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skellymom · 12 days

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 12

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 11:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744912201871245312/vagabonds-chapter-11?source=share

Word Count: 1.3K

Background: Flashback sequence: Love is born. Who was her father? Hunter having relationship regrets, dark and broody angst. He's got a very small part at the end of this chapter. But I PROMISE to have much more Hunter content in Chapter 13! To help with any confusion: Mad's Clone trans sister (non bio) is named "SHE" (mentioned in Chapter #9 "In The Beginning") and her name is capitalized to prevent any confusion of what character is being spoken of.

Warning: Swearing, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, breast milk, natural childbirth,Star Wars Canon violence, discussion of Love's genderfluidity.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

Several Night Sisters understood and respected Mad’s choice. And, disagreed with Mother Talzin’s methods. They helped plot secretly to assist with the intervention...some planning to leave with the Nomaadi as well.

...because Mad knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Mother Talzin was only playing at being accommodating. Mad could see the omen of celestial bodies in the sky above her. A baby born under these conditions signaled to Mother Talzin this child would have some sort of significance. She would keep the baby and NEVER let Mad’s child leave this planet.

And she would NEVER let Mad leave alive, either.

"Love's Arrival"

Mad sweating, bore down and pushed.

The baby slid out covered in a caul...silent and unmoving.

A Nightsister handed the baby to Mother Talzin.

“My child...are THEY alive?”

Mother Talzin ignored Mad’s pleas, removing the caul from the baby’s head, dropping it to the ground matter-of-factly. She passively scrutinized the new life in her hands.

“Answer me PLEASE! Are they ALIVE???” Mad was frantic, struggling to hold her composure.

One sister tied the umbilical cord, then Mother Talzin cut it with a sharpened Kyber crystal kife...glowing red.

“Your female child is alive and breathing.” Mother didn’t even bother to look at Mad. “But uncharacteristically quiet for a newborn. She hasn’t even opened her eyes yet.” Mother Talzin traced the vaguely heart shaped red pigmentation around the baby’s eye.

“THEY!” Mad spit out. “The baby is FLUID!!!”

“Oh...and WHO told you THAT?” Mother condescended.

Mad had enough of this woman’s shit. “MY child...in the WOMB! We have a BOND.”

She struggled to sit up, grabbing hold of Mother Talzin’s skirts and yanked HARD.

“GIVE ME MY CHILD!!!” Mad growled gutturally through her teeth.

Mother Talzin’s head snapped around angrily “I am standing in as proxy for MY SON. The child will stay with me until my son is ready for HIS PADAWAN.”

“Maul can kiss my ass! He doesn’t care about HIS child!!!” Mad shot back.

“We shall see when THEY fully manifest their Force powers.”

“At least you FINALLY got the pronouns right this time...BITCH!”

Mother Talzin yanked her skirts out of Mad’s grasp disgustedly. The Nightsisters around her eyed each other nervously. Then one gasped loudly and pointed towards the baby. Mother turned her attention back to the newborn.

The baby’s bright amber eyes bore a hole through Mother Talzin. She could feel it probing her consciousness. Attempting to communicate. No words, of course but...images, feelings, something deeper...

The Vardo and Beldame streaked past the group at low altitude. The ships engaged their sound alarm systems, imitating angry beasts screaming above the people below. Their attempt to intimidate and catch the Nightsisters off guard. Many of them scattered for cover. Several stayed put with Mad.

Mother Talzin stood tall still staring with interest at the baby. The baby stared unflinchingly back at Mother Talzin. The horrifying sound from the approaching ships did not affect either of them.

The ships returned for another pass, flying even lower. Then again, and again...purposely toying with their newfound enemies.

When they had enough of the Nightsisters dispersed for cover, the Vardo quickly landed and dropped a group of Nomaadi mercenaries. Men and women clad in mismatched armor, their helmets in the shapes of angry snarling predatory biomechanical animals, fitted for night and thermal vision. Large blaster weapons trained upon Mother Talzin and in cover formation to ward off rear attack.

The Beldame continued to pass over the sky above them, shrieking like an angry beast. Then circling like a hungry shark. The ship’s weapons ready to blast ANYONE who dared come out from cover to intervene.

Mother Talzin and baby kept each other’s gaze.

The Nightsisters who planned to defect from Dathomir helped Mad up from the ground.

“Give me my child. I won’t ask again!”

Mother Talzin calmly reached into the pocket of her skirts. The Nomaadi braced themselves. Several engaged their weapons from stun to kill.

She pulled out something hidden in her hand, shook it, then tossed the contents at her feet. The Nomaadi Merc in front of her flinched, expecting an explosion or witch magic...

...several small, polished animal bones hit the ground, rolled, and laid to rest just short of his boots.

