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icallhimjoey · 3 months

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please bestie i want some soft love that's so second nature joe doesnt even have his attention with you whilst he gives it, please can you write something like that?

im not allowed to write right now because work and stress and boundaries and mental health etc etc so 🥰fuck you🥰 for this Wordcount: 1.8K

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Cotton Soft Touches Gentle Voices Smooth

“What are you doing?”

You barely even heard Joe ask the question from across the room. You were so buried in whatever was happening on TV, focus completely zoomed in, mind somewhere else entirely. It took Joe another try for you to register the question directed at you.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Hmm?” you turned your head to Joe before your eyes followed and for a moment, you just slowly blinked at him. Something about his face combined with the fact that it really took you a minute to find yourself back in the room made you smile. You were so cosy.

“Watching TV.” you answered innocently, because you were, eyes back on the screen already.

You were warmly nestled into the sofa, curled up, knees pulled in, all comfortable in your white ribbed cotton pyjamas. The throwpillows and blankets on the sofa created the perfect nest for you to happily curl up into.

Snug.

Soft ambient light from several lamps placed in strategic corners lit up the room just enough. If you stood and opened the curtains a bit more, you could still catch the faint and fading oranges of the sunset.

You were shower fresh, limbs covered by white clean cotton, nose still a little cold from the difference in temperature after getting out of the hot stream, and wet hair cool where it touched your skin.

But you felt so warm.

So fucking cosy.

When you’d walked back into the living room post shower, skin glossy and wet hair brushed back, Joe had installed himself at the dinner table with his laptop and a notebook.

He’d cleared away the mess from dinner and had turned his spot into a desk.

“Just need to do these e-mails,” he said after you’d let your arms curl around him from behind, arms that he grabbed hold of for a second, and you kissed the top of his head.

“Will only be a minute.”

You’d left him to it then, not minding that Joe had some work to do, just happy that he was in the same room instead of hidden away in what he called the office and you called the guest bedroom.

The ‘only a minute’ easily turned into an hour plus. Joe kept busy on both his computer and his phone, and would sometimes scribble some things down onto paper. There was a phone call or two, just quick “Sorry to call so late, but have you seen the...” and, “Hey, yea, I'm just reading it now, can I call you back in a minute?” type things.

Joe became background noise to you the second you snuggled up, and similarly the low sounds coming from the TV were just a nice reminder that Joe wasn’t alone.

But then, halfway through typing a response to an e-mail, something in Joe’s peripheral vision caught his attention.

Something moving slowly.

A little rhythmically.

When he peeked over his laptop screen and saw his girlfriend looking just about the most comfortable she’d ever looked, he didn’t even think you were aware that you were doing it.

In your layers of soft cream fabrics, head slumped to the side, Joe saw how you let your fingers softly skim over the area below your ear. They danced in circles and lines by your jaw, onto your cheek just a little before trailing back to your neck and—

That was what Joe always did.

That’s where Joe let his fingers draw shapes.

He would brush some hair from your face and would then let his fingertips linger, and it always made you hum. Made you relax. Gave you tingles that made your hearing go funny for a second.

Joe watched you lazily self soothe, and after a moment he decided that he’d actually done enough work. He could finish this e-mail tomorrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Hmm? Watching TV.”

Your eyes were back on the screen before Joe could’ve even said anything about how you were touching yourself.

It was nothing sexual - not really. Not what he was witnessing right now anyway. He imagined it just felt nice.

He closed his laptop and got up from his seat, and without looking away from the TV, you moved to make space for Joe next to you, knowing he’d make his way over to press himself into your side.

Joe smiled as you moved blankets aside but kept that one hand near your ear, index finger mapping out your hairline towards the nape of your neck and back.

Instead of sitting down though, Joe pushed a knee into the sofa right next to your thigh and placed his fingers right were yours were, pushing them aside.

“I do this,” Joe said as he hovered over you, and you grinned as you let your head fall to the side more. “This is my job.”

Joe tickled his fingers along your soft skin, fresh and clean from the shower, and it only took a few seconds for you to sigh into his touch.

It was nicer when Joe did it.

“S’nice?” Joe murmured, still with just one knee on the sofa, and you hummed, eyes closed, nodding.

“Is nicer when you do it.”

“Yea?”

Joe leant forward to press a kiss to your cheek, getting you just under your eye, and then he moved to sit down next to you.

After a shuffle of throws, pillows, and limbs, you found yourself under Joe’s arm, curled up into his side.

You were comfortable before, but this would always be infinitely better.

“Hmm, you smell nice.” Joe commented after taking a moment to press his nose into your still damp hair.

“Yea? What do I smell like? Shampoo?” you whispered, voice not wanting to be any louder.

Joe easily bit, taking the invitation to get another real good whiff of you, his whole face now pressing into the crook of your neck.

You relished the attention, feeling fuzzy on the inside, heat blooming in your chest.

“Yea, sort of lemony… all fresh and clean.”

You blushed and were unable to hide your smile as you settled together for some TV watching, warm bodies pressed together, always fitting just right somehow.

Joe’s arm rested on the back of the sofa and bent around your head just right for his fingers to play. To touch the skin around your ear like you’d been doing before. To lightly trail and leave goosebumps down your whole body.

You could easily fall asleep like this, legs intertwined, head on his chest.

You lazily watched TV in silence for a while and if Joe was going to keep up the barely there shapes drawn down your neck you knew you actually would fall asleep.

It was becoming difficult to keep your eyes open, every blink a comfortable invitation to just keep them closed, but then the soft buzzing of Joe’s phone pulled you both from your haze.

Joe had your earlobe in between his fingers when he answered, and for a moment you were fully expecting him to get up. Move to where his laptop lay shut to open it once more to maybe finish something he hadn’t yet.

But when you tried to sit up a little for Joe to slip out of this cocoon you’d created, you felt his arm tense. He wasn’t letting go of the soft skin of your ear and to make sure you stayed put, he bent a leg to keep yours in place.

“It’s past ten, mate,” Joe answered and although you didn’t know who was calling him, just from his tone of voice you knew it wasn’t work related.

Joe gently rubbed your earlobe between his fingers and it felt so nice, it turned the world blurry as you unfocused your eyes.

When you relaxed back into him, sinking into the line of his body, Joe tilted his head down to look at you, barely catching your little smile but happy to see you were still enticed by whatever was happening on TV.

You weren’t though.

Not really.

Because as Joe spoke, he let his fingers continue what they’d been doing and if he thought you were able to try to follow his conversation as well as what you were watching whilst he made you melt with his touch, he was wrong.

You were bad at multitasking on a good day, and you knew Joe was too. The fact that he was somehow able to keep you lax and floating whilst simultaneously being mentally present for this phone call was impressive.

Joe laughed through casual conversation with a friend who had some questions about future plans they’d made. Their chat quickly turned into a hey-now-that-I’ve-got-you-on-the-phone catch up.

The low vibrations from his smooth voice were nice. You felt them where your face rested on his chest and relished in the tender love you were receiving that felt like a second nature sort of thing.

“No, I’m just at home. Watching TV.”

Not being mentioned suddenly made Joes fingers feel a little scandalous. Like the person on the phone wasn’t allowed to know you were there and how he was making you feel right now.

It got a little worse when you felt how Joe let his fingers trail down your neck to disappear into your pyjama top where they slowly caressed over your collarbone.

Your voice let a little noise escape when his hand snuck back up again, finding its way into your hair, and Joe chuckled lowly.

You let yourself balance on the borders of consciousness, half asleep with thoughts so far removed from where you were, yet half laser focused on Joe’s fingers and where they tickled your skin.

Unsure of when you’d drifted off, or when Joe had finished his phone call, the next thing you registered was a soft and low far away, “Have I done a plait?” that pulled you back into the room a little more.

With your eyes still closed you reached a heavy hand up to feel what was essentially just a twirled strand of hair, not a plait at all.

You couldn’t hide the little smile that spread at how adorable you thought it was that Joe’d just been playing with your hair and thought he’d actually done something.

He hadn’t.

He just made you feel loved, which was actually far better than a plait.

“Mhm,” you hummed approvingly, snuggling up into Joe more, understanding that it was likely much smarter to just get up and find your way into bed, but you’d quite literally never been more comfortable before.

“I’ve done a plait.” Joe whispered, gleefully proud of himself and making sure that you knew, that you’d heard him, give him some praise.

“Well done.” You lied, because he’d not done a plait, but that was okay.

You weren’t going to shoot yourself in the foot, because you were about to sink back into sleep and there was just one thing that’d make you feel even more comfortable.

That would send you right back off into sleep.

“Do another.”

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banj0possum · 1 year

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What does goth man look like 👁️👁️

whaT DO THE ZOMBIES LOOK LIKE???

this reminded me that i had a wip of the zombie horde in my procreate ghhghhhghgh but i want to give yall a little more than that so im also throwing in some headcannons and stuff from when they were alive <3 <3 <3

💀 Ribs' hair is bleached blonde! It also has a faint smell of weed, hmm.

💀 Just as he is now, he was very hyper. He used to go to a lot of parties and raves. He was actually at a beach concert when he got infected.

💀 He reacts to rock music, if you play a song near him, he’ll turn to where the sound is coming from and go to it and hop around happily, it’s a good way to find him if you loose him in the mall.

💀 Screw looked like he was a scavenger like you before turning into a zombie, you found old cans of food and an almost empty flask of water in his bag amidst things he probably picked up, things he very much didn’t need anymore in his current state.

💀 He and Ribs found a pair of scissors in your drawers once and you came back to your bunker to Ribs cutting Screw’s hair. They both just stared at you with Screw’s hair all over the floor, that’s why his hair looks a bit choppy.

💀 He gets cold easily somehow so he clings onto you the most, the others are a little jealous..

💀 Soda has a lot of burn scars on his shoulder, you make it a point to not use fire around him as he chirped and cooed worryingly when you lit a match to warm some food.

💀 His hair is surprisingly soft, a bit dry but it isn’t as covered in blood and dirt like the others.

💀 his shirt is slightly in better shape than the rest of his clothes, he’s probably had to change it after a while.

💀 Bo looks like he’s lasted longer than the others considering his supposed military experience and a bandage present on his leg ever before finding him, he’s had in on for a while.

💀 The sides of his face are scratches and torn, revealing his teeth underneath, it makes it hard to chew sometimes but that’s why he focuses more on getting the others food more than himself.

💀 He’s a bit of an attention seeker so if you see him beekeeping the others in line or doing something good, please praise him, he’ll be so happy. The others tease him for it because he resembles a dog when he leans down for you to pat his head.

Anyway here’s your funny little zombos !! Hope you like how they turned out ! I promise to give y’all a proper drawing of goth next time too!

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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┌─ “ ! „ MAGNESIUM

tw. noncon, blood, branding/marking, some pretty egregious dirty talk and degradation, threats, mirror sex, horror elements, knife play, manipulation, murder, little bit of gore, there be a dead body in here somewhere wordcount. 6.3k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by a lovely lovely person whomst im so grateful for ♡ i reallyyy liked writing sakusa a lot so i hope you like it and it is what you hAd IN MINDDD!! this was such a fun commission thank yoUU a ton seriously! mwUah ♡♡♡ i hopeee you enjoy!!! kiSsES once again a million million kisses to everyone who helped read through it when i was struggling you're the bestest ilY

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

It’s almost impossible to believe that everything led up to - this. You’re slumped against the car door in the back, and though you’re not knocked out, you sort of wish you were. Instead you have to feel the hard glare Kiyoomi sends you through the rear view mirror each time his eyes flick up as he reverses out of the street. There’s tension so thick that you can’t just cut it, but it’s troubling the air between you two like polluted water. Silence drags on until you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm up.

“Where are we going?” You whisper.

The man in front smoothly turns the corner, as an almost impalpable furrow moves his brow. It takes him too long to answer for your liking, as you shuffle in the leather seat, unable to get comfortable. “I don’t like fighting with you, but you always push me.” The dry tone and answer says everything his eyes can’t. “Tonight pissed me off, you know? I’m not ever gonna let you go.”

“All this because Atsumu complimented me?” You try, and when that doesn’t get a reaction - not even a blink, your hands clamp together. “He’s like that to everyone. He was calling Hinata ‘real handsome’ all evening.” Nothing. The Kiyoomi you fell in love with was a bit sarcastic and clumsy in his words, but he wasn’t ever cruel. Wasn’t ever purposefully standoffish. What seems left of him is only the brittle, icy void. You would’ve been better off breaking up days ago.

He also would’ve given the blond the benefit of the doubt.

You can basically feel the smile shine off of your face closing the billowing curtains against the golden light, looking back at the dark-haired beauty splayed out over your bed. You clear your voice. “So what’s the deal with your teammate- that Miya guy?” Kiyoomi’s brow raises a few millimeters. “He’s serious? He’s really like that all the time?”

“The whole flirtatious act?” Your boyfriend yawns into the question, before rolling over so that his muscular shoulders, pecks, and that pretty waist are even more distracting. It’s infuriating how good he looks. But you nod, and place yourself down on the edge - where he trails a lazy hand over the back of your hand. “Oh, yeah. He has this overflowing… charisma that you can’t help but get used to, and learn to appreciate.” He chuckles when you frown. “He drives me up the wall. But he’s a good guy.”

