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left4deadstuck · 1 year

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You bite your lower lip. You don't think being straight to the point with Karkat would be a good idea… Though you considered it heavily before ultimately choosing to go with an apology.

Okay… Here it comes.

Dave: hey. Dave: im… sorry Dave: im sorry man

Your voice is quiet. Maybe too quiet, making you think the other didn't hear you. So you look up to glance at the other.

Dave: genuinely i Dave: i didnt think wed see each other like

You don’t get the chance to finish before he raises his hand to cut you off.

Karkat: YOU KNOW IF I WANTED TO WATCH SOMEONE VOMIT THE FLIMSIEST APOLOGY KNOWN TO MAN, I'D GO OUTSIDE AND WATCH ONE OF THE INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT THERE THROW UP THEIR GUTS ONTO THE PAVEMENT. Karkat: AND IT WOULD STILL BE A BETTER "SORRY" THAN ANYTHING YOUR BATTER BRAINED SKULL COULD CONJURE UP RIGHT NOW. Karkat: SO SAVE US BOTH THE EMBARRASSMENT AND SHUT UP FOR GODSAKES

You scowl, back straightening. Goddamnit now you remember. Remember how much of a crabby jackass he is.

Dave: oh Dave: because sitting in the dark while silently death glaring at each other is productive Dave: cause we got all the time in the world to just kick back and do absolutely nothing but seethe at each other Dave: not like i was trying t

Karkat: TO DO WHAT EXACTLY? BE REMORSEFUL? BE ACTUALLY APOLOGETIC WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE DESPITE KNOWING I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU? Karkat: DO YOU HONESTLY TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT?! Karkat: THAT I WOULD EVEN HUMOR THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SORRY?!! Karkat: THAT I'LL JUST TOSS MY RESENTMENT AND FRUSTRATION OUT INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BECAUSE POOR OL' STRIDER IS JUST A PATHETIC LUMP OF BRUISES! Karkat: *FAT FUCKING CHANCE.* Karkat: YOU COULD BE FOLDED INTO THE MOST DISGUSTING AND AGONIZING EXAMPLE OF HUMAN ORIGAMI AND I'D STILL BE "SEETHING" Karkat: SO YEAH, *I’M SORRY* THAT I DECIDED NOT TO WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY HEARING YOUR LOUSY ATTEMPT AT A HEART TO HEART

Dave: … Dave: sigh

Once upon a time Jade had asked you and your mutual group of friends to test out the latest version of her new project. A mental inventory system that had a very convoluted retrieval and sorting system. Luckily her team was quick to fix that after your group’s trials with it.

Jade never really told you exactly why, but you always speculated that some people on her team, or well, someone, didn’t really trust your legitimacy enough when signing your NDA. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you though, after all you have made a name for yourself with your bizarre level of spectacles you do for the sake of irony.

It did not thrill you to find out the next morning that you would now deal with the living embodiment of “stick up the ass” as your personal bodyguard for however long the trial had to last for. Despite your best efforts to get rid of the guy, you’ve quickly learned a few things about Mr. Vantas here. One of those things being that he is skeptical and stubborn to a fault.

Well, there it goes, your plans being haplessly thrown out the window! Poor sons of bitches didn’t even have a chance-

You hear a snap next to your ear

Karkat: JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND AND PAY ATTENTION

Dave: what Dave: you have another drawn out monologue about how god awful i am? Dave: are you sure your throat can handle that shakespeare Dave: ya dont exactly have the voice for stage anymore with all that smoke Dave: but lets be real here Dave: its probably a good thing that you cant blow out anyone within a 10 ft radius of you eardrums anymore because you decided to make causal conversation

Karkat: YOU MOUTHY FUCKING PRICK- Karkat: CAN YOU DO THE WORLD Karkat: AND ME ESPECIALLY Karkat: A FUCKING FAVOR TO SHOVE WHATEVER BULLSHIT YOU HAVE IN YOUR WINDPIPE AND FUCKING LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO TELL YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Dave: ok sir ill be on my best behavior for "five fucking seconds"

Karkat:THANK YOU, GODDAMN. Karkat: AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO JUST KICK YOUR USELESS ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A FIGHT BETWEEN YOUR POTENTIALLY TRIGGER HAPPY HELLSPAWN. Karkat: AND ALTHOUGH I THINK IT’S WITHIN MY RIGHT TO FEEL THIS LEVEL OF BRIGHT HOT ANGER TOWARDS ALL OF YOU… Karkat: SIGHS … I

He looks up at the ceiling as if his next few words are the greatest offense that any higher power could have subjected him to utter.

Karkat: (GOD I MUST BE MORE SICK THAN I THOUGHT.) Karkat: I, FOR SOME REASON THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE SEEING AS I HAVE DEALT WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR TOTAL TRASH FIRE OF A PREDICAMENT, BUT HERE I AM EVER THE GLUTTON FOR MORE SELF-INFLICTED MISERY

Dave: yeah yeah i get it Dave: im a dick get to the point

Karkat: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, YOU COMPLETE JACKASS!

Karkat: AND I HATE THAT CAUSE THAT RISKS MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE I ABSOLUTELY DON'T OWE SHIT TO, BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO THINK OF A REASON TO JUSTIFY IT TO MYSELF I CAN’T. Karkat: I CAN'T LIVE EASY KNOWING THAT IF SOMEONE DIED, EVEN IF THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING YOU...I Karkat: I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN SURVIVORS GUILT YOU YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Dave: oh Dave: uh Dave:th Karkat: NO SHUT THE FUCK UP Karkat: FUCKING Karkat: NO!

Karkat: HAVING A SENSE OF COMPASSION STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT’S EITHER I HELP OR I DIE. Karkat: DON’T TAKE THE FACT THAT I SOMEHOW STILL HAVE MY MORALS INTACT AS FLATTERY. Karkat: INSTEAD BURY THAT IDEA SO FAR IN THE WORTHLESS SLUDGE YOU CALL A THOUGHT PROCESS UNTIL IT ATOMIZES INTO NONEXISTEN-!

He must've worked himself up. You watch him as he moves out of your space to turn and hack up a cloud of smoke. Well, if this isn’t just the perfect time to digest the clusterfuck he has given you. While it is great that he is going to help you out, he’s doing it out of fear and as fuck up as it is, it’s an advantage you have over him.

Though is it a good idea to go along with that? That could risk him fucking you all over and abandoning all of you last minute. You could gain his trust, maybe offer him something that he might want, but even then what would you give him, you have no clue if you have anything to offer him, not to mention that again, he could still just ditch the plan when the opportunity shows up.

What are you going to do?

===> AUDIENCE

#l4dstuck #left4deadstuck #homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #(Canon Typical Artstyle Inconsistency/j. God this took too long) -MM

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vetornic · 1 year

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You think James is into bondage? I'd evaporate if I were ever given the chance to be degraded by him

OMFG, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE. BELIEVE ME.

I would do anything to hear him call me a fucking bitch while being his rope bunny.

James has a lot of kinks and fetishes, you can say that, and bondage is definitely one of them. He is definitely a bondage enthusiast.

I feel like his adventure with this started in the late 90's when he was completely comfortable with his sexuality. Since then, he began to open up to new possibilities.

The sight of you in leather belts encircling your body drove him crazy. A collar around your hickey-bruised neck... And maybe even a gag in your swollen mouth. James is the type of man who loves to have things under control, and the position you were in now made it perfectly easy for him. He could do whatever he wanted to you, and you pathetically agreed to it, taking his cock deep inside you, begging him for more. He would tease you knowing how much you want to cum but not giving you that satisfaction. This motherfucker owns you completely and he's fucking proud of it.

However, when it comes to James... I think if you wanted to dominate him, he would only agree to some light stuff such as handcuffs. Like I said, this guy loves control, but he hates losing it just as much so even though he's partially enslaved, he'd still have you wrapped around his finger. This man is impossible.

I love thinking about the current James being chained to bed, just moaning and whimpering as I push his fat delicious dick deep into my throat.

Uhh, you're making me so wet, Papa Het.

#asks #keep the asks coming #i love your mind anon #fr cant he just rail me #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #smut mention #papa het #papa het smut #metallica #vets thoughts #UGHHHHHHHH HELP #JSIXJSBSBSBB

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slowlyhardgoatee · 1 year

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I hope you’re listening, boy, because I want to make myself abundantly clear.

You are property. You are a possession. A slave for men to use as and when they want. I’ve already locked your pathetic excuse for a cock into a cock cage, so you won’t be tempted to try and tug yourself off while you should be concentrating on being a good cum dump. As for the rest of your body, well. Your mouth is there to be fucked and pissed in. Your hole is there to be raped and bred raw. Your arse is there to be flogged, belted and spanked as hard and as often as I want. And your face is there for fat old bears to spray their cum all over it.

Now, you’re gonna come over here and suck me off until I tell you you’re ready to get fucked. Nice and slow, yeah, like that. Good boy. Feel my cock head against your tonsils? That’s how you know you’re deep-throating me. Feel free to gag on it as much as you want. Your throat slime’s all the lube I’ll be using when I bend you over and rape you, boy. Thaaaaat’s it, slut, keep sucking that dick. When I saw your profile online I couldn’t believe it was real at first. A newly out, nineteen-year-old twink boy who needed - in your own words - ‘to be a full-time, owned slave for old men to use and abuse’.

Well, boy, I’m gonna be taking full advantage of that. I’ve been after a slave boy for a long time, y’know. Someone whose first thought is getting my cock off. A boy who’s so hungry for my cock and cream that he’ll do anything I want to get it. A boy who knows that sometimes, getting his arse flogged is just the punishment he needs.

Faggot, ease up a second. Slow down. Yeah. In fact, I think it’s time to get you good and fucked. On your back, bitch. I’m gonna slide right in and breed. Ready, slave? Here comes Sir’s meat.

Fuck, I love the feeling of your tight teen cunt sucking my sixty-eight year old cock inside you, boy. I’m gonna wreck your hole today. You’ll be lucky if you can still walk by the time I’ve finished raping that cunt. Just about old enough to be your fucking granddad, and you begged to be my slave. Remember that, boy? You wrote a long message to me online saying you wished you were still a virgin because you’d have loved me to have popped your cherry. You begged to be allowed the chance to prove what a good slave boy you could be for me, and for anyone else I wanted to pass you around to. It doesn’t matter you’re not a virgin, boy. What matters is that you understand that me getting my nut is the most important thing in your life. And I intend to, boy. In fact, I’m getting real close.

Hands on my big, hairy chest, faggot. That’s it. Tug on Sir’s nipples while I cum up that cunt. Here it comes… ready, boy? Here it fuuuucking comes, you dirty little SLUT. FUCK YEAH, YOU CUNT, TAKE THAT FUCKING MEAT.

Fuck. Good lad. Taking that cock like a professional whore. Now, without spilling a drop, I want you to go over there - see that dog bowl? Squat over that dog bowl and squirt my cream out of your cunt. While you’re doing that, you can lick your cunt juice off my cock. Lick it clean, boy.

Yeah, that’s it, relax, and push out. Good boy. There, see all that cream? I’ve got a surprise for you now, boy. Get on your hands and knees like a good faggot. I want you face down in that dog bowl, boy, and you ain’t coming up until you’ve licked it clean. Swallow the fucking lot. And while you’re doing that, boy, I’m gonna belt your arse for you. Oh, yeah. Tell me you don’t need a good fucking belting, boy. Yeah, course you do, faggot. But I’ll tell you what, son. As a reward, if you’re a good boy, I’ll take the cock cage off and let you pull your pud for 5 minutes while I tell you what a dirty fucking whore you are. Sound fair? Yeah, I thought so. Now, get into that dog bowl, faggot, and I’m gonna go and get my belt. I think nineteen lashes should do it. And hey, if you finish licking my cum up before I finish belting you, feel free to beg for the remaining lashes.

Did you just say ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’? Fuck yeah, boy. Slavery’s gonna suit you just fine.

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anin13 · 10 months

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Shumori chapter 8

TW: Diabolik Lovers lol and angst, anxiety, nervous breakdown, undetailed mentions of child abuse

Laito stood rooted at the spot by the window, baffled at the surreal bad luck he'd just experienced.

He looked around the nursery for all possible exits, as the obvious one would be the entrance and the door Shu had used last time wasn't there anymore. There were exactly two ways out of here. The staircase door and

It's a long way down. Do you want to jump?

NO.

Ironic how some brute was climbing up a cute nursery rainbow staircase so violently.

In self-preservation, there was always an option. He'd hide under a pile of giant stuffed animals; a closet would be too obvious.The footsteps grew louder. Hopefully his brothers's scents would cover up his.

Kanato, Ayato and Subaru were deep asleep; if the guy was reasonable and they didn't wake up, he could assume the radio had just fallen down from the sky... right?

You just want them to take the beating for your foolishness.

I'm not as strong as Subaru and Ayato or as magically apt as Kanato!

The voice went silent with a BANG coming from the door.

-WHICH ONE OF YE THREW THIS?!

Yuma entered and the jacks and card games on the shelf next to the door fell down as the three vampires who were asleep awoke, confused.

