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suugarbabe · 2 months

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Rockstar!Sirius Black has me in a chokehold. I’m obsessed with my wife @finalgirllx and thankful for the work she put in for me for these two edits and I hope everyone is pulling their hair out at them as much as me.

This little blurb is for my second wife @thatdammchickennugget ‘s hogmarch challenge.

Prompt: fire whiskey / are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk

Warnings: fluff; mentions of bar/drinking;

You don’t really know how you got here. At this party that is. One day your muggle friend is begging you to come to a concert with her. Two weeks later she has you sleeping on a side-walk waiting to get in. “I really want to get barricade,” she says. And you love her so you comply. When you manage to get it, you’re just as shocked as she is. Arms crossed on the bar, elbows hanging over the barricade as music plays from the speakers while everyone waits for the band to appear.

You assume it’s a four person group; you see a drum set, a keyboard, a guitar with a mic stand and a bass guitar. You’re wracking your brain for the name of the band, your friends mentioned it probably a million times in the last hour alone but you’ve been so focused on not a Avada-ing any of the other millions of girls around who seem to want to keep pushing against your back to get closer to whoever this band seems to be.

It’s when the curtain falls that your heart nearly stops. It had to be a coincidence, right? The fact that this band happens to have the same name as the infamous group of pranking boys from your school years. But all your nervous fears are confirmed when they start strolling on to the stage, you recognize the others in an instant, but the one that catches your eye most intensely slings the guitar over his shoulder, a shit eating smirk gracing his lips as his tucks his hair behind his ear.

“Blimey, what a turn out, yeah lads?” The guitarist turns slightly where he stands, glancing at his friends behind him who are all nodding and shouting, pumping their fists in the air with the screams of fans in front of them. The guitarist turns back towards the crowd, eyes scanning over the sea of people until they come to the front and lock with yours. Your friend besides you starts shaking with giddy excitement as he speaks his next words into the mic, her arm hooking with yours. But you can’t tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze, “In case any of you’ve forgotten, we’re The Marauders and-”

Being barricade had its benefits because you heard the drummer shout, “Oi, Pads, get on with it, will ya, let’s give em a show, yeah?” Sirius laughs into the mic and your thrust back to being seventeen and pining after the long haired boy at the back of your advanced potions class. “Alright, Prongs, don’t lose yer head, mate. Who’s ready to fucking rock out?” Sirius strummed his guitar and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams. The entire concert was a bit of a blur. One because you didn’t know any of their songs, but two because it seemed like any time Sirius looked towards the front of the crowd, he looked right at you, and your friends and the girls surrounding you seemed to lose their mind at the concept.

When the concert finally ended you watched your old classmates take in the cheers and praise. James threw both his drumsticks into the crowd, Remus tossed a few picks as well. Reggie stepped from behind the keyboard, taking his setlist with him and passing it to the security guard to give to a random girl. Sirius, however, seemed to have a different plan. The girls around you seemed to be panting with anticipation as Sirius took a marker from a stage hand and laid down on his stomach, pulling the cap from the marker with his teeth before writing on his setlist on the ground. Capping the pen, he pulled the setlist off the ground slowly, folding the tape over the edges before folding the setlist into fours.

What really made everyone around you go into a frenzy was Sirius jumping down from the stage and walking straight up to you at barricade and holding the paper towards you with a smile. “Here,” Sirius grabbed your wrist, placing the folded setlist into your hand, “open it when you leave the venue. Was nice seeing you again, love. S’been too long since the last time.” Sirius then turned his attention to the people around you, shaking hands and signing a few autographs but it all sounded muffled to yours ears as it seemed like all the blood was rushing to your head as you were rushing out of the crowd, you friend close behind.