Mother Talzin regarded them silently. “You may have your child. But there is a cost...”

“It would have cost to let you KEEP my child! Don’t act like you’re doing do ME a favor.” The GALL of this woman.

“YOU will never know peace. If I or my son do not acquire your child, another entity shall.”

“WHO???”

“I cannot name it. SOMETHING that will gain power over everything in this galaxy. Something dark looming over the horizon of our days. It’s coming...and NO ONE can stop it.” With that she kissed the baby on the forehead and let them go.

Mad winced, as she expected her child to drop to the ground once they left Mother Talzin’s hands.

As the Night Witch stepped away, the baby hung in midair...levitating in place. Their eyes changing from bright amber to deep yellow green. Closer to the color of their mother’s.

Mad, with assistance from three Nightsisters, limped to her child and took the baby in her arms.

The Mercs kept position with their front man training his blaster on Mother Talzin as she wandered away into the Dathomirian night.

The Beldame swooped down, hovering 3 feet above the ground, gangplank opened to receive its crew. Mad and the Nightsisters quickly boarded.

The Merc crew of the Vardo, seeing the extraction successfull let their guard down. They didn’t come planning to kill ANYONE, unless extremely necessary. The fear Nomaadi had of the Dathomir Witches proved correct, unfortunately. The fear of their REVENGE.

No sooner had the Witches gotten Mad and her baby aboard then a fire fight broke out between the Nightsisters and Nomaadi Mercenaries. Green plasma fire, red blaster bolts, screams filled the air. SOMETHING huge hit the Vardo, and the ship exploded. Its concussive force rocked the Beldame violently...

...and one of the Witches staggered backward, falling out of the open hatch. Another tried to grab ahold of her and caught open air. Mad’s sister SHE caught the Nightsister before she too fell to her death.

The Beldame’s pilot: Uncle Taavy, struggled to close the gangplank quickly to not lose the rest of the crew. Then engaged the engines to leave the planet.

But the ship shook refusing to budge. He threw the ‘Dame into full throttle. Still it refused to engage. Uncle Taavy swore a string of curses in his Nomaadi tongue.

“What the Kark is happening!” SHE yelled.

The Nightsister in SHE’s arms replied “Mother Talzin and the Witches won’t let us leave.”

Both Witches looked terrified. Terrified of what Mother Talzin would do if they couldn’t escape.

Mad had enough of Maul and his Mother. She handed her baby to the second Nightsister now seated, and purposely strode to the back gunnery. Adrenaline and anger fueled her determination.

She climbed the gunnery and slid into the seat. Through the windscreen Mad witnessed Mother Talzin and the remaining Nightsisters holding back the Dread Beldame with their magic. Green plasma enveloped the ship. Mad ground her teeth in anger, engaged the blaster cannons and started firing away on them.

Mother Talzin blocked the blaster fire. It dissipated hitting nothing.

Mad screamed in anger, beating the walls of the ship with her fists. The space between her legs oozed blood, her breasts leaked milk...and her baby started to wail...for the first time.

The cry was strong and piercing...and angry. Everyone on the ship heard it.

And so did Mother Talzin. She seemed shocked to have done so and immediately stood down. Calling off the fellow Witches.

The ‘Dame shot forward quickly, as if let go by an invisible hand. Uncle Taavy whooped in glee, to be rid of this forsaken planet. He slammed the ship into high gear and hauled ass.

Mad and Mother Talzin locked eyes as the ‘Dame raced away. She swore she’d fight that bitch until the day one of them died. Nobody was taking her child away from her.

The adrenaline was wearing off and the burden of giving birth caught up to Mad. She slumped in the seat, feeling wetness between her legs and chest.

Sister SHE prevented Mad from falling onto the floor...

...Mad descended into darkness again...

Hunter laid on his bunk sifting through the events that transpired since he met Mad.

The throbbing pain between his legs, burning scratch on his face...the deep bite mark that FINALLY stopped bleeding.

His heart ached a bit too. Pain, love, lust, yearning, uncertainty...so much...felt like it would explode.

Cid’s words bounced around his head...paining him that she was possibly RIGHT. It was the ONLY accurate intel Cid had ever given him.

“Ya looking for a world of hurt, Bandana? “Cause that’s all you’re gonna get with that one.”

PLEASE like, comment, and/or REBLOG!

Chapter 13 to arrive in May!

