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#but sometimes she gets mad and i’m like. that’s exactly how i would react and then i freak out
anzulvr · 4 months
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karma x reader — fluff, angst? (Kinda) if they had a relationship like Hanako and yashiro,, SPOILERS FOR TBHK guys I’m supposed to be doing one of the thirty requests but I thought of this and I couldn’t help it I’m sorry
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Karma and you are the epitome of the scene in TBHK where Hanako goes “And guess who gets to be my little helper!” and Yashiro replies “it’s me… I’m the helper…” in the most disappointing voice as she gets her cheeks squished by him.
(If you haven’t seen it look it up on YouTube or tiktok!)
You’d be like Yashiro and Karma would be more like Hanako because of how often he gets you wrapped up in his crazy plans, most days he does something stupid and needs you to be apart of it.
Karmas personality is very bold and he definitely takes jokes too far sometimes which is why I think a confession from him could be kind of messy and in parallel to the scene where Hanako accidentally makes Yashiro cry by fake-confessing to her as apart of his plan. (Look the scene up, he stages a confession, Yashiro is disappointed and he teases her about it not realizing it upset her) — Karmas version of this would be an assassination plan on Korosensei where he lores Korosensei to whatever place planned by faking a confession to you (cause Korosensei is super nosy and would definitely snoop around given the chance no matter how sketchy things seem), Karma forgets to fill you in and now you’re hurt when you realize the confession was all apart of a stupid assassination attempt.
“Haha can you believe he fell for that, still couldn’t kill him that sucks, hey- [Name]? Dont tell me you’re disappointed the confession was staged.” He laughs but that comes to a quick stop when he realizes that was exactly the reason why you looked so sad.
He reacts differently depending on your reaction, if you’re mad at him he’ll let you tell him off, for the first time he doesn’t argue back because he realizes he seriously messed up. He asks Nagisa and to help him figure out how to win back your trust, when Nagisa’s answer is “you should just be honest about your feelings.” Karma decides to get advice from Ms.Jelavitch instead, because he’s not up to being mushy just yet. (He ends up being mushy regardless he will swallow his pride after seeing you all frowny)
If you’re more sensitive and you start crying (real) he’ll be even more lost on how to react. He’ll apologize frantically and doesn’t realize when he’s starting to say things that he’d consider cheesy in any other moment. He tells you it’s not that the confession was fake, and how he meant every word, “I didn’t think you reciprocated, I thought I could make my feelings useful for some assassination attempt without realizing you felt that way…”
pretty short sorry :) but have this 🩷!
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astrosirensblog · 2 years
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Sirenas Astrology Observations
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• 8th house synastry only works with two confident and emotionally intelligent people. One of the main reasons why 8th house synastry ends up toxic is jealousy and controlling issues from one side
• people who have aries in their 4th house know how to deeply hurt people fr fr
• some people with major Saturn and Mars influence tend to be real assholes, seriously these people have no chill and they think they served you karma by giving you lifelong trauma
• saturn synastry is really not easy when one side isn’t Interested in development
• you should be highly careful with 2nd house synastry, people who have many aspects to your second house could destroy your self-esteem and the recovery will take a long time
• Chiron synastry can be really beautiful and healing
• being a taurus is exhausting because we can’t let go of our damn grudges
• People calling earth signs (especially Taurus) materialistic is so tiring because everyone sees being materialistic as something bad. We just feel good when we get to treat ourselves with gifts, there is nothing wrong about that
• another point about 1, 2,7,8 and 12th house synastry is that narcissistic people will hurt you to the core. They will see everything that is good about you and turn it completely against you and duo to the energies you guys exchange in this synastry you will feel it really intensely and you will also feel like you are stuck in that situation and they will never leave you alone. So always be careful about the way people make you feel and how much they respect and value you as a person because strong synastry can be heaven or hell (I would also count 4th house synastry because the home is a place you feel save and sometimes don’t even realize that it’s actually not a good environment for you)
• the most goofiest synastry is definitely 3th house and 5th house (depending on the placements of course) but imagine having a friend or partner with who you have 3th house synastrie in mercury and 5th house venus or moon synastry. This kind of synastry is all about fun, free communication, the inner child feeling comfortable in the relationship. It just makes the relationship really easy going and peaceful
• Saturnian and Pluto midheavens are really precocious about how they appear to the world. You will think their appearance online and in real life is really natural and cool but they actually planned on their next moves 5 years ago. They exactly know how to react to certain things and what opportunities this will bring them. They already knew you will be working with them even before you knew about their existence
• Cancers can be really dangerous because they know what to do and say to smooth you, it’s hard to stay mad at them for too long
• Jupiterians really have the biggest audacity and I’m 100% sure they do know, their behaviors and words hurt people but they just don’t care. In fact these people can lack a lot of empathy (for example miley cyrus (a sag sun) used to bully hailey bieber when they were kids and hailey talked about it once openly and miley agreed on everything she said and then just said “well I made you stronger”, this is exactly what I am talking about 😭)
• Mercury ruled people love to give reviews, fr I think most people that go online and search for the restaurant they just eat in and give a detailed reviews are people with virgo and or gemini placements
• there is something about Lillith- Asc / Pluto people and their cry. You look at their eyes and you can see how their pain is transforming into something powerful, it’s like you directly see how they turn their pain into power (I recommend you, do not hurt these people, they will get you in ways you would have never thought anyone could)
• Capricorns flirt by telling you how much money they have lmao
• You will actually heal your Chiron wound by doing exactly what you did that has caused the wound in the first place, Kim Kardashian for example has her Chiron in Taurus 5th house. The 5th house is about creativity, being in the spotlight, acting, dating and all that jazz while taurus is more about sensuality, materialism, beauty etc. So Kim was always a fashion girl and she inspired to become a international It-Girl but after her Sex-tape Scandal she was shamed on all medias and she wasn’t really taken serious besides that she once talked about how they made fun of her in a show and she was really anxious about being in front of cameras afterwards. But she buckled up and still took part in kuwtk and did modeling jobs, was a video fixen and dated openly (often rich guys) who gave her even more opportunity’s. Even now after her divorce with Kanye and he trying to embarrass her on his twitter, she still does her thing which brings her many blessings. So do what scares you the most
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hi i really love how you wrote marshall lee!! i couldn't stop thinking about your writing, youre just truly talented!!! it was the dog reader personality that really made me weak at the knees. is it possible you could do a lambgirl reader? half girl half lamb? i saw this idea somewhere and this sorta dynamic with bad boy marshall makes me go😫😫!!! but you can push it down on the list if u want. no rush or anything! you dont owe us anything and remember to take breaks. love you❤️
I love you tooo ty for the encouragement <333
Ty for requesting, sorry I’m it takes me so long to get them done D:
I have recently started writing on ao3 so if you want to read what I have on there my name is just “justanotherauthorig”. Rn I only have a Heisenberg and a Hobbir fanfic so if that’s interesting to you pls check them out ^^ I will post more information soon
Marshall Lee x Lamb Girl! Reader
Tags: fem!reader, Marshall Lee is so hot bruh I can’t, reader is kinda stupid but it’s okay bc she’s nice, idk what to say about this, I didn’t edit it through but are we really surprised?, this would make a good smut :P sorry it’s kinda short tho
Authors note: this was fun :D I googled a bunch of adventure time slang and they’re actually so fun to use lol
Word count; 1,1k
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I think he originally started flirting with you just to mess with you
Sure, he thought you were cute as hell
But he wasn’t really looking for anything but a good laugh
You hang out with Fionna and Cake a lot, both of them are very protective of you
The three of you and sometimes BMO have a lil girls night out
On this particular night, you went to the dark forest bc Marshall Lee was having a concert and Fionna really wanted to go
Not so much to hear Marshall Lee, but bc flame prince would be there lol
Anyways, you immediately caught Marshall’s eye as he stood on stage
Both Fionna and Cake had branched off, leaving you alone in the crowd
Your eyes glued to your feet, not even daring to look up at Marshall’s performance as you fiddled nervously with your sleeves
When he finally had a break from the stage, he soundlessly floated up besides you
I kid you not, you almost bleated when you turned around to find the vampire king right besides you as you turned your head
You jumped, scrambled to get away as your lower lip quivered, white ears flattened to your head
“Woah, woah. Calm down there, sweetheart,” Marshall laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender
You quickly realized that he didn’t intend to harm you and somewhat calmed down, still slightly worried as he flashed his shiny white fangs to you
Your brows furrowed, fists clenching your dress as you fought to keep back the angry tears
“I-I am calm! Have you not heard that it’s rude to go around scaring people like that?” You huffed, sending him the most intimidating glare you could muster which to Marshall Lee looked more like a scared bunny
He smiled wider. “Well, I’m not exactly known for being nice,” He said, voice slightly deepening
You felt threatened, he looked at you like a predator looked at it’s prey and you finally understood why Cake was always bad-mouthing him
“I only hang out with nice people, sorry.” You muttered, turning away from him just to get a break from his all-consuming stare
He laughed again, clearly finding your reacting to be the most hilarious thing he had heard in a long time
You jumped again when you felt his hand creepy up the back of your neck, lips ghosting over your pulse point
Your breath caught in your throat, tears springing to your eyes again at the thought of being bitten. “P-please don’t bite me! Fionna will get m-mad!” You hiccuped, twisting the fabric of your dress even more until it was wrinkled and warm.
He blew on your neck and you felt him pout. “Fionna, huh?”
He pushed himself away from you a bit, finally getting himself out of your close personal space as he floated around you to face you again
“Aw, baby. Don’t cry,” he grinned when he saw your flushed cheek and quivering lips. “I just wanted to have a bit of fun, can you blame me?”
You shook your head defiantly as an answer, making him laugh again. “I promise I won’t bite you, little lady. On one condition,” he said, placing a large hand on your head
You mentally slapped yourself for the way you wanted to lean into his hand, ears twitching ever so slightly as his cold hand touched them
You wrinkled your nose. “On what condition?”
“Sing the next song on stage with me.”
Your eyes widened comically. “No way! I- I don’t even know how to sing! And I don’t know any of your songs,”
Marshall pouted, dramatically holding a hand over his non-beating heart. “And here I thought you were enjoying my show! I’m hurt!” Then he winked at you. “But don’t worry, all you have to do is follow my lead.” And before you knew it, he had an arm around your neck waist and legs as he hoisted you up in his arms
He carried you to the stage, floating above the crowd as you clutched him tightly in fear of falling
He sat you gently down on stage, grabbing his axe-bass and the crown immediately erupted in cheers
You were frozen in fear, face caught in between an angry flush and hysteric cries as you stood before the crowd
You already hated standing down before the scene, with all the people pushing and shoving it quickly overwhelmed you
But standing in front of at least a hundred candy kingdom citizens and a bunch of princes topped the chart of things you hated
You desperately pulled your cardigan around you, attempting to hide as your tail twitched and your ears once again laid themselves flat against your hair
“Follow my lead,” you choked on a gasp when Marshall was suddenly besides you again, whispering in your ear with that deep voice of his
“Good little girl, always picking a fight with me, you know that I’m bad” Marshall hummed, hands leaving his bass for a moment to gently sway your hips
You turned at least ten shades redder, burning up as he made you sway sultrily in front of the mesmerized crowd.
