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fox-guardian · 8 months

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hey guys did you know that um. did you know. first of all did you know i'm losing my mind, secondly, do y'all remember in tma how when someone reads a written statement, they don't really Stop unless they're interrupted? and they read the whole thing easy cheesy, no issues with reading whatever words are there? like. jon literally could read french for a whole statement and was Fine. granted, that's Jon, but like nobody else struggled with pronunciations and whatnot (that i can recall)

presumably, this is an eye thing. either as employees of the institute, or because everyone there is just also eye-aligned in some degree (melanie had the ghost hunting show, the eye is fond of martin, etc)

and then there's tim in season 3 ep 86

[Sigh] Statement of… uh, Benjamin Hatendi… Hateendi? Regarding a… [papers rustling] a blanket. Dead friend. Monster. Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end. How he tried to hide. He couldn’t. Statement is from… 1983, March 2nd. And I guess… [long sigh] I guess I’m doing this one. Tim Stoker. Archival assistant… Archival prisoner at the Magnus Institute.

correct me if im wrong but i don't recall anyone struggling with pronunciations before this bit. but that's not even the biggest thing here, that's just a lil Taste, a lil Flavor.

note the phrasing there. "Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end." why would he say this when the written text on the statement says this:

Uh, right. Benjamin Hatendi’s account of… [rustling pages] oh for… a, a strange encounter. Er, statement date, March 2nd, 1983. Melanie King recording. Apparently.

"a strange encounter". that's it. nothing about an unavoidable death, just a "strange encounter". Tim Why Did You Say That.

why would our dear timothy bimothy, who is being pushed to the brink, who is becoming rapidly more depressed and losing hope, say this?

this isn't the only time he's said some weirdly grim shit tho (ep 104)

There was never really any hope for me, though, was there? This was how it was always going to go.

and then there's this bit from elias apparently having Looked into tim (also 104)

TIM All right, hit me with your X-ray eyes then, boss. What do you see? ELIAS Disruption. An unpredictable, angry man with nothing left but the desire to feel in some way revenged. TIM [Sarcastic] Ooh, terrifying! Surely only magic could have let you see so deep inside my very soul.

"nothing left" but the desire to feel revenged. and tim doesn't dispute this, because it's true.

when he first joined the institute he did so in order to look for answers about danny, but then he stopped seriously looking. and now that the circus is back, this is all the drive he has left. not looking for answers, just wanting revenge. closure. an end, if you will.

this is Literally It For Him. a couple lines later he suggests elias kill him, he's At The Breaking Point.

he is so tired, he's lost all hope, and he's saying all this grim shit about "unavoidable death" and "this is how it was always going to go" like hmmmm sounds familiar doesn't it. DOESN'T IT (<- is going insane)

(ep 11) [....] despite the rapid response of the paramedics and how much of his medical history I had immediately to hand, there was nothing I could do to save him. (ep 11) I have no responsibility to try and prevent whatever fate is coming for you. Based on my previous experience, such a thing is likely impossible anyway,[....] (ep 121) There. That was it. That was our fate; where we would always be.

hmmmm sounds a bit like oliver huh? everyone's favorite ex-accountant avatar of the end?? right??

but then there's this last bit i have from ep 86.

why did he stop reading the statement

Statement. “My parents never let me have a nightlight. I was always afraid, but they were ju–” Ugh, this is stupid.

why did he do that. again, correct me if im wrong but when else has someone just Stopped Reading like that without someone or something else interrupting them? why could tim just stop himself?

my theory is this: at this point, tim is completely gone from being aligned with the eye. he no longer seeks to know what happened to danny, he just wants closure. he doesn't wanna do any statement work, and he keeps mentioning these tidbits about hopelessness and the inevitability of terrible events, specifically death.

the eye isn't compelling him to read the statements like it does the others, because it doesn't have as strong a hold anymore. the grip is slipping from him. and by the time the unknowing rolls around, maybe it's lost him for good. maybe he finally fell into a different power he never meant to serve, and yet, he does.

and maybe. just maybe. because i'm so not in denial. but MAYBE. he did die in the unknowing. but maybe he got better.

basically end!tim truthers rise up, this is how end!tim kayaking with his bf oliver banks can still win, etc etc I'm Going Feral <3

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dolldefiler · 1 month

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[An alternative take on something I wrote before. Had half an hour to spare before I needed to disappear again. If I’m not getting railed by more coursework tomorrow, I’ll write a smidgen more :)]

C/W: Rape, obsessive love

God, why do you keep struggling? Can’t you see that I love you? Can’t you feel it? I’ll never let go of your hair. Have I ever told you how beautiful I think it is? How I love it long and silky like this? It’s perfect for-- stop fucking STRUGGLING-- for dragging you across the floor. If you only just loved me back, I wouldn’t need to do this.

Can’t you see that I’m doing this for your own good? Slap. God, I-I’m so sorry for doing that. I- you just need to understand. You’re just making it worse for yourself. Please. I’m begging you. Just let it happen. God, I’m sorry for slapping you so many times. Why can’t you see that you need it?

Why are you screaming? My cock was made to fit in your pussy. Please, I hate seeing you so sad. No, of course you don’t need foreplay. You were made for me. It should feel good even when you’re dry. G-god, you’re so tight. You’re so warm. You always feel so fucking good. Do you also feel good? Are you feeling it too? Why aren’t you saying anything? Answer me. ANSWER ME! Oh, sorry, was I choking you too hard? Is that why you didn’t say anything? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to beat you so badly and choke you so tightly. I needed to stop you from doing something silly. You understand, right? I love you.

I-is it wrong that it makes me throb seeing you cry and in pain like this? It’s not, is it? We all have our own little quirks. This is fine, right? You enjoy being hurt. I know you do. You must do. I want to be the only person that ever hurts you. I want to be the only person that ever pleasures you. Oh shit, I’m going to cum. Oh my god. Did you clench around me? Did you want me to cum inside you that badly? Why are you sobbing harder? Fuck. FUCK. Shit, that’s good.

I think it’s time for my second course. No, no, don’t cry like that. I swear it’ll be amazing, my princess. You’ll give up your most intimate hole for me. I just need to lube up your ass with your cunt- I mean, pussy drool and my cum… and… FUCKKK. Oh shit, you’re amazing. Your ass is fucking divine. Oh god, I can feel your butt vibrate around my cock when you scream. Are you doing that for me? To milk my cock better? You’re so thoughtful. But you’re getting a little loud. I said you’re getting a little loud.

Don’t you understand? SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. AND LET ME ENJOY YOUR ASS IN PEACE.

Thank you. I’m sorry for hitting you but you really deserved it, didn’t you haha? I love you more than the world itself. I’d never hit you for no reason. I-I just want what’s best for you. If I really wanted to hurt you… Well, you saw my tools the day I started looking after you, didn’t you?

Now just hold still while I-- Ugh, you’re so hot. It’s like your asshole’s stroking my cock with every thrust. I’ll go harder now. I’m sorry, sweetie, but I need it. I need to fuck your asshole harder. Shit, sweetie? Hello? Are you… did you pass out? Well, I’m sure you’d hate for me to stop on your account.

…

Oh SHIT, yes, yes, yes. Hello, my love, are you awake again? Why are you not saying anything? Why is your face twisted like that? You look like you’re in pain. Hello? I didn’t bother stopping because I knew you’d appreciate it if I carried on. You’re the best, you know? This is why I love you so much. God, wow, it’s like when you woke up, your butthole decided to drain my dick. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. FUCK, I’m draining my fucking balls inside your butt.

Hey, no, don’t cry. You can stop crying. Stop crying or I’ll fucking beat you again. You know I hate seeing you sad. It breaks my heart.

