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Omg can you write a blurb abt vinnie fucking y/n in a closet at a party during like 7 mins of heaven?

i combined this w another request so reader is also a famous actress and they fuck in a bathroom instead <3

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

If people had to describe you in one word, it was revolutionary. You had changed the face of the acting industry forever, your stellar performances along with your enchanting beauty had people wrapped around your finger and awards practically thrown at you from the whole world.

And all that leads you to some shitty party in North Hollywood. Your assistant and best friend, Jamie, had suggested it for you to have some fun and a form of escape from your cramped schedule.

Usually you would be happy to go, you were the life of the party after all. But this wasn't some high profile party full of interesting faces, this was some shitty TikTok party you were supposed to make 'connections at'.

Bullshit.

Jamie just wanted to get drunk at a frat boy-esque party and drag you along.

So that's exactly why you were shuffling along the crowded hall with a Corona in hand to the nearest escape, and that happened to be a door at the end of the hall.

You enter the room and shut the door behind me before you hear the dreaded call of your name,

Shit this room isn't empty.

"Ahh this is who I was talking about!" Jamie states before dragging you to the group where everyones in a circle.

"Holy shit your y/n right?" A blonde boy with piercing blue eyes asks you

"Yeah that's me" You respond simply

Jamie explains their playing truth or dare and you make small talk with the boy who you quickly learned is named Jack, catching the eye of someone else who walks into the room, he's a brunette wearing a black wife beater and black pants with some nice shoes. His outfit is adorned with a Vivienne Westwood necklace and rings covering his fingers.

He's dressed far too well for a guy.

His umber eyes meet yours and he sits directly across from you and it feels like the whole room goes quiet.

But it doesn't.

Your friend quickly snaps you back into reality as the game begins. It's calm at first, take your shirt off, do a dumb dance, tell everyone who your crush is, easy stuff.

But Jack's eyes twinkle with a dumb idea and when it's your turn to do a dare her eyes meet the brunette boy before the two of you,

"Hey y/nnnn" He draws out,

"I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Vinnie." He announced to the room while pointing at the boy who caught your attention earlier.

"Huh what?" Vinnie questions, he zoned out long ago so he doesn't really realize what's happening until Jack is pulling him up and Jessie is pulling you up, shoving both of you into a bathroom.

What the…

You get shoved into a cramped bathroom with the brunette and both of you stand at opposite ends just registering what's happening.

He rushes up to the door to open it but it quickly gets slammed on his face as he starts banging on it begging his friends to let him out, tugging on the door handle.

Whilst you, instead of helping, can’t stop staring at the way the boy’s arms flex across the door and how his hands basically engulf the handle.

Being famous has its perks but having relationships exposed to the public and therefore not being able to date or hook up without fears that it's for publicity is definitely not one of them.

But with this boy it’s different, he’s hotter than most of your co stars and definitely worth the risk.

After he surrenders to his fate he leans back against the wall opposing where you stand, against the sink.

His eyes rake over your body as he takes in your dress, its black and pink with no straps as is sheer in the middle with a tiny pink bow tying it all together.

You watch in interest and confusion as he basically eye fucks you with his head tilted to the side and hands deep in his pocket.

The room is filled with a tense fog until you finally break the silence, “So um what are we supposed to do in here?”

His eyebrow twitches up while looking at your addictive eyes, “Well usually people are supposed to have sex in here but we just met so I’m not gonna say that.” He ends his sentence with a chuckle.

“Yeah I dunno, tell me about yourself.” I ask but in reality I just want to hear him talk more to hear his voice

He trails off explaining to me what he does and simply things like that but instead my eyes trail down to his lips and before you know it he realizes and shuts up, much to your dismay, and pulls you close near his face.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he brushes his thumb over your lips. Before you know it, you're kissing him, your hands tangled in his hair. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the moment.

At first, you're hesitant, unsure of what to do. But as Vinnie deepens the kiss, you feel yourself giving in to the moment. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer as your tongues fight for dominance in each other's mouths.

The heat between you and Vinnie intensifies as the minutes tick by, and before you know it, Vinnie’s mouth and yours keep locking as you continue the make out session before Vinnie comes up with a stupidly hot idea.

His lips move downward to the crook of your neck as he sucks as you continue to whine and squirm under him,

His breathes are heavy and laced with Hennessy before he asks you, “Hey baby, can I fuck you?”

If you were acting smart you would say no, in fact you wouldn’t be doing all of this but you really aren’t that smart are you?

“Yeah,” You breath out before continuing, “But you only have seven minutes.”

"Seven minutes, huh?" he says, leaning in close. "That's not a lot of time."

“It’s a challenge, are you sure you're up to it?” You tease

“I should be asking you that, for the way I'm gonna make a total mess out of you by the end of this.” He laughs lifting you up to the sink counter and kissing you again as his hands ride up your thighs, bunching up your dress at your waist.

He moves closer to you rubbing his clothed cock all over your cunt watching you squirm and pull at his shirt in an attempt for him to understand to take his shirt off.

He gets the hint and pulls it off over his head and spins you around so he can press your stomach down into the cold tile of the sink counter.

He makes sure everything goes fast. Your friends are gonna be here as soon as the 7, now 6, minutes drain.

He’s pounding into you at a ruthless pace whilst you try your hardest not to say too much. He grips into your hair so he can look at the tears well into your eyes and he leans down to suck into your neck wine colored bruises.

His hands trail down to your clit making you jerk your hip as they make contact, he makes figure 8’s on them as your legs tremble, his hands work in a sweet symphony with his dick, providing you the most pleasure possible as you suppress your moans with a shit mouth.

His thrusts slow for a moment before slamming into you and before you realise your coming undone right before him in, 5 fucking minutes.

“Yeah good job, you did so well pretty.” He states pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he cums inside of you.

Fuck hopefully he doesn’t have an STD.

Both of you detach and fix your outfits before a pounding is heard on the outside of the door and your respective friends pull you two out.

“Y’know y/n I knew you were trouble, but I didn’t think you were ‘getting fucked in the bathroom by a stranger trouble.’” Vinnie states while leaning down to you and leaving with a wink.

You have a gut feeling this isn’t the last you're gonna see of him.

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roseblog-rog · 3 months

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She Actually Built a Shrink Ray…

(contains g/t mouthplay, g/t fearplay, and dubcon)

My best friend—Jamie—told me a while ago that she was working on a big project. After some prying from my end, she revealed it was going to be some sort of laser that would…do something with, like, atoms? And it would decrease them…I think? Maybe? When she started using science talk I kinda zoned out.

But she eventually dumbed it down for me, saying it would make whatever object it hits far smaller, which actually kinda made sense.

“So, a shrink ray? Like Honey, I Shrunk the Kids?”

“Yeah, something like that…but what the fuck are you talking about? Shrinking kids n’ shit??”

“WHAT??? YOU DON’T KNOW THAT MOVIE???? IT’S A CLASSIC!”

“Nah you made that shit up.”

For someone so smart she’s a complete dumbass. Or maybe it’s just not a popular movie…

Anyways, it’s not that I doubted her ability, per se, but I was highly skeptical about whether that was even possible. I mean sure, the idea of shit from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids being real was very intriguing…but could she do it?

