#cw: dubious consent

[dr3adlady]

I'm almost done with my fic, Born to Burn. Only one chapter, epilogue, remains. If you want an angsty dark romance about outlaws and school teachers and lawmen, you might want to give this a try :)

#asoiaf #sansan #sansa stark #sandor clegane #romance #dark romance #kidnapping #outlaws #western au #sansa is a school teacher and aspiring writer #sandor is an outlaw #cw: dubious consent #cw: violence #cw: major character death

[laura1633]

wild west sounds interesting!

Thanks anon ♥️ I have to apologise for this one because I have just realised that I know less than nothing about the Wild West so I think this might not be so great 😂.

CW: this summary contains dubious consent (kind of)

Eleventh Random Lestappen AU summary: Wild West

Outlaw Max Verstappen is making his way through the mountains when he happens upon a small wooden cabin that looks like it has seen better days. He scopes out the area and realises that the place is in fact occupied. Deciding its still his best bet for getting some shelter and food for the night Max knocks and finds himself face to face with the owner of the shack Charles Leclerc. Charles invites Max in for dinner and seems nothing but hospitable. 

Max has been on the run for so long he’s barely eaten so is delighted to be served some home cooked food. That is until he starts to feel funny. As his vision starts to blur and he’s on the brink of passing out the last words he hears are Charles telling him he knows exactly who he is and that he will pay for the crimes he has committed. 

Max wakes up with his arms bound behind his back and Charles circling him with a gun. Charles, it turns out, is the local sheriff and had been forewarned that Max might be heading his way. 

The two men throw insults back and forth and Charles points out that Max has stumbled into his neck of the woods and belongs to him now. Max knows that that shouldn’t turn him on quite as much as it does but after so long on his own the thought of someone overpowering and using him is making him hard. 

Charles tries to ignore the fact that the sight of Max writhing around is making him want to do unspeakable things. He knows he should wait out the night and transport Max to the courthouse first thing in the morning but for an outlaw and train robber Max looks awfully beautiful all bound up and vulnerable, especially when he starts begging. 

As the evening wears on and Max gets more desperate Charles realises he can’t hold back any longer and gives into temptation - “punishing” Max in the way the outlaw is begging for. 

The next day Charles realises he is not quite the upstanding citizen he once was and what’s more he rather likes the feeling of being less than clean. He decides to use his knowledge and power to help Max plan his next set spate of robberies essentially securing his own fate as a wanted outlaw. 

#anon asks #Lestappen au game #Lestappen fanfiction #CW: dubious consent

[tennessoui]

a surprise and only-pleasant-if-you-enjoy-a-bit-of-a-darker-fic fic! this is a continuation of this prompt fill from tumblr a while ago, though I added about 2k into the first section, so might be worth a reread anyhow! 

it is a bit dark though in that obi-wan thinks he is redeeming vader, while vader is just pretending to be anakin in order to make obi-wan eventually Fall. 

so like. be warned cause i feel like this is a heavier fic than i usually write

#my fics #dark fic #cw: dubious consent #due to lying and emotional manipulation #obikin #vaderwan

[luminaryofblood]

Kinda tame compared to other things that have cropped up hither and thither. It's up to interpretation just how dubious it is.

Made with HeroForge, of course! so there are some limitations!

And please, if you don't like the ship, please ignore.

#CW: Dubious Consent #CW: MiqMohg #mohg lord of blood #miquella the unalloyed

[veryhardymemes]

Omegaverse Sentence Starters!

For fans of the Omegaverse aka Alpha/Beta/Omega or A/B/O! Content warning for: sexual themes, dubious consent, gendered language, talks of pregnancy and/or topics of miscarriage

“Do Betas have a special scent too or do they smell...like nothing?”

“It’s nothing against you, I just...prefer female Omegas.”

“Oh I’m not interested in Alphas.”

“I, uh, I made you this. I thought you might like it.”

“Are Alphas this easily flustered?”

“Honestly? I’m glad I’m a Beta. Less drama to deal with.”

“I’m running low on my suppressants, can you pick up my prescription?”

“You like stuffed animals, right? For your nest?”

“Oh god, these sex ed books are making me nauseated.”

“Is it true that female Omegas are more likely to carry litters?”

“Female Alphas aren’t very common, you know. They tend to have the higher rates of miscarriages because of the Alpha gene.”

“First they collar you. Before you know it, you can’t even leave the house.”

“They really think a knot that size is gonna fit? Absolutely not.”

“What does my being an Omega mean anything? I have dreams outside of being a homemaker.”

“Heats aren’t pleasurable for me. They’re nothing but pain. Pain and nausea. I hate it.”

“I’d give anything to be a Beta.”

“You will accept this match!”

“You will never be my Alpha!”

“Who do you think you are, talking back to an Alpha like this?”

“Don’t worry, when you go into Heat, it won’t even matter anymore.”

“All I want is a family of my own.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #inbox meme #roleplay sentence meme #inbox memes #a/b/o meme #omegaverse meme #omegaverse sentence starter #omegaverse rp meme #omegaverse rp #a/b/o rp meme #a/b/o rp #cw: dubious consent #cw: pregnancy #cw: miscarriage #cw: gendered language

[comiccaps]

Castehate | Natsuno Yuzo

#Castehate #Kyogoukuin #Kyogokuin #completed #lgbt #horror #drama #romance #yandere #male x male #omegaverse #animal characteristics #age requirement reading #body horror #pretty art #manga #toxic relationships #cw: cannibalism #cw: dubious consent

[smuttyandabsurd]

Rocket Man (America x Russia)

Title: Rocket Man Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Russia; America/Russia Rating: Mature Warnings: Accents. Blow Jobs. Dubious Consent. Bribery. Corruption. Power Imbalance. Xenophobia. Summary: Ivan is stopped by a young blond (and not entirely unattractive) traffic cop, and foolishly attempts to bribe his way out of a ticket. Cop!AU.

I spent way too long writing this orz

Read it on AO3.

Ivan was not having a good start to his day. 

Traffic was sparse, but he was running late, and the last thing he needed was a cop stopping him. Shit! he thought at the wail of the siren, pulling over with a jerk of the wheel. “Shit!” he hissed out loud as his tumbler toppled over and spilled hot coffee down the side of his leg. As his car crunched to a halt, he pulled up the handbrake and reached over to right his tumbler, cursing softly now in Russian. 

A knock on the window, two sharp raps on the glass, startled him upright. 

An officer stood outside and motioned with his hand for him to wind down the window, which he dutifully did. The officer leaned over, one hand holding onto the roof of his car whilst the other rested nonchalantly close to his holstered pistol. He smacked his gum loudly as he peered down at Ivan through his aviator shades. 

“Do you know why I stopped you, sir?” he asked. He spoke with a long southern drawl, his voice low but betraying a surprising youth. Ivan hazarded that he could only be in his mid-20s at most. 

“No, officer,” he replied truthfully. “What seems to be the problem?” 

Despite himself, Ivan’s heart was skipping. He attempted to fix his face into one of mild bewilderment, but the sting of the hot coffee sticking to his pant leg twisted it into a grimace. The officer stared at him, his eyes hidden behind Ivan’s uncomfortable reflection.

“Licence and registration,” he drawled. 

