant,” Spencer says, his pride unmissable in the slight lift of his chin, “it disrupts midterm foetal growth. Our baby might come out too small, which isn’t what we want, obviously, so she can’t drink coffee. Not for another six months, at least.”

“Wha– wha– what?” Penelope asks, the physical manifestation of a kettle about to boil over, excitement bubbling and raring to explode as she grips the table. “You’re pregnant?”

“With Spencer?” Emily asks, though she’s laughing before she’s finished.

You frame his cheek with one hand and lean in to kiss it gently. “Who else?” you ask.

The best part is watching everybody hug Spencer. You’re happy they love you and you accept their congratulations and their love with pleasure, but seeing a room full of people thrilled for him finally getting the life he’s wanted, and knowing you’re at least part of the reason, is pretty sweet. You put your hand on your baby bump and take a mental picture of him under Morgan’s arm, his cheeks pink, his smile achingly wide.

Still, he cuts through his moment to reach for you. “Maybe someone else will be able to convince you to slow down,” he says, hand moving to your stomach protectively.

You pretend to think it over. “Maybe in a month or two.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer and bombshell reader

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candylix · 30 days

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the bet | seo changbin

Pairing • Best Friend!Changbin x GN!Reader Summary • After a night of tipsy half-joking, half-arguing, Changbin makes a claim that's unequivocally false— if you were sitting on his dick, you would be the first to move. You've never done anything sexual with your best friend, but here you are the next day, sitting on his cock, seeing who would break first. The prize? The winner can post whatever they want on the losers twitter account. Genre • smut WC • 1.7k Content • no pronouns used but reader has a vagina, cock-warming, edging if you squint, unprotected, groping, nipple play, clit stimulation, piv penetration, lots of teasing and taunting from both sides, MDNI 18+

"You sure you want to do this?" Changbin asks. He's lazily sitting on his couch, smirking as if he's already won.

"What, scared you'll lose?"

"As if."

The two of you have poked fun at each other your whole life, but it's never escalated this much. It just started as jokes. Watching a raunchy movie, him saying he was bigger than the male lead, you not believing him, and somehow it ended up with him saying you wouldn't be able to resist it if you saw it. Of course you could, there's no way you'd care about his dick. It's Changbin. You've seen him do too much embarrassing shit your whole life to take him seriously. You could definitely resist his dick if you saw it.

And that's when he said you wouldn't be able to resist it if you felt it.

"This will be a walk in the park. All I have to do is sit there," you say.

At those words, you see a bulge start to grow in his grey sweatpants. Yeah, this will be so easy.

You ignore the pulsing that starts in your core.

"Let's make this a bit more exciting," he says. He's still so cocky. "Whoever moves first, wins. And whoever wins..." he stops for a moment, and his eyes light up when he thinks of a prize, "whoever wins gets to post anything they want on the others twitter account."

"Oh, you're on."

Despite all the talk, you're still nervous to actually start. You've never undressed in front of him before, and the most you've seen of him is his chest at the beach.

He starts first, taking off his sweats and putting them beside him on the couch. You try not to stare, but it's hard not to notice the mound in his crotch. Maybe he wasn't lying about being bigger than that actor after all.

"Are you gonna keep gawking at me, or are you gonna actually do something?" he says.

He can be so irritating when he wants to be.

Finally, you pull down your pants and throw them on the other side of the couch.

He starts taking off his boxers, and you pull down your underwear as well. You're a bit embarrassed to look at his cock directly, but not only is it big, it's thick too. Instead, your eyes dart up to his, but he's not looking at your face.

His eyes are directed at your pussy, drinking up the sight of it.

"Are you gonna keep gawking at me, or are you gonna actually do something?" you say.

He looks back up at you and smirks.

"Come sit down and we can start."

He relaxes into the couch, arms on top of the backrest, waiting for you to make a move. Hesitantly, you climb on top and straddle him, hovering over his lap. He uses one hand to position his dick, and you lower yourself down slowly. He teases you by moving it before it enters you, and it instead rubs your clit. You try again, and he moves it the other way.

"Changbin."

"Sorry, sorry," he laughs, and holds it still. Finally, you lower yourself on his cock, and you feel how hard he is. Looks like that teasing backfired on him, the slightest stimulation from your pussy stiffened him up this much.

Just from the first inch, he was already proving to be difficult.

"Wow, you're already so wet. Were you looking forward to this?"

"Shut up, I can feel your dick throbbing."

You lower yourself more, and you feel his girth stretch you out and fill you up in a way that no one's ever done to you before. It was terrible- you'd never be able to make fun of him for having a small dick again. You felt the pressure of his thickness against your walls as it slid in, slowly moving through you, and eventually you were able to fit his massive cock all the way inside you. When it hits the right bundle of nerves, you let out an involuntary moan.

He raises an eyebrow, but thankfully doesn't mention it. You think you would die of embarrassment if he did.

He reaches for his pants, takes out the phone in the pocket, and starts scrolling through twitter.

"We never said that was allowed!"

"We never said it wasn't."

If you knew he was going to cheat and use his phone to distract himself from his dick inside you, you would've brought your phone too. But you stupidly left it on the table, and you're forced to look at him laughing at posts you can't see.

You sat there in silence. Minutes pass, and you're trying to think about anything other than the way your best friends cock feels deep inside you, hot and pulsing against your walls. It wasn’t working. You wanted to rub your legs, squirm on his dick, feel any sort of friction from him. You take a deep breath to calm your racing thoughts.

He doesn't look up from his phone when he taunts you.

"Ready to give up? Why don't you bounce on my dick, for your own sake. Get it over with."

It's way too early in the challenge to give up now, but the less reasonable part of you does want to feel him thrusting into you and relieve the tension building up in your core.

It wasn't fair that he got to be on his phone. If he was going to cheat, so were you.

You move your hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up enough to slip your hands underneath. Before he realizes what's happening, you're groping his chest, feeling how solid they were under your fingertips. You move to his nipples, circling them before rubbing them directly.

"What- ugh," he moans, and you tease his nipples more to see his reaction.

"This can't be allowed-" he says, breathing heavier. His dick twitches inside you, and it gives you a minuscule amount of friction.

"We didn't say we couldn't."

"Oh?" He smirks. "Is that so?"

Suddenly, his hands are inside your shirt, pulling up your bra and groping your boobs. He thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden under his touch before pinching them. You moan louder than the first time, and your hands fall to his waist as you try to steady yourself. The movement of his groping slightly rocks you on his dick, and you feel it pressing against you, rubbing over your sensitive spot.

"Ch-changbin," you moan, "I take it back."

He stops groping you, but leaves his hands cupped over your tits. You're finally able to regain some composure.

"This definitely shouldn't be allowed," you say.

He laughs. "I can agree to that. No more groping."

He gives your boobs one last squeeze, and slides his hands down your torso, making sure to touch you the whole way. His hands rest on your thighs.

"Now," he continues, "bounce on my dick for me. You're getting desperate."

It's true, but you don't want him to know that. You're aching for something to to happen.

"If you want it to be over so badly, why don't you bounce me yourself."

He scoffs.

"I could make you end it now if I wanted, but I'm a nice guy so I'll let you think you have a chance."

"Oh yeah? And how would you do that?"

He stops for a moment, and then you see a mischievous glint in his eye. He looks down to your pussy and smiles.

"Like this."

One hand grabs your waist, and the other moves to your clit. He makes rough circles around it.

This was not good.

You try to force his hands off you, but it's no use. His toned arms stay where they are, and he rubs your sensitive bud with more pressure. You can't help but moan as you bury your head into his shoulder and attempt to keep yourself still, but your body mindlessly rocks into his. You've already lost, but he doesn't stop. In fact, he makes it worse, rolling his hips into you while he keeps his fingers rubbing your clit. Your moans don't stop, and soon he's guiding you up and down on his massive dick. You're bucking wildly on him, getting every last inch of him inside you. Every bounce hits that sweet spot, and you know you're close to your peak.

Then, he moves to lay you down on your back, cock still buried inside you. He's on top of you now, and he lifts your shirt up to feel your boobs as he's pounding into you. He thrusts into you deeper and faster, squeezing your tits, until you're a twitching, moaning mess. You clench your pussy around his cock, and you feel the coil snap.

"I'm cumming," you're barely able to say, and he continues pounding into you as you ride out your high.

He speeds up, chasing his own high. Soon, his hot white liquid fills you up as he collapses on top of you.

You both lay there on the couch, thoughts racing from what just happened. He really just fucked you silly.

Changbin of all people.

And it felt fucking good.

"So..." he finally says, rolling over to your side. "Should I start posting now, or do you want to get cleaned up first?"

You bury your face in your hands.

"Please don't post something that could get me fired."

"What, I can't post 'I got cock drunk on Changbin's massive dick'? Or how about 'Changbin's cock felt so good inside me that I came before he even moved'. I think that's a good one."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"What about 'I've never seen a dick as massive as Changbin's. I want it inside me, thrusting into me-'"

"Stop!"

While that last one may be true, there's no way you'd let him say it out loud.

"Alright, alright. I'll post something so wholesome you're gonna barf."

You sigh. You'll never agree to something like this again.