“Hmm?” Your pout is instantly enough to have him reaching around to pull you down onto him. “You’re not worried?”

You try to blink away tears, and stare out the window instead, at every light that flashes past. More to yourself than to him, you hiccup as you brush away the wobbly lines of heat down your cheeks. “You’ve been acting so— different.” He barely glances before turning too comfortably at the next lights, speeding up enough to make your chest feel tight. “I don’t know what’s happened, but I want you to go back to how you were.” That’s the only way you can put it. It’s like there’s nothing left.

Kiyoomi’s mouth corners drop at your confession, but he doesn’t speak. You’re not sure you want him to anyway. His free hand runs through his brushed back hair, long fingers sitting still against the steering wheel when they land. And they don’t move again as you sit in the quiet cold.

“Worried?” He repeats, calm expression changing into a grin. “Please, Miya fucking wishes.” You laugh when his lips start dragging down your pulse and he softly moans against you. “You’ve got way better taste than that. In neighbors - and,” his kisses get a little more hot and needy when his large hands glide down your body to grab your ass and pull you closer, “in boyfriends- and in perfume— you smell sexy, ‘s that new?”

You giggle harder, can’t help but get flustered when he gets so touchy. “I’ll get an inflated ego if you compliment me so much.” He shrugs, and positions you better onto his broad chest. But still. “How don’t you get jealous? I’m pretty sure I would if the roles were reversed.” His dark hair is splayed out over the pillow when he drops his head back, and those pretty eyes flick over your face for a second, thinking.

“I do,” he eventually breathes, “but not because of you, and definitely not with Miya Atsumu.” When you start giggling again, he frowns. “I mean, truly- genuinely-” You snort, and he stares at you with an affronted look. “If you wanna run into the egotistical, bombastic, borderline- pathetic sunset with that guy, I might have to take a long, hard look at myself. Wonder what horrible traits you’re dating me for.” His eyes fall back to you when you take a deep breath, and he goes a little bit softer as you nuzzle up under his chin. “You wanna leave me for a shitty dye job?”

“I don’t think so,” you whisper back. He looks much too at ease in the comfort of your now shared apartment.

The silence that once felt so comfortable, now squeezes the life out of you with all it’s got. Only after a few minutes, Kiyoomi’s voice reaches out, and the shiver down your neck seems to screw the icy collar down tighter.

“Y’know, I hate how that Miya looks at you. Makes me want to carve his fucking eyes out.”

About a week into living in Tokyo, you decide it’s not all that bad. Hauling along the giant box of fresh veggies and two more bags of groceries, you can barely look over enough to watch the elevator open, and hasten your steps. “Hold the door, please! There’s no way I’m doing the stairs today,” you sigh, and watch as the doors ping. You slide in just in time, and a deep chuckle follows when your arms start slowly folding with the weight.

“That’s … some collection you’ve got there,” the deep voice continues, “did I miss the call on doomsday?”

You manage to turn yourself enough to see the pair of warm, obsidian eyes staring down at you - soft curly hair freshly wet from a shower. The eggplants and pumpkins in your box start rolling toward the edge, so you shift the box onto your side with a struggling smile. “No, I- I like to buy in big batches and pre-chop everything to freeze. I don’t really love cooking so… that way I save- some time while still…” You fall quiet when he keeps your gaze without any reaction, and clear your voice. Most of his face is kept behind a black surgical mask, hiding what you imagine to be the rest of a handsome face.

But no one likes being stuck in unwanted small talk, do they. He nods though, right as you arrive on your floor and the doors slide open. “That’s smart. I’ll have to try that sometime.” The box starts slipping further. The noiret’s eyes go from your face to your white-knuckled grip, and then back. “Would you like some help with that?”

“Please,” you can’t say quickly enough, afraid that one wrong move will send the entire box rolling across the floor. It’s not like you to admit defeat so easily, but currently your pride could cost you a hundred on fresh produce, and— he doesn’t seem like the type to ask if he’d mind. Your neighbor doesn’t say anything, but his eyes crinkle a little with a smile. Aside from some very brief passings in the hallway, you haven’t had the chance to meet any of your building’s occupants yet. He doesn’t bat an eye when lifting the very heavy box out of your arms, and you fluster. “Sorry for the hassle.”

“No, it’s alright. I have the afternoon off - ‘s nothing. You’re the new 3B tennant, right?” He frees one hand just to slide his mask down when you nod your face towards your door. He’s probably the prettiest guy you’ve seen to date, strong jawline, full lips and an almost perfectly straight nose; dark curls framing smart, observant eyes. So not only is he tall and charming, he’s also hot. When you mumble a soft acknowledgement, he gives you a little smile, and you can’t help but feel a bit too seen. “I’m Kiyoomi.”

You think you like Kiyoomi.

The heat of hands shakes you out of sleep with a slight startle, and the surprise soon makes way for a wave of rolling pleasure mixed under a heavy layer of embarrassment - at the way Kiyoomi’s toying with your body like it’s his own, and the low chuckle he lets out when you let out a pinched whimper. One of his hands is two fingers deep inside your pussy by the time you can even blink the sleep out of your eyes, feeling the warmth flood onto your face. As slick gathers between your thighs, he pushes himself up above you, and squeezes your throat between his free fingers.

“Sorry for waking you up, baby.” There’s a sharp glint in his eyes that you can’t miss even with the low light, deep from within. His hand slides down the curve of your spine to settle around your hip, pressing you further into bed as your back arches when he curls his fingers without any mercy. Though you are leaving wetness all over his hand, the sudden invasion is still a little jarring, definitely when he starts sucking at your tits and bites down. “Omi, ow,” you breathe, and he only grunts as he nudges a thigh between your knees, spreading you apart. “Right now?”

“Shhh, just bear it for a bit,” he mumbles back, as his hand trails down your ribcage and forces your body to adjust to him when he hikes your leg over his shoulder. “Woke up so hard thinking of you, and- you were so cute just sleeping here next to me without a worry in the world.” His fingers are replaced quickly by the hot head of his cock, that is slid a few inches too deep right away, and your whimpering only drives him further. “Ah, fuck, there it is. Good- fucking- girl…” By the time he bottoms out there’s silvery slivers running down your face and you’re shaking your head as the ache has you moaning with pain.

But the dark haired man above you barely gives you any time to adjust, before he starts rocking himself against your center and rubbing himself deep enough to force your mouth shut. “You trust me, don’t you, angel?” He pants, stroking the inside of your thigh a few times, before starting a punishing rhythm that rocks the bed hard. The question takes you off guard, but it doesn’t seem like Kiyoomi needs an answer to keep going anyway, and you swallow down your whimper to hide your face in the pillow. He’s so big and rough and your body can’t keep up. “Oh, your pussy’s so fucking good. So tight and- warm, agh, fuck.”

Jutting out your lip into a little pout, you let out a little noise. You’re trying not to let the way he’s basically getting himself off inside you ruin your mood. After a moment, you blink up at him with wobbly vision. “Can you kiss me?” He takes a few seconds before the words register, fucking you harder each time he bottoms out— before his dark eyes go from your eyes to your lips like he’s having to debate it. And that hurts. He decides maybe against better judgment to lean in anyway, and presses his lips to yours with a low sigh, an almost moan that you suppose you have to be content with.

He pushes your knee up to your chest as he gets closer, and the heavy pressure of his body on yours gets even more unbearable when his free hand wraps around your neck and presses until you’re gasping out. Your boyfriend’s eyes glint as they flick all over your face, and a small grin starts to travel up his lips. “Don’t you like me better like this?” You’re too distracted by the pounding in your head to answer, and whine out his name as your back arches off the bed. And Kiyoomi pants as he forces you to take each thrust. “I like you a lot. Wanna keep you.” You throw your head back, and reach around his wide shoulders to pull him even closer, trying to lock your legs around his waist with a sigh.

“Shit, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he pants into your mouth as he rocks himself into you, forehead to forehead as your nails dig into his skin. You feel bad, but you can’t help but pull him closer by his shoulders as the shower water trickles between you two and makes the entire room a steamy mix of pants and sweaty touches. “So-” he kisses messily, making you smile as his tongue swipes yours, “-damn pretty. I love your body so much.”

“And me?” You breathe back, letting your body tremble in his strong hands as he rocks himself so deep inside you that it’s making you breathless. Your little whine makes him stare, and nod.

“Of course I love you even more— don’t be silly- agh, fuck.” You move one hand to brush the wet tresses of hair out of his face and let yourself get moved up and down him, thighs wrapped ever so tight around his narrow waist. He breathes your name like the word itself is lovely, and you can’t help but moan a long whimper of his name when he hits the right spot so perfectly. “You feel so good, taking my cock right in there- that tight, little pussy. Drooling all over me, huh.” Another kiss as you swallow your mix of spit and rest your hand on his cheek. “You drive me crazy. I really- ugh- really love you, baby.”

Your tits brush up against his chest. “Promise?”

“Uhuh, mh-ahg. Promise. I can’t get enough of you.”

Sometimes you swear you can hear the house close in around you with heavy breaths.

The door to your apartment already hangs open when you notice the noise. The low thumping that is only audible when you slide the headphones off, a vaguely rhythmic noise that makes the hairs on your neck stand. You slide off the bed with a little frown, and smooth the wrinkles in your camisole as you peer into the open apartment area - which is empty. “Babe?” The door wobbles when the wind passes through, and your frown only digs deeper into your face when there’s no answer.

“Kiyoomi?”

The noise is louder when you walk towards the hall, and fist your hands into the bottom of the flimsy dress to pull it down. Only after a few moments of thought, your instinct drives you across the hall to pull open the door of the neighbors’, a young guy who moved in after you two did. Sure enough, your stomach drops as the scene splays out before you. There’s red all over the floor, Kiyoomi’s hands, and most horrifying - all over Ryouta’s nose and mouth as the barrage of fists lands over and over again— and you let out a horrified gasp. The damage has already been done, the brunet lays back with swollen eyes and is no longer fighting back, and you’re basically stunned in place as his knuckles crack on his cheek again.

When you manage the next breath, you force out a call of his name between tears. “Hck- Kiyoomi- w-what are you-,” your voice sounds too tiny to be your own, but any more volume doesn’t make it out of your throat, “please stop.” The last crack that resounds before he stops is even harder than any of the ones before— and he gets up without a word, smoothing his jersey back in place. He only quiets a moment, before turning over his shoulder to look at you. You, wobbling toward him like a baby deer.

Honestly, you don’t want to worry about him. But you can’t help but take his hands in yours to inspect the split knuckles, bloody and bruised— as if this is some bizarre dream. Kiyoomi’s precious about his hands. They’re his dreams, his passions, and his opportunities all in one, something to be cared for, rested gently like they mattered more than anything else. And now they’re bloodied like animals at the slaughter. When you look up at him- there’s no regret, no worry or care or concern. Just a blank sort of faux-understanding of your worry when he reaches out to brush your cheek.

You pull back away to look instead at the young man on the floor, because if you think about it too hard, you might start sobbing. Your hands drop by your thighs and feel so heavy, tears drying on your face. “Why did you-”

“Got back from my run and he said he needed your help.” There’s a cold, detached resolution in his voice. “And I told him to forget it, and then he asked me what ‘the fuck’ my problem was.” You find yourself shrinking into yourself when his dark eyes shift to you, with that unreadable look in his eye once more. His hands are slid into his pant pockets with a soft sigh, but he still raises an eyebrow your way. “Why would another guy need my girl?” Ryouta’s been nothing but nice to you since he moved in. You believed, maybe mistakenly, that that niceness had extended to your boyfriend.

But staring at the poor, battered face of the guy on the floor— something tells you that even if it did, Kiyoomi no longer cares. It feels like really, he’ll take any excuse to lash out. Your eyes flick over his face again, before swallowing. “I don’t know. Maybe it was a misunderstanding.” For the first time since you’ve noticed this new side to him, you’re truly scared when he eyes you down. You’ve been upset, and worried, and angry before - but this is new. As the only sound between you two is the shallow rise and fall of your chest, you try to walk up and wrap your arms around his bicep. “I love you, Kiyoomi. I have only ever… loved you.”

He frees a hand to run it over your hair, before leaning down to rest his nose at your crown. “I know you do. You’re a smart little thing, that’s why I like you.” His training jacket still smells like mint and eucalyptus wash sheets, and it does absolutely nothing to soothe the aching pressure that makes its way between your ears and squeezes. And the soft kiss to your forehead doesn’t, either. “Get back inside. I’ll be right there in a bit.”

Your apartment is barely a shell of itself now. You realize it -truly realize it- when you toss and turn in your bed and can’t help but get stuck on little things that shouldn’t matter, but they do. The sheets are different, silkier somehow. Kiyoomi got new toothbrushes instead of the old ones with dolphins, and your entire apartment smells just different enough to make it pressing. Slightly bleachy, and too hospital-like. A blue haze is cast through the window by the moon when you softly slip out of bed, ignoring the way a soft puff comes from your boyfriend. He doesn’t stir as you move, though his empty hand seems to reach for the heat you left. Normally you’d wonder if he misses you when you go, but instead the reach just feels possessive.