That question was finally answered today when she sent me a text saying ‘HAZELLLLL COME OVER NOWWWW ITS SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT 😱😱😱’, and I arrived to her house only to be dragged to her lab where I found…well…a big laser. It really did look like something out of a movie, appearing very similar to Wayne Szalinski’s own creation.

This is where I am now: staring at the large machine, shock and some slight skepticism evident. “Is–is this…?”

“You bet your ass it is! Here lemme show you.” She ran over to a box containing several big red building blocks, taking one out and putting it on a stool where the laser was aimed. She then moved over to some sort of control panel and fiddled with some switches until the tip of the laser was glowing yellow.

I watched in awe; her genuine scientific prowess never ceases to amaze me. Still, I couldn’t help but make a remark. “Y’know, I honestly expected the beam to be red. Maybe some blue glow mixed in.” I smirk.

She glared at me playfully. “Well sooorryyyy it’s not exactly like your stupid obscure movie.”

We laughed as she finished activating the machine. She beckoned me to her side and we both watched as an actual laser was fired onto the building block, making it glow in a similar shade to the beam itself. My mouth then hung open in complete awe as I watched the once large block slowly shrink until it was about as big as a fingernail. She then turned off the machine, and we both went to look at the results. Sure enough, the block was intact, and I picked it up between my fingers to get a closer look.

Well holy fucking shit. The block was exactly the same aside from the now smaller size, and I could see Jamie grinning out of the corner of my eye.

“This is…this is, well, revolutionary.” I couldn’t believe she built this thing, still caught up in the shock of it all.

“Oh but thats not all! Put the block back on the stool.” She instructed, rushing back to the control panel. I could tell she was just as excited about this as I was, if her happy little bounces and giggles were any indication.

I placed the block back and returned to my position beside her, noticing the tip of the laser was now glowing purple instead of yellow. The process then repeated, only this time I watched the block grow back to its original size. Incredible.

“I still can’t believe you actually managed to pull this off…”

“You saying you doubted me?” She gave me another lighthearted glare. “Aaaaanyways, you ready?”

Ah. Right. Because I love and trust Jamie more than anyone, also seeing her capabilities firsthand, I volunteered to help test her machines as a human subject. Is there an ethical issue with this arrangement? Maybe, but it’s cool.

However…

While nothing bad has ever happened to me as a result of previous tests, Jamie has a tendency to…mess with me during the process. She knows her machines more than I do, therefore knowing exactly how to fuck with me. Like the time she built some sort of emotional amplifier, activating it whenever I laughed until I was quite literally pissing myself and breathless on the ground laughing. Or the time she built that stupid artificial spider drone—Jeffrey, the fucker—and kept making it crawl into my peripherals to scare the shit out of me.

I love her to death but she can be a real pain in the ass during tests, using my misery to fully test the capabilities of her machines. The sadist.

This time though…this time was different. I would be completely at her mercy, too tiny to do anything but accept whatever she does. It was…thrilling, honestly. Will it be scary? Probably. Will I get annoyed? Maybe.

But she wouldn’t hurt me.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever, let’s get this over with.” I sat down at the stool, and Jamie gave me a knowing smirk. I watched the laser—which was now pointed at me—start to glow yellow again, but despite the nerves I could never miss a joke opportunity.

“I am not missing the mall today.” I huffed and rolled my eyes, truly embodying my inner Amy. Jamie just stared at me with the most deadpan stare I’ve ever seen.

“I am so glad I finished building this so I don’t have to deal with your bullshit about this movie you’re so obsessed with.”

“Oh cmonnnnn. Youuuu loveeee meeeeee~” I taunted in my singsong voice. But at that moment she smiled and the machine was activated.

The feeling of the beam hitting me is…hard to describe. The best word I can think of is tingly. An almost soft and fuzzy sensation filled my body as I watched the world around me get bigger and bigger. It was one thing to see an object shrink, but a whole different experience to actually see the world grow while you get smaller. Tables grew taller, tools became gigantic, things that were once so close by slowly felt miles away. Even the stool I was sitting on transformed into more of an open landscape in my eyes.

After some time the world stopped warping around me, and I stood up to take in my surroundings. I was so familiar with Jamie’s lab, and yet it seemed like a completely new room from this perspective. I could notice cracks and rough edges around me with more clarity, notice particles of dust flying through beams of light. I glanced down from the stool and it felt like I was on top of a whole fucking mountain. This was absolutely insane, like h—

“Holy shit!” Jamie’s voice boomed through my ears, and I had to raise my hands to cover them from the vibrations that practically shook my whole body. My ears started ringing. A shadow now loomed over me, and looking up I could see Jamie towering above. From the look on her face, though barely legible due to the distance, she seemed to notice my more sensitive hearing.

“Oops, sorry Hazey.” Her voice fell to a calmer speaking tone, which no longer rattled my eardrums as I slowly lowered my hands. “I can’t believe that actually worked!”

I laugh, smirking. “Oh look who’s doubting herself now.”

She pauses for a moment, then speaks again. “I can barely hear you.” She chuckles. “That’s new.”

“Hey!” I pout, also noticing she’s cupped her hands. She lowers them down to the stool, and it looks like an offer to climb in. I accept, stepping onto her palm and balancing myself.

“Just don’t lift me up too—“ I feel her hands rocket up towards her face, and I fall over from the sheer force of it. Dark spots quickly faded in and out of my vision “…quickly.”

She chuckles softly. “Sorry about all this, you’d think I’d have thought about how to properly treat you with how much preparation I did.” I stood back up and met her eyes. They were huge, and I could really take in the rich shades of brown within her irises. “But speaking of you,” she left me standing on one hand while she moved the other to ruffle my hair with her pointer finger, “you are so fucking cute! You’re like a little speck on my hand!!”

I blush furiously, not used to being the short one. “Hey! I’m not that small!” Being in her hand I could see I was about the size of half her finger.

“Awwww poor wittwle thing~” She continued to coo and rub the top of my head. I hate the fact that it actually felt really good. Is this how she was gonna mess with me this time? Taunting me for being short?

“Stoppppp!” I whined through giggles, starting to melt at the contact but being unable to actually do anything about it. I already know my face is completely red. She knows me too fucking well.

Her finger starts to softly shove me around a bit, rubbing ever so often. I get a bit dizzy from the overwhelming tenderness of it all.

“Hehe! You’re such a fun little toy!”

That comment makes my mind and heart stutter, and I really start to take in just how powerless I am in this situation. I begin feeling a bit of wetness in my panties, but try to keep those thoughts at bay. As far as I know, Jamie isn’t interested in sex or anything of the sort. Besides, we’re friends. I’ll just enjoy the soft shoves and rubs and coos, that’s more than enough.

But then I notice that blush has crept onto her face as well, and she slowly smirks as her finger stops playing with me. She gently pinches the back of my shirt, lifting me up, and now I’m really helpless. I instinctively and slowly start to flail around to free myself from her grip, but to no avail.