Well, luckily he had picked a song you actually knew.
“But your spending the night with me. What do you want from my world? You’re good little girl,” his hands left you to play his bass again, you gently swayed your hips to the rhythm
You looked intently at Marshall, figuring it was better to look at the troublemaker himself than the large crowd
He made a motion with his head, signaling you to start singing
“Uh-“ you started, inhaling deeply to not stumble over the words. “B-Bad little boy, that’s what you’re acting like, I really don’t buy,” you had to yet again stop yourself from bleating again, taking quick breaths as your hands shook
“That you’re t-that kind of guy-y,” you closed your eyes tightly, hating the way you could help hiccuping up the words. “And if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?”
Suddenly Marshall was by your ear again, chuckling darkly. “You did so well, little lady.” He murmured, before floating away from you a bit to continue the show
“Hey! Isn’t that Y/n?” You breathed out heavily in relief upon hearing Fionna’s voice.
“Come here, sugar,” suddenly Cake enveloped you and you welcomed her happily, snuggling yourself into her warm fur
She stretched, setting you down on the ground besides Fionna before taking your place on stage, cutting Marshall Lee’s verse short as she started singing about hot tomatoes and good sauces
“Hey, are you okay, Y/n? You look pretty jacked up,” Fionna said, pulling you to her side
“Marshall Lee told me to sing with him or he would bite me,” you mumbled bitterly, leaning onto Fionna’s shoulders
She clenched her teeth, face flushing angrily. “That son of a blee-blob!” She hissed. “I’ll kick his buns,”
You smiled slightly. “I told him you would get mad if he bit me,”
“Of course I would! What a butt-guy..”
When the concert ended Fionna was quick to find Marshall and give him a piece of her mind, however the vampire king only laughed her off, telling her that next time he would you wouldn’t be so lucky
Both Fionna and Cake insisted you slept at the treehouse that night and you happily agreed
Of course, it didn’t take Marshall long to seek you out again
He honestly doesn’t have that much going on, a bored guy needs entertainment
“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite little lamb,” Marshall grinned, suddenly appearing in a tree as you were walking home from one of Tree Trunk’s apple pie dinners
This time you pretended not to jump, huffing as you held your head high, refusing to look at him
“I-if it isn’t my least favorite vampire king,” you said, half of your words coming out as a whisper. You mentally slapped yourself, if you were going to give him a comeback you you at least sound like you weren’t absolutely shaking in your boots
“Now that really hurt!” Marshall pouted as he spoke, coming down from the tree to walk besides you “you smell like apple pie,” he noted, sniffing the air
You wrung your hands nervously. “Tree Trunks made me apple pie,” you muttered, still refusing to directly look at the vampire
He cackled. “Jeez. That must have been so boring,”
You frowned, even though your face was turned the other way Marshall Lee noticed, filled with glee. “Tree Trunks is really nice! And his apple pie is amazing,” you huffed, defending your dear friend
“Tree Trunk’s is bunk, dude. Let’s go somewhere,” He grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to finally face him. “Come with me to this undead party, it’s rad. I know you want to,”
You finally had enough, angry heat flooding your face. “L-Leave me alone! And stop acting like such a mr. cool-guy you.. you! Ding-wad!”
To your utter surprise, your little outburst just made Marshall laugh loudly. “I’m a ding-wad, huh? Alright, alright. Give me a chance to show you something cool and I bet you won’t think I’m a ding-wad after,” he grinned, cocking his head like a puppy
A very threatening puppy, in your opinion
You took a moment to regain yourself, noticing he was being somewhat sincere. The goodness in your heart won and you shyly looked at your feet. “A-alright. But no funny tricks,” you mumbled.
“You got it, sweetheart!” He said as he lifted you bridal-style, taking off into the air.
To your utter surprise, you ended up having a good time with Marshall Lee.
He took you to a party in a graveyard, ghosts was actually a lot more chill than most living ppl and you actually managed to socialize
When you got tired and socially exhausted all you had to do was gently tuck on Marshall’s sleeve and he happily flew you home
To his house, I mean. You protested at first, as you didn’t know him that well and it seemed like a pretty bad idea to sleep over at a blood-thirsty vampires house
But all your sleepy protests died down as he tucked you into his bed, gently wrapping you in the sheets and quietly humming as you drifted off to sleep.
As he watched you sleep, ears twitching and cheeks puffed out, he realize that what started as a joke had turned real pretty fast
He felt an overwhelming urge to protect you, not that he would stop mercilessly teasing you, but he quickly discarded the idea that you were just a new plaything
He was also pretty sure Fionna would actually skin him alive (or dead I suppose) if he upset you
When you hung out at the tree house the next day and told them about how you slept over at Marshall’s she was already pretty read to beat his guts
Slowly, and I mean slowly, bc Marshall is a huge tease and you couldn’t stand looking at him for more than 5 minutes without getting so embarrassed you could melt, the two of you eventually started dating
Rest assured, Fionna and Cake both threatened him on multiple occasions, making sure he was on his best behavior
Even Prince Gumball had a few choice words with him lol
Everyone is was extremely worried lmfao (with good reason)
Marshall can be sweet tho, he actually is sometimes
Especially in public, since he knows you get overwhelmed super quickly
All you have to do is look at him with those doe-eyes of yours and he gets the message immediately
Doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a fancy dinner in a castle or if he’s playing a concert, he will get you to a place with less people immediately
He really does love you lol
omg bc both of you are so emotionally constipated- like you’re too shy to express your feelings and Marshall has just been taught to believe that expressing feelings is a taboo
If he ever did anything to hurt you tho he would hate himself so much, you’re the purest person he has ever met and hurting you is just a no-no
Sure, he teases you constantly bc that’s just how he is
But if he ever sees upset for real, he will beat himself up over it for the the next decade or so
Fionna will not hesitate to let him know if he messed up either
As I said before, the vampire king will be on his best behavior
You’re his cute little girlfriend and he will treat you as good as he possibly can <3
Hiya ^^ I hope you enjoyed this, sorry it was kinda short D:
I have a confession.. I srsly considered making it into a smut but I stopped myself bc it’s 1 am and I have school tomorrow lol
Lemme know if you would like a part 2 smut version of this :D
Anyways, thank you for reading!
Love, author
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daddydoddsjr · 1 year
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If you made a scale of Law and Order (and/or SVU) lawyers based on "most to least likely to get jealous" what would it look like?
Pairings || SVU lawyers x GN!Reader
Warnings || Jealousy ofc, anger, mentions of NSFW
Authors Note || just doing some SVU characters in order of least to most likely— this post kept glitching so hopefully when i post it posts normal?
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6. Peter Stone
I feel like he wouldn’t care
But in a ‘I know I’m amazing and I have no reason to be jealous’
Just cocky
5. Alex Cabot
Not cocky, but still doesn’t get jealous
Doesn’t have much a reason to
And doesn’t want to waste time being jealous
She trusts that nothing will happen anyways
4. Casey Novak
Feels the hits of jealously/anger but doesn’t react much at first
But if something makes her jealous, she’s good at voicing it outright
And she’s blunt about it so you know exactly how she feels
3. Rafael Barba
Silent jealous type— but easily jealous nonetheless
Another man even tries to check you out or flirt with you?
He’s immediately jealous and protectively holding your hip tightly
Might let out some of his jealousy frustrations during sex
2. Sonny Carisi
Sonny is definitely a bit more jealous than he lets on
Someone is flirting with his person?
Absolutely seething on the inside, normal on the outside
Definitely has a hand on you somewhere (your thigh, lower back, hand, etc)
1. Rita Calhoun
Vocal about it and you can tell how completely angry jealousy makes her
Very protective of you and jealously comes easily
Fights sometimes happen due to this, but she’s not necessarily mad at you, just made at who made her jealous
Jealous sex jealous sex jealous sex
i love rita calhoun so much and i need more sapphic fics with her
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Hello, can I please ask for some headcanons on how the Ride the Cyclone characters would react to their S/O being sick? How would they take care of them? Would they cuddle with them if they asked? Take your time. Thanks i’m advance.
Saint Cassian Chamber Choir x Gn! Sick Reader
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warnings - just sick things ig-
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a/n : sick day hcs >:)
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Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg
•I’m sorry but I do not see Ocean cuddling her s/o while they’re sick. She would be an excellent help to get you better again though.
•Ocean probably wouldn’t let her s/o leave bed or let alone go to school while they’re sick.
•Whenever you're very sick it is probably the only day she would miss school.
•Soup? 10 cans are already made (/j)
•Meds? Got them covered.
•She seems to be a bit of a clean freak from time to time. Ocean will make sure her s/o is getting rest so they can make a swift recovery.
Noel Gruber
•It won’t be for long (or that’s what he believes,) he will cuddle his s/o but strictly while they are asleep. However it’s his plan for it not to last long but sometimes Noel falls asleep as well.
•Noel doesn’t seem to be the best cook but he’ll still make some cans of soup for you.
•He could possibly be a little crabby if he’s cuddling you and the next day Noel would be sick (he would never blame you btw)
•he’s literally a human water bottle disposal, you're thirsty? A water bottle has spawned from thin air.
Mischa Bachinski
•You can’t get him off of you, Mischa is cuddling you so much.
•He probably is the type of guy who would have a wonderful immune system, he just can’t get sick.
•This dude cannot cook to save his life, his s/o literally has burned soup (/hj)
•You're not allowed to leave bed, if you manage to leave your bed Mischa will block the door so you can’t leave. You gotta get better, this isn’t mad wicked awesome if the love of his life is sick.
Ricky Potts
•He panics but doesn’t show it, he’ll cuddle but it's not exactly a cuddle like he’ll hug you.
•Honestly I feel like Ricky is an amazing cook but he never gets to cook. :( Let him cook you soup !
•He’s checking in on his s/o every other hour.
•In all honesty you're in good hands with Ricky taking care of you ! :))
Jane Doe/Penny Lamb
•Even if you're not sick Jane, in general, doesn’t seem like a cuddler. So even if you ask she may or she may not cuddle you.
•Not much of a cook but she won’t burn soup like Mischa.
•If you need an extra blanket, she’ll give you some.