Ivan patted down his chest only to realise he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket. It lay slung over his briefcase in the front passenger seat. “Um,” he said, suddenly conscious of his hands which he placed purposefully on the wheel. “My wallet is in my jacket. Do I have permission to retrieve it, sir?” 

There was a short pause as the officer stared at him, head slightly cocked to one side, as if considering whether Ivan was fucking with him or not. “I’ll grab it for ya,” he finally said, and without waiting for Ivan’s acquiescence he reached in. 

Ivan leaned back in his seat, the leather groaning under his weight as the officer stuck in his blond head and all but clambered through the window, stretching towards the passenger seat. His heart was racing at the sudden invasion of his personal space. This close to him, he could smell the officer’s aftershave and the mint of his gum. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His eyes darted towards the name tag on the officer’s chest which read “Alfred F. Jones” – and, against his better judgement, he found himself transfixed to Alfred’s lightly tanned skin which peeked out from underneath his unfastened shirt collar. 

“Spilled your coffee?” Alfred said with a pointed look at the puddled mess all over Ivan’s console, breaking the latter man out of his guilty reverie. There was a tinkling lightness to the officer’s tone even as he leered, his lips curling into a gummy snarl, revealing rows of even and startlingly white teeth. 

Ivan let out a nervous laugh. “Yes sir,” he said, swallowing hard and hoping he hadn’t just been caught gawping.

The officer grabbed his jacket and backed out of the window. Ivan watched as the six-hundred-dollar Hugo Boss article was dropped onto the hood and dragged across the dust of the Nevadan desert as the officer rifled through his pockets. Gripping tight to the wheel, he wondered where he would have to go from here to get it dry cleaned.

Finally, the officer extracted his wallet. He unfolded it and flipped through its contents, leafing through multiple credit cards, a golf membership club card, an old outdated library card from a previous address… He stopped when he came across one of Ivan’s business cards. 

“Ivan Braginski, aerospace consultant,” he mumbled. He looked towards Ivan. “You some kind of a rocket scientist, mister?” 

Ivan nodded, smiling faintly. 

“No shit!” Alfred exclaimed with undisguised delight, sounding even more youthful in his excitement. “Man, I always wanted to be an astronaut myself! Like, as a kid, y’know? Course, ya gotta be super smart in school to go to space and all.” 

Ivan felt the tension was starting to melt between them, and he allowed himself to relax. “I merely consult in logistics and parts acquisition,” he said humbly. 

“Huh? Well, shame to have to pull you over for your blinkers then,” the officer said. All trace of friendliness disappeared along with his toothy smile. He had found Ivan’s driving licence, and he unpocketed his ticket book and pen from his breast pocket. “You’d think a smart science guy like you would know how to, uh, acquire some working parts for his fancy car and all.” 

Ivan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Officer,” he began without knowing what to say. 

As he watched Alfred scribble into his book, Ivan felt a wave of irritation wash over him. He was due to take his car into the garage, he had booked an appointment weeks beforehand and was due to go, just as soon as his business was finished. What rotten luck to be caught out on a freeway in the middle of nowhere by some hick traffic cop with something to prove! 

“Officer,” he started again, and Alfred looked up from his book this time. “I apologise for the broken taillight. I have an appointment to have it fixed, I can show you the receipt. I’m just in town for one night from out of state – and I would rather not have a ticket if you please.” 

Alfred stared at him, his eyes still shielded behind his shades, but he had stopped writing. 

“Do you think we could, uh, just settle it here, just between us?” Ivan expanded vaguely. 

Alfred kept staring, his pen still poised over the ticket. The silence stretched taut between them, and just as Ivan was beginning to regret his words, Alfred said slowly, “So you’re offering to bribe me, am I understanding you correctly?” 

Throwing all caution to the wind, Ivan let out the breath he had been holding and indicated towards his wallet which lay abandoned among its strewn contents on the hood of his car. 

“There’s cash in there, about $300. Please, it’s yours, sir, for your trouble.” 

With a snap, Alfred shut his ticket book. He bent down so his eyes were level with Ivan’s as he hissed, “Get out of the car.”

Ivan’s heart dropped. He knew he had been gambling on the potential that the situation would go south but he had not expected this reaction. Reluctantly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. Alfred stepped back from the car, allowing Ivan to step out onto the road. 

“Right, on your knees.”

“Officer Jones, there’s really no need for all thi-” 

“I said, on your knees!” 

Slowly, Ivan crouched down, his hands raised palms up in a show of compliance. Once close to the ground, he folded his legs and knelt, suppressing a wince as the asphalt bit into his knees. He glanced warily up at Alfred. 

“You think you can bribe an officer of the law here, do ya? You goddamn Russki.” 

Alfred spat out his gum which landed horribly close to Ivan, making him flinch. 

“Well,” Alfred said as he pulled out a fresh stick of Wrigley’s Doublemint, “I don’t need your money, Russki, but as it turns out there is something you can do for me.” 

With a crunch of gravel underfoot, Alfred advanced on Ivan, tossing the small gum wrapper onto the ground. As he loomed over Ivan, he pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers. The rest of his fingers pointed almost comically emphatically down towards his crotch. Ivan stared. 

Comprehension slowly dawned on him as Alfred started unbuckling his belt. Eyes widening, Ivan looked up for confirmation, but all he could see was his own apprehensive face staring straight back at him from those maddeningly mirrored shades. He looked back down as Alfred unfastened the fly of his pants and pulled his cock free. 

“Let’s just settle it here, just between us,” Alfred said, echoing Ivan’s words with an ironic smirk. 

With a stab of regret, all the cumulative events of the day that led to him coming to eye level with a cop’s dick hovering less than a foot from his face flashed across Ivan's mind’s eye. 

Swallowing his reluctance, Ivan opened his mouth, and he took in as much of Alfred as he could, letting his tongue slide wetly along the underside of the soft appendage. To his surprise, he heard a pleasured sigh escape the officer’s lips. Closing his lips around the shaft, he gave a hesitant bob of his head, and was rewarded with the sensation of Alfred’s cock hardening. 

“Oh fuck,” Alfred whispered hoarsely. 

Encouraged by Alfred’s reaction and eager to be done with the whole sordid affair, Ivan continued the bobbing motion. The officer’s cock slid wetly in and out of his lips, creating a host of sucking, slurping noises that seemed to crowd all other sounds out from his ears. He maintained a steady rhythm, his eyes closed as he breathed through his nose. Without realising it, he had brought his hands up to hold Alfred by his waist so as to steady himself as he serviced him. 

What felt like a small eternity of sucking off the rogue cop was abruptly broken as Alfred grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him in. Ivan’s yelp, both of surprise and pain, was swallowed by the involuntary gag he made as Alfred’s cock slammed into the back of his throat. To his horror, something hot flooded his mouth, coating his throat and tongue with an acrid bitter taste; spluttering, he attempted to pull back, but Alfred held tightly to him as he finished inside of him. 

“Fuck yeah!” Alfred moaned as Ivan choked on his dick, his nose pressed into Alfred’s groin as a mixture of drool and cum dribbled from his mouth and soaked into Alfred's pubic hair. 