I’m in front of her mouth now, and her lips are slightly parted. I can feel how heavy she’s breathing, warm air pushing out and brushing against my skin. Her breath smells nice, it’s honestly kind of soothing.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Sorry in advance.” With that being my only warning, she fully opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. She’s salivating a lot, and the realization of what she’s doing dawns on me.

“Wait! Wait wait wait wait!” She drops me onto her tongue as I beg and squirm, but no matter how much I try to crawl off of her tongue I cannot get any sort of grip. I keep slipping and falling helplessly as her tongue snakes back into her mouth with me on it.

“No no no no no please! Jamie!” But it’s too late. I’m fully inside her mouth at this point, her tongue now flipping me over to hold me down against the bottom of her mouth. I try to push myself out, but she’s too strong. I feel tears start enter my eyes.

“I don’t mean to scare you. I swear I’m not like…eating you or something. I just…” She trails off, and her mouth fully closes.

I honestly never realized just how dark the mouth is when closed, because it’s open whenever I look into mine. But now I get the real experience. It’s dark. Very dark. The air around me is also very thick and humid, the warmth of her tongue and copious amounts of saliva contributing heavily. It also smells completely like Jamie’s breath in here—I mean, obviously—but overwhelmingly so. I can hear her breathe through her throat from my position under her tongue.

Her throat. Right.

Well, she said she wasn’t gonna eat me…but what the fuck is happening then? Is this just another scare prank? Is she secretly a cannibal and just lied to make me struggle less? I’m at a complete loss.

I feel her moving around now, hear her searching through drawers for something. The vibrations of her footsteps ripple through the mouth, bouncing me between her wet tongue and the floor. As scary as this is, the warmth is comfortable, and the moisture surrounding me is actually pretty arousing.

Fuck, I’m trapped in my now-giant friend’s mouth and all I can do is be a whore. Typical, honestly.

I try to move again but I’m still being held down, and suddenly I hear Jamie stop searching. A breath of relief moves up through her throat and out her lips, giving me a brief glimpse of light before it is snuffed out once again.

I’m not even scared anymore, honestly. I’m just bored. This sucks actually. If you’re gonna scare me like this at least up the stakes.

I feel her move around some more until she sits down on what is either a couch or her bed. Regardless, I felt the bounce.

“Jamieeeeee!” I try to yell out to her, hoping she hears me from in here. “What the fuck is going on?!” I need answers and if nothing else I can try to get them.

“Just—! Please let me have this.” I’ve never heard her like this before, voice so shaky and desperate. I feel some fear creep back in, but this time it’s for her rather than me. “I need you, Hazel.” I’m still confused until I hear the familiar buzz of a vibrator.

Oh.

Oh shit.

She…this…huh????? I can barely process what this actually means before I hear moans reverberating up from her throat, the pool of saliva around me starting to grow. I can feel her body start to shake with arousal, also starting to notice her tongue snaking back.

I’m able to stand up now, but it takes extra effort with how soaked I am in saliva. It’s heavy and slick, almost keeping me down. I can feel my clothes completely stuck to my body, making it very obvious that I’m hard. My heart rate and breathing are also picking up, both from shock and the resurgence of my arousal from before getting put in here.

Then her tongue leaps at me before I can react, pushing me against her gums repeatedly as I squirm to break free. It’s bigger than my entire body, each lick completely drenching me in more gooey spit. As much as I should be disgusted, this sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s so warm and wet and comfortable, sending tingles of pleasure from my crotch throughout my entire body. Her moans pick up with each lick as well, and I truly start to realize just what she meant when saying ‘I need you.’

Her tongue quickly gets more frantic and suggestive, lapping my entire lower body from my feet up to my crotch, and I already feel incredibly sensitive and brainless as the motions continue. I can’t help but join Jamie in moaning. Instinct overtaking me, I remove my clothes as best I can while being bombarded with wet sensations. I manage to get my shirt and bra off first, and Jamie quickly notices what I’m doing as she focuses her tongue movements towards my now exposed upper body instead. This makes her moan even louder, if that’s even possible at this point.

My pants come next, and this takes some effort given how wet and sticky they are, combined with the fact that I’m still being licked mercilessly against a giant row of teeth. When the pants are lowered enough to reveal my panties, Jamie moves her tongue back down to my crotch. With one less cloth barrier, the overwhelming sensations are too much to handle, and I orgasm. I can feel my panties grow even wetter despite how soaked they already are. Jamie stops for a moment, taking in the taste of my leakage as it drips down my thighs and into the pool of saliva below me. Her tongue feeling me up as I continue to leak honestly feels so pathetic, and I can’t help but whimper.

Once Jamie finally realizes just what she’s tasting, she goes feral. Her tongue picks me up and shoves me over to her molars, placing me down carefully only to bite specifically at my pants and panties to rip them off. I’m finally completely naked. I’m then forcefully sent sliding towards her lips, pushed through so that my upper body dangles out of her mouth while my legs stay inside. She has her lips pressed tightly against my crotch, and she begins sucking on me while simultaneously licking relentlessly at my taint. It’s too much, sliding back and forth on her lips like this, grinding against such intense moisture, feeling that giant tongue absolutely lick me clean. I can’t think straight.

My vision is blurry in the light after having been in darkness for so long, but I can see Jamie vibing her clit. She’s shaky and wet, her frantic breaths pushing against my body as I rest my upper half against her lower lip.

I already feel close to a second orgasm, but then Jamie’s vibrator turns off. Her mouth opens wide, tongue licking her lips while I’m dragged along against her skin underneath. I’m then plucked up by my legs, dangling in front of her face. I am completely drenched, drop after drop of saliva falling down and hitting her body. We’re both breathing heavy, faces red. She looks at me, and from my upside down view I can see her smile before I’m sent down between her thighs.

Warm. That’s the first word that comes to mind. I’m shoved against her clit, and I immediately start humping. We’re both completely soaked so the grinding is smooth. Jamie’s moans from high above me reverberate through my ears, and I can feel her get wetter by the second. Her grip doesn’t let up, and she actually starts to rub me against her forcefully. She doesn’t need her vibrator now, she can just use me. I cum again, becoming even more slicked up as I’m slid up and down across her crotch. I can’t tell whether I’m more covered in her saliva or my cum anymore, I’m too brainless and soaked to process. She is in complete control of me; I’ve become nothing but her glorified sex toy.

She starts tensing, squeezing her thighs together tightly, and she quickly shoves me inside her hole. It’s a similar environment to the mouth but far more constrictive. Oppressive. Her walls push against me as I squirm and stimulate her, barely being able to breathe from her scent and moisture completely overpowering me.

Finally, she cums, and I hold my breath as I am once again completely drenched in her. I manage to get pushed out right in between her thighs, stuck pressed there until she unclenches. It’s all so much, so many new and euphoric sensations. I’m breathing heavier than I’ve ever breathed before, feeling like I might pass out at any moment. Yet I cannot stop myself from huffing her scent like my life depends on it, cannot slow my racing heart after everything that just happened to me.

When she unclenches, I do not go sliding down her thigh. Rather, I remain stuck there, practically webbed by the saliva and cum I’ve quickly become accustomed to being drenched in. Strings of fluid connect me to her other leg. I want more. I can get an explanation later, I just need to be back in her mouth again. Back inside her. I already feel myself start to dry up and I whine, trying to squirm out of the adhesive I’m trapped in.

