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rinhaler · 1 year ago

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Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time

omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.

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Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though that’s nothing new. You don’t dare speak, worried you’ll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.

“I want to… ‘m just scared.” you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. “Do you still want to?” you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. You’re sure he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to, though.

Rin doesn’t do anything he has no interest in.

“Yeah.” he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. He’s so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. “We agreed,”

“I know.” you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadn’t lost them after you turned twenty. “Just checking.”

The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you can’t even begin to comprehend. You’ve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.

It didn’t go past hand stuff.

“I brought condoms.” he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk he’s sitting by.

“I- I’m on the pill.” you respond. “I heard it feels better without… those. But we should use them.”

“Okay, yeah.” he agrees.

“… but we don’t have to.”

“I’ll use one.” he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though you’re sure it would be for yours, too. “If you want me to take it off, I can do that.”

You nod, agreeing.

“This is so…” you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. He’d never tell you, but he’s just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but he’s still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.

Perfect, if possible.

“What?”

“Formal.” you shrug.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. “I just want to make sure everything’s going to be okay…”

“It’s fine, you’re right.” you smile, “I just thought my first time would be… romantic. It’s stupid, I’m sorry.” you shake your head, dismissing the idea.

You knew you’d end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. You’ve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.

He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you weren’t interested in him, though. You’ve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldn’t dare try to cross a line with. You’re his best friend, after all. He wouldn’t want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.

“It’s not stupid.” he assures you. “Here, pick some music.” he hands you his phone.

You start to scroll and realise you’re looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you don’t comment. And you don’t pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.

The boy has good taste, you soon realise.

He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.

You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.

“Is this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or something…”

“N-No, this is fine.” you smile, “Thank you, Rinnie, this is nice.”

He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.

Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You haven’t even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.

“R-Rin… do you, um, d-do you watch…”

“Porn? Yeah. Do you?”

His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.

“I know it won’t be like that… it’s your first time. And mine.” he reminds you.

He’s always been so mature. And you’re glad he’s doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.

“Good, I’m glad,” he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. “Means you know what you like.” he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that you’re still a little nervous.

“I— I know guys can, you know, it can be quick… s-so don’t feel bad.”

“Don’t worry about that.” he shakes his head. “If I cum quickly, I’ll make sure you finish.”

He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.

You’re making out with your best friend!

Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” he wonders.

“N-No, I didn’t expect you to be so confident.” you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.

Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.

He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.

“O-Ow.” you speak, softly.

“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Can I take your top off?” he asks between continuous kisses.

“Uh-huh.” you nod, dumbly.

He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.

“Can I see?” he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. “Fuuuuck…” he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.

“You should take something off.” you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.

You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.

He’d hate to ruin the mood.

“Are you hard yet?” you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. “S-Should we do it?”

“Wanna feel?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. “Look what you’ve done to me.” he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.

He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.

“Can I feel you?” he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. “You’re so wet…”

“S-Stop…” you reply, shyly, “s’embarrassing…” you tell him.

“You need to be wet for me,” he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. “You’ll be so tight… even for a finger.”

He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.

“Tell me if it hurts…” he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. “Sorry, I’ll go slower. Hold onto me.” he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.

“Kiss me,” you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. It’s still painful but it begins to subside.

“Gonna add another, okay?” he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. “Sh, sh sh, I’ll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we can’t fuck.”

You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles he’s read. All of the research he’s done.

He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.

“You have to worship the clit.” he recalls one of them saying.

He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.

“Are you gonna cum?” he wonders.

“It’s too much, Rinnie!” you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. “S-Slow down, please! S’too much!” you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.

He doesn’t relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means you’re about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But you’re not her. You’re perfect.

You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.

“Good?” he asks.

“Very,” you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. “Rinnie…” you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me… promise you’re a virgin, too…” you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know what’s he’s doing. He’s seriously only done that once on another girl? It’s a little hard to believe.

“I promise. Was it really that good?” he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. “I’ve been preparing… reading about stuff. Asking advice. I’ve told you everything I’ve done, I swear.”

He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.

“We don’t have to do this.” he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. “Do you want to stop?”

“Um,” you think about it. He’s asking as if he isn’t already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.

“What about just the tip?” he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. He’s always known he was big, and he really doesn’t want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.