When Alfred finally released his grip, Ivan doubled over and retched. A small puddle of saliva and semen formed on the black asphalt as his eyes watered and his stomach heaved. 

“Well, that’s fucking disgusting,” Alfred said airily, loudly snapping his gum as he zipped up his pants. 

Ivan spat at the ground and fished out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth with it, feeling utterly humiliated. Slowly, he staggered back up to his feet, his head bowed. He forced himself to make eye contact with his tormentor who looked completely unruffled. 

“Am I free to go?” he rasped. 

Alfred’s lips split into a mirthless grin, revealing rows of gleaming white teeth. 

“Sure, mister, you have yourself a nice day!” he said brightly, with all the muster of the south’s famed hospitality, but there was a mocking disingenuity to his tone.

Keeping a wary eye on Alfred, Ivan grabbed his jacket and wallet from the hood and slid back into his car, tossing his belongings haphazardly into the passenger seat as he closed the door behind him. He reached for his seatbelt, which was when he noticed that Alfred had his hand resting on the frame of his wound-down window. 

Suppressing a sigh, Ivan asked, “Is there something else, officer?” 

The scent of mint filled his nostrils as Alfred leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to him. His own mouth fell open in shock, and he felt Alfred’s tongue snake in and plunder him with a searing passion, pushing him back with a surprising display of strength. 

Then, just as suddenly, Alfred pulled back and straightened up. With a small wave, he turned towards his own car and sidled off, whistling cheerfully. 

Ivan closed his mouth and tasted the half-chewed gum Alfred had left behind as a souvenir.

#hetalia fanfiction #amerus #rusame #aph russia #hws russia #aph america #hws america #cw: dubious consent #rating: mature #filter: all fics #filter: favourites

[thestarsarebrighterinthistown]

Younghwi's time in the Crescent coven was purely survival. With his curse repressing most of his magic, he fell to the mercy of the Crescent leader Foster, a heretic who enjoyed collecting familiars as trophies. During his time there, Younghwi learned the pecking order quickly and detached himself from anyone and everyone, his only goal to survive and somehow escape. It was there he met Sofia, a fellow familiar and one of Foster's favorites. He would also meet Rose, a coven member he'd end up murdering--and he'd pay the price for that dearly.

cw: implied abuse, sw + coercion into sexual favors, degradation (mild), dubious consent

--- “Ah! A-ah! Fuck, wait! I’m, I-I’m--!"

Her muffled pants against the pillow turned to a loud gasp of ecstasy as she went limp underneath him. His hand, wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, slid up to tangle into her hair as he planted rough kisses around her jaw.

She chuckled breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers tightened around her dark, damp locks.

“You need to go easy on me,” she joked, but her words faltered a little in another gasp as he pulled her head back up from the pillow by her hair.

“You deserved that,” he growled against her ear, husky and dripping with a sultry contempt. “Why should I go easy on you?”

She nodded quickly, turning enough to meet his shadowed heavy eyes with her doe ones. “I’ll be good,” she breathed. “I promise.”

“Mhm,” he purred, his hand sliding to her shoulder to yank her over onto her back and grab her chin firmly in his broad fingers. “You know promises won’t stop me from punishing you, you little whore.”

Her cheeks bloomed with warmth as her eyes widened, hands twisting at her sides in the sheets. “Then punish me,” she whined. “Show me how bad I’ve been.”

“Rose!”

The door to the bedroom was suddenly thrown open, stark light flooding into the dim candlelit interior and making both their heads snap up. A figure, almost large enough to take up the entirety of the door, stepped in and flipped the light switch.

In the new light, he barely afforded Younghwi a passing disgusted glance before his attention fell on the frail women still trapped underneath him.

“There you are. Stop rolling around with the familiars at 2pm and come help pack the cars,” he barked. “Foster already has people keeping tabs on you, do you want to give him another reason to make trouble?”

She huffed in annoyance, pushing Younghwi off her firmly with one shove and pulling the covers over her. She looked even worse in the light than the dark. There was a bulgy sort of curve to her nose that reminded Younghwi of a bird, like a vulture.

“You’re a pervert,” she muttered.

“God, you think I give a shit?” The man gave a scathing look to Younghwi as he turned to leave. “He’s going to kick your ass if he finds out you’re playing with his toys, Rose.”

“Then don’t tell him,” she snapped, and her voice had gone up a breathy octave in a way that made Younghwi’s skin crawl. “Please?”

“Jesus.” The man grabbed the door handle, his nose wrinkling as he gave them both one more once-over. “Just bring the familiar back to him, he was looking for it too. You know, if you think he hasn’t started to put two and two together already, you’re an idiot.”

“Just get out. I’ll be there in five,” Rose grumbled.

The door closed with another muttered complaint and Rose began to spit out a string of curses under her breath as she threw the sheets aside, sliding out of the bed and grabbing her shirt from the floor. Her limbs were like twigs, her skin so pale it was almost blue, like she had never seen the sun.

Like a hairless cat, was all Younghwi could think. He watched her dress silently, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence again. His chest was aching, each movement like needles of ice into his skin, and his hand went reflexively over the scabbing wounds that decorated his torso.

Her influence with the handlers was something he had only learned of recently, after a particularly nasty reprobation. She had arrived with the newcomers and taken a liking to him just like she did most of the men in the coven, but he hadn’t thought anything of it. A lot of women seemed to give him attention, he had grown accustomed to it.

He hadn’t dared to believe her at first when she said she could get his reprobation days erased, but after the first time the feeling of going to bed somewhere other than the infirmary had made this arrangement more and more regular. And it was good, as long as he didn’t think about anything else, the slick of her sweat on his skin, the smell of her shampoo that seemed to stick with him a little too long.

He felt his stomach lurch with the throb of his scars and just swallowed hard.

“I’m going to kill everyone in this stupid fucking coven,” Rose was cursing, pulling her shirt over her head as she glanced up in Younghwi’s direction. That bird face twisted in rage in a moment and she jerked her chin toward him. “What the fuck are you staring at?”

What did I do? Younghwi wondered irritably, but he knew better than to say anything. He just turned away, sliding off of the damp sheets and searching for where his own clothes had landed.

 “Tell Foster that you’re going to ride with me,” she said as she finished dressing and began to look for her phone. “If he asks why, just remind him that he was supposed to give me a familiar last month and conveniently forgot.”

He knew that all too well. The familiars had all been murmuring to each other about who would get "picked" for Foster's new favorite. Younghwi had figured it would be him. Foster liked to keep all the females to himself, and aside from him there were only a few other choices. But after this arrangement, Rose wouldn't let it be any other way.

“I don’t think he’ll like that,” Younghwi said. That statement would have earned him ten days of reprobation at least, which would have defeated the whole point of this afternoon. But they both knew it was true. She only laughed drily.

“Yeah, I bet he won’t.” Of course she didn’t give a second thought what would happen to him. Her irrational rage had melted away as fast as it had come, and as Younghwi gathered up his clothes from the floor he could feel her eyes burrowing into his back. “And what about you, will you like it?”

He had just put his pants on when he looked up at the question, eyes darting cluelessly. “Does it matter what I like?” he asked.

She smiled coyly, shrugging a little as she slipped her phone into her back pocket and walked over to him. “I’d like to know that you like it,” she purred. “I want you to look at me and only think about tearing me apart.”