•Jane has some sorta power that instantly makes her s/o feel so much better.
Constance Blackwood
•The Best cook here
•Same with Jane, Constance isn’t much of a cuddler in general but if her s/o asked she will cuddle them with no hesitation.
•She knows basically all the remedies that won’t rush her s/o to get better.
•Constance has a bunch of supplies for when others are sick, so you are in good hands. :)
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lady-jane3 · 2 months
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19 and cirrus x reader with cirrus as the dom ?🧎‍♀️
❆˚。⋆୨୧˚ mistress ˚୨୧⋆。˚❆
pairing: cirrus x brat!reader
warnings: nsfw, power dynamic, & brat tamer cirrus
a/n: cirrus ghoulette you have my heart & soul in your claws ♡♡♡
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Cirrus was just being utterly impossible today. I started off nice, only giving her a few snide remarks to try getting that wicked smile on her face and that self-assured tone to work its way into her voice. But she didn’t react, she just ignored me. I figured maybe she was having a bad start to the day, or maybe still just waking up. So, I waited a while – until I saw her in good spirits chatting with Cumulus – before trying to get her going again.
And yet, Cirrus gave me the same disinterested response when I joined the conversation then very delicately slipped in a line that would’ve normally gotten her a little riled up at me. It was a silly line and had just enough barb for her to see that I was acting up, but enough humor in it for her to know that I was just trying to be a brat to her. I wanted her to threaten me with a punishment, to put me in my place, but Cirrus just wasn’t giving me any kind of reaction at all. 
Then I thought about it: maybe she had grown used to those kinds of antics from me, maybe she paid it no mind because it didn't seem unusual for me. Like her tolerance for my brattiness had gone up. Now, to get her attention, I'd have to really kick things up a notch. It would take more for her to notice my acting up and then earn her punishment. The obvious conclusion, then, was that I would have to do more to even get her attention and much more to get what I really wanted from her. 
So, I caught her again when she was alone, “I think you must be mad at me or really not like me anymore. Why? Did I do something?” 
She cast me a bored glance and took a moment to look into my eyes, then responded: “I’m not mad.”
“But you’re not giving me attention. Or full answers.”
She pursed her lips and stayed quiet for a moment, considering what to say before she spoke again with a hint of a smug smile: “Because I wanted to see what would happen if I didn't give you what I know you wanted. See how long it took you to turn into a complete brat. You're so easy to predict sometimes, baby.” 
Whatever other lines I had to provoke her with completely dissolved in my mind. I stared at her blankly, at the smirk on her lips and the glimmer in her eyes and her tail flicking behind her.
Part of me wanted to be upset that she could be so cold, but I couldn't find it in me to hold it against her. She was clever for coming up with the scheme and knowing exactly how it would go. It kind of turned me on to think that she knew me inside and out like that, that she could pull the strings on me like that. 
“Aww, are you upset with me now? Or just shocked?” Cirrus cooed, setting a manicured hand over my shoulder with a pout on her full lips.
“Both, a little.” I admitted.
“Well, for being such a good sport for me, I’ll stop playing with you and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you a reward. If you’re good.” 
I saw the sultry mischief in her eyes and couldn’t help playing right back into her move again, wanting the reward more than to preserve my pride about being so predictable to her. Cirrus seemed to have this part of the game completely foreseen too, smiling just a little more as she savored my reaction to her offer. She brought her hand to my jaw, delicately holding it between her sharp-clawed fingers as she stepped closer. Her silver eyes peered into mine like a cat tricking a mouse into a sense of false security before ensnaring it in her trap.
“What do you say, baby?” She purred.
I nodded against her grip, “Please. All I want is your attention.” 
“I know that, silly, but I'm giving it to you now in good faith… need you to be real good for me when I have you back in my room, got it?” 
“Yes, mistress.”
“There you go. You lead the way back, I'll follow you over. Then you get comfortable on my bed and try to get some breathing in.” She directed.
With that warning, I already had a suspicion about where this was going. That suspicion proved true the moment I saw Cirrus climbing up after me once her uniform was shed to the floor, her knees pressing into the mattress alongside my face and her hips slowly lowering down to my mouth. It really wasn't possible to breathe with her sitting over my face but I never complained about it, and I certainly wasn't about to start when she'd kept me waiting for her attention for so long.
“Is that good, baby? Feels like you’re really enjoying it…” She spoke in a hushed tone from above me, smiling in satisfaction as she rolled her hips forward.
All I could do was hum into her, given that my mouth was completely covered and I knew the vibration would make her feel even better. She moaned at the feeling, her tail thrashing against my legs from behind her and her claws scratching into the dark wood of her headboard. Her hips bucked faster, grinding down to chase after the high she was on and finally catch it. Cirrus’ thighs clamped inward against the sides of my face and trembled until the aftershocks washed away, her whole body slowly relaxing again.
She smiled in satisfaction with her head still tilted back, letting the feeling sink in. Slipping to the side and laying down next to me, Cirrus pressed a kiss to my temple then reclined back against her plush pillows. Any of the mixed feelings I felt before were gone, I just felt content and at ease. Maybe it was just that I did get what I wanted in the end, or that I had someone who knew me so well as to predict my every move in this game. I nestled my face up into Cirrus’ side. Her hand came down to comb her claws through my hair.
“You should try just asking for what you want.” She advised, her eyes lidded.
“No fun in that.” I replied, looking up at her face. “If I did, I think you’d just try to dangle it like a carrot in front of me until I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s a fun game, but I prefer when I start it and have all the control.”
Her brows raised, “Oh? So you’re the one really in charge here, huh?”
I grinned, “Yeah, that’s right. Did you think it was you?”
“Considering that I just had you lay down for me and be used like a seat… I would say so.” 
I shook my head, “But that’s exactly what I wanted all along… so, I was technically in charge.”
“Oh, I see. Well, what would Your Highness want next? I can take direct instructions too, not just little ploys.”
“Trying to trick me again.” I pointed at her. “Once I tell you, you’ll just tease me with it.”
“Try me.” She shrugged, her eyes glimmering at me and daring me to play into her scheme yet again.
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nerdieforpedro · 3 months
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Chapter 5: Dissonance
Pleasure Principle Series
Main Masterlist/ Dave York Masterlist
Dave York x Kiara (plus size OFC)
This Fanfiction is 18+
Summary: Dave and Kiara can't seem to agree on anything that's not physical. A separation occurs and reflection is had by both parties.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual activity, a little blood, poor communication, Kiara's mom, implied domestic Dave?
Word Count: approx 4k (feelings are big 🫢)
Notes: This chapter is pretty tame actually. We're setting up for the next one. Context and all that jazz. I pinkie swear more smut is coming. Can't leave you high and dry? 😜 Plus I do smut with feelings now, sometimes.
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Kiara called Dave ‘David,’ he didn't like that at all. She did it on purpose to piss him off. Tired of being led on and tired of not being fucked. Tired of wondering if they were going anywhere together or if they were just filling each other's needs for a time. After putting the medical supplies away, she leaned her forehead against her bedroom wall. She might be fine if it was just sex, but it’s not. He’s invaded her space since the first night. Granted she thoroughly enjoyed him doing so, but she thought there would be a separation. It also begged the question: did she want him to stay? Is that why she’s reacting like this? 
Dave barrels upstairs, anger on his face but his tone is measured when he speaks.
“Call me by my name Kiara.”
“I’ll call you Dave when you tell me how long this is going to go on.. I’m not good with this ambiguous shit.” She does not turn to face him. If she does, he may see her eyes. They’ll rat her out. Dave’s nothing if not observant, much more than she is. He knew when all her shifts were, about how long it took her to get home. The shows she liked to watch, music she likes, what did she know about him? He’s at the very least some type of ex-military something. What exactly, she didn’t know. The man exudes confidence and can back it up though his speech, never using more words that needed but can be deviously charming when the need arises. God his mouth… even while she was pissed, the memory of it causes her to move her feet a bit closer so her large thighs press together. Damn him…
“You’re not? News to me, the last few weeks you’ve been fine with me buried in your soaked pussy while you attempted to suck the skin off my dick. We didn’t need to say anything else.” The assassin places his hands on her shoulders and turns her around to face him then,  an arm at either side of her body to box her in against the wall, but doesn’t touch her again.
“But you also stay the night. Eat out with me-“ Dave laughs. Fucking smile, arrogant ass grin. Kiara can’t look at him in the face, she needs to stay mad. Confronting him is the only way to get an answer out of him. He always tells her she’s not ready, but for what?
“Just…you’re becoming…” The nurse is nervous that she’s admitting it. Saying it aloud is worse than just running it through her mind. It will be out and she won’t be able to take it back. Dave sighs, his broad shoulders slump slightly.
“Important is what you mean Peach. I know.” Her face snaps back to his. He knows?!
“If you know then why? Do you like fucking with me emotionally as well? I get sexually and I enjoy that about you…” She’s losing composure. She wants to grab hold of him, but he’s not that type of man. Casually in front of a TV or out and about is different then this type of intimacy, craving a comforting touch. Dave is much too hardened for that and she had no idea why. Her lips are quivering as she focuses on him. His face tells her nothing, gives nothing. How can he not react at all?
“Kiara you’re the one who hooked me in with emotions. I really was just going to fuck you and make it a few times a week. You being so open with what you wanted and letting me mark you. Use you, such a damn juicy and sweet Peach for me… It had me think about feelings I haven’t had since before I became the man I am now.” Dave peered into her honey eyes. It was something he had thought about since the first night. He had the idea and it was nagging at him, always on the edge of his thoughts. 
“What…What feelings are you talking about Dave?” He doesn’t answer but keeps eye contact. She touches his face. “Are you saying you…what kind of feelings do you have for me? What do you want from me?” He could just tell her, but that required him to be honest. Something he has not been for years, it’s been a requirement not to be. He survived because he wasn’t. Deception, misdirection and backstabbing had kept him alive and his family fed and clothed since his military unit was disbanded, thanking him and his colleagues for their service to the Government.
“Don’t put it like that. You’re mine. I’m as unbridled in my desires as you are. It’s why we’re good together. You and I.” The confidant smirk on his face. The indignation returned. How dare he? Claim her while dismissing her at the same time. The gall of this man. Kiara wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to his cheek, giving it a small peck.
“Is that why you won’t fuck me Dave? Because we’re so good together?” A smirk for a smirk. If he’s going to say something as off the wall as ‘you’re the one who hooked me in with emotions,’ then he’s about to learn how petty she can be. 
His lips tighten as he backs away. Still staring at her. His hands tighten into fists, his right hand turning crimson again from the pressure to his laceration. “I don’t need to tell you why I won’t fuck you. I told you you’re not ready.” 