He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.

Oh God this isn’t enough.

He knew he’d need more.

Just a little more.

He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.

“H-Hurts,” you tell him. “You’re really big.” you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.

He can’t help it, you’re spurring him on!

And he can only imagine how much better you’d feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. “Is it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?” you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.

“Yes.” he replies, without hesitation. “I’ll take it off.”

He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.

And it’s like you’re made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until there’s nothing left to give.

You’re crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.

“God, you’re beautiful.” he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and it’s too much. “I know I said just the tip, jus’ feel so good, princess.” he whispers delicately against your skin.

And, as expected, he doesn’t last long.

A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.

He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. You’ve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.”

“It’s okay.” you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.

“I need to fuck you again,” he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.

“W- now?”

“Soon,” he corrects you. “I want to taste you first.”

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islandofthedollz · 5 months ago

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Jimmy infantilizing a f!reader after physically and emotionally abusing her to the point where he's the only one she can rely on

❤︎Jailer ❤︎

⁠❥TW: Abuse, gaslighting, infantilizing, physical abuse, body shaming, Reader is 18

⁠❥ thanks for the request ILY babe :3 Hopefully the tags work and everything! I just really like talking and writing about toxic Jimmy

As you wiped down the counter, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. You were just a few months away from graduating high school and was looking forward to attending your dream college in the fall. You had worked hard to get good grades and had been accepted into a great program.

As you took a break to grab a drink from the back room, you noticed a guy sitting at a table by the window. He was older, probably in his early 30s, with a charming smile and piercing eyes. He caught your eye and nodded in your direction, and you felt a sudden jolt of attraction.

As you returned to the counter, he got up and walked over to you. "Hey, can I get a coffee?" he asked, his voice low and smooth like whiskey.

You smiled and started making his drink. "So, what brings you in here today?" Youasked, trying to make small talk.

"Just needed a break from the usual routine," he replied. "I'm Jimmy. I've never seen you around here before."

"I'm (Y/N)," you said, handing him his coffee. "I work here part-time. I'm a student too." You smiled.

Jimmy's eyes lit up with interest. "No kidding? What are you studying?"

You hesitated, not wanting to give too much away. "Just the usual stuff," you said, trying to brush it off.

But Jimmy was persistent. He started asking her more questions, and You found yourself opening up to him in ways you never had with anyone before. He was charming and witty, and seemed to understand you in a way that no one else ever had.

As the days turned into weeks, Jimmy became a regular at the cafe. He would come in every day, and you would look forward to seeing him. You would talk for hours, and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

As you started dating, Jimmy began to subtly manipulate you. He would make you feel guilty for not spending enough time with him, or for not being affectionate enough. He would criticize your appearance, telling you that you were too fat or too thin, and that you needed to dress more attractively. He would belittle your accomplishments, telling you that you weren’t good enough, and that you needed to try harder.

But as the relationship progressed, you started to notice that Jimmy was becoming more and more controlling. He would get jealous when you talked to other guys, and he would question you about every little thing you did. At first, you brushed it off as mere possessiveness, but as time went on, you started to realize that something was wrong.

One day, Jimmy asked you to drop out of high school and move in with him. "You don't need a degree to be successful," he said. "I can take care of you. You can focus on your passions and interests, and I'll support you."

You were taken aback. You had always dreamed of attending college, and the thought of dropping out of high school was unthinkable. But Jimmy was persuasive, and he made you feel like he was the only person in the world who truly understood you.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a sense of doubt. Maybe he was right. Maybe you didn't need a degree to be successful. And besides, you are in love with him, and you wanted to make him happy.

"Okay," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll drop out of school and move in with you."

Jimmy's face lit up with a smile, and he pulled you into his arms. "I'll take care of you," he whispered. "I'll always be here for you."

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a sense of trepidation. You had just made a decision that would change your life forever, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences.

But as you hugged him back. Jimmy had set a trap for you, and you had fallen right into it. You were 18 years old, and you had just given up your education and your future for a guy you barely knew. You were in love with him, but you were also scared. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you were in for a wild ride.

As the days turned into weeks, your life became a living nightmare. Jimmy was controlling and manipulative, and he made you feel like you were worthless without him. He would yell at you, belittle you, and make you feel like you were the only person in the world who was stupid enough to fall in love with him.