“Uhm, hello? Are you gonna tell me what the fuck that was back there?” You were walking as fast as you could without sprinting, your friend hot on your heels. “Y/n/n!” You turned abruptly to face her, her stopping roughly in her tracks. “What!” You were nearly screaming before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, erm, I’m sorry. I just…I haven’t seen those guys in a long time and it was just a little…overwhelming.” Your friend nodded, the grin never leaving her face, “How do you even know them, can we open the letter now, what does it say?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the note from your pocket. Unfolding it you finally answered her questions, “We went to school together, believe it or not they were very popular and I was…well…not. I had a few classes with the others and well Sirius was…friends with some of my friends, let’s say. Honestly I didn’t even expect him to recognize me once I realized they were the band we were seeing and…” your thoughts and words seem to die on your lips as your eyes scanned the setlist in your hands, Sirius’s sloppy scrawl strewn across in black marker. Your friend raised her eyebrows impatiently, turning your hands towards her so she could see what had you at such a loss, a gasp leaving her as she did so. “Is that a fucking address…”

So maybe you did know how you got to this party, your friend begging and pleading until you agreed to go. “It’s only polite, he did invite you after all,” she had said. You knew her agenda was more so to gain an opportunity to see the boys up close, so you didn’t argue when as soon as you entered the private bar she immediately went on the hunt. You, on the other hand, went straight for a drink, or two, or four. You were working on yet another firewhiskey when a rough voice spoke your last name from behind you. Turning around, you attempted to control your blush, “Black. Long time no see.” You did your best to keep your tone casual, like your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

Per expected Sirius was nothing but charming and smooth, “I didn’t expect to see a friend in the crowd tonight, you caught me slightly off guard I have to admit.” You clasped onto your drink with both hands, hoping the coolness of the glass would offset the heat that was rapidly spreading through your body, “You consider us friends? I didn’t even think you’d recognize me.” Sirius’s gaze turned what you could only describe as tender, “I would’ve failed Advanced Charms if you hadn’t put up with me for two whole terms. If spending endless weeks in the library didn’t make us friends, what then developed between us, nothing?”

No, just my raging school girl crush on you is all. You shook your head, mouth opening and slightly stammering, no explanation coming to mind. “Pads, you’re not scaring y/n/n away are you? Gonna make us not see her for another three years again?” Sirius huffed a slightly annoyed breath, “Yeah, Moony, the reason we haven’t seen her is strictly my fault, not that our band took off or anything.” Sirius jabs a thumb over his shoulder as he glances back at you as if to say, the nerve of this guy. “She didn’t even think I’d recognize her, or considered us friends! Can you believe that?”

The taller boy greeted you with a warm and familiar smile, the scar stretching over his top lip thinning with the action, “Well I certainly don’t blame her for the latter. But we’re still friends, aren’t we, dove?” Remus took a step forward, wrapping you in a tight and friendly embrace. “Hi, Rem,” you mumbled just loud enough over the bar music. Remus was gruffly pulled away from you to reveal a pouting face with glasses and a mop of curly hair, “Not consider us friends? Did seven agonizing years of potions together mean absolutely nothing to you?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the dramatics, “Hi, Jamie. ‘ve missed you.” You open your arms for a hug and are quickly embraced in a bear-like squeeze, “Missed you too shortcake. Been too long.” A second body joins your hug from behind, “Yeah, it’s been too long.” James pushes him off before letting you go, “Whydya have to do that Reg, you ambushed my hug.” Regulus opens his mouth to argue when a throat clearing catches all of your guys' attention. You turn to see your friend clearly doing her best not to freak out at the scene before her. You turn the the boys, pushing your friend slightly in front of you, “Guys this is my friend Órlaith. She brought me to your show. Big fan, her. Órlaith, this is Reg, Jamie, Rem and Sirius.”

The four boys all flashed award winning smiles while your friend managed a meek ‘hi’ and a slight wave. “So you didn’t just have classes with them, you were friends with the fucking Marauders,” Órlaith wacked your arm, causing James and Regulus to burst out in laughter. Remus leaned in close to your friend, a hand shielding one side of his mouth while pointing a thumb back at James, “Y/n/n, here actually helped make sure this one graduated on time.” James crossed his arms in mock offense, “Is he talking shite love? Moony, don’t fill her head with lies we’ve only just met.”

Sirius slung his arm over her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Actually, I’d like to catch up with Y/l/n. You mind if I steal her for a moment? Think you can watch these gits, keep them in line for me while I’m away?” She gave a timid nod and Sirius flashed her his knee weakening grin. Remus shot Sirius a knowing look, one you completely missed as you were too busy focusing on Sirius lacing his fingers in yours and dragging you towards a roped off section of the bar. You tried to will your palm to not be clammy as you downed the last of your drink, setting the glass on a passing table. As Sirius led you up the few steps and past the velvet rope he settled you both down at a table in the corner.