I hear a breathless chuckle from above as I am carefully ripped from my prison, once again left dangling in front of Jamie’s face.

“Wow, so d-desperate for more? I g-g-guess I was right. You are a fun little toy.” She stutters and takes deep breaths as she speaks, likely just as brainless from pleasure as I am.

“P-please put me back in your mouth. I need—I need to feel your tongue again.” I blush furiously at the plea, already feeling myself ready to cum again. This is so fucked.

“Of course, Hazey. Anything for you.” And with that, Jamie opens her mouth and drops me inside once again.

Feeling the warmth of her breath and saliva is a comfort I could never take for granted. Her tongue is gentler this time, hums of approval ringing from her throat as she savors every taste of me. I let myself relax for a bit as she feels me up, catching my breath while still feeling highly aroused from the licking. Once my heart rate is under control, I slowly stand and wrap my body around her tongue as best I can. I then begin to thrust myself into it over and over again, my cock sliding against the impossibly warm and slick surface. It feels amazing.

A chuckle sounds from Jamie’s throat as I hump, and I feel her body rise as she begins to—presumably—clean up. I’ve gone from a sex toy to a simple form of stimulation for her mouth. A thing to mindlessly flick around and play with while she goes around and focuses on other tasks. The thought makes me blush ever so slightly more.

I feel myself get close to a third orgasm, but her tongue quickly goes back to overpowering me, pushing me towards her molars once again. This time, however, she bites down on me. Not enough to injure or kill me, but enough to keep me trapped with just enough pain that I still feel good. My lower body is facing her tongue, but I cannot see what it’s actually doing. From the feel of it, it doesn’t seem like she’s doing anything to me anymore. Is she just going to leave me here? Prevent me from reaching the orgasm I was so close to? My train of thought is interrupted, however, when her tongue suddenly goes to fondle my crotch and taint. The surprise of receiving such overwhelming sensations out of nowhere makes me moan loudly, feeling myself just on the edge of cumming.

But. Then she stops again. Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

She repeats this process multiple times: fondling me by surprise only to stop just before I orgasm. No matter how much I try to squirm out of her teeth, how much I try to maneuver my arms to touch myself, it’s no use. I quickly become brainless and whiny, eventually deciding to cry out pleas for her to let me cum.

After enough begging, she finally relents, licking me once again but this time without stopping. I’m still trapped under her molars, but I thrash around wildly as I’m finally able to let myself go all over her tongue. I all but scream as the feeling fills my body. I don’t care how embarrassing it may sound, all I can focus on is releasing my pent up pleasure all over her. I feel each burst of cum exit me, all of which bringing more and more pangs of overwhelming euphoria. More and more pathetic sounds. I feel elated. Wet, shaky, dizzy, and elated.

As I come down from the climax, her teeth let me go. I look at my body to see massive red teeth marks across my chest. Woah. I try to stand up, but I’m so shaky and filled with pleasure that I immediately fall over. Her tongue takes that as an opportunity to pick me up and bring me towards her lips. Her mouth opens and I am released once again, only this time her tongue slowly angles down so that I slide off into her cupped hands below.

She holds my small and soaked body tenderly as I regain my senses, raising her hands so I’m at eye level. I look at her face and am shocked to see tears falling down rapidly.

“I’m sorry Hazel! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m s—“

“Hey hey hey! I’m okay! I don’t know what that was, but I feel fine. Good, even!” I try to comfort her, sitting up and gently rubbing her palm with my hand. “Although, I would like to ask…why? Why did you do all this?” Sue me, I wanna know.

Jamie sniffs, the tears not slowing down. “I—I—I’m in love with you, Hazel.”

I freeze, and for a moment my heart stops. I say nothing, and she continues.

“And—and I was too afraid to ask you out or admit my feelings because you’re so…” She looks closely at me now, eyes filled with stars at the sight of me. ME?? “…you. I’ve loved you for a while now; your smile, your voice, your authenticity, your laugh, your jokes, your absolute beauty, even your stupid fucking movie obsession.” I wet chuckle at that, feeling tears falling down my eyes as well. “You are the only person I ever want to love, Hazel…and I ruined it. I got too desperate. I used you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I stand up now, and gesture for her to move me closer to her face. She complies, and once I’m close enough I rush to hug her cheek. I really start bawling now, so overwhelmed from the affection.

“I—I’ve loved every moment spent with you, Jamie! You’re so fucking smart and funny and sweet and an absolute dumbass. There isn’t a part of you I don’t want to cherish. I…I love you too.” I manage to get out through sobs, feelings I had no idea were there finally coming up to the surface. “To be honest…I didn’t think you’d ever want to be with, well, someone like me.” I step back from her cheek now, wrapping my arms around myself in a pitiful hug.

Jamie bends her head forward, pressing a giant but soft kiss onto my head as I cry. “Oh, Hazel…you know that doesn’t bother me. I mean shit, I watched by your side as you slowly become the person you’ve always wanted to be. It’s admirable! You’ve become so much happier and genuine with yourself. So much prettier. How could I not love you?”

I full on wail at that, and she presses me close to her chest as I sob. The rhythmic beats of her heart slowly calm me down, and my breathing eventually begins to level.

“Do—do you mean that, Jamie?” I clutch her shirt as I brace for the inevitable ‘Just kidding! You’re gross!’

But it never comes.

“Every word, Hazel. I want to love you for the rest of our lives.” She gently takes one of her hands to rub the back of my head as I quietly cry into her shirt.

“So do I.” I manage to get out, and I feel her heart stutter ever so slightly.

“You mean that? Even after…what I did?” Jamie sounds nervous, just as afraid of rejection as I was. But she never has to worry about that. Not with me.

“I do. I really mean it. I could never hate you or leave you. I never want to spend a moment without you in my life.” I press a kiss onto her chest. “Besides, I was into it.” I full on laugh and Jamie can’t help but laugh too.

“Oh and I’m the dumbass?” She holds me even closer to her body, seemingly never letting go any time soon. Good.

When we both stop crying after a while, Jamie is the first to speak again. “So…do you want me to grow you back to normal size?” From a nearby window, I can see it’s dark out now. I am exhausted.

“Can…can I stay like this for the night? Sleep on your chest?” It was an embarrassing request, but I knew she wouldn’t care. She would probably tease me a bit though.

“Awww! You are adorable!” Speak of the devil. “Of course you can stay small tonight…though I think I accidentally swallowed your clothes.” I chuckle at her guilty expression, and resolve to just stay naked to sleep…as long as I can dry off first.

After we both get ready, Jamie lays down in her bed, and I rest in my position next to her heart, her hand serving as a blanket for me. This was an absolutely confusing and…surprising start to our relationship, and I had no idea what the days ahead would bring, but I knew we would figure it out.

I smile as the warmth of her body and pulses of her heart lull me to sleep.