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pers1st · 1 month

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remembered

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

notes: this is so short ugh i hate this tbh but oh well, little angsty, mentions of injuries

You remembered every single trophy, every single victory, every loss, every draw, every team, every teammate, as you sat on the countertop of your kitchen, watching your girlfriend hum along to the Rosalía song playing over your speaker system as she stirred the pasta you had been cooking for a while now. Alexia was still wearing the sweats she’d worn on the plane back from the most recent champions league match, one that you had, once again, sat out for. With an ACL injury over two years ago and not a single minute back on the pitch due to the never ending list of injuries added to your knee since, you had sat out for a lot of matches. Every one of your teammates knew that it took a toll on you, but more than anyone, Alexia knew. She had seen you the very night of your injury, although it had happened during an international break. She had seen you cry and thrash in her arms, she had seen you when you’d gone into surgery and when you’d come out of it, she had seen every step of your recovery, had been present for every moment another doctor shattered your heart, she had picked up every broken piece of it and attempted her best to hold you together when you couldn’t. Still, you felt nervous to tell her. Still, you didn’t know how she’d react- whether she’d understand.

Alexia bled for football in a way few did - it was her whole life.

“What’s on your mind?”, she hummed, lifting her gaze from the stove as she looked over at you fiddling with the hem of her sweatshirt that hung over your body.

You shook your head.

“Not now, Ale”, you sighed. You had a plan for this. You had laid out every step of telling her how you’d announce the end of your career soon. However, one thing you hadn’t taken into account were your emotions, and how easily your girlfriend of five years could read them.

“You’re scaring me, amor. What’s wrong?”, she asked, her tone filled with worry and her eyebrows furrowed as she let the wooden spoon simmer in the pot, instead taking a hold of your hands, immediately stopping your fidgeting.

“It has nothing to do with you, Ale. Promise”, you murmured, taking a deep breath in to avoid your tears from falling, knowing that your girlfriend would abandon the food within seconds and force the words out of your mouth before you suffocated on them. But you had prepared Alexia’s favorite pasta with so much effort, wanting to welcome her back with something to make up for your lack of presence with the team recently, that you didn’t know whether you could take it.

“I don’t know why, but that’s making me feel worse”, she chuckled, squeezing your hands as she tried to find your gaze.

“I’ll tell you when we eat, okay?”, you asked, wanting to find a common ground with her and immediately, she nodded. That seemed to calm you, as you breathed a sigh of relief. Alexia understood that it was a serious matter, yet she didn’t push you. Maybe she’d understand that your knee had simply had enough. Maybe she’d understand that you had had enough.

The cartilage in your knee had, at one point, been down to only twenty percent, and through two very painful surgeries, the doctors of your club had been sure you’d be able to be integrated into the sport again. Yet, you had sought another conversation with one of the doctors who’d stayed behind in Barcelona, in the hopes of having some clearance on whether you actually would, at one point, play football again. The man had been insistent that this was a conversation to be held while more people, most importantly, your girlfriend was present, yet you had insisted on answers and had been told the one thing no athlete ever wanted to hear.

It’s very unlikely. If I were you, I wouldn’t push for it.

“All done, no?”, Alexia asked as she lifted one of the noodles from the pot for you to taste, gently placing it in your open mouth. You hissed at the heat in your mouth, yet you nodded.

“Sí”, you agreed, hopping from the countertop as best as you could, to take the plates from the table you’d already sat when she’d texted you she was on her way home.

After plating up the food, you took Alexia’s phone, shushing the woman’s protests as you changed the music to Taylor Swift.

“My monologue, my music”, you smiled, filling your girlfriend’s glass with water as you sat down across from her, taking a deep breath.

“Mi amor, you’re scaring me”, Alexia huffed, but you shook your head no, poking at your food for a second.

“I’m going to retire, Ale”, you started, missing how Alexia’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as she searched for words. Your gaze was fixated on your plate, not knowing whether you could look at her right now, whether you could take her disappointment. You had been through so much in the past few months (really, it had been years), your girlfriend’s disappointment wasn’t something you were particularly searching for. Still, you knew you would have to accept it as she remained silent.

“I saw the doctor yesterday. He said if he was me, he wouldn’t push it.”

At that, you looked up at her, practically seeing her wires spin.

“Screw him, bebita. He’s not you, he’s not an athlete, he’s not-”

“Ale, I’m tired”, you interrupted her, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You knew she wouldn’t understand.

“I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much. Every time I go again, it ends in pain and more time out and- it’s too much. I’m done, Ale. I’m done fighting”, you said in one breath, dropping your fork onto your plate as you pushed your chair back.

“Wait, amor!”, she exclaimed, and made her way over to you within seconds. You didn’t know whether she was going to yell at you, silently disapprove or try to change your mind, but you didn’t have the energy to fight her embrace as she tightened her arms around you, letting your head fall into the crook of her neck as more tears escaped your eyes.

“It's okay, mi vida. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Well, you certainly hadn’t expected that- her words in your ear only encouraged you to cry harder, to finally let go of all the weight on your shoulders as you sobbed into her shoulder. You didn’t have any way to fight the tears anymore, completely letting your guard down as you cried and cried. It seemed like hours, and if you were any more stable emotionally, you might’ve cursed yourself for letting the food get calmed, but if your girlfriend minded, she didn’t say as she wordlessly led you to the couch after what seemed like hours.

“Are you sure, bebita? I just- I don’t want you to regret it”, Alexia sighed, your hands in hers as she gently stroked your thumb.

“Sí, Ale. I’m sure. It’s going to suck, but I can’t cling onto nothing anymore. I need something to do other than wait for a potential comeback”, you spoke, your voice hoarse from all of the crying.

“Have you thought about this? Like, for long enough to be sure?”

You nodded. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the follow up appointment of my surgery”, you huffed in an answer.

“Amor, why didn’t you tell me?”, Alexia asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she held your hands, still intertwined with hers, closer to her heart. You could feel it beat through her hoodie.

“I didn’t think you would understand”, you mumbled, suddenly insecure about what you had been so confident in before. Alexia was one of the most empathetic, most understanding people you’d ever met- and although it had taken her a while to get the gist of your knee problems, and hours to research every surgery in detail, you doubted yourself now- if anyone understood the toll this has taken on you, it’d be the person who had been there for you through it all.

“Mi vida, I don’t know what it’s like, for you. But I’ve seen you in pain for such a long time. I just want you to be happy, and I thought that you would be happy once you were back on the pitch. That’s why I pushed you. But if that’s not what you want, I understand. After everything that you’ve been through, I will respect whatever you want to do. And if you don’t want to play anymore, we’ll figure something else out”, she spoke, her voice firm yet gentle at the same time. You couldn’t help but lean into her at her words, the weight being lifted off your chest at once.

“Thank you, Ale. Thank you so, so much”, you whispered into her shoulder, letting her hug you once more.

“Of course, bebita. I’ll always have your back. You’ve had an amazing career, and you’ll be remembered for that, forever. No matter what you do next, I know it’ll be great.”

After a short amount of contentment, Alexia spoke again.

“Although, you might give Jana and Bruna a heart attack”, she laughed.

“I know. I don’t know how the team will take it, in general”, you gave back. This was another thing that had been cursing your mind for a while now. After a great time with Lyon, you had finally come to Barcelona three years ago, wanting nothing more than to finally close the distance between you and Alexia. With that, however, you had found a new family, and people who meant more to you than you could ever explain. Despite your foreignness, and your teammates from the US constantly making fun of you whenever they could find a video of you attempting to speak Spanish, this group of women had taken you in and transformed this city into what you hoped to be your forever home. Even when for the better part of your stay in Barcelona, you had been sidelined, on the injury bench or in an operating room.

“Well, it’s not like you’ll be gone, no? You’ll stay here, with Barça.”