With a wave of his wrist the music and sound of the crowd disappeared. “See? A perfect silencing charm. Wouldn’t have been able to do that without your help in years past, friend,” Sirius emphasized the last word, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed slightly, eyes rolling, “Yes, I’m very proud of you. However, that hasn’t stopped the gaggle of girls staring at us.” You motioned toward at least four women you could see clearly shooting daggers your way at a private talk with the leading man. Sirius shrugged his shoulders, eyes never leaving your direction, “I don’t care about them, my focus is on you.”

Your face seemed to stay in a permanent state of blush with Sirius’s full attention solely on you. “Now tell me, sweetheart. Did you really not consider us friends all those years? I mean, I thought we were pretty close. If I recall we’ve drunkenly fallen asleep on a few couches and floors together. Who else does that besides very good friends?” You nervously summon a drink before you, taking the glass and trying to hide half your face behind it while you take a long gulp. Your eyes scan over Sirius’s face, taking in the changes, or lack thereof, from the last time you saw him.

He still has that same boyish charm, that grin the tends to sneak onto his face when he knows he’s being charming. His hair is still gorgeous, long and flowing, though maybe slightly greasier than your school years, but you’re sure that’s part of his rockstar aesthetic. His forearms now adorn multiple tattoos and from what you know of Sirius there’s probably more hidden elsewhere. He had a few more piercings now, and his jawline was more refined now that he was no longer a teenager, but what remained exactly the same was always your favorite part of him; his eyes.

Sirius always had the most captivating eyes; a deep russet brown that seemed to change with his mood and whether he was telling the truth or not. Either that or you had just spent so much time staring at him you began to figure out his tells without anyone else realizing. “You’re telling the truth, you really considered us good friends didn’t you?” Sirius laughed lightly, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes once more, “Yes, I’m telling the truth.” You shook your head, “That wasn’t a question, it was a statement, I can tell when you’re lying. I just can’t believe you’re being serious.”

“Well I’m always Sirius, darling.” You rolled your eyes at his favorite pun, going to bring your drink back to your lips. Sirius, however, had other plans, stealing to glass from your hands and downing the rest himself. You opened your mouth to scold him but he got his words out first, “How can you – blimey, love no mixer really? Merlin’s fucking beard – how can you tell when I’m lying? I like to think I’m quite subtle at hiding the truth.” You sat up a bit straighter, tucking your legs underneath you on the couch. Normally you would never admit anything, especially not to Sirius himself, but your filter seemed to be turned off thanks to the many firewhiskey’s now running through your system.

You leaned your elbow on the back of the couch, facing Sirius now with your head resting against your fist, “Your eyes turn a shade or two darker when you’re lying. Normally they’re just this beautiful deep brown color that looks like the sun is shining directly on them, even when you’re inside and there’s not even a window in sight. But when you’re lying it’s like all the mischief you’ve got cooking in your brain is overheating and it deepens the color.” If you weren’t feeling so tipsy you probably would’ve noticed the deep blush that spread over Sirius’s cheeks. But being himself he couldn’t let you stop there, “What else have you seemed to notice over the years, huh sweet girl?”

Subconsciously you knew you’d regret it in the morning, but your ability to stop your mouth from rambling seemed to be null. “You tend to chew on your top lip when you’re concentrating, not the entire thing, just one of the corners. You did it tonight during your guitar solo, which was actually pretty fantastic. I'm very proud of you, Siri. And I only noticed you do that because it’s different from other people, usually people bite their bottom lip, but you bite your top,” Sirius touched his top lip with his fingertips as you continued, “And I know when you’re laughing just to be polite and when you’re laughing for real because your fake laugh is this polite little chuckle where you nod your head to make the other person think you’re really paying attention, but your real laugh is so much better. You throw your head back, and your hair falls from your face and it’s real hearty and deep and your smile stays bright for moments afterwards.” You let out a long sigh, your eyes keeping this distance look to them like you were recalling an exact moment for each aspect you just described. “Merlin, I was just so in…I just had the biggest crush on you back then.”