He made you block your friends' numbers and wouldn't let you talk to your parents. He isolated you from the world, and you felt like you were losing yourself. You were trapped in a toxic relationship, and didn't know how to escape.

But what really took you by surprise was Jimmy's reaction when you brought up job searches for him. He was in between jobs, and you thought it would be a good idea for him to start looking for a new one. But every time you mentioned it, Jimmy would become physically abusive.

"Don't you dare bring that up again," he would say, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'll find a job when I'm good and ready. You just focus on taking care of me."

And with that, he would grab your arm and twist it, or push you against the wall. You would cry and beg him to stop, but Jimmy just wouldn't listen. He was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off at any moment. And then, one day, Jimmy's abuse went too far. He beat you so badly that you ended up in the hospital.

Jimmy would often make you feel like a child, talking down to you and making decisions for you. He would say things like "you're not mature enough to make your own decisions" or "you're too naive to understand what's good for you." He would take away your autonomy, making you feel like you were incapable of taking care of yourself.

He would make you dress in a certain way, telling you what to wear and how to style your hair. He would control what you ate, what you watched on TV, and what music you listened to. He would even control how you spent your free time, telling you what hobbies to pursue and what activities to avoid.

You felt like you were living in a prison, with Jimmy as your jailer. As the months went by, you became a shadow of your former self. You became depressed, anxious, and felt like you were sufficating. You were trapped, with no way out. You had lost all sense of identity, all sense of self, a mere ghost of the person you used to be.

And then, Jimmy would tell you that he would never leave you. He would say that you were his, and that he would always take care of you. He would make you feel like you were dependent on him, like you couldn't survive without him. And you would believe him, because you had no one else to turn to.

You would try to make him happy, to please him in every way. You would cook his meals, clean his house, and cater to his every whim. You would be his personal servant, his slave. And he would reward you with affection, with attention. He would make you feel like you were loved, like you were worth something.

But it was all a lie. Jimmy didn't love you, and he didn't care about you. He only cared about himself, and what he could get from you.

And you would stay with him, because you had no one else. You had given up on your education, your friends, and your family. You had given up on yourself. You were completely dependent on Jimmy, and you knew it.

As the years went by, you became more and more entrenched in the relationship. You lost all sense of identity, all sense of self. You were just a shadow of your former self, a mere ghost of the person you used to be.

And Jimmy would continue to abuse you, to control you, to manipulate you. He would make you feel like a child, like a servant, like a slave. He would take away your autonomy, your freedom, your dignity. And you would stay with him, because you had no one else.

You were trapped, alone, and broken. You were a prisoner in your own life, with Jimmy as your jailer.

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14dayswithyou · 6 months ago

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Please give Violet a kiss for me! 🌼

If Angel was permanently blind would Ren/Redacted still feel the need to dress up and dye his hair pink? Would he only change his personality to match the anime character?

⌞♥⌝ I would say so!! Though it's purely on the off-chance that Angel runs into someone in public and they comment on Ren's appearance. Realistically, Ren would be less likely to be caught in a lie if he dyes his hair to match Haruko's and dresses in light academia fashion to appease Angel's aesthetics.

#He can't mansplain manipulate malewife his way outta ''wow angel; your partner looks so good in that emo fit!!!'' /silly #angel; who's into softhearted anime characters and the smell/sounds/vibes of libraries: what did you just say 🧍#💌 — answered.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#💖 — about ren.#stickorstones

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schizouse · 2 months ago

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ೀㅤㅤ"MANIPULATOR"

[PT] "Manipulator" [END PT]

"Manipulator" , or Manipulative Personality, is a term for people with Cluster B Personality Disorders (more specifically NPD or ASPD , but not exclusive) that struggle with showing manipulative traits or being manipulative because of their disorder symptoms.

❗ : not made to romanticize or glorify manipulation , only to be used as a self-identifier

ྀི◟ ͜ ̣̣̥⠀ requested by anon.