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diamxndjules · 6 months

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welcome! i’m julian

you may also call me jules :>

this is an 18+ blog, MINORS DNI!

my menu || tip me

about me:

he/they pronouns ONLY

transmasc, queer, nblm/nblnb, polyam (in a closed relationship!)

sub leaning switch but i may surprise you sometimes

i like being called: pretty boy, bitch(boy), (boy)toy, hole, slut, fag, whore, puppy, mutt,

do not call me: pretty (specific parts of my body are fine but do not call *me* pretty), beautiful/gorgeous (same rule as ‘pretty’ applies),

neurodivergent, chronic pain and disabled

420 friendly zone

engaged🔐 to the loveliest partner❤️🤍

i like making new friends but am very shy and i have trouble keeping up with one-to-one conversations (my notifs are always a disaster cause i let them rack up)

i enjoy things like marvel & dc, rpg (i’m a big stardew valley player), music - i’m literally ALWAYS down to talk about music, wayyyyy too many tv shows, i’m also an occasional writer :)

ns/fw below the cut!

kinks!

(this will be updated as needed)

orgasm denial, edging, ruined orgasms

breath play, impact play, power play

ropes and bondage

pet (pup) play!

choking, slapping, hitting/spanking, biting, scratching

limits/no’s

(updated as needed)

rape play, cnc

age play

scat, piss/watersports, spit (not drooling), vomit

i will not use titles like ‘daddy’ or ‘sir’

DNI:

race play/fetishists

detrans, misgender fetishists

homo/transphobes, racists, bigots and any hate of any kind towards someone else earns you an automatic block & report

ddlg/mdlg/abdl & cgl blogs

ed/pro ana/“thinspo” blogs

this post is still a work in progress, but for now i have a tip link in my bio, or my paypal! if you like my content and are feeling generous :3

i’ll have a menu/price list up soon!

i plan on starting up my OF soon too :>

i welcome all asks minus anything on my no-list. have a fantasy you wanna share with me? yes please. wanna tell me something something about your day? i’m all ears! tell me how you’re gonna break me down, make me cry, take me to the edge over and over and over, and praise me like there’s no tomorrow? <3 umumum😳 you can do that too!👉👈

my tags!

# 💎 jules.horny.text

# 💎 jules.horny.pix

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# 💎 jules.pinned.post

# 💎 jules.barks

you’ve reached the end :D

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xxlovelynovaxx · 27 days

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It's trans day of visibility and all I can feel is dread.

Because I am intersex nonbinary,

which means the only parts of me that are seen,

are whatever predatory intent can he projected onto me.

I'm both "invisible" (erased) and hypervisible,

which according to anyone who experiences the other

is "privilege" and not yet another form of violence.

Trans people tell me they can "always tell"

that I'm an "afab trying to invade women's spaces"

or "basically a cis man playing at femininity,

trying to invade femme spaces";

there are no spaces for me.

"Make your own and be alone" -

it matters not that I am trans woman and trans man -

the one taints the other and makes me neither;

for all that the two are treated like oil and water,

I am treated like sludge.

"TME doesn't reduce you to your sex" is cried,

while they scrutinize me for signs

of being "male intersex" or "female intersex",

"you probably just have PCOS" -

y'know, the well-accepted intersex variation

that causes hyperandrogeny

to the point of even affecting your genitalia,

and which has recently been discovered to occur

in people without ovaries

(or any of the other sex characteristics

typically associated with presence of ovaries

in dyadic people)?

And all for what?

To tell me I haven't experienced my own experiences,

and am wrong about them,

and that actually they weren't that bad,

because they must be "misdirected" -

because I must be the "wrong sex"

to have experienced them.

Believe trans women,

unless there's literally any reason you can come up with,

that we are predatory liars

invading real women's spaces.

That's fighting transmisogyny, dontcha know?

And always remember that trans men

are hysterical whiny men's rights activists

cuntboys and bitches who wanna be oppressed so badly

who have never experienced misogyny a day in our life

and always pass as soon as we first think about wearing a binder

because there famously aren't surgeries

to get rid of two very obvious things

front and center

that T can't change

Remember it's also fighting transmisogyny

to joke about raping specific people

who explictly haven't consented to it

and then claim

that it's transmisogyny to judge trans women

for a cnc kink.

Don't believe multigender trans women,

masc trans women, butch trans women,

AMAB transmascs and AMAB nonbinary people,

AFAB trans people, trans "transandrophobia truthers",

trans people of color, disabled trans people...

Hm, actually, there's an easier way of saying this.

Believe skinny white gender conforming trans women

with large active follower counts

that act as harassers on call

to enforce the party line

(what happened to acab?)

and no one else.

If you can't enforce acknowledgement of your pain,

you don't get any.

Apparently, it's a limited resource.

And any joy you take -

from being a man,

or a femboy,

or a nonbinary person,

or a woman if you do it the wrong way,

or a trans person in general

is a threat,

and a transmisogynistic one at that.