Shoutout to my wife @flowers-but-gay for being my smart dumbass and describing how a shrink ray would potentially work only for me to dumb it down 😭

Also shoutout to Eve @specksizedgoddess for brushing the dust off my g/t kink and getting me back into writing

#(ro)s(e)mut #hazel & jamie #i am actually the most normal ever #g/t #g/t mouthplay #g/t fearplay #giant/tiny #nsft #g/t nsft #dubcon

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theirrepressibleheiress · 4 months

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Hi Tumblr

I have like half an idea at best of general etiquette and what I'm doing! I'm Fern (she/they/fae/it) and I got convinced to make this account mostly to find more excuses to talk about Fallen London, though there's a chance other non-FL stuff will sneak in.

I've drifted in and out of FL but I've been playing since (checks notes) 2016 holy shit! I first got into the universe from Sunless Sea being available for free for a weekend and fell deeply in love with it from there - I've played FL, a lot of Sea and Skies both, and a fair bit of Mask of the Rose.

I had an alt who went NORTH, a few years ago. (Which is kind of a wild thing to say, now that I think about it. I really have been playing this game for forever huh.)

Please ask me about the Heiress or just anything at all FL-related - I got talked into making this account mostly so I'd have more of an excuse to do that.

Really I should stop overthinking this, post it, get food, and then go find some cool art and/or writing to reblog later.

A brief overview of The Irrepressible Heiress (they/them)

Did Ambition: Nemesis, made several Choices in its doing, regrets only a handful of them.

Is a Paramount Presence, as of a few months ago!

Known Revolutionary, complete with Takes:tm: about the Liberation of Night, among other things.

Is someone I've been slowly figuring out as they've gone from just being "me, but in game" to an actual character in their own right.

Profile is here: https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20Irrepressible%20Heiress (Ambition spoiler-free)

#fallen london #pinned post #I have at best half a clue of what I'm doing at any given time

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dr3amofagame · 1 year

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On the note of c!Dream and the Revolution and L’manburg in particular, I actually wanted to touch on another argument that I see sometimes that I’ve been thinking about lately re. L’manburg’s legitimacy. Because among some groups that are more L’manburg-positive, one take that I feel is decently common is the idea that L’manburg couldn’t be a government because it was only four, five, six people, that the size of the group meant that it was functionally incapable of the power attributed to it. In this, the assertion tends to be that because L’manburg is small, the power it holds is meaningless; it doesn’t have the power and provisions backing it that a regular “government” has, so L’manburg is fundamentally no different from a group of friends that believe in the same thing and therefore work together. The argument, here, seems to be that because the power of L’manburg as a government is manufactured, the power doesn’t actually exist in any meaningful way.

And the thing about L’manburg to me is that, well, the power being manufactured is...the point? Like. The whole point is that L’manburg doesn’t actually have jack shit to base itself off of, the whole point is that L’manburg is founded on a lie and writes itself into being treated as a legitimate entity through scapegoating other people in a story. That’s the reason why the mythos exists! The mythos needs to exist because it’s the foundation of L’manburg’s existence. Why does L’manburg exist? Because they were ~fighting against oppression~. Why does c!Wilbur have the power to do X, Y, and Z? Because if you’re opposing him you’re on the side of traitors and tyrants and enemies and get out of his fucking country. Just because L’manburg’s existing as a nation and government and what have you is illogical doesn’t prevent it from being treated as a legitimate country and government etc, because in the end people treated it as legitimate and therefore it had real power not only over its own land, but later on over how the entire server operated--see everyone being swept up in the elections, Manberg vs. Pogtopia, etc.

(What’s especially funny to me about this take is that in a lot of ways, it really reminds me of c!Dream’s opinion of L’manburg during the Revolution. Because while c!Dream definitely saw L’manburg as a threat in terms of the people who were declaring war against him, in terms of the...actual ideology? The whole government thing, “we’re going to be a separate server”? It’s pretty clear that c!Dream thinks that all of that makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER. He calls L’manburg a “delusional small part” of the server because from his perspective, what the fuck do you MEAN you’re a government now? What do you mean you’re a separate country--scratch that, what do you mean you’re a separate SERVER? Game rules? Whitelist? What the fuck?? You’re a group of people threatening violence because you have a grudge against me, not revolutionaries fighting a nonexistent oppressive rulership like holy shit I’ve NEVER EVEN MET YOU BEFORE? c!Dream approaches L’manburg’s shit as illegitimate and ridiculous and nonsensical from the get go, because yeah, I mean--they’re literally just a small group of people, not the government they claim to be or that they claim they want to form, or whatever. But things...don’t stay that way.)

Like the whole point is that in the end, it doesn’t matter that c!Wilbur shouldn’t have been able to stick a flag in a piece of land, declare it as his own, make all these arbitrary rules about who could or couldn’t go inside and what they had to do and declare himself leader over these people and leverage joining his little club to keep them from opposing him and use all of that to threaten conflict against a guy he literally never even met before. Because...he did! And with the mythos established, no one challenged that. L’manburg’s policies and power and legitimacy and leadership and what the leader could and couldn’t do were all based in literally nothing and that didn’t matter because people acted like it was a real thing, so it became real. c!Dream fighting against L’manburg and discrediting its legitimacy at the beginning is part of what gives L’manburg legitimacy because the revolution ends up being used as the foundational story that made L’manburg a Real Thing. The elections and c!Quackity challenging c!Wilbur by running against him when the elections were originally rigged ends up reinforcing L’manburg’s legitimacy as the elections become a Real Thing and the leader of L’manburg as established by the elections are a Real Thing, etc. As long as people buy into L’manburg, as long as it’s TREATED as a real entity, then it remains real because that’s what people believe (which is part of why doomsday and L’manburg like, dying required the people within it to become disillusioned w/ the country so they didn’t feel inclined to rebuild it again.)

People treated L’manburg as a real entity with real power, which gave it real power over people. Nothing should’ve been in place that allowed c!Wilbur to declare a rigged election, or c!Schlatt to execute the Red Festival, or c!Tubbo to create an extrajudicial army that put c!Phil under house arrest and would extend its influence outside of its own land to kidnap c!Techno’s pet and execute him. The reality of the consequences of L’manburg do not depend on whether or not it should’ve logistically had the power to back up what it was trying to do but whether or not people actually treated it like it did, and they did. Just because L’manburg shouldn’t have been capable of acting like a government doesn’t mean that people didn’t treat it as a government the entire time--from its conception to its death, L’manburg was given a lot of power and influence comparable to that of a government because of what was granted to it that allowed the leader of the faction to do a lot of things without challenge or argument “for the country” both to people within the country’s borders and outside of it, and this very real power and influence wasn’t challenged or disturbed because people believed that it had a right to exist.

YES L’manburg was manufactured! YES that power didn’t make any sense! YES the legitimacy that L’manburg had as a government entity was basically a fucking crapshoot based on jack shit, and yes it had real power anyway. At the end of the day L’manburg was always treated w/ a level of power and legitimacy beyond just being a Group Of People, and therefore that power and legitimacy became real. L’manburg was a government because people treated it as one. L’manburg was powerful and legitimate and free and independent because that’s what the story said, and everyone believed the story, and that’s what’s important moreso than the logic of whether or not it had enough people to actually “be” a government in the first place.