“Sí, I will. But I won’t be at training, won’t be at every match. It will be different”, you huffed. You had no clue what you would do after your career- an after-football never having existed in your mind, but you knew that you wanted it to have something to do with the sport.

“They'll still support you. They all love you, especially the younger ones. They look up to you so much, mi vida. It will be okay.”

You believed Alexia. Because if your girlfriend was anything other than caring, gentle, and empathetic, she was also honest. If she said it would be okay, it would be okay. Despite the fact that you had no idea what you were going to do with your life, you knew that as long as you had Alexia, it would be okay.

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countryclubkook · 2 months

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thinking of topper’s gf cheating on him with rafe🤭

Favorite Secret

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: smut, cheating, mentions of alcohol, violence, blood, creampie, unprotected sex, P in V, not proofread

Summary: Your secret affair with Rafe almost goes terribly wrong when Topper decides to call in the middle of a hookup…almost

A/N: omg hii!! it’s been so so long since i’ve been on this account but I got a new job and a boyfriend🤭 life has been very very busy the last like year or so but I got the urge to write for my fav boy so I hope you guys enjoy this quick little fic🤍 and I hope all of you are well!

“Fuck Rafe, feels so good oh my god” you cried out, arching your back as your eyes rolled back when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. It was fucked up, screwing around with your boyfriends best friend, especially when Topper treated you so well. He bought you everything you asked for, took you on nice dates, held the door open, complimented you. Never did anything to hurt you…until that night, until that one party changed everything.

“Ugh come on Top, i’m begging you to just come for like 10 minutes. If you still don’t want to be there after that we can leave and just come back here, watch movies or something” you’d been begging for the last hour, it was the biggest party of the year and his best friend was hosting but he said he was too tired to go. You knew it was actually just because there had been whispers on the island that Sarah planned to crash it with John B and their new pogue friends.

As much as he swore to you he was over it, you know that wasn’t true and you were fine with it. You trusted him, after all you were the one there for him when she broke his heart the first time, having to be the one to pick up the pieces every single time he gave her chance after chance, you knew what it’d done to him and his trust. Having to risk seeing her there with the guy she cheated on him with didn’t exactly sound like such a fun time.

“Listen I love you, but I really would just rather stay in tonight okay babe? There will be many more parties that we can go to in the future” he said, giving you a soft smile and cupping your cheek with his hand. He could see the disappointment on your face and felt bad, you were obviously excited about this and here he was shutting it down over rumors.

“Okay, whatever you want to do” you let out a defeated sigh and nuzzled your cheek closer into his palm, not wanting to argue over something like this. It just wasn’t worth it and you did enjoy nights in with just the two of you, plus he was right, there would be another party by next weekend.

“Damn it” he muttered under his breath before shaking his head slightly, “Okay okay, 10 minutes and that’s it, deal?” he barely got out the last word before you were squealing and throwing your arms around his neck He wrapped his arms around your waist and let out a small laugh, the smile on your face lighting up the whole room.

“Thank you thank you thank you! We’re going to have so much fun okay? You’re not going to want to leave by the time those 10 minutes are up, this is going to be the best night ever” famous. last. words.

Everything was great, the two of you were having the time of your life. Drinking and dancing together, talking with Rafe and a few of your other friends, then you slipped away for five minutes to use the bathroom, 5 minutes. Who knew so much could go wrong in just 5 minutes.

You walked out to see a crowd forming around two people and heard shouting, you’d expected to walk over and see two guys fighting like usual. Both of them far too drunk to even make contact with the other, but instead you saw your boyfriend on top of John B, his fist connecting to his cheek over and over and over again. You didn’t even like the kid but seeing blood and spit fly from his mouth and his gurgled wails of pain made you feel bad and you knew you needed to stop it.

You saw Rafe standing nearby watching, small smirk on his face as his eyes darted from the two boys to his sister begging Topper to stop while she sobbed. You walked up to him and touched his arm to bring his attention to you.

“Y/N! What’s up?” he said it so nonchalantly, like the scene in front of you wasn’t even happening. You knew he hates the pogues, hell you know he’d let John B die right then and there and feel no remorse, but he was the only one you knew had even the slightest chance of stopping it.

“Rafe you have to make them stop, it’s over okay? If you guys wanted to teach them a lesson i think they’ve learned it so can you please make it stop?” you could see him thinking about it, his brows furrowing ever so slightly and eyes going from you to Topper and John B to Sarah and then back to you.

“Mmm, I don’t know Y/N/N…kind of feel like he deserves it don’t you? I mean my slut of a sister cheats on my best friend, your boyfriend, with that good for nothing pogue and then they have the nerve to show up here? To rub it in his face? Why should I stop them?” he cocked his head and gave you a smirk, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around his red solo cup full of god knows what. You knew the only way to convince him was to use the one card you knew would work, the one you hated using against him in all the time you knew him.

“Because you don’t want your dad finding out about it. You’re not even supposed to be throwing parties here, what happens if a pogue ends up dead because of the party and Ward finds out? I couldn’t care less if he dies, i’m just trying to save your ass right now so please” you saw his jaw clench, watched his chest start rising and fall slowly, more heavily than before, and you knew it worked.

“Fuck! Fine, i’ll handle it” he yelled before throwing his cup on the ground and walking over to the two, by this point John B was barely conscious and it’s like Topper was in his own world. Rafe walked over and pulled him off by the collar of his shirt before ushering Sarah to attend to her boyfriend, screaming that the party was over and for everyone to get the fuck out.

People quickly dispersed, whispering to each other about what just happened, until it was just the three of you left at tannyhill. Top was still fuming, veins bulging out, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest rapidly heaving, knuckles bruised and bloody, a crazed look in his eyes. You tried to walk up to him to calm him down but it’s like he couldn’t even see you, he instead turned around and walked to his jeep before getting in and driving away, leaving you stranded.

“What the fuck?!” you screamed, standing at the bottom of the driveway watching the taillights disappear as they got further and further away.

You walked back up to the porch where Rafe was waiting, looking awkwardly at the ground unsure of what to say. What are you supposed to do in this situation other than offer them a ride…or in this case alcohol.

“I’m sorry Y/N, that was shitty of him. Give him some time to cool off and he’ll come back to his senses, if you uh, if you want you could just crash here. I would offer to drive you home but you know…” he said, making a brief gesture to himself “i’m kind of drunk so, don’t really want to risk hurting you. There’s plenty of alcohol if you want to just get drunk and pass out in the guest room, the beds freshly made and I think Sarah still has some clothes here that would fit you.”

“Thank you Rafe, that’s really sweet of you. Do you think you could um, stay with me? Just hang out here and talk, drink a little, I just don’t want to be alone right now” you sounded so pathetic, tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes.

“Yeah, yeah absolutely”

One drink turned into another and then another, the both of you drunk and giggling while you talked. And then it happened, one little glance at his lips in a moment of shared silence, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, and you were in his lap kissing him. His hands roaming all over your body until you were pulling away to tell him to take you to the bedroom.

Clothes flying, drunken squeals and giggles slipping out between your moans, the way he made you feel, those were the only things you can clearly remember. And then you woke up the next morning staring at his naked chest, but you didn’t feel guilty for it, instead you wanted it to happen again.

And it did, it happened multiple times a week. Topper did apologize, made up for his behavior that night, but you’d already got a taste of Rafe and now you were hooked. He never suspected anything, didn’t notice the little shared glances between the two of you when you all hung out, the way Rafe’s hand would brush against your thighs, his little whispers in your ear that made you squirm, he was just happy you forgave him. You never thought you’d be at risk getting caught until now, when you were on all fours and Rafe was thrusting into you from behind, one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping your hip to pull you back into his cock. The both of you were so lost in pleasure that Rafe almost didn’t hear his phone going off, he quickly moved to grab it off the table and answer it.