All while you speak over trans people

of every gender

and especially trans women

telling you "no the fuck it's not, you transphobe".

Oh and degendering is a real problem,

but if you ever call someone a person

because they only have their pronouns in bio

and pronouns≠gender,

remember that it's transphobia to not extrapolate

binary gender from binary pronouns.

Never mind all the nonbinary people you know

who use she/her, he/him, and she/him.

It's not transphobia to assume they're

basically cis women (dangerous),

cis men (dangerous),

trans men (dangerous)

or trans women (dangerous).

Obviously nonbinary identity is disingenous,

and doesn't really exist,

but that's not transmedicalism

because transmedicalism is a Bad Word!

Anyway, always call trans people "women" and "men"

even if you don't know,

because it's (trans)misogyny

to call (trans) women people.

(It's also "general transphobia" to call trans men people,

but also if they're upset about it

it's just fragile toxic masculinity,

and really everyone should be okay being perceived

as feminine and as women,

because why would anyone choose to be a MAN anyway?)

A bunch of radfems

with all the gender essentialism that goes with it,

that simply decided that women were the one with penises,

but that testosterone is still evil,

never mind non-transitioning and post-op trans women.

Insert required disclaimer:

Y'all are doing this, regardless of gender.

If you think calling out how you mistreat:

trans women, trans men, and nonbinary people,

is blaming trans women,

I think maybe you're desperately avoiding the conversation.

Anyway, I don't want to be visible,

on trans day of visibility,

because visibility without acceptance

just begets violence.

#poetry #my poetry #trans day of visibility #trans #if you think you know my agab no you don't #and if you don't like this poem then do us both a favor and block me #I know posting this on tumblr dot hell will probably invite harassment #bc so many of y'all are like 'how dare you talk about having a different bad experience than me in your own house'#if it bothers you get off my blog! jesus!#(the above are necessary disclaimers. they cut down on harassment by like 80 percent fr)#anyway ah yes harassing a disabled trans person for sharing a poem with faer couple hundred followers on tdov is activism #congrats sweetie you did an activism here's a brown star for the shitty job of it

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shock-micro · 3 months

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Hi, I'm Mira! I'm a silly gay robot on the internet. "How," you might be wondering- don't worry! I have a two greek letter answer for you: θΔ. I'm also transfem, if you couldn't already tell by the trans flag in my profile picture.

I used to do Minecraft stuff, trying to make the game live up to its visual potential while staying within the confines of the vanilla game's engine, but now I'm kinda just burnt out of the game as a whole. Oh well! Now I just generally like looking into the visual and game design of various games.

My interests are mostly gaming-related, but I've tried to dabble in art occasionally. I like all sorts of games, like Pokémon, Minecraft, Celeste, Hollow Knight, Rain World, Risk of Rain, Ultrakill and probably even more that I'm missing, and definitely more after this post is made.

Feel free to send me asks whether we're mutuals or not!

I do have a sona, designed by a good friend of mine, @quantumpickle! I don't quite have a reference sheet, but I don't really care if you get it inaccurate- I love seeing how different people interpret the design. Whatever you do, though, don't forget the body fat- it's a reflection of who I am, at the end of the day. If you want a good picture of what I look like, look at Pickle's amazing work:

My posts are mostly reblogs, but I always end each session of scrolling with a post of my own, to know where to end next time I log on. I try as best I can to keep this account safe for work in both reblogs and original posts, though I am an adult. I will say something if this ever changes.

I am plural, sharing a body with a rabbit girl named Moon. She doesn't have her own sona yet, having recently (as of this post) decided to no longer associate herself with the character that first helped her manifest. You'll know it's her- she uses blue-colored text, and I typically don't type in proper grammar on Tumblr.

Hello, all! It's Moon- I'm not typically around as much as Mira, but it's always a pleasure when I can be~

I do have a partner, and I will always talk about them given the opportunity, but I carry a certain form of love for all of my close friends. The people I know mean a lot to me.

I love the simple things in life, from food, to nature, to the contrast of light and dark in both a literal and literary sense. I often find myself overwhelmed by everything that goes on in the world, but I find comfort in knowing the bad stuff is only a few bad people out of a beautifully diverse species.

If you couldn't tell, I generally prefer looking on the bright side and finding something to love about things rather than staying miserable all of the time. I don't get out much, and so I'd much rather give people that light to hold onto than spread the same old bleak story that you've heard from countless other people, regardless of how important it is to share. Change is built on hope, after all.

Normally people put a DNI in their bio or their pinned post, but I don't really care to do that. If you're a bitch, I'll block and move on. I don't care how you use a label, or where the other folks in your head came from, or whatever other queer-adjacent drama is the hot topic, I accept you regardless. I'm ace, I still love my partner, I can love anyone, I use it/its pronouns, I'm robokin, I've got another goober in my head whose origins are unknown, do you really think I'd hate you for being you?