It’s like living with a brand new boyfriend all over again.

You don’t like it as much the second time, you realize, trying to choke down the bad air you’re breathing. As you wobble around in the dark, it’s hard to find your footing. The door clicks too loud for your liking when you brush it closed behind you, and slide down onto the couch as your eyes adjust to the dark. You feel like you’re hanging off the edge of falling apart as you look around the room— and try to think. That night when he came home, when he stared off into space and wouldn’t talk to you, your first thought was of another woman. Kiyoomi had never given you any reason to doubt.

He was handsome and intelligent and you were lucky to have him, but he always made it easy to trust him. If he wanted to be with you he’d be with you.

But as more and more days passed, small things got bigger. Not letting you call friends, not letting you dress how you wanted to, glaring at anyone who so much as looked up at you on the street. He’d never been so possessive when things were good. Still, you don’t want to mourn a relationship that isn’t even over yet. You cover your sniffles into your hand, and get up from the couch to go search through his jacket for his phone, or wallet. A stray bobby pin or earring, anything to make sense of the mess inside your head. You wouldn’t be proud of this in the morning - but your brain is eating itself alive. The apartment’s so quiet at night, and the old building pants and moans in the darkness.

The small closet is hotter than the rest of the apartment, more damp too. The jackets are piled high on the dryer, and though you shove your hand down every pocket, your search turns up empty. After a few seconds of turning the last pair of pockets inside out, you sink down into a crouch— and take a deep breath. Just a few weeks ago, you’d thought that you could see yourself marrying Kiyoomi. You’d spent hours by his side, convinced that no one in the world knew you better than he did.

A soft whistling noise sounds from behind the dryer, and makes you wipe your hand under your nose. There’s an old door to a bricked up stairway here, that you never got any use out of. Kiyoomi once stored some brooms there, you think. You don’t know what possesses you to slide your hands into the narrow space between the dryer and the wall and pull, but with some force- it moves. You strain to drag it aside until you jerk, scrambling up.

A track of blood.

Smeared over your normally proper linoleum, there’s a dried off-maroon that can only be blood, crusted onto the wood as a dark patch between the dryer and the door. Your chest caves. Instead of normal breaths, shallow gasps start making your entire body go solid and cold, and your throat dries up. This can’t … it isn’t real. Can’t be. Everything inside you tries to convince you that this is just a nightmare, but even as you pinch your arm hard, nothing happens.

Blood rushes to your bruised knees as you look around, trying not to panic too hard— instead put a shaky hand on the handle. It could be rusty water. A busted pipe. As you move at a glacial pace to open the door, it creaks, and you lick your lips. You can’t cry. You want nothing more than to explode into a dam of tears and unload, but it’s like your body refuses. Every second makes your body pump with adrenaline, until the door clicks open and reveals the narrow space - and in it, something that doesn’t make sense.

Blood pools on the floor, dulled, matted and a disgusting, sticky mess that has you gasping; only to hold back a gag. But in it, sits the slumped, unmoving body of your boyfriend.

The same boyfriend you were sleeping next to just a few minutes ago.

Every hair on your body rises when you choke on the smell, and sink down to press your fingers to his pulse— even when the off white pallor of his face says everything it should. “Omi?” You whisper, and when you breathe out, your throat closes up. You want to wake up. Your first coherent thought is that you can’t breathe; the next, to run. There’s no more heat in his skin, icy to the touch, and it frightens you so much that you jerk back and slam the door to the closet, stopping abruptly between the couch and the door.

It’s when the lights flick on that you do regret that.

Kiyoomi’s voice sounds deeper when you turn. As he stares at you, he brushes his messy curls out of his face. “What are you doing?” You don’t speak. Nothing but a shallow hiccup makes it out of your mouth, but you’re still holding out your hands like they’ve been burned, and maybe that’s enough for him to slide his eyes over to the closet. For a moment it stays quiet. So quiet that you can hear the blood rush beneath your skin, pumping with adrenaline you have no room for. Kiyoomi’s dead. Your Kiyoomi’s dead, isn’t he. “Ah.”

“I- I-”

“You weren’t supposed to go snooping, angel. You’re really making things difficult.” The noiret’s quiet calmness makes way for a slight smile, before he steps out of the doorway towards you. And you flatten yourself to the wall on shaky legs, but moving any more than that feels impossible. You’ve never been so scared in your life— literally frozen solid to the wall as your panicked hiccups send tears welling up in thick, childish bubbles that refuse to tip. He gives you an up and down, before pointing at you as he walks over to the closet, and sighs. “Don’t move.”

You couldn’t, even if you had the courage to. And you very much don’t. It’s so cold— you watch as he pushes into the small room only to drag the body you’d left there out of it. The heavy scraping noise of a limp body across the floor is almost enough to have you totally break. When he dumps the body in the middle of your shared living room, you manage to let out a few noises, strangled, pathetic noises, before you wring your hands together. “W-what did you do to Kiyoomi?”

“I am Kiyoomi,” he says back with enough certainty to shake you, and then smiles a little when finally the tears spill, and you shake your head left and right through your panic.

“You’re not—” is all you can squeak before he walks up to you too close and grabs your face, leaving sticky cold blood with his touch. Your cheek is almost held lovingly, but one glance up at his eyes convinces you that it’s anything but. It’s predatory, a mean glitter of amusement that plays in the darkness, and the harder you cry, the giddier it seems to get. “Let me go, p-please,” you sniffle, “let me go. I won’t tell, I just don’t wanna be- h-here.”

“Shhh, we might as well pretend I’m him still. You look so cute whining that name like it’s your fucking job.” He takes you by the hand after pressing a brief kiss on your forehead, and then sits you down onto the couch. And your chest still feels much too rattled to think about running anywhere, but when he pushes one finger into your mouth with a slight grin, you consider it. “Don’t know any better, do you?” He groans. You want to bite and run, and hide until everything stops pounding— but run where? Your boyfriend’s cold on the floor of your apartment. You can barely stop crying for long enough to take a breath, and the man above you pushes another finger down your throat. “Such a pretty little girlfriend I’ve got- look here-”

You do - can’t help it when the pressure starts choking you, and whatever frightened look you’re giving him, is enough to make him groan long and hard. It fucks with your brain. It’s still your boyfriend- looks, smells, tastes the same- and if you stop paying attention for a few seconds, it’s almost like everything is back to normal. It’s almost like you’re safe as long as you pretend not to notice what’s going on around just you and the invasive touches that are forced onto you. “Man, you look so fucking wrecked, baby. Say my name, won’t you?” His grin is wide and cheshire-like when he leans in and starts nudging your top down your shoulders. “Say ‘please, Kiyoomi’.”

He doesn’t move his fingers out of the way to allow you. Instead you whimper around his fingers, and try not to choke as spit gets all over your chin and his hand. “Pwea-se, Kiy-oomi.”

“Hahah, you’re so fucking nasty, getting spit all over me. Drooling like a fucking dog while you’re being forced— You like whining and moaning for me?” He takes his fingers out to wipe them on your flimsy camisole and stands to start sliding down his boxers, pushing you back towards the couch. The small grin changes to a tight grimace when you try to grab at him for comfort. “Ah ah ah, don’t think so.” There’s a fistful of hair in his hand before you can apologize, as he shoves you face down towards the couch and holds you there, cheek pressed to the rough fabric. Until your face is hung just off the side, and you’re forced to face the trail of blood that ends in a familiar face.

It’s horrible, and the harder you squeeze your eyes shut against the wave of fresh tears, the deeper the image seems to force itself into your brain. “Kiyoomi~” You whimper pathetically, and he hums in response. Everything’s too close, too loud, his touch is too real and too pressing and warm— burning you from the inside out as he yanks your clothing the last bit down until it hangs around your waist and he drags his fingers up and down your slit through your panties a few times. It leaves the wet fabric awfully sticky against your pussy, and your cheeks get hotter. It’s not your fault, his fingers work you in ways that always work. That thought has your eyes flicking open, but the horrific sight has yet to disappear. “Mh-hck,” you start up again, and try to roll aside as he grabs your thigh hard to hold you in place. “I wanna stop. I wanna stop.”

“Aw, poor baby. Poor angel.” The dismissive tone is cooed as a loving mockery when he pushes you down between your shoulder blades and yanks your panties the rest of the way down. “You don’t even know what to do with yourself, huh?” He then yanks your head up so you’re forced to stare at your reflection in the window, unable to see anything else. You can’t close your eyes to hide from it. Kiyoomi’s grabbing you tight enough to have you unable to move. “I’ll give you a hint. You lay here and you take it. You just listen nice and sweet, ugh-” He groans low when pushing the hot head of his cock against your entrance, patting it with a patient sigh— only to push in with a force that makes you jerk.

Why does it hurt so much? You wanna cry harder when he forces all the heavy girth of his cock inside you and the wetness dripping between your legs squelches loud, but your throat’s too clogged to. Instead only a pinched moan comes out, and he grunts when bottoming out deep inside you. “Girls who don’t listen make me wanna cut them open and eat their insides out. Would you like that?” The pull on your hair forcing your head up is making you lightheaded. That, and the stinging, uncomfortable tightness inside your pussy, squeezing and clenching against the intrusion - still isn’t enough to drown out the horror of those words as he whispers them.

Almost instantly you shake your head left and right, and your muffled ‘no’s melt into a childish cry. “No, nonono, Omi- ‘yoomi- I, no~ pleas-hck- stop. Wanna stop.” He pulls back his hips for long enough to really let you feel the ache of your walls as they cling to his cock, but then thrusts back in and bounces you on his cock. He drops your head back to the side of the couch, and places a hand in the middle of your spine to anchor you down under his weight.

“You don’t? I think you’re lying. You want to be treated like a sack of meat.” His hips make a loud sound when connecting with your ass. “You don’t like this?”

“Ow, oww, Omi- ‘hurts-” You’re fighting against the caving of your chest each time you exhale, and forced to take shorter breaths each time he fucks back into you. “Ah, ow.” And your pussy hurts, but the rolling of his hips and the stubborn, deep grinding is too overwhelming. You hate that you can hear the wetness of your cunt squeezing around the pumping of him inside, you hate the way he breathes above you, how you can feel him everywhere. It makes you sick. It’s all too much, and still it feels so fucking good that you’re hot in the face. “Mhm~ ‘m sorry. I’m sorry.” You blink through the tears to stare just a second at the trail of blood that he made from the closet to the couch— but you can’t make yourself look any closer. Instead you aim your eyes back at your reflection, and meet other eyes.

“You haven’t wanted to play with me much since I got here. ‘S your own fault that I’m all pent up now, stupid girl.” The steady rhythm in and out of your needy pussy is too much. It feels so good— and you hate it. You clench your hands into the couch as best you can and try to hang on, until your knuckles turn white. The noiret’s voice is back to taunt you, this time as his other hand reaches around to grab the soft of your throat and squeeze, shaking you back to him. “If you want your nice, reliable Kiyoomi, look- he’s right here for you.” You can’t. You can’t. Your tears well over in ugly rivers that you shut behind your lids, and Kiyoomi makes a noise.

You can’t tell if it’s a pleased noise or not, you don’t care. He rolls his hips, and your cunny accepts too eagerly. But it still feels so fucking good. And you can’t stop yourself from feeling like the worst person in the world. Your hands shake, and your head feels faint. Kiyoomi’s dead. There’s nothing else to know. Kiyoomi’s dead and you’re about to cum getting fucked— your whimper gives you away. It’s faint, but he hears it. “Hm, you don’t like him either now huh?” Instead of squeezing your throat, his hand moves to grab your tit instead, pinching your puffy nipple until you can’t help but make a noise. You’re so gross. And your pussy’s still pulling him back in, clenching to the pulsing heat as it fucks right into the softest part of your walls. “I- agh, f- I like bullying my pretty little cock sleeve to tears. So- f-fucking cute like this.”

He ruts into you until your belly feels hot and tingly, and you grind back against him on instinct. You’re getting so close, the pinching, the precise way he hits the needy spot deep inside you - you don’t even want to. “No, no- Omi, I’m- agh, please stop.” You really don’t. “I’m- I’m gonna—” But before you can stop it, your eyes squeeze shut, and your entire body goes tense. The tight ball of heat that’s been expanding all over your body with each pump, each time his heavy balls slap against you, explodes into a million pieces. “Kiyoomi, I love you, I’m so- sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s— all my fault.”

As he fucks you through the blooming heat and the white and black spots that play on your lids, he groans your name low and possessive. Your clenching only slows way after you’ve grinded yourself back against him and drooled all over the couch, until your tired body drops back into the plush. And Kiyoomi lets out a little chuckle. “Yea, it’s all your fault, stupid girl. You lay here and stay— I’ll be right back.” You barely feel the heat leave until it comes back, shoving some of the wetness from your sensitive pussy right back inside with a grunt, and a harsh tap of his hand to your pussy. The sting is sharp, and you glare through your tears as you look up. Not that he cares. “Here. Look. Kiss it.”