Laito shrank himself further into the plush animals and waited for an opening.

-What the fuck? -Ayato rubbed his eyes and glared at the tall guy. He was sporting a broken old radio from the 1930's on one hand and a bat-sized tree branch in the other as if it was a straw. He had a small bleeding wound on the forehead.- We were asleep!

-Do you want me to believe radios just fall down from the sky?! HAH!? Fat chance, buddy; better speak up and make it up to me, or you are all getting your asses beaten today!

-HAAAH? Why would I throw that thing at you?! The great me doesn't waste his energy in meaningless pranks! (Laito bit his tongue to supress a laugh)

-...You rich brats all need a whooping, either way!

-HUH? Want to fight, huh? -Subaru stretched and got to his feet, saw Yuma's towering frame still towered over his and thought again- Tch. Whatever. What do you need?

Kanato didn't even bother to stand up, if the occasion rose he'd just set him on fire. But he couldn't believe neither Ayato nor Subaru had responded by protecting him! And Laito!! He could sense him crawling to the entrance like a soldier beneath the stuffed animals. Pathetic.

-You are but a peasant; we need not help you with any task you want done. -He spat

Yuma shrugged, smirking, and lifted the branch to attack all three, but suddenly an avalanche of stuffed animals fell between him and the three brothers; a fourth guy had freed himself from a gigantic pile of stuffed animals and made a run for the door. He could tell this one was it. He almost felt bad it was the least physically fit of them. Almost.

Laito ran down the stairs with a huge guy holding a branch like a baseball bat on his tail; he had forgotten this was a dream and ran as fast as he could; disappearing didn't seem to work.

He wasn't used to running, or anything of the sort, and he was tripping on his own feet. It was like the guy chasing him was enjoying himself, too. How embarrassing.

The rest of the nursery tower was darker, and he didn't remember the stairs being this long last time he'd used them. Were those strings running into his face cobwebs???

-Ya can't run fast enough, lil' bitch!! -Yuma laughed

Hey! That was HIS line! HE was the one to call people a little bitch! He didn't like this one bit. The Mukami brothers were pretending to be so sad and the victims because their brother had been kidnapped or whatever, but said brother was a huge bully!

You wouldn't do that stuff yourself if you didn't know they can't win against you either...

Laito whimpered and frantically searched for the exit in some type of cellar; he couldn't see in this dark. That meant Yuma couldn't either.

-Ya gonna play like that? -Yuma hadn't lost his confidence- I guess that's more fun; ready or not here I comeee!

Now, why is this so familiar to you?

This wasn't fair. He felt like prey. Like... ugh. After rumaging in a box louder than he would like to, he found a lamp. It'd do.

Yuma couldn't see much in the dark but the hat guy was a cornered animal. They had arrived at a dusty cellar that had a labyrinthic collection of dusty wooden boxes, jewelry and books, as far as he could tell with the very little light that came from the weird children's room.

That guy was probably looking for the invisible exit, or hiding again. He'd eventually find him and whack him; he hadn't lost his touch. He was still Bear on the inside.

He started whistling and slowly making his way to where he'd heard rummaging of metallic objects for suspense.

Suddenly there was a blinding green light in front of him that threw him off balance and as he recovered his sight, the guy had found the exit and gotten out.

Well, this was awkward. At least he'd given him a good scare.

If these brothers were here, he'd eventually meet up Shu, right? He'd blown a chance for a clue here, but there was another Sakamaki left he could ask... maybe dropping the tree branch would work better with that particular guy.

Outside, on a pretty palace courtyard with a fountain, lush grass and blooming roses, four people were loitering around and having a relaxing time, until two of them got into a spontaneous argument and the other two slowly backed out.

-So you claim the ladle you acquired 150 years ago is superior to the newest and most likely improved technology. -Ruki took gloves out of his jacket and unwielded his ladle- Sakamaki Reiji, I challenge you to a duel!

-En guarde! -Reiji exclaimed, already gloved and wielding a ladle in battle stance.

The other two sat on a nearby fallen tree; one nervous and another slightly amused.

-Don't worry, Eve... Ruki is really good at this! -Azusa reassured Yui, according to himself-...Do you like popcorn? I can make them extra hot and spicy... just for you!

-Thank you Azusa, but I might get sick with all that spice! -Yui said, slightly red- Oh... was that Laito running by?

-Laito... seems to be... in a hurry like he did something bad... -Azusa laughed- Hey, I also brought butter... for your side of the popcorn, if you didn't want spice... if you're lucky... you might still get corn caught in your gums, though!

Laito ran and ran, directionless. Just in case. First he passed by a fencing duel fought with cooking tools by Reiji and Ruki, and Azusa and Yui sharing popcorn, but he wasn't in the mood.

Yuma might want to catch up to Ruki. Then an open field full of red poppies passed by and as he was beginning to really lose all coordination on his limbs, he found a tree with roots that hoarded a whole rocky wall with a hole the size of a 10 year old child at the bottom.

As a fan of fairy tales, he thought it was best left alone. On the other hand, it looked like some kid's secret passage as well; what could he possibly be afraid of? He was a goddamned vampire, and Yuma and his bat-branch wouldn't fit in.

He crouched through the small, fresh cave with plenty of room around him. Was he really this muscle-and-fat-less? ... Whatever, he still didn't want to work out.

He found himself in a thick black pine forest. He walked enough to get to a somewhat high place to see the general panorama.

Higher above, there was a small clear with a tree stump and a tree with something written on it.

He grinned. Had some naughty couple made their way here to have some fun and desecrate the place further by letting others know?

Edgar and Shu. A bit confused, his grin disappeared. Edgar?

The second name brought him back to his senses. This was but a dream, and this information wasn't from his mind.

The room with the toys and rainbow staircase was information from his childhood, Ayato and Kanato's. This place must be Shu's. The Yuma chasing him wasn't the real Yuma. He was not in danger.

It had still been gross. Maybe he should call Bitch-chan Yui from now on.

He traced the letters on the tree trunk with his fingers. Who was Edgar? This had such a nostalgic feeling to it.

He'd never carved his name with someone else's. Both names were carved by a different hand.

That is the kind of thing you keep in your heart forever, according to literature.

It was hard to imagine uncaring, cold, lazy Shu having that sort of thing. If he hadn't told him yet, he probably wasn't going to, anyway. This would have to be asked in a different way.

He wanted to know if what Shu lived had ended up being the same thing he did. Although if a tree situation had appeared in his case back then, he was sure he'd have been the only one carving a name. He had the sudden urge to burn down the tree.

Would burning down a tree get you what you want?

What was it that he wanted? He wasn't sure it existed, or if it was available for someone as wretched as himself, as tainted and possibly even spoiled. Yet he hadn't taken his hand off the tree all this time. Was there really a limit to make good memories?

Why not giving in to your real desires..? You know you want to...

Laito climbed onto the tall tree stump and saw a pink building at a reasonable distance among the dark trees.

It made him curious, you don't see a bright pink stage venue in the middle of the forest every day, and he didn't want to stay here till he woke up in the real world.

The forest was thick and a lot of insects were encountered. He arrived at the building pale, tired, hungry and in a very bad mood.

A huge, black moth conglomerate was flying his way and the last straw finally broke the camel's back. His nerves couldn't take that too.

Time to wake up.

WAKE UP, DAMMIT!! OPEN YOUR EYES! He couldn't. And the moths were flying closer.

Laito ran to the first door he found, screaming and covering his head; he slammed it open and slammed it behind him to sit with his back against it in the dark hallway he'd just entered, hugging his knees and sobbing.

If he closed his eyes, would he leave this dream? Like the lyrics from one of the songs Shu played on the violin before Cordelia broke it said? That woman sure broke anything she ever touched.

After a while, he had to accept he wasn't leaving this dream soon; he'd calmed down and a familiar hairspray smell hit. He followed a narrow, dark hallway to a bright pink door. He didn't bother knocking.

He entered a pink dressing room he was pretty sure he'd seen as a doll house in an ad on 90s TV.

Kou Mukami was inside, putting a sparkly turquoise vest on and looking at himself in the mirror; Laito's reflection suddenly appeared on it as well. They both screamed.

Meanwhile, Shu was awake simply because he enjoyed daytime. He'd always been a strangely diurnal vampire, a bit like there are nocturnal humans.

He was pacing around the fountain and thinking of what he knew about crime, specifically kidnappings.

Since Yuma and company were mercenaries, they were bound to have a few enemies; but if he had remained kidnapped, the perpetrators were certainly not human.

Yet he didn't know of any other vampires in town or any other creature that could hold him hostage.

Was Karl-Heinz behind all of this? Behind Edgar's resurfacing? No, that was insane, he had probably just gotten lost or something, Edgar never had sense of direction.

He smiled as he remembered Edgar not finding his house in his own town one time when Shu was actually getting the town tour by him.

Edgar grew impatient the third time they passed the same berry vendor, and he succumbed to use his pocket money on raspberries.

Shu led him to his house (after eating the berries) when he'd only been in town with him two times before. That had been a fun day.

When it comes to crime, the perpetrator often revisits the crime scene. In this case, Yuma had kidnapped Yui at the Sakamaki mansion. Shu could take a chance.

He wasn't trying to get close to Yuma, after all, only helping him out to stop thinking of the lost boy and his safety.

Shu grabbed a blood red apple he was going to snack on before and carved a message for Yuma on it with a rose thorn. He put it where Yuma had laid him down on a soft green pillow last time.

A familiar would guard it so it didn't rot soon or get eaten by raccoons. It looked ominous. Edgar and his curious spirit wouldn't resist.

It was nearly dusk and Shu's own spirit had somehow been lifted up. It had been a long time since he last played the violin, but he'd use the calm before the usual school routine racket to play in the garden for a bit.

Yuma woke up nearly at dusk in the music classroom when the cleaning people started hoovering it. Jeez.

He crawled out of his makeshift camp under the teacher's desk and startled the cleaners. He didn't bother saying good evening as he passed them to get out.

He wasn't even wearing his uniform, and he smelled like he'd been chased by the police at a drug dealer park in the rain, which was accurate to the situation, but he couldn't show up to school this honest.

He still couldn't recall where he lived; only the general direction. He arrived to the zone in super-speed in no time. The road got increasingly dark and empty as the space between houses grew larger and the houses looked more expensive.

He remembered he lived in a rich people place. Just not the way to it! He started hearing a familiar song on the violin at a distance. The song that was stuck in his head at dawn. His instinct told him to follow the melody.

It could be a trap, but fuck it. It was something he was sure he knew.

As the sun had sunken in the horizon and the song had stopped, he had entered a courtyard similar to the one in the dream he had last night about chasing a bastard who'd thrown a radio at him.

The exact spot the music had come from was a stone bench with a red, juicy looking apple on it. Like a trap for a boar. Why would they put up something like this in this mansion? He needed to check it out.

He saw an inscription carved on the apple:

Lost? Here after school.

You've gotta be kidding.

The memories of the last few weeks came back at once; this was the Sakamaki mansion. The Neet was looking for him too? This could only be him. But before anything else happened, he'd eat the apple.

Kou didn't expect anyone to show up before the show, much less this guy, who probably snuck in thinking he'd find a half-naked girl, and instead found a nearly naked guy in just a vest and underpants.

-Why are you screaming, I'm not that beastly-looking, am I?

-You screamed too!

-Because you just barged in on me!

-I didn't know anyone was here!

They stared silently at each other. Laito laughed. Kou soon followed.

-How did you get in here? -Kou asked, putting the rest of his clothes on. - The doors were locked from both ways.

-I simply entered?

-I was captured. I need to know why you're here.

-I was running from you brother Yuma and then got lost; he was getting a little eager to beat me up.

-Yuma! -Kou perked up and grabbed Laito by the shoulders- is he okay?

Laito got startled at the contact and a bit irritated his potentially getting beaten up didn't really matter, apparently.

-Better than I'd like him to be.

-Tell me, where was he? -Kou was a bit too close to his face. He slowly removed Kou's hands and face from himself, but Kou chased him to his new corner, eager for answers. These people were intense!

-Near our... -Laito didn't even know what it was - A tower near the poppy fields. But he's alive and extremely well and confident. -Laito couldn't hide the contempt- What about you? Who captured you?

Kou finally got into a normal distance and even looked away from Laito's face into the dark pink silky wallpaper. He didn't want to talk about it?

-They don't have faces, they are tall shadows. -Kou got nervous- But I have to get up on that stage for a chance to run away. Say, Laito, right?

-Yes! You're Kou, no? -he opened said door- I'd say you're free to pass!

Kou hesitated. He knew the door was open, but that dark hallway...

-Say, Kou, was this door unlocked all along? There must be some other reason you don't want to leave this room.

-There's something out there.

Laito peered into a long, dark hallway. It had a spooky, dusty vibe.

-Whenever I've tried to cross it to reach the stage door, it only seems to stretch endlessly and some shadowy hands start slithering like snakes up my body from the floor. -Kou flinched- I tried to endure their freezing touch till I got to the door, but as they reached my neck they wrung it. I am a vampire so I don't have to breathe, but then their pointy nails started digging at my throat and cut...