“Topper, what’s up man?” your eyes widened, panic starting to kick in. You’d thought it was over, he knew, someone had seen something and told him, he put the pieces together, he was calling to tell him he knew.

“Y/N? Yeah she came by to pick something up, said she left it here the last time you guys were over and she had to be out this way anyway. Think she’s still upstairs” you let out a moan when he thrusted back into you unexpectedly, turning your head back to look at him with a bewildered expression. He just gave a a smirk and held his finger to his lips before moving it back to your hip and pulling you back into him to meet each thrust.

You dropped your face into the mattress to muffle any loud moans, pure bliss taking over your body each time Rafe’s cock pressed against that little spot inside your pussy, hoping the call would be over soon. And then the son of a bitch flips you over, puts you on your back and gives you that look. You know, the one that just screams ‘i’m up to no good and you’re about to hate me for this’.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, looking up at him in confusion while trying not to make a sound.

“Actually, she just came down. You wanna talk to her real quick before she finishes up and heads that way?” if looks could kill he’d be six feet under right about now, you shook your head but it was too late, the phone was by your ear and you had no choice.

“Hey baby” it came out shakier than planned and you hoped he wouldn’t question it, it was a lot harder hiding the fact you were cheating on your boyfriend when the man you’re cheating with had his cock buried deep inside your pussy thrusting into you like his life depends on it while on call with said boyfriend.

“Is everything okay? You sound a little winded babe” he was always so concerned, wanting to make sure you were okay at all times if he even suspected something was wrong.

“Better tell him you’re okay princess, don’t let him find out his best friend is balls deep inside his girlfriends pretty pussy” Rafe whispered in your ear, leaving open mouth kisses along your neck and chest.

“Yeah, just a lot of running around the house looking for my ring is a-all” you stuttered out when Rafe pushed all the back into you again, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Okay…well I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? There’s this really nice restaurant i’ve been wanting to take you to, finally managed to get a reservation, and there was something I wanted to talk to you about” you weren’t even fully listening to what he was saying to be honest, you were paying more attention to how good you felt and the smell of Rafe’s cologne, the way his skin felt against yours, how your bodies seemed to mold together perfectly.

“Yea-yeah babe. Sounds great” you were about to let out a moan when long ring clad fingers found their way into your mouth and you, on instinct, bit down slightly.

“Great! I’ll be at your place to pick you up in like an hour okay? I love you”

“Great! Love you too bye” you quickly got out before hanging up and letting out a moan, digging your nails into Rafe’s back.

“Fuck baby i’m close, you want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum? Want a little reminder that even if you’re with him, you’ll always be mine?” you could only nod, small whimpers filling the room.

A few more lazy thrusts before he pushed all the way into you and stayed there, feeling his cock twitch while he filled you with his cum. Your pussy clenching around him while you came at the same time, head thrown back and lips parted moaning his name, a white ring forming on his cock from your cum mixing with his. He pulled out after a few seconds and pulled you to your knees before sliding his cock in your mouth.

“Suck it off baby, just clean it up for me” and you did, licking every drop of your cum off his cock before he pulled out and got dressed.

You went to grab something to wipe the cum away when he stopped you.

“Nah, you go on your little date with my cum leaking out of you”

You gave him a dazed look before nodding and throwing your dress back on followed by your shoes, giving him a kiss and heading for the door.

“That was fun Rafe, i’ll call you later okay?”

“I know you will pretty girl, I look forward to it.” the smile on his face was genuine, not one that he had after a meaningless hookup, but one of true happiness. You brought out the best in him and he couldn’t even have you in any way other than this.

“Me too, I better go now. See ya” you were almost out the front door when you heard him yell your name. You turned around to see him leaning in the doorframe of his bedroom, waiting to see what he had to say.

“You’re my favorite secret”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #topper thornton imagine #rafe smut #rafe cameron blurb #rafe imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe outer banks #topper thornton #topper thornton x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks smut #outer banks fic

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So the earth would be a better place I will give you the second idea🫂❤

A very simple idea of reader walking in on her big stepsis g!p Yujin jerking off to various videos of her and she decides to help her older sister out because who wouldn't help their attractive older sister when she needs it?☺

my fellow sane yujin stan once again~ so sorry this came so late 🫂

i like to imagine that stepsis yuj has some decent morals! even when she knew that she had been attracted to her father's girlfriend's daughter aka her soon-to-be stepsister since the two of you met, yujin tried very hard to ignore it purely bcs it was wrong 😣😣 bcs of this, yujin gave you the impression that she was quite reserved and timid.. only talking to you when necessary or whenever she forced herself to bcs the silence needed to be filled.. little did you know, the reason your sweet and shy yujinnie-unnie always stiffened up around you was bcs she was hiding her hard-on :(( every time she looked at you her pants tightened and she hated it... but she really couldn't help it, and it wasn't her fault.. your ass just looks way too good in those stupid tight and short shorts that you always wear around the house! ☹️

in came to a point where you invaded yujin's mind so much that she had to do something about it! she'd be in the middle of washing the dishes or something when she suddenly remembers how cute you look in one of your little skirts.. then she'd get so fucking hard that she runs to her bedroom to touch herself 🤭 yujinnie feeling so embarrassed and ashamed while looking at her throbbing cock :(( her refusing to touch it while thinking of you bcs again, she refuses to do that!! but then again.. she can't come out of her bedroom with a massive tent in her pants.. and if she sees you while she's this hard then she might actually come in her pants 😭😭

and so yujin starts stroking her cock! but she's not getting into it bcs she feels like she's committing a crime and also she needed help... her pulling up your instagram account on her phone?? gawking at your pretty pictures n your highlights.. pumping her hand up and down her cock faster at the more provocative pics you posted and completely covering up her cock w precum so it gets messyyy 😣 moaning your name shamelessly.. and immediately covering up her mouth when she sees you standing by her bedroom door frame?!?! of fucking course you just had to come home early from hanging out with your friends, of course you would catch your stepsister jerking off to you, of course you would find all of this attractive instead of weird as hell bcs why were you pulling down your panties and climbing on the bed⁉️⁉️😰

"(y/n), i-i'm sorry.. t-this is weird, i know. i just—"

"oh shush, unnie."

and suddenly your mouth was wrapped around her tip 😳 ugh, hearing a string of curses leave your polite and well-mannered big sister's mouth turned you on so much.. yujinnie whining when you suddenly pull away from her cock :(( but she patiently and intently watches as you spit on your hand and wrap it around her dick, making her gasp at the warm and wet feeling,, heheeheuhdu jerking her off slowly.. pulling her close and kissing her just to let her taste a bit of herself from when you sucked her off earlier :(( yujin not even realizing that she's thrusting herself into your hand bcs she's so lost in the way your lips taste.. literally licks all the flavored chapstick off your lips and explores every crevice in your mouth bcs she's so addicted.. even when you separate from her lips to catch your breath, yujin starts kissing down your neck and truly she couldn't care about anything anymore 🫣

pulls you to her lap while she's marking you up :(( "you'll tell dad and your mom that.. mhm... that you hooked up with a friend.. got it, baby?" she says in between kisses.. her lips were soft and her voice was gentle, but her eyes were stern and cold.. as if she's daring you to do the wrong thing and face the consequences.. ofc you didn't want to make your unexpectedly scary big sister mad so you agreed,, and it was smooth sailing from there! 🤤 yujin makes you take all of her cock in one go 😵‍💫😵‍💫 commending you for doing it flawlessly with a "good girl" that only made you melt in her hold,, yujinnie guiding you while you ride her omg,,, your little gasps and "yujin-unnie"s were simply music to her ears and she couldn't get enough of it all :((