Sirius blinked a few times in disbelief, shaking his head and trying to clear his thoughts because there was definitely no way he heard what he just thought he heard, “I’m sorry, love. Are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk?” You scoffed slightly, “Excuse me?” Sirius quickly held his hands up in defense, “No, no! I just meant that – oh for Godric’s sake, I’m gonna muck this up I just know it–” You grabbed his wrists, effectively stopping his spiraling tangent, “Sirius!” He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours and just like you said, they looked like the sun was hitting them directly despite being in the back corner of a dark bar, “I never needed help with charms.”

Your face contorted in confusion, “Sorry, erm, what?” Sirius closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes once more, making sure you were looking back at him so you would see he was telling the truth, “I never needed help with charms, I would fuck up spells on purpose because I wanted to spend more time with you.” You shook your head, “But Remus said…”

“I lied to Moony,” Sirius cut you off, “Well, I tried to lie to him at first. I told him I was failing and I asked him to ask you to be my tutor but the bloody git knows everything, saying shit like ‘I know you’re at the top of our class Sirius meh meh meh’, so I asked him to lie for me.” You shook your head, “Why would you do that?” Sirius placed his hands on either side of your face, your hands still holding his wrists, “Because I had an insanely huge crush on you that I kept trying to deny and Moony could see it a mile away. I’m surprised you missed it with everything else you seemed to notice.” You smiled at him, a real genuine relaxed smile, then he spoke again, “Past tense probably isn’t the right usage. After seeing you tonight, I can humbly admit that all those feelings are very much still here. You believe me, don’t you?”

Sirius tilted your head up so you were looking directly at him. He widened his eyes dramatically, staring at you intensely and causing you to giggle. You squinted your eyes at him briefly, making it look like you were really studying him, “Hmm..clear as day. Yes, Siri, I believe you.” Sirius let out a long breath, “Thank merlin, because I’ve been dying to do this since I was on stage.” Sirius’s lips met yours with a gentle fervent, intensifying only when you fisted the front of his t-shirt, pulling him harder into you. You pulled apart only when you were short of breath, both panting heavily. “Remus is going to lose his mind,” Sirius chuckled, grin never leaving his face. You glanced over his shoulder, flicking your wrist and breaking the silencing charm only to be met with cheers and whistles so loud they floated over the rustle of the bar, “I think he already has, they all have.” Sirius turned, seeing his friends and bandmates making their way over. He turned back to you, a cheeky grin on his lips, “Okay, kiss me again, just once more before they get here. Once they do I just know James is gonna talk your ear off about the whole thing.” You giggled, biting your bottom lip before grasping the back of his neck, pulling his lips towards yours once more.

#hogmarch challenge #hogmarch #rockstar!sirius black #rockstar!sirius #rockstar!remus lupin #rockstar!james potter #rockstar!regulus black #Sirius black x reader #Sirius black x you #Remus Lupin #James potter #regulus black

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ambrozjas · 2 months

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Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

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reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

1609 words, 8588 characters

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

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saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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neopuppy · 2 years

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Beatbox (M)

preview: “Hey hey, you a new transfer?”

The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Round eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames, he splutters, licking at his prominent two front teeth. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade! 10 years ago!”

“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”

“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”

“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”

pairing: Jaemin x female reader

word count: 6k+

genre: college AU, nerdy Jaemin, y/n a meanie, crackish, one shot, it’s filth…yay nana day🥳💕

smut warnings: switching, oral, grappling(headlocks, chokeholds, thigh crushing, full nelson, pinning, etc), degradation, competitive rough sex, breeding, spit, use of ‘bunny’, submission

‘If you fail your political history course, I have to sit you out for the upcoming season.’

“Who even studies this shit.” The sheet filled with requirements to continue competing with your varsity wrestling team wrinkles between your fingers.

Three of your courses blared at you, circled with vibrant red sharpie to add more threat behind your coaches words.

‘If you don’t pick up your fucking slack asap, say goodbye to competing in the championship finals.’

No amount of kicking at your locker and swinging your backpack around on your way to class assisted in relieving any of your frustration.

If only you had a dick, fat chance any guy on the boys wrestling team had to worry about their grades. Everyone knew the dean favored his beloved male athletes, bragged and boasted about across states through various top leading universities.