-What the hell... sounds pretty spooky. -Laito looked for a light switch without success- but your neck looks impeccable. If you don't say the real reason you can't cross it, we're likely definitely stuck here.

-Maybe I hallucinated the whole thing, but I still don't want to risk the oppressive darkness.

Laito smiled and Kou felt wary of that lip curve.

-You're in luck though; look what I found while your bully of a brother was chasing me.

A lamp. What did Laito want from him, though?

-Why do you want to cross?

-I don't want to see a black moth hive ever again, and I would have to if I just go back on the other side.

Kou lifted an eyebrow. What the heck?

-Quick, or I'm gonna push you!

-Geez, no need to drop your voice like that. -Kou rolled his eyes- I'm going.

Laito lifted the lamp and adjusted the brightness. The hallway itself looked long, but other than that, pretty rudimentary. Concrete walls with cracks on them, some fungi and humidity. An over worn wooden floor with a few lose tiles and splinters.

Of course, backstage never had the glam and charm of what you see onstage at the front.

-Oof. It looks like a longer version of the orphanage's hallways! -Kou muttered to himself

So this was from Kou's mind. Laito was getting it. He giggled a little; he could become the master of gossip if he wanted to, but keeping everyone's dark memories inside himself seemed somehow more exciting.

-Whatcha laughing at? -Kou turned around to face Laito with a leer- Do you really look down on people who had the misfortune to be orphaned?!

Laito winced,

-No, not at all, just remembered the tower looked like mine and my brothers's childhood room!

-So you think you're better than me because you actually had a pretty room?! -Kou now invaded Laito's space again by grabbing the front of his shirt- Think again!

Laito removed his fist easily, but he really wasn't in the mood for this. Kou didn't know him enough to just pass judgement like this. He was a lot of things but he wasn't proud of his origins. That'd be too "dirty", even for him.

-You don't know what you are talking about -Laito lowered his voice and glared as he captured Kou's wrists in his hands- you preach about not judging others by their origin, yet you claim my origin makes me think I'm better than you without even asking yourself what it could have been like.

He pushed Kou into the dark hallway and was going to turn off the light and shut the door, but Kou shouted as he was moving the switch to turn off the lamp and reaching for the door to shut it,

-Please, don't leave me here alone!

Please, don't leave me here alone, Ayato, Kanatoooo!

Laito gave in to sentimentalism. He can't just preach around and not take an action different than what he was given and was still pained about.

Laito joined Kou in the darkness, lamp in hand and door open. He offered a hand to help Kou stand up.

Confused, Kou's red eye started glowing. What he saw made him take the hand.

-Oh my! -Laito giggled, bad mood seemingly gone- you are a true shining popstar, aren't you? With light of your own and all!

Kou didn't bother snarking back. Somehow he'd touched the other guy's fibers; his intention was sincere, although hard to believe if it wasn't for his magic eye.

Laito wanted to cross, too, after all. Must be that.

-Now that we're here, let's just go.

The hallway seemed to stretch every time they were about to reach the door, sometimes that door even looked blurred.

-Why does it keep moving..?

As if to provide an answer, something started scratching the floor behind them. The other end was blocked by a dense spiderweb and the way back was a tangled net of the same substance. In the middle of it all was a hairy, eight-legged spider the size of a small horse dripping venom. Its eight eyes found Laito's single pair.

-Laito, please stop screaming, that'll just upset it! -Kou yelled nearly asphixiated by Laito's tight arm grip on his ribs as he hid behind Kou in panic.

-Get rid of it! I don't wanna see it!

-I can't try anything if you don't let go of me, I can't move like this!

Laito tightened his arms in a "no". Kou understood, as his fear of the dark was similarly strong. Since Laito hadn't refused to help him cross in the end, for whatever reason, he could probably try to help him face this.

-Alright, when stuff like this happens my brother Ruki tells me to breathe.

-I'm a vampire, breathing is not necessary!

-No, I mean deeeep breaths, like this... Laito, seriously, I can't even demonstrate, you're gonna break my lungs! It's not even moving, let go of me!

-...

-Ok, stay behind me if you want. But free my rib cage a bit so you can follow my lead.

Laito let go, if only the bare minimum necessary for a breath.

-Let's inhale deep like this and count to 3: 1... 2... 3... let go of the air, 1... 2... 3...

After Laito fully incorporated himself, Kou felt grateful his rib cage was intact and looked for some kind of weapon; fighting a giant spider hadn't been in his plans.

He tried kicking it but it turns out the spider spat venom at him as he touched it and it burnt; bad idea.

Laito had a weapon though; this was a fire lamp he had!

Laito unloaded his rage on the giant arachnid and all of the cobwebs caught green fire; for a moment Kou thought everything including them was going to be incinerated, but as the spider kicked the bucket, so did the cobwebs; all of that went up in smoke, but the structure of the orphanage hallway looked the same as always, and the smoke didn't obey the laws of physics; it just vanished without getting in their eyes and noses.

He heard the door they had been trying to reach unlock, like in a videogame, and Laito's status return to normal. They turned to each other.

-We did it! -Kou held out his hand for a high five

This time Kou giggled at Laito's widened eyes,

-A high five is something where you slap each other's palm of the hand when you win at something, or when you find you have something in common. Come on, high five?

He kept the palm up at a dumbfounded Laito.

Laito smiled and high fived Kou.

-...I don't get it, but yes!

Laito was genuinely happy. He didn't know why, but this had felt better than many other meaningless physical interactions he could think of, and it wasn't exactly a pleasure-inducing touch.

-Now, let's open that damned door!

As the knob was turned

Kou woke up to an annoying alarm clock.

Time for school, then investigating where the fuck Yuma was, and then going to that trendy place with the Masokitty and his brothers.

He had had a strange dream. He had been having a recurring one for a few times, about reaching a door to a stage from which he could escape his captors, who were tall shadows that often beat him.

This time it was different; one of the Sakamaki brothers, the one who had eaten clown for breakfast when they had come to their house to ask about Yuma, had been difficult to deal with and then they had conquered the dark and a giant bug together to finally open the door he hadn't been able to reach on his own.

That was very strange, but it felt so real! He was glad dreams were private, noone had to know. He turned all of the lights on and started getting ready for the night ahead.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fanart #diabolik lovers fanfiction #shumori #shu sakamaki #laito sakamaki #yuma mukami #kou mukami #diabolik lovers au

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lark-lomond · 10 months

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I really do enjoy going through utterly rancid posts to use them as a blocklist. But it's a shame that the blogs I need to fear the most are not just TERFs, but other trans women. The "how dare you say we piss on the poor" types, who jump at every chance to tear down another trans woman for the crime of being on their dash. I don't even need to name the women who've been attacked like this, because I'm sure you can think of at least five off the top of your head.

The trend on these blocklist blogs is unmistakable: either early in transition or unable/unwilling to go further, reliant on uwu nya speak and egg_irl memes, using niche flags and Picrew icons as the foundation of their identity, and PISSED THE FUCK OFF. I have a lot of empathy for that, because I've been there. That was me for most of 2019-2021, Picrew icons and everything. And it sucks! It sucks so fucking bad. You feel so pathetically vulnerable, physically disgusted with yourself, societally beaten down, and hopeless that you'll ever see any success from transition. I've been there, for years, and that was the worst my mental health has ever been.

All of which makes it very difficult to condemn the people in these horrible little mobs, because they are children to me. Doesn't matter how old they are - although many are minors - those early stages, from egg to early transition (or even beyond), are an intense and exaggerated childhood. That's especially true if you're on HRT and undergoing a second puberty. I was such a fucking mess in those years, I'm genuinely astonished (and incredibly grateful) that my friends stood by me and supported me.

Not all of them did, of course. I'm no longer friends with some of the people I talked to most during that era, and that's no coincidence. I was essentially reset to being a teenager. Do you still talk to your high school friends?

And that's what it really reminds me of, in the end. This stupid fucking high school bullying. You can't win. Teenagers will bully you for being fat, being thin, being poor, being a nerd, being a geek, being a weeb, being a dork, and especially being anything that they can call a "creep." They're learning the patterns of society, its vicious judgments, and trying desperately to eke out a role for themselves that shelters them from its worst. And so many of us trans people are temporary (or perpetual) teenagers.

In my experience, high schoolers don't tend to bully you for being rich, or talented, or popular, or pretty. They recognize the power in that. But they sure as hell will resent you, and say vile things behind your back. Nowadays, having put a lot of work into passing and femininity (though I still feel like I'm always falling short), I find the Picrew teens tend to sort me with the "privileged" chicks. If I had any kind of influence or success, they'd see me, and they'd resent me. And once they saw an opening - once they had a bucket of pig's blood to fill at the prom, once they had a bottle of drain cleaner to feed the hungover alpha bitch - they'd pounce.

I see a great irony in how being transgender is so often policed by the people who have the least experience being trans.

We're a minority group politically joined by our shared experience with something that is INTENSELY personal. On some level, it's no surprise it gets this vicious. But it gouges me horribly to see it. There are organized hate groups out there who dedicate their day jobs to eradicating us, and all the while, we do their work for them. Crabs in the bucket, etc. Behind every successful trans woman is a thousand seething teenagers who want to see her stripped to the bloody bone.

God forbid any of us have anything to be proud of.

#probably should delete this imminently

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vanessakharbudon · 6 months

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When Tongues Wag…

Steady your heart. Hold your horses.

People will talk no matter what you do.

Even if you think you’ll be the quiet type who hides in the corner like a mouse wearing the most nondescript outfits, know that tongues will still wag about you.

Most humans get some kind of thrill bitching, gossiping and blabbing about other people. (Unresolved issues me thinks).

There is nothing you can do about it.

It would be a sad miserable weak pathetic existence if you base what you’ll wear, where you’ll go, what you’ll eat, whom to be seen with, what opinions to have, how to react in situations because you dread what people might think or say about you.

How loud you laugh or how many springs you have in your steps or how you worship or how you express yourself should be authentically you without being apologetic as to who might get triggered. You will be miserable if you are constantly worrying about being the subject of gossip. It is going to be alright and the world will go on business as usual if you find your name sneaked into people’s conversations. Their lives must be so mundane and drab if they spend a chunk of their time gossiping and thinking about you!

I think a devil may care attitude is just what you should order.

Leave them be.

Why let it get to you?

Why should what some fat or thin aunty or beer belly balding uncle with the ugly clothes trigger you and rain down on your parade?

People have free speech. They can say whatever the hell they want.

Colleagues who pretend to be your friends but run their motor mouth about you at the drop of a hat…

Neighbours who just live to know who all are coming and going into your house…

Their sons and husbands who secretly check you out every chance they get and then kickstart the rumour mills…

Their daughters and sisters who in their Watsapp groups have your screenshot posts and wag their tongues about your shenanigans…

Don’t get too cozy with who you’d think are supposed to be understanding and handholding in your religious, kith and kin, society, support groups either - Gossip Girl vibes galore🙊

The question is why get all hot and bothered about it?

Its just their incomplete, biased judgements and words about you anyway.

Do you believe what they say?

Do yourself a favour and don’t give their words any weightage.

Reject what they say about you - you should be rejecting a whole truckloaod of 💩 you believe about yourself that’s not founded on truth but on lies, propaganda, superstition, prejudices, selfish agendas - including what the crappy education system inked about you on its report card.

Flick your hair and continue being fabulous.

Flap your wings and fly as the eagle does (you should look this one up).

Bless them and help them if they require it.

💖Only what the heavenly Father says about you is the truth and should matter most to you anyway.

💖Only He who laid down His life for you should have that much say and influence over your life - not people who have a ton of 💩 in their own toilet🚽

P.S. Just don’t invite them to your wedding and baby showers, also keep them at a professional distance. Its called boundaries.

#lies #gossip girl #toxic gossip train #truthfully #truthfulness #conversation

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littlemissidontcare · 7 months

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//You have a life and yet here you are, yelling at me for...pointing out a fact?!? I don't like AW any more than you do, but I choose not to live in a delusion and then get angry when reality contradicts it. I came on here to enjoy some new seb photos only to see idiots still arguing about the same shit over and over again. itsg some of you are even more pathetic than the Evans stans writing letters to his management and embarassing themselves for the whole internet to see. It's been 2 year and this bitch is clearly not going anywhere. Even if they do break up, he'll probably find another one just like her if not worse. The point is, single or not, none of these men will ever fuck you. You never stood a chance because you are not rich or famous and you probably look like a jug of full fat milk that was left out in the sun. Let it go. //

Mind you, that was the only thing I sent today, and I never argued about anything here before at all. But you came here attacking me for saying that nobody cares. I don't care whether he's single or not, whether he's with her or another person. I am not living in delusion, but apparently, you are. It's people like you who make us stop engaging with others here. And btw you can have a life, but check tumlr and sm every once in a while, shocker i know.