Well, that’ll be true at least. “Would you like that?” he asked her. His voice dropped an octave, his eyes raking over her features in an dark expression that was, at this point, almost muscle memory. “Do you want men to look at you like the piece of meat you are?”

Her eyelids flared in exhilaration at that line, and she just smiled sweetly. “Just you, baby.”

It really was that easy. All that manic anger, dissolved in an instant. He could still see it, sizzling just below the surface, but it didn’t matter if he held the off switch in his hands.

“We’ll see how you behave,” he told her, and she hummed in satisfaction.

She reached out to grab his neck, pulling him down to a long kiss before turning away and gathering up the rest of her things. "Wait ten minutes, and then follow me out. If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," she chirped over her shoulder, and he watched her go out the door faster than he could reply.

Fear turned his stomach despite himself as he waited. Ten minutes. That was a long time, and they were already late. What if Foster thought he had been up to something? The idea of getting turned back over to the handlers...

Younghwi moved to blow out the candles and sucked in a sharp breath as the shift sent a burst of friction through his body. He was still rather hard, and Rose hardly cared whether he finished or not. Most days the very idea of that was repulsing enough to make him as limp as a rag doll.

A strained whine of frustration trickled from his nose--of course there was no bathroom in Rose's room, either. He sat down on the side of the bed, trying to ignore the thoughts that snaked into his mind unbidden with each heartbeat pulse through his body. Warmth he could melt into. Features and soft angles. A delicate, small frame to hold and not abuse. An ear to whisper sweet and gentle things into...

Dwelling on it was useless, and he pushed those thoughts out of his mind with another soft groan. He wasn't allowed to touch himself, and certainly not anyone else.

Finally ten minutes passed, though there was little relief as the knot of burning frustration in Younghwi's chest only twisted tighter. There was nothing else he could do but rejoin with the others, and at the very least he'd be leaving this room. Maybe he could stall for time on the way over, change his clothes from yesterday's so no one would ask any questions--

As soon as he stepped out of Rose's dorm, a small figure collided into his chest and he instictively reached out to steady them. His broad hands closed firmly around small, pale shoulders, and mortification dropped to his toes as their eyes met.

"Oh! Everyone's looking for you," she said, her voice bright but soft, and far too knowing. Her eyes darted to the door he had come from, but she said nothing else--her snow-white hand rose to adjust the straps of her shirt, and Younghwi could see the red angry corners of her curse for just a moment before the fabric covered it. Indulgently heavy-handed, no doubt carved by Foster himself.

Embarrassment was closing its fist around his chest, but even more so a pang of anxiety that made him scan the hallway, one hand pulling her closer to the wall. Surprise flitted over her features, her eyebrows raising as she felt into the firm movement.

"Sofia," he murmured. The throbbing deep in his abdomen surging even lower as he felt her soft doe eyes bore into his. "Where's your handler?"

"He sent me to find you. They want us to load the truck." She paused. "Well, you. And Akira, apparently his foot is healed enough."

Sofia. Always the worrier. It got her into too much trouble.

Younghwi's tongue ran over his mouth, which had gone very dry. He willed his attention anywhere but her eyes, his fingers releasing her narrow shoulders and dropping to his sides. He already felt bad enough for grabbing her--she hated being touched by anyone, all the familiars knew that.

Sofia waited another moment before she finally ventured, "are you okay? I saw Rose leaving."

Younghwi felt something like anger toward Rose flush in his cheeks pink, though it was hard to distinguish from the rest of the unbearable warmth in his chest. Hopefully it wasn't apparent.

"Of course I'm okay," he assured her. His voice was still a little hoarse, and it made his cheeks flush darker.

From the way Sofia's gaze darted to the floor, she could certainly tell too. She wasn't one to get flustered about those things, but the idea of her feeling shy at the thought of him... He swallowed hard, a pang of guilt tamping down the thought before he could indulge it.

"I haven't seen you around as much, Younghwi," she murmured. "I heard you've been spending more days in the main dorms. Is it just her?"

"Don't worry about me," he urged softly. She was a smart girl, as young a familiar as she was. And one of the newest. "Just get back to the handlers and tell them I'm coming."

She obviously wanted to press him more, but she only gave a short nod and turned to scamper back down the hallway. Younghwi allowed himself to watch her leave, pushing any other thoughts from his mind. Watching over her was second nature. It was his job.

Still, he was happy to see her. He wasn't sure how often he felt that way about anyone anymore.

#oc:sofia #oc:younghwi #oc:rose #cw: sw #cw: implied abuse #cw: degradation #cw: dubious consent #my ocs #my characters #ocs

[roxy-writes]

warnings: somnophilia, oral(f receiving), not proofread

whenever konig wakes up before you with morning wood, the only thing on his mind is climbing over you and stuffing you full of his cock while you're still asleep. the minute his eyes land on your unconscious form, he begins discreetly inching under the covers to settle between your legs. he laps at your pantie-clad pussy a couple times to get you all wet before gently removing your underwear. you're still dead asleep, and he wants to see how far he can go before you eventually wake up.

his tongue circles your clit, sucking and flicking until you're dripping all over his face and the sheets. he fucks you with his tongue, trying to gather every drop of wetness that drips out of you. once you start clenching and twitching more, he knows you're about to cum, and he wants you to do it on his cock.

he lines up with your hole and groans at the noise it makes when he presses the tip of his cock inside. "maus, you look so darling, asleep below me while i fuck you..." he whispers, large hands finding purchase on your hips as he thrusts. "mmm, maybe i'll even be nice and rub your clit a little for you, schatz." he moves one of his hands down between your legs to rub at your clit, and the combined sensation of his cock rubbing against your g-spot and his fingers on your clit is enough to wake you up.

"konig, mmm fuck!" you whimper, adjusting to your surroundings. his hips cant and buck into you, chasing the pleasure that only your tight pussy will give him. it didn't take you long to burst, all the teasing while you were asleep already had you worked up. konig holds on for a couple more thrusts after you ride out your orgasm, hot ropes of cum coating your walls. he pulls out and dives back between your legs, to your surprise.

"c'mon maus, better get you all cleaned up with my mouth. we made such a mess, didn't we?"

#konig cod #konig x reader #konig smut #konig x reader smut #konig mw2 #cod x reader #cod x reader smut #cod smut #cod mw2 #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon #cw dubcon

[deunmiu-dessie]

innocent!commoner reader who diligently gathers berries in the forest every day for the village children. innocent!commoner reader who happens to stumble upon a wounded soul along their customary route through the woods. innocent!commoner reader whose pure heart and selfless nature guides them to tend to him. innocent!commoner reader who prattles to the unconscious man every day when they check up on him. innocent!commoner reader who ought to be frightened of the monstrous being. innocent!commoner reader who should've just left him there. ˙◠˙

injured!minotaur who wakes up to the sight of a tiny human nestled at his hip, sleep. injured!minotaur who accidentally startles you awake with a pained rumble. injured!minotaur who thanks you begrudgingly for tending to his injuries. injured!minotaur who gradually becomes accustomed to your presence and your chatter as the days pass while he waits for a full recovery. injured!minotaur who finds your naivety cute. injured!minotaur who suddenly finds himself wanting to corrupt you in every possible way. injured!minotaur who mischievously tells you that the only way for him to get better is by using your body. injured!minotaur who forcefully removes your clothing despite your whiny protests. injured!minotaur who promises he'll be all better after using your tiny human hole. injured!minotaur who groans as you willingly part your legs for him, with wide, innocent, tear-filled eyes. "i-if you're sure it'll help." ˙ᵕ˙

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[diejager]

It got deleted again 😂

Thoughts on dark childhood best friend!Johnny! Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh fucking, somnophilia, tell me if I missed any.