“A tutor” you murmur, rolling your eyes. Reprimanded and put on time-out until you have at the least found a tutor. Either miss out on one of the biggest tournaments in the upcoming weeks, or get your ass a tutor to help you pass your mid-terms.

Someone smart, obviously, a full fledged nerd with their nose buried in a book.

Hmm, no, not Renjun… he hadn’t even made top of your class last year.

Definitely not that pervert Haechan that got caught behind the bleachers jerking off..

Glancing around, you begin to weigh your options.

Jeno, he’s a brain, but he still had tape holding his glasses together after you snapped them in half two months ago. His fault for getting in your way and making you late to practice.

A bleached blonde head of hair and a pile of books masking your potential essential nerd grabs your eye.

The communist manifesto hovers before his face, allowing you enough of a view of thin rimmed silver lenses and eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration. Sneakily you move over to the closest seat near him, silently rejoicing when you spot a pocket protector sitting on his chest.

Perfect.

“Hey hey, you a new transfer?”

“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”

“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”

“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”

The blonde before you grows more indignant, fumbling to set a bookmark in place and fully turn to face you.

“Why would I help you?!” He scoffs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “You pulled down my pants at our 8th grade dance! In front of the entire school!”

“That was you?!”

“And then you poured punch on me! And told everyone I pissed myself!” He stammers, tapping one of his loafers with each shake of his leg.

“There’s no way that was you!” You giggle, waving him off. “That was this dork Jaem—“

“Jaemin!” He hisses, ripping off his glasses to fix you with a steely look. “Me!”

“Oh my god?? Why are you blonde?” You snort, reaching to stroke the peach fuzz decorating the side of his face. “You need to bleach this too furball.”

Jaemin rustles, smacking your hand away with his lips pursed together, appearing more and more perturbed by everything you say. “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a sarcastic filled coo you lean in closer, pinching at his cheek. “Aw, did I upset the bunny?”

His eyelids push so far back that you’re surprised when his eyes stay put, expecting for them to fall out and bounce on his notebook.

“What did you just call me?” He says incredulously, grasping onto your wrist tightly.

“Damn, this nerd has some strength,” you cringe, shaking him off. Weakly punching at his arm only to feel overtaken with disbelief again, digging a finger in as you pout wondering why he feels so firm, too firm for a nerd..

“I said stop touching me!” He glowers, forcefully ripping your arm away. “Go away! I do not want to help you in any way!”

“Aw come onnnn, pleaseeee bunny?”

“Stop calling me that!” He hisses, inching closer to speak sternly. “Why do you keep calling me that?!”

Sticking out the top row of your teeth, you tap at the first two and proceed to form bunny ears with your index and middle finger. “You act like one too, vicious and temperamental..”

“Listen,” he snaps before your face, nearly chopping your nose in the process. “I am not going to tutor you! and stop calling me a bunny!”

Hope seems lost until you notice a crimson flush spiking up from his nape. Jaemin’s gaze bounces, clearing his throat as he reaches for his book, faint shades of pink burn at his cheeks, reaching up to the corners of his nose.

“Aww, you like it!” You laugh, scooting closer for your leg to drape over his. “Hear me out bunny, if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”

“I don’t need nor want your help.” He mutters, refusing to meet your stare any longer. Aware of the blush taking over his face destroying the facade he continues on with.

“That’s not true, and you know how I know that?”

Sighing, his chin dips in, frustrated by his curious subconscious. “How.”

“Who else was going to let you know that your fuzzy sideburns give away that the curtains do not match the drapes?” You joke, digging your elbow into his side. Breaking into a round of giggles at the sight of his front teeth poking out again with his mouth hung open.

“Listen, bunny boy, my coach is up my ass about finding a tutor. Just swing by at the end of practice so I can tell him someone with a 4.0 gpa has agreed to help me.” You plead, squeezing at his arm again with confusion. “Why do you feel like that?”

Jaemin throws a hissy fit, shimmying out of your grip once again while snarling in a much too cute way for you to take seriously. “No! Now go away you damn cretin!”

“Hear me out!” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “I know the captain of the football team gives you a swirly every Monday morning.”