That's actually an important point- even if I do think something someone's done is unforgivable, I believe that bad people are still people. In some ways, that makes things better, they have lives outside of what they commit, but it also makes things worse when you realize someone woke up and actively chose to perpetuate genocide. Some people are genuinely that bad, others are just misguided and can be helped. Ultimately, it's not my job to "save" anyone. I just try to provide a light of kindness when I can.

Wow, that was long-winded for a post that's just supposed to describe me. I suppose that's in-character for me, though. Agree with me or not, I don't really care, as long as you're respectful. I hope you've found this post helpful in understanding who I am as a person, long-winded as it is. Have a good one, whoever and wherever you are.

...now how do I pin this?

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darkwitch1999 · 4 months

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Sara Lemieux

Online Username: 👑HeadQueenofBitches0001👑

Cerise Leroux (Not to be confused with Cerise/Lila Rossi)

Online Username: 🐅❤️RubyTigress666❤️🐅

Colette Lyon

Online Username: 🎭DramaEqualsLife🎭

Lavender Leyva\

Online Username: 💜🎵LavenderMuse2000🎵💜

Hey everyone! Happy New Year 2024!!!! So I decided to share some pictures of some original characters that I plan to write in my Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction series (they won't be featured in Misdirector or Icelator, but I have other fanfics in the works that I plan to introduce them in or at the very least they will be mentioned in). I used Create-A-Sim as per usual to make these OCs since I suck at drawing as I have previously stated many times before.

So the backstory on these gals is that all four of them go to the same school my other OC Noelle Odeja and Marc Anciel went to before transferring to Collège Françoise Dupont. These girls are the meanest quartet of popular gals at their school. If the students from Collège Françoise Dupont think that Chloe is the worst, well...let's just say that Chloe is an angel compared to these bitches. Sure, they never worked for a superpowered terrorist voluntarily, but they would regularly take advantage of their school's closemindedness to harass or humiliate any student who was part of the LGBTIQA+ community, and/or anyone who was different/unique in general.

When they were harassing Noelle, the four of them would bully her for not being "feminine" and would call her a "horror freak" due to her obsession with horror genres and everything else weird and supernatural. They would also bully her about her family, but I'm saving those details for an upcoming fanfic (or you can check out her headcanons here if you are that curious:

As for Marc, however, they would team up with the male students and would bully him both physically and verbally. Most of their heinous acts would include insults, cruel pranks, tripping him in the hallway, pushing him down some stairs, and breaking his glasses (yes, I headcanon that Marc used to wear glasses and this is the reason he doesn't wear them anymore), and stealing his journals, reading them out loud in the locker rooms, mocking his writing, and breaking them (hence the reason why the poor boy is so self-conscious about letting people read his writing). There were other forms of bullying that Marc had to endure and one of them was horribly bad enough to make Marc switch schools, however, I'll save them for the fanfictions that I am writing (or maybe I'll include them in a headcanons list for Marc).

Let me know what you guys think about these OCs. If you have any questions relating to their designs, personalities, etc, ask away!

@artzychic27 @andromeda612 @username8746489 @lady0lunamoon

#miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #ao3 stuff #original character #ladybug fanfiction #ao3 writer #marc anciel #Noelle Odeja #mean girls #bitches #bullies #mlb fandom #create a sim #sims 4

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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spotted (kinktober day 2)

kink(s) of the day: branding and creampie | kinktober masterlist

(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)

submission for: @semisgroupie’s 3K Slut Collab and @sanzucide’s Burn Book Collab {thank you for organizing this💕, i apologize for being late because tired :( }

features: kento nanami x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU, gossip girl AU) | wc: 3890 | song: promiscuous - nelly furtado, timbaland

warnings: branding (hickeys), creampie, mentions of cheating (geto cheats on reader), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, clit play, clit slapping, slight bondage , doggystyle, unprotected sex (on pill/plan B), rough sex, names (slut, bitch, sweetheart), degradation, overstimulation, squirting, possessiveness (if you squint?), being filmed without knowledge (please lmk if i missed any tags)

beta reading & brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: after your boyfriend was caught cheating on you, you were scared to go out anywhere, but then, you gained confidence and years later, you became the talk of the town. a chance encounter with the former nerd turned hunk sort of changes your perspective…

a/n: i know that it is 6th/7th october, so i apologize for the delay, will try posting regularly *fingers crossed* as always, please keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

“This just in: (Y/N) (L/N)’s boyfriend of two years, Suguru Geto, was caught hooking up in the hotel room with the now most popular person in Jujutsu High University of Tokyo, Mei Mei. Sources say that she even popped her cherry because of him. Maybe it’s their way of letting (Y/N) know that she doesn’t belong with them on their level. What will she do now?”