“You never said why I’m not ready. Is there a way I should be preparing for you Dave?” Kiara can see his face change now, he’s seething, jaw clenched. Normally this would be a moment where the nurse would see if she can either get another barrier between herself and whoever was angry at her or haul ass to the nearest exit. She knew. This was what she wanted. She was always the one who came undone, crying, overstimulated from his hands, lips, chest, toys, anything he felt like using on her. She wasn’t able to do the same, but she could break him by appealing to his pathos which he despised, more intensely then even she thought. 
“You’re really going to be pushing this aren’t you? Just follow my-” Dave released his fists upon feeling wetness in his right hand, he likely had messed up the wrap she had put on it. Kiara was being entirely too bold. She apparently had forgotten that she’s supposed to adjust to him. Why wasn’t he fighting her so much on it then? Was he tired of not admitting it? No, he had told himself downstairs already what would happen if he did what he originally planned.
“Dave your hand,” Kiara’s eyes darted to her right and saw the blood, “Dave. Let me look at it.” The fingers from his right hand touched her cheek, smearing a few drops on her cheek. She looked beautiful in red, did he want to draw her into this world? He’s been able to keep them separate with his previous marriage, so much so that his ex-wife really still thinks he’s a contractor for the FBI. Kiara knows, not everything but enough to where she’d put some pieces together. 
“No. Not right now. Just let me…Fuck.” Dave whispered to himself. Her concern and confusion were understandable, but he didn’t care. “You want to know how I really feel about you. What I really think Peach? Fine.” He placed his bloody hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She didn’t react at first, but her fingers found their way into the loops of his cargo pants. It could have been the frustration at not really saying what they meant or that they had just been arguing but as their tongues danced, they crept toward the bed falling onto it and laughing at how absurd the situation was. 
It was then that Kiara initiated the kiss this time, grabbing Dave’s shoulders and pinning him under her. But after a few more make out sessions they both fell asleep in their clothes. Blood smeared on the pillows sheets and their clothes.
The pair were greeted by the sunlight of a new day.
Dave was awakened first. He cleaned and re-wrapped his hand, leaving a note for Kiara that he’d be back in a few days without injuries and an actual explanation. He watched her sleeping form, the blood he’d wiped on the back of her neck and smeared on the pillow and from where his hands had roamed, the stains may not come out of her robe or her sleep shirt. Staying would be good. It would actually be the correct thing to do, have another breakfast, sit and talk. But he did actually have an assignment that he needed to do. Could he commit to another woman? Did he want to? 
“Peach, I’m not going to let you go, even if you’re pissed at me.” He walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge, Kiara rolled over toward the warmth but didn’t wake. His fingers ran across her cheek, heard a soft sigh. “So responsive, Kiara. When I come back, I’ll tell you why. You’ll think I’m an idiot but...” He chuckled to himself before standing and making his way to the bedroom door. He looked back one more time at her sleeping form, “I just can’t help the way you make me feel. I thought I hated it. I don’t. You’re also not getting away with calling me David.” The assassin exited out of the house, making sure to lock the door.
Dave and Kiara communicated via text mainly over the next month. The independent contractor couldn’t go into details but he said that the assignment had evolved into a large project, one that was becoming more and more tedious according to Dave. He only gave her the broad strokes, details involved that two of the targets were already down and their hard drives were wiped. Their homes and offices were ransacked, making it look like Corporate espionage and pinned the frame job on an opposing company so it would look like the two were instigating and fighting each other. Initially, it was just supposed to be the murder of the two targets, but more money was offered for the hardrives and the ransacking. Dave put his foot down after the frame job. It was becoming way too involved for his taste so he bowed him and his team out. More money was offered but it wasn’t worth getting that involved.
York also had a more pressing matter to attend to. He needed to see her. He told her that he’d explain via his three burner phones when he saw Kiara again, but he could tell even over text that she was getting frustrated again. And that was a week ago when he last texted her. York didn’t recall who stopped replying first. It didn’t really matter, he wasn’t going to play into it this time though. She’s fine to stew for a bit and the real lesson will take place when I get back… Dave rubbed his temples. Looking around the hotel he was put up in, it was fine. He’s been in better, but it’s only for tonight. He just needed a place to sleep though he wasn’t sleeping as well as he had been. Rubbing his neck, he took a shower to try and relieve some tension, it only helped slightly. Drying off and plopping down on the bed, it still lingered. I was going to say home. It didn’t take long. I haven’t gone soft have I? No, I just…fucking care dammit. He checked in with his team, who were in a few different hotels, and they were preparing to depart tomorrow morning as well. They’d separate for two weeks then meet up for their pay out and debrief. Dave shook his head and dozed off a few times during the night.
Kiara on the other hand, was not taking the lack of communication well. She was aware that he couldn’t go into detail about his work. It was better for her that he didn’t. However they had managed to sort of not be mad at each other through their intense and bloody make out session, it didn’t resolve anything. His note was still on her bedside table and she was angry with herself for looking at it when she woke up each morning. Maybe she was more frustrated than anything, despite her attempt, Dave still had the upper hand and he wasn’t here. It was then that she decided to pack a weekend bag and visit her family. She had stopped texting him when he mentioned that he had to ‘step away for a bit.’ It meant that he was about to go do, well whatever dangerous shit he was doing. The nurse knew she should have reached back out, but picked up an extra shift to distract herself from typing the same message repeatedly and not sending it. 
The drive to her parents’ home was good, a few hours to listen to her playlists and zone out. Kiara found that she should have called ahead first though. There were too many cars out front…was something going on?
“Hey baby! You were able to make it! Your brother is visiting from Tennessee. Come on in!” Her mother had seen her from the window and came out of the house in her husband's oversized flip-flops. It was quite a funny sight and Kiara laughed when getting out of the car with her bag and purse. 
“Hey Mom. I didn’t know they were coming in this weekend. Are they staying?” She asked on the way into the house, removing her hoses and taking out her slippers to put on. No shoes past the foyer. 
“Socks, barefoot or slippers only. Lest you’re gonna start sweeping young lady.” Kiara recalled from her childhood. There were so many happy memories in this home, it was then that her mother said something odd.
“I thought your handsome friend would have told you. Your brother and his wife are stopping by before driving to see some friends outside of New York, then they’re going to come back and stay for a few days. They may be back in the middle of next week.” Her mother explained as Kiara sat down in the living room. Everyone else was in the den, laughter could be heard even with the door closed. 
“Wait…what handsome friend?” The nurse asked her mother, holding her hand as her mother went to put on her purple sweater she wore around the house. Even after ten years, that sweater was still in pretty good shape. She laughed and kissed Kiara’s cheek, flicking her hand off, put on her sweater and sat on the couch, patting the seat on the couch next to her. 
“He was tall, wearing a gorgeous dark gray suit. You can always tell a lot about a man and how he wears a suit. It was tailored and fit him quite well. No wedding ring and a nice full head of hair. I mean do prefer my men bald like your father, but his hair looked very soft. He seemed very nice. We had a light lunch while you were at work and chatted a bit. Dave I believe his name is. Why haven’t you told me about him? I hope it’s not one of those…what’s it called…situationships or whatever… He seems like a good man. He brought groceries and was putting them away.” After the initial shock of what her mother was saying, Kiara was forced to think. As pissed as she was at Dave, she couldn’t recall over the last few months, when she’d last gone to the grocery store or picked up her medications. She knew she did her laundry, but not as often as before maybe…so wait…is Dave really doing all this stuff? He is isn’t he…but then why won’t he just have sex with her? Is it a game? But then why be chummy with her mom?
“I was coming to check on you and see if you needed anything but it looks like you’re in excellent hands. I picked his brain about a few things while lunch settled and he walked me to my car. I didn’t tell your father about him yet though, he’d want to talk his ear off about the Marines and how it’s different from when he served. No one wants that.” She chuckled and patted Kiara’s knee. “I see you panicking, baby. Whatever it is, you should talk to him calmly. I know you can get loud and hold a grudge. Come on, let’s go see your brother and his wife. They can see you and then get out of my house. You know what they brought?! They brought your father a damn ten gallon hat and me one of those confounded jean skirts. What the hell do I look like wearing one of those?!” Kiara leaned on the door frame of the den after her mother opened the door. The woman’s face changed from that of annoyance to glee as she saw her grandchild and the little girl ran up to her. 
Her brother’s visit listed a few more hours and then they hit the road. Kiara’s father strutted about the house in his new hat and wore it while watching his Gunsmoke DVDs but her mother folded the shirt and put it in the winter clothes bin never to be seen again, huffing that her daughter in law should have just got her a target gift card. Her parents fixed dinner and they ate together, laughing and reminiscing. It was a good escape for her, though when she went to bed that night, she was left with more questions. Kiara decided she would reach out first. She had checked her phone and didn’t see any new messages from any unknown numbers, though she wasn’t sure if he needed to switch phones again. She decided to send it to what she called his ‘off-duty’ phone, though she maybe shouldn’t have done it at 3am while she was still awake and pissed, why wouldn’t he mention meeting her mom? Has he gone through all the stuff in her house? What has he seen in her house? 
So I visited my parents’ house and you didn’t mention that you met my mom, made her lunch and hung out with her. The more I think about things, the more ingrained you are in my life Dave. And I’m not entirely sure how you did it, but you did, like everything I guess. So are you just keeping me focused on work and doing kinky shit with you? 
What does this all amount to? What do I mean to you? 
You’d better explain like your note said. It’s still on my nightstand.
I had some holiday days to use up so I’ll be off for the upcoming week, if you don’t come home yet, then I’ll move some stuff around and see if you can find it while I’m at work since you know where everything is.
Kiara read over what she had sent him and realized a fatal error - she had referenced him coming home. That’s not weird right, he had been sleeping in her bed every night that he wasn’t on his ‘assignments’ but it’s her home. “He probably knows where my damn pads and razors are for goodness’ sake. It’s become more of his house and he didn’t even have to change any decor.” She decided to type out a follow-up before laying back down and sighing,
Do you want it to be your home too Dave? Is it already? It is weird when you’re not there. I’m insane, what am I even saying
Kiara decided to set her phone on the charger and send it, unaware that Dave was home and watching his phone flicker with the three little dots before they disappeared. She figured he wouldn’t see it for at least a few more days.
He had been reading along as she had been sending the texts after he’d got in. The plane ride back was shorter than expected and he came straight to her house. Dave had been in the kitchen when the first text came in and he silently cursed himself. He was going to mention meeting her mother but then he had a job that evening and had been injured, then they argued after she patched him up. Didn’t really leave much of a discussion after since he had to leave again. 