"So...," he says, "wanna go for round 2?"

His fingers rub lazy circles around your clit, and you feel your core pulsing again. This is going to be a long day.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids smut #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin smut #seo changbin #changbin smut #changbin x reader #changbin x reader smut

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fellthemarvelous · 4 months

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Holy forking shirtballs

I'm choosing violence today. I started this on Twitter, but I'm going to finish my thoughts here like I always do.

But what really blows my mind the most is the way that people look at Aziraphale's "choice" at the end, as if he had one to fucking begin with.

I'm sorry, but Aziraphale knows how messed up Heaven is. He told The Metatron, more than once, that he did not want to go back to Heaven! We can debate what each of us means by "choice" all night because my "choice" and your "choice" might be two different concepts. He could have been strong armed by The Metatron or he could have looked at where things were headed and realized he had no choice but to intervene himself.

You need to ask yourself what Aziraphale has a moral imperative to do.

What do we owe to each other?

Seriously, if you have not watched The Good Place, I recommend you go and watch it, because it absolutely shaped how I've viewed Good Omens 2 since its release.

My levels of frustration with the bad faith mischaracterizations of Aziraphale are off the charts. If you are blaming him for everything, implying that he should have to grovel and that Crowley has a right to hurt him back, you have missed the point of Good Omens entirely.

I defend Aziraphale, but I don't think one of them is more right or wrong than the other. They're equals. They're a group of the two of them, acting and reacting to each other throughout history. They're Alpha Centauri.

I cannot even begin to explain how fucking devastated I felt when Crowley said these words, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. What he said took a lot of courage because he's finally admitting something they've both been too scared to publicly define for 6,000 years. Crowley has had to spend so long with a rough outer shell because he fell and had to hide all of his softness.

The look on his face was one of pure joy when he created that nebula, but I think the fact that he got to share that moment with Aziraphale is what has always stuck with him.

So yeah, seeing Crowley with a broken heart at the end of "Every Day" was sad for me as well.

My brain still lives here!!

But Neil has said that Good Omens 3 is not quiet, gentle, or romantic. I imagine it's going to be more like the the first season in which they are not central to the plot. GO2 will help us make sense of how they ended up where they are when we see the bigger picture with all the other major players involved with GO3.

Aziraphale was still a soldier and accidentally got himself discorporated in his own magic circle in season one. He had a platoon waiting on him to start Armageddon, and he deserted them to go save the world with Crowley instead. Aziraphale is a deserter. I need everyone to remember that. He yeeted himself out of Heaven and sought out Crowley before even locating a body just to warn him about what was happening so they could try to save the world together.

I can't help but think of 1941 and that magician who had been arrested for being a deserter.

Aziraphale disobeyed orders. That took courage but it branded him as a traitor against Heaven. They tried to destroy him for it the same way Hell tried to destroy Crowley for his part in stopping the war.

Aziraphale and Job are the only characters we have seen interacting with God directly. Aziraphale has spoken to God before and he is determined to do so again.

Aziraphale knows Heaven is flawed, but he also knows it's supposed to be good. He wants it to be good. He does not like the way the system works and he wants to make a difference. (And I'm pretty sure he's also determined to talk to God without being intercepted by The Metatron.)

Since when is that a bad thing? I don't get it. And I've had this discussion before.

If you need to change the system by burning the old one to the ground, it's still change, and we don't know what Aziraphale has planned.

It seems to me that people just want to see Aziraphale fail because it would punish him for returning to Heaven instead of running off with Crowley.

Some of y'all take everything Aziraphale says or does and twist those things into malicious anti-Crowley actions because you think the only reason Aziraphale exists is to make Crowley happy, and if he isn't thinking only about Crowley then he's doing something wrong.

Aziraphale does not exist as a plot device to further Crowley's character. They come as a pair. They've been learning from each other for 6,000 years. Crowley challenges Aziraphale just as much as Aziraphale challenges him.

You can be mad at Aziraphale all you want, but villainizing him is gross. Defending Crowley does not mean you have to tear down and mischaracterize Aziraphale anymore than defending Aziraphale means you have to tear down Crowley (but I don't see that happen on nearly the same level it happens to Aziraphale). Stop painting Aziraphale as an abusive partner, for fuck sake.

Aziraphale knows there are flaws in the system. He wants to make a difference, and since he has seen that Gabriel can change, then maybe the whole system can. He has to at least try, and if he can succeed then maybe he and Crowley can stop hiding and finally be together without having to look over their shoulders all the time.

Why is that a bad thing? He's just as protective of Crowley as Crowley is of him!

But don't forget that Aziraphale's wing was covering Adam and Eve too. As much as a wants to protect Crowley, he has a moral imperative to keep humanity safe as well.

He sent Adam and Eve into the unknown with a flaming sword so they could protect themselves.

As much as he wants to be with Crowley, there are 8 billion people on Earth heading toward the Second Coming and Judgment Day. They'll work together to fight alongside humanity in the end. Aziraphale should not have to humiliate himself just to earn Crowley's forgiveness. That's a rancid notion.

The Resurrectionist was a whole ass moral dilemma for Aziraphale, which is why I brought up The Good Place earlier, but that's a post for a different time.

Aziraphale has his own motivations and they're just as important as Crowley's, and they don't have to be chalked up to Aziraphale being the bad guy. Weird, I know, but shades of grey.

"To the world."

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale defense squad #yeah i'm being bitchy #no i don't care if you're offended #no i'm not interested in your aziraphale hate #i'm not interested in hearing takes about aziraphale being toxic from people who can't even be objective #some of y'all need to watch the good place because you need a lesson in moral philosophy #we should be able to have discussions about the characters without gross takes calling aziraphale abusive #az and crowley approach everything from wildly different perspectives because of where they are #just admit y'all shit on az because he doesn't look or act like crowley #I'm so done with the shitty aziraphale takes #they aren't even interesting enough to debate #they're just annoying

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idololivine · 2 months

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NEON Carnival Q&A Pamphlet Translation

disclaimer: apparently Taiwanese Mandarin is different from what I speak, so some of these may need to be taken with a grain of salt! my credentials are that my native language is Cantonese and I know - but am rusty on - Mainland Mandarin.

Q: Do the characters have set dick sizes? A: The team has a "super⭐secret measure", every time they draw the characters they'll reference it.

Q: Between Quincy and Olivine, who has the bigger breasts? A: The team fought over this and couldn't decide, so there's no answer.

Q: I want to know the ages of the long lived ones, the yokai, and the familiars! Who's the oldest? A: From oldest to youngest are: Kuya > Quincy > Rei > Aster > Morvay > Yakumo > Garu. The specifics of their ages will be revealed in the game.

Q: Who's older between Father and Topper? A: Father is older than Topper!

Q: The game has a lot of retro stuff, super curious about the producer's age! A: Retro has nothing to do with the producer's age!!!

Q: How are the kinks of each room thought up? A: The devs think of them in the small dark room, the artbook sketches include clues. [t/n: I consulted two other Chinese speakers and I'm still not really sure what the answer actually means, so this is a best guess translation.]

Q: What's inside the small dark room? A: Tired and busy devs......

Q: When designing event outfits, how do you decide where to open holes? A: Different people will think of the parts they want to highlight, later on we'll also test different levels of nakedness. (it's not like we haven't thought of throwing darts to decide) [t/n: little unsure about this one too. it's possible it means they think of which part of the characters they want to highlight, but they used 眷屬 rather than 角色.] EDIT: @milkeumilkeou has informed me that in the specific context of nuca, 眷屬 means clan members. that's what I get for not playing the game in Chinese... in this case, the better translation is: A: Depending on the clan member the devs will open the holes at the places they want to highlight, later on they'll also test different levels of nakedness. (it's not like they haven't thought of throwing darts to decide)

Q: How were the voice actors chosen? A: The producer chose them according to the characters' personalities and the desired voice. Many thanks to the voice actors!

Q: How far in advance do future events begin production? A: Usually the topic is decided on about 4 - 6 months in advance, and then production begins.

Q: I want to know which character the devs think would be the best coworker! A: Everyone agrees the best coworkers would be Eiden, Edmond and Olivine; Dante's work ability is also very strong, but he's more like a head that scares people. [t/n: 'head' may also translate to director or manager.]

Q: Do the characters have body hair? A: The devs actually really wanted to draw it, but considered various realistic reasons, so the players can't see body hair, but you're free to imagine it! (let Quincy have some stubble... how would that be?) [t/n: I would guess that the 'realistic reasons' they considered are probably that BL typically doesn't feature body hair, so it might've made the game less marketable.]

Q: Who has the most sexual experience? A: Morvay! (super fast answer) [t/n: the question is literally "who has the most experience♂️?" lol]

Q: Does the Klein Continent have a habit of wearing underwear? A: Klein has underwear. Just like hats, gloves, and scarves, when considering factors like decoration and functionality, to wear or not to wear underwear, and what type of underwear to wear, all depend on each person's preferences.

Q: Is Eiden's light brown hair dyed? A: Yes, and he'll regularly re-dye it.

Q: Does Eiden prefer briefs or boxers? A: It's okay as long as it's snug and covers him, and he has some special styles.