The sharp blade that’s basically shoved in your face glints when you hesitate, and suck your bottom lip into your mouth. “Come on. Or else I’ll put it to use on him instead, and you don’t want that, do you?” Your lips press against the cold metal, but your eyes stay resolutely on his face. Dark curls framing dark eyes and long lashes — you often told him he was the most beautiful man you knew. You wonder if he remembered it in the end. You suppose it doesn’t matter though, watching his mirror click his tongue.

“Good girl, such a good baby girl under all the crying and mess, aren’t you? Almost make me think you like me better like this after all.” You can’t answer, but the tears that wobble sadly along your waterline spill over in the silence— and your lip wobbles. And Kiyoomi only brushes a thumb along your lip, before shrugging. “No? That’s a shame. Because you are mine now. Mine. All of you.” He points the knife into the top of your leg, and leaves behind a mark that immediately wells up with dotted red. The immediate pain and sting of hot blood sears through your skin. “Tell me again what name you want me to write? Say it nice and sweet, angel.”

Your voice doesn’t shake as much as you think it should. “Kiyoomi.”

#sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq!! smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #tw.noncon #tw.degradation #tw.blood #tw.branding #tw.horror #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.sakusa

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zevrra · 11 hours

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JJK—

synopsis: just some random hc’s i have for the men of jjk!

tags: fluff only, the men of jjk, nanami kento, choso kamo, geto suguru, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, hc’s, short & sweet

creator notes: will make a part 2 for this >:3

nanami !!

— is totally that “i will take care of you in every aspect” guy but i secretly think he’s pretty possessive too

— doesn’t get jealous easily

— flip flops between being a total morning person (on his days off) but the days he has to “work” he’s the opposite

— love/hate relationship with coffee bc he def drinks 8 cups of it every morning and feels gross after he does it

— the epitome of cleanliness and perfect hygiene

— like 100% he uses top of the line shampoo and body washes and after shaves and cologne!!

— ALWAYS smells good and it’s a mix of amber, some kinda wood, and probably something soft like vanilla

— feel like he’s cheap when it comes to stuff for himself but anytime it involves you, he’s buying you the best of the best

— leaves you notes all over the place whether it’s on the fridge, next to your side of the bed, sending flowers to your work space with a note attached, all just to tell you how much he cares and loves you

— willingly works overtime for you :3

choso !!

— sleeps until 4 pm every day

— a true night owl, mans HATES the sun

— feel like he’s super photogenic but hates taking photos unless you’re taking them

— would work any electronic like an elderly man

— “i can’t find the settings on this thing. where is it i’ve been looking for it for 15 minutes!” “it’s right here” “oh. how did you do that?”

— either has no scent at all or smells like iron/cinnamon/or straight up blood im so sorry skshskhkdhsk

— you both match everything from jewelry, especially rings, to outfits

— sleepy eye bags 24/7!!!

— takes a 5 minute shower but sits in the bathroom on his phone watching the loudest videos he can for 45 mins before he gets in

— loves spicy food!!

geto !!

— leaves gifts in your rooms without a word

— is the type to “i saw it and it reminded me of you so i got it”

— loves wholeheartedly. full chest, heart, mind, body, and soul

— willingly hands you his hoodie after he’s done wearing it

— quality time & gift giving is his love language!!

— heavy on quality time, he wants to sit or stand beside you and just coexist 24/7

— matching tattoos and piercings

— scary guard dog bf!!!!

— actually doesn’t mean to be but he kind of loves it a lot when other guys run away from you(him)

— his pet names for you range from “babe” to “stinky” and everything in between

— probably smells like sage & citrus

— he takes the longesssst showers ever and always invites you to them

— let’s you braid his hair, falls asleep every time you do it

gojo !!

— wants to touch you constantly!

— you’re either holding his hand or sitting in his lap anytime you two are together

— loves loves loves hugs

— gossip QUEEN! omg he’s so nosy

— “did you HEAR about this????” and it’s either the most basic information or straight up gossip gold

— always emphasizes the MY in his pet names for you

— “oh my love!” “my darling.” “hmm my princess?”

— a jealous, jealous man >:3

— loves to show you off until someone other than himself looks at you jshsjshk

— is the type of dude who acts all funny and tough in public but the second it’s just the two of you, at home, he wants to be babied and have his back scratched 24/7

— doesn’t tell you when it’s going to be chilly out so he gets to tease you as he hands you his warm jacket

— plans surprise dates all the time

toji !!

— is never caught wearing anything other than sweat pants

— wore a suit once for your first date and then never put it back on

— his love language is probably a mix between physical touch and gift giving

— has a hand always placed on your thigh!!

— his favorite season is winter and when you ask him why he just says he likes the cold

— it probably also has to do with wanting to keep you warm too

— is the type to: “i hate wearing bracelets” “ok ill just take it back” “no fuck you i’m gonna wear it and never take it off”

— literally keeps everything you give him in a box so he doesn’t lose them

— uses 13 and 1 shampoo

— calls you his old lady(affectionate) unironically

— smells like cigarettes and cheap ass beer KSHSKHS

— when he’s actually clean and sober he probably smells more like heavy wood and fire/smoke

— is a massive HEATER when he sleeps and he always sleeps on his back

— sleeps in the nude

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luvv4lurd · 1 year

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I hate your guts. (Let me rearrange them.)

✰ genre smut. (again.)

✰ tws: hate sex, light public sex, degrading, small praise, enemies to lovers?, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, spanking, slight gore at the start, black coded read cause writer is black, choking, fingering, Bi-Han is a kinky, nasty man.

✰ notes: ty y’all so much for the love on my first post. srry if it sucks, im tired.

Bi-Han grumbled underneath his breath in frustration as you patched up his wounds after a bloody spat with Kung Lao . “Had you not been so fucking stupid, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You had spoke to him. “It was only a spar.” Bi-Han spoke, annoyed at you. “And it shows how weak you are.” You whispered.

Bi-Han’s brown eyes snapped up at you, standing from the chair. “Excuse me?” He said, towering over you. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest by the change of tone in his voice. “Nothin’.” You mumbled. “What was that? I could not hear you due to your constant mumbling.” He teased, a cocky smirk under his mask.

A sigh left your lips, debating on what you should say. ‘Do I wanna piss him off, or just drop it…’ you thought to yourself.

“I said, “it shows how weak you are”. Losing a fight to a monk is embarrassing.” You spoke. His cold hand went to your neck, putting slight pressure and pushing you against the desk that held bottles of pills, medicines, and other medical equipment. His other hand went up to his mask, pulling it off and setting it onto the table you were pinned against.

“I hate how annoying your voice is,” he started, the grip on your neck became harder with every word he spoke. Bi-Han leaned down towards your ear, his cold breath tickling your earlobe as he whispered, “maybe I should find a way to keep you quiet.”

You snickered at him comment. “Oh yeah? How you gonna do that, huh?” You asked in a cocky tone.

Now you regret ever saying those words.

Your pants and shoes laid on the ground, one leg around Bi-Hans waist and his fingers worked on your wet, dripping cunt. Bi-Hans pants were down as well, only far enough for his cock to hang out, throbbing a dripping with pre, Your soft, yet desperate moans and whines echoed throughout the room, as Bi-Han inserted a third finger, your moans got louder and louder, but his soft, yet cold lips met your warm ones.

His fingers pulled out of your cunt, your slick sticking to his fingers. The lost of contact made you whimper against his lips, causing him to pull back. “You look so pathetic underneath me, moaning and whimpering. Just for me.” He spoke, gripping your chin. He forced your head up harshly, making you keep eye contact with him.

His hand let go of your chin, moving his hand down towards his hard, throbbing cock. He gave himself a few pumps, before lining himself up with your hole and shoving himself inside of you, earning a loud, yet surprised whimper from you.

“Fuck—! Give me a warning before you shove yourself in me!” You whined at him. He pushed the medical supplies onto the ground, the harshly pushing you against the table. “You do not get warnings.” He said, moving his hips against yours. The noises in the room started off soft, but the sounds of skin on skin and your moans only got louder.

The cold hand on your neck blocked your airways a prevented you from even getting a sound out. He leaned down towards your ear, whispering degrading words that could make someone cry, but in your case, it only turned you on more. “Look at how greedily you’re taking me. How does it feel, hmm?” He asked into your ear. Bi-Han leaned up, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The strangled moans and cries told him everything he needed to know. “I am going to claim you, breed you, mark you as my own. Would you like that, my dear?” He asked. He took some of the pressure of your neck only to hear you answer. “Yes—! Please, keep going!” You whimpered pathetically.

“Good girl..” he grunted out, placing the same pressure back onto your neck. A cold hand came down to your thigh, the stinging sensation never leaving. “D-did you just— fucking hit me?!” You managed to speak, but it only sounded like a broken record. “Shut up and take it.” He hissed at you, throwing a leg over his shoulder.

The new position made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your back arching off the desk slightly. With every thrust, your breast bounced, as well as the table hitting the wall. “I’m going to give you a son, whether you like it or not.” His voice rasped.

“Close! So close!” You gasped out. Bi-Hans hand left your throat, and went to your lips, covering your mouth to prevent you from crying out. “You’re so noisy. You are going to wake everyone up. Do you want that? Do you want someone to walk in and see how deep I am inside of your?” His raspy voice asked.

The thought of getting caught flew into your mind, causing your cunt to throb and your walls tightening around him. With a loud, yet muffled moan, you came. Hard. Your vision went blurry, your back arching off the table and toes curling. Bi-Han came behind you with a loud groan, but muffling it as he leaned down to the crook of your neck. His cock stayed inside of you, refusing to let any of his cum slip out.

Your heavy breaths were the only thing that was heard through the room, before you broke the silence. “I hate you. With all of my guts.” Bi-Han snapped back, sitting up and looking you in the eyes. “Were you saying that when I was buried inside of you?”

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#mortal kombat smut #bi-han x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #luvv4lurd

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yanderelovlies · 2 years

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Note: THIS IS 18+! SMUT WITH NO PLOT.

Your back arched off of Jack's chest as your head laid back on his should "your doing so good sunshine." He kissed your neck as his hand moved around to tangle his Fingers in Bo's hair pushing the blond closer to your core. Taking his sign Bo's tongue delved into you drinking your essence from the source greedily.

Jack's other hand found its way to your breast squeezing it before playing with your nipple. He continued to leave kisses and bites on your mumbling praises into your skin. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at their menstruations. "I-Im gonna....!"

With his arms still around your thighs pulls you closer making you slide down Jack's chest. Your legs wrap tightly around him as the knot finally snapped causing you and Bo to moan loudly. The blond drank was all you had to offer.

As you tried to catch your breath you could feel Jack adjust himself before trying to pull you up again. Still trying to lick clean you lr overestimated hole Bo growled trying to bring you closer to him again.

With his hand still in the Blond's hair Jack gripped the roots pulling him up to look at the two of you. Bo's eyes showed nothing less than lust and possessiveness as he glared at the man behind you baring his fangs. "Now now Bo Sharing is caring." You could feel Jack resting his head on your shoulder the arm fondling you before now wrapped around your torso. "And I'm sure you don't want to be left out of the fun part...right?" You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the cold smile in his voice making you shiver.

Letting a quieter growl Bo reluctantly moved away from you. Jack let go of Bo's hair petting it "Good boy." As Bo's hands moved away from your thighs down your legs you noticed the bruises his desperate touch left behind. However, you didn't get to dwell on it too long as Jack bent the two of you grabbing your legs in each hand "Now let's reward that good behavior hmm sunshine?" He sits back up lift your legs with him and fully exposes you to Bo's greedy eyes. "Go ahead, and take your reward."

With his tail wagging wildly behind him Bo began to unbutton and pull down his pants throwing them somewhere forgotten. You watched as he pumped the thick base of his cock before lining it up with your entrance. As much as he wanted to plunge himself into you he also didn't want to put you through any pain. So he looked at you for confirmation.

"Please, Bo...I need you!" You whined trying to move closer to him. Bo's hands replaced Jack's as he folded you plunging his Dick into you till his hips touched yours.

"Be gentle now Bo. We wouldn't want to break them just yet." Bo tried to keep that in mind as he began to move inside of you. But the way felt around, the way you moaned and call out his name flipped a switch. His grip on you tightened as his thrusts got rougher and faster.

You leaned hard against Jack finding purchase in Jack's shirt as you looked up at him. He looked down at you adoration and lust clear on his face. "You're taking him so well sunshine." You let out a moan in return. Jack kisses the corner of your mouth smirking "Do you think you could take two?"

"P-please...I wanna feel you too Jack."

Now, who was he to deny such a sweet plea "Bo be a good boy and pick sunshine up, will you?"

Bo's thrust became slower till he stopped altogether making you whine. Bo leaned down and kissed you. His tongue evades your mouth as his grip moves from the back of your knees to guide your legs to wrap around him as he wraps his arms around you. He carefully lifts you as he stood on his knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck trying to cling to him.

Not long after you felt Jack's no naked chest against your back as one of his hands run down your body. He kissed and nipped at the other side of your neck as he gave his dick a few pumps. He pulled away for a bit to spit into his hand using it to lube up his dick. Taking two is already risky he didn't want to push it.