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heather333weather · 3 months ago

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#౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ 💌#girl interupted syndrome #female manipulator #live through this #this is what makes us girls #courtney love #carrie white #i bet on losing dogs #spotify #laura palmer #nancy downs #megan fox #jennifer’s body

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lacehartz · 4 months ago

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cw in tags.

have just been obsessed (!!!) with the idea of dad!rafe and his twin daughters >_< him making them crawl into his lap late at night when he’s drunk off of cheap beer, goading and persuading them into giving each other a lil kiss ! all because he said it would help him feel better from all the heartbreak caused by their mother leaving him :(( it escalates quickly from swift pecks to disgusting and sloppy makeout sessions with rafe’s ringed (he still kept his wedding band) hands pushing their heads together.

it takes him ages to convince them to take their shirts off, to manipulate them into playing with each others tits. he’s so the type to compare them, especially the differences in how they look, turning it into some sort of perverse competition. for example, he’ll mumble something about your twin having a bigger chest than you, just to see the jealousy and despair swim in your eyes. of course you hated it, no one wanted to be compared to their twin. so, when you’re pulling your shorts down and exposing your panty-clad pussy, you think you’re being so smart; meanly snarling out a “but my ass is bigger, isn’t it daddy?” to your shocked sister.

#♡ — incest #— coercion / manipulation #rafe 💌#he’s a little shit stirrer #ugh i need to be in a disgustingly damaging competition for his attention so bad #dollie’s blurbs — ♡

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missbunnybunny · 2 years ago

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『･ﾟ✧💌🎪✧･ﾟ』

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✙-` 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕺𝖈 𝖝 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 ��𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑! 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗´-✙

➢-`𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙! +𝟏𝟖 𝙼𝙳𝙸´- 『𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎!』

➣ -`𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!´- -`⁺◛˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖◛⁺´-

"𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞...𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆.𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗."

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Long, long time ago

The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.

A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.

I had my own little show

The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.

As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.

As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.

As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.

Left me to fade away

Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.

She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.

But honey, now the turn is mine

As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.

When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.

They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.

You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.

"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.

Come to me at Cloud Nine

The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.

You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.

"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.

You told me what to do and what to say

Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.

You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.

I couldn't escape

You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.

You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.

You got to choose the ending of my fate

Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.

He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.

You put me astray

He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.

His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.

But not anymore

His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.

His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.

I'm in control

His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.

You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.

I have the stage

"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.

Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.

You can't turn the page

After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.

Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.

Now all eyes on me

Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?

The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.

All eyes on me

Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.

if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.

So many experiments, so many mistakes

You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.

You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.

" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.

So close, oh, I cannot wait

"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!

You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.

The demon won't taint me now

You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.

"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.

"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.

As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.

You put me away

Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.

They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!

You took away my future and my fame

You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.

As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.

But now that will change

You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"

He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.

Focus on me

A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.

Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.

I'll be all that they see

His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.

You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.

I'll make them sway

Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex, while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.

"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.

No, can't run away

"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.

Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.

Now all eyes on me

He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.

The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.

Ooh, babe, hey

You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.

You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.

You don't know what it's like to drown away

You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.

Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.

In a puddle of shame

When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.

"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.

You, yes, you

The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.

"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.

Made me insane

You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.

You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.

But not anymore

As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.

You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.

I'm in control (I am in control)

As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk

Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.

I have the stage

You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "

As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.

You can't turn the page

" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.

As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.

He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.

Focus on me (Focus on me)

You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.

You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.

I'll be all that they see

His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.

Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.

I'll make them sway

The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.

Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.

No, can't run away

When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

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-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

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rotting-inkblot · 4 months ago

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Faux Comfort, Pretty Tears

Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron/Sofia

Summary: Rafe’s an obsessive man, always has been, addiction in his blood, but now he’s found a new subject of that obsession, Sofia — who seems to have noticed she’s being watched and, of course, goes to her boyfriend for reassurance.

Warnings: Stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, general consent issues and non-consensual sex acts (though not rape), smut, dark/toxic Rafe Cameron, fear kink, manipulation, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, mild non-consensual somnophilia (the kink not the act), phone tapping. [Dead dove: do not eat]

Additional Tags: Masturbation, hidden cameras, phone calls, hurt/(false) comfort, dacryphilia, established relationship, hotels, crying, fear and anxiety, watching someone sleep, stealing.