Q: I want to know how Eiden gets to work! A: Eiden rides a motorcycle, and on rainy days he'll switch to public transportation.

Q: What opportunity led to Eiden's interest in design? Did his designing always have to do with sex toys? A: Eiden has had artistic talent from a young age, and hoped to turn his passion into a job. His first job was being a sex toy designer at Peak of Pleasure, and this job happened to combine his two interests of design and sex. Aside from the overtime, for Eiden, this was an ideal job. [t/n: in case you don't remember, Peak of Pleasure is the name of Eiden's old workplace as mentioned in Journey to a NU World.]

Q: I want to know Eiden's relationship history! Did he have boyfriends before? A: Eiden knew he liked men from a young age. When he was fifteen he had a bitter first love, and afterwards his partners were all short term. Towards relationships he carries a generous attitude of easy-come-easy-go, and thinks that being happy in the moment is more important.

Q: Does Topper have others of his kind? A: He used to, but when he met Quincy, among those of his kind only Topper was left. [t/n: 手足 may also translate to 'siblings' or 'close friends', as opposed to 'others of his kind'.]

Q: Who makes Topper's outfits? A: Sometimes they're prepared by Quincy, sometimes they're made by Eiden.

Q: Does the food Topper hide in Quincy's hair affect Quincy washing his hair? A: No, Quincy will wash his hair when it needs to be washed. But not long after Quincy washes his hair, the food stores in his hair will be quickly refilled by Topper.

Q: I want to know Topper and Father's weights! A: Little animals' weights will fluctuate, but there's no direct link to fur amount. Topper weighs about a third of a pampo, Father only weighs about half a music box. [t/n: pampo as in the pumpkins from Eerie Escapade.]

Q: What's Yakumo's signature dish? A: He's good at everything, especially savory food. Because of his grandparents' influence he rarely eats sweets, and he can't quite grasp the seasoning amount, but after meeting Eiden he's begun to research sweets recipes.

Q: How is Edmond's knights' uniform worn? A: The uniform has a top piece and a bottom piece, the jumpsuit has a zipper on the back for convenience.

Q: If Edmond came to Taiwan, how sweet would he order his boba tea? A: After ordering full sweetness, Edmond would feel that it could be twice as sweet.

Q: How many nipple chains does Olivine have? A: Olivine makes all of his own nipple chains. He'll change them based on style and mood. The number continues to increase.

Q: Will Quincy help brush Topper's fur? A: Quincy will sometimes help brush Topper, but most of the time Topper will groom himself.

Q: Quincy, Olivine, and Kuya, who would win an arm wrestling match? A: Olivine would win, because Quincy wouldn't take it seriously and Kuya wouldn't compete.

Q: Please reveal Kuya's real height! A: It's 178cm ^^.

Q: I want to know Kuya's experiences before and after becoming a yokai! A: Kuya's journey of becoming a yokai will be revealed in future scenes. What can be revealed now is that, after Kuya became a yokai, he was a lawbreaker for some time...

Q: When Kuya addresses Quincy, why did it change from "boring associate" to "old friend"? A: When Kuya says "old friend" he doesn't mean true friends, he just likes addressing people in ways that make them uncomfortable, like "Master Rei". [t/n: Kuya probably didn't call Quincy "boring associate", but I have no idea where to begin looking for what he actually called Quincy.] EDIT: Kuya used to call Quincy "boring clan member" rather than "boring associate". credit to @milkeumilkeou once again!

Q: Does Garu sleep nude? A: He doesn't like pajamas that are restrictive or impede movement, but if it's cold Eiden will wrap him up in clothes or a blanket!

Q: When Dante first adopted Sooley, how did they get along? A: At first Dante got bitten terribly, because he tried to train Sooley to do various tricks. As they spent more time together, the two eventually developed some mutual understanding of wildness.

Q: Can Dante swim? A: Dante thinks that with something as small as swimming, you just need to learn! [t/n: Dante dodges the question here and neither confirms nor denies whether he can swim, just says that anyone can learn. knowing how he is, he's probably being ambiguous because he doesn't want to admit he can't.]

Q: How many darlings has Blade made? A: Because Blade's favorite is cute things, it's infinitely increasing...... [t/n: 'darlings' as in the goofy little statue guys]

Q: Has Rei always been in the Water Territory? Has he moved before? A: Rei doesn't have a fixed home, he moves regularly. The room in the Water Territory is just one of his hiding places, it used to be an abandoned house.

Q: Does Rei eat when he's experimenting? A: He'll eat if he remembers, if Father's there he'll also remind Rei.

Q: If Fluff Balls think Fluff Balls are cute, will they eat their own kind? A: They won't eat each other. If there aren't cute things around, the Fluff Balls will journey in search of them. [t/n: since when was eating cute things part of Fluff Ball lore...?]

Q: Where is everyone's erogenous zones? A: Aside from the gemstones, everyone's erogenous zones are as follows: Eiden: lower abdomen Yakumo: tongue Edmond: nipples Olivine: entire chest Quincy: dick, palms Kuya: ears Garu: tail Blade: darling♡ Dante: tattoos, especially the Adam's apple and fingers [t/n: might be throat instead of specifically Adam's apple] Rei: moles

Q: I want to know where everyone starts washing when they shower! A: Hair: Eiden, Yakumo, Edmond, Olivine, Topper (the fur on top of his head) Face: Dante, Sooley Upper body: Quincy, Father (chest feathers) Lower body: Garu (tail first), Morvay (also tail first♂️) Anywhere's fine: Rei, Blade (e-droids' bodies will automatically maintain cleanliness) Kuya: nobody knows where he washes first, but it's said he showers every day Aster: likes to bathe

Q: When drawing characters, are there emphasized specialties? A: Eiden: dick size, the balance of everything Yakumo: height, his slender body, the size of his feet as proportional to his height, finger length Edmond: waist to hip ratio, thighs Olivine: chest, eyes Quincy: arms, shoulders, pecs, Topper Kuya: face, palms Garu: his face/cheeks shape, his round butt Blade: eyes, balanced model-like body, his cheeks when he smiles Dante: perfectly triangular upper body Rei: the firm lines of his body Aster: brattiness and cuteness Morvay: muscular but not too buff

Q: In Aster's mansion, does everyone have their favorite locations? A: Eiden: his own study (he designs a lot of things here) Yakumo: kitchen (cooking) Garu: kitchen (stealing Yakumo's cooking) Edmond: garden (frequently has afternoon tea here) Olivine: library Blade: library Quincy: quiet places where he can sleep Kuya: next to the fireplace Dante: living room Rei: places to put collectables Aster: personal money vault Morvay: likes being outside, doesn't like staying home

Q: Do the characters have personal clothes? A: Eiden: in his rebellious phase he liked dressing up, now he prefers simple, comfortable clothes. He has a changing room at Aster's house, and every event he'll absorb the local trends and design outfits that fit Klein aesthetics and seasons. Yakumo: aside from traditional snake yokai attire, Yakumo's clothes are almost entirely bought by his grandparents. Edmond: because he's nobility, he has a lot of clothes. Olivine: because he dedicated his life to the priesthood, Olivine doesn't have many personal clothes. Quincy: he has few clothes. Most of them are made by him, so they're rare. Kuya: he likes trendy and new stuff, so he has a lot of accessories. Garu: it was only after he started living with Aster that he started getting more clothes (Aster and Eiden buy a lot of clothes for him). Blade: he'll wear whatever people give him, and he looks good in everything. Dante: he doesn't like wasting money, but as the Sun Lord, he has special outfits for important occasions. Rei: it's fine as long as it's wearable, he prioritizes ease of movement. Aster: prefers pretty, fancy designs, and especially likes clothes with cute accessories. Morvay: likes practical (easy to take off) clothes.

#my posts #nu carnival #nu: carnival

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chrolloluvr · 2 months

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May I request Mammon angst HCs please? Like the reader is possibly breaking up with him or something? (i love your HCs for mammon<3)

Mammon Breaking Up Hcs

note: Thank you i'm so glad you like them pookie!! also yes i love this idea ❤️❤️

warnings: Cursing, creepy behavior, unbalanced power dynamic, killing. Not proofread!

Female!Reader, (no specific gender, so can be GenderNeutral!Reader)

It would be best to tell him over text, since he is guaranteed to throw a toddler like temper tantrum if you ever told him in person.

So you text him over text, what happens? He 100% thinks you're joking at first. He thinks you aren't being serious at all, and that wow babe, you might even be a bigger clown than I am.

But when he realized that you were being serious, he gets angry. How dare you? Why would you ever break up with him? He is the king of greed, he has trillions of dollars in the bank, so why don't you want to stay by his side? Did he do something? Did he hurt you? What happened? Baby, we can sort this out-

In a way, still doesn't think you are being serious, which is what he tries to tell himself. So he will let you leave, and will act like he doesn't need you.

Another author said this already, but he will 100% go through the stages of grief, (he will never go through acceptance, because in his mind, you will always come crawling back to him.)

He will be in denial for a very long time. Let's say you move out, and even start residing in another ring. He will send you texts. All. The. Time.