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deyadee · 2 years

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Her

I’ve had a job cleaning rooms for a hotel recently. I don’t hate it but every time I go home I get maybe two hours to do what I want before I have to go to sleep because I’m THAT fucking exhausted every day. My legs and feet are always sore. I feel like I’m gonna puke everyday because I never eat during work and I barely eat before work and I chug water through the day because it’s miserably fucking hot. My back feels like shit constantly and I’m always in pain, to the point where taking Advil and shit doesn’t even work. Take as much as I want and I don’t even noticed it helped. Mom says I look like I’ve been losing weight but I know damn well that even working my ass off all day 5 days a week, barely eating before, during, or after work, drinking pretty much exclusively water most of the day, and taking Phentermine every day- I’ll lose a few pounds at most and then I’ll stabilize and it was like I’m still the same fat fuck as before. I’m fucking miserable and I still look like a fucking whale.

But I didn’t make this post just to bitch about work. This is more important than shit like that.

There’s this cute red-haired (probably dyed) German intern girl who worked with me the other day as she was new and I had been working here for about three weeks. Peloma. Very pale and covered in these little tattoos that she told me stories about. The same day I met her I just immediately started fawning over her. She’s sweet, cute, and funny… and I hopefully don’t sound absolutely obnoxious to her! Another two days and I just keep getting more and more into her, even though I know I shouldn’t.

I kept wanting to ask her out but I remember what happened last time I tried something like that “Oh I’m not gay. And this is my boyfriend.” So I decided to post on a different social media account asking how I could find out if she was at least willing to date girls and if she was single.

Comments of course just filled with “Just ask her!” But being fat and ugly and socially awkward does not give you the luxury of that. If I asked her if she was single and gay she would immediately assume I’m a perv and wouldn’t want to be around me. I’m fine if we could just be friends. So I figured I would just tell her today that I would like to be her friend but tell her I’m gay to make sure she isn’t a homophobe or something.

She wasn’t here today. And I have two days of break back-to-back.

So I got to thinking “Wait, she’s just interning here for a bit. What would happen if we DID get together? She’s just staying in the states temporarily. Wouldn’t that mean eventually she would leave?” At best then we could have a long distance relationship- but those turn out like shit in the many I’ve had the fucking pleasure of being in.

So now I just can’t think of anything but the idea of “Even in the one in a million chance she would say yes- you would never end up together.” Lucky me, even my fantasies have to be trashed. Though I’m still scared that she might be single- but she’ll get with someone random like the fucking front desk guy or someone… and then I’ll just have to sit idly by as this rom-com style shit plays out as the world continues to show me that life is a fucking joke and that I might as well slit my throat now. Maybe my blood being all over those pristine poorly-mopped floors will get on the news and everyone can just see my corpse there for all to see.

I’m destined to be alone. I feel pathetic for falling for someone just because they were nice to me. Not even within days. Within a few hours. I’m just a fucking creep.

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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lati, have you ever thought of overstim + scaramouche? a perfect brat ueueueu

hi hi anon!

honestly, yes. scaramouche is such a fucking brat and i'm surprised he hasn't gotten his ass whooped or something bc of how much of a little shit he is. someone needs to put him in his damn place and if it has to be you, fuck it, you'll do it without hesitating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnsfw below !

scaramouche kicks at you like his life depends on it, short puny legs pathetically flailing about like grass in the wind. he hiccups and sobs like the brat he is, pale cheeks flushed so redly you'd almost mistake them for cute little cherries. yes, cute, unlike the bratty, stuck-up man they belonged to. he's drooling, mouth hung open and bitten raw from countless and fruitless attempts at keeping his rather cute moans in.

" n-no..i-i can't-! too good..'s too much..!" he pleads and whines like some kind of bitch, but you ignore him and continue to work your hands fasterーjerking his pathetically hard cock and spreading open his puffy ass with quick wriggles. he deserves it really, for having such a difficult personality and always being such a bitch to put up with. he moans when your fingers abuse and rub his prostate, seemingly trying to curl up into himself, but a tight squeeze of your hand and he stops, only resuming his choked moans.

" please stop squirming, it'll only make things more difficult for you.." scaramouche glares at you with hazy indigo eyes that are filled with erotic ecstasy and you flash him a know-it-all smile, flexing your wrists with each jerk and stretch of your fingers and hands. huh, he was somehow still able to hold up pretty despite you wrenching out orgasm after orgasm from his lithe body, never stopping or giving him a chance to breathe. not like you cared, he deserved it for every little wrongdoing he'd ever done with that sinful life of his. anytime he'd open his mouth, another problem was created just like that.

" ghhiii?! nonono-ooouuhh!!" with sudden shrieks, the indigo-haired man cums again, barely enough spurts of milky cum pushing out of the little slit on the top. he sobs, fat tears spilling down his cheeks as another orgasm washes over him like a huge wave, drowning in the overwhelming feeling of it all until it's all he can think about.

and you don't stop, despite his fervent cries and pleas that he's really sorry and that he'll apologize, so..! no, you keep pushing him beyond his limits over and over, giving him all you have to offer and filling his head with you. and you just give him a gentle smile each time like he's confessing his love to you or something.

he's such a fucking brat.

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche i'm gonna kick ur ass when you make a comeback

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thehandsresisthim · 3 years

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Monster Sized

Dabi | Todoroki Touya / Reader

Synopsis: Touya is your pet. He misbehaves and you punish him accordingly.

nsft / dominant reader / sex toys (small vibrator, plug, big monster dildo lol) / pet play (Touya is addressed as puppy, mutt, etc., reader is handler, master etc.) / bondage (handcuffs) / degradation / dumbification / size kink / stomach bulge due to the dildo / not beta read

"Oh, my dumb little mutt. I think I haven't properly kept you in check - you sure seem like nothing but a bitch in heat, begging for a big cock to fill you up, don't you?"

He sure overstepped your limit this time.

You harshly janked on his leash, "come on, bitch, we're going to the bedroom," and Touya had no choice but to follow you, crawling on all fours - he still vividly remembers the time he tried following you walking upright and the harsh punishment which had followed that.

Once in the room, you secured Touyas leash on one of the bed posts and walked over to the drawer you kept your sex toys in - thank goodness you hadn't told Touya about your newest purchase yet! The huge, oversized dildo would surely suit a bitch like him. But you would ensure that it stayed a surprise, only taking out a pair of handcuffs, deciding that the grand reveal would happen later on.

"Hop onto the bed, doggy." you said, glaring at Touya. Sadly, he decided to be a brat.

"Why the f-fuck would I?", Touya tried to seem confident, but he couldn't even properly understand what you were saying - he was way too needy to focus on your command.

You sighed. "I'm gonna count down from three. If you aren't on the bed by one, you're not going to like what'll happen to you."

He just glared.

"Three."

Touya seemed torn between wanting to disobey, and being afraid of your punishment, but he still did not move.

"Two."

He felt like his brain was broken - he couldn't focus on anything but the stimulation on his prostate and how the plug was spreading his hole, creating pressure. What did his handler say again? He tried, but his dumb mind couldn't handle it, - go towards his handler? That seemed realistic, so he started crawling.

He slowly moved up, getting on all fours from the previous position he had been sitting in, and started crawling. Intrigued, you decided to hold down the countdown for a moment to give him a fair chance at getting up.

He did not get onto the bed, but rather crawled towards you.

Oh, your dumb little mutt. He truly was a brainless bitch.

He continued to crawl, until the leash stopped him. Frustrated, he attempted to go further, but obviously couldn't.

"Oh, sweetheart, you truly can't do anything, can you? No, your handler has to constantly keep you in check."

Sighing, you decided to give up on trying to teach him any commands for now. Dumb whores like him only needed to be breed, right now there was no point in teaching him.

You took him by the collar and dragged him onto the bed, his lanky limbs getting in the way of things.

Touya growled, "Fuck you". You sighed once more, not responding to the mans rude response. He did not deserve this kind of attention right now, it was best to keep silent to make sure he understood that his vocalized opinion did not matter to you - he wasn't worthy of a response.

Quickly, you secured his arms to the bed using the cuffs. If only he hadn't been so disrespectful.

For the first time in the last hour, you looked at his pitiful cock. It was fully erect - not that the little thing was impressive - and coated in his streaky precum. The tip was bright red, most likely an effect of the continuous teasing you had subjected him to earlier in the day - before he decided to misbehave and make you mad, resulting in the punishment right now. If only he had behaved better, than he would've reached his climax already and you both could've been cuddling on the sofa whilst watching a show, but no, your mutt had to just ruin everything with his filthy mouth.

You took to spreading his legs, slowly rubbing over the staples which badly connected burned and healthy skin. He truly was pathetic.

"Oh, finally. Are you goin'... fuck me already? Took you long en-enough. My hole is really stretched out from the plug, ya' know?" Touya tried to keep his voice calm, like he couldn't care less whether you made him cum or not, but you could see right through him. He was aching to finally release his seed, but you knew that that wasn't going to happen for a while longer.

Softly, you removed the plug from his sensitive hole. He whimpered and moaned throughout the entire process, clearly enjoying your touch.

Afterwards, you coated your fingers in lube and went straight for his hole, immediately putting the bullet vibrator inside of him. It became warm, like the rest of his insides. You chuckled a little and pushed it further into him, rubbing it right against his prostate.

Touya couldn't hide his arousal at that, groaning loudly whilst his cock twitched.

You decided that teasing him with the vibrator would be fine for now - you'd take out your surprise later.

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"Please don't - don't, no - miss - it's way too big! It won't fit, my hole won't be able to take it! I-I don't want to, miss I-", Touya complains, but you just slap him across the face, effectively shutting him up.

He cries even harder, full on sobbing, as you start to press the lubed up monster dildo against his equally lubed hole.

He also tries shaking and squirming away, but that also does nothing.

If only your poor, confused, dumb dollie hadn't been such a bitch - then maybe he would not have to experience his hole being stretched out further and further and completely filled by a monster cock. But alas, he was.

As you slowly put in the tip, Touyas eyes visibly started to widen, and he continued to whimper - most likely trying his best to deal with the situation. The plastic dick started to gently pry apart his opening and it was obvious how much it was affecting Touya - his breathing became heavier, his still painfully neglected, pitiful nub of a cock started to twitch, he was sweating, and loud noises escaped his mouth.

But you relentlessly continued. As the dildo filled out most of his ass, but still not touched his prostate, the true effect on Touya started to show - he loudly sobbed, the shock in his face clearly evident - it was too much for his poor, cute, once tight hole.

You started to use your fingertips to softly trace the stomach bulge the dildo created. This obviously didn't go unnoticed by Touya - he lifted his head and crained his neck to also take in just what was happening to his small body.

"Look, little one. Your hole is almost all filled up now. Feels good, doesn't it? Maybe my cute little bitch can behave, now that he is being breed all good."

"F-fat fuckin' chance of th-wah! Ahn- miss- feel good -big- cock inside my hole, rubbing against - ngh-", Dabi tried to protest, until you, mid sentence, rammed the plastic all the way in, pummeling into his hungry, greedy ass.

Overwhelmed with being filled up so suddenly, Touya started to grip onto the sheets in a poor attempt to ground himself.

Slow at first, but then picking up on speed, you started fucking Touya using the toy. His reaction was delicious - eyes widening, sobbing, light screams, body twitching and squirming around, arms flailing, - the whole ordeal.

His cute cock started getting even more interested in what was going on - the thing looked like one would only need to touch it once to bring it to an orgasm, so that's what you did.

Using the hand which wasn't occupied with guiding the dildo in and out of his hole, you slapped his cock - hard. Touya wailed, hips lurching forward, torn between the pain and pleasure.

Upon seeing that he hadn't cum yet, you repeated the action a few times, at the same time making sure to fuck the toy right up against his prostate at the same time as the blow to his nub.

Obviously, the breeding bitch couldn't control himself - his cum shot out of him soon afterwards, dirtying your hand and his body.

But this didn't deter you - no, he should be happy that someone was willing to touch his disgusting cock. So, you continued to fuck him, but opted to massage his nub instead of slapping it, since your arms were getting tired.

At first, Touya didn't realize what was going on - not until the last droplet of his pathetic sperm stopped leaving his cock and the after shocks of his first orgasm fizzled out.

No, your dumb little mutt left his mouth wide open - tongue out - and rolled his eyes onto the back of his skull. You wished you could take a photo, but for now, your memory would be enough.

Just a few moments after, he sure did realize it, though - based on your malicious smirk and your calculated movements, Touya was sure you were out to torture him further.

Each stroke on his twitching, aching little cock, the soft touches on his tummy bulge and hits of the dildo to his oversensitive prostrate were ensuring that he was properly punished - it didn't take long for him to feel a second orgasm coming.

Amidst screeching, screaming, moaning, groaning, whimpering and gasping, Touya tried to tell you what his nub of a cock was about to do - he really did - but the words just wouldn't come out!

And after that, it was already too late to warn you - he was already releasing for the second time.

This time, he knew what you were going to do after - not that he could prepare much for the continued stimulation other than maybe beg you to stop. So that's what he did, although his stupid mind was also fucked out, and thinking was hard for a bitch like him - "miss- cock hurts - too big - m'hole is all stuffed - soo full! So good-nh, but - too much... ahhn-" and "please, need break, cock can't cum, cock can't cum!"

Touya was absolutely miserable. His hole was stretched beyond belief, his cock was red with how many times you've slapped it, the prolonged edging before hand, and now, the overstimulation, his face was covered in his drool, there was cum all over his shaking, aching body - he needed a break.