Jaemin’s jaw drops yet again, beginning to hate himself for not just getting up and moving away. Starting to find one of your bullies attractive had to make him sick in the head somehow. “Why do you know that?! You just asked me if I transferred!”

“Uh.. selective memory.” You shrug, playing it off with a wide smile. “Anyway, what if I can get him to stop?”

His ears perk up at that, flitting a shifty gaze your way. “You can’t.”

“Oh, trust me, I can. He’s wanted me to suck his dick since the first day of Uni.” You nod mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows.

Jaemin slumps deeper into his seat, contemplating how late it’s making him, having to rush to lecture after rinsing and restyling his hair.

“You know, toilet water is terrible for a fried bleached scalp.”

“My hair is not fried!” He barks, nose scrunched up adorably in irritation.

“You’re right, it looks great..” you note, testing a silky tuft of locks between two fingers. “Kind of weird for a nerd to care this much about his looks though..”

Jaemin jerks away, glaring at you for the name. “Applying for internships has been hard..”

“Ahh, well the blonde looks great on you at least.” Giving him a thumbs up, you invade his space once again. “So, how about it? No more toilet diving if you tutor me??”

He sighs again, expression full of thought as he pouts and aggressively taps at the end of his pen.

“Fine.” His shoulders drop, feeling tense and uncomfortable by the proximity you’ve kept up for much for too long at his side now. Not missing the way your fingers kneaded at his bicep earlier or the intrigued ‘hmm’ tickling at the back of your throat.

“Great! Come by the gym at 4!”

Jaemin trudges toward the gym hall, retelling the memories of his first year when Haechan had convinced him to join him and peep on the girls wrestling team practice from behind the bleachers.

His throat dries, regretting every life decision he’s ever made as he steps inside and spots you choking another girl down onto the ground under your armpit. Deeply swallowing, he settles at the corner of the bleachers uncomfortably. Unable to even pretend that he’s not fascinated by the way you grunt and scream like a wild animal with a mouthguard in as you throttle your opponent down.

Jaemin hates the way he has to tug at his collar, clearing his throat while blinking away to calm his excitement. This was all Haechan’s fault, always going on about how hot wrestling porn is, especially when the girl in the video starts off strong only to lose and get annihilated by a huge cock.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” His friend said while peering through small open spaces from behind a set of bleachers. “Look at that one.”

Haechan nudges his chin in your direction, grappling down your opponent with a shout and slamming your fists on your chests like a beast. “Bet she would be so fun to fucking ruin.”

Jaemin hates that his friend was right. Even now as he watches you jump up from the ground showing off your flexibility with a cocky grin; he can’t help but think about it. How exhilarating and hot it would be to experience you trying to take him down. Fight him with that same smile stretching your mouth in a crass way, disgusting how full of yourself you are. The way you walk around thinking you’re hot shit and no one can touch you.

Too deep in his head, Jaemin manages to miss you walking right up to him. Shaking out of his thoughts as you let out a boisterous obnoxious laugh and point at his lap.

“Are you seriously fucking hard from watching me practice!?” You shout out much too loud, humiliating him as your teammates all glance over and begin to laugh.

“Ugh. Fucking nerds are all the same.” Your friend taunts passing by on her way to the locker room. “Just like that other one that thinks we can’t hear him busting a nut behind the bleachers.”

Punching at his shoulder, you laugh more, clutching your stomach and wiping at tears before they can run down your cheeks. “That’s so cute bunny, you wanna wrestle me or something?”

Jaemin’s mouth opens. Opens and slams shut repeatedly, lost for words as he drags a heated gaze over your sweat soaked uniform. Spending too much time admiring the fold between your thighs wedged up nicely between your…

“Dude, what the fuck? Quit staring at my vag like that.” You punch him again, whistling for your coach to come over and meet your ‘tutor’.

Jaemin jumps up, standing by your side with false confidence. “Maybe I do!”

“What was that now, bunny?”

“Stop calling me that!” He huffs, balling up his fist. “I could wrestle you, and I’ll beat you.”

“Excuse me?!” You snort, fixing him with amused wide eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am.” He says, nodding and pursing his lips to appear tough. “If you pass your mid-term, then you owe me a match.”