Your phone will mods likely have 103 Missed Calls, 986 Messages, and 37 Voicemails. He is crazy, and especially crazy for you. So when you don't respond to him, he does not understand why. He likes to think that you were just going on vacation for a while. He genuinely thinks you two are still together.

Anger- Once he sees that you have indeed moved on, and that he is no longer living in fantasy land, he gets extremely angry. His general mood spikes, he lashes out (wayyy more than he used to), and a-lot of his servants are scared to talk to him. Will absolutely keep bombarding you with texts every day. He will even get his servants to start texting you on his 100's of extra HellPhones.

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:34

Come hone ygu little cungt

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:35

ANSWERF ME.

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:35

Do ygu knoe how easily i can replaece yu

Mamm🕸️💚 11:36

Fine go shack uo with sorm dirty hoboes you little slut

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:36

I dont kneed u and youir mediocar holes

So yeah... thats just one example. He has so many spelling mistakes because he is typing so fast, and practically brekaing his phone from how angry he is.

But in reality he does need you. You are. the one thing that keeps him running. However he will never, over his dead body, ever admit that.

Bargaining- He will send things to your... new home... in gift baskets. Fizzarolli plushies, flowers, tickets to his live events, expensive jewelry, the list goes on. It gets to a point where (if you live in an apartment complex) People start stealing his gifts and start putting them up online to sell. (And they go for 10s of thousands of dollars.)

He send these to you so that you can hopefully come crawling back into his life, so that he can control you again.

At this point, you have most likely made it public about your distance between you and the sin. Your relationship was extremely public, and known by everybody.

He refuses to speak publicly, because he wants people to think he still controls you. And when i say your relationship was big, it was definitely the most talked about relationship in all of Hell. People will go nuts about you two breaking up. Another author said this as well, but people will go crazy with the comments.

"L Mammon fumbled so bad its actually wild."

"Bros got plenty other options 💀"

"Why tf would she/they break up w/ HIM???🤰"

"Now that hes single I call dibs 🙌"

You try your best to ignore the comments, but eventually you cant, its not just online, but in real life you feel cornered as well. You might even start to reconsider your departure with him. Which is exactly where he wants you.

Depression- He spirals into somewhat of an insecure man. He strives to be better. He ups his game for his big pageants, soon to be bigger, just to impress you.

He maaaay or may not have killed people in your favor. This is known, obviously, but his obsession along with his newfound insecurity has left him no choice but to show that if you dont want to come home, he will show you its safer than anywhere else.

Overall, if you do end up coming back to him, he is overjoyed with happiness, and will take extra precautions to ensure you wont ever walk out on him and his warm embrace again.

However if you end up never wanting anything to do with him, he will be devastated, but he will force himself to get over it. He is Mammon, he truly does not need you. In reality, you were somebody he felt an unexplainable feeling to protect. He absolutely can live without you, but for some reason, he feels like he cant. If somebody were to ever bring you up, he would lash out, and make his anger everybody's problem. He may get over you after a while, but he will never fully accept the fact that you left him.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: okay so we all know Daemon wouldn’t be a great partner, but this is Tumblr and we take characters and form them into something ... other than what the author created them as. So here is a healthier version of Daemon Targaryen

Warnings; mentions of blood, violence, etc

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ESTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral/Evil

Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Daemon knows exactly how to push your buttons, and he loves doing so.

“Are you not listening on purpose Daemon? Gods! Some days I could wring your neck.”

“I love you too, darling.”

⭑ He loves when you braid his hair; and massage his scalp during the progress. He’ll audibly groan when your fingers dig into his scalp.

⭑ Loves seeing you in his clothes

⭑ He’s so incredibly protective over you and no one dares hurt THE Daemon Targaryen’s wife. If anyone tries, then they WILL die. It’s happened a few times actually. To go to the Targaryen’s, enemies would target you. But they had never landed their blows.

⭑ You’re a tough woman, who doesn’t take crap from anyone. That got you into trouble with a lot of people at court, and you were hated by many people.

⭑ You didn’t care though - why would you listen to the opinions of sheep?

⭑ And you aren’t scared of darkness within others. You yourself have some (don’t we all?)

⭑ Daemon loves this about you - nothing shocks you. And he remembers the first time he fell in love with you; when he could tell you everything about himself and you didn’t flinch.

⭑ Many would think he’s the dominant one in the relationship, but it’s you. It’s all you.

⭑ You’re absolutely in love with dragons (I mean who isn’t) but you have such an admiration for them, that they were your fixation for most of your childhood. You’ve read everything you can about them, about the Targaryen history and how dragons came to be

⭑ Daemon loves that he has someone to tell everything to. You know many family secrets about the Targaryens (that always stay within the blood-related family)

⭑ You aren’t a Targaryen though. Probably a Baratheon, Hightower, or Lannister noblewoman who was sent to court.

⭑ Daemon is actually really good at cuddling and likes it best when you’re on top of him - your head on his chest. He’ll mindlessly twirl your hair between his fingers, talking to you until you fall asleep.

⭑ Your wedding was huge. And I mean absolutely - because Viserys was so happy that Daemon’s focus was on you. It felt like a relief that Daemon was marrying for love.

⭑ Daemon buys you everything you desire - no expense spared. Literally, he’s gotten into trouble by Otto Hightower with how much he’s spending on you.

⭑ I do think you have a good heart though, so a lot of the things he buys for you, you give to people who actually need it.

⭑ Rhaenyra likes you a lot. You’re someone she looks up to - someone who has already broke tradition by being a bold woman. Who says what she thinks and damns the consequences.

⭑ Viserys would hold some reservations (that were planted by Otto) about Daemon’s legitimacy with the succession. He would have a bigger claim if you bore children.

⭑ But ultimately it would be up to you. Do you want kids? Okay, Daemon will work day and night to fill your belly. You don’t want kids? Fuck kids then. We have dragons and each other, that’s all we need.

⭑ I think he would calm down in the sense that he wouldn’t be so brutal towards others. You’re someone who gives him confidence - he doesn’t need to prove himself. So when he needs help, he will take it.

⭑ People are nervous around Daemon when you’re not there - he’s much more well-mannered and pleasant in your presence.

⭑ He smells like smoke, basil and frankincense.

⭑ Calls you ‘My darling,’ ‘Love,’ ‘Pet.’

Relationship Tropes:

Villain/Badass Power Couple

Monster in Disguise (you; I mean c’mon you can let loose) x Incredibly Protective of You

Asshole to absolutely everyone except their significant other x Knows their s/o wouldn’t dare be rude to them because they’ll catch these hands

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ Daemon definitely has a breeding kink, and the thought of you heavily pregnant with his child turns him on to no end

⭑ Is definitely into really kinky sex. He loves having hot wax dripped on him as part of foreplay.

⭑ He loves blood-play. And when you’re on your period he asks you to ride his face.

⭑ Hickies absolutely EVERYWHERE; Daemon’s favourite pass time when you’re alone is marking you.

⭑ You love teasing him while in public - your dress slipping, showing your thigh/bending down in front of him to pick something up/’accidentally’ rubbing up against him while in other company

⭑ His favourite position is doggy; he loves when you’re on all fours, your ass in the air.

⭑ Oh and he most definitely eats ass.

⭑ I think Daemon would be up for anything. Nothing disturbs/grosses him.

⭑ His favourite place to cum is either inside you or in your mouth/on your face.

⭑ When you’re just about to cum, he’ll pull out and wait for your high-pitched whine.

“Daemon! Please!”

⭑ Very rough kisses

⭑ He loves biting your ear lobe while he’s deep inside of you

⭑ Your smell drives him insane - like an immediate aphrodisiac

⭑ He loves dirty talk and is absolutely shameless about it.

“Do you like me fucking you like a common whore?”

⭑ He’s more dominant in the bedroom ... because you allow him to be.

⭑ There’s always a hot bath waiting when you’ve finished having sex. You’ll both climb in, and bathe the other.

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Taiju’s Giant Dereliction

Pairings : Half! Giant/ Half! Vampire Taiju Shiba x Chubby! Fem! Reader

Encapsulation : Cyclopean City. The city of the abandoned and alive. City where you discover a lot of things that’s not supposed to be discovered

Warnings : smut, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, belly bulge( even if you’re plus size babes), oral( fem receiving), face sitting, cumming inside of mouth, breeding kink, magical au, riding, everything is big on Taiju, huge size kink, Taiju is 10’10( he’s a giant), guest appearances, cervix fucking, rough fucking, dirty talking, degrading/ praise, pet names( princess, doll, etc.), black coded reader, bl00d kink, bl00d sucking, vi******, and a surprise at the end

Word Count : 8.3k

18+ Spooky Barbies Allowed

Okay let’s see if this will work @festive. Thank you for letting me join your monster fuck collab

Walking down the dark, hollow walkway of Cyclopean city was something you never thought you would do. It’s an abandoned city, yet you’re here with your friends after they convinced you to come along with them.

Cyclopean city consisted of giant statues, giant buildings, cars, and all. Everything was so much bigger compared to you all. You felt like a tiny person every time you passed an abandoned car or building.

Your friend hooked his arm around you scaring the shit out of you, “ Awe come on, you can’t be that scared? Look at it this way, everything is abandoned. Nothing will come to life if you touch it or walk past it. I think this city is actually cool.”