it was only a matter of time until she was fucking into you,, face buried in your chest, her moans muffled by your blouse but she was loud regardless,, smacks your ass from time to time just to get you to ride her faster and it feels so good when you drop yourself onto her cock and have her tip kiss the deepest part of your walls.. neither of you caring that your parents might come inside the house at any moment and just screaming each other's name.. only your voices and the sounds of skin slapping against skin being heard throughout the house.. 😳

omgomg being the thoughtful older sister she was, yujin makes sure to pull out of your cunt before coming,, spilling her cum all over her sheets.. she would've liked to fill you up but she couldn't risk any accidents!! 😤 "s-sorry, baby... come too.." she would say with the "🥺" look on her face istg 😭💕 put her hand in between the two of you and starts rubbing your sensitive clit :(( she absolutely got obsessed with the way you clutched onto her shirt and whined "unnie" into her ear while you grind on her hand in pursuit of your release.. and when you came, yujin couldn't describe it as anything but beautiful.. even going as far as to suck on her fingers and swallow up your mess.. another thing about you she got addicted to 🤭

the two of you definitely go at it a few more times though.. and ykw how funny it would be if your parents happened to get held up at work until the next day.. 🫣🫣

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maeby-cursed · 27 days

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TRACK 1: MISDIAL !

Toji never calls.

It’s one of his most peculiar habits, that although he does carry his phone (a cheap flip-phone he hasn’t ever bothered upgrading) everywhere he goes, he never calls, never texts, never cares to take it out of his back pocket. And most importantly, he never picks it up.

Taking this into account, it’s no wonder that when his phone begins to ring at 4.30am on one of his off days, his first thought is to end it all. He spends so little time with it, he hasn’t quite yet figured how to turn off the sound... and now he’s annoyed.

He grabs the item and stares at it, trying to make sense of the number that flashes on the screen, the green light blinding him momentarily.

“Fucking thing,” Toji mutters, trying to press any button that could make the ringing stop. Eventually he gives up and shoves it under his pillow.

It keeps on ringing.

“You’ve gotta be… fucking…” The phone flips open. “What?”

“Toji?”

He freezes, his hand suddenly tightening around the metal as if to try and cage the sound.

It’s you. Your voice whispers his name once again and he’s never woken up this abruptly since Megumi was an infant.

“Uhm hello,” he stutters. Like an idiot.

“Oh God it’s really you! Fuck, I’m sorry, I meant to call my friend and your surnames are so similar I must’ve pressed the wrong number… Fuck, it’s four in the morning! Christ, I’m really really sorry–”

As you ramble he starts to shake his head, mouth agape, until he realizes you can’t see him. You have his number saved. You are on the other side of the line and he can listen to your breathing.

He starts to feel dizzy.

Did you just ask him a question?

“Uhm, it’s okay, uh… I was about to wake up anyway.” Sure. At 5am on a Sunday.

“Were you? Ugh, I feel terrible… Listen, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I have to hang up and call my friend or she’ll freak out but I will make it up to you, seriously. Please go back to whatever you were doing! I’m sorry. Again.”

And then you’re gone.

The line goes dead and his hand drops to his lap with the phone still hugged inside the palm. He’s going to engrave the thing into his flesh at this point but he can’t mind.

Toji Fushiguro has known you for two years and yet he was unaware that you had his phone number. Did he give it to you? Did you write it down from the records? You called, you called, you called.

It’s been unbearable these past few weeks; he’s been off taking care of a less than legitimate job, which meant being away from his actually legal office job, which meant less time to stare at you as you pick up calls and take notes and greet clients and smile that pretty smile of yours.

Now, your voice reverberates through his spine and he can’t help but imagine your eyes in the back of his mind.

He’s never been a corny person, he’s not a great romancer and contrary to popular belief, he’s not much of a Casanova, but he knows when he’s in love. Toji’s but a man with a shielded heart whose barriers you’ve taken down with a hammer and a laugh.

So he yields. For the first time since he bought it, Toji opens his phone and saves a number under his son’s.

For the first time in twenty years he chooses to pick up a call, to think of what you’ll come up with to make it up to him, to dream of you searching for him with your eyes… just this once.

And, for the first time in a long long time, he falls asleep just fine, with a smirk toying with the corners of his lips and some hope with the strings of his heart.

#🎐 𓂃 mae’s typing !#and you guys will be like ! 'mae what is this ?' and i'll be like ! 'fuck if i know !'#seriously this is just really random ideas i get and am too tired to elaborate but... yeah #toji fushiguro is a grandpa and i adore him down to his very bones #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Miraculous Ladybug

Open My Eyes by buggachat

Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was.

(Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.)

(But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.)

“And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?”

(Adrien has some things to find out.)

the good, the bad, and the power hungry by konan_konan

dim trake ☑ @timdrakeceo・8hr if one more person tweets about #superlex unironically im gonna end it all 391K Views | 200 Retweets | 13 Quote Tweets | 22.1K Likes

j-son of a bitch ☑ @jsntdd・8hr ↳ replying to @timdrakeceo hurr durr these are the consequences of ur actions bitch 201K Views | 109 Retweets | 4 Quote Tweets | 18.4K Likes

or: lex luthor makes bad choices. and then, so does everyone else.

call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

how big, how blue, how beautiful by merils

Kon-El is not good with medical settings. One could even say he's quite bad with them. How bad, exactly?

Well, let's put it this way: Very few things in the world can make him scream for Superman to save him.

(Superman will save him. That's what family's for, right?)

Clone Wars

The Kenobi Chronicles by WobblyCat

General Kenobi isn't actually dead. Someone should really tell that to his troopers, though.

Or: The clones under General Kenobi's command have a groupchat dedicated to him. Cody wishes his subordinates weren't so fucking stupid.

SVSSS

Shen Yuan's Forced Shen Qingqiu Redemption Arc by SpicyReyes

The System's OOC function won't unlock all at once - instead, character traits have to be added individually, through quests. This leads to Shen Qingqiu having to jump through endless hoops just to complete enough side quests to unlock the ability to be a decent person - all while avoiding the effects it has on those around him. If only the cheapskate System wouldn't keep changing the cost of point values - he needs to know what the hell Yue Qingyuan told the others about him that makes them all look so sad when he does manage to be nice! He's breaking his back here, can't we just appreciate his work?!

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

"All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information. "Who am I supposed to be?" Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

#my laptop broke :(( can i get an f in the notes #i'm using my super old one from high school rn and i am Struggling #my posts #weekly fic round up #fic recs #svsss recs #dc recs #sw recs #ml recs

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WILD CHERRY AND THE PAPAYA FLIRT (LN4) part one

pairing: lando norris x onlyfan!reader

summary: lando norris indeed goes on OF and being a fan of a certain girl.

content warnings: onlyfan mentionned, suggestive content, disgusting men comments, mention of sugar daddies/baby

author's note: okayyyy well, I have to say that those rumors about Lando really helped me to right this first part. I think it would be two short part, maybe three. I hope you will enjoy this, please be kind to me.

yourinstagram

liked by nobodycaressss5 and 1,587 others yourinstagram 🍒 → sugardaddy67 could give everything to taste your sweet lips → robertutterbate show me more, my babygirl → nobodycaressss5 nice → mrbigredboss did you receive my gift, my sweet baby? liked by yourinstagram

yourusername is on live!

yourinstagram posted a story

nobodycaressss5 even if you would be stunning in that, i have to say: wrong team, girl yourinstagram First, it was a cute gift from someone. Then, which teams should i wear, then? nobodycaressss5 From one of your daddies? idk why but i'm sure papaya would suits you better or nothing...would be even better yourinstagram None of your business, you noisy little weirdo oh, so you want me naked? what would you do if i was? nobodycaressss5 Not a really nice way to talk to someone who wants to be nice Treat you well, honey...treat you so well, better than all of your daddies yourinstagram bold of you, empty pp...