1.9k words / oneshot

He’s always been obsessive, grown to accept it as just part of his nature, something unchangeable. First, when he was a kid, following his crush around and tugging on her hair to get her attention, collecting the pens she left behind by accident. Then another girl in high school who he consistently stole small things from — hair ties, chewed pencils, one of her bracelets — to keep in his nightstand until she got a boyfriend, who he spent the rest of his high school career ruining the social life of. Then alcohol, then the white lady herself. Now it’s a girl he met while she was bartending at the yacht club, Sofia, except this time he managed to finally get her to himself. Finally found a way to keep her. Got her to quit that bartending job, the thought of her being around other men, especially drunk ones with lower inhibitions who’d likely notice her beauty like he did and try to act on it, making him sick. Made her move out of her parents’ house, convinced her she’ll always be safer and happier at Tannyhill than anywhere else. Tapped her phone when she seemingly trusted him enough to leave it with him, giving him a way to see exactly what she was doing on her screen instead of talking to him, a way to listen in on every conversation with someone other than him.

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starmocha · 2 months ago

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me and all the other anons sending papa!rafa asks: us????? 😯 in cahoots???? 😱 never!!! 🫤

also us: 🙃😈

fr though it's canon he calls the little onss kiddos

imagine him at an art exhibit and staying just long enough to take some pics and do a few interviews (thomas had to force him to even go at all) and all of that happens before it's even 11pm

when he gets ambushed by a reporter outside who asks if he's not staying for the party or if he's coming back for the after and he just shakes his head like "nah, i'd rather go home to my family. plus kiddo's got a presentation at school tomorrow morning, can't miss it."

imagine his fans going crazy on social media after posting about mc like "THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭"

🫵 I CAN'T AFFORD TO LOVE ANOTHER TRAUMATIZED MAN

😭😭😭😭 why am I now imagining little Coral trying to stay up late waiting for daddy to come home from the exhibit, and he's in a little sea-themed onesie, and he's clutching his favorite plushie and just dozing off on the couch. Every time MC tries to pick him up, he whines (just like his daddy lmao) that he needs to wait for daddy to come home and sing him a (Lemurian) lullaby before he can sleep

Cue a week later, Coral now owns a CD with recordings of his father singing lullabies, complete with an intro: "Heyyyyy, my little fishie~" 💀✌️

#x — 💌#anonymous #lads bbs.txt #coral.txt #i've been listening to raf's voice invitation on repeat a few times #I CAN'T BE A RAF GIRLIE #I ALREADY HAVE SNOOKUMS AND CALEB HUBBY AND BIG CA-CAWK #I'VE LITERALLY BEEN LOVING THEM IN SHIFTS LMAOOO #......#WAIT A MINUTE #THIS COULD BE A GREAT FIRST STORY FOR CORAL #✍️✍️✍️#alright the raf girlies are forgiven for manipulating me 😌 for now 😥

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b1mbodoll · 1 year ago

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pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: heavy noncon / r*pe + drugs + stepcest + anal + manipulation kinda + somnophilia + breath play

💌: sorry if this is too dark but im DRUNK ans this thought is swimmin in my lil head

stepdad! jake sneaking into your room at night while your mother is asleep, he slipped something in your drink at dinner and has been waiting for you to fall asleep, knowing the drugs will keep you pliant and make it easy for him to take advantage of his cute little stepdaughter.

he locks the door behind him before propping his phone up on your dresser to get a clear view of your bed, afterwards making his way to you and taking his time groping your unconscious body, grinding his thick cock against your ass as his big hands knead the soft skin of your tits, taking your hardened nipples between his fingers to pinch and pull them, quiet grunts escaping him as he humps you faster.

perhaps he didnt do a high enough dose, because your sweet little eyes flutter open and your stepdaddy has to place a heavy hand over your mouth before you’re able to process what’s happening, tears filling your lashline as he cums and the sticky semen makes a mess of your cute panties.

you wrap your smaller hands around his wrist and tug, struggling against jake. “shh, princess ‘s okay. i’ll let you go but you hafta promise to be quiet, alright? can you do that for daddy?”

you nod your head and he releases you, on edge and ready to shut you up if you scream. “daddy we can’t do this, i don’t want to.. ‘s not right.” you whine, trying to put space between the two of you.