#c!dreamisms #c!dream and the revolution #c!dream #dreblr #lmanburg critical #c!wilbur critical #<- i guess #listen lmanburg was bullshit its power was bullshit and the mythos was bullshit #that doesn't matter #the manufactured nature of lmanburg is the point !!#that's why the mythos of lmanburg was necessary in the first place!#that's what necessitated the tyrant-revolution-hero-and-villain schtick #lmanburg legitimized itself on the back of the story that c!wilbur wrote #anyway this is a mess but yeahhhh fuck lmanburg god bless

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Desmond as the plague doctor in AC? Like, he time traveled, and really was just done with everyone's shit. Also, he's burnt to a crisp, like he fell into a fire and shriveled up like a prune. So he kinda needs a good disguise to hide... everything. So he steals a plague doctors mask and robes to hide in plain sight.

Then people start coming to him with money and wounds. They tell him that they've been told to do 'blood letting' and they need him to do it, which makes Desmond fly into an explanation that "no that's really dumb, what he needs is water and clean bandages. The fuck makes you think losing more blood would make it better?' and eventually, when his 'crazy' ideas actually begin to work, people start to come to him for more life threatening things. And eventually he becomes known as a miracle worker.

Then Ezio stumbles across him...

Let's just say, shenanigans ensue

This ask reminded me of @wolfofartblock’s idea of a plague doctor!Desmond AU and I think they would work well together?

Like, it would definitely be shenanigans to the highest degree if Ezio stumbled across him wounded and in need of dire medical attention and it’s not like Desmond could freaking not do anything.

After that, Ezio starts becoming a regular, less because he was interested in these so-called ‘revolutionary’ medical practices that ‘has gotten a lot of doctors’ metaphorical feathers ruffled’ which was interesting, yes, but what was more interesting was that he saw what was hidden behind the mask and that’s why he keeps coming back.

To catch another glimpse.

All the while, Desmond just wants to stay under the radar but, goddamn it, it was becoming harder and harder to do because he cannot, in his good conscience, let all these ‘bad takes’ continue as it meant people would not be getting the proper care they needed to heal and not die.

At some point, Desmond would have to start writing about his methods in hopes that it would be enough to finally get all these hoity-toitis to finally be better in giving medical care.

Then, then… because of a series of events that includes a lot of people wanting to learn from him, Desmond accidentally becomes a teacher and he can’t really teach in random places so he opens up a small clinic that turns into an unofficial medical school and, at this point, Desmond is also trying to learn actual medical shit because he’s skating by using what he remembers and common sense available to a 21st-century dude like him with the added benefit of remembering some of Shaun’s rants of the many, many ways Ezio could have died by going to the doctor but that’s no longer applicable as his ‘students’ are asking questions and… and…

And…

Holy shit.

Was he an actual doctor now?

Was he an actual instructor???

What. The. Fuck.

#desmond wanted to retire #ends up being an actual doctor #AND medical instructor #our boy cannot take a break #at least no one is shouting “witch craft!!!”#uuhhh #this will probably end up as #ezides #so no usual tags #ask and answer

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hoverboards-and-dragons · 2 months

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What song do you think would be the Forbidden Fruits “anthem” so to speak?

Interesting question! I don't think I really have one that plays into all the aspects I like

I can talk about some inspirations if that helps

Edit: holy shit this got long hey Anon uh, hope- hope this is somehow what you were looking for lol

You're in the Band is where a lot of Eve's character came from, mostly the mix of her motherly and rebel traits,

as well as Stick It to the Man and its reprise, with the idea of three Biblical villains coming together after being stuck with the ridiculous and impossible task of fighting God and empowering each other to be more than just a speed bump, to inspire hope of reclaiming justice for themselves when they only existed in stories to be crushed by those unimaginable odds

Only with the power of friendship and teamwork can God be killed is what i think the point of forbidden fruits is actually (not really its more about resistance than overcoming, whittling out your own little corner for those who can't fit the mould and how what seemed like a hopeless stand can suddenly become possible when you arent doing it alone, and how just maybe thats enough, you don't to be able to overcome them completely, surviving when the world wants you dead is revolutionary and disrupting by itself)

Oh, Symphony by Clean Bandit and I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry, its all of them about each other, their world was perfect and simple and boring until they found each other and now its messy and broken and beautiful; very especially about Lilith and Eve discovering wlw after being made for Adam, parallels and comparisons with the interspecies part of Lucifer's inhumanity falling for and being loved by the first humans (choices being artificially limited for an agenda, lines being crossed and the discovering of countless hidden possibilities, exploration of the self through forbidden paths etc)

This is a weird one but Won't Be Slain Here by Musiclide, hear me out, this is the eternal debate between Heaven and Hell; This is an extremely complicated and nuanced situation, There are only two sides and to pick one is to declare war on the other

Its in the manipulation, the desperation

They are painted as monsters, they have done monstrous things, they were put in awful situations, Heaven is calm and collected and helpful, it can afford to be, it will abandon you when it can't and hell will be all you have anyway

A different ruler of hell takes each chorus before joining the backing vocals of the next, they all have the same story anyway, the same point to make in different fonts, each one is more aggressive than the last, Heaven refusal to change keeps bring it more and more enemies, and their threat is mounting into something substantial and dangerous as they find each other

Heaven has countless justifications, Hell only has one that gets repeated and layered ad nauseam but is not refuted

#yes i am queer trans and neurodivergent how could you tell?#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel eve #hellaverse #forbidden fruits #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel forbidden fruits

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lucienne-thee-librarian · 2 days

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Honestly, the thing that's driving a lot of the annoyance and frustration towards Taylor Swift...I might get killed for this but fans?? It's your own fault. Yours and now the hype she has built herself are to blame imo. Nothing she's been criticized for afaik, whether its mid music or dating KNOWn racist shitbags (yes, even the private jet usage. Other celebrities do in fact do that too) is particularly unique to her. But it's the like. Holy serious way she's treated that really puts me and other people I know over the edge tbh.

If y'all didn't act like she was this master wordsmith and composer and no one has EVER done it like her, if she herself hasn't fully begun to play into the idea of her own LORE *hork* then I for one wouldn't be half as annoyed about her as I am fkdjdksms.

I won't even act like I've never enjoyed her music or I haven't even thought she's made a good song or two. But acting like she's doing anything revolutionary or deserving of THIS level of success, to the point her constant and obvious milking of her own fans for even more money (not just Taylor's version but all the million "different" covers and re-releases. Y'all are paying for NEW COVERS.) Gets waved off as a girlboss move??? Fuck outta here.

Idk, I just think if you're gonna get away with that you've GOT to be a truly world class talent or else it's too annoying to take seriously.