twitter

yourinstagram posted a story

nobodycaressss5 are your flirting with me, babygirl? yourinstagram should i? nobodycaressss5 don't know, what's the papaya about? yourinstagram testing the merch before wearing the actual color nobodycaressss5 so you considering about me sending you gift? yourinstagram mhmm, maybe, if I like the taste, maybe you should start to show me how you treat me better than the others... nobodycaressss5 can't wait to show you... yourinstagram my turn.. what's the papaya about? what's the matter behind that particular color? nobodycaressss5 let me first see you in papaya and then i will tell you, babygirl

gossipwags

liked by nowislan, infourlando, and 7,854 others

gossipwags it seems like our national Lando Norris loves to like some sulfurous instagram account those days. Lando's parasocials are wild and non-reciprocal on this account. (@)yourinstagram is a faceless instagram account with a red aesthetic (seem our papaya boy likes kinda a Ferrari girl), with some pretty implicit content. Also, she seems to have a link on her profile leading to an OF paid page. What do you think?

yourinstagram

liked by nobodycaressss5, and 1,989 others yourinstagram Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. (Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, 1955) show more comments → landonowiss ugh, she's quoting a pedophile ↳ ln4swiftie educate yourself, you moron. → bobnorris Not Lolita 😩 → nowinfornorris whore ↳ charlandosupremacy slut-shamming could be illegal ↳ nowiiis she's asking for it, quoting some perv books, having an onlyfans ↳ ln4swiftie (@)nowiiis again, educate yourself...and girl can do whatever she wants, that doesn't make her a whore. We're in 2024.

yourusername is on live!

#ln4 #lando norris #lando norris smau #lando norris x reader #lando norris fic #lando norris fanfic

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dilvuc · 2 months

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I sent the yan azul x m!reader who doesn’t care about him request, and I meant like reader just ignores him and his obsession, and azul just being pathetic about it

❝UNWANTED ATTRACTION❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: unwanted attraction

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: obsessed!azul ashengrotto x careless!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: scratch marks, blood

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: i sent the yan azul x m!reader who doesn’t care about him request, and i meant like reader just ignores him and his obsession, and azul just being pathetic about it

“Ugh…you're still trying? Can't you give it up already?” floyd deadpanned while leaning on the couch of the vip room. he and his brother had to watch azul being ignored several times. they don't get why you're ignoring him and care less about his obsessive behavior. you talked to others just fine, but whenever azul comes to the picture, you straight up ignore him.

“Why is he ignoring me…? Did I creep him out? Did I accidentally do something that caused him to hate me? Does he actually hate me?” azul asked, ruffling his hair with frustration.

“Now that I think about it, he doesn't show that much remorse towards you. During and after the overblot incident.” jade pointed out. the silver gray haired male stops ruffling his hair, “What…? Did he not show a single care about my condition?”

“I gotta admit, he's a little jerk. He acted as if you’re invisible. Why is he even ignoring you?” floyd turned to his side to face the housewaren. azul then scratched his neck, “I see…So he doesn't care about me. Why is that? Why is he ignoring me? Did…I do something wrong?”

the tweels noticed that male was digging his nails into his neck, leaving scratch marks. the poor azul was so worked up by your carelessness that he felt more and more pathetic, desperate to have your attention.

“I'm trying, I'm trying…Why doesn't he love me? Why? Just why?” azul gritted his teeth, rapidly scratching his neck, drawing blood. jade swiftly grabbed his wrists, “Azul, that's enough…”

“Look what he did to you. He made you look…pathetic…” floyd pointed out as jade grabbed the first aid kit.

“Do I really like that? I see…It just…I have been so obsessed with him for…I cannot remember. I never realized that I look so distressed.” azul explained as he was about to scratch his neck again, but his wrists were grabbed by floyd.

“Quit it. You'll make it worse.” floyd scolded.

“That's enough. Perhaps you could move on and get some rest. He's not worth it.” jade said as he grabbed roller bandage from the aid kit. floyd agreed, “Yeah. He's worthless. Don't waste your breath on him.”

“...I…I understand. I should get some rest.” azul sighed. he don't understand why he was wasting his time to get your attention. he don't need you. he already has the leech tweels by his side. maybe, just maybe he'll make YOU more pathetic than him.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account. YANDERUARY day 9 will continue tomorrow on march 9th

rules

twst masterlist

#male reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #yandere twisted wonderland

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＃ALICE IN BORDERLAND !! ♡ — THERE'S NO HELL IN WHAT I'VE FOUND (CHISHIYA X READER).

#. synopsis! — chishiya has fallen in way too goddamn deep .

#. characters! — chishiya .

#. warnings! — brief mentions of canon-typical gore, slight angst .

#. word count! — 1.2k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — i have not finished season 2 yet, but i wrote this all in one sitting after seeing the first two episodes + falling for this silly man all over again lolol. i might branch out + write more for this fandom (but i will never write for niragi, so just a heads up on that!)

It really did just have to come to this, didn’t it?

Chishiya is a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. He knows that when it comes to surviving in a place like this, there are times when you have to sacrifice others and be willing to carry that burden for the rest of your life. There is no easy way out. Either you die and go on to whatever happens next, —if anything happens at all— or you push others to the wayside in lieu of saving yourself, preserving your own survival, and you live to see the monster you inevitably become.

And call him crazy, but Chishiya was okay with becoming a monster if it meant he could save himself. Hell, he’d done so much of the work from the shadows that it would hardly be fair to let him of all people meet his tragic end here.

But you just couldn’t help yourself. You had to crawl under his skin, —make him care about you, make him fall so hard that he was left to question whose survival mattered more. When it came down to the wire. . .

He’d have chosen you.

That’s the scariest realization of all, he muses. These games, all the gunfire, all the explosions, all the fatal electric shocks. . . They paled in comparison to the realization that his biggest fear wasn’t his own demise anymore. It was yours.

As the game comes to a close and those of you left standing slowly reacclimate to the best state of normalcy one can muster up given the circumstances, he hates that his first instinct is to slip away, knowing you’ll find him soon enough. He may have been foolish enough to catch feelings, but he wasn’t so dumb that he’d show such a weakness around anyone else. Though he’s sure the likes of Kuina or Arisu have long since caught on, —he won’t be the one to confirm a damn thing, and he expects that you’ll keep your mouth shut about it as well. It’ll be a worse liability than it already is if word gets out to the wrong people.

Chishiya slips away before anyone has the chance to acknowledge his presence, leaving his absence unaccounted for by everyone but you. Of course, you noticed him sneaking away, parting from the group like a snake in the grass. . . You’ve always been a little too perceptive for your own good.

Fatigue claws at you like a famished predator, weighing your body down a great deal. You smell of sweat and the blood of the young girl next to you who hadn’t been quite so lucky. Still, you will your body forward and follow in Chishiya’s footsteps after lingering for just long enough to throw suspicion off your trail. While you certainly aren’t a master of manipulation, —you are clever in a way that even someone like Chishiya has to respect. You know how to take care of yourself, even in a twisted world like this.

He wishes knowing that gave him any kind of peace, but he’s afraid he’s reached the point of no return. It’s not that he doesn’t believe you can survive just about any of these games on your own. . . It’s that even if he does, the worry lingers just because it’s you.

Fuck.

He really can’t believe he’s done this to himself. It’s so untimely, so completely and utterly ridiculous, —so much so that he convinces himself his mind is just playing tricks on him sometimes until you fall into place at his side again and all such thoughts are forced out the window from his vice-like grip.

“Ugh,” you grumble, arm tucked below your chest as you cradle your own torso, “there you are.”