Your girl best friend knocked his arm off you just to put hers right there in replacement, “ Yeah, the stupid fuck is actually right about the last part. This shit is dope because we’re so used to things being normal size. Okay, you can’t count buildings because buildings are always taller than everyone but these are like skyscrapers, don’t even get me started on the tall, wide ass doors. Wonder what they need it for?”

You came with a group of friends and were glad because of this situation right here. They’re slowly easing your mind from the creeping instinct you’re getting everytime you take a step.

You turned your head to talk to your best friend's girlfriend, “ How did you find this city Yessica? I didn’t even know this existed and I don’t think these goofballs knew either.” You could tell she was the most fascinated out of everyone because she hadn't complained not once and just been staring at things you all passed on the way to the big mansion.

“ My brother used to live in this city before it got abandoned. We didn’t have a great relationship but he taught me the hearts and crescents about the city.”, Yessica says while walking hand in hand with your best friend. She was showing you all the way to the mansion she “discovered”.

“ I can’t help but notice you used past tense when describing your brother so what happened to him and I thought you had another brother.”, Miu says. Sheis Justin’s girlfriend.

Yessica smiled showing her little teeth, “ My other brother moved away as soon as he died but luckily he still kept contact with me. I told him that I was visiting this city today. He pleaded for me not to go by myself, so I asked you all to come with me.”, She said with glowing eyes.

Her eyes weren't the only thing you were suspicious about. You were also focused on the way she was looking at you was very interesting considering that she’s licking her lips nonstop. You were almost certain she gave you a wink at the end of that sentence so you hurried and turned your head.

She can’t be flirting with you while being your best friend's girlfriend, that’s a boundary you will not cross, ever.

“ Yeah y/n, so loosen up. It’s not like her brother will come alive if he hears us talking about him, isn’t that right baby?”, your best friend says before kissing Yessica on the cheek. Yessica said nothing but smiled at the group, nodding her pretty little head afterwards.

You felt like she was leading you all to a trap but ignored that feeling when Justin decided to tap your shoulder saying the last one to the mansion is a rotten egg and had to give them their candy when they go trick or treating in a few weeks. He only said that since you could see the mansion from where you all were standing and man was it big. You were the chubbiest out of the group and he wanted to play a running game. They always do this and it’s starting to frustrate you because it’s like they’re trying to tell you something but hey maybe you’re reading too much into it. He can fuck off is what you wanted to say it you just went along with it because you thought you were gonna get made fun of for not even giving yourself a chance to run. Like they did previously when you were on the track field with them at your best friend practice.

“ I’ll give you all a head start, yall know y’all can’t match my stamina so please go ahead.”, You say, smirking at all of them. They all laughed before taking off. Justin turned around to point at you, “ You better not be lying, l/n. I’m gonna kill you if you are.”

You knew he was joking so you just stuck up your middle finger at him. You watched as all of them ran only to notice one wasn’t running with them. You looked around and couldn’t find Yessica anywhere and you were almost certain she was standing right beside you all.

You heard a seductive voice beside your ear, “ looking for me?” Your skin felt like it jumped from your entire body. She saw your fear and laughed loudly while holding her stomach. You stood there for a moment tryna regain your consciousness before raising your eyebrow at her, “ It’s not that funny and why aren’t you with them?”

She stopped laughing as soon as you asked that question and that scared you even more than what she did earlier. She walked to stand in front of you, taking in your body from head to toe, her eyes traveled back to your eyes, almost seeing herself from how deep she was looking in them, “ Can I show you something? I promise it’s not gonna be scary or anything. I just want to show you the place I always go to whenever I get a chance to visit this city.”

You were so hesitant to go, so you decided to speak up but before you even got the chance to, she beat you to it, “ Don’t worry, it’s just 2 mins away and then I’ll run back with you to the mansion, sounds good?”

You didn’t even get a chance to object before she started walking in the opposite direction of the mansion. You followed her in silence until she spoke again, “ How come you don’t tell them how you feel?”

Your eyes widened at her because you didn’t know what exactly she was talking about , “ What do you mean? Tell who?” Yessica smiled back at you before holding her hand out for you to take, “ Come on y/n, are you acting stupid or just plain stupid, either way my brother would enjoy you.” She tried to mumble the last part but you heard some of it. Only the brother part.

You held her hand only because of the night fog casting around you as you two walked further, “ What am I supposed to say? Oh, hey, you all make me uncomfortable when you do certain things and how you drag me into them, including you this time.” Yessica stopped in front of you before turning around to face you, “ It’s important for you to be here today, y/n. That’s why I dragged you out here along with those little bitches you call your friends. They always find a way to put you down, subliminally too. You just don’t see it but he did tonight and he’s not happy. Neither am I.”

Your expression was so cute to her because it was laced in confusion, “ Who the hell is he and why are you not happy about it? It’s your girlfriend doing it so I’m confused.”

“ That doesn’t mean shit if she’s participating in harming you. I get it, you don’t care and you're confident. I could practically smell it radiating off you, yet that causes you to be a little dumb to their jokes and subliminals. We’re gonna fix that for you. My brother and I. Say hi to my brother Taiju shiba, babe.”, Yessica says before pulling off a black wig to reveal her strawberry blonde hair making you step back, right into the hand of a statue almost falling as you didn’t even notice it was there.

You were in shock because your suspicions are always right, yet you never act on it until it’s too late, “ I gotta go Yess-” she did nothing but smiled at you while tapping the giant statue next to her, taking a ring off her finger next, “ It’s Yuzuha babe, I think I want to keep you for myself but knowing that my brother just heard that, I don’t think I can. You’re so perfect too, what a shame you have to go to a dick like him.”

You watched as every word she spewed out her mouth, she got bigger in size. You were too stunned to speak because you thought she said her brother died and for two, She’s getting so tall almost like the giant and the beanstalk. You always read or saw that book when you were little, now seeing it in person is too much for your brain to handle.

She bent down to talk to you, “ You got nothing to say, my darling?” You almost wanted to scream but from the way she was speaking you couldn’t. Her voice was so smooth and it calmed you like a hypnotic ringer going in and out of your ear.

You gulped, looking down at the ground before looking up at her, “ You were a giant all along, but how did you get back normal fucking size and who is Taiju shiba and what does he want with me? What the hell do you want with me? And how tall are you?”

“ Didn’t know you could be so talkative, I like it. He won’t though. Anyways, to put it into the simplest form, I’m a giantess and my brothers are giants. We were born like this but found a cheat link to become normal size when we discovered a spell, you should know where I’m going with this right?” You nodded your head while standing next to her. Even if she had to squat or peer down, she thought you looked so adorable.

Yuzuha continued to say, “ Taiju shiba is my dead brother babe, he’s right over here. You’re literally next to him, actually you’re standing on his hand. You see he’s alive, but he’s a statue due to an problem he had with people he fucked with, he’ll explain on his own time. To answer the last two questions, isn’t it obvious we want you to be ours, our lover, our wife, everything. It doesn’t have to be that fast but tonight he wanted to show you why he wants you, isn’t that sweet?” You could tell she has a strong hatred and love for him because of the look in her yellow-orange eyes.

She then looked at you with pity and you knew something was off, especially when she whispered, “ I’m sorry but it’s the only way. I’m 9’0 by the way. Never heard that before have you?” You for sure didn’t hear that, neither did you see when she cut your neck. You only felt liquid dripping down your neck.

She was easing your mind from panicking and asking questions when she spoke or asked questions to you. You were starting to think she was a siren but no she just had you under compulsion. She will make it up to you when you get done with her brother.

You were about to touch your neck to see if it’s real and you’re not hallucinating but Yuzuha kicked a rock, causing you to be distracted, “ Let’s head to the mansion shall we?” You nodded your head without even paying attention to your blood she took on her hand when she grabbed the back of your neck scaring you into oblivion but when you saw she meant no harm you calmed down. She was now rubbing your blood that was on her hand on to the statue's face. You just wanted to leave and forget about everything that happened here.

You were about to run off when Yuzuha placed her ring back on her finger making her human size again, she stopped you from running away, “ Wait up, listen you have to keep this a secret okay, I’m not gonna use compulsion this time, I want your full promise to me, so please don’t tell anyone not even my girlfriend who’s your best friend.” You didn’t miss the irritation in her voice when she said the girl friend part, but you let it go considering that she could turn back and crush you as a giantess. You also didn’t acknowledge her usage of compulsion. You were taught not to ever pick a fight you know you can’t win. There was also another side of you that is saying to never be scared to fight anyone, no matter the size or height.

So in turn, you just nodded your head without noticing a set of eyes opening as you turned back to Yuzuha holding out your pinky, “ Okay, I pinky promise, not because of you but because you’re gonna tell my best friend yourself and I am tired from all this information so let’s not talk about it while we arrive at this giant mansion. I bet you all lived here too.” Yuzuha laughed at the last sentence because you’re right and yet you don’t even know you’re walking into a lion's den.

You and Yuzuha walked in complete silence to the mansion. When you both arrived there was a huge gate with a snake in the form of an S. She lifted the snake and the gates opened just like that. You wondered if your friends managed to think of that before taking the shortcut but knowing them, it’s not possible.