He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.

Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.

Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.

He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.

You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.

“One more, Bonnie,” he gasped, gazing at your lips, open and glistening with drool while you slept, unaware that he was rutting against your thigh, “A need one more, please.”

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[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!emperor with empress!reader scenario

warnings: infidelity, obsessive behavior, blackmail, non-con, regicide.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, welcome to my first yandere fic! Before we dive in, I want to let you know a couple of things; firstly, this is not the prologue of a series and never will be one because I simply do not have the time right now. It is a scenario, a prompt, that was inspired by the Fallen Kingdom series created by @cassanderasblog. I will leave a link to their work here. I credit them for giving me inspiration and being honest in their feedback when I showed them the initial draft. Credit also goes to @faux-ecrivain for helping finish a difficult scene.

Finally, please do not comment on here if you wish to harass me in some shape or form. I do and will not tolerate bullying. As the saying goes, "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all." If it does happen, however, I will have no choice but to remove this scenario as soon as possible.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

Yandere!Emperor had despised you with his heart and soul. The only reason he had allowed the marriage to even happen was to solidify the alliance between his nation and yours. He did not love you. The woman who held his heart, the one whom he trusted above everyone else in the world is Tatiana Adreeva. His mistress. A beautiful flower that should never be polluted by the nobles who dare to not allow her to become the Empress simply because she lacked the status equal to his own prior to ascension. You did. 

Yandere!Emperor did not lay a hand on you after the vows had been exchanged in the temple. He did not seek out your company, preferring to seek comfort in Tati’s bed and her arms. He had his crown, his woman, and allocated more power through his marriage with you. It was nothing personal. He simply did what he had to do so that his Empire would continue to prosper. 

Yandere!Emperor would not tolerate any rudeness targeted toward his lover, even if you had not uttered a single word to her at all or raised your hand against her.

 To him, ignoring her when she greeted you was enough to earn a lengthy lecture from him. 

But you did not cling to him or beg for mercy, as he thought you would do, or any other self-respecting maiden who did not want to anger her husband. You coldly stared at him with that, silent as the grave until he dismissed you from his office. Out of spite, he had his aide add more documents to your desk for the next month even when the work was not part of the Empress’ official duties. 

To his joy, Tatiana became pregnant with his child, his heir. Being by her side was suddenly all that mattered to Yandere!Emperor. His overprotective streak and ill temperament increased over time. He would lash out at you for the smallest of incidents, even if it was not your fault. And like before, you did not react to his words and continued with your life. 

Like what happens to him or with his mistress is none of your concern unless it is associated with the Empire and the citizens. As it should be. He did not marry you out of love. 

When the child was born, a healthy baby boy christened Nikolov, Yandere!Emperor held a banquet and invited ambassadors from neighboring kingdoms to celebrate. But it was on this day….that he knew the truth. 

Once he had made the necessary greetings and made sure the captain of the guards would immediately report anything suspicious or if Tati and Nikolov were in any danger, Yandere!Emperor retreated to his office. He looked over the stack of documents on his desk, trying to lessen his workload in the morning so that he could spend time with his Tati and his son.

Upon hearing a knock at the door, he did not look up from the outline of a treaty as he allowed the third person to enter his office without cutting off their fingers. His mistress, the head butler, and his advisor. Tati’s older brother, Marquis Aizel Adreeva. Yandere!Emperor had bought the highest status that he could give to his mistress’ family after receiving positive confirmation that Tati was truly pregnant and not a misdiagnosis.

Aizel smiled, closing the door behind him with his foot as he set down a tray, placing two silver goblets and a bottle of wine on the corner of his desk. He spoke softly, congratulating Yandere!Emperor on finally having an heir and making his sister the happiest woman in the world. He poured the wine into the goblets. He held one in his hand, and extended his other hand to the Glorious Son, Blessed by the Five Gods.

Yandere!Emperor smiled, taking the offered drink. They raised their goblets high in the air, and drank. Yet when Yandere!Emperor looked at Aizel…his merry smile was not right. Not the kind of joy that a new uncle would express at a nationwide celebration. It was tighter, almost anticipating something…to happen.

That was when he realized the wine tasted bitter. That was when the room began to spin, and it felt like his skull being split in half. Poison. He had been betrayed. Yandere!Emperor grunted, trying to steady himself against the desk when Aizel walked around the wooden structure and had the audacity to push him back into the leather chair.

“Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Emperor.” Aizel chastised, his amber orbs glowing with delight. “Not going to lie, I did not think the wine would accelerate the poison as quickly I had thought, but that works for me!”

Yandere!Emperor felt a rock plummet into the pit of his stomach at Aizel’s words. “You…did this?” He gurgled. “I thought…the Empress -”

“And deny me the opportunity to see the look on your face, choking on your blood? Absolutely not. Dear, sweet [First Name] would never have done this to you. You might not have loved her, but she did respect you.” Aizel shrugged. "If Tati were in her shoes, I reckon things would not have gone as smoothly as they have." He said casually, as if he were talking about the weather and not informally speaking to the most powerful man in the Empire. 

“I only have ten minutes before I must return to the party, so I will do the honor of answering your unspoken questions. Now, where should I start? Oh, right. Why? Why did I do this when I love you like a brother? When have you treated my sister and I with nothing but kindness and respect, providing support whenever we are troubled, mentally, physically, and finanically? Well, the answer is really, really simple: I don’t. I tolerated you. I respected you. But never once did I feel any affection towards you.” His smile widened. “The one who deserves to stand by Tati's side is the Rapid Dog of The Northern Border, my brother-in-arms. Remember him? He was engaged to Tati. The man she should have married, should have been the father of my nephew. But you had the engagement annulled because she had said a few nice words to you. You threatened to seize my family’s home unless she came to the palace as your mistress? Do you remember? Why do I even bother asking? You’re going to die anyway, and we will finally be free from this gilded cage. Seven years. Seven long, agonizing years of watching my sister playing the gentle, loving role of a besotted mistress when all she really wanted to do was slit your throat. I thought about that every day too, you know? Well, almost. I actually felt sorry for the Empress, you know. She didn’t deserve to have a husband who neglected his duties and blamed everything on the one person who kept the gears in this Empire going, until now.”

“E-Empress -”

“Had an assassin give her a clean, painless death. Made it look like an accident, and he delivered! That’s very impressive for an underground guild, you know. Investment was worth it.” Aizel giggled.