You were fuming when you found out about your ex-boyfriend’s infidelity through Gossip Girl of all people. You had dated him since you were in your freshman year of college, and you did lose your virginity to him. Could you blame him? He was so good to you in bed. He treated you well and you were so in love with him… but what did you get in return? This piece of shit news from the Gossip Girl Instagram account that someone must have started within the walls of the university to get deep-trenched into the scandalous lives of JJUTokyo.

What was worse, was that the person that he cheated on you with, you knew her, he had introduced her to you before. She was the person he told you not to worry about: tall, good looking, very poised, suave, intelligent, independent. All those things that you definitely were, but he made you feel miserable about it, and this was him shoving it into your face that she was a tad bit better than you.

This led you to feel very embarrassed, and not wanting to show your face in public for days. Well, how could you? You were insulted on social media ffs! However, one day, a knock on the doorstep of your apartment would change your life, and when you opened it, to your surprise, you saw that it was Suguru’s best friend and your confidant, Satoru Gojo at your doorstep.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Gojo looked at you, sorrowfully, as he saw you sniffling, in your PJs. “You deserve way better than that fucker. I don’t say this lightly, but I’m utterly disappointed, no, angry at my best friend for doing this to you! Let me come in, I have something for you.” As you allow him to enter, he surprises you with a couple of things: your favorite ice-cream, some makeup and self-care items you desperately needed, and a shimmery dress of your favorite color, with matching shoes and a matching purse.

“Do you like them? I got these for you!” He grins, continuing to wipe your cheeks,“See, I know you feel like shit right now, but I remember this one quote: Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop. Do you know who said this?“ Still sniffling, you answer, “Umm, Blair Waldorf?” Gojo chuckles, “Yes, I know that you’ve read the books, but in this case? Me!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling. You saw this coming, but were appreciative of your best friend for trying to cheer you up. “That guy is a bastard, honestly. He doesn’t deserve you. However, I don’t want to see you,” pointing at you, “like this, throwing your life away, your future away, just because of the stupid fucker..”

Unsure what to respond, you let him continue. “There’s a party going on at my house. To mark the beginning of junior year. I want you to finish this ice cream, freshen up, put on the makeup that I gave you, wear the dress, the shoes, carry the purse, hold your head high, and come to the party with me, because we need to show to him, that you’re not in the least bothered by the choice that he made. Because frankly, you are much better than her. You’re hotter than her!” Wiping the tears off your face, you laugh at Gojo, “You know that you’re crazy, right?” He grins, “What can I say? I’ve always had a love for drama.”

Taking Gojo’s advice, you dress up well and go to Gojo’s house for the party. You were sure of not wanting to go, because Suguru is Satoru’s roommate, but you do end up holding your head high, greeted everyone whose eyes were on you with a smile, drank and danced to your heart’s content, and got the attention of some of the hottest men in town.

Some of them, especially Suguru, could hear you moan and groan through Satoru’s bedroom as you were bouncing off of the quarterback’s cock as he made you feel good, that he fucked the sadness out of you. It was as if a switch within you was turned on. You came out of the bedroom, tying your hair in a scrunchie, looking at everyone who were looking at you, saw Suguru, smirked and said while flipping the bird, “He was definitely better than you in bed. It’s a shame that you’re missing out on me, baby.”

You winked as you heard people roaring in thunderous applause for you as if you won the Oscars. You even caught the attention of a certain someone who attended the party, although being a year younger to you, class wise: Kento Nanami, the straight A-student, who was one of the most sought-after men, but he never had any relationships, with his priority for academics coming in the way ever so often.

Two years had passed since then. It was the senior year of college and you were months away from graduating. You were, however, a different person altogether from the sorry state of the sophomore student you once were. Now, you were maintaining a dual reputation: a studious academician by day, and a promiscuous seductress by night.. You were a part of the creme de la creme section in your friends circle and in the university.

The studious side of you never came in the way of your freedom to do what or who you want to do, so as long as you have fun and know you are happy and safe. The total badass that couldn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. And if something or someone did come your way, you crush it or them so hard that it can not be undone. There was no guy in the university that didn’t look around to take a second look at you. All the hot guys followed you and you got to pick your choice and the rest of them would still wait for you to get a chance to date and eventually, sleep with you.