You walked to the front door and saw it slightly opened meaning that your friends were in there, so you had no problem walking inside. Everything was so fucking huge in there, it was honestly scary and the darkness just added the haunting part. You were about to reach for Yuzuha’s arm when you couldn’t feel anything.

You looked on the side only to find no one there, so you did what a smart person would do, walk right back out, but the door slammed closed. You banged on it and tried to yank it open. To no avail, nothing worked. You didn’t want to yell because who knows what’s in this house and what sense does that make to yell like that when nobody can hear you. After all, this city is abandoned.

You brought out your phone for the flashlight and turned your back to the door. Your flashlight showed you a lot of statues you didn’t even see due to the dark. Your neck was still bleeding for some reason so you had no choice but to hold it while you walked through the tall statues. Maybe you could find your friends or the back door. Maybe this was a prank from Yuzuha or the others. Yeah, that’s it. You kept telling yourself that to ease your mind.

It was like the statues were lined up for a battle considering that they were facing each other and some were balling up their fists. You felt a creepy vibe from them. Your suspicions were correct when you saw your best friend's scarf on a medium size statue. He was still larger than any human, just not bigger than anyone else. Four others matched his size so at least he wasn’t the one one. It also looked like his hair was half up and half down once you flashed the flashlight on his face.

He almost looked possessed from how wide his eyes were but nevertheless you took her scarf, well tried until a deep voice rumbled throughout the mansion scaring you, “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you, he doesn’t like his things being touched or taken without permission, little one?”

You looked around and couldn’t see anybody, so you thought your mind was playing tricks. You tried to take it again, which had a different voice but with a harsh tone, “ You don’t listen do you, we’re gonna have so much fun with you.” The laugh that disrupted after was atrocious and evil and you were getting irritated so you spoke up for yourself, “ This not even his and I don’t even know who I’m tal-”

Suddenly a tall man appeared in front of you, bending down to the level of your flashlight making you almost piss yourself but luckily you peed before you left, so you just jumped back making him howl in laughter, “ You’re talking to me, little one.” He suddenly stood up after his boisterous laugh and held out his hand towards you, “ I’m sure my sister introduced us before, but the only catch is I didn’t get your name, little one.” You heard someone snicker in the back of you and was about to turn around until the giant man caught your chin in between his index and thumb, “ come on, princess, I’m an impatient man and want to know who’s invading my house without my permission, time’s ticking.”

“ Well then I’ll be on my way, don’t have to tell you my name if I didn’t invade so let’s just forget this happened and that you exist, yeah? Yeah.”, You were about to turn around and walk but you got lifted up by your arms like a bride, your mind wondered how fucking tall was this giant, if Yuzuha is 9’ feet how tall is he?

He held you in his arms Cinderella style, “ Nope, I just can’t forget my pretty intruder besides we’re destined to be together, didn’t Yuzuha tell you that!” You sighed loudly, “ So you’re Taiju shiba.. the one she lied and said was dead, how come you’re not dead now?”

He looked down at you with a striking smirk showing his canines, “ I’ll show you why in a minute. You’re awfully calm about being held by a 10 feet 10 giant. Why is that princess?”

You hated the nickname when you were younger— now it sounded so perfect and fitting coming out his mouth. You’re actually glad he dropped the little one nickname because you were in no way little in weight but size compared to him and the other steel statues you were around.

You paid attention to his features, admiring them. He wasn’t steel like the others since he wasn’t a statue anymore. He was actually pretty and his nose was big along with everything else. It was like he was crafted with sugar, honey, etc. basically he was crafted with the good stuff. You also hated that when he mentioned his height, your pussy quivered from the excitement of being in his arms. This was the first time you were being held by a man without any worries of if you’re too heavy or if he’s gonna drop you. You had no doubt you would feel the same if he was his human size.

You honestly had another question in your mind but when you finally gained consciousness to who’s holding you it was too late considering he’s sitting down in a large chair with you on his lap and now you’re without your specific question in mind.

How did he move so fast and why didn’t you hear his steps like giant steps were supposed to be heard?That was your next question so you blurted it out while he peered down at you with yellow venom eyes that reminded you of a viper snake or some type of dangerous animal. They weren’t calm, they were full of madness and honestly you were scared when you didn’t get your answer right away.

Taiju blue hair fell down crowding his face a little as he peered down at you while holding onto your back with one hand, “ If I tell you that I would have to kill you and I already have that on my mind especially when you look so helpless right now with dried blood making a pattern down your neck, so don’t push it by asking questions that would get you killed.”

You were starting to think he had a blood kink from the way he threw his head back when he mentioned your predicament at hand.

“ Just one more question, if you were that statue by me and Yuzuha, how are you a human giant right now instead of a steel giant? What I’m trying to say is how did you ge-”, his finger pushed inside of your mouth making you gag from the impact and suddenness of a finger going to the back of your throat. You coughed loudly and tried to move your head back so you could breathe but his other hand was right there holding your head. He was prepping you while answering your questions, yet you didn’t need to know that now.

He watched with amusement at how much of his finger you took into your throat. He was two line veins down— the line veins on your finger to be exact. You were already gagging, he couldn’t wait for his dick to be lodged down your tiny little throat.

“ your blood is how I became what you call a''human ``. In fact, I’m not a human at all and that’s insulting to me that you would think that out of your pretty little head. Gotta say, doll, your blood smelled and tasted amazing and I’m sure the others can agree with me, only they didn’t get a chance to taste your blood, hell I didn’t get the full experience, so why don’t you let me get a taste of you; you would like that wouldn’t you?”, Taiju says, taking his finger out your mouth watching your saliva disconnect from his finger as you get your coughing fits out prior to tilting your neck at an acute Angle, baring his teeth at you with a hiss.

He was about to bite you but you had other plans, “ Before you kill me, can I ask you one more question and can I give you an answer to a question you asked me?” He raised an eyebrow at you and leaned back against his chair again, “ go on, pretty girl.”

You cleared your throat, “ you wanna know why I’m so calm? It’s because I expected this. I put the pieces together in my mind about Yuzuha and made the connection that she was using my best friend to lore me here. It’s a complicated assumption by the way. So, I decided to accept my fate because what can I do against a fucking giant? Absolutely nothing so why try to do it? Now on to the question, why does that last statue have my best friend’s scarf that was around her neck? What did you do to her?”

He put his hand on his heart with a fist, “ I’m wounded that you think we would do something to them. I have no intention of touching them. They’re not important, but I know where they shouldn’t be— Here. They shouldn’t be here because you are shifting way too much and you’re waking something down there, you mind helping me out, pretty doll.” You almost let out an audible moan when you felt his large erection under you. He was bigger than the norm and it was expected but not. You hope he doesn’t think it’s going inside of you.

“ I don’t think that’s gonna fit and besides you don’t even know my name.”, You say, trying to hold eye contact with him, failing miserably too. Taiju took your hand in his, “ What is your name, princess?”

The low vibrations of his voice was everything you needed to hear to open the floodgates below you. He was so sexy and you honestly wanted him from the moment he scared you. You like the thrill and spooks, just not too extreme. This wasn’t extreme, yet.

“ Y/n, L/N. Nice to meet you.”, You say with a little smile on your lips.

Taiju brought his head down to kiss you on your hand, “ Nice to meet you, y/n. Now we can have the fun you so badly desired since the moment you saw me or maybe even walked past the other statues. You like big things, hmm?” You almost wanted to hide in embarrassment because he was right, you just hoped that he doesn’t know you have a size kink. It’s not gonna be good for you when he does find out.

“ I, um, I really don’t. It gives me macrophobia.”you we’re trying to slide down but you just ended up making Taiju groan before holding you in place by your ass, “ Please for the love of God, stop moving or else I’m gonna fuck you and not give a damn about how you can’t take it.”

You shouldn’t have been turned on by that but you were and man did he smell it, you were confused on why he was peering down at you with nothing but hunger and lust in his dark yellow eyes, “ You and I both know that you have a size kink. Give me permission and it’s done. Satisfied. Fulfilled. Your word against mine princess, I’m a changed man so I’ll let you decide your fate; be killed, live happily knowing you are never going to be stastified, or fuck me until we both satisfied?”

You gasped up at him at the end because why would he say that out loud and so casual. Were you that good at reading since he found out about your size kink too? Some may say you’re childish but you’re not. It just caught you off guard and you liked it. So you choose the only option you could choose.

“ Good, good girl. Now sit on my face, baby doll. You won’t regret it.”, Taiju says, flashing his canines again. His pointy teeth were starting to grow every time he smiled and this only confirmed your suspicions about him being half vampire. You didn’t mind the giant part but vampire? You kinda did mind because he could kill you at any moment just by draining your blood. He could also kill you by stepping on you. Oh you would honestly love to be thrown around and stepped on by a man this size, this is what they call down bad. You were down bad for him just as he was with you.

Taiju made his way to his bed, a few inches from his chair, and laid down with his hands behind his head. You felt like a tinkerbell in human form since the man was 10’10. No matter how tall you were, he was taller. You lifted up your shirt exposing your pretty bra causing him to lick his lips at how pretty the outline of your titties were in your bra you wore.