“Now, it’s time to let everyone know their beloved Emperor has retired for the evening and call it a night. Big changes are coming. Pity you won’t see it. Don’t worry though, I won’t kill Nikki. I do love him…and he will never know that his true father is a tyrannical piece of shit who died in his own pool of blood because he allowed love to muddle his mind when he should have put the country’s well being above all else. Farewell, Emperor Aleksander of the Moldova Empire. From the ashes of corruption, a new country shall be born. And my nephew will rule over it in his father’s stead once he is ready. The father he should have had and not the one who brought him into this world, Duke Matthias Starkov.” 

When he awakened, Yandere!Emperor realized he was no longer on the floor. He could breathe and he could see in the mirror that hung across the room that he looked younger again. He asked, no, demanded, a quivering servant  to tell him what the year and date were, now. It was The Year of the Moon, ----.  As the crown prince of the Moldova Empire, it is his duty to select a candidate to become his crown princess, his future Empress who would rule beside him when he ascended as the Emperor. His father, the current Emperor, is growing impatient with his sixteen-year-old son and annoyed that he is still fawning over the marquis’ daughter, Tatiana Adreeva, a woman who was already engaged to a duke. 

“Bring me the list, no, tell Josef to bring it to my office immediately. I will be there shortly.” Yandere!Emperor had never pushed the servants to dress him quickly as he did at this moment. He did not know how or why, but he had returned to the past, right when he had seen Tatiana for the first time. Seven years into the past, before Aizel had poisoned him and killed his Empress. 

Sure enough, he saw his Empress’ name on the list, five down from the most qualified and right in the middle of the lengthy parchment.  [First Name] [Last Name], born to the Republic of Greiran, the Prime Minister’s only daughter.

They are Moldova’s closest neighbor and primary source of spices and various crops that are able to thrive in the harshest of weather conditions. Rumor had it that the Prime Minister himself was the one who had collaborated with the magician’s tower on this project, saving thousands of lives from suffering another winter and no harvest after the king had collapsed from a broken heart, having lost his queen after she had given birth to the crown prince.

 That connection to the magician’s tower was the only reason Yandere!Emperor had married his Empress. Access to more magical resources than the ones in the Moldova Empire, enabling the creation of magical weapons and protecting the borders around enemy nations. And yet he still died like a damned dog, blind to the respect and admiration his Empress held for him in favor of  receiving love from his murderer. But not this time. This time….he will set things right. 

He will not get involved with Tatiana Adreeva. 

He will ascend to the throne as he is supposed to.

He will be devoted only to [First Name], never taking a mistress even if the aristocracy begged him. Even if their marriage is only on paper, and she never looks at him as a man and only as an Emperor. 

He will learn everything there is to know about his future Empress, and he will never let her go. 

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©️do not repost or use any of the characters depicted here without the author’s permission. forbidden-sunlight, 2023

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[konigsblog]

Omg the fic of stepbro gaz, what if he's humping her with clothes on, removes them saying he's being restricted, and then he's rubbing his dick head all over her clit and whines that he wants to put only the tip in

cw; stepcest, dub-con, manipulation & guilt tripping. 🪦🕊️

“jus’ the tip, please... i promise, baby...”

stepbro!gaz is a mastermind when it comes to guilt tripping. surely, if you truly loved him, you'd do this one special favour, right? :( his eyes are glossy as he runs his calloused fingertips along your body, ranting about how sore he feels, how hurt he is that you don't care to fulfil his needs...

of course, it's pathetic; deranged and shameful for kyle to do such a depravity thing, but he can't help but smirk when you finally agree, letting him stick ‘just the tip’ in, like he'd promised.

he'll call you a dumbass when you complain that that's not just the tip, that he's going too far and going against your shared promise. he'll chuckle quietly, mocking you, burying his face in your neck, getting drunk off of your sweet scent as he grinds deeper inside, his eyes shut tightly as he fucks you sloppily, telling you to stop being stupid, to shut up and take it like a good stepsister... :(

don't worry, dove... just scratch down his back, you've known kyle for so long, just trust him, baby :( he'll make you feel just right...

#orla speaks #stepcest cw #tw: stepcest #tw stepcest #stepcest #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon #tw: manipulation #gaz call of duty #gaz modern warfare #gaz #kyle garrick x reader #sergeant garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick cod #kyle garrick #gaz x female reader #gaz x you #gaz x reader #gaz x y/n #kyle gaz garrick x reader

[bunnyreaper]

oh can we pleaseeee talk about forced breeding with johnny 🙏🏻🙏🏻

im imagining such a manipulative best friend soap here, who can talk his way into anything.

like you two are super close, you share everything, which is why he feels comfortable complaining about the fact that he hasn't gotten laid in forever. and at first it's just a one off comment, but then he keeps fucking whining about it, to the point where you offer to help him get off just to get him to shut up!! but you tell him straight up, no sex.

so he comes to your room late at night, in a tight shirt and grey sweatpants that he's definitely wearing too low on his hips, bcs he's clearly trying to tempt you. you let him in and decide to offer him a blowjob, which he eagerly accepts cooing about how you're the best friend a guy could ask for.

he pulls down the sweatpants as he sits on his bed, and you kneel before him surprised by the size of his cock that's already hard for you. he lets you ease in at first, as you stroke him slowly before going in with little licks and gentle sucks, but after a while his hips start to buck, his hand comes to the back of your head to hold you in place as his pace increases.

he pulls you off of him with a pleasured hiss, diving in to kiss you senseless (not something you discussed but any protests are silenced by his mouth as his tongue slips inside. then he begs and whines some more. "lemme fuck yer thighs, yeah? please lass?"

the puppy dog eyes and the desperation in your friends voice does you in, as you pull off your own sweatpants and lay on the bed for johnny to start thrusting into your thighs. his grin is ridiculously satisfied as his precum smears all over your thighs, sticky and viscous and making him moan. honestly, you get a little lost in the blissed out look on his face--the fact he's feeling that just from pushing inbetween your thighs. and you're only human, even if johnny is just a friend, the sensation of him rubbing against you is filling you with need.

johnny must be able to sense it, as he angles his hips to push his cock past your panties and through you folds, making you moan involuntarily. "jus' wanted to see if you wet wet, nothin' more, promise." he whines as he starts to rut into your soaking folds, his hips moving wildly.

and then he's stopping, peeling off your panties and putting himself back between your thighs. "just the tip, yeah?" he pants. "johnny, no." you huff, but it's getting harder to resist as his cock head nudges against your clit over and over again. "please, just the tip, 's nothin'" as if sensing your impending defeat, he slides in anyway just the tip as he shallowly fucks you open for just a few strokes...

before he plunges in, hard and deep as he repositions you, throwing your legs over your shoulders as he presses you to the mattress and presses his forehead to yours. "feels too good, bonnie, and you were fuckin' swallowin' me, your pretty little pussy wanted me so bad. couldn't resist." he groans wildly as he fucks you recklessly, forcing moan after moan out of you as his cock strokes your insides fucking perfectly. you find it hard to recall why you ever said no in the first place, until johnny's rhythm goes, and his groans grow deeper and deeper.

"johnny, you gotta pull out, i haven't taken my pill--" you try to plead with him, to reason with him through the feral look on his face, but nothing seems to work, even as you weakly push at his chest. you try to use your legs, but as you reposition to get better leverage he starts hitting deeper, fucking away your resistance with every thrust, and you find your legs clinging to him just for some support.