Nerves rise fast as your coach approaches, spluttering, too stunned to think over what he’s said. “You have a thing for girls beating your ass?”

Jaemin’s nose twitches, eyes thinning as he shoves against your side. “We have a deal or what?”

“Fine!” You panic, rushed to answer while waving at your coach. “I got a tutor!”

Between fake smiles and quickly falsifying study sessions, you end up actually taking on tutoring lessons.

“Why do you have a wrestling mat in your basement?” Jaemin asks one day, following you through your house to the second room you have taken over for practice purposes.

“The better to wrestle you with.” You wink, nudging his side. “I’m studying hard just to whoop your cute blonde bunny ass.”

“What happens if I lose?” Jaemin questions, cracking his toes against the wrestling mat laid out in your basement.

“What do you mean ‘what if?’, you still think you have even the slightest chance to beat me?” You sneer. Too cocky for your own good as you squat with your legs stretched to loosen your hips. Predicting you will need the extra help if things go as you’ve planned.

Jaemin’s gaze shifts, bouncing around the room he’s helped you study in over the past couple of weeks. Toying with the zipper cool against his throat as he realizes how ridiculous this situation is.

“Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He reiterates, briskly eyeing the loose sweats hiding what he assumes is your spandex wrestling uniform.

“It’s okay to lose, bunny.“ you wink, standing up to discard the zip-up hoodie covering up a skin-tight fitted one piece. Snug in all the right places to have his throat visibly bob the second he spots your smooth skin, lathered in lotion you noticed he seemed to enjoy the scent of the last time you wore it during a study session.

“I’ll go easy on you.” With a coy smile you shove down your bottoms just enough to give him peeks of your naked hips. The majority of the lycra fabric has bunched up, riding up your ass in a lewd way that makes Jaemin clear his throat, averting his focus to the ground.

“I truly have no idea how you passed your mid-term.” Jaemin rolls his eyes, stretching back his shoulders as he reaches to unzip his sweater.

The prideful grin bunching your cheeks slowly falls apart, drooping comically the more he unveils planes of flesh; sculpted and carved to perfection from long hours spent lifting weights.

Jaemin lets his jacket slip down his arms, standing proud with a blank face as your jaw hangs. It takes more restraint than he imagined to control the twitch pinching at his mouth, avoiding the intense stare tracing from his lengthy throat, pronounced Adam’s apple, broad shoulders and thick chest trapped between bulging biceps.

“What the fuck.” You announce, breathlessly. “What the fuck dude?!”

Jaemin shrugs, breaking into a smile that scrunches his nose, pushing his glasses up higher between his brows. “You’ll go easy on me, right?”

Jaemin’s buff. A fucking buff nerd that’s never once mentioned that he took up absorbing protein shakes like water and bulking up at the gym after long days filled with studying and schoolwork.

“Hey.” He pushes your chin before your tongue can loll out like a thirsty dog. “Try not to look so shocked, it’s kind of rude.”

“Why—” you gulp, finally snapping out of it enough to toe off your sweats and kick them aside. “Why the fuck are you this yolked?!”

Jaemin shrugs, unzipping his bottoms to further make you shrivel, lowering his jeans to show off the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. They dig into his upper thigh, cutting at the flexed muscle framing the thick shape between.

“Oh come on!”

He chuckles, bending over to strip the rest of his clothing off. Balling up his outfit to throw aside, he stands straight in all his glory, cut and ripped leading up to a soft round face and doe eyes, front teeth digging into his lower lip.

“You’re fucking with me.” You utter, cleaning off imaginary drool from your chin.

“Not yet..” Jaemin cocks a brow, cracking his neck side to side. “I got tired of not fighting back, so I started working out.”

He shrugs, done explaining more when he recalls that you are one of the many who tormented him over the years. Making fun of him without care, invisible to you unless it was to pick on him.

“That makes sense.” You murmur to yourself, kicking out your legs before settling in a lowered stance, preparing to take down your larger opponent. “Guess I won’t be taking it very easy on you after all.”

“Won’t you spare me?” He smirks, bending at his knees with his arms lifting to grab you and tackle you down.

Jaemin gulps to contain his nerves, thankful for the shadow falling on his glasses beneath the dim lighting fanned throughout the room. His throats already began to dry, flitting over your breasts obscenely squeezed out, shoved together creating perfect perky fat mounds ready to be choked between his fingers.