Meeting Kiara’s mother was unexpected, but not unpleasant. She was actually funny and he learned a bit more about his peach and her family life. It seems that what he had found in his research was correct, it was a fairly stable childhood with a two parent household and she was indeed the only girl of a blended family. He did appreciate that her mother didn't distinguish between any of the children by calling them step-sons or daughter in laws. They were all her sons and daughters. Her mother did surprise him though, she told him that if he made her daughter cry or hurt her, she would cut him from ear to ear and removed a switchblade from her purse and smiled at Dave. Nodding he understood her intent and had even more respect for her in that he didn’t see it coming. He had assumed her arthritic hands wouldn’t be able to move so agility, but Kiara had mentioned that she recently had to discourage her mother from working on the roof herself. While walking the woman to the car, she gave him a hug and told him that, “we’ll see how things how things go between you two and I may call you son too Dave. Have a good afternoon.” She hopped in her car and drove off. 
Dave was much more comfortable in Kiara’s bed then he had been the last month, her scent calmed him and he started at the ceiling. “It’s also weird when you’re not here Kiara.” He did chuckle at how she hadn’t noticed what exactly he had been doing for her this whole time, it meant that he was keeping her sufficiently distracted. He’d been slowly learning her home and maybe before this latest assignment, he was moving his belongings in, not that he had much in his condo anyway. He could sell the place and have one less end to tie up if need be. The money can go toward and trust for his daughters and take Kiara on a small trip to start.
“I’m planning a damn life with her for fuck’s sake. It’s a horrible idea. Didn’t work the first time.” Dave recalled what he thought one evening when they were watching some British baking show. There was an older woman with bright pink lipstick talking about someone’s ‘great bake’ that maybe was a squirrel? And there was a man with white hair, maybe it once was platinum blonde, but that’s white, he dyed it white. Kiara was watching intently, her large legs draped over Dave’s lap where he rubbed her skin, slowly, pressing into her flesh, he found it relaxing with the repeated motion and the weight of her legs made him feel grounded. He looked over at her with a small smile, shaking his head slowly. He’s watching this crazy ass show because he knows she’ll watch it for hours at a time and that means he gets to sit like this for those same hours. Under her weight, pressing into her skin and feeling content, hearing her laugh and talk at the TV, asking him if he saw what one of the bakers dropped, could it ruin their bake. Despite refuting it for years, the former marine still longed to hold onto something or someone. 
“You’re not the only insane  one Peach.” Dave muttered to himself as he drifted off to sleep, he’d tell her when she came home, well to their home now.
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nami-lvr · 11 months
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DBD characters reacting to…
A strong and aggressive survivor who fights them back (sometimes wins)
FT: Ghostface, Trickster, Pyramid Head, Micheal Myers, Spirit, Artist, Hag, Nurse, Huntress, and Sadako. Basically all my faves
Cw- Cannon violence, survivor is very aggressive, survivor is very good at hand to hand and disarming, survivor is around 5’4, survivor is implied yo be Hispanic (I’m projecting with this one my bad) and survivor is G/N with “you” or they/them being used
Tw- Trickster and Ghostface being pervs (not sorry!!!)
A/N: CAN U TELL I LOOOOOOOOVE WOMEN LMAOOOOO spirit is so cute fr like cmere lemme help u get that glass out of u bbg 😚😚 certified lovergirl right here 🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️
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Ghostface
“Annoying little prick”
The first time you hit him, he had you cornered.
*bam* You had hit him right in the diaphragm.
He lost his breath and got knocked back. You put a lot of power behind that punch. Who knew such a small thing could pack so much power? He’s impressed
In your defense, he was all up in your face saying all these lewd things! How could you not punch him?
You got up on him again, and hit him in his nose with your left hand and his jaw with your right, then bounced. Now he’s just plain annoyed with you.
He didn’t get you that trial, and everyone made fun of him for getting bested by such a small little thing.
He was into it though
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Trickster
“This is hot”
OH NO HES INTO IT 😢😢
Ur fucked lol!
He thinks you’re basically his girlfriend after the first time you beat his ass.
You had grabbed his wrist to keep him from stabbing you, and twisted his arm the opposite way
As soon as he let go out of shock, you picked it up off the floor and drove it into his stomach, and twisted the blade to get more damage
As soon as you we’re done, you pulled out the knife, and ran, hoping he would die of blood-loss before the match.
He never got the chance to even hook or mori you that round. He’s impressed, angry, and irritated that you messed up his perfect skin.
This trial, he went back to his realm before Danny could make fun of him for getting beat by such a small thing
He had no idea why you did what you did, or why you we’re always over the top when fighting killers back
But to him, you wanted his attention. You are now a fan!
You want his attention? It’s all yours.
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Pyramid Head
“What the hell?”
He’s impressed
He’s annoyed
He makes it known by making these groans and grunts whenever he sees you
He makes sure to get you hooked first so that he can get you out of the way
The first time you bit him, you drew a lot of blood.
Who knew Pyramid Head could bleed? Now you know.
He’s mad as fuck lol
He is so pissed off he just straight up kills you
Doesn’t even give you to the entity that round
Just murders you
I mean
You BIT the man 😭
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Micheal
“You’re kidding.”
EXTREMELY annoyed
But EXTREMELY interested in you
Because why did you knock the wind out of him with one punch
He thinks you’re weak
And in a way, you are. Because you’re weaker than him
But still stronger than you should be, and way more aggressive as well.
It seems like you always fight the killers back, which surprises everyone
Especially him though.
He sees you carrying firewood back to the campfire for the other survivors and just
Stares at you
Kind of admiring you but way creepier!
He’s way nicer to you in the rounds but still the same old Micheal
Sometimes lets you subconsciously escape him on purpose
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Spirit
“Whats the issue exactly”
Doesn’t see why everyone is fussing about you hitting killers
Of course you’re gonna hit killers
But that was until she got hit it the boob by you (for my amab readers, boob hits HURT. Like getting kicked in the balls but for women.)
She is PISSED that you hit her boob and you know it
You are now on her bad side because now she’s just sour about it lol
Every round with her, you’re the last to go
She even made you watch Steve get mori’d
Now you have to stay near the kids whenever its her round because she usually makes them go right in front of you
She is even more brutal because she’s so salty.
Eventually forgets why she’s mad at you, still mad though.
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Artist
“How intriguing”
BASICALLY CALLED YOU HOT
Imo you’re winning bruh
She was chasing you and you hid behind a tree when she looked away.
She went looking for you and you gave her a gun punch and when she kneeled over in pain you kneed her in the face and elbowed the back of her head
Damn near knocking her out!
What the fuck man!
She bit your thigh and hooked you but she’s waaaay mor cautious when chasing you because that shit HURT
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Hag
“Oh.”
Doesn’t care
She is still going to kill you even if you punch her so hard you knock off her jaw
You fighting back basically motivates her to kill you even more
STILL FINE AS FUCK 🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️ come kill me fr
Not gonna be shocked or anything
She would just.. not care
At all
LIKE YOU DONT MATTER TO HER AT ALL 😭😭
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Nurse
“Interesting..”
SHE BASICALLY CALLED YOU HOT
Idk man IMO that’s a big fat W
Ignore my bisexuality but SHE IS SO FINE I JUST WANNA ggrrrrrgrgrg BARK
Anyways you hit her with a leg sweep and a rib stomp
Then book it
She’s impressed that you could get that close to her without her noticing
She’s a lot like Micheal
She just subconsciously lets you escape her sometimes
And it’s not even a defeated feeling she gets its more like
“Oh. Oh well 🤷‍♀️”
She also goes easy on you
You guys kinda have like a
“I don’t kill you, you don’t kill me” thing going on
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Huntress
“Why won’t you die”
Extremely confident you can’t do to her what you did to ghostface.
You can and you do.
She’s more annoyed that she has to put up with you than she is impressed, but she’s still impressed.
You confused her at first but once she got behind the fact that you can pack a WHOLE lot of punch after you hit her jaw so hard her bunny mask fell off
She just
Left you alone
A lot like Micheal as well
But her letting you escape is just so you don’t hit her again
That or she’ll just hook you first so you CANT knock her mask off
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Sadako
“Ugh. What the fuck.”
Seriously annoyed
Thats it
She JUST sees you as annoying
I think she’s basically hag 2.0
You just motivate her to kill you more
Like theres no point in getting anyone else first
You grab a fistful of her hair? She bites you 🤷‍♀️
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aajjks · 9 months
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tc koo hm.. my fantasies? hm.. i have a few that will take time before we can experience them together.. but.. if i could have any fantasy come to life.. i’d like it if you’d made love to me in front of the entire kingdom.. so all the pathetic people who want us could see who we truly belong to.. to show ever single women who’s had their own fantasies of you be crushed with reality of who you belong to. who you will always belong to. hm.. i guess you could say you’ve rubbed off on me a little bit there- but of course i’d let you out a baby in me. there’s nobody else who will ever carry your child other than me just how there will never be another man allowed to even dream of me having their child. you know my love.. it made me happy once i heard about sanas death.. just imagine had she tried harder to be with you.. not saying you’d ever be with her but she could have.. done things.. to get to you.. perhaps try to assault you and get pregnant by your child.. then i would have had to kill her myself.. ahaha i’m just joking baby, i wouldn’t have gone that far.. i never wanna be anything but an angel in your eyes.. but you know, that still doesn’t stop other women from going that far just to get with you but now i’m here and i’ll never let that happen my love. i’ll do whatever i can to keep you safe handsome.. i know i can tell you anything baby it’s just sometimes your reactions.. just worry me sometimes.. dark secret? *looks up at jungkook with big innocent eyes* what makes you think i have a big dark secret baby? im just telling you how much i love you.. hm.. you are right, i do have my secrets.. but what exactly would you consider bad? and what if i did do something bad.. would you be mad at me? would you stop loving me.. i love you jungkook more than anything in this world, past or present. nobody would be able to save me from you? oh baby.. i don’t wanna be saved if it’s from you.. but i’ll be going now okay? i’ll be back in 5 minutes my love..
(yn leaves and goes downstairs to see ha-joon(my man!))
*whispering* ha-joon.. same routine just as always. downstairs in the basement, back left corner. this one was really messy and you need everything cleaned up before my husband decides to go down there for something. last time you was almost caught but i’ll try to keep him in bed with me for the rest of the night so that should give you more time. no i haven’t told him yet! he-.. he went almost pale when i even hinted at it.. i can’t tell him until i know for sure how he’d react.. i can’t lose the love of my life.. well i should get going before he comes down to look for me. don’t start cleaning until after you see up head up the stairs. he’s coming down with me in a few to get his dinner. once we’re up stairs, you head down. got it? good.
*yn walks back into the room*
oh my darling husband, are you ready to grab you’d dinner my love? i’m starving! i hope you like what i made! i worked really hard on it just for you!