“you’re breakin’ my heart, baby, ‘course we can do this. i make the decisions here, not you, little girl.” he chastises, a stupidly attractive smirk on his lips. you tilt your head and think his words over; you’ve always wanted to fuck him but now that he’s done this, you’re not so sure you want to anymore, feeling icky and used.

jake flips you on your tummy before you can voice your denial again, ripping your shorts off and groaning at the sight of your bare pussy. “no panties, huh? you must’ve wanted this, sweetheart. don’t fight this and i promise to be gentle.”

he’s so much stronger than you, using his full weight to pin you down and it makes your cunt clench, arousal causing you to grow wetter despite how you shake your head no and sob softly. he teases your hole with his cockhead, coating his entire length in your juices. you prepare for the intrusion, shaking as you wait for him to fuck your pussy but he pulls his cock away and before you can sigh in relief he pushes past the tight rim of your asshole, the pain making you squeal and squirm.

jake grits his teeth and fucks into you, inch after inch of his thick cock pressing deep inside. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, princess. daddy couldn’t help it, ‘m so sorry.” it hurts so bad you feel like you could pass out any minute now, jake’s voice sounding distant as you try to focus on anything but how much he’s stretching your hole open. “fuck, it’ll be over soon sweet girl, you’re doing so good for me.”

your stepdad leans over, pressing kisses to your nape and whispering apologies as he violates you, wrapping a hand around your throat to ground himself, not wanting to cum just yet. he can feel your tears as they stream down your cheeks and fall onto his wrist, guilt flooding his mind as his cock twitches inside of his little stepdaughter’s ass.

“please stop, jakey, i don’t want this.” you whimper, voice raspy as you struggle to speak from the pressure applied to your neck. “if you love me you’ll stop.”

he lets out a guttural moan at your words, thrusting into you faster as his guilt is washed away and pleasure clouds his mind. “i do love you, baby, that’s why ‘m doin’ this.. you feel too good t’stop now, just take it, angel. be a good girl for me.”

his words cause something within you to stir, eyes unfocused as you lay limp, allowing your stepfather to continue using you like a fuckdoll and allowing yourself to succumb to the pleasure as well, mouth falling open in a silent scream when he pulls out to the tip, fucking into you in one go before his hips still, hot and thick ropes of cum spilling deep within you.

you hope jake doesn’t realize that his orgasm triggered your own, empty cunt clenching around nothing.

#♡.the honeypot #this is super dark sorry!!!!!#what am i if not a sick and depraved little freak #enhypen #sim jaeyun #jake sim #jake sim x reader #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #💌.noncon #💌.stepcest #💌.anal #💌.drugs #💌.somnophilia #💌.breath play #💌.manipulation

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I’m begging and scratching at the walls for more plug!sukuna omg. I’ve been thinking about him at a party really clinging to a shy girl, trying to get her to “just take one hit you’ll like it” and something something he convinces her to sit on his lap and he lets her explore his body, slowly getting really worked up. Letting her have “control” until he loses it.

Once again this weeks dub has me by the NECK Ray chase ate and left no crumbs UNFFF I hope you like this! Scummy Sukuna my beloved 💖

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, creampie, manipulation, vaginal sex, choking, degradation, smoking oui'd, coercion, slight oral fixation.

words: 2k

“Alone?” a voice asks, sitting beside you on the couch. You shuffle as much as you can to give him space, keeping your knees together as he decides to manspread and rest his arm around the back.

“No I’m with my—” you turn to look at Nobara before realising she’s attached her lips to someone else’s while you were disassociating. “Oh, well, kind of.” you shrug.

He smirks, leaning forward. “Good,” he tells you as he pulls some things out of his pocket and places them on the coffee table. It’s like a science, watching people roll blunts. You’ve never tried it and you’ve never wanted to, not when you’ve heard so many horror stories. But whenever you’ve been around to see someone roll, you’ve always been oddly captivated. “You look lost.”

“U-Um…” you huff, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t really like parties…” you sigh.

He nods, not saying anything else as he continues to finish rolling his joint. It’s quick and easy, like he does this all day everyday and has it perfected. You watch him light it, but look down at your lap when he leans back against the couch.

“Why not?” he wonders. “Too loud? Too many people?”

“Yeah…” you confess, feeling a little lame as you admit your true feelings.