He guided his dick to your entrance, and inside. It was odd feeling Bo's dick against his own, but once he was fully seated in you his opinion changed.

The kiss between you and Bo had long broken due to your loud moaning and whining as Jack entered. "Mm...'m so full.."

With labored breaths, the three of you waited for the pain to subside. Jack tilted your head back so he could kiss you. All the while Bo's hands moved down to grip the fat of your ass cheeks. You pulled away with labored breath and lust-filled eyes "move...please."

Using his grip began to gently move you up and down making all of you moan. The pace was slow and calculating trying not to hurt while chasing the pleasure this brought. Trying hard to keep it that way Bo bit down on your already bruised and marked shoulder drawing bits of blood and making you tighten around the two of them.

"Fasterrr..." your head fell back on Jack's should. Your body feels hot and fuzzy yet unsatisfied with the pace they set.

"Anything for you puppy." Without confirmation from the clown behind you, Bo began to move his hips with his movements helping him quicken the pace.

Jack matched Bo's movements causing all the air to leave your lungs in a silent scream. You have never felt so full in your life, and with the two of them, they were hitting spots never hit before. You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as they slowly lost all sense of self. All they cared about was chasing their own highs.

Bo was rougher than Jack pounding his hips into yours as his grip became bruising. He once again bit down on you as he growled out your name.

Jack was somewhat gentler matching Bo's rough pace. Jack preferred to praise you than leave any more marks and bruises. "You're doing so good sunshine."

"Perfect...'n tight!"

You could tell they were both getting close as not only did their pace increase but words and growls became nothing more the moans and whines blending with your own. With a final hard thrust you could rope after rope of cum fill till it was pouring out of you.

Your body went limo as Jack and Bo kept your body up. "Bo keep sunshine company......i-im going to run a bath." Slowly Jack pulled himself out of you causing more of their mixed cum to spill out of you.

Bo moved his arms to securely hold you before gently lowering you down on the bed. Bo refused to pull himself out of you whining "We can't let it got to waste puppy." It wasn't until Jack came to collect you that Bo had reluctantly left you. It pained him greatly making him whine all night till the three of you went to bed.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #dachabo x reader #dachabo #dachabo bo x reader #dachabo bo #bo x reader

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fromabasementonthehilll · 1 year

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Say Yes

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: you were head over heels for ‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎lottie, and she was head over heels for you.

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

a/n: sorry for taking so long posting! I promise im still writing 😫 also this is super cheesy :,)

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There was no distraction that could knock you out of your pine, staring at the only thing that could catch your attention, Lottie.

That's exactly why you missed the voice calling your name for the past minute.

"(y/n)? Do you know the answer to this question or would you prefer to ignore me?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, what was the question?"

Chuckles heaped from a few people in your class as you snapped your consciousness back to your teacher, red colour patterning your cheeks and reaching all the way to your ears.

"Pay attention next time."

You should've been taking notes, studying for the exams that were coming up, but it was just impossible. You didn't know when it started, but your feelings towards Lottie changed drastically over the span of a few months - maybe it was the fact that you had just broken up with your boyfriend, or maybe you felt like this towards her all along and just hadn't admitted it to yourself. You two were best friends for the longest time, and admitting it to yourself was one thing but admitting it to her was out of the question - your entire friendship was on the line and you had cherished it too much. Either way, you were completely dazed by her, and dreaded summer break because it meant you'd spend less time with her.

You sat in Tai's bedroom, it was so hot that each one of you was almost passed out, scattered around her room. It was a couple hours after everyone had left apart from you and a few others. Taissa threw a small party in occasion of summer break and everyone desperately wanted to get out of this heat and head back home.

"I think I'm melting" Van said, her face hanging out of the window while holding onto her cold ice water. As it became darker the air became cooler, though she still swore that Tai's room was like a sauna.

"It's not that bad, you're just being a baby." Tai complained as she finished whatever it was she was eating and threw into the bin.

"Would you rather drown to death or burn to death?" Lottie asked out of nowhere, slurring each word, your eyebrows furrowed at the random question. She looked as if she were black out drunk, her tolerance to the heat was non existent unlike yours, being the only one who was actually conscious, although you were just as exhausted as everyone else.

"Way to ruin the mood, Lot" Tai moaned, face buried into her pillow. "Not my fault you're boring" Lottie lowered her voice, squinting at Tai who had decided to take the pillow from under her head and throw it rather forcefully at Lottie, "What the fuck??" She threw it back, and soon enough you were roped into a full blown pillow fight in the middle of your 11th yawn that day, your hair had gotten messed up and your face had been met with at least 5 different pillows by now, "jeez calm down, I didn't do anything-" A blanket was thrown over you this time, you threw back a plushie, making Lottie screech as the plastic eyeball of the teddy hit her knuckle.

Van was still sloped over the windowsill before her head was bashed by a fluffy white pillow which consequently flew onto the sidewalk. "Nice one Tai," Lottie sneered as she stood up from the floor, "I'll go get it."

"I'll come with you, it's dark" You said, following her downstairs.

"Im so hungry, we should've stayed at yours instead, her shelves are completely empty." You searched through Taissa's fridge, standing there for a minute longer than you should have to feel the cold air against your boiling face. "Did you bring any food with you?" You shut the fridge door, watching Lottie dust off the pillow after locking the front door. "You think I brought a picnic or something? I figured Tai would have something apart from alcohol too, she clearly doesn't care for her guests." She sarcastically remarked, widening her eyes at the state of the pillow.

The room was dark, dimly lit by the bedroom lights upstairs, and Lottie's hair was framing her face perfectly. She bit her lip, giving up on cleaning the pillow and throwing it to the side, fixing her hands onto the kitchen counter as she looked at you - grinning, "you okay?" Her eyes looked through her lashes, keeping eye contact with you which you disrupted by looking down, leaning against the fridge. "yeah, just hungry." Her gaze never left you, pupils dilating more than they already were, raising her chin.

"You're the only reason I came here today, you know." Lottie obsessively looked at your expression, trying to figure out what you were thinking about. Both of your lives were busy, barely spending any time with each other anymore, alone with your feelings. Lottie didn't want you to fade with time as you grew older, she appreciated having you around and didn't want to risk losing it, even if you were just a friend - she'd never say it out loud though, it felt too sappy.

"I wanted to spend more time with you, I guess." She trailed, pinching her lips and letting her head fall loose. You could feel your cheeks flushing, as you let out a toothy smile in response, "And being in Tai's kitchen is how you want to spend time with me?" You laughed, she covered her smile before rubbing the back of her neck, "(y/n), I wanted to say that-"

"Hurry the fuck up!" Tai shouted from upstairs, "And grab some food!" Even she didn't know that her house had been ransacked for food, most likely by someone that came to her party. You and Lottie gave each other a look that said, 'really?', before making your way back up.

After break had ended, you spent your time either bitching about everyone with Nat after school or trying to study for midterms, which you were constantly failing at. Your concentration depleted along with your attention span, reminding yourself of that one time Lottie was about to say something to you, but was cut off by Tai. It was probably nothing, but of course, you clung onto it.

Lottie wasn't oblivious, she noticed your glances at her, how you would act differently when it came to her compare to your other friends, though she couldn't tell the difference between kindness and romance, so she never told you how she felt either - how she would lie in her bed restless, missing your face; your smile.

She'd often buy you gifts, you just assumed she did that for everyone, she was rich after all, although her gifts towards you were personal, and you held onto each of them as if they were gold.

"Okay and what? It's just practice, relax." Nat sneered after you had complained that your makeup wasn't perfect. You grew frustrated at the locker room mirror, "ughh do you have mascara on you?" You turned towards Natalie who had her hands on her hips, in complete shock of how preoccupied you were with something as stupid as makeup instead of nationals.

"Are you kidding me? Let's go, (y/n), we're gonna be late." She snatched the hair brush out of your hand and ran out, knowing you'd chase her.

Before you ran out onto the field, Lottie stopped you. "You look really pretty today, (y/n)." She smiled warmly, walking towards the door, giving no time for you to respond. She left to go help the coach set up, and you stood for a minute, heat in your cheeks. "You coming?" Nat stressed, you brushed it off and ran out.

Van threw the ball, your feet instantly gravitating towards it and running to the opposite goal. The sun hit your face in all the wrong ways, you couldn't see - practically running blinded through the field, and it didn't help that Lottie was right behind you, ready to steal the ball off of you at any moment. "Your position is winger, Lot," You stressed as she edged closer, "No it isn't, don't try to throw me off (y/n)." She laughed as you had basically given up, too distracted by her shark smile as your legs let go of the ball - allowing it to move freely and right towards Lottie.

You earned a disappointed look from some of the girls after she had scored a goal as a result of your performance. It was too embarrassing to bear, she trailed you with no sign of competition and you simply gave up, essentially handing her a win.

"Don't be discouraged, (y/l/n), you still have time to improve - just keep working on it." Even the coach had barely any words for you.

"Did Lottie secretly cast a spell on you or something? I mean seriously what the fuck was that?" Nat scolded you, hands on her hips yet again as if she was your mother, you just glanced at her in exhaustion and shame. "Oh, Oh wow (y/n)," She retracted, you raised your eyebrows, "I get it now, you're in love." You could've sworn your heart skipped a beat as she spoke, her sly grin gave you no comfort as you froze, completely still with a red cast over your face.

"don't worry I won't tell, so who's the unlucky guy?"

"oh my god," You let out a thin laugh, leaning against the wall. "Just be quiet, Nat." You mocked with a tone of relief before making your way out of the locker room. You knew that subconsciously obsessing over Lottie wasn't good for you at all, and this just further proved it.

"Wait, (y/n)." A breathless voice ran up to you, it was Lottie. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel bad." She uncomfortably smiled; trying to console you. "Don't worry about it, it's my fault anyway, I'm just stressed with midterms" Lottie and you were good friends, sometimes even the closest in your circle, though lately it had began to feel awkward at times and you partially blamed yourself.

"Well let me make it up to you, I'll help you study. My house after school tomorrow?"

You had mostly needed help in French, it was your worst subject and were on the verge of failing it, you knew Lottie was probably worse at it than you considering the amount of times she would come up to you just to whine about how boring her class was, but you had accepted anyway.

Lottie came home with a grin plastered onto her face, and an empty house meant she could take you over to her house instead of the diner you'd usually study at. She planned the whole of tomorrow, all the way down to the movie you two would watch, just incase you got bored of school work.

"Are you coming over mine later today?" Taissa asked as you sat crossed legged on your bed with a home phone in your hand.

"I don't know Tai I'm sort of busy," You whined, knowing that you were meant to study with Lottie today.

"Sort of? Are you bailing on me?" She scoffed through the phone, you could almost imagine her expression. You'd planned to come over her house after her and Van got into a fight, and of course you felt guilty, but she would get over it, right?

You apologised after making up a terrible lie in attempt to rid yourself of blame, which Taissa clearly didn't buy. She was left disappointed after you hung up to get dressed into something other than a huge t shirt and pyjama pants.

Last week Lottie had bought you a gift out of the blue, it was a cherry red lip tint which you adored, as if she could read your mind. And so as you slipped into your well though out outfit you had decided to touch up your makeup, dabbing the tint on your lips as you finished in hopes to catch her attention.

Unbeknownst to you, Lottie had been doing the exact same. She anxiously waited to hear a knock on her door as she fixed her bangs and sprayed a rose hinted perfume, almost drenching herself in it. She'd also decided to take a shower, afraid that practice had her more worn out than usual.

You knocked two times, then three, then four and eventually five - no response. You almost left, believing Lottie forgot and was probably sleeping or something, until she opened the door - face sweaty and panting. "What the hell happened to you, jesus" you said, watching as she leaned against the doorway.

"Heyyy (y/n), I ruined dinner for us, my oven broke and I tried to fix it." She smiled nervously, "You made dinner?" You asked curiously, not sure if you should be surprised about her cooking for once or that she was caring enough to make food for the two of you, "Tried to make dinner, yeah."

You walked in, asking what exactly went wrong with the oven. You looked over it in complete shock, "Lot, the oven was unplugged." She just stared at you, slightly embarrassed but mostly confused, eventually the two of you laughed until you couldn't breathe, if only she knew how to work an oven.

It was midsummer, early night. The two of you sat on her bed, looking through textbooks and homework, both confused and in no state to help each other with work, "What does je suis mean?" She asked, no thought behind her eyes, "I thought you were meant to help me study, not the other way round." You gave her a sarcastic look, grinning with a pen twirling in your hand, "French isn't my best subject and you know it, let's go over maths or something." She brushed off, clearly not phased by French at all, "Wait, so how did you get an A+ in our last exam?" You remembered, she simply gave you an awkward look before trying to change the subject, "Hold on, did you cheat?? Lottie Matthews oh my, how could you?" You faked a disappointed yet dismayed look, "You're no saint either, (y/n)" She laughed.

A few minutes passed and French wasn't getting any easier. Lottie perked her ears up as her favourite song came on, say yes by elliott smith. "Oh my god I love this song," she sang along, and so did you. You were writing something in your textbook until you noticed she stopped humming along, and in response you stopped too - looking up at her. She had been watching you for a moment, the way you listened to music so passionately, how your body fell into the melody and how you would slightly smile as you sung when your favourite lyrics came on, she loved watching you from afar; and sometimes she'd have a sad puppy look on her when she did,

"What's wrong, Lot?"