Jungkook: “Yn.. sometimes I fail to understand you, these eyes of yours are hiding a dark hue in them but…. R-Really? You really want that? Maybe one day your wish just might come true…. Although I am very possessive and I don’t want anyone to see you like that, yn you don’t have to worry about any woman, they’ll never have me…. I have made sure of that many times, I have huh? Then I can’t wait to get you pregnant, I’ve always wanted to… I only want you to carry my children, Thats right yn, you’re my good girl… so loyal. Sana was honestly a crazy girl but… I got rid of her. Yes… maybe… she did try to sneak into my chamber many times… haha don’t worry yn, calm down. That’s why I always prefer get to drunk in your chamber because who knows which concubine might try to… oh never mind. W-What? You’d kill them? No I don’t want you to kill anyone yn, you’re my angel, so pure. But who am I kidding, you can’t even hold a sword without your pretty hands trembling.. my reactions? I’m fine yn you can tell me anything…. But you’re still choosing not to. What’s your big dark secret eh? I’ll find it out eventually, yknow that… a-ah… you’re so innocent though… I think I’m just overthinking…. Baby don’t do anything bad, don’t kill anyone. And never try to escape or make me jealous, that’s all but I still wouldn’t leave you. I don’t want to be a killer like your father…. Yes you go, I’ll be waiting for you.
Ha-joon: “O-Oh my queen. Y-Yes, I got it, down to the basement…i-I just hope the king never finds out… he’s always visiting the wing…. Y-Yes please keep him busy… for my safety- huh nothing… my queen… he doesn’t know what’s going on, does he? But h-he will eventually find out, won’t he? I-I mean the concubines- i-I’m sorry and yes I’ve perfectly understood…”
Jungkook: “Yn you’re back, you were quick my love! I was starting to get impatient however, let’s go and eat, and then I’ll get to eat you, won’t I? Baby you’re okay? Why are you looking so… nervous, is everything alright?”
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rottenbrainstuff · 10 months
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Some more detailed thoughts on the Spiderverse movie as I get ready to see it again on the weekend: (spoilers)
I really did enjoy it, was very happy to see it, it made my heart happy, etc etc etc, but I can’t deny there were also some plot things that straight up made no sense at all to me. This is a bit nitpicky and negative I guess so feel free to scroll past, but I’m not saying it was a bad movie.
But it was hard to process stuff like, how everyone blames Miles for weird shit. The Spot blaming Miles for what happened to him. Hello buddy? Of all the people in this scenario who were responsible, INCLUDING YOURSELF, you choose to blame this one specific child and make a vendetta against him? And the blame put on Miles by Miguel: of all the wonky, non-canon things that have happened to other spider people, which other tumblr users have pointed out, you choose to get so angry at this kid because he’s an anomaly, almost as if he STOLE the spider from a different universe on purpose? Everyone, can you guys stop fucking blaming Miles for everything that isn’t actually his fault????
I am giving the writers the benefit of the doubt, and I am thinking this is supposed to be the question the audience is asking at this point, I am assuming this will all be addressed in the next movie. For instance I mean, with the Spot, I think it’s supposed to be clear that this guy is unhinged and not in his right mind, and it DOESN’T make sense how he’s blaming Miles. With Miguel, I am assuming he is doing a lot of projection because of his own personal issues and guilt. Maybe he’s more frustrated with Miles’ refusal to just listen and do what he’s told. I hope so, anyways. Right now it’s a weird uncomfortable feeling. (Plus why on earth tell Miles about the captain dying at all? If it needed to happen, you could have just very very simply….. not told him a single thing about it, and sent him back home blissfully unaware. And it would play out for Miles exactly the same way it would play out for every other spider person. You also would not be influencing Gwen, who is standing right there listening! If the concern is that, due to his apparently unique anomaly status which I don’t buy for a second, you think Miles might unwittingly mess up the canon event even if he doesn’t know about it… like… what’s the plan here then guys, lock Miles in a bubble forever so that he also won’t mess up any future canon events as well??? What’s the plan here guys?????)
I think the conflict between the ideas of, a hero naturally wants to save everyone, and there are some people a hero can’t save or even SHOULDN’T save, these two ideas both being true and being at painful odds with each other, I think this is very good and very interesting. But I think it’s weird in some places how it’s implemented. I can totally get how there would be some spider people totally supportive of this unfortunate truth, it’s stupid and it sucks but we have to enforce it. PETER B being one of those people though?…. I can get Gwen, even if I think she’s making a mistake. I like how it’s a struggle between this intense loyalty to her new found family as she struggles with her dad and her feelings that it’s not right. I can see her getting swept into this and being on board, I understand her conflict and it’s interesting. Peter B?? Peter B?… that was one of the weirdest things in the movie for me, Peter B sitting there holding his baby and trying to explain to Miles why sometimes you shouldn’t try to stop bad things from happening, Peter B getting mad at Miles when Miles, totally understandably, can’t accept that… what? When? How? Peter B was probably one of my least favourite characters in this new movie just because I hated so much how he was written, how he reacted and what he did.
Going in, I had no idea whatsoever this was not a complete story, and was going to be a cliff hanger leading up to another sequel. I actually yelled in the theatre when the “to be continued” flashed up!
I’m not sure I liked that… I don’t think I’ve watched a movie series like that in a very long time where a movie wasn’t a complete story on its own, and instead had a cliffhanger ending leading up to the next movie. Maybe that’s why Empire Strikes Back has never been a favourite Star Wars movie of mine, even though it seems to be everyone else’s favourite. I just don’t care for a movie like that.
That’s just a personal preference of mine though, and I understand that.
Anyways. I did really really like the movie, I haven’t enjoyed a movie this much in a long time, I’m so happy people are making good movies like this. But I also think there’s some weirdness with the story, which I think/hope will partially be addressed in the next movie, because it made it a bit weird for me. I just wanted to point that out. I think it’s interesting to think about.
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cupcake-complains · 2 years
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Not me projecting onto a fictional 16 year old and giving him my same problems and responses to trauma lol 😂😂😂
Oh I haven’t posted fan fiction in a while. This feels weird. Also, this is set in the CATTS hideout and the person mocking Hunter at the beginning isn’t supposed to be anyone. Just imagine a few other witches joined the rebellion and one of them is being mean I guess
Warning: lotta angst, character feeling bad for setting boundaries, self hate, talk bad about oneself, and Hunter’s whole trauma surrounding Belos. Also I wrote this on my phone at almost 2 in the morning and idk how to write Luz. So. This might be shit
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“I just- I don’t want to hear that right now. Please.”
“Wow, and I thought you were supposed to be on our side. I guess once a loyal lap dog, always a loyal lap dog, huh? Isn’t that right, Golden Guard?”
Hunter stood up, tense with suppressing the urge to attack this person, and walked away, shutting himself in a closet. It was fairly big. He couldn’t cry and break down in front of all the entirety of the rebels, so he had ran off. How typical. Couldn’t even face his allies and only friends, if they would be still willing to call themselves that. He really screwed up this time, didn’t he?
Luz came in and sat next to him.
“Hey, what’s up? What happened back there?” She asked, trying to go for a kind, more light-hearted smile. The worry in her eyes betrayed her, though.
“What happened,” Hunter said, moving away from the undeserved comfort, “was that I’m a selfish jerk who can’t even handle a few comments-“
“Hey. No. Talk to me, Hunter, it’s alright. You aren’t selfish and no one is mad at you.”
“No one?” He scoffed.
“No one that matters.”
He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
“Whenever… hmm. Whenever someone mentions how much they hate the Em- I mean, hate Belos, I… I don’t know, it’s like a freeze up and start getting really defensive. But that’s stupid! I hate him too and I talk about how much he sucks too. There’s no reason for me to suddenly get so upset at people rightfully hating him. I’m just being stupid.”
“I already said stop, ya big goof. You aren’t stupid or selfish or anything like that. You’re just Hunter, my friend who was raised by a bad person. You’ve talked about this before, right? With Gus?”
“I guess? I mean, that was more me saying how sometimes I still want to believe in his lies. But I suppose this is similar. Yeah. It’s like, I grew up being told that Belos was the greatest.”
“So when people say ‘bad’ things about him, you get defensive and upset. Like how you were raised to act.”
Hunter nodded slowly, deep in thought. Was that the problem? That he couldn’t let go of the lessons? The fear?
Whenever someone said or did something against the Emperor- Belos. Belos Belos Belos. When someone acted against Belos, something bad always happened. Something scary. And it was always his job to make sure everyone else understood why rebelling was bad and wrong and got witches hurt. It was his job. So even now… even now, when he knew that he was bad.
“I’m acting exactly how I was told to. Like a dog- sorry. I’m trying.”
“I know you are,” Luz said.
“But, anyways, so… I know now that hearing insults against the Emperor-“
“Belos.”
“Against Belos, I get upset. Alright. So what should I do now? I mean, I know that I need to just take it and not react, but-“
“What? No! It’s clear that hearing those things makes you super upset. And it’s not okay to just take things that make you deeply uncomfortable and anxious.”
“But- it’s true! Belos is bad and terrible! He killed- he killed… all the others. His own brother too, right? He’s bad.”
“Of course, he’s bad. But you are traumatized. Just because all those things are true doesn’t mean their effect on you isn’t okay. You get really upset, anxious, and mad when you hear those things, even if you agree with them. So when you can help it, avoid those things or ask people to not say that around you unless necessary.”
Hunter was quiet for a while. Luz eventually went on.
“Okay. In the human realm, there’s this little word. It used to be used as an insult against a group of people. A slur. But since then, some in that group have used it as a way of identifying themselves. But others still hate the sound of the word. It brings up so many bad memories and trauma. They kindly ask their fellow group members to not use that word in front of them or call them by that word. They respect the ones who have reclaimed it, but still want no part in it. Are you understanding this so far?”
Nod
“So. Some of the people who dislike the word take it too far. They start demanding that the whole group must stop using the word as identification. That’s not okay. But asking kindly to be left out is. Do you get what I’m trying to say? Its not a perfect example, but I think it’s similar enough. You have trauma around people talking specifics on how bad Belos is. So you are allowed to kindly ask them to not say that in front of you. You understand and are completely okay with the fact that you can’t demand everyone to stop talking about it. But you can and should set boundaries.”
Hunter looked at his feet before standing up. He helped Luz to her feet too.
“But…” he began, “but what if people don’t understand? What if they still say it in front of me?”
Luz looked dead into his eyes, fully serious for once.
“Cut ties. Only work with them in the rebellion when absolutely needed. Anyone who can’t respect your trauma while you’re respecting their’s by understanding that you can’t eliminate all criticism of Belos isn’t worth being around. You deserve kindness. I promise, your real friends will show themselves and listen to your boundaries.”