You’re in the prime of your life and you’re complaining about being at a party. You wouldn’t mind as much if Nobara wasn’t occupied. But you don’t know anyone else here. Truthfully, you probably would have snuck home if he didn’t sit down to talk to you. You’d much rather be at home with some takeout food and a bingeable show.

Your heart sinks a little when he stands up. Have you really embarrassed yourself that much? So much so that you’ve bored him enough to leave. He walks away, turning to face you after taking a good amount of steps.

“Are you coming? Thought you didn’t like parties.” he speaks. He waits until you stand up, but carries on walking before you can catch up to him. You follow him through the house and up the stairs. It’s a lot quieter, though there are still muffles. Soft moans from one room and crying from another. “Sukuna. If you were wondering.” he introduces himself, not bothering to look at you as he does.

You tell him your name, and realise he’s brought you to a bedroom.

“Get comfy.” he instructs, he turns on a light, dimming it slowly when he sees your eyes screw shut from the brightness. The music still plays softly through the gaps of the door and into the room from the rest of the house. “Why’d you come here if you don’t like parties?”

“My friend… she wanted me to.”

“So you just do what people tell you to?” he asks, sitting beside you on the bed.

Your face fills with heat and your heart begins to race. You wiggle away from him slightly to keep some distance between you. He takes a drag of his blunt, looking up at the lights as he puffs a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

“Not always.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he holds the blunt out for you to try. You shake your head, though, declining immediately. Even with a few drinks in your system, you know better.

“Awe, no fun.” he chuckles, taking another drag. “C’mon. One hit, sweetheart.” he tells you, getting closer to you again and putting his arm around you. Your head drops, eyes finding where his hand rests on your hip before looking at the joint he’s holding right in front of you.

“I— I’ve never… I’ve never smoked before.” you admit.

“That’s cute. One puff won’t hurt, yeah?” he speaks, though you’re unsure if he’s trying to convince you or if he’s actually certain it won’t hurt. He smiles widely, it’s toothy and somewhat intimidating. He’s happy. He can see that you’re considering it. “Promise you’ll like it.”

You gulp, heartily, before wrapping your lips around the end of it. You’ve smoked cigarettes before, and you could only assume it would be similar.

Wrong.

You cough, sputter, gag from the invasion. He laughs at your expense, though he smooths a large palm up and down your back to soothe you. Your throat feels charred. It’s like the smoke has burnt holes throughout your oesophagus and the edges are scalding.

He gets up and walks towards a mini fridge you hadn’t noticed, tossing a bottle of water in your direction. And you drink it, quickly, the bottle crackling as you squeeze and drain it of every drop you can steal.

“S-Sorry,” you apologise, still coughing slightly. “That was embarrassing.”

“Yeah.” he agrees. “You really weren’t lying about it being your first time, hah?” he keeps going. Unfortunately for you, you don’t realise that he’s goading you. And it’s working.

You ask for another hit, out of principle. And of course, he smiles and hands it to you.

It gets easier, for sure. Soon enough, you’ve smoked the whole thing. He applauds you, impressed. But why does it make your ego swell? Your confidence soars, you don’t feel so shy anymore.

Not around him.

“C’mere,” he instructs, patting his thighs as an invitation. You look between his ruby red eyes and thick thighs as you decide whether you want to or not. You hesitate, a few times, before eventually standing up. He guides you down by your hips, your thighs straddling his while his hands dip beneath your skirt and thumbs stroke your skin soothingly.

Your eyes feel heavy, and he can’t help but smile when he sees how bloodshot they are. He can see how your eyes want to widen in shock. So utterly confused about how you got here.

He doesn’t give you a chance to think, though, not when his large hand cradles the crown of your head and pulls you towards himself. Your lips are caught together. It’s tame, to him. But to you it’s scandalous. A random hook up isn’t something you’ve ever done. You’re a long term relationship kind of girl.

But you can’t help yourself, now. His personality is magnetic, and his charm is captivating. You don’t want to disappoint him, for some reason. The thought of letting him down scares you. The idea of disobeying him makes your heart race.

That could just be the drugs, though.