"Nothing," She tried to say something else, but couldn't. She wanted to tell you so badly, she wanted you to say yes, but she knew you wouldn't.

"Tell me, you've been acting weird the whole day, you can talk to me." You offered a slight smile, fretful in your words and comfort in your eyes.

"(y/n),"

"I think I'm in love with you."

The air was quiet for a moment, and the music had somehow also faded into the background. You silently rested your pen onto your notebook, biting your lip.

"I love you too, Lottie."

She edged closer to you, her hand supporting herself beside you, tucking your hair behind your ear. You pressed your lips against hers, you didn't want to be alone anymore. You missed her even though she was right there in front of you, and you desperately tried to fill that feeling, so you pushed in, and she pushed back, her rose fragrance lingering in the air.

It didn't happen often; the feeling she got from you, and she wanted to stay in the moment - pulling you in closer as your body shifted and your hands wrapped around her neck, fingers and palms tracing the sides of her face. Her lips were warm, yours were soft, and her heartbeat was closer to you than it ever was before. Breathing suddenly became heavier, making you pull away gently.

Rain began to hit her window, your song had ended and the street lights came on. The both of you laughed, you crossed your legs and looked back at her, she raised her hand to your lips, wiping the messed up lipstick,

"is that the lip tint I bought you?"

"yeah, it is."

"you look gorgeous in it."

After, you asked if she had any movies to watch, her eyes beamed at your words, knowing she had the perfect movie. She got up and pulled out a VHS tape from out of her TV stand, "Scream, it came out this May and I haven't watched it yet, looks fun" she looked over her shoulder at you before kneeling down to play it. She had, infact, watched the movie, contrary to what she told you, she wanted to make sure you would like it.

She wrapped a blanket around you as it got colder, turning off the lights and hanging her hand around your shoulder as you sunk your head into her neck. You fell asleep 10 minutes into the movie, but she didn't mind it, wrapping both of her hands around your body and falling asleep shortly after.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #yellowjackets oneshot

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bontenslut3 · 10 months

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who’s my obedient slut?

HEYYY YALL IM BACK FROM NOT POSTING CAUSE I HAD ZERO IDEAS BUT SINCE IM A HOBIE LOVER HERES ONE

Warnings/Tags- unprotected sex, creampie, tittie play, biting , HEAVY details , rough sex , praise , virgin reader , smut with barely no plot , use of the n word and slut , mention of spanking . Sorry for any minor spellings I’ll fix it later

Please don’t read if your not of age you can get me and you in trouble. BUT HAVE FUN GUYS

I wanted him to pin me down on the bed i begged and planned this remember?

“Get on your knees now “

“ hobie please im sorry I won’t do it again i promise “ i pleaded on the floor crying after breaking one of his favorite chokers and trying to hide it. The other girls outside of the door listening.

“ you know y/n your the only virgin slut i have that I haven’t fucked since I got so maybe todays your day huh princess what do you say you

A : take a hard spanking from me while having your hands tied behind your back and a vibrator in that nice pussy of yours

or you

B : take my cock from behind while having slow hot sex while I stretch out that nice and tight ass of yours ? “ he says laying out a black leather belt on his lap

“ I choose b “

“ hmmm amazing choice now take off those slutty clothes and get on the bed for me hmm?” Hobie says walking around to put the belt back and than I felt him behind me that’s when EVERYTHING changed that night

On a cold night with the moonlight shining though the window his clothes half way off his back and muscles showing looking me dead in the eyes than kissing my neck slowly while telling me I'm all his and that he'll never leave me alone until the day we die , holding one of my legs on his waist biting my neck than placing a soft but a deep and passionate kiss on my lips while I wrap my arms around his neck never letting him go , his hands trailing up my shirt.

Whispering slowly into my ear If I was sure I wanted this he knew I wanted him for the longest so of course I said yes.

he takes off his shirt fully while forcing my head to look at him in the eyes, I was embarrassed it was my first time ever having sex than he helps me remove my clothes while slowly kissing my neck and playing with my breast , biting deep but soft into my neck forcing a moan out of me. He moves one of my legs to the side while rubbing circles on my sensitive spot

" you like it don't you l've been waiting so long to taste you baby " he whispered into my ears while taking off his pants I could feel him getting hard I wanted him to just fuck me already but I had to be patient , the things he could do to me .

" your gonna take my dick like a good girl right? Hmm?"

“ hobie please- “

He bits down on my neck again “ I didn’t ask for you to beg or plead I asked for an answer “

“ yes “ i whispered

“ speak up! I can’t hear that sexy voice of yours baby “

“ Yes! “ I yelled letting him know I was serious about taking him

“ aww that’s my girl I like it when you yell out yes”

Hobie’s phone rings and it’s miles on the line

“ yo miles ill be a while bruv i have something nice and tight waiting for me to finish them “

He hangs up the phone and turns his attention to me “ I hope you know that ‘ nice and tight ‘ thing is you “

He turns me around face flat on my stomach sliding his cock in my ass aggressively, i yelled out in pain he didn’t even give me the chance to think after that. He starting humping me aggressively all the lube he put in my ass sliding out , wet sounds from his dick hitting my ass and the lube mixed it’s like he’s taking out all his pent up aggression out on me.

“ fu-fuck hobie can you be a little soft it’s my fi-first time “ I said stuttering from how hard he was fucking me his cock slamming in and out of my ass.

“ be softer?! Oh no princess I’m not sure I’m going to do that. it’s your first time and I want you to remember every last bit of this. no Niga can fuck you as good as I can baby, no one can put you to sleep with they dick like I can I promise you baby I promise you no one can fuck you like I can.”

Hobie keeps fucking me my body feels numb and weak but I loved the way his dick made me feel I was going crazy for him I don’t know if I wanted more or if I wanted him to stop it felt to good and I wanted to cry from how hard he was fucking me but I couldn’t…I begged him for more I didn’t want him to stop the pain felt amazing.

“ oh now you want me to keep going huh!? you like that baby huh!? you like how deep my cocks going into that nice tight ass of yours ?! Told you no one can fuck you like me no Niga gon fuck you but me right ? Your all mines and no one else?!”

“ y-yes hobie I’m all yours “

“ say what i want to hear slut “

“ no Niga can fuck me like you can “

“ huh say it louder I can’t hear you baby!! I want you to scream it “

“ No niga can fuck me like you can !! “

“ that’s it baby yes oh fuck yes that’s it I’m about cum... fuck your amazing oh fuck I’m so fucking close “

“ ah-ah~ shit ah oh fuck mmm that felt amazing fuck” Hobie cums Deep inside of me some of his cum leaking out of my ass , my pussy wet and wanting to be fucked.

* deep breathing * “ ah oh fuck that was amazing. Hmm aww your pussies all wet she wants me to fuck her? To bad I’m all out of energy fuck that drained me “ he said while smacking my ass and fingering me

“ maybe if your a obedient slut tomorrow night I’ll fuck your wet pussy okay baby ?” He kisses my forehead and spoons me. before all this I was scared of sex but maybe after this I’ll keep being hobie’s obedient slut and yes all the girls on the other side of the door heard idc .

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etherealspacejelly · 1 month

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ok so i just watched star trek the motion picture for the third time and this time it was the directors cut with the extra scenes, and i have some Thoughts™️that may or may not be entirely coherant but i need to share them

here is my in depth literary analysis of why star trek the motion picture is the greatest queer love story ever written (/hj). buckle up because this is gonna be a long one

so our story starts (after the klingon cold open ofc) with spock on vulcan, during the final ceremony in which he is supposed to acheive kohlinar, the purging of all emotion. now, right off the bat, i want to make a comparison to conversion therapy/being closeted/repressed here. spock is trying to repress an entire side to himself, a part of him that is inherantly different to those around him, in order to be accepted in society. spock is already a very queer coded character, and i think reading this scene through that lens is a valid interpretation, especially considering everything else that happens in this movie.

the ceremony stops before its completion. because spock has Not purged all of his emotions. a consciousness calls to him from the sky. now, i think this line could be interpreted one of two ways. either this 'consciousness' is v'ger, or its jim. i think the writers intended it to be v'ger, but in the context of the scene it sounds a lot more like jim. of course jim would be the one preventing spock from purging his emotions: jim is the reason for many of spocks emotional slip-ups throughout the series. he fears for jims life when he is in danger, he feels friendship for jim but also shame about those feelings (that shame is also queercoded, but thats not the point of this post so i wont get into it here). he feels compassion for jim. he feels loyalty and a sense of duty to him. these feelings are so strong that he cannot purge them fully.

so what does spock do? he off goes in search of something that he feels will help him achieve his goal. he wants peace within himself, to find a balance between his two opposing mindsets, that of logic and that of emotion. purging all emotion was unsuccessful, so what else can he do?

he feels that v'ger is a being of pure logic, and wants to understand it, in hopes of achieving that for himself. in the process he meets up with jim again. now, you would think, that a vulcan nearing kohlinar who has been training for years to purge all of his emotions and act purely logically would not stop to change clothes and cut his hair when on his way to acheive LITERALLY HIS LIFE GOAL that is super important to him. and yet. when spock turns up on the enterprise hes wearing his nicest black robes and has his classic bangs back. why is that mr spock?? why would you take the time to do that?? especially when he then immediately changes into his uniform.

and while we're on the topic of clothes, what does jim do immediately after spock boards the enterprise? thats right folks, he changes into a shirt that shows off his arms and has a v-neck to show off his chest. any. particular reason for that jim? when you said just a moment ago that every minute counts and the earth is in danger? hmm. interesting.

and then of course we get that exchange between jim, spock, and bones. where jim 'needs' spock. just like he needed bones. theres a desparation in his eyes, he wants HIS spock back, and hes not seeing that spock in front of him. the conversation ends with jim looking dejected, since spock only seems to be there out of convenience and not because he Wants to be. wonder why that is...

of course then spock mind melds with v'ger. and to do so he has to. go through a very sphincter-like opening. and says he has 'penetrated' the next chamber. now im just saying. if anything is a metaphor for gay sex, this has to be, right?

anyway.

spock mind melds with v'ger and is flung back into jims arms. because of course he is. and what did he learn from the whole experience? that v'ger is pure logic, and therefore cannot experience beauty, imagination, and "this simple feeling". wait. hang on. what simple feeling would that be, spock? the one you're talking about while holding jim's hand (HANDS?? VULCAN HOLDING HANDS?? HELLO???) and staring into each others eyes? what feeling would that be, i wonder?

and then. SPOCK CRIES. for v'ger. he 'weeps for v'ger as he would for a brother". v'ger is 'empty', as spock was when he came aboard. "incomplete, and searching. logic and knowledge are not enough," he says. bones asks if spock has found what he needed, and v'ger hasnt. spock says that v'ger wants to know what it was meant to be, to reach out and touch its creator.

spock is crying because he empathises with v'ger. v'gers journey parallels his own. they were both empty beings of pure logic. spock found his fulfilment in... what exactly? its not explicitly clear. but if we continue the spock/v'ger parallel to its conclusion, what do we find?

v'ger has taken ilia's form, and decker decides to merge with v'ger not only to save earth, but also to reunite with the woman he loves. v'ger becomes satisfied only when this happens. so... spock found his fulfilment by reuniting with someone he loves? if we take this in context with the 'this simple feeling' scene, the queer subtext is right there.

at the end of the movie, spock is offered to return to vulcan, and he refuses, stating that his business there is finished. he has achieved his goal of finding peace within himself. not by purging all emotion, but by embracing emotion, alongside logic, and allowing himself to feel what he has repressed his entire life. he resumes his place at jims side, which, as edith keeler stated, is where he belongs.

this movie is a queer story, and i will die on this hill. all of the evidence together stacks up that way. it is a story of repression, self acceptance, and love.

ALSO THE POSTER IS A RAINBOW-

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the motion picture #spirk #the premise #k/s #star trek analysis #literary analysis

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linpunny · 2 years

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Temptations

A/N: I was in desperate need of a distraction from the current WIPS i have and I stumbled upon this while looking through my files. I must have been very deep in my Lucifer stage to write this lol. I have no memory of writing any of this almost two years ago. THE audacity of me. UNEDITED and SLIGHTLY proof read but im also two beers in and i cant be bothered.t

Reader has a kitty but no pronouns

Word count: 1511

TW: Degrading, fingering (f. receiving), slight blood play, squirting, intimidation, demon lucifer, slight sex shaming, biting, masochist reader, masochism. Sadist Lucifer if i missed anything please let me know~

Ping!

Lucifer: I’m waiting. I thought I had told you to come to my room within the next five minutes? Which was almost ten minutes ago. (Read 5:25)

Ping!

Lucifer: It’s now been ten minutes ..

(Read 5:26)

Ping!