"aww fuck am gonna cum bonnie, gonna fill you full, gonna--" he comes with a shout, cock slamming into your cervix as he floods you with pump after pump of cum. "ha, knew yer wanted it, could feel you milk me, squeezin' out every last drop."

he collapses on top of you, not letting you squirm away from where his length plugs your hole with all his hot cum inside. "feel so much better lass, thanks for letting me breed that little cunt o' yours. yer too good to me."

#this went off the rails oops #john mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #bunny mail #cw dubcon #cw dubious consent

[strangersteddierthings]

The thing is, Steve has learned, that becoming untouchable isn't all he wants it to be.

People were too quick to try and reach out for him, ask for more than he was willing to give. He hadn't wanted to give up his first kiss to some random girl at some random boy's twelfth birthday party because of spin the bottle. He hadn't wanted to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Jenny Jackson or Linda Simons at Tommy's birthday party the following year. He did want to take Mary Linscott to Snow Ball, but she just wanted to make out behind the bleachers instead of dance with him. He didn't want to do that but then Brian called him stupid for not wanting to, and asked if he was queer. So, Steve had turned right back around and dragged Mary back under the bleachers, kissing her until it was time to go to prove Brian wrong.

(Even though Steve knows Brian isn't wrong. That Steve had wanted to ask Brian to the dance as much as he'd wanted to ask Mary but knew better than to do that. He saw how they treated Eddie Munson last year for the suspicion of liking other boys and Steve wasn't going to let that happen to himself.)

Brian had congratulated him after and asked what base he got to. Steve didn't want to get to any bases, but he couldn't say that, so he just punched Brian in the arm and said 'more bases than you' which was true because Brian's date didn't kiss him even once.

Then Carol Perkins approached him at lunch, shortly after Snow Ball, and asked if Steve would be her first kiss. Not because she wanted to kiss Steve, but because she wanted to kiss Tommy H, but didn't want to be bad at kissing. Steve agreed because he liked Carol. Not in the way she liked Tommy, but mostly because she'd asked.

No one had done that yet.

She came over to his house on a Saturday because she didn't want Tommy to catch them and think she didn't like him. They made out in his room because, despite his parents being home, they didn't really care who was in his room with him or if the door was open or shut. Probably didn't even notice he had someone over. She leaves an hour later.

By Tuesday Tommy and Carol are an item and by Friday they were Steve's best friends.

However, for reasons Steve doesn't understand, more girls keep asking him to be their first kiss. And maybe it's because he's already got a reputation, or maybe Carol let slip he'd said yes when she asked, but Steve finds himself kissing a lot of girls he doesn't want to. He doesn't know how to say no. Can't find a reason too. Brian's words play in the back of his mind every time he thinks about saying no.

(Are you stupid? Are you queer? He doesn't want to be either of those things, and given his grade in biology and pre-algebra, he's really only got a hope of avoiding the queer label. His father would tolerate a stupid son. He doesn't think he'd survive if his father had a queer one.)

There are a few girls he's been crushing on that ask him and that was nice. One, Alice Baker, even becomes his girlfriend for a month. His first relationship.

Soon eighth grade gives way to being a freshman and Steve, who has always been handsome and cute, catches the eye of upperclassmen now.

And Steve's not sure how it happens, but he ends up moving past first base with another girl whose name he can't remember, or possibly never knew. He doesn't remember asking her for hers when she led him into one of the bedrooms at the house this party was at while he was way too tipsy.

And then it just grows. The reputation and what people expect from him, and he doesn't want it, but he's never said no before so can he start now? Doesn't he need a reason to say no? If he doesn't have a reason, does that make him queer? He should be wanting this. What boy doesn't want this?

And maybe he does want it. But not like this.

He doesn't want to be slightly drunk at yet another party, following the first girl that grabs his wrist and pulls him after her into whatever secluded area they can find. He doesn't want to keep saying yes when he wants to say no.

The summer between freshman and sophomore year he confides in Carol. It's a risk. Carol can be cruel, quick with her words to tear you down, to spread the rumor that will ruin your life. But she's also fiercely loyal.

He tells her he's tired of kissing people he doesn't want to.

Carol is quiet for a long time, and Steve almost thinks he's made a mistake. But then she speaks.

"Okay. Let's make a plan."

And they do. Then suddenly Steve is untouchable. Carol teaches him how to see the weakness in people and call it out. How to wield his facial expressions as a weapon and a shield. How to put on the air of being the most important person everywhere you go so well that everyone else begins to believe it. How to fall back on the fact his parents are rich, gone often, and, almost most importantly, well known in the community. It gives Steve's name a weight to throw around.

More importantly, all of that culminates in people no longer asking things of him. Instead, they look to him to take the lead, they wait to be asked. It makes Steve feel in charge of his life for once.

But now.

Now, years later, having survived a spring break from Hell and averted the apocalypse, Steve watches Eddie hang off Argyle with ease, fling an arm over Jonathan's shoulder while laughing at a joke, easily pull Dustin into a headlock or wrestling match.

Easy touches that Steve should be able to do, too. A jealousy wells inside him almost as much as the unease he feels in his stomach at the mere thought of letting them know they're allowed to reach out and touch him, too. That Eddie's allowed to reach out and touch.

But then he remembers what happened when he let people have that power over him and he can't bring himself to do it.

It settles in Steve, then, the realization. When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch.

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@nburkhardt @i-less-than-three-you adding my own lil bit of angst into the mix now (:

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[yuutasprincess]

Day 4: Toge Inumaki

Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: Dubcon, spit, thigh fucking, he cums in you, readers kind of mean but not on purpose

If someone were to ask Toge what he likes about you he’d stay quiet. It isn’t that he has something against you, but god do you know how to bend him. He’s wrapped around your pretty finger, hearts in his eyes everytime he hears your name. It all began as a simple crush, a consequence of spending so much time in the company of only two women—Maki, who often scolded him relentlessly and adorned him with fresh bruises every other day, and you, the sweet girl who would tenderly mend his injuries while flashing a mischievous grin at the new blue marks forming on his skin.

Though perhaps "sweetest" isn't the most fitting descriptor for you. It's just too tempting for Toge to resist your playful provocations. A gentle touch on his elbow to draw him nearer, a flirtatious flutter of your eyelashes in his direction, and a few sugary words are all it takes to have him eating out of your hand. There may not be a clear label for whatever dynamic exists between the two of you. While officially declaring Toge as your boyfriend would bring a semblance of normalcy, the thrill of being tantalizingly out of reach is simply too irresistible.

He wants you so incredibly bad, craves your praise, yearning for your attention with a desperation that knows no bounds. Toge isn't entirely sure how things escalated to this point. Maybe it was that one haunting night when you slipped into his room after a particularly grueling mission. He woke up with heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and a throbbing neck adorned with telltale marks. All he had to remember that night was a bad hair day and the lingering taste of you.

The thing about Toge is that he doesn’t outright show his attraction around others. It becomes less fun teasing him when a group is present, his countenance remains stoic, with a subtle quirk of his eyebrow at most when you take the seat next to him and place a hand on his knee. Beneath his collar, an unnoticeable flush creeps up, a nod in your direction and eyes flicking to whoever else is around him. 