Chishiya offers you little more than a sidelong glance before returning his stoic gaze to the skyline. The sun sets as you bring yourself closer to him, keeping a comfortable distance. It ends up just like this far too often, and Chishiya frowns at the thought of closing the barely-there gap, brushing his shoulder against yours. Maybe later in the night when the lethargy really starts to hit him and his inhibitions lower ever so slightly, he’ll let himself fall apart just enough to hold you for whatever time of fleeting hours remains. That way, he can blame it on the fatigue, on the cold, on the temptation of sleeping next to a warm body.

It’s not because it’s you, it’s just because you’re there.

And maybe if that were the case, Chishiya wouldn’t be quite this frustrated.

“Surprised it took you so long to find me,” he says finally, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “You’ve been getting slower about it.”

“Oh, well excuse me for not rushing after you like a lion on a gazelle,” you answer sarcastically. “Not like my lungs almost gave out down there or anything.”

He doesn’t say it, —but he’d trade his breath for yours if it meant you could reach him faster.

“That one wasn’t so bad,” he shrugs. “We’ve both been through worse.”

His worst is just beginning, it seems. You close the gap yourself, resting part of your weight against him, and he feels his heart flip itself into a tailspin. For the first time in so long, Chishiya isn’t sure where to go from here. He’s trapped inside these feelings and they’re inching closer to swallowing him whole by the second. They run so deep he might as well be drowning in them.

“Easy for us to say, I guess,” you mumble. “We’re alive. Most people who end up here aren’t that lucky.”

“True enough,” he acknowledges softly, making no move to push you away.

He never does.

You stand in silence with him for a while, watching as the sky turns dark and the bright colors of the setting sun are swallowed up by a deep, velvety navy. There’re no stars to be seen, nothing for you to wish on. . . It’s a little childish, but any sliver of normalcy you can manage here, you’ll take with open arms. That’s why you let your feelings for Chishiya blossom freely, refusing to stifle your heart’s desires for the sake of some stupid game of life and death.

If I die right now, I’d rather do it with you than be alone.

Chishiya wishes you’d never said those words to him, —not because he doesn’t reciprocate, but because they resonated much too wholly for comfort. If he can help it, he won’t be going out in a place like this. But more than that, he can’t imagine letting your flame be snuffed out without a ravenous fight.

Silence reigns once again. It’s a characteristic feature of your gentler moments with Chishiya that are few and far between, but when they happen, you like to think you cherish them the best way you know how. Beyond that, you also like to think Chishiya finds even the slightest sliver of peace with you.

He doesn’t confirm or deny anything of the sort, but you wager that’s a flimsy yes at the very least when the tension in his shoulders melds away and his head rests gently against your own.

You can’t make any promises about tomorrow, —but for now, things are okay. And if that’s the best you’ll get here, then so be it.

#alice in borderland #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya reader insert #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro x you #chishiya shuntaro x y/n #alice in borderland reader insert

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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞

You and Law use his devil fruit abilities, but for all the wrong reasons... Plus part two: You decide to get back at Law for teasing you, with a certain request...

Note: This was my most popular fic back on my main account, "Body Swap", now being reposted here for my Most Popular Fics Event, under a new name! Please keep in mind these were some of the earliest smut fics I ever wrote (Almost 2 years ago), so it isn't representative of my current writing abilities. Regardless, I'm glad to see that so many people enjoyed reading them.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, use of Law's heart-swapping ability.

Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.

Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.

You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.

“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”

“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.

“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”

“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.

“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”

You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice

“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.

Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?

“(Name)-ya.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”

“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.

You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Umm… nothing,” you lied.

“Nothing?”

The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.

“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”

Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”

“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”

Your face went red again.

“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”

“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.

Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”

You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.

Then Law’s face turned a little red.

“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”

“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”

Was he seriously about to agree?!

“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”

You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.

Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.

“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.

You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.

Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.

“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.

“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.

Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.

He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.

“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.

“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.

You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…

You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.

Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!

Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.

Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.

“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.

“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”

Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.

“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”

Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.

“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”

Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.

“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”

“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.

“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”

You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.

Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.

“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”

Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.

You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.

Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.

“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.

“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”

You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.

“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”

“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.

“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.

“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.

“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”

When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.

You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.

Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.

You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.

As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.

Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”

“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.

“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.

Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.

“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”

“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.

“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.

“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”

“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.

“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”

“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”

Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.

“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.

Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”

“But I’ve still never done it myself!”

“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.

“Okay…” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.

And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.

“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.

But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”

Boy, were you in for a punishment…

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When the idea returned to you, it came at a rather convenient time.

You’d thought about it since that evening, sure. But you were unsure if Law would ever agree to doing it again, so eventually… it slipped your mind.

But then now, you simply couldn’t get it off your mind.

You’d been laying in bed with Law, both of you unable to sleep that particular night. He’d been reading a book, an arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his bare tattooed chest.

He’d been teasing you all day, and now all evening. Throwing you suggestive smirks or subtly winking at you throughout the day, lingering touches, and at one point he’d even smacked your ass as you headed out of a room. Now, his hand that was around you was pinching at your nipple through your tight tank top, and every time you’d whimper he’d let out a faint chuckle, making you even more frustrated.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slipped a hand down to your panties, sliding it under and began slowly stroking your folds with one finger, trying to get yourself wet enough to finger yourself.

You thought about that evening. The way Law moaned like a little slut, whining about how it was too much for him to handle when you’d barely touched him (you?).

You moved your finger up just a little to your clit, and began rubbing at the bud of nerves. You let out a soft whine, rolling over just a little, still in Law’s hold.

Surely he’d noticed. He was in no way oblivious to anything. You looked back at him, seeing his cocky smirk on his face. He glanced at you, making eye contact for just a second, before looking back to his book.

Feeling wet enough, you slid two fingers inside yourself, letting out the most lewd, cute moan you possibly could, trying to get Law’s attention.

But he didn’t move.

So you kept your fingers moving, sliding them inside yourself and rubbing your fingertips along your tight walls. Law pinched your nipple again, this time much harder than he was before. You let out another whimper, frustrated that that was all he would do to you, when you wanted so much more.

“Law, please,” you whined.

“What, (Name)-ya?” He was pretending to not notice.

“Law, I need you.”

“For what?” He taunted.

“To satisfy me! You wouldn’t make your girlfriend do it all herself, would you? Leave me all helpless and fingering myself, when I really want you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he replied.

“Ugh! Law, come on! You’ve been teasing me all day,” you yelled, sliding your fingers out of yourself and moving to sit up, facing him.

“Do something about it, then,” he told you, looking back to his book.

“Fine,” you muttered. Without hesitating, you moved your hand that you’d just been pleasuring yourself with up to his mouth, forcing your still wet fingers inside.

His eyes went wide and he tried cursing at you, but it all sounded muffled due to your fingers. When he shut up and began licking your fingers, sliding his tongue around and down them, lapping up your juices, you nearly came right then and there, letting out a moan at the sight and feeling.

You pulled away after a moment, and when you did you replaced your hand with your lips, kissing him and tasting yourself mixed with his spit.

“That was so hot, Law,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Really?” He set his book aside and put a hand against your head, deepening the kiss.

“Mhm.”

Your legs were trembling as you kneeled on top of him, the dirty sounds of your mouths going straight to your cunt and making you feel like you could cum without any physical touch to it.

You pulled away, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Law, I know you’ll probably punish me again, but I want to try swapping bodies again.”

“Shit, (Name). Don’t you know how…” he trailed off, looking away from you.

“Embarrassing that was? For you? I do, and I would kill to see that again. When I was fingering myself, that was all I could think about, your little whimpers and moans-“

“Alright, stop. I’ll do it,” he said to shut you up.