Together, hand in hand, the adoptive siblings walked out.
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And that’s it! Also that word from the human realm is queer, if you couldn’t guess. I personally use the word a lot to talk about myself, but I have a headcannon that Luz is a bit more hesitant to say it than I am. I also share the same opinions that if someone who is lgbtqia+ asks you to not call them queer or not say it around them much, I think you should respect that. It’s really rude not to. But it’s also not okay when people go around demanding everyone stops using the word queer. Anyway, I will not be answering any questions about my trauma that I’ve changed to fit Hunter. Not that I exactly expect people to ask but just in case. My trauma isn’t anyone’s business but mine and my therapist’s. Anyway byeeee and good night or morning or afternoon or whatever
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istratasphere · 2 years
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I've come to pester you once again about your characters because the need to know more about them is so mutual, soooo...
7 for Kyros, 40 for Kalei, 65 for Yours, and 71 for Alistair!
I had wayyy too much fun with these bestie, thank you so much
also I’m putting Kyros’s at the end because it is the longest, most in-depth answer and I sincerely apologize for it
40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?
As of right now? The person Kalei trusts most is herself. As a matter of fact, she’s the only person she can trust as far as she’s concerned. Untrustworthiness is a trait that only flawed people, such as flesh beings (which are inherently flawed for a myriad of reasons), possess, and Kalei is utterly flawless so it makes sense that they’d be the most trustworthy person they know! And sure, maybe they did place their trust in someone once. But maybe that person lied to them and hid things from them and abandoned them without a single shred of explanation. Some experiences are very enlightening in that way, you know? They've fully learned their lesson and now they know better than to place their trust in others.
65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick?
Yours doesn’t exactly have a functioning immune system anymore nor do they get sick. However, they do sometimes experience illness-like “symptoms” as a result of their botched resurrection. Their deterioration is carefully maintained and slowed by a delightfully extensive cocktail of combined spells that have to be refreshed every 3ish months or else things will start getting rough for them. At the very least they get sick on a schedule. Unfortunately, they never see it coming as they’re usually so wrapped up in their multitude of projects that they completely forget about the passage of time. 
They also don’t really register anything’s wrong until it starts to impede their ability to work, and once that happens they’ll ignore the symptoms for as long as possible since their mind doesn’t really allow them to let go of said work until it’s finished (and it’s never finished.) Typically, Lucretia or Kyros will drag them out of the workshop to get taken care of as they both keep tabs on Yours’s condition much more rigorously than Yours ever will. It’s a cycle that they really do not enjoy in the slightest but it’s one they're beginning to resign themself to.
71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?
Alistair… doesn’t really know what to do with children if we’re being perfectly honest. They’ve literally blocked their entire childhood out which would have really been their only point of reference for how to interact with children (probably for the best that it isn’t their point of reference though.) He acts quite awkwardly around them and tends to be hopelessly lost when it comes to conversing with them. Still, he manages to be quite popular with them because of Bas, his skeletal pseudodragon familiar. They have yet to have any of their own nor do they intend to at the present time. Commitment is not their thing and making the commitment to raise something for so long sounds like a nightmare at this stage of their life.
7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet?
Kyros’s relationship status tends to fluctuate a lot so they would say yes, sometimes! Kyros greatly enjoys the company of others so they’re prone to falling in and out of casual relationships with one or more people pretty consistently. Unless, of course, we’re referring to his unique relationship with one particular person, in which case his status becomes infinitely more complicated due to a variety of factors and circumstances from both parties and yet would earn the same answer which is yes, sometimes! 
Some would say their taste is a little eclectic when it comes to picking romantic partners, others would say they’re fully insane for in any way, shape, or form associating with the mad inventor of Mawmouth, a one Yours Always. It may be slightly cliche to fall for your best friend from childhood but there has always been something so wonderfully unique about them that it honestly just couldn’t be helped in his mind. And personally? Kyros thinks chaotic and mildly unhinged is a little bit sexy and no one can really blame him for that. Yours makes one hell of a partner when that is, in fact, what they are considering each other at the time.
As for how they met, when Yours was fairly young, Lucretia would bring her children to the monastery where Kyros lived to visit its botanical garden for educational purposes and to “borrow” cuttings for her own garden. During one of these visits, Yours wandered off on their own and managed to get fully roundhoused in the chest by Kyros who, in an unfortunate series of events, did not immediately perceive the other child who emerged from the bushes into the clearing where he was practicing all the cool new moves he learned that morning. 
Kyros was immediately mortified and extremely apologetic but Yours took it like a champ, only crying a little bit before asking if Kyros would teach them how to kick like that. Obviously, to two children this was clearly the best way to resolve the incident so Kyros did in fact teach Yours how to roundhouse*. It turns out kicking someone just square in the chest can actually be a great way to kickstart (haha get it) a long-lasting friendship that eventually becomes an immensely chaotic and undefinable relationship with your best friend!
*RIP to Lucretia who then had to cope with the absolute menace that was a child who had just learned what a roundhouse kick was and how to execute one
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dreamwritesimagines · 9 months
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Dream! I can’t decide who I’m most mad at, Clover, Benedict, or you! (Kidding, of course!) this chapter is amazing, the pain is so real! Really well written!
Their lack of communication is so huge, and so relatable. Clover should have asked him to stay when he offered, and Benedict should have known that if Clover wanted to talk at dinner then it was important. But so often in relationships we can be so bad at talking to one another about what we need.
And man that fight, clover really knew where to hit Benedict. Im worried about how quickly she lost control - it was so easy for her to lose her trust in him after one miscommunication, and to not be able to stay calm and rational. I really hope Clover is able to see that her trauma is causing her to make rash decisions and hurt others as well - it’s not just about being able to trust Benedict and his actions, but also being able to recognize her own trauma and learning how to react and work through situations when she is triggered. Not to go too personal, but I definitely have trauma from a past emotionally abusive relationship, and sometimes when something triggers me and I want to go straight to defensiveness or pretend everything is fine so I don’t have to talk about it, I’ll have to stop and say to my current partner, “look, I know I have baggage attached to (whatever the issue is), but this is how it’s making me feel and here’s why.” And that helps us both figure out how to deal with whats going and and better see where we’re both coming from. But it also took us a long time to get there, and I would imagine for Clover, having been so young when she was abused, she hasn’t developed those kinds of coping and communication skills. And, even knowing some about her past, Benedict has never had to deal with trauma like this, and doesn’t know how to spot when she’s being avoidant or know how to help her through it.
I’m wondering if Clover will eventually be the one to tell Benedict about the letter from her parents, or if he’s going to find out about the situation from someone else? I think knowing about the letter will help him understand she’s reacting from a place of pain and panic, but if someone else tells him, I think he’ll also be hurt that she didn’t tell him initially. I’m sure he never would have left if he’d know what was going on and she hadn’t insisted she was fine.
Anyway, wondeful as always! I can’t wait for the next chapter!
Awww thank you so much love! 🥰❤️
Exactly! I think that sort of lack of communication is something almost all of us have been through, something being important to us but the other person misses that or vice versa❤️ In Clover's case, it clashed with her trauma💔
You're absolutely right, she knows where to hit to make it hurt💔 I think in her situation, it goes either way, she either shuts down or lashes out because that's what she has experienced in her home life, and she ended up doing both with Benedict instead of explaining what was happening ❤️
I'm so sorry to hear that about your past relationship, but it's wonderful to hear that you have a safe relationship now where you can have open and honest communication! ❤️❤️
Yessss for Benedict, it's rather hard to understand the signs of her trauma (except for the wrist rubbing thing) because he has never dealt with that before, and he also never really had to answer to anyone where he had been before, or like...have these kind of responsibilities 😁
I think he will be so shocked when he hears because he is one of the very few people who knows about her home life, so he always assumed if something like that happened, she would immediately tell him and yet...😏
More angst is comiiiing! ❤️
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9g99 · 3 years
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i’m venting in the tags please ignore
#i honestly just have bad abandonment issues and i unnecessarily put high expectations on some people in my life and it’s really fucking#ruining everything like i just can’t handle someone leaving me in my life and i know that stems from my parents divorce and actively seeing#my mom pack her shit and leave me and my siblings alone with my dad who i don’t like or trust for x amount of days for x amount of months#like i get that’s where it stems from and i know that when someone needs space they just want time apart to recuperate and evaluate the#situation so we can have a level headed discussion but i get so triggered and upset when that happens like i calm myself by distraction and#i sometimes just didn’t process the situation and then when they go up and pack their shut my body reacts and my brain goes back to the time#in my childhood where my mom did the same exact thing and never told us when she was coming but she just left and she would come back x days#later and i hate how i always associate that thought bc it makes me so mad and upset bc you’re doing exactly the same thing as my mom#and i know rationally they aren’t doing that but just setting space but they never tell me when they want to talk and i’m just left scared#and insecure and anxious because what if they decide to not come back anymore and what if they decide that they want to end te relationship#i don’t know what to do anymore#i was doing so good and i had a hiccup and i’m just so upset and so frustrated at myself for ducking up and i SHOULD be better#i went to therapy for 2 years and shit still isn’t working and i don’t know what to do and i just want them to stay and i want to fix#i need someone to keep me accountable but i can’t be dependent on others and i just don’t know what to do#i’m at fault for putting the relationship into an unhealthy one but i didn’t mean it and i’m sorry that i did that and im sorry i lashed out#i’m scared and i don’t know what to do and i just want things to be okay again and i’m so scared and i want to make things better and i want#to feel better and heal from the past and i jsut want them to stay bc i have been doing better but i just keep falling back down and they#get upset and i don’t like when that happens bc they are disappointed in me and i want to make things good#i want to be good and i want to be here and i want to be in control and i want things to be okay again#i need to go back to therapy#2021
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noteguk · 3 years
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pretty in pink | kth | m
— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie. 
— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love 
— words; 6,4k 
— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse. 
Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed. 
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By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.
He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?” 
Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased. 
You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of. 
Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one. 
You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing. 
All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days. 
(You felt so old thinking that.)  
Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go. 
Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons. 
It was a perfect plan. 
Only, you forgot about it. 
“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?” 
Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.” 
Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?” 
He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?” 
You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face. 
Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?” 
You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it. 
And that was the perfect time to strike. 
You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.” 
Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.” 
You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.” 
“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.” 
“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?” 
His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.” 
You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow. 
“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.” 
Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.” 
“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.” 
“I’m not,” you lied. 
“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.” 
Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.” 
His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed. 
“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.” 
Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for. 
“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?” 
His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out. 
“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?” 
You nodded. “Yes.”