But sadly, you don't care. Why would you? He surely has one more for you, doesn't he? So, you don't even slow down.

"Just one more, puppy. If you apologize and promise to do better, mutt." you explain to him.

Based on Touyas facial expression, you can figure out how hard he is thinking - trying to process your words. His arms are trembling in the hand cuffs.

It appears he has figured it out. "I'm-I sorry, Master! I was - a dumb puppy, I'm sorry! I'll - I'll do better. Your disgusting slut promises to be better! I'm sorry!", Touya started to cry, finally doing what you wanted him too.

As a reward, you stopped rubbing his cock for a moment, instead moving your body and taking your hand to slowly rub his hair - your nails scratching his scalp, soflty massaging it.

He smiles, happy to have made his handler happy and enjoying your pleasant touch.

"My good boy. You can be so good if you truly try." you say and carefully take your hand out of his hair, instead placing it on his cheek and massaging it as well.

It seems you truly fucked all the bitchiness out of him - he was finally listening to you, to tired to complain or rebel against his handler.

You smile and start to move the dildo again, and also take up touching his cock again - Touya cries out.

His arms and legs tremble, his hands grin at the sheets, and he starts squirming. You just continue smirking and start softly talking to him.

"You're my good slut. You can take it. Good boy. Come on, let your master milk one last orgasm out of you."

He cries and babbles on - you can only make out a few words - "master, need-wah! hole is stuffed so good! Cum, cum, cum- please, want you, need, ngh-" until, with a cry of your name, he came for the last time for tonight.

"You did so well, Touya." you praised him and started to remove the dildo from his hole, uncuffed him and removed the leash from his collar.

"Thank you, Master." he answered.

"Come on, sweetie, I'll get you some water, then you can take a shower whilst I change the bed sheets." you suggested, and he nodded, so you walked to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water for Touya.

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sunshineseung · 3 years

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Interrogation // Bang Chan

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Bang Chan x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.0k 🌸 | includes: kinda hard dom!chan, sub!reader, detective/suspect roleplay, spitting?, degradation/praise, handcuffs, oral (f!receiving), spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, hanjob/oral (m!receiving), cum swallowing, lil aftercare, wholesome end :)

☀️ | synopsis: You’ve been thrown in the slammer for robbing a casino, and the detective needs a testimony from you, but you won’t fess up. Guess he’ll have to get it out of you the best way he can... well, not really. This was your boyfriend’s idea to roleplay this, but he looks so hot in the detective outfit that you couldn’t turn down his cute little pout :(

🌊 | collaboration: this is part of the Summer Time Love collaboration hosted by @milkym00n ! here’s the full masterlist to every other work in the collab! go support the other authors that took place in this please. they’re all super talented! thank you!

“Where’d you hide the money?!” Chris slammed his fist down on the table, standing up across from you. Your wrists were handcuffed behind the uncomfortable wooden chair you sat in. You kept shaking your head, refusing to fess up. “Tell me where the money is!”

“I’ll never tell you where the money is, pig!” You hock up a loogie and spit right in his face, never wavering your façade. He wipes the spit off of his face, rubbing his wet hand against his button-up shirt.

“You better tell me where you’re hiding the damn money, bitch.”

“Make me.” You smirk up at Chris, lightly giggling as he catches on so you can finally get to the good part.

This whole interrogation scene was Chris’s idea, not yours. He practically begged you to roleplay with him just this once with an admittedly cliché idea. You couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes, though. They always melted your heart. Now that the scene started, you were pleasantly surprised how good of an actor your boyfriend, or in this case, your prosecutor, is. Not to mention how hot he looked in this black button-up dress shirt, tight black dress pants, a leather belt, a slim black tie, and some shoes that you honestly didn’t care about. He looked like an absolute gentleman, although it was too bad that he wasn’t going to be fully dressed for too long.

“Oh, make you?” Chris raised his voice, walking around the table to be next to you. He looked down at you, unable to move from your seat, legs spread with a pleated skirt covering your upper thighs. “And how would I go about making you talk, pretty girl?”

“Maybe but your loud mouth to good use, hm?” You spread your legs more causing Chris’s eyes to drift downward to where you needed him most. He smiles, getting onto his knees after twisting your chair from under the table so he didn’t have to bonk his head. “Good boy~”

“You’ll regret talking down to me, princess.” Chris slides his rough hands up your thighs, grabbing your panties and pulling them down your legs. Your skirt still covers your crotch, Chris’s hands resting on your knees while he looks up at you. “Gonna talk yet?”

“Don’t know, have you make me cum yet?” You roll your hips against the chair, biting your lip as he stares at your cunt, pushing your skirt back up your body to finally reveal your pussy. He licks his lips, eager to dive in. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the chair, wrapping his arms around your thighs before finally bringing his tongue in contact with your cunt. The whine you let out is painfully lewd, but Chris eats it up.

“You taste really sweet for being such a sour bitch, you know?” Chris laughs at his own home as his tongue flutters through your folds. You ride your hips against his face, feeling his mouth explore your aching pussy. An arm of his comes off your thigh and goes to your cunt, his fingers pressing against your entrance as he sucks at your clit. “You want me to finger you, little girl?”

“P-please finger me.” You forget about the whole roleplay for a second, desperate to feel Chris stretch you out with his fingers.

“Then where’d you hide the money, baby?” Chris hums against your clit, his fingers still teasingly circling the rim of your pussy. “Only good girls get to cum on daddy’s fingers.”

Despite the countless times Chris has made you cum with nothing but his fingers, you still have the audacity to say “I d-doubt your pathetic fucking fingers could get me even close to c-cumming.” If you’re stutters didn’t make it obvious enough, the shaking of your legs gave Chris a clear signal that your words were nothing but empty. Still, he wanted to see you sob from how good he makes you feel.

Accepting your challenge, Chris dives two fingers into your dripping cunt, already making you moan like a bitch in heat. His expert fingers curl into your sweet spot while they trust in an out of you, his lips still wrapped around your sensitive clit. His other hand slaps your thigh, making you yelp in shock, not that you didn’t like it.

“You want to know where I hid the cash, pretty boy?” Chris lightly bites your clit for a second to make you whine after your sentence. If your hands were free, they would have been combing through his hair by now. Unfortunately, all you can do is curl your toes and tighten your hands into fists. “Make me cum and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Chris’s eyes are focused like you’ve never seen them before, and finally looking down at his lustful faces makes you whimper. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as the movements of his fingers quicken, increasing in intensity. He truly knew your cunt like no other partner you’ve ever had in the past, and because of that, he always knew when you were close without you even saying a word.

“Cum on my face, princess. Give daddy what he wants.” Even in roleplay, Chris can’t help but call himself ‘daddy’ at every chance he gets. You bucks your hips into his face, your legs going limp as you cream on his fingers, whining his name loudly as you cum for him just like he asked. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to ride you through this orgasm while your hips roll against his face. “Good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

You catch your breath as Chris stands up, scanning your face for any sign that you’ll crack and tell him what he needs. A smirk returns to your face as you close your legs and look up at him. “The money’s in the back of my car under the seat. It’s long gone by now, though.”

“Long gone? Where?”

“If my boys did what I told them to, my car’s five towns over as we speak, and they aren’t stopping anytime soon.” You wiggle in your seat, a weak attempt to escape your restraints. “If you know what’s good for ya, you’d let me out of these cuffs. I know you want to fuck me properly now, don’t ya?”

Chris hesitates, walking around your chair to put his hands on your shoulders from behind you. “Your boys, huh?” Realizing what he was calling back to, you fear that you’ve unleashed Chris’s jealous side, something you haven’t seen since he made you see stars in a dressing room. “How many boys play with this pretty pussy?”

“That’s none of your business, pig. Now let me go.”

“I don’t think I will, slut.” He lifts you out of your chair from under your arms, tossing you onto the table, your ass in the air as you’re bent over. “You’re gonna know what a real cock feels like tonight, little girl.”

You hear his pants unbuckle from behind you, your legs spreading just enough for your cunt to be on full display for Chris. You can’t see, but Chris is throbbing at the sight of you ready to be ruined. He runs the tip of his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness before making any attempt to slip into your hole.

“Dumb whore thought she could get away with this crime without any punishment, huh?” Chris laid his hand down on your ass in a spank, leaving your ass stinging after the hit. He grabbed the skin he’d just slapped before plunging his cock into you, making you feel full within seconds. The way his length stretched you out made your eyes shut tight, the pleasure pulsing through your body without giving you the chance to think or breath. “You’re so much better with my cock stuffed in you, huh?”

“Such a big cock, but you don’t know what to do with it, do ya?” You attempt to laugh at Chris, but his hand lays another swift spank across your ass. His dick is pulsing inside you, hard as a rock as it twitches against your walls. You’re purposefully tightening around him, teasing him with every flex of your lower muscles. “I bet you’re gonna cum within seconds, big boy.”

“Stupid fucking slut doesn’t know when to shut up.” He leans forward and grabs your hair wit his fist, pulling your head back without lifting your torso off the table. He starts thrusting into you, his pace rough and deep right from the jump. The way his cock hits so deep inside you is nothing you haven’t felt before, but it’s so jarring that it can’t help but feel like a new experience every time. Drool seeps out of the side of your mouth and onto your chin as Chris easily fucks you dumb.

Chris’ other hand holds your hips tight enough to bruise, keeping you still against the table as it shakes under you. Your cunt feels so tight around him, he feels almost light headed from the pressure around his fat cock. His tip hits your cervix, your pussy aching for release sooner than expected. He knows your body too well to roleplay like this.

“You feel so good, sweetheart... I mean, bitch.” Nice one, Chris. His grip on your hair fluctuates between painfully aggressive and light as a feather. As much as he wants to cum inside you, he fights the urge to release suddenly and holds out just to prove you wrong. As much as he knows he isn’t a minute man, he doesn’t want this roleplay to turn into shaming him for cumming too soon.

Your eyes roll back as he hits your sweet spot over and over again, every stroke slamming into you better than before. The sounds echoing through the room can only be described as lewd, loud skin slapping and wet noises filling the air. The only thing more lewd than the bodily sounds are you and Chris moaning for each other, both still painfully holding onto your characters for the roleplay until it becomes too much.

“W-wanna cum...”

“What was that, baby? Say it louder.”

“I’m about to cum.”

“Louder, bitch.”

“Channie!~” Breaking character, you whine his favorite nickname loudly as you cum around his cock, the walls of your pussy tightening around him one last time before your creamy release covers his cock. You feel your wetness drip down your thighs as he continues pounding your cunt to chase his own high. “Chris- Chris-“

“Shhh, I’m almost there, angel.” The hand that was once in your hair is now petting your cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the heat radiating from your flushed face. “Knees, now.”

“Huh?”

“Get on your fucking knees, Y/n.”

He leans off of you, allowing you to stand up with weak legs and quickly (but purposefully) fall to your knees in front of his cock. Chris’ hand jerks himself rapidly, his red tip oozing precum right before his orgasm. You stick your tongue out and look up at him, Chris biting his lip and squinting his eyes shut as he pumps his cock with a tight fist.

You hold his wrist still at the base of his cock, Chris’s eyes immediately flying open to watch you take him into your mouth, sucking his tip just enough to make him groan and cum down your throat. Your tongue is covered in his white release as he pulls out of your mouth, the sensitivity being too much for him. He stares down at you as you swallow his load, licking your lips to secure every drop.

“You’re a really sexy criminal, you know?” He chuckles, pulling you up into his arms and pecking you on the lips as he takes the handcuffs off of you. “So, where’s the money, darling?”

“I’ll pay for takeout, how about that?” You both laugh as you take his hands and push him onto the bed to cuddle with him, soon getting up to pee and coming right back. “You want pizza?”

“Pizza would be great, but can we wait a minute before ordering? You just ate...”

“What do you m- ... Oh my god, Chris.” You shove his lightly before pulling him right back to you, his joke absolutely tickling him pink. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

“It’s fine, I ate too.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“Love you too!” <3

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

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Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.”

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies.

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

#I love me some himbo vampire what can I say #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #Nandor #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #wwdits #what we do in the shadows x reader #fanfiction #my fanfic

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retrogalwrites · 3 years

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Title: “Shigaraki and the perfect girl” / see on ao3

Pairing: Incel!Shigaraki x f!reader

Summary: Shigaraki has a crush on what seems to be the perfect girl who everyone loves, and becomes obsessed with the idea of corrupting her.

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, virginity fetishization, dub con, creepy behavior, stalking, manipulation and somnophilia with a twist

Contents: creampie, vaginal sex, breeding kink, scent kink (in a gross way), mating press, slight dumbification, corruption kink

Word: 4873

Shigaraki had been watching you from the very beginning, all through your high school years. It hadn't been much of his fault, he always told himself, when your existence alone did nothing but to stand out.

You had always been the center of attention, the most popular girl in the entire school, little Miss Perfect. With your good grades, unrivaled beauty, hordes of friends, admired by all students and professors alike. Being always so kind and innocent, with a friendly demeanor towards everyone, including an unwanted outcast like Shigaraki.