“ Giving me a little strip tease before I deflower you, how sweet? Such a generous woman. Now speed it up, would you? I’m getting impatient.”, Taiju says while sitting up to take his black v neck shirt off letting his tattoos show and most importantly, his man-boobs to show. Fuck was he gorgeous to you. His blue hair was all the way down now and it added more to his beauty. You moved off of him to stand in front of his bed before hearing stuff move behind you. Before you could look, Taiju kissed you on your lips. How he got to you so fast was beyond you. You knew he was trying to distract you from something because of the way he suddenly kissed you. If he asked for permission to fuck you why would he kiss you without your permission now.

You opened your mouth when you felt his hand unbutton or slide down the rest of your clothes leaving you in your bra and panties. You felt so cold and felt even more cold now that your body is engulfed with him at the moment. His skin makes you feel like that. It was cold. Icy even. Taiju pushes his tongue in your mouth and in an instant you suck on it in desperation. Your hands were on his chest and he loved the feeling of your warm hands on him. This was the warm feeling he wanted for centuries. Inside and outside.

As you two continued kissing, Taiju couldn’t help his hand exploring your rolls and roundness that illustrated on your body. Your body was so perfect to him whether you had ass or not, too. He was addicted to the way you were shaped, the confidence you possessed, and the way your skin glowed . And it wasn’t an fetish, it was an obsession, only with you though. It first started when Yuzuha came talking about her girlfriend and her friends to Hakkai when they had their bi-weekly sibling dinner.

She should’ve never mentioned you or described how you look, showing a picture on top of that. He could tell she had a crush on you but he was determined to get you first, so he plotted even if he was still a statue. He was already mad he couldn’t eat with them since they were sitting down in front of him eating their favorite food and he got even madder once he realized Yuzuha was mocking and teasing him with a picture of you. At the time, he could only move his eyes and he was glad for that especially when he saw your face.

One day, he was glad he could move and feel his fingers. Some of the steel was breaking off. It’s been too long, way too long. He never lost his intelligence, so he came up with a plan. In the next two weeks, Yuzuha and Hakkai came to visit again and in coming to visit they saw his message against the wall next to him. It looked like it was a rock he used, however Yuzuha didn’t like his message about you being his, so she and Hakkai went on their merry way without sitting down and eating with him. They’ve been doing that ever since he’s been in steel, suddenly they stopped visiting for months after that incident of Yuzuha getting very angry at Taiju. He knew why and it made him laugh. Now he’s laughing and smiling on the inside because he finally got the girl. His girl.

Taiju unhooked your bra in a swift move, your hands immediately fled to cover your tits but he pulled them down and held your hands in his right hand while continuing his attack of kisses on your lips. He was pecking them over and over now. He adored you and you just didn’t know it. The stretch marks that paraded your boobs, he adored. The stretch marks across your stomach and thighs, he adored. He finally remembered the wide smile you possessed in the picture she showed him and he adored it ever since.

He then pulled back and looked you in your eyes, “ Now sit that pretty fat pussy on my face, princess. After all, It’s what a princess deserves right.” Your cheeks heated up and you hated that you smiled whenever they did that. You were blushing at the moment and he knew you were, which caused him to let out a little laugh. You climbed on the bed with your tits out, your nipples were hard due to the cold air but you digress because that’s the least of your worries.

You were now up to Taiju neck—both of your thighs caging him in on his shoulders, “ are you ready?” Taiju raised an eyebrow, “ Getting bold are we? The question is are you ready ?” He stuck his tongue out and man was it long like a snake, it curled too. You were so going to enjoy every minute of this. You got your knees on either side of his head now, since you moved up a bit. Your pussy hovered over his tongue teasing him and he was growing aggravated until you moved your panties to the side revealing your wet, slick pussy. You were so wet and he wanted to devour you and that’s exactly what he did once you plopped down on his face throwing your head back in the direction his tongue was going. Up and down.

His tongue was moving in a wavy motion when it entered your tight little pussy hole, you clamped down on his tongue as much as possible without causing his tongue any pain. Your moans were so hot to him, “ Aah fuck yes, keep doing that Tai, fuck!!” His nickname rolled off your tongue and he loved it. Just like he loved the smell and taste of your pussy, he wanted to drown in it, maybe even die in it. He always wanted to die a happy man and this was the chance.

You couldn’t help but to move your hips back and forth as soon as he took his tongue out of your hole to suck on your pussy. The slurps and other nasty lewd sounds he made filled the opening room of the mansion along with your moans bouncing off the walls of the mansion. Everytime you moved up, his nose bumped your clit over and over again making you move even faster. His tongue matched your pace in full figure 8.

You felt his quiet moans against your pussy making you even more feral, “ shit! I think I’m close, Tai— I’m fucking close. Ohh your tongue feels so good and you look so good with your face buried in my pussy right now.” Your words caught everyone off guard because they thought you were the quiet type, you felt like eyes were on you two but you didn’t dare bend your head back and take a peak. You wanted your orgasm and you were gonna get it especially at how Taiju was talking to your pussy while now flicking his tongue over your clit, “ This pussy is so fucking good, you’re getting this treatment every day from now on.” He was talking in between slurps and you absolutely adored the hell out of that shit.

You gripped his blue and white hair tightly in between your fingers and peered down into his eyes, “ Your eyes, they’re Augh! Fuck! Yes.” Taiju knew what his eyes were doing because he could feel it in his veins, they were turning red and his pupils were dilating.

Taiju saw that you were trying to raise your hips a little to the action of his tongue around your clit, biting it afterwards creating a hiss from your throat. He pulled back and shook his head— releasing a glob of spit on your already wet pussy making you squirm at the warm and icky feeling. He then reached up and held your love handles/ hips down prior to him stuffing his face in your pussy after slamming you onto his face without even caring if you broke his neck or not.

Your thick thighs were crowded around his head tightly as he licked around your pussy in a zigzag motion, you knew right then and there, you were about to cum.

“ Tai, I can’t hold on, ughh! I'm Cummin' your tongue. Your tongue. Your tong- holy shit!”, You spewed out nonsense as your body shook on top of his face, his chuckles only made you shake even more. Your ears were ringing and this was the first time this happened to you. You couldn’t even think as you came on his tongue and lips not giving any fucks about your cum getting on half of his face.

You didn’t even notice that you were torturing yourself when you kept moving your hips against his tongue without any of his help, yet you were blaming him, “ Taiju, please stop I can’t anymore. Mmgh!”

Taiju snapped his head back and you fell back on his large torso, he let out the loudest laugh you ever heard, “ What are you sayin’ princess? You’re the one who kept going even when my tongue wasn’t moving or hands were gripping at your wide ass hips. You were fuckign amazing now let’s see how amazing you are at taking my dick, yeah?”

You felt your panties slip back over your pussy, later getting yourself lifted into his arms again making sure to switch places with you. You were the one lying on the bed with a tired expression on your face while he stood before you peering down at your figure, “ You are one beautiful woman, the greatest I ever encountered. I want you to prove that to me, though. You don’t get that title without putting in any work my pretty little slut. Do you think you could take me?”

He pulled his pants and underwear down in one drop, your eyes widened at his size. It was almost insane how big he was. You couldn’t even count the inches but you knew it was past 9 inches that’s for sure. It was thick and laced with pretty veins scattered all over his dick. You felt like if you took his dick, you would break. Luckily for you, you always accepted a challenge . This was definitely gonna be a challenge.

If you were to describe his dick, it would be pretty but dangerous, kinda like you. It curved a little to the left and the little happy trail that trailed to his dick was the same color as his hair color, blue. And the tip was just as fat as the rest of his dick. How the fuck are you supposed to take this again?

“ Don’t worry, princess. I got you. Not gonna hurt you so ease up for me, can’t have you timid before I even get the chance to fuck that pretty fat pussy of yours.”, Taiju says before reaching to the side to get a bottle that has the words Lube Life on it. He knew you wouldn’t be able to take all of him so he was glad Yuzuha brought a bottle of lube for her to use on her strap when she gets the chance to fuck you.

The blue hair giant leaned down to kiss you on the lips with gentleness, the most he ever displayed within meeting you. You both forgot about the statues in the hallway connected to the room when you two connected with each other. Taiju loved the feeling of your lips on his, now. The kiss lasted as long as he was putting two squirts of lube on his cock, eager to enter you. You reached down and grabbed his hand that’s on his cock, “ Come on, big boy. Let me do it for you, please?”

Taiju smiled before nodding his head. You could say he was at a loss of words from your boldness. You kept surprising him and he was starting to love you even more. His elbows were on either side of your smaller body holding him up as you stroke him up and down. His head was in your neck muffling his own whimpers in embarrassment because of the way you were making him feel just off two strokes.

You unhook your hand from his cock and lifted yourself up to take off your panties, letting the air breeze by your clit earning a whimper from you. Taiju lifted his head to look at you, watching as you now held eye contact with him while laying back again, “ Are you ready, princess?” You gulped before nodding your head. He tapped his cock against your pussy three times and so thin the third time he slid his heavy cock over the slit of your pussy making you moan at the feeling. You were going to request a pussy job later because that felt too good.