In this course of satiating your carnal needs with different individuals, you were starting to get tired and bored of the whole ordeal. So, one night, as you were chilling with Satoru, as you were casually conversing with him, you sighed and mentioned that you are tired of these people who were swarming around you like fruit flies, and you need a challenge, you needed something interesting. Your cerulean-eyed friend then smirks and tells you, “I figured you would say that. Lucky, I have a dare in mind for you: to get someone I know out of his shell. He’s someone I think would suit you right now. Remember my junior, Kento Nanami?”

You scoff and reply, “Wait him? Oh, please,” you swat your hands in the air, continuing while rolling your eyes, “I remember sharing a couple of classes with him during the freshman year, and especially remember that he did not look so… presentable, to put it mildly.” Gojo smirks and responds, “Of course you wouldn’t remember him otherwise!” He then puts on a concerned look, and responds, “You made his life miserable, you know? You used to bully him, would walk past by him, and throw slushies only on his face for no reason, would call him an old man just because of the glasses that he wore and might I add, you had secretly spread a rumor about him and because of which, girls are not approaching him to this date.”

“But, sweetheart, let me tell you something. He has been constantly working out. He may not like to air his dirty laundry in public, but he started off the same way as you. The only difference is that you were popular enough for the skeletons in your closet to be revealed, in front of everyone.” You scoffed in response, “Oh please! I don't think that he has changed in any way–” Your friend then interrupts you by showing you Nanami’s Instagram account on his phone. As you scrolled down, your eyes widened in profound shock as you see Nanami's chiseled physique through the grey tank top that he wore at the gym bathroom. Suddenly, it’s as if something sparked in you and you decided that you wanted to approach him. Knowing your expression, Satoru remarks, “With that in mind, (Y/N), I dare you to make him sleep with you.”

The very next day, you look for Kento Nanami in the college library, and as you found him sitting and reading what looked like a novel, you approached him with a smooth silky voice, and softly call out to him, “Hello, Nanami.” He doesn’t respond. You then continue, sighing, “Figured you wouldn’t say anything. I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nanami responds to you without looking at you, as he flips through the pages of the novel, “Please make it quick, (L/N)-san. I have no time to deal with people like you.”

You then pucker your lips, then put on a straight face and respond with an appologitic look, “Nanami, I am very sorry for having made your life miserable this past couple of years. I was just being a bad bitch, but I honestly would really like to get to know you. Would it be possible to have a cup of coffee with me?” Nanami doesnt look at you even for a single moment, but was quick to respond, “Only on one condition. Whenever we hangout, you will look at me with respect, despite whoever decides to run behind your coat tails. You will treat me like a decent human being as I deserve to be treated so. Is that too much to ask (L/N)-san?” You shake your head in denial and respond with a soft smile, “No, Nanami. It’s not too much.”

You and Nanami start to hang out, and even when your friends see you with him, approach you and make fun of him, you either change your seating or you stand up to speak for him, causing him to smile at you from afar but not give in. You even learned from Satoru that there was an incident where Nanami was defending your honor as well. You found it odd, given that you are well known as a slut, but he saw you as someone willing to change and not go by the perceived image of the society. That’s when you started to take interest in him, and somehow found him more attractive by the minute.

One day, in a surprising turn of events, Nanami decides to ask you out, and you accept his proposal, and as you get ready for the date, you get a text from Satoru: “Reminder that you’re yet to sleep with my junior. You have to complete the dare.” You immediately close the phone upon hearing Nanami calling out to you while knocking on your door. You both then go on their first date, enjoying yourselves. He’s such a gentleman to you, you two are having a good time, and you’re especially starting to take notice of his muscles peeking through his shirts, so you run your foot along his leg, ignoring the wall of text messages that Satoru’s sending you.

You both then decide to go to Nanami’s place afterwards, and no sooner do you enter than you cup his cheek and decide to kiss him on his lips, As you two kiss for a while, you realize that his lips, like whiskey, were smooth and addicting. As you begin to play with his hair, and walk to the couch, still kissing, Nanami releases himself from the kiss, softly responding, “(L/N)-san, I appreciate this, but, would it be okay if we took it slow? I’m just starting to get to know you and I want to cherish that.” Looking into his deep-brown eyes, you were surprised at his response, but with butterflies fluttering in your tummy, you nod, holding on to him instead.

As you two chill there, soaking in each other’s presence, you get a notification from Satoru again, but this time, Nanami’s the one that gets the first glance of the text as he absent-mindedly grabs the phone and checks the notification. He feels a slight sting in his chest, seeming that he’s been a ploy right from the start. You feel absolutely mortified, anxiety starting to grip you, not sure on what to say, but you think that he appreciates honesty, so you tell him the truth. “Yeah, initially, I was planning to sleep with you, because Satoru was talking about you and you… changed from the last time I saw you. You became hotter, and so, I want to sleep with you, because I…” you then place your hand between his thighs, and whisper in his ear, “...am a slut deep down, who’s craving for your cock.”