On his end, he had always been the creepy one, the strange one, the antisocial one that sneered at others and cursed them under his breath. Everyone avoided him like the plague, at least whenever they weren't too busy tormenting him, all too eager to remind him of how unwanted he was.

The complete opposite of you, Shigaraki was a social pariah.

On your third year, whenever other students would bully him publicly, give him looks and tell him how gross and disgusting he looked, you always had to come right to his rescue.

"Stop it, guys! That's no way to treat someone." You'd say softly, standing between him and his tormentors like some kind of protector. "Leave him alone, would you?"

And they couldn't say 'no' to you, no one could. Reluctantly they would give in to your heartfelt request and leave him be, those fools always dancing on the palm of your hand, but who could blame them? The hottest girl in class, lusted after by every boy in school, including Shigaraki himself, there was no way anyone could resist doing whatever you wanted them to. So pretty, so sweet, so perfect.

You had it all so easy, didn't you?

Shigaraki hated you for that, deeply and passionately loathed your very existence, a resentment that only grew stronger every time you would turn around, with that expression full of concern, to ask if he was okay.

Yes, he hated you for that. He also desired you for that, adored you in fact, wanted you as badly as any other buffoon in your class did. But not in the same way as them. No, when you looked at him with those sparkly eyes, pouting lips, leaning over his desk to give him an eyeful of your chest straining against the fabric of your school uniform, the feelings that stirred inside him were ugly and suffocating, something too depraved to be love.

When the other guys glared at him for having your attention even for a minute, it made his heart beat faster, it made his blood boil as his hands itched to grab you and destroy you, bend you over his desk and tainting every corner of your body right in front of them.

"You're lucky [name] takes pity on your sorry ass, Shigaraki." One of his bullies would scoff, once you were out of earshot.

"I didn't fucking ask her to. Maybe the bitch has crush on me, huh?" He'd spat back with vitriol, just to be met with a kick to the shin. As he hunched over in pain, he'd always hear those same words.

"Know your damn place, freak. A crush? Please, she's too perfect for you."

And they were right, so very right, but it only made Shigaraki want you more, more, more. His infatuation was warped with the thought of revenge, the desire of getting back at everyone by taking you away for himself, and to get back at you simply for daring to exist.

So Shigaraki would curse you in his mind, every single day, and then every night he'd spent it pleasuring himself to fantasies of you, sometimes holding the items he had stolen from you in the past (a gym shirt, your lip balm, the pencil you'd chew on during class). Creating scenarios where he'd get you alone to taint you, destroy you, turn you into dust and ashes with his own hands until he had dragged you down to his own level: a freak, a pariah, the lowest of the low.

If only he had the guts to do it, if only he could admit to himself that he wanted to do it at all, for real.

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After graduation, not seeing you for the following months pushed his mind deeper into that brewing obsession, drove him mad with it.

Shigaraki stalked your social media, watching his phone all day to make sure he didn't miss any of your publications and updates, downloading every selfie you uploaded to keep for himself and fap to later. His infatuation had been growing more and more out of control with each passing day, you invaded his thoughts every waking hour.

And yet Shigaraki told himself that it was really only a coincidence that he had ended up in the same college as you. Despite having read through a conversation on the comments from one of your posts on your Instagram a month or so before graduating, about your college prospects. Despite writing down those prospects to later tell his school advisor that he wanted to get into that same school. Despite having begged his father to send him there despite the inconvenient distance away from home in his daily commute, despite having chosen a major he didn't care about just to be in the same class as you.

His self-denial kept that obsession barely restrained, keeping it from pouring out into reality, and you also had to ruin that.

"Tomura!" You had approached him on the first day at campus, excitedly calling his name with such familiarity. The sound made his breath hitch and his cock twitch inside his pants, stomach fluttering.

"Oh, umm...hey." He chewed on his chapped lip, looking away as he lied through his teeth. "Didn't expect to see Miss Perfect here, of all people."

Despite of his dismissive tone being cold as ice, you kept smiling at him, only laughing as if he had been joking.

"It's so good to see a familiar face, you know? Come, sit next to me!!" You had grabbed his hand without a second thought, pulling him along with you into the classroom. People already whispering just from seeing you two walking together hand in hand: a breathtaking beauty like you and him, a disheveled mess, who had been wearing the same dirty hoodie for already a week.

Yet you didn't let go of his hand, even when he had already started to sweat and his palm got all clammy against yours, you didn't let go. The thought of rubbing off his filth onto your skin filled him with joy.

You really were a fucking idiot.

Holding hands with your stalker so casually, with the guy that wanted to ravish you in a dark corner, break you with his cock until you were screaming his name, and make you beg for your life like a pathetic bitch. Yes, that's what he wanted to do, more than anything in the world. He wanted to destroy you, to violate you, to break you, to make you his. Those weren't fantasies, it was reality.

Shigaraki used that same hand to jerk himself off that night in his dorm, imagining that it was you being forced to stroke his throbbing cock. He imagined that you would be so disgusted by his filthy self, your clear skin getting all of his dirt rubbed all over, fat tears streaming down your face as he forced you to open your mouth and take him in until you chocked on his cock.

Soon enough, he was thrusting into his fist, cumming all over himself until his cock softened, and his hands and abdomen were covered in his sticky semen.

What would you do if you found out that the guy you had been so kind to all these years wanted to hurt you so badly? Shigaraki imagined the despair on your face, and soon he was hard again.

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For most people, life after high school plays differently. Once you get to college, popularity contests become a thing of the past...but not for you, it seemed. During that first semester, Shigaraki had to watch how everyone around you was back to fawning all over you. Stumbling over themselves to ask you out to parties and dates (how many times did he overhear guys talking about what they wanted to with your tits and ass?), professors favoring you for your perfect grades, everyone adoring you as the perfect girl once again.

He was still an unwanted pariah, ignored by everyone, looked at with scorn by others. Except whenever you gave him your attention, of course, only then did people want to get all buddy-buddy probably hoping to get to you with his help.

God. He fucking hated you. And he fucking wanted you.

One day, he finally snapped.

Shigaraki decided that he was going to have you before anyone else got the chance to put their hands on you, the perfect girl that everyone loved so much, would belong to the guy everyone hated.

He was going to tear you down once and for all, like you deserved, for living all these years with a silver spoon in your mouth having it all so damn easy. Wipe off that smile off your face, take it for himself, and make sure you were sullied, miserable, broken.

So, Shigaraki planned his next actions very carefully then. For a whole month, he tried to be more open towards you, more friendly, taking advantage of how kind you had always been towards him despite of the dismissive way he always had treated you with. Despite his awkwardness at it too, something that anyone else would've been turned off by already, but you took his attempts with endearment.

It pleased him, how you fell for it so easily, excited to see him reciprocate your attempts at friendship, the excitement on your face whenever you two were paired together for a project or study sessions.

You were so innocent, and so stupid. He truly loved you.

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Shigaraki couldn't believe his luck, the day after an assignment when he got you to come with him to his dorm to start working on how you were going to plan around the workload.

His dorm room was, admittedly, filthy. Unwashed clothes and trash scattered everywhere all over the floor, wraps of junk food and snacks hastily piled on an full trash bin in the corner. Anime figurines, video games, and posters decorated the shelves and the walls. The only spot that was kind of well kept was his gaming corner, with his pc and monitors all sparkly clean. He knew it was a shameful way to live, and he excitedly looked at your face hoping to see any semblance of disgust towards it. The lack of it, made Shigaraki frown.

"Err...sorry, I didn't know you were coming so I didn't clean up the place." He feigned concern, trying to edge a reaction out of you.

"That's ok, sorry for barging in." You gave an understanding smile.

Shigaraki's twisted resolve only became stronger. He was going to wipe that smile off your face, and that thought echoed in his mind on repeat for the following hour you two sat down to work.

Though, of course, his attention was not in the books in front if him. Shigaraki was too focused on the fact you were sitting on his bed, your bare things peaking underneath your skirt making direct contact with his dirty bedsheets.

Could you even begin to imagine that those bedsheets were stained with cum from his daily fapping? That he furiously had been jerking himself off to you for months in that same bed? His blood had begun to run towards his loins, and his cock was starting to strain against his jeans. Shigaraki had to cover himself with the textbook as to not to give himself away.

"Tomura, can we take a break? I'm getting tired." You yawned some time later, putting the book away and stretching your arms above your head. An action that gave Shigaraki a perfect view of your pretty curves, the way your tits heaved slightly as you pushed your chest forward, and a flash of midriff peaked from underneath your top.

"We still got a lot to do, dumbass." He curtly replied, pretending he wasn't leering.

You pouted, like a brat. He couldn't understand how you got such good grades when you could be this lazy sometimes. "Please, just fifteen minutes?"

He pretended to think about it, before shrugging at you begrudgingly. "Alright, just stop looking at me like that."

With a pleased, cheeky smile, you let your back fell on his mattress. Something that actually took him by surprise, Shigaraki watched in disbelief how you bounced on his bed, thighs and tits jiggling. You yawned again as you curled into a ball, he wondered if you even noticed how he ran his tongue over his dry lips. Were you really going to make it this easy for him? Were you that stupid?

"Wake me up in fifteen minutes." and you closed your eyes.

"Sure thing." He couldn't stop his lips from stretching into a huge, sinister smile.

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Shigaraki had never been a patient man, but he exercised all of the patience he had within him just to wait out the agonizingly slow seconds as you gradually fell asleep. He kept his eyes glued on your laying form through the first five minutes, casually but excitedly palming his erection through his jeans as he watched you fall asleep. He waited, and waited, silently observing your breathing until it fell into slow, regular rhythm. Soft snoring sounds purred from your throat, leaving your lips.

His cock was so fucking hard it hurt.

Hesitantly, Shigaraki called your name once in a hushed voice, then twice a little bit louder, and when he got no response from you, he knew that the time he had waited for all those years had finally come.

The time to break you.

The beating of his heart hammered loudly in his ears, as Shigaraki crawled over the bed towards you. His weight shifted the shape of the mattress, so he moved as slowly as his desperation allowed him to, as to not wake you up yet. Positioning himself above you, his legs straddled you underneath him as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection, veiny shaft all with the head red and swollen, looking like he was about to burst. Then, supporting himself on his knees, he leaned back for a moment just to take in the wonderful sight you made.

Spread on his filthy bed, so comfortably on your back, breathing through lush parted lips. The girl chased after by everyone at school, they all would've killed to be in his place and to see you like this, to have you like this. Looking so small, so fragile, so defenseless, so fucking perfect.

Years of abstinence came down crashing all at once and Shigaraki's depravity took a hold of him completely, and it felt damn good.

His lips came down to cover yours with such pathetic urgency, Shigaraki crushed your soft body underneath his larger, even if skinny, frame. Dry and chapped lips devoured the softness of yours, and they tasted so sweet and creamy, exactly the same flavor of lip balm he had stolen from you back in high school. God, he could feel your heavy, round tits pressing against his chest, his erect cock rubbing needy against the snug gash of your clothed crotch, the engorged head poking at your entrance like he was in heat like a dog, shuddering violently at the stimulation. He moaned loudly against your mouth, forcing his tongue between your teeth and into your sweet mouth, as drool trailed down the corners of his mouth and smearing against your pristine skin. God, he forgot to brush his teeth after his morning coffee, his mouth was surely filthy...not like it even mattered to him anyway. Neither did it matter that he was going to wake you up like that, he indulged on tasting you completely. In fact, he anticipated to watch you wake up, and realize what a stupid bitch you had been.

Bringing his hands to your face, he forced your mouth to press harder against his as he kissed you so sloppily, his throbbing erection rutting against your core.

"(Name)...oh fuck, (Name)..." He whined against your lips. Just a virgin that he was, Shigaraki couldn't help that the mere stimulation of your clothed pussy-mound rubbing on his bare cock was really firing him up, pushing him so much that he was creaming his pants already. He shuddered, muscles tensing as the head of his cock spurted huge jets if his smelly, sticky cum all over the front of your skirt and your thighs.

He breathed heavily, looking at the mess he made.

Then he heard you call out to him, and the sound of your voice was anything but distressed, or even angry.

Instead, you sounded disappointed.

"Aww, you already came?" His eyes shot to your face. You were wide awake, face flushed as you stared at him through fluttering lashes and glossy eyes, the expression of someone who was throughly aroused. Shigaraki was the one struck by shock, and confusion.

"Tomura, I can't believe you are such a quick shot. I was looking forward to this, you know?" Your disappointment somehow puzzled him more than the sheer anger of being called out for his quick ejaculation, and that was impressive on itself. His expression made you giggle.

"What the fuck are you laughing for?!" He growled with bared teeth, his hands moving to your writs to restrain them above your head, crushing you with his body again. You whined, not in fear, but need.

He couldn't begin to understand what was happening. You weren't freaking out, you weren't crying, you weren't despairing.

"Do you understand what is happening here? I'm assaulting you, stupid bitch!" He lost his cool so quickly.

"Of course I know." Speaking in a whisper, your back arched, pressing yourself further against Shigaraki, raising your thighs to catch his cock between the soft flesh of your exposed, sticky thighs. He hissed through his teeth, the touch easily making his cock spring back to life, harder than before.