He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”
“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.” 
“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.” 
You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”
He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”
Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction. 
At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass. 
You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”
Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.” 
“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.” 
To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant. 
Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?” 
You nodded, eager to please him. 
With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”
“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest. 
The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you. 
Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him. 
His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump. 
“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.” 
You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit. 
Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum. 
“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.” 
Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head. 
“Move.”
You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind. 
“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?” 
You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.” 
“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.” 
This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away. 
“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.” 
You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat. 
Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”
Oh he was in that mood, it seemed. 
Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge? 
You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw. 
“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth. 
Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”
Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?” 
“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined. 
“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.” 
You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.” 
You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.” 
He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign. 
When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat. 
Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either. 
At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you. 
“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.” 
You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”
“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers. 
“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.” 
Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit. 
“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”
“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”
Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.” 
“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”
The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”
“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.” 
Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further. 
But he would. For just a tiny bit longer. 
Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.” 
After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt. 
You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part. 
And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“ 
“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”
That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.” 
Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”
You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.
“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.” 
You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.” 
Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide. 
There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it. 
You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered. 
He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.” 
And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you. 
From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake. 
“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.” 
“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”
You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back. 
“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…” 
The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.” 
You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.” 
Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”
“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”
“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?” 
You nodded. “Y-Yes.” 
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.” 
“L-Love you too,” you said back. 
Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.” 
With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips. 
“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”
You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.” 
“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”
“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”
He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”
You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?” 
Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.” 
And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it. 
You wouldn’t mind at all. 
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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.
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summary: your boyfriend, reiner, has always been possessive. you never minded it much, though.
warnings: college!au, rough sex, sir kink, grinding/teasing, doggy style, creampie, dacryphilia, reiner is a tease, angry reiner/upset with reader, jealousy, reiner treats you like a rag doll but who's complaining
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the party’s in full swing, hoards of college kids hammered off of cheap beer and dancing to loud music. you sit on the edge of the couch, trying your best to avoid the couple going at it on the sofa seats next to you. you’d leave to give them some privacy, despite the fact that they’re in front of a hundred other people, but there’s nowhere else to sit.
and so, not ready to give up your chance to rest your sore feet, you sit there and wait patiently. your ankles are crossed as you finish off the last of your soda, looking around and realizing that you might be the only sober person here. you’re fiddling around now for no reason, with no one to speak to, adjusting the skirt of your dress and twirling a piece of your hair with your finger.
from across the room, with a red solo cup filled with the very same cheap beer in his hand, eren’s eyes land on you. a pretty girl, all alone at a party, with an empty drink. he was raised right, so knows that’s close to a crime.
at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he makes his way over to the couch in the corner, eyes burning holes through you as your eyes glance around the room, avoiding looking at the couple next to you.
eren turns to the couple first, one sharp glance making the boy alert, and pulling away from his girlfriend.
“hey, floch, go roofie your date somewhere else. i’m sitting here now,” he says firmly, causing floch and the girl to take off scrambling.
you glance up at the stranger who approached you with thankful eyes.
“you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyways,” you say, finally sinking into the comfort of the couch.
“of course i did. that idiot would’ve given all these people here a show if someone didn’t stop him.”
you let out a laugh at his words, glancing back down at your shoes as you debate if it was a good idea to keep talking to him.
“i’m eren, by the way.”
“nice to meet you, eren,” you reply, once again gazing around the room and avoiding his eyes. eren waits another moment before speaking again.
“and you are-?” he questions, intrigued that you weren’t engaging in the conversation. he enjoys the chase, anyways.
“not interested,” you say with a gentle smile, trying not to seem rude despite the fact that you’re sure of eren’s intentions.
“oh, is that so? well, i think i can change that.”
“i’m sure you’ll try, but i don’t want you to waste your time. i’m sure there’s plenty of girls here who will talk to you willingly, so thank you for the seat but-”
“can i get you a drink?” he interjects, taking a long sip of his beer and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “beer? shots? i can go find some of the good stuff, if you want.”
“i’m okay, eren,” you say, a little annoyed and clearly a little anxious.
“oh, come on. it’s not right for a pretty girl to have an empty cup at a party. it’s like the first commandment.”
“i think that might be blasphemy.”
“oh, whatever, the second commandment, then. i mean, would you rather sit here and be all alone?” he questions, leaning back into the seat.
“who said she was here alone?” a deep voice says from around you. you look up to see your boyfriend, reiner, with two cups in his hand. he does not look happy.
“braun,” eren addresses, looking up at the blond from his seat and not adjusting his posture at all. you’d expected eren to at least be a little intimidated at the sight of your looming boyfriend, as most guys usually were, but he looks more amused than anything else. “who would’ve thought you’d go and get yourself such a pretty date,” he says with a smirk. his eyes are still on you though, raking up and down your figure and focusing on your exposed legs.
reiner puts down the two cups in his hand a little too hard, the liquid sloshing around at the top and landing on the surface on the small table in front of you.
you glance up a little hesitant at reiner, knowing the effect eren’s words are having on him.
“she’s not my date, she’s my girlfriend, asshole,” reiner replies, bringing his arm around your shoulder and holding you closely to him. you play right into it, leaning into him and smiling back cutely at eren.
“sorry, did i not mention that?” you say sweetly, as eren’s eyes react to the sight in front of him. he lets out a low whistle, standing up and lifting a cup from the table, taking a big sip. “well then, guess i underestimated you after all, braun. call me when you get bored of him, baby,” he says, before walking away.
you feel your mouth drop open at the audacity of his words, his implication. you know reiner won’t take it well either, feeling yourself grab for his hand before he can follow eren to pummel him.
“reiner, baby, don’t get mad, he’s just an asshole-” you begin, before reiner’s head turns back to look at you.
you saw a whole host of emotions in his eyes, which were usually calm and sweet and looking at you with all the love in the world. but now, in the dim lighting of the party, they were almost glowing with anger and rage, and something else you couldn’t figure out, something akin to a primal look that raised all the hairs on your neck and sent a shiver through your body.
you feel reiner’s hand tighten on yours, as he leads you away from the party and to an empty room somewhere down the hall. you’re not exactly sure where, since it’s your first time in this stranger’s house, but as reiner puts you on the bed and locks the door, you can hardly care.
he looms over you, caging you in and making you feel completely submissive as his strong arms hover near your head.
“you think it’s funny talking to yeager? letting him think you don’t belong to me?” reiner says in a deep, low voice that makes you press your thighs together tightly. it doesn’t take much, if anything, from reiner to turn you on. his possessiveness only adds fuel to fire for you, sometimes.
“no- no, reiner, i would never-” you start, shaking your head dumbly and stumbling around your words as reiner pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. your hands have a mind of their own, moving to grab his shoulders as you normally do, but reiner’s quicker than you, taking your two hands and pinning them above your head roughly.
“you’re using the wrong name, baby. you’re just begging to get punished today, aren’t you, you little slut?” reiner says, eyes looking over your body intensely and making you squirm. you’re uncomfortable with his gaze because you know what he’s thinking.
“i’m sorry, sir,” you mewl back, trying to move your hands from the harsh position they’re in, but to no avail. reiner’s grip is air-tight.
“i can’t even say you’re a good girl tonight, baby, because you’re not. now i see why you chose such a slutty little dress to wear tonight. you just wanted attention, didn’t you?”
“no, no, sir, just you- i just want you-” you say back, desperate for any contact and bucking your hips up uselessly.
“i don’t think you deserve me since you’ve been such a slutty girl.” his words are harsh, making your eyes tear up despite how unbelievably wanton you feel underneath his body. your head feels almost dizzy, overcome with so many different emotions.
tears are always reiner’s breaking point. he can never deny you once he sees those pretty eyes of yours well up and become watery just from his words and touches. and despite how badly you need to be taught a lesson, he knows he’s gonna break soon.
“i-i’m so sorry, sir, please- please touch me, i’m begging sir, i’ll be a good girl, i promise- oh!” you’re cut off as reiner’s other hand cups your pussy, palm against your clit and making you grind your hips against his hand desperately. he tears your panties off quickly, discarding them in the stranger’s room without a thought.
“tell me how that feels baby,” reiner says, releasing his hand from holding your wrists to grope at your chest, pulling down the dress just enough to free your tits.
“so good, sir, oh-!” your words fall apart as he continues his motions. you’re so desperate for his touch, to be filled up by him, you’re not aware of how loud you’re being and you certainly don’t care. reiner holds down your hips and moves his hand roughly against your clit, as you feel your body tense up with a strong heat in your core.
“cum for me, baby,” you hear reiner say next to your ear, increasing his pace as you feel the heat in your stomach expand and fill your entire body, the waves of your orgasm washing over you as you scream out reiner’s name.
you’re panting out, tongue lolling out and limbs feeling like jelly despite how reiner’s not even remotely done with you. he flips you over quickly, putting your head down and ass up as he pushes up your dress to expose your gushing cunt to him.
you’re still trying to catch your breath when he pushes into your tight hole slowly, without any warning and causing you to scream out again.
“sir-!” you moan, feeling reiner slide in and out of your wetness at a bruising pace. you feel his balls slap against your pussy, adding to the intense stimulation you feel and curling your toes as he continues. “please- please! i-i, can’t-” you cry out, unsure of what you were pleading with him for.
“what do you need, baby? don’t you want my cock? you want me to stop?” he says, not easing up on his motions. he’s enjoying every minute of having you fucked stupid from his cock.
“no, no- don’t stop, no!” you moan. you let out a squeal every time reiner thrusts.
“such a good girl, takin’ me so well, baby,” reiner says, sending the praise straight to your head and making you feel dizzy as you feel his fingers on your clit.
“i love you, reiner, i love you-” you hiccup, gripping your hand tightly on his as he increases his pace and his fingers at the same time, sending you into your second orgasm. you’re almost screaming now, clenching down tightly on his cock and squirming within reiner’s tight grip as you feel the coil in your stomach snap and heat spread all through your body again.
reiner’s increased pace only lasts a little while longer, his hips stuttering and him cumming inside you with a loud moan. as you feel the hot ropes of cum settle inside your throbbing cunt, you pant and keep a tight grip on reiner as he pulls out and lays you on his chest carefully.
the sheets on the stranger’s bed are certainly ruined, and so is your make-up and hair. you can’t even imagine what you look like, or what your dress is covered in, but you don’t really care.
all you can think about is reiner’s hands wrapped around you and his lips on yours as he pulls you into a deep kiss.
“have you learned your lesson, baby?” reiner asks. you think back quickly on how reiner hadn’t even wanted to go to the party, but you had insisted, and how you had picked out the shortest dress you could find, and how you didn’t walk away from eren when you knew reiner was coming back.
“yes, sir.”
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