Lucifer: I can see you’ve read the messages. Do you really wish to make me wait any longer? (Read 5:26)

You were building up the courage to knock on his door. The skin of your knuckles grew white and a bead of sweat fell from your face. Your stomach did flips as you thought of turning around and running as far as you could from the demon you feared the most. ‘Is he going to scold me? Did I do something to disappoint Lucifer, which would then disappoint Lord Diavolo??’ You groaned at the thought.

Yet you didn’t fear Lucifer because you were scared of him. You feared Lucifer because of what he did to you when he cast his cold disapproving eyes on you. You feared the feeling of warmth that pulled in your core when he chastised you. You feared the urges that grew hotter and deeper each time he sighed your name, clearly at his wits end with you.

“How much longer do you intend to stand there?” There he stood in the frame of the door scowling as he shook his head in frustration.

His sultry voice brought you back from your forbidden masochist fantasy, your eyes wandered from his torso up to his beautiful midnight black eyes, flecks of red glowing faintly. “I-“ he didn’t even let you finish let alone begin to make up an excuse before he grabbed you by the wrist and tugged you into his room.

“Hmm, you don’t seem to understand how little patience I have left for you.” He released his grip on you and quietly shut the door making sure to lock it before turning his attention back to you. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent which was filling the room. It was pure torture to him.

Lucifer couldn’t explain the maddening feeling he got when his brothers hovered around you. His blood boiled at the thought of Mammon snaking his arm around your waist and whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you giggled in response. Bile dared to spew forth when he walked past Levi’s room and he heard your sweet voice coming from behind the door. Just the thought of you being alone with any of his brothers was enough to bring him to the edge and back. You were his undoing, but tonight you would come undone in his arms. You were going to experience just how far you had pushed him into a corner, he would make sure of that.

he took a step towards you his eyes never leaving yours. You took a step back trying to build distance between you and the demon who was burning a hole into your soul. The pattern continued until you finally were up against a wall, there was nowhere left for you to go. “Lucifer...” you shied away from his gaze as his body loomed over yours, intimidating you. He placed his gloved hands on the wall, locking you in place. Instinctively you flinched as a heat began to throb in your core.

“I think it’s time for you to realize just what you do to me when you flirt with my idiot brothers.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper as he palmed at your neck, feeling the profound outline of your collarbone. He craned his head down and trailed a line of kisses down your jaw line to your collarbone. He stopped when your breath hitched and smirked into your skin before harshly biting down bearing his fangs into you. Your vision blurred as tears stung your lash line straining down your cheeks.

“Lucifer!” You groaned in agony. or was it in pleasure? At this point you couldn’t tell anymore but there was a growing wetness between your thighs as he lapped at the blood from his bite. His forked tongue trailed down farther just above the collar of your shirt, cleaning the blood that had escaped him.

“This is what happens when you fraternize with demons, tiny human.”

you tried to bite back the tears streaming down your face as you looked to Lucifer. his gaze almost animalistic. A black diamond now adorned his forehead, glistening ebony horns twisted from the crown of his head, his wings hummed violently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Lucifer..I have a pact with all of you. You’re all special to me.”

“Special.” He frowned. There was nothing special about you freely fucking his brothers while he stroked his cock each night to the thought of you. His pride swelled as his cock twitched in response to your subservient look.

“indulge me for a moment..” he brought his right hand to your chin and lifted your face to be level with his, his gloved thumb ran across your bottom lip. “....” Heat rose in your cheeks as he continued, “How many of my brothers have you taken so far? If you answer correctly I’ll reward you..” his mouth was now near your ear as he breathed hotly against your lobe, “If you lie I”ll have to punish you.“ his voice was laced with seduction, soft and velvety as he tried to cox an answer from you.

The correct answer was three. Mammon, Levi and Beel.

You gasped at his question, your mind went blank. Did he know the answer? Or was he bluffing? Was Lucifer toying with you? But then again, he knew everything. He always knew everything. Either way the reward was probably just as bad as the punishment would be. Punishment or reward..? It was almost as hard a choice as choosing life or death at this point. While you loved hearing Lucifer praise you, you loved the thought of him punishing you even more. How many times had you wished he would roughly bend you over his desk and ram his dick into you, mercilessly until you couldn’t even think straight?

you answered his question, “One.” You pressed your body against his shamelessly, waiting for his divine punishment.

Lucifer chuckled darkly “Wrong answer my little human.” Before you could process what was happening his lips were on yours, hot and needy. Lucifer peeled his gloves form his hands letting them drop to the floor he needed to feel your heat on his skin. His hand had slowly snaked down to your skirt as he squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh, the other hand tightly wrapped around your waist. Surely you would be bruised as he dug his fingers deeper into your hips,his full weight now pushing you flush against the wall. He brushed his fingers against your aching pussy, your panties soaked from your arousal. Lucifer couldn’t believe how wet you already were for him. He slid a finger in and you moaned into the kiss, your hands skimmed his torso and found a place wrapped in his hair, tugging and begging for more of his touch. Your walls clamped around his finger as he moved it in and out edging you closer and closer to your climax. He groaned as you rolled your hips into him, a second slender digit inserted into you, curling into your sweet spot.

“Lucifer ahh...Luci..fer!!” His name lewdly fell from your mouth over and over as he continued to work your sex, his fingers plunged in and out in rhythm while his other hand grazed the top of your waistline. He slid down down your skirt and underwear, you gasped and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth to taste the forbidden sweetness of a human. the pad of his thumb began rubbing circles on your aching clit, the wet gooey sounds of your pussy echoing in the room.

You were so fragile, so soft, so lovely. Lucifer was losing himself. He broke the kiss, watching in awe as you trembled in his grasp. “Are all humans so easy? You look as if your about to cum. How disappointing.”

You nodded as your head lulled, falling onto his shoulder. Repeatedly Lucifer fucked his fingers into the soft spongy spot that had you seeing stars, this was as close to heaven as you would ever get. The hot coil finally bursting with one final rough thrust upward causing you to see white, as you creamed around the base of his fingers, warm liquid gushing out and painting your thighs.

Lucifer smirked as he pulled his drenched fingers from your quivering cunt. “How unsightly.” He scoffed as your legs gave out finally, strong arms catching you before you could hit the perfectly polished wooden floors as he wrapped his hands under your thighs picking you up, your legs wrapping perfectly around his waist, hands looping around his neck as he carried you to his bed gently laying you down.

The rest of his punishment would have to wait, you broke far too easily tonight. Lucifer had all the time within the three worlds to train you to be his perfect little human. After all, Lord Diavolo did entrust him to take care of Devildom’s most important foreign exchange student.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me Lucifer #obey me smut #Lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer #repost because I think it got flagged idk???#I should be writing my taiju fics but I’m a clown and don’t want to #Dessy's tomes♡

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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

Your first night with Azul was not what you expected. It had been a long time since you had a puppy in the house. So long you forgot how much sleep gets lost. On top of being a pup she was still recovering from surgery and coming down off the pain medication before her next dose was due was difficult. The nights that followed seemed easier but perhaps you were just lost in your delirium.

You stood at the coffee maker in the break room.

"Are you trying to use your mind-yoi?"

"Hmm?" you looked up at your boss as he glanced between you and the machine.

"Oh, F/N… are you ok?"

Before you could answer he'd already switched into doctor mode, placing his hand on your forehead and looking over your clammy, paler than usual face. You thought you'd successfully covered the deep circles under your eyes - but apparently not.

"Wha-?" you muttered, slowly registering what was happening, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just Azul…" a huge yawn interrupted you, making Marco chuckle.

"Ah, side effects of a puppy in recovery-yoi. Should I have Shachi help Chopper up front today so you can go home and rest?"

"No, it's ok. I'm fine really." you insisted.

"She's sick?" Dr. Trafalgar questioned flatly, entering the room.

"Just a little exhaustion-yoi."

"She should go home then," the other doctor murmured glancing over you and turning back to Marco.

"I'm right here, ya know." you pouted, "I can't go home anyway - the reason I'm so tired lives with me now."

"Just board her then-yoi. She's familiar with the staff." the blonde suggested.

"I don't want her to think I've abandoned her."

The slightest hint of amusement crossed the tattooed doctor's lips.

"And we need to get used to each other." you added finally pressing the start button on the coffee machine.

"Take a nap in overnight's office at least. I can't have my receptionist toppling over at the front desk." Dr. Newgate ordered.

"Ok, ok. The phones quiet down between two and three. I'll have Chopper fly solo for an hour."

Marco nodded moving to make his own cup of coffee while Law grabbed a can of tea from the fridge and exited quietly. Abandoning your coffee in the fridge for later, you made your way upfront to give Chopper the rundown.

The overnight office was small and cold, perfect for an afternoon nap. There was a bunk bed against the back wall with a nightstand, an alarm clock and a touch lamp. The left side of the room was lined with shelves and storage bins, while the right was plastered with VetMed memes.

You shut the door and pulled fresh blankets off the shelf before kicking off your shoes and getting comfortable on the bottom bunk. It really didn't take long to fall asleep once you got cuddled up.

The sound of cardboard shuffling and crashing to the floor startled you.

"Shit." The curse was so soft you thought you might've dreamt it.

Yawning, you sat up as Trafalgar turned to pick up the box with a frustrated sigh.

"Can I help ya with something doc?"

"That's - I didn't come in here to wake you up."

You pushed the blanket aside and stretched,"But you look like you need help."

He reached into his scrub pocket retrieving a battery as you tapped the bedside lamp to brighten the room.

"Where can I get this?" he redirected his gaze while you fixed your hair and slipped into your shoes.

"What size?" you asked, stepping toward him.

"Size?" he looked back at you confused before processing what'd you'd asked.

"Yeah," you chuckled, taking it from him, "your hands are huge, I couldn't tell if it was a double or triple A."

There was an awkward moment of silence while his ears began to burn. It was just a moment of confusion. He obviously knew batteries came in different sizes. But now he felt so stupid for pausing and you just chuckled it off like you always did.

"We keep them in IMed*. I can show you." you offered with a small smile.

"I have an appointment to get to." he murmured gruffly before excusing himself.

You stood there alone with the battery in your hand not even knowing how many or for what device he needed.

"What are you doing back here-yoi?" your boss asked as you stepped into his treatment area, "It has barely been 45 minutes."

Opening the drawer under the desk next to him you rummaged around for the box of double A batteries, "Doctor T couldn't find these."

"So he woke you up?" The amount of outrage in his usually calm voice was almost flattering.

"He really didn't mean to. He thought we kept them in the back office and dropped a box. Poor guy was so embarrassed he just walked out." you laughed, easing Marco's frustration.

After collecting what you needed you made your way to Law's office. The mouse on his desk was turned upside down with the battery removed. You replaced it and set the extra you'd brought with you next to his keyboard.

"Here's a spare!" You wrote on a small post-it.

On your way back to the lobby you stopped at the break room to retrieve your now cold coffee from the fridge.

Chopper wasn't alone long but he had managed very well on his own. You were still tired but had enough of a nap to be able to focus on work. Luckily the afternoon picked up and you didn't have the down time to think about sleep.

As you were preparing to close for the day and get Azul ready to go, your extension rang.

"What's up?" you answered assuming it was one of the technicians.

"Thank you, F/N-ya." Law's voice was soft and low.

"Oh - uh right… the battery." you stammered feeling a little rush in your chest.

"Yes, and I put some CBD chews in the bag hanging on Azul's kennel. That should help her wind down at night."

"Thanks doc, ya didn't have to do all that." you smiled resting the receiver against your shoulder while you powered the computer down.

"No worries. Enjoy your evening."

"Yeah, you too." you replied brightly.

The last few interactions you'd had with Law were almost painfully awkward. Well, more so than usual. He was already not a very social human and reserved most of his politeness and niceties for the clients. Though on more than a few occasions someone complained that he was too cold and straight forward. All of that was fine with you until recently - you didn't have to speak with him often. Now one of his patients belonged to you.

Perhaps you'd end up bonding with him after all.