His biggest struggle is when you slide in next to him when everyone goes out to eat, fingers sneaking between his thighs to paw at his hardening cock. You’re so evil, stifling a laugh behind your drink while he’s slumped in his seat acting as if he’s hiding a smile when really he’s trying not to cum his pants. You don't make it any easier for him afterward either. No, you send a sweet, taunting kiss his way and give a playful wave to everyone before being the first to make your exit.

In his mind, there's an extensive catalog of every tantalizing thing you do to him. He imagines you desiring him just as fervently as he longs for you. He thinks about how good you’d feel most of the time, sure he’s been between your legs. Eating you out as if he’s been starved, pretty fingers digging into the skin of your thighs and lips wrapped around your buzzing clit. But god, he’d do anything to fuck you. 

Toge's love knows no bounds; he would willingly follow you anywhere, simply to bask in your presence.

Late-night snack runs are Toge's favorite, frequently evolving into moments that leave him craving for more. So, when he hears a knock at the door, he's quick to throw on his jacket and meet you in the hallway. Maki has a hankering for something spicy, Yuuta's got a sweet tooth, and Panda's in the mood for anything crunchy. Toge, on the other hand, holds no particular preference; if he's lucky, you might reward him with a lingering kiss for shouldering the bags of snacks. 

As you walk side by side, the world seems to blur. Your shoulders brush against each other, and his fingertips ache to interlock with yours. He hears your words, but he's not truly listening. Something about Maki discovering a new coffee spot for your group, and while everything you say is undeniably interesting, when he's in such close proximity to you, essentially breathing the same air, his ability to focus is gone. 

“I had a dream last night…” it drowns out, his eyes reading your lips to give him an excuse to imagine them wrapped around his- “You were in it.” Ok, now he’s listening. 

His head tilts, marked tongue slipping out to wet his lower lip. “Wanna know what happened? I can act it out for you.” you tease, feet abruptly halting, you grab his arm and pull him into a nearby alley,

You guys never make it to the convenience store.

Lips meet lips, and for Toge, it's like drowning. The kiss is everything to him, a fervent, messy exchange of emotions mirroring the depths of his feelings. He can't help but wonder if you can feel just how much he wants you; it seems impossible not to know. His hands find the back of your neck, his slender fingers gently pinching at the skin of your nape, prompting a scoff from you but he quickly pulls you back and slips his tongue to meet yours. It’s overwhelming, he forces himself to breathe through his nose, his every exhale is your inhale as he won’t let you separate.

You’re patting his chest, tongue licking at the roof of his mouth until he groans and you can part. “Wow-” and he’s back on you. “Toge-” Tongue trying to slide back into your mouth. “Hey! Toge-” You have to force yourself out of his hold, lips chasing yours as he whines low in his chest. “Come on Toge, let’s go get the stuff then we can continue this…” But he knows you too well, knows you’ll just tease him at the store. 

You’ll talk candy in his ear and cling to him, maybe give him another intense kiss then you'll part ways, leaving him in a state of torment until the cycle begins anew. Toge is caught in the endless loop, unable to bear the longing any longer. He wants you. 

"Stay," his voice, so seldom heard, sends a shiver down your spine, leaving your knees weak. You barely hear him speak outside of his curse, and when you do, it lingers in your mind for days. You can see everything, feel the intensity of his touch, but as he said, you don't move. You remain locked in that moment, an unspoken agreement between you both. His kisses are feverish, marking the curve of your neck before claiming your lips.

It’s an odd sensation, having no control of your body as he slips your shirt over your chest, fingers sliding into the cups of your bra to pull your breasts out and pinch at your nipples. A shiver runs down your spine, his head bending down to spit on each tit before taking the left into his mouth and moaning. It’s everything he’s imagined, ok, maybe not exactly like how he pictured this happening. 

Toge drools all over your chest, cheeks flushed a deep red as he watches you, your expression is flat but he can see the way your eyes glaze over. The unspoken truth lingers between you both: you want him just as desperately as he wants you, and he knows it. His mouth leaves your nipple with a string of saliva that he breaks with a swipe of his tongue, fingers grazing your sides before unbuttoning your pants. 

His hands are shaky as he pulls your jeans down to your thighs, eyes dropping to the way your panties hug your pussy and the noticeable damp spot. His tongue feels heavy, throat itching as he resists the urge to rip your underwear off and tongue fuck you until his cursed speech breaks and you have to push his head away, desperate to reclaim a semblance of control. But he doesn’t do that. Rather, he slides your panties down to meet your jeans and he stands. 

Kissing you over and over until your bodies sway and he has to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you standing while the other pulls his pants down enough to let his leaking cock free. Pushing his sensitive tip between your thighs he rolls his hips, breathing heavily in your ear as he grinds against your pussy, arousal coating his length and precum sticky between your legs. 

It’s hard to stop kissing you, he’s sucking on your tongue, forcing your mouth open so he can spit into it before forcing you into a sloppy kiss where he can tilt your head back and make you swallow. Toge can't stop the whining and groaning, he wants to cum so bad but the idea of cumming inside you is too tempting. His cock slips into you with ease, your body forcefully relaxed as you stand still in his hold while he humps your shivering body. 

There’s so many things he wants to say, wants to praise you and tell you how deeply he feels for you. How if he could he’d fuck you everyday until your pussy is shaped to take only him. You’re so warm, walls clenching around him and cunt gushing with every thrust, he feels so sensitive, he’s never been so pent up. Toge could cum any second, his jaw tense as he waits for his speech to wear off so you can really react while he fills you. 

“Shit- shit!” you sound so good, so fucking sweet and breathless as he pulls you in impossibly tight. Arms circling your waist and lips finding your tit again as he sucks on your breast while you try to fill your lungs with air. His hips never stopping as he fucks you, thrusts quick with no specific aim, he can’t bring himself to pull out to the tip when you feel so good. Your hands pull at his hair, head thrown back and knees buckling as he bites hard enough to leave marks on your chest. 

What pushes Toge over the edge is the way you look down at him, head falling onto your shoulder and eyes staring directly into his. He’s so smitten, just a glance has him digging his blunt nails into your lower back and hips stuttering as he cums. And when you’re not cumming with him, body trying to catch up with the sudden control of your limbs, he's panting in your ear. “Cum.” and fuck, the way you soak his cock and tighten around him has his brain melting. 

When time resumes he has the nerve to look at you shyly, eyes wide and chin damp with his own drool as he softly ruts against you, oversensitivity creeping up on you. “Toge, you pervert” And you grin at him, that malicious teasing quirk of your lips that has him utterly ensnared. His cock twitches inside of you as he focuses on the white ring at the base of his length, he can’t look you in the eye. Too afraid he’ll cum just as quick again. 

“If you wanted to fuck me so bad you should have just said so.” this time it's you kissing him, he’s moaning into your mouth and cumming when you spit onto his tongue, his eyes squeezing shut as you grip his hips and force him to keep sliding in and out of your pussy, “Stay” this time, it’s you commanding him. Voice sharp as he bites his tongue and lets you use his body. 

Toge knows that you don't possess the same level of control over him that he exerts over you. But he’ll be damned if he lets this opportunity pass. And he knows Maki is going to give you guys shit when you come back in the early morning. But how can he complain when he's dreamt about this for so long. 

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