Tugging his lower lip between his teeth, an idea sparks in his head, while he grabs hold a bunch of your hair and pulls your head backward, with your neck on display. He brings his lips closer to your neck, but there’s a small gap in between where he exhales, causing you to shiver. “I see, (L/N)-san. Fine then, but, only on two conditions.” His tone then changes to that of a serious, dominating one:

“First, I’ll be placing hickeys all over you, and you will not dare to cover them up, but proudly wear them the next morning, like the slut you are.” You subconsciously whimper, and gulp in air, “Yes, Nanami–” but he holds you by your chin with the other hand and maintains that tone, “Not Nanami, daddy. I will not forgive you or fuck you, until you call me so, okay?” You whimper again, and clench your thighs, moaning, “yes, daddy.”

He then smirks at you, and whispers, “Secondly, you better be on birth control tonight or have a plan-B the next day, because I’m going to fucking cum inside you so much that you’d be full of me, you slut. Oh, and from now on, you’ll be walking to university, with my cum dripping down, because I own you now!”

With that, he pulls your face towards his, kisses you roughly, with his tongue swirling around yours as he picks her up by your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. Taking you to the bedroom, you moan in between the kisses as he pushes you on to his bed, your expression showing bewilderment at this new side of Nanami that he unveiled that you were getting to see.

He pounces on you, and with one hand, he holds the both of your hands above your head while kissing all over your neck, shoulders and chest, sucking and biting hard on some of the places, causing them to turn to a different color. He was right, he was branding you to be his. While kissing your neck, he was unbuttoning his shirt. As he stood up, he forced you to look at him and gaze deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered to the silhouette of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell that Satoru was right: he had been working out constantly.

Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out two of his thick fingers, and shoved it in your mouth, muffling your screams. As he orders you to suck on them, he takes them out and starts furiously rubbing your clothed clit. You’re fisting the sheets, moaning, and the next moment, you hear a ripping sound as Nanami then tears all your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy.

His wicked smile adorned his face as he removed his pants and boxers, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as he revealed his hardened length. Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs, bitch. I will not repeat myself.”

On your elbows, you dragged yourself towards the head of the bed while spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. You think to yourself, “Is this really the Nanami that Satoru was talking about?” You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight and agony.

You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, with his fingers sure to make marks on your thighs, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. Your screams had turned into moans as he kept biting your inner thighs all over and then eating you out again, pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up.

As you were about to reach your orgasm, Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, thus putting you on all fours. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers.

His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. The moment you paused to rest your head, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back while holding your breasts out to pull you toward him, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

In between all of this, both of you were not aware of the fact that someone had placed a camera by the window in such a position that your naked silhouettes were actually visible, as you two were in the moment. You had no clue, that someone you both knew, Suguru Geto, was behind the camera. He was jealous of Nanami going on a date with you, so to try knocking him down a peg, he came up with this idea upon learning from Satoru that you two were on a date. Suddenly, a new notification appeared on everyone’s phones from the very own Gossip Girl: “Oooh, this just in, the resident queen of sex is getting railed by a former nerd turned hottie. Dare I say, he looks very handsome taming our wild beast. Looks like someone’s legs are going to be sore.”

Everyone got to see the link and see the show before their eyes as you were getting railed by this overnight popular hunk. They were noticing how he was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, holding it by your chin and whispering, “Bitch, scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good girl you are, taking daddy’s cock in so well.”

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spots again, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, slut, I will not let you cum.”

Geto hears people cheering in the background as he hears people cheering for Nanami railing you. He scowls realizing that Nanami was getting more popular than planned.

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back.

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and his forehead touched yours. “(L/N)-san,” his tone softens, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I—” you interrupt him by kissing him on his lips, responding, “you’re kidding me? I enjoyed it. Maybe, we can change it up a little bit, if you think we’re okay?” He chuckles, as he goes to the restroom and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up and massage your legs.

As he’s about to say something, he notices his phone continuously pinging and that’s when he sees a barrage of notifications appearing left and right ranging to, “OMG YOU HAD SEX WITH HER?!” To “Look who’s the new playboy in town!!” To Gojo who also saw the video and was shocked. “Nanamiiii, I didn’t know you had that in you! 🥰”

This causes Nanami to be furious especially when he sees the Gossip Girl post, but then he sees the username of the person who posted the livestream and it turned out to be Geto! He thinks to himself, “Isn’t Geto-san, (L/N)-san’s ex?” as he turns to the window that had the phone. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he laughed maniacally, immediately understanding that Geto wanted to embarrass him, but that backfired, because of his newfound reputation of banging the talk of the town, the Regina George of his university, and now, his slut.

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