*Internal Medicine

#lyndsyh24 #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #x reader #18+ mdni #marco the phoenix #slow burn #fem reader #puppy love

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 months

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this post is about the shepards having autism/being on the spectrum, strap in,,,

btw to b clear, they all got some other stuff goin on w em mentally, but im focusing on them bein autistic rn, im a bit rusty when it comes to talking about them w autism bc i havent talked about it in so long, I HOPE THIS ALL MADE SENSE

tim- the same way ppl see darry as being autistic is how i feel w tim, its not much of a difference honestly, so ion have much to say. he comes off as cold but he’s rlly not, he’s blunt and that makes him come off as rude to a ton of ppl and so therefore unapproachable, generally prefers to be alone minus like a few ppl (those ppl being angela and curly, and hes kinda had to grow to get used to pony being around a bit). he kinda has a monotone voice. he does have a same routine generally speaking and HATES when it gets fucked up somehow, he gets pretty agitated. his special interest is maybe like, space or somethin like that, but he seems pretty casual about it so ppl dont exactly understand that its literally a special interest, if that makes sense. he can notice patterns n small things other ppl wouldnt. i could see him having synesthesia and pain insensitivity, thats part of the reason y ppl think hes so tough in fights, they think hes just so used to fights he cant rlly get hurt like others can but no, he genuinely just doesnt react to pain stimuli that much

curly- hes the one out of all three of em where i actually have him more fleshed out😭

he does stim, however its things that r deemed as more “normal” to do in front of others like bouncing his leg, tapping something, etc etc, but i will tell u a good chink of his stiff is chewed bc he just “felt like biting something”. he doesnt know the volume of his own voice and that gets him into a bit of trouble, sometimes hes rude genuinely without even meaning to and he things thats just bc hes a shepard, he has his moments where he takes shit literally or just doesnt get social rules. honestly i could see him being either a lil too clingy physically or him hating being touched by others, maybe hes a mix of both. he also has pain insensitivity and like i said, ppl think its bc hes gotten into so many fights, he just doesnt feel that pain no more, but nope, genuinely registers pain differently BUT if u want him to be hypersensitive to touch, i will tell u that he is tender headed so tim always has trouble braiding his hair especially when he was younger. this is like more modern day ish hc of him but ik he would be repeating words/phrases over and over (its called echolalia i think). doesnt rlly make eye contact a while bunch, its not bc hes nervous or it makes him uncomfortable tho its just like, a thing he does idk how to explain it. hes autistic but if u literally just got this nigga someone to get a look at him it becomes pretty obvious hes autistic, hes literally not even masking, if u had someone u hc to be autistic and they looked at him on his day to day life theyre def goin “hmm,,,”. hes def gotten into a fight bc he was overstimulated lmao

his special interest can b bugs or horror movie or something along those lines

angela- my girl angela,,,,shes the one masking thee HARDEST i just know it, ppl would deny shes autistic the most bc they dont understand autism in women, they would just say “shes just being a normal girl”, and i cant explain it bc we would b here for a while, but i will tell u she would show an obvious sign of being autistic and it gets written off bc ppl just see that as her being girly. ANYWAYS, shes hypersensitive (which means shes a bit tender headed, save my black girl), she gets annoyed by minor changes, has trouble making friends and this is for a multitude of reasons but her being autistic is one of em, has less obvious stims, she mostly plays w her hair, her special interest is more “socially accepted for a girl” and so ppl dont even see that as being her special interest which leads to her being undiagnosed, lowkey imitates other ppls hand gestures, and i have other ideas for her but i need to wrap this up this is becoming an essay😭😭

ANYWAYS they r undiagnosed bc they 1) dont have the resources to get tested lmao 2) they r black and black ppl tend to get misdiagnosed w something else bc they r so underrepresented and 3) they r immigrants and immigrant parents dont rlly believe in having mental issues lmfao 4) they arent the “textbook outlook” of autism

#curly shepard #tim shepard #angela shepard

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spyderlondon · 26 days

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( IDEA )

Jax angst that doesn’t have to do with abstraction or y/n stuff, no crushes, no lovers, just something like him feeling useless, mabye ragatha finally speaks out and he feels hurt, mabye he’s suffering in silence?

im dying to see angst other than the same old things, but this is just an idea! I love your work so do what you feel like :)

have a good day!!

A/N: Glad to know I've written Jax well enough to get a good amount of asks for him lol Also, thank you! Always glad to make stories people enjoy :D

Angst with no abstractions or love, huh? Hmm... I can make that happen! I would be a terrible creative writing student if I stuck to the same old, same old.

Kofi

Digital Chess AU by @digital-chess @shavs-media-productions

CW: Obsession, fear, panic attack, anxiety, blood, violence, trauma (Chess!Queenie scares me with her tactics-)

The Golden Child

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"Wha-?" A pair of yellow eyes blinked open and the man immediately had to use his hand to block out the blindingly white light of the room he was currently in, "Bright..." He grumbled out. He took a moment to let his eyes adjust while trying to remember how he got here... the most he could recall was being drawn to a computer screen. He had turned it on to see why he wanted to be in front of it and... nothing. He was just suddenly in this room. Was it a room? He couldn't tell. He couldn't even remember what he looked like...

He tensed up in slight panic. He lowered his hand as he looked around with wide eyes before freezing as he spotted what looked to be a large black queen chess piece with a yellow cloak with white fur lining and.... are those... multicolored eyes? Odd choice of fashion but...... ARE THOSE EYES MOVING?!? He took a few steps back- he could hear her speaking but he wasn't listening. His flight or fight instincts were starting to kick in as he felt himself stiffen up as she slowly began to approach him, holding her free hand out as if to comfort him, "Dear, are you alright?" She questioned, her voice sounded like she was concerned but something sounded... off. As if she was hiding her true tone with him... there was something... cold about her...

The woman got too close, he was terrified and chose to fight. His eyes were pinpoint as he abruptly wrenched the three-pronged staff away from her red gloved hand before attempting to slam it into her side as self-defense, "GET AWAY FROM ME!!" He snarled, his voice full of panic and desperation. She was quick to move a bit away, her eyes wide in shock- apparently she never expected anyone to react that way.

But before he could actually strike her, another pair of larger hands came out of nowhere and snatched the staff away from the young man, "I didn't bring you in here to try to attack my queen." Blue and red eyes glared down at the new arrival with his eyes glowing some, he was obviously angry for what his new pawn, "Were you listening to her in the slightest?" He narrowed his eyes. The young man just stared at him- the chess piece was larger than the queen with a black robe that slowly changed it's gradient to a dark red and finally a blood red at the very bottom as well as black fur on the top and bottom of the outfit. And the multicolored eyes... they were on him too...

The new player backed away in his fear before freezing as he noticed that he was now covered in purple fur with a white, long tank on that had gold borders as well as a chess piece pictured on the center on the shirt... a rook? He had yellow pants on to match the tank and gold gloves. His breathing quickened as he stumbled backwards so he could be further away from the large chess pieces. He couldn't speak, couldn't move a muscle. He could only only stare as the two- a married couple apparently- seemed to argue a bit about... him?

"This rabbit has the same traits as that mangy mutt on my black team, my queen." The white king piece spoke up, snapping the rook out of the clouds he was in, "It would make the most sense for someone like my own rook to join him." He explained, moving one of his hands up and down in the air as if to emphasize his words.

The black queen piece shook her head as she took her staff from her husband gently, "You see a rook that has nothing left to lose and will fight to survive like that mutt of yours." Her voice came out calm and smooth as she responded, "I see something more in him. I'd like to make him into my new pet bunny- I can see to it he behaves." She moved her staff closer to herself as her eyes became stubborn- it was the main way the young man could even guess the emotions right now.

The king piece sighed and a small, floating hand of the queen was placed on his cheek, "...you're lucky I love you so much, Queenie... and I trust that you know what you're doing..." He mentioned, not moving an inch as to continue looking somewhat threatening to the new rook. He shook his head, "Send him to the board once he's ready." With that, he hit the ground with his staff and teleported away.

Queenie looked at the rabbit with a hum, "I still haven't named you, have I, bunny?" She questioned, tilted her head in thought as she grabbed his chin and moved it around some.

The young man flinched and pushed her hand off of him, "Hey! I'm no one's pet! Certainly not yours!" He hissed as he backed away from her, trying to avoid showing his fear in his eyes. Although it was quite impossible with this woman.

She huffed, "Jax. That will be your new name." She mused as she watched him with slightly narrowed eyes, not amused by how he pushed her hand away but took in stride. He was new, he was anxious. At least that's what Kinger would tell her about the new players anytime they came in.

The purple rabbit frowned as he stared at his body momentarily before looking back up at her, "'Jax'?" He grunted, "Why 'Jax'?" He grimaced.

"It means 'God is Gracious'. Something you do well to remember." She explained before lifting up her staff, "No more time to explain. White team needs you." She hit her staff on the ground, teleporting him away. Once he was gone, Queenie stared at where he once was and smirked to herself- she had gotten a pet all for herself. Oh, how she was going to make sure he never forgot....

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Jax laughed as he ran off as Zooble yelled at him from a few feet away, shoving banana cream pie off their face with a hiss. They paused before fleeing back inside their room as they saw the prankster run straight into Queenie who had come by after hearing from Max that he saw Jax causing a big mess with the pies and banana peels. The mutt just wanted to get the rabbit in trouble.

The purple rabbit's ears fell as he stared up at the white team's AI and tensed up, "H-Hey there, my-my queen-" He gulped, she had always crept him out. It seemed no matter where he went, she would have her eyes on him and knew when to show up to stop him from causing a bigger mess or more trouble.

"Jax, pet, what were you doing just now?" She questioned with narrowed eyes, noting the little bit of whipped on his hand before looking back at him, "You weren't making a giant mess by playing practical jokes on your teammates, I assume?" She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes so she'd know if he even attempted to lie to her.

Jax's eyes widened a bit as he could feel the familiar coldness and hidden anger from around her. It gave him the feeling of dread that something was going to happen if he wasn't smart about his next move... too bad he wasn't often the smartest of the bunch, "Oh, c'mon, my queen! You're just jealous you weren't there!" He quipped, "Next time I'll save the best prank for my favorite hellcat!" He grinned at her. He froze... oh god, he just spoke so rudely to the queen of the white side.

The queen piece suddenly stopped when she heard him say that, "...excuse me?" Her voice dropped an octave, her grip on his chin a warning sign, "Do you know exactly who you're speaking with?"

She stared at him, watching him writhe as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish a few times as he tried to think of what to say, "Y-Yea- I-I mean, yes!" He stuttered out, his ears pressed against his head, "Y-Yes, my queen! You a-are the number one bitch on whit-...." He trailed off before just zipping away before he could get punished.

Queenie watched him go with a flat look before turning to leave the area- she needed to get her husband. If only so she could have him stop her if she went to far with her plan of punishment.

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"Hey! Let me go! I'm sorry!" Jax yelled as he was dragged by his ears to the main chess board by Queenie. He was kicking his feet, struggling and grabbing at the hand that gripped him, trying to shove her off of him in the fear that he wished he didn't have of her but she was obsessive.

"You're going to rip his ears off." Kinger stated flatly when he came into view, making the rabbit's eyes widen before also noticing a certain other member of his team. Ragatha. His fellow rook.

Queenie looked down at the male rook for a moment before back at her husband, "Does he really need them, my king?" She asked in an almost sweet tone. She knows that she's hurting him. She does not care. She never does. But she still released his ears.

The king piece sighed but held his hands up in defeat, "Alright, alright. He's in your team." He allowed her to win the argument, always the soft spot for his queen.

Jax was quiet as he looked at the two chess pieces then over at Ragatha before speeding off to check on her... only to be blocked by a golden staff that belonged to the queen, "What- hey!" He hissed at her, his tone hiding a small tremble of unease, "Why's she here?! I was the one who disrespected you!" He held out an arm to defend his fellow rook.

Queenie quirked a brow before using her staff to knock him into Kinger's hold so he couldn't intrude as she approached Ragatha who was currently shaking like a leaf, "Now, now. You know better to interrupt a punishment, bunny." She glanced at the rabbit, "Just stay there and watch~" Her tone turned cruel as she raised up her staff before stabbing it into the female rook's left eye before turning up the electricity in her staff. The rag doll screamed.

Jax tried to look away by Kinger forced him to watch the scene fully- that had to been the queen's idea... Force even more trauma onto him. Make him see the pain that occurs when he tries to be smart towards the white team's queen. All he did was make a couple crude jokes! What's so wrong about that?!

The female rook continued to scream as the queen continued to push in the prongs of the staff, electrifying the girl further. She was finally stopped a few minutes later when her husband took at the weapon from her and shook his head. The black queen scoffed as she took her staff back with a grunt but accepted her king's order. She didn't even apologize or claim she went too far.

Queenie turned towards Jax next who kneeling by Ragatha's pool of crimson blood while trying to stop her eye from bleeding, not noticing who was approaching him or how a very weakened rag doll was attempting to warn him of something. Not until a non-electrified staff slashed his cheek. And the blood below turned a bit more of a rust color.

He yelped loudly- more in shock and surprise than pain. He held his cheek where he was slashed as he stared at the queen in complete silence and disbelief. She spun her staff to fling the blood off of the prongs, she seemed satisfied and proud of how utterly terrified and traumatized the rabbit looked- oh, and hurting the rag doll was fun too.

Queenie used her index finger and thumb to firmly grip Jax's chin, forcing him to look at her stern and narrowed eyes, "Now you understand what will happen if you disobey or back talk me again, right, bunny?" She asked in a low voice that sent chills down his spine.

"I-I..." He glanced at Ragatha, the blood then back at the woman in front of him, "...yes, my queen..." He mumbled quietly, fear and guilt lacing his tone. His eyes became dull as he looked down and his ear fell low.

She examined him in silence before giving a curt nod, "Good." She removed her fingers, "I'll leave you to drag your fellow rook to her room and for you to return to yours as well." She waved off as she walked off with Kinger by her side.

Jax glared as she walked away- scared, guilty, angry. But... he couldn't do anything to her. He couldn't risk himself... no, he couldn't risk Ragatha or his teammates because of his actions again.

He carefully helped the female rook to her feet and began to walk her back to her room. He made a decision that night- he would avoid leaving his room as much as possible. Avoid others. Avoid being himself.

He would just be his queen's loyal pet bunny who wouldn't ever try teasing or talking unless spoken to again.

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