Pink Floyd could get away with making a damn movie about their own album because they're Pink Floyd. But also they had shit to say that was actually interesting (and about not just themselves. About society and WWII. Whatever you think of it, and there is plenty to criticize there too, was SOMETHING SERIOUS) and said in a unique way. That's just one example fjskaksj but anyway. Yeah

Oh and calling her a gay icon of any sort when Lady Gaga our out bi queen, did stuff a million times more provocative than anything Taylor has ever done, made out with a diesel dyke in the same music video where she rode off into the sunset with Beyonce holding hands after killing a diner full of people, and was constantly and loudly supporting the queer community back in the 2000s when she got protested big time for it?!?!? When it was ACTUALLY still somewhat of a risk to do so instead of the thing every halfway PR savvy celebrity tries to do to seem enlightened??? It's insulting lmaooooo

(Janelle Monae has written entire albums of amazing bops and talked about their queerness and race in them, but who cares about that I guess. Sorry I'll die bitter that Dirty Computer was so underrated. And Age of Pleasure too tbh)

#Anyway Tswizzle 'hate' out of my system back to regularly scheduled programming

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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Sevika normally is possessive and easily jealous, as a yandere? Holy shit get ready to die

These are just some of the yandere hcs I have (ty @master-sass-blast for the help). If there's any you want me to expand upon/add, let me know, they're probably in the next batch! This starts as soft yandere sev and she becomes more of an asshole as it goes. Please be wary of the tags!!

Mutuals please look away, this is depravity in it's final form<3

Warnings: MDNI 18+ NSFW, Noncon/dubious consent (just in case, this section is marked, if you think this will trigger you please don't read!), gaslighting, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, toxic relationships (please don't let anyone treat you like this), manhandling, vaginal and anal sex, squirting, rimming, noncon bondage, brothel reader for the first part

Sevika doesn’t emotionally connect with a lot of people so when she finds someone who loves her and then starts to love them just as much, probably more, she’s not going to let them get away.

She probably cut off the idea of love or getting close to people at an early age. As she was growing up she witnessed families, maybe even her own, be torn apart by enforcers or just the rough life of the Undercity, instilling the belief in her young mind that it wasn’t worth it to have people to care about. The poor social framework of Zaun wouldn’t help provide a healthy example of relationships either. The enforcers wouldn’t care to intervene in domestic disputes, abuse within families was probably considered normal, and Sevika most likely wasn’t immune.

So as Sevika grows into a young revolutionary, any kind of connection is kept professional. If she needs a stress reliever, she goes to the brothel or snags a one night stand from the bar (while being very clear and very firm about the no-strings-attached situation). She’d never take anyone to her apartment either, lest they try to stay beyond their welcome.

Maybe it’s the lack of physical or emotional connection in her life that makes her fall for the loving touch of one of the brothel workers. Maybe you have a certain softness to you that draws her in like a magnet, so contradictory to her that it makes her wonder how you survived this long on your own. All of the other workers she’s had before you were head over heels for her, professional, of course, and quick to pick up on her likes and hard limits, but you were the only one that didn’t have a slight tinge of fear that remained whenever she was around. That constant wariness was a reminder of what the situation was, of who she was, which was someone who was unlovable. Too monstrous for someone to have a genuine attraction to her that wasn’t accompanied with the thrill of being with the notorious brute or her unavailability. You, however, bathed her like a lover, like you had just been waiting all day for her to come visit you after work. Sex with you felt more intimate than anything she’s ever felt before. No matter the pace or her mood, it never felt like a transaction. It was the first time she’s been able to pretend this was something other than what it was.

Which led to the intense possession she felt over you. Sevika may not be touch starved, she’s have plenty of hands on her body and her hands on plenty of bodies, but intimacy starved?

No one was brave enough to caress her hair so lovingly, or kind enough to massage her muscles with oil after a bath without her asking you to, or devoted enough to drop to your knees after she settles on the couch and rub her feet.

“You wearing those for me?” Sevika looked smug as she took in the lingerie. Maroon, the color closely resembling the one of her cape.

“You told me to, my lady.” You replied teasingly, digging your hands into her shoulders in a spot that was prone to kinks. She had told you that the last time she came, when she took it upon herself to go through your drawers while you were recovering from an intense round of mind blowing sex. You were too out of it to mark her strange behavior, just barely able to hear her pleased comment about one of your sets.

“Just Sevika, now. It was just a suggestion. You can do what you want.” She’d been trying to break you out of the habit of using honorifics ever since her feelings for you started to grow.

“And I want to please you.”

Suddenly your clients stop showing up. No one hears from them again, at least not at The Gardens, and no one requests you except Sevika. You’re getting increasingly worried about if you’re going to have a place to stay next week.

During one of Sevika’s visits you break down, spilling all of your worries and tears onto her shoulder. You figure her lack of surprise is because she must have noticed how off you’ve been during the last couple of visits. When she rubs your back and offers for you to stay at her place, you’re beyond touched and the blossoming crush on your end grows more.

…

Sevika could have started off as a normal girlfriend but she doesn’t get attached quickly and probably just thought you were a fling that wouldn’t last a week. You exceeded her expectations and now you had her twisted heart in your hands. Before, you were merely an accessory when you were out at the bar with her. Just someone she could mark up and use to keep her lap warm in between her turn at cards, decorating your neck in hickeys in an effort to satisfy the urge she has to claim someone as hers. If anyone messed with you, she’d fuck them up, leave them barely breathing but it was obvious she was trying to impress you with her strength. Now that she’s serious about you, though? She’s considerably more angry when someone stares at you too long. It’s not just showing off for you anymore, it’s something more, something possessive.

Sevika would eventually start restricting your freedom, slowly enough that you think she’s just being caring and protective. You fall for it and swoon as she asks you with sweet kisses to stay in the apartment until she gets off of work. That’s usually her excuse. Something’s going on at work and it’s dangerous for you, Silco’s second’s partner, to be without her. But it never ends, the threat is never taken care of and she gets pissy when you ask about it. She’ll appease you by taking you to the drop with her only if you promise to stay by her side, like she’d let you leave it.

If you try to suggest a new place you want to go, Sevika will frown and give you a sardonic “we’ll see.”

Your disappointment is visible in the way you deflate and she’s on top of you, giving you a kiss and telling you she has to make sure it’s safe first, has to know what kind of crowd hangs around that place, and who invited you there or told you about it. How do you know them? She has to meet them first.

She gets frustrated at your disappointment and lectures you about how you don’t understand, she’s more experienced than you and she knows what’s best.

Since you’re stuck in the apartment quite a lot, she does take pity and get you items of your request. It’s only when those items start interfering with your time together does she ‘forget’ them. For example, your romance novels. Your crush on the love interest makes her want to burn all of the books in the room. She’ll be silently seething as you cuddle to her chest, ignoring her and focusing all of your attention on words on a page. Once you run out, she tasks you with writing your own story of what you want her to do to you when she gets home. She will make you read it to her and she’ll oblige your wishes as long as you never think of anyone else ever again.

You’re engrossed in that book again. Those too clever eyes of yours flit across the pages, devouring the sickly sweet content at a rate faster than Sevika can keep up with.

She doesn’t make that much of an effort to stay on top of your book requests, in a way that’s completely purposeful. They take up too much of your time and as amusing as it was to watch your cheeks turn pink, knees curling in to subtly bring the book out of Sevika’s sight when you think she wasn’t paying attention, she began feeling neglected.