"Tomura, you've always been a creep." For the first time, your voice sounded harsh, condescending.

And disgusted.

Finally, that disgusted look. Shigaraki stared at you with a burning gaze through red eyes, mouth agape at the sound of those words being uttered by you, that look on your face that he had wanted to see for the longest time. His cock twitched, a spurt of cum drooling down the tip and getting on your exposed panties. The feeling made you shudder, your things squeezing his cock between them again. His back arched, hands restraining you gripped your wrists tighter, he cursed at how fucking good it felt.

"But I always liked that about you, honestly! How gross you are, how dirty and smelly you are, you are always so mean to me too! I wanted you to take me like this by force one day."

"You...wanted this to happen?" Shigaraki was starting to understand, though none of it made sense. You snorted, giving him a suddenly smug grin that made his blood boil.

"I always hoped it would." A candid confession, your own breathing had become erratic, the euphoria of pouring out your deepest secrets. "It always made me feel so hot to imagine that you fucked me and made me all dirty and disgusting, that you turned me into a freak like you."

It sounded like pure bullshit, and yet the genuine honesty in your voice left no room to question it. The reality you presented him with had shattered his own. And it made him so damn angry and so fucking turned on. He felt all light-headed suddenly, like he was in a dream.

"So you've been fucking with me all this time?! Is that it, you damn bitch?!"

One of his hands roughly grabbed your throat, fingers circling the frail column of bone and squeezing hard, you gasped at the sudden pressure keeping you from breathing. You stared up at him. His gaze bore into yours, face inching closer to snarl with pure, scorching fury.

And yet you still looked so ecstatic, a lewd expression that couldn't be further from that angelic, innocent look everyone always said made you so perfect. You looked absolutely wicked in that moment.

"Yes...I have." You spoke through labored breaths, clawing and the hand around your throat. "You fucking...disgusting...creep."

Shigaraki realized then, that you hadn't ever been perfect, in fact, you had been the same as him from the beginning. A depraved fucking mess.

And he hated you for that, loved you for that.

Shigaraki then let go of both your wrist and neck, slipping his leaking cock away from your thighs as he leaned back on his knees. Gasping for oxygen, your head already felt light by the time you felt your clothes being violently ripped off from your body, blouse and skirt tearing away and being thrown behind Shigaraki's towering frame, leaving you in only your underwear.

The frilly, see-through thing that looked more like lingerie. God, you really were such a fucking freak, weren't you?

Shigaraki's hands went to unclip your bra that so luckily opened at the front. Throwing the item with the thorn pile of your other clothes. The sight of your bare tits bouncing in front if him was like out of his deepest fantasies, and Shigaraki didn't wait a second longer to roughly squeeze your breasts in his calloused hands, taking handfuls of the supple mounds of flesh he had always dreamed to grope. They felt full and heavy in his palms, fingers sinking into their softness, and seeing the way you mewled when his thumbs teased the hardening nubs of your nipples, making you softly moan his name, Shigaraki lost it.

His mouth attacked one of your nipples, mouth latching to the puffy areolae and teeth sinking into the flesh as he sucked hard and desperate. Your reaction was immediate, hands tangling into his messy white hair and fingers pulling at his scalp, mouth parted to mewl his name in pain and delight. He kept suckling at your breasts, hungry and rough like he was hoping to suck milk out of them, the other hand already playing with the other breast, mercilessly pulling and twisting your hard nipple, bruising the tender skin.

"Tomura wait — ooh!!" Your body trembled as you whined out his name, another wave of pleasurable pain hitting you when Shigaraki squeezed your breasts together and brought both nipples into his greedy mouth. Sucking at them and lapping at the pebbled skin with his tongue, until your were squirming underneath him like a needy little whore.

One of his hands delved down to your panties, the thin string that held them up all to easy to break with one powerful tug. You gasped, a sound that turned into a loud scream when you felt his fingers teasing the hot wetness of your pussy lips, before he buried one digit into your core, testing your insides.

"Oh fuck..." You breathed, biting your lip, feeling him experimentally finger your inner walls. Shigaraki was fascinated at how hot and slick you felt inside, your fleshy walls sucking around his fingers so tightly that he wanted to stuff his cock inside that hole now, now, now.

He let go of your nipples with a lewd pop, spit dribbling down the abused skin. "Who would've thought...that you had such a filthy mouth." He snickered. "You are so fucking wet already, you goddamn degenerate, you want my cock so bad, huh? I'll let you know I haven't showered in a few days." It was like he was testing you by basking in his own disgusting habits.

"Y-Yes, I do, I want your filthy cock!!" Another loud moan, uncaring that other people in the dorm were going to hear. "Please, Tomura, make me filthy!!" The expression on your face, mouth agape with your little tongue out so unabashedly desperate for someone like him made his heart flutter.

Shigaraki would've wanted to keep you begging for so much longer, but in reality, his own desperation had him pulling back his hand from your pussy, leaving you empty and sighing disappointed for a moment, but not for long. Firmly anchoring himself down with his knees on the mattress, he raised your hips with a bruising touch and with the clumsiness of an inexperienced man, plunged his cock into your pussy in one punishingly rough thrust. The sudden feeling of being full had you arching your back and curling your toes, nails clawing at his forearms as you writhed in pain from the sudden intrusion. Shigaraki buried his cock into you until his pubes brushed your outer lips, and he was balls depp inside.

"Fuck, fuck, ooh...holy shit you...are fucking tight." Tomura groaned with his mouth agape, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His breath hot against your skin as he leaned over for a moment, taking in the unbelievably hot sensation of you squeezing around him. "This fucking greedy pussy, hngg..." Your insides felt so good, better than he ever imagined, you were so tight sucking him in like you were trying to rip off his cock. Was this what pussy felt like, or was this just you? Seeing what a slut you were, he didn't think you were even a virgin. And yet your velvety walls wrapped around his shaft in a snug fit inside that scorching, pulsating heat, Shigaraki couldn't imagine anything else comparing to it.

He couldn't stop himself as he began thrusting his cock into your hole, pulling only slightly before sinking back, selfishly unwilling to let go of that delirious sensation around his length. The harder he snapped his hips, the better it felt, his balls throbbed as they slapped against your plump ass.

"Tomura, i-it hurts....mmm, oh!" Tears swelled in your eyes, and yet your hips were needly sinking on his cock like there was anything else of him to take. What a glutton for punishment you were, but soon that burning pain became something just as good, even better actually, delicious pain, and your were soon arching your back and bouncing on his cock with all your might.

"Guess neither of us are virgins anymore, huh?" You panted with a laugh. Shigaraki froze then for a second, his eyes stared at your face contorted by pain and pleasure with wide eyes, enraptured and burning with something a little hotter than desire. A virgin, so even after the truth of your character, you really were as untainted as he thought.

Shigaraki was scrapping your virgin insides with his cock, truly making you filthy in the most pure sense of the word. He was tainting you, breaking you, the perfect girl everyone adored.

That was it, Shigaraki cursed under his breath as he pulled out, earning a confused and disappointed sound of from your lips, that then became a little help when he grabbed the back of your legs and pushed them up, bending them against your chest. He positioned himself over you and stuffed his cock back inside, thrusting into you as hard as he could, taking up a new merciless pace. In that new position, both of you could feel him reaching even deeper inside you, the engorged head on his cock hitting the entrance of your cervix, that little orifice sucking at his tip like it was begging for his filthy, fertile seed. The thought made him fuck you even harder, the image of him pouring his cum inside you and impregnating your insides.

"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura!!"

His name was a chant on your lips, arms thrown around his shoulders to pull him closer. You could smell the sweat and grime on his hair, and the thought someone so gross like him was taking you made your insides flutter and twist with the build up of an orgasm. "Tomura, don't stop, fuck...don't stop!!"

He didn't and soon you were clamping on his cock, your orgasm making you so tight that Shigaraki was shooting his load too reaching an abrupt climax, pleasure hitting him as his cum flooded your insides with its warmth, painting your walls white and filling up your womb until it was overflowing out of you, steaming down your thighs and ass onto his bedsheets.

It was like a dream, the best dream he had ever had. And he would've thought that it was nothing but a dream, too. If not for the arms that were still clinging to him and refusing to let go, the pretty mouth breathing against his ear.

"Tomura, you...really are disgusting." A satisfied voice filled with disgust, and affection. His cock began hardening inside you and you barked a laugh.

He hated you for that, and he loved you for that. The perfect girl everyone wanted, that was just so perfect for him too.

#yandere x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tw noncon #tw yandere #tw somnophilia #tw assault #smut #yandere thirst

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snake-in-the-garden · 3 years

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“I want to make you feel good”

Requested by @scungilliwoman

Summary: Jacob and Deirdre take a much needed detour during Eden’s Gate roadtrip to Hope County.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Deirdre Monroe

Rating: E

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of nausea(sorry), the implication of John being an ass, Jacob’s use of the phrase "fat tits", smut, car sex, public sex, dirty talk, breast/nipple play, begging, impact play, oral sex(f receiving), c*mming inside, hair pulling

mild nsfw prompts

"You good, Dee?" Jacob asked, hands tightening around the steering wheel.

"No", Deirdre groaned curtly. "My insides have literally been fighting against me ever since we got on the highway."

Jacob chuckled.

It's been 28 hours since they've left Atlanta. Deirdre, Jacob, his brothers, and the small Eden's Gate congregation were all travelling in a caravan with Hope County, Montana as their destination. Even with all the stops to rest and for Joseph to preach and recruit members, Deirdre's motion sickness was never alleviated and Jacob seemed amused by it.

"What's so funny?" she asked while reclined in the passenger seat.

"Sorry. I just think it's hilarious how you could deal with everything gross when it comes to animals but can't deal with a car ride", the redhead pointed out.

"Bodily fluids from sick animals was a part of my job", Deirdre informed. "A three day non-stop, cross country road trip was not."

"We make stops", Jacob claimed.

"Yeah, only long enough to switch drivers," Deirdre shot back. "Not that your brothers have to worry about it."

"What's that supposed to mean, Dee?"

"It means that it's unfair that John and Joseph aren't doing their part while you haven't gotten a chance to rest."

"Don't need rest. Haven't needed it for a long time."

Deirdre sighed as she turned her body towards Jacob. The van traversing on the poorly maintained highway made it difficult for her to not sound so pathetic as her nausea tried to get the better of her. "Jake, come on, Deirdre pleaded shakily, dark brown eyes practically boring into the side of his head. "If not for yourself. For me." The redhead sighed after he glanced at his passenger and the notable green road sign that indicated the next rest stop being 2 miles away. There was something about the way Deirdre looked at him that made his hesitations almost nonexistent. Jacob could deal with John bitching at him about going off course and Joseph’s silent judgment now that he saw how much Deirdre needed him. Also he didn't want her making a mess in the van. "Alright, Dee", he held his hand out, "hand me the walkie-talkie will ya?" Deirdre obliged and as she did so, a light kiss was planted on Jacob's scarred cheek.

"Thank you, Jake."

"Yeah."

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Jacob had placed their van on the far end of the rest stop's parking lot. Which was huge in order to accommodate for the customers who came to the gas station that was beside it. The two were close enough where they wouldn't look suspicious to the other tourists and staff, but far away enough to have some sort of privacy. Even though she wasn't 100% relieved, Deirdre was glad that she and Jacob could relax without a million people around occupying their attention. Well Deirdre was relaxing, sitting and facing outward in the van's backseat with the door open; Jacob moved the boxes they brought with them around. As much as she liked seeing the redhead doing physical labor, Deirdre just wanted to curl up with him in the backseat for at least an hour before he did the usual.

Deirdre looked on at the other families of tourists in the parking lot, either going towards or coming from their vacations. She felt a sense of envy as she can't really remember going on any trips with any of her past foster families. The only outings Deirdre could remember is the occasional church retreat her parents made a point to go to every year.

"Feelin' any better?" Jacob suddenly asked, startling Deirdre.

"Kind of". She was still looking at the other families.

"What's wrong now?" He was slightly annoyed. "I had John bitchin' at me about having him and Joseph go on ahead to wait on us at the next stop while we went on our own."

"Sorry. I was just thinking", Deirdre explained, lazily swinging her legs that were hanging out the van door.

"'Bout what?"

"About…why I was getting car sick for the past two days." She looked at him. "I never had to get used to long car trips growing up. It was always just a few hours to some sort of campsite for my parents to 'reconnect' with God or whatever."

"Sounds boring."

"It was."

They were silent for a bit until Jacob cleared his throat, wanting to change the subject for Deirdre's sake. "I don't know if you heard all of it 'cause you were tryin' not to get sick and all, but Johnny was really givin' me an earful about our detour", Jacob informed, getting closer to his partner. "He basically said if you and I wanted to be alone to 'fornicate', I should've just said so instead of making up an excuse that you were 'car sick'." Deirdre rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth in annoyance at the comment. "What's his deal?", she hissed. "Is it wrong for us to want to be alone? Less people for him to boss around probably." All Jacob did was shrug and she continued ranting. "And speaking like a true hypocrite. I've seen him go off with some woman in our group a few times before during our stops." Jacob was just gazing at her.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just like it when you rant about things."