Your eyes widen when you felt the head of his cock pushing inside, “ Holy fuck! It hurts. It hurts.” It felt like you were a virgin getting your virginity taken again. You were whining with your eyes shut tightly and mouth parted slightly at the impact of him going inside of your walls, not even taking the time to see the crave in Taiju’s eyes as he kept pushing in slowly, “ Come on, baby. You could take it. Relax for me, take a deep breath and the pain would be over in a quick second.”

You tried to relax but you couldn’t. He was too big for you, so you thought about the first thing that helps you relax, nothing. Absolutely nothing helped you relax, so you kept trying to move up while Taiju was tightly holding on to your hips disregarding your fupa covering his hand. Not like he cared in the first place, “ Y/n!”

The way his voice echoed throughout the room should be a sin. You could tell he was mad so you cracked open one eye seeing the most angriest face you ever seen, “ don’t make this hard for both of us, now relax or I’m gonna make you relax my own way, unless you want to stop completely.”

Your thoughts were complicated because on one hand you wanted to find out how he’s gonna calm you down but on the other you wanted to save yourself from the pain. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

“ Taiju, I want to do this but I’m just scared, that's all. Never had a dick that big inside of me so spare me the anger okay?!”, You yelled at him. You saw one of his eyes twitch and then he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “ Don’t ever raise your voice at me and now I’m pissed. Fuck angry, I’m pissed. Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?! Better not be me! ”

You always thought pissed came before you were angry but he seems to think otherwise. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt teeth breaking into your skin. He was sucking your blood while bullying his cock into you. You tried to move his head but he grabbed your wrist, putting them in his right hand above your head and kept sucking blood from you. Both of your wrists could fit into one hand and that scared you. Nevertheless, it wasn’t more scary than Taiju sucking your blood. He wasn’t sucking a lot which was weird but you were still weirded out that he was a vampire and a giant. You bite your lips containing the screams erupting from your throat. Taiju thrusted back and forth inside of your pussy as he sucked on your neck.

“ Ahh, it’s too much, I don’t think you could fit anymore inside.”, You screamed out, finally giving in to him sucking your blood. You were surprised that he fit half of him inside of your gaping pussy now. Your walls were shaping for his cock and his cock only. They fluttered in excitement when he moved more inches inside of your pussy.

He suddenly snapped his neck back while his hips snapped forwards making your scream and drag your nails down his back creating blood, “ Fucking hell, baby. Your pussy is shaping for me so I couldn’t resist adding more of me inside of you where I rightfully belong. Aaah shit! Hang on for me a little longer princess, don’t want your first orgasm off my cock to be me just sitting inside of this beautiful pussy now. Keep fuckin’ scratchin’ me baby, mark your territory .”

You looked up with an open mouth and blurry eyesight due to your tears falling down your face. You could t believe you took almost all of him, “ Tai, I feel so full but can you please move, it’s burning and hurting. Please ease my pain again. Just not with that method, please.”

Your voice was low and he knew you were done for. His cock was gonna be the only name you could think of for now and forever.

Your blood dripped off Taiju’s lips and cock. This was something you never thought you’d be into as you gaze between him and the opening of your pussy while sitting up on your elbows, “ Please fuck me!” The pain was intense yet so was the pleasure. Taiju smiled before leaning a little of his body weight on you, crowding your body into his arms with his head on the other side of your neck, opposite of the bite he created, “ Kahhh, your pussy sucks me in so well, such a pretty good girl you are. Allowing me to corrupt you even if someone already beat me to the punch the first time. How naughty you are.”

He was moving in and out of your squelching, hot pussy slowly while kissing and sucking on your neck with his right hand now caressing your rolls as he held you in his arms on the bed. You felt like you were being used as a pillow from the way he held you tightly against him, almost like he didn’t want to let go in fear of you leaving.

Little whimpers and moans were coming from your mouth. You chanted his name like it was the only thing you knew from the beginning of time. His dick was pushing into your cervix and it hurts so good to you. You discovered that you must have some sort of pain kink in order to be enduring what you are right now, “ uuh! Taiju move a little bit faster, I think I’m close.”

Taiju obeyed your orders and he never obeys anyone orders so this was a surprise for him and them. The bed creaked underneath you two as he moved inside of your pussy faster than before. Your juices were coaxing his cock just right and he couldn’t do anything but moan into your neck. His body sweat was mixing with yours as he fucked your into dumbness.

Your legs tried to wrap all the way around Taiju’s hips but he was too big so one leg was attached to his hips and the other was falling down his hips. Taiju hair stuck to his forehead crowding his eyes making himself irritated because hair was getting in his eyes and he couldn’t see you take his cock. His moans were so pleasing to you because they were deep as hell for one, “ Fuck, just like that. A fucking vixen you are sucking me in like this while whispering too big over and over under your breathe. You like this, don’t you? You like my cock fucking you like this, hmm? Nngh, you can’t even fucking respond.”

Indeed you couldn’t because you’ve had your second orgasm for the day, “ nuhh, Tai— I’m cummin’, m’cummin”. Your body shook underneath him as your eyes rolled back into your head in pure exhilaration. You saw nothing but whiteness as you came onto his cock. Taiju wished he could've taken a picture of your face while you came. Taiju placed butterfly kisses all over your face before fucking you through your orgasm. He needed his release too and he was going to get it from the way he was drilling inside of your already fucked out pussy.

Your screams and his moans were combining and echoing off the walls as he tried not to push more into you than what you could handle while chasing his own orgasm. Your walls were fluttering around him as he rocked your body in sync with his own hips. You could feel something poking your belly and Taiju could too, you didn’t think it was possible until you looked down with blurry eyes. You took your hands to whip away at your tears while he continued to fuck you, just now with hos knees on the bed. He eyed your stomach everytime he went inside and it did nothing but set him off even further. You had a belly bulge, his cock did that. Your eyes widened when he took your hand to touch your lower stomach, “ Feel that shit,that’s me baby. All of me. You probably didn’t think it was possible for someone your size to get a belly bulge, huh? Now you know— Ooh fuck, I think I’m cummin’ baby.”

He thrusts his hips into you three times trying not to snap all of his dick inside at the same time. He didn’t know how he came inside of you like he did because whenever he fucked other women in the past they could barely take half of him and then he’ll have to put their needs first. Never got his orgasm until now. Yeah he’s keeping you.

You felt so warm and full because of his thick ropes of cum shooting inside of you. You felt like it was nonstop. Your body shook underneath his as his body shook above you before he hungrily kissed your lips, “ fucking on top of the world right now, can you do one more position for me?”

Your eyes snapped open from its hazy state as he lifted you up with his cock still throbbing inside of your abused pussy. He sat back down in his chair, this time with the other statues surrounding you both. You were too dick dumb to realize that the statues moved and they weren’t even statues anymore. They were alive and staring at you with lots of hunger even if they had blood bags in their hands, sucking on them.

You looked up into his face with wonder as he held you by the fat of your ass halfway down his cock with one hand, by your head with another. Something or someone was holding your hands behind your back, but Taiju wouldn’t let you see as he watched you squirm and struggle to take him, “ Only focus on me, princess. I’m the only one in this room with you.”

You felt all your nerves let loose when he said that because now you did think that you two were the only ones in this room. He compelled you and Draken, Mochi, Kakucho, and the others didn’t like that not once while they looked on.

“ You didn’t have to say that.”, Mikey says while staring at your little but voluptuous body moving up and down Taiju’s 13 inch cock trying to steady yourself even more than he’s holding you.

“ We had a no compelling rule with her, so why did you do it?”, South says from behind you. He was the one holding your wrist back as he watched you with hungry eyes. You were one beautiful magnet. Everyone in that room with you two were either his partners or friendly rivals in the battle prior to them turning into statues. They managed to accept their fate over the years and we’re gonna get back the descendants of the one who casted them as statues in their prime time. She was the peace and wreckoning upon Cyclopean City. That’s why you were here. Part of the reason is because you were beautiful, the other part is because you were the only descendant they could get their finger on.

“ Shut up, I’m trying to get my nut and you all are fucking ruining it. We’ll discuss later.”, Taiju was back angry now and didn’t notice that you passed out from exhaustion. He did notice that you finally took all of his inches and that may have been the reason you passed out against his chest, “ South you’re paying for this, so the next time you want to fuck someone. I’m ruining your orgasm.”

Taiju peered down at you before kissing your sweaty forehead, “ I’m sorry, sweetheart, but everything is for the best.” Taiju bit into his wrist, drawing blood from his wrist. He brought his wrist to your open mouth and let the blood flow inside of your mouth.

“ I have no choice but to turn you. You can’t find out that we were your enemy. Now you’re one of us, enjoy my princess.”, Taiju says before baring his teeth into the supple flesh on your neck, drinking all the blood away from your body. He would have snapped your neck, which would’ve been easier but he decided to drain you of your blood in order for you to complete your transition. You felt your body being squeezed of life and by the person you sitting on. He held your body so tightly against his while draining the life out of your body.

You felt yourself sinking into more darkness and soon darkness was the only name you know now. You should thank the Shiba siblings for that.

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