Anytime you tried to talk to her about your fictional crush she interrupted you with kisses, trailing them down your neck, chest, and stomach until you forgot their name. The plot of them never captured her interest and her face remained stoic while you tried to fill her in. It was all the same to her with little variation; a love story with a contrived plot, likely written by a piltie whose saccharine fantasies would never come into existence Topside let alone in the Undercity.

But, you loved them. And it kept you complacent and distracted when she offered them to you whilst softly ordering you to stay in the apartment for the next few days while she dealt with a fabricated threat.

“What’s happening now?” Sevika turned the book towards her with a finger on the upper corner, earning herself the annoyed glare she loved to see as long as she was the one putting it there.

“Are you asking because you care, or do you just want my attention?”

“Sugar, if I wanted your attention, my fingers would be somewhere else.” Like how she charged her way into your life, Sevika turned up the charm and had you in her lap within seconds, explaining your boring little book with a fixation she loved and wanted on her.

Sevika doesn’t tolerate anyone touching you but her. Anyone who flirts with you is getting the shit beat out of them in front of the bar. If they stare at you too long, she’s in their face and threatening them until she’s sure they won’t come back. If you were squeamish, she’d wait until you weren’t around to kill or maim them.

Sevika has a higher tolerance for you than she does for most people. However, if you keep pushing her after she gives you a warning she’s quick to put you in your place. She’ll take your face in her hand, make you look her in the eyes as she tells you it’s your last warning

In her mind, the only one who knows what’s best for you is her. She’s not going to let anything take you away from her, not even you. She wouldn’t be physically or outright verbally abusive but she wouldn’t be above manipulation and gaslighting.

When she’s on shimmer she’s far more aggressive. She wouldn’t hit you but manhandles, pushes you against the wall, and punches other objects. In her mind, it’s not abuse if it doesn’t physically harm you.

During one of your countless fights, you threaten to leave again and she crowds into your space, intimidating you with her size and telling you to repeat what you just said. Sevika will bully you with a mean tone, getting you upset until you cry and start apologizing and then she’ll lovebomb you. She’ll take you into her arms and hold you while you cry, telling you that you’re just tired and had a hard day (even though that’s impossible because she doesn’t let you do anything.)

“What did you say?” The backbone you grew suddenly disappears, abandoning you so that you’re left alone with your furious girlfriend.

“I don’t know, it was stupid, I was just-“

“Say it. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you said.” Her tone was harsher than you’ve ever heard it, at least when directed at you.

“M-Maybe we should take a break.”

Tears blurred your vision, the words about as shaky and unsure as you felt. Sevika takes in your shivering form and brings you to her chest where you start to cry, the affection you felt starved for now encompassing you.

“Baby, you’re upset. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

Sevika makes sure the idea of leaving her empties your mind by implying that no one’s stupid enough to help you leave (and in turn piss her off.) She will show just the right amount of vulnerability you’ve been begging her to show you, but then as soon as she gets what she wants it’s gone, proving that it was just for show.

Some of that vulnerability includes trauma dumping about her childhood, manipulating you by solemnly telling you she doesn’t have a lot of people in her life to love so she doesn’t know how to deal with it. The rare sight of her letting her guard down makes you think there’s hope for her, and you fall in the trap when she rests her head on your chest and lets you hold her all night.

NON-CON/DUBIOUS CONSENT

Let’s say the bloodshed and brute violence isn’t what bothers you. Sevika keeps you locked up more often than not, not letting you have any freedom unless she’s with you. She used to be okay with sending a group of her boys with you but after one had done some light flirting, she caved his skull in on the same counter top she used to make you dinner.

The apartment feels like a prison and you’re sick of it. You’re also smart enough to know you’d never get far if you tried to leave, so you approach the topic with her. You tell her that she’s suffocating you, that you expected more out of being in a relationship with her, that you’re bored. And she does not take that kindly.

“Bored? What’re we gonna do about that?”

No matter how hard you try to backtrack or apologize, the words are out and Sevika’s locked onto them like a dog with a bone. Your feet carry you backwards until you hit the wall yet Sevika still advances on you, slowly, like a predator. She doesn’t say anything else, just watches you stutter and shake and plead, anxious eyes staring up into her unreadable ones. She’s staring down her nose at you, a look you’ve seen her give others before very bad things happened to them and you’re so aware of her immense presence as she cages you in. Your words fail you as she caresses your face almost absentmindedly.

“Keep going. I like how you try and talk your way out of it.” She huffs a mean snort, so similar, yet vastly different to the one you just heard this morning when you told her a silly joke in bed. “Like that’ll change a damn thing that’s about to happen to you.”

You’re dragged to the bedroom and kept there for an insanely long time. Sevika works you open with her fingers first to wring several orgasms out of you. She switches between that and fucking you with her tongue, holding your hips down as you struggle, wickedly working that muscle until tears roll down your cheeks. You can never guess what she’s going to do next, evident by your gasp while she fingers you and moves her head down to tongue at your other hole, the feeling so wet and strange you’re not sure if you like it.

“Just changing things up. Don’t want to be too predictable for you.”

She’s still bitter over your words and fingers you harshly during her passive aggressive ones. The strap eventually comes out and she uses it until you’re nearly incoherent. The only break you have is when she goes to the other side of the room to pick a new toy to use on you, a plethera of tools you’ve never seen before that look downright torturous.

“I was saving them. I thought they might be a bit much for you so soon but hey, turns out I was just coddling you. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll keep it interesting from now on, promise.”

That night you discover Sevika is far more twisted than you thought. She likes you bound, spread open at her mercy in humiliating, painful positions. The bed is wet with your cum and lube from where she worked a butt plug into you, working you up enough to where she could use one of her smaller straps and claim you there.

After countless rounds, you eventually pass out from exhaustion. You could’ve slept a whole day. Sevika, though, is worked up from finally playing out her fantasies with you, those that she suppressed because she didn’t want to scare you or move too fast. So she wakes you up far too early to lovingly put you in the next position, shushing your protests with,

“No, no baby. I can’t let you get bored.”

Sex with Sevika is addicting. It’s how she ensnares you and makes you forget about your arguments or wanting to leave. She fucks you until you’re brainless, until the bed is sopping wet beneath the two of you. And if you squirt, Sevika’s going to get addicted to it and want to see it again and again.

“Sev- please-“ She rams into that spot again, hard silicone pushing that spongy button until a certain feeling hits you and you pause. “Sev I have to- I have to-“

“You gonna cum for me?” She pauses at your head shake. A hand grasps your chin to pull your head back to look at her leaning over you, normally cold eyes tinged with worry.

“I- I feel like I have to pee.” Your face heats but you manage to meet her eyes pleadingly. Your heart lurches at the widening smirk and you gasp as those hard thrusts begin again.

“You don’t. It’s okay,” Sevika cuts off your protests.

“Stop, Sevika please. Oh god-“

“God? Am I your god, baby?”

You sob into the pillow, face on fire from the humiliating sounds and wetness squirting from between your thighs.

“Please Sevika-”

“What does your pretty little pussy have to say about it?” Sevika slows her thrusts, emphasizing the noisy, slick strap. Her lips press against your cheek when you give an embarrassed whine, leaning back to croon in your ear, “Sounds like she’s asking for more.”

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