You let out a delighted hum, removing yourself from his lap and happily getting up to grab kikoku. When you returned to him, you basically shoved the katana into his hand and eagerly waited for him to switch you two.

“Room.”

Your smile grew bigger, unable to contain your excitement.

“Shambles.”

And in a blink, you were now where Law had been laying, holding the katana in your right hand.

Law was on his (or your? You still didn’t know exactly how to refer to this). knees, just as you had been seconds before.

You put kikoku away, and didn’t hesitate for a second to rip the sweatpants Law had on off.

“Remember what I said last time?” You asked him.

He clearly looked unnerved at seeing your voice come from his mouth, but he nodded slowly.

“Tell me,” you said.

Law let out a sigh, looking down. “You said… you wanted me to suck my own cock.”

You giggled, moving to hold his face between your hands, gently squishing your face’s cheeks together. “That’s right, my little whore.”

You placed a kiss on your own lips, and then laid back, taking his cock in your hand and stroking yourself.

“Now come do it,” you told him.

Law slowly moved to get between his own legs, and you could tell he felt absolutely humiliated right now.

“(Name)… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Never sucked dick before?” You teased. “Maybe my body will just naturally know how, I do it for you all the time, after all.”

But he didn’t look reassured.

“Just take a little at a time and breathe through your nose,” you said, patting him on the head.

Hesitantly, Law poked his tongue out and took a small lick at himself.

“Don’t know why I thought there’d be much of a taste…” he mumbled.

“Well you lick my skin, don’t you? It should be like that.”

“I suppose so.” With that he took just the smallest bit of the top into his mouth. He gently sucked, and you let out a loud moan.

“Jeez, (Name). I barely did anything.”

“I know… but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Oh, so now you’re the one who can’t handle it?” He mocked you, grinning. “Then I’ll make you cry like a little bitch.”

Now, he took as much in as he possibly could (for someone who’d never done this before), and licked and sucked with no remorse.

You cried out, twisting his hands into your hair and trying to shove him on deeper without hurting him.

“Law, Law! Feels so good,” you whined.

Feeling confident at his regain of control, Law took his own cock all the way, deepthroating himself at this point. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to mimic your movements from the many times when he’d watched you do this.

“Law, I’m gonna-“

He pulled away without warning, and you groaned in frustration.

“What? Too scared to taste your own cum?!” You asked, slightly upset.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he said. “It’s not happening.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you fell back into the pillows, crossing your arms.

Law simply chuckled, and you could feel him moving. But you were still mad, so you didn’t look down at him.

Suddenly, you felt his cock wrapped in something warm… but this wasn’t like when you’d fucked yourself…

Curious, you sat up again and looked down to see what he was doing.

You were surprised to find your own breasts wrapped around his cock, Law trying to move your upper body up and down along his shaft.

“Fuck- Law.”

With each movement up, you felt him just barely take the tip into his mouth, licking at it.

It wasn’t long before you felt like cumming again. His hands resumed their positions within your own hair, and you cried as his body shook, cumming all over your chest, and a little bit onto your face.

Law pulled away, staring down at himself and seeing the cum covering him.

“Now you know how that feels,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath.

Law was curious, and through half-lidded eyes, you watched him take a finger up to your breasts and swipe some of his seed away. He lifted it just in front of your face, staring at it. He wanted a taste, that dirty bastard.

“No, let me do it!” You protested, smacking his hand away and wiping his cum onto your fingers. You desperately wanted to feel him suck on your fingers again.

Instead of forcing yourself in this time, you held a tattooed hand up in front of him, waiting for him to take the fingers into his mouth when he was ready.

It took him a moment, but Law eventually tasted himself, taking a small lick off your finger at first.

“Hmm.”

“Doesn’t it taste good? It’s ‘cause you’re a nice clean man, you know.” You giggled.

Law shot you a confused look, and you giggled some more.

“Want more?”

He hesitated, but ended up taking his fingers into your mouth once again, and you moaned as the feeling you loved so much returned to you. Even though this time it looked like yourself doing it, it was just so hot to watch Law suck on your fingers.

By the time he was done, his cock was hardened again and you were ready to go for another round.

“Should I eat myself out, finger you, or just fuck you right now?” You asked, a menacing grin on your face.

“You deserve to be forced down between your own legs and eat yourself out like a dirty slut,” he responded. “But-“

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that, would you, Law?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

“Well, okay. How about I just get you all wet, and fuck you? Does that sound ok?”

“Fine.”

So, you slid your panties off your body, leaving him fully nude within your body. Normally, you’d never be turned on to the sight of seeing yourself like this, but knowing that it was really Law in there, you felt very good about it.

You took Law’s left hand and rubbed your clit for a couple minutes, knowing it was the fastest way to get yourself wet. But Law was not used to such a feeling, and he began whining and moaning as soon as you touched it.

“(Name)-ya, please…”

You wanted to moan yourself, loving the way he moaned your name. It was so pathetic and cute.

“(Name)!”

“Okay,” you said, pulling his hand away. “It’s too much for you, I understand. But now…”

You pushed him down onto his back, and pulled your own legs over his shoulders. You felt even more turned on, knowing he was going to feel the sting in your legs as you bent and pushed them while you fucked him.

You took his cock into your hand, and lined it up with your soaked cunt.

“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh, okay?”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. He clearly hated the position he was in.

And then, you slid into yourself, welcoming the feeling of your walls squeezing down and throbbing on his cock. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of.

You let Law get adjusted for a moment, and then began slamming in and out, the position he was in allowing you to go even deeper than you had last time.

“Mmm, so tight, Law. You’re such a good little slut,” you whimpered.

He moaned and cried, grabbing onto his own arms, unable to get a grip on himself. It was so pleasing to watch, the way his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open as he moaned your name over and over again.

“Fuck, Law, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.

“(Name)-ya, please… shit.”

You thrusted as deep as you possibly could, feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock and squeezing you so perfectly.

“Fuck, Law!”

Your hips trembled as you came, deep inside of yourself. You kept thrusting, fucking his cum all the way into yourself.

“(Name)-ya, I-“

You felt as your walls squeezed even harder, and Law came around his own cock. As you slowed your thrusts, you could see the mixed cum around his cock, and you couldn’t help but cum just a little bit more, within your own cunt again.

You pulled out, falling back onto the pillows.

“Switch us, now,” Law demanded.

As soon as you regained your breath, you grabbed the katana and did exactly as you had last time.

And then you were now laying on your back, feeling filled up and sensitive. You’d fucked yourself pretty good.

While you were laying back, you had your eyes closed. You had to regain your breath again, being in a different, more fucked-out body.

You hadn’t noticed when Law’s head was pushed down between your legs, his tongue sliding within your folds.

You screamed at the contact, jumping a little and squashing his head with your thighs.

After a moment, Law began smacking your thigh, demanding for you to let go of his head.

When you did, you saw that he was licking up the mixed cum, and then he was crawling on top of you, pushing your mouth open and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

He was feeding you his own cum.

You swallowed it all, sucking it off his tongue and licking within his mouth along his teeth and lips, making sure there wasn’t a drop left.

“Law, that’s so fucking disgusting. Do it again,” you told him.

“No, I figured I’d leave some in there. Maybe this time you’ll get yourself pregnant, hm?”

Your cunt throbbed again. “Fuck, Law! Don’t say shit like that, you asshole!”

He chuckled and put his pants back on, going back to laying in bed with his book.

“You’re not gonna help me?” You whined.

“Fine, if you insist, (name)-ya.”

He took a cloth and wiped up whatever cum had spilled out of your cunt, along with the older cum on your chest and slid your panties back onto you, before handing your tank top back over.

“Better?” Law asked.

“Mhm. Now cuddle me,” you requested.

Law lifted his arm up, and you laid down, head on his chest. His arm fell down around you, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

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