Weirdo. A second passes. "Besides, even if we wanted to take a detour to 'fornicate', it'd be none of his business."

"Well it has been a while for us Dee. And you seemed frustrated for the past two days." His hand was now on her knee, pushing it away from the other to separate her thighs.

"Really?" Her eyes darted to his hand and back to his blue eyes. "Is that what you want, Jake?"

"I want to make you feel good, Dee." His hand slid up a bit further. "If that's okay."

She lightly scoffed. "Then get to it, Jake." Deirdre opened her legs more to invite him in.

Jacob moved towards her, connecting his mouth with hers. Capturing Deirdre's plush lips made the redhead hunger for his lover more as his hands slid up her thighs and stopped to hold her waist. Jacob pushed his tongue into Deirdre's mouth, earning a moan from her throat and having her own tongue slide and run along his. Jacob pulled Deirdre towards him, having her feel his half hard arousal through his jeans as he left her lips to kiss along her cheek. "You know you could've told me that you wanted me earlier", Deirdre shuddered as Jacob was kissing up behind her ear, making her wrap her legs around his muscular frame and grasping his strong shoulders, bringing him even closer. "Sorry, Bambi. I guess Johnny was right", he growled, now against her neck. "But don't tell 'em I said that." Hearing that nickname combined with the feeling of his hot breath on the shell of her ear caused goosebumps to cascade across her dark brown skin. "Jake, please don't mention your brother before we really start," Deirdre hissed, moving her hips to keep him focused. "It's kind of a turnoff." Her daring tone within her statement egged him on to devour her more. "Then I'll have to fix that." Jacob grazed his teeth along the junction of Deirdre's neck and shoulder, of which he tugged her tank top strap off and started unbuttoning, revealing her cleavage to him. He then kissed and nipped along her clavicle, making Deirdre whimper.

There was something exciting to Jacob about the contrast between how the former veterinarian was inside and outside of their intimacy. Usually stern, steadfast, and never taking any bullshit, not even from him, would be a mewling mess if she's touched just right. But still somewhat bossy. Deirdre's desperate sounds lit a fire in his groin that made him curse himself for not doing this sooner. Jacob opened her top more and unlatched her front bra clasp, fully exposing her ample chest. "Fuck, I missed these", Jacob rasped in awe and want as he fondled the flesh. Deirdre bit back her moans as his rough, calloused hands roved along her skin.

"L-like I said earlier, you could've--AH", Deirdre yelped as Jacob tweaked her brown nipple, sending a jolt down to her pussy, making her back arch.

"What was that Bambi? You sayin' you wanted me to fuck you sooner?", he teased hotly as he began to palm himself with his free hand. "You wanted this, huh?"

Jacob wasn't making it easy for her to give a straight answer or even talk when he was stimulating one of her most sensitive parts. Deirdre would be lying if she tried to say "no". If it wasn't for his brothers and the congregation occupying their time and her nausea, Deirdre would've had him ravish her behind whatever building Joseph was preaching at. But then she would be the hypocrite for calling out John earlier for his activities. A hum of affirmation was all Deirdre could muster without letting out another whine. "Hey, I need to hear you properly", Jacob huffed. "Use your words, Bambi." Damn it. She trembled as he started teasing her other hardened bud, earning her body another quiver. "O-okay", Deirdre gasped, "I wanted you to fuck me. I needed you to fuck me. I just didn't know when to ask you." She hated sounding so pathetic and desperate, but this was how Deirdre got when she's with him. Even if he was just playing with her chest.

"Now that's what I wanna hear", Jacob praised, letting go of himself. "I'll give you what you want. After I'm done with these fat tits."

"Don't call them fa--", Deirdre was interrupted by Jacob using both of his hands to firmly massage her tits.

"So fuckin' bossy", he commented. "But then again that's what got me so hard for you in the first place."

As I said before; weirdo.

Jacob made quick work of manipulating Deirdre's heavy tits. Feeling the warmth and softness they provided as his hands simultaneously massaged them firmly, making Deirdre squirm and writhe under his touch. "Fuck you're sensitive", Jacob exclaimed. "I bet your pussy'd be soaked if I did this." He lowered himself a bit further for his mouth to latch onto one of the hardened nipples. Jacob's suction and moans sent Deirdre's heart racing as blood rushed to her clit and felt her panties dampen further. The sensations had Deirdre's breath hitching and back arching again, easing more of her tit into Jacob's eager mouth and wandering tongue. His tongue flicked and teased whichever bud he felt like stimulating which became too much for her. Too much for her aching core to go on without it being satisfied personally. Deirdre lightly pulled her chest away, her nipples probably thankful for a break, to look down impatiently at her admirer.

Jacob looked up. "What does that look mean?"

"What do you think?" Deirdre huffed, obviously not amused by him trying to be coy about what he promised. Despite almost cumming from her tits being played with.

"Oh. That's right." Jacob straightened up and started unbuckling his belt. "Try not to make too much noise, Bambi. I don't think you want anyone hearin' us."

She had almost forgotten they were in a parking lot. "I'm not that loud."

"You underestimate yourself."

Before Deirdre could respond, Jacob had used his strength against her to pull her out the van to position her onto her stomach across the backseat. "What the--!" Deirdre's oncoming protest was cut short when Jacob grasped her thick, wavy hair with one hand and teased the damp spot on the seat of her shorts with the other. "This is how I want you", Jacob stated as he slid up her top to expose her back. "God I love seein' you like this, Bambi." Deirdre was never sure what Jacob meant by that. Did he like how "submissive" she looked under him? She didn't do "submissive", but Deirdre would be lying if she didn't feel Jacob's cock the best in this position.

Jacob unbuttoned and unzipped Deirdre's shorts, slid them, along with her panties, over her full hips and round ass, down her legs to expose her aching wet pussy. Jacob's scarred pale hand smoothed over the dark brown skin of Deirdre's backside and groped the supple flesh. She heard a slightly sinister chuckle as she felt one of her cheeks being moved to the side, revealing how aroused she really was. Jacob took in the sight before him. Deirdre's dark, outer lips were spread open, the no longer hidden pink flesh was glistened by the semi-transparent, milky-colored slick; lazily dripping down to the woman's swollen bud. Gliding over her enticing entrance; ready to take him in. The open air wisping against her heat reminded Deirdre that the two were still in a parking lot; almost open to any onlookers curious enough to see how vulnerable she was. Something only for Jacob to see in their most private moments.

"Don't just stare at it", Deirdre softly chided, feeling way too exposed. "We don't have a lot of time--!" She was cut off by Jacob inflicting a quick strike to her ass with a yelp which she hurriedly choked down. "I know what I'm doin' Bambi", Jacob hoarsely assured as he soothed the dull stinging spot of his lover before giving her another strike. Deirdre stifled yet another lewd cry. She didn't completely hate this sort of thing; it was kind of exhilarating, but Jacob was pushing it, almost making Deirdre alert other people to what they were up to. "They can wait on us for a bit longer." He soothed the spot that was now too tender at the moment.

"But lemme at least get a quick taste."

Jacob knelt down to the level of Deirdre's pussy, carefully "closing" the van door on himself to shield them from any potential prying eyes. Before Deirdre could really process anything, the flat of Jacob's tongue delved in between her sodden folds, taking a moment to appreciate the initial tang of her nectar. A delighted, but choked down, gasp was rightfully earned. And with that, Jacob slightly maneuvered his head so that his tongue dragged along Deirdre's slit, from her clit to almost her perineum, bringing out a soft, shuddering mewl. Deirdre's core was practically thanking her as she felt her beloved's tongue trace and tease the heated pink flesh, alternating special attention between her aching bud and hole. As the Soldier laved up her savory juices, Deirdre tried to push her hips towards Jacob's face to get more of his mouth to devour her. She knew this sort of thing shouldn't be rushed, but the mix of absolute ecstasy of Jacob's tongue graciously exploring familiar territory and the tempting thrill of being caught was making Deirdre bold. Noticing this, Jacob pulled away, earning a lamenting sob as he wiped off his mouth and red beard. "Don't pout. I'll get my fill of you when we get where we're goin'." The sound of a zipper coming undone reached Deirdre's ears, making her heart race and bringing back the aforementioned goosebumps.

"Is this what you wanted, Bambi?"

Deirdre felt something hard prodding at her entrance. It's head gathering wetness. "Yeah. Just do it already", she keened, bucking her hips back. "Make me feel good, Jake."

"As you wish."

The pair both groaned as Jacob fully pushed his length into Deirdre's well. The initial feeling being filled and engulfed always had them take a few seconds before either one of them could give the okay to start. Despite going to bed together many times and being very aroused, Deirdre always had to adjust to Jacob's size. All 7 inches of it.

"You--fuck--you okay?" Jacob struggled to get out as her tight heat squirmed around him.

"Yeah", Deirdre huffed, moving her hips to prepare herself and to tease. "You can move now."

Her word was all it took. Jacob started with a few shallow thrusts and went on at a steady pace. Deirdre quickly became enraptured by how his veiny cock massaged her insides, head rubbing against her few sensitive spots, making her let out pleased, strangled noises in a short repeated rhythm every time Jacob's hips struck Deirdre's ass. Feeling where his blue eyes were locked onto, she now knew why Jacob liked her in this position. Along with the rest of her voluptuous form, the way Deirdre's ass bounced against his crotch was mesmerizing. Her soft, plush body was perfect for his rough, calloused hands. Especially when they gripped her waist. "Your curves are amazin'", Jacob grunted, quickening his pace. "God, you're so tight." His comments had Deirdre's stomach tighten, resulting in her clenching around his length. The sound of her wet pussy being thoroughly fucked, the lewd slapping of skin, and groaning filled the van. Which was a nice change from bad, staticky songs on the radio and the younger brother's condescending words over the walkie-talkie. Just them enjoying each other for the moment.

"Oh there, Jake!" Deirdre cried when she felt a surge run through her body when Jacob's head finally hit that one spot she was waiting on.

"Yeah?" he panted, still somewhat focused on how good he was being stroked.

Deirdre proceeded to throw her hips back, meeting the apex of Jacob's thrusts in order to get the point across.

"Oh fuck Dee!" he griped, using one hand to hold on to the top of the van door's threshold to steady himself.

"Too much?"

"No...it's just right."

Jacob went along with Deirdre's request, going at a faster, harder pace pinpointing her sweet spot. All that came out of the woman was breathy moans and broken pants as her body struggled to keep up with his rutting due to the tell-tale pressure building within her heated core. This had Deirdre try to cling to any type of composure she had left in order to not completely lose herself in ecstasy by not being as loud as Jacob claimed her to be. She clutched onto the edge of the seat she was laying out on and biting her bottom lip to bite back the sweet noises Jacob loved hearing. "You 'bout to cum?" he drawled hotly as one of his hands left the top of the van to slowly run up her back between her shoulder blades. "It's okay. I'm gettin' close too." Jacob's assurance had Deirdre's inner muscles tighten around his cock more to work towards her climax faster and thankfully, it didn't take long before she felt that indicative coiling tension increasing. The woman was reduced to a moaning mess with only her beloved's name spilling from her lips due to the unrelenting tempo assaulting her sweet spot.

"Cum for--shit--cum for me" Jacob urged, gripping her hips tighter. "I know you want to, Dee."

That did it. The coil in Deirdre's gut came undone. Eyes rolling back briefly as shockwaves racked her body with her walls spasming and contracting around Jacob's cock. A shuddering, relieved sigh reached the Soldier's ears, signaling to him that he did his job in satisfying his lover and that it was time for him to reach his peak. Jacob ramped up his pace once again, making the van shake a bit due to the force applied to it. He returned one of his hands to the van's threshold as some sort of attempt to keep him and it steady.

"God fuck--that's it…!" That was all Jacob could muster when he let go of the van, not caring if it moved anymore, and grasped Deirdre's hair once again as he gave a few more powerful thrusts before he completely buried himself deep and painted her insides. Jacob caught his breath as he slowed down and waited for his vision to clear. Deirdre gazed back at the redhead seething as in response to how sensitive his dick now was when he's pulling out. Her brown eyes also seemed a bit clouded.

"You good, Dee?" Jacob panted, repeating what he asked from earlier while stuffing himself back into his pants.

"Mm-hm", Deirdre hummed lazily, slowly turning onto her back.

A last minute thought came to him. "Wait, did you take your--?" he began in a panic.

"Yes. Last week", she assured causally.

A short, relaxed sigh was heard. "Okay then. Well hurry and get inside before anyone sees and clean yourself up", he instructed, referring to the personal wipes in the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. "Unless you want folks to see you like this."

Not having the energy to give the usual response to Jacob's weird sense of humor, Deirdre did as she was told and shifted her body completely in the van.

"I'm gonna go to the gas station to see if they have any; what was it again?"

"Maropit--wait that's for dogs--dramamine is what you'd ask for."

"Of course. Stay put. I'll be back, Dee."

"Okay, Jake."

Before she knew it, Deirdre was in Jacob's arms in the backseat "resting their eyes" despite knowing they would have to leave soon. There was no place the two would rather be before they started their new lives together.

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