You pull back, tracing your fingers over his body. A breathy gasp leaves you as he pulls off his vest, tossing it aside to reveal his chiselled body. Your cunt throbs as you feel how ripped he is. He’s the biggest man you’ve ever been with, like this, and he knows it too. He can tell by the look on your face.

The way you unashamedly squeeze his biceps. Two of your little hands aren’t even enough to wrap around the entire muscle.

He watches you, calmly, admiring how cute you look as you inspect every inch of his body.

“Having fun?” he asks, you give nothing but a dumb nod in response. His skin is smooth and you find yourself tracing a single finger over all of his tattoos. He guides you by your chin to look at him again, leaning forward to kiss you.

You reciprocate, allowing him to kiss you his way. He slips his tongue between the seam of your lips and two rough hands reach under your skirt and grab the fat of your ass. You wrap your legs around his back as he lifts you up, helping you back down so that your back is flat against the mattress.

He ruts his body against yours. And you can feel just how hard he is beneath his sweats. It’s huge, it feels huge. But you can barely focus as each dry humping of his hips stimulates your core.

“Fuck, need to fuck you,” he whispers against your ear and nibbling on the lobe. Your eyes roll back as he chokes you softly, and your own hips begin to buck as you search for more pleasure.

You’ve never felt so aroused before.

It’s like all of the blood is rushing to your core and pleading with you to stimulate yourself further. You need more. More. You wonder if anything will ever be enough, though.

“S’fucking cute, wan’ my cock bad, hah? Am I right?”

“F-Fuck me, please.” you whimper, screwing your eyes shut so that he can’t see how embarrassed you are.

He loosens his grip on your neck, moving it to cup your cheek instead. You instinctively open your mouth for him, and he lets out a soft laugh before pushing his thumb between your lips. He pulls down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock, eyes not leaving you for a second as you swirl your tongue around his thumb, bobbing and sucking all the while.

“I fucking knew it,” he speaks, “Always the quiet ones, always the dirtiest.”

You giggle a little, still suckling on his thumb like it was your sole purpose on this earth. He flips up your skirt to reveal a cute little g-string beneath.

“You don’t like parties? S’that why you came here dressed like a little whore?” he asks, pushing the material into the crease of your thigh. He lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. “Sorry I didn’t prep ya, but you’re drenched anyway. Besides, a slut like you prob’ly doesn’t mind getting fucked like this.” he continues. He forces himself into you, ignoring the resistance until he’s snuggled inside.

He is huge.

The way your pussy splits open just to take the sheer girth of him makes you wonder if he’s even human. His cockhead nudges at your cervix, and every thrust he delivers hammers against it ruthlessly.

“H-Hurh…” you try to tell him that you’re hurting, but his thumb presses down on your thumb and it makes you gag. Though he slows down, knowing you were warning him. He isn’t a complete monster, after all. He’s a bit of a dick, sure, but he wants you to enjoy this, too.

His thrusts aren’t as deep anymore, sparing your poor cervix for the time being. The pain subsides and turns into something a lot more pleasant. So much so, that you can’t stop yourself from raking your nails across his back as he hits just the right spot inside of you with his enormous cock.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, opting to squeeze the sides of your neck again instead. Your moans become lodged in your throat, and you can’t voice just how fucking perfect he feels inside of you. You’re close, so fucking close.

Though surprisingly, he cums first, loudly. Unable to withstand the blinding pleasure he feels as your tiny little cunt tightens around him. His body breaks out in a cold sweat as he moans, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you. His restraint is lost, and he’s soon nudging against your cervix again, forcing every drop he can deep into your womb.

The warm feeling has your eyes crossing as you begin to spasm around him. He hisses, desperately, too overstimulated to keep quiet as your walls begin to hug his cock.

“You can stay the night, if you want.” Sukuna tells you, pulling himself out of your spent hole. He wipes his dick off on your inner thigh, though you barely register it as you think about what he said.

“Is this… Is this your house? Your party?”

“Little brother’s party. I live here, too.”

He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea. You’re certainly a sweet girl, and you seem like the type to get attached. He has an ulterior motive in mind, though. Sure, maybe he’ll fuck you a few more times throughout the night. But he hopes you won’t be a fool and fall for him.

He has a goal for the following morning.

He wants to know how Yuuji’s girlfriend will react to seeing a girl leave his bedroom.

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