Time to size up your competitor goes to complete shit. Jaemin’s thick beyond comprehension. Corded muscles strain up his thighs to narrow hips and a tight little waist dipping in such an absurd way. His frame widens ridiculously, more ridiculous than the situation you’ve put yourself in as a mere joke.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Licking at your lips, you begin to circle him, following suit as he mimics your motions.

Inhaling a deep breath, you meet his gaze, lowering your chin for intimidation. “Hey, Jaemin.”

“Huh?”

You almost feel sorry attacking his weak spot by throwing him off. It’s playing dirty, but you know there’s no better way to get him plastered on his back. Tackled down onto the mat with your face buried in his chest, Jaemin lets out a gust of air. Caught off guard as you ram him down in one fell swoop.

He grunts, the back of his head bouncing off the mat; realizing he should have suffered itchy burning eyeballs and opted for contact lenses today.

“Amateur,” you groan, tethering his forearms together. Each muscle lining your back screams, flexing as you attempt to take control by slotting your hips against his. “Shouldn’t be s-so cocky—“

Jaemin growls, huffing out another breath to blow his bangs off of his forehead. Jerking his hips up to jostle your weight to the side brings on instant regret, muffling a curse by locking his lips. His cock fattens, searing heat pulses from the tip of his length to his navel.

“F-fuck,” you grit, pressing harder onto his crossed arms until his chest caves. “Playing dirty won’t help you win.”

Jaemin’s breath lodges, clenching the backs of his teeth as he bends his knees. His heels dig into the mat, hoisting up with more force until you topple over and lose your balance, fast as he escapes your grip and grabs onto your shoulders and plants your back flat.

“Playing dirty?” He asks, licking at his front teeth.

Jaemin circles your thighs, pushing them open to space an area for himself between your legs. He hovers near your lips, glasses slipping lower, just above the tip of his nose. “Like you distracting me with your entire ass out? What the fuck are you even wearing, huh?”

“Get off of me!” You say with clamped teeth, only bringing amusement to his face as his biceps bracket your head. “This is a normal uniform!”

“Yeah,” he laughs, using the end of your nose to set his glasses back into place. His hips roll, a focused control freezing your lower half down as his knees burn against the mat, turning sticky with moisture secreting. “A normal uniform for some slut doing wrestling porn. That’s what this is for you, isn’t it?”

He finishes the question with a pointed grind, cock nestled against your clothed core further burying the material of your suit between your folds. “Between the two of us, you know who lacks brains here.”

Jaemin’s gaze darkens, lowering closer until his bottom lip runs between the seam of your mouth. Fitting together deliciously, wet from sweat gathering on both of your upper lips and saliva clinging to the tips of your tongues.

He can feel it, hot and humid against his groin. Your pussy spreading over his shorts, clit incessantly rubbing on your suit with each little shift.

“Ugh, f-fucking nerd.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle by jostling your lower half as much as you can. Barely fazing him as he licks down your chin, forming a trail of drool down to the middle of your neck hollowing in for him to lap at. The sweat pooled there tastes savory at first, hit by a bitter aftertaste from the alcohol in your scented lotion. Fitting for you, sour and sweet as you’ve acted with him.

“Call me a nerd again.” He pushes up, causing your eyebrows to twist as his chest pumps out. Pecs hard as a rock, nipples pointed like icicles despite the heat gathering between your bodies. “See what happens.”

“Oooh, s-so scared,” you choke, Jaemin grabbing onto your throat when you try to sit up and shove him off. “I’ll break your glasses, see how tough you f-feel.”

Your taunting only eggs him on, ferociously pushing his side against your inner thigh until your centers fully exposed for him to press three digits against your exposed folds. Gliding up to pinch your suit around your clit until your feet slip and you kick at the mat.

“Get this wet for a fucking nerd huh?” He jeers, rolling your bundle of nerves under the damp fabric. “Maybe that’s why you bullied me, wanted me to fuck that bratty better-than-you attitude out of you.”

All you can do is struggle, attempting to dislodge your throat from his menacing hold, only seeping his fingers further into the veins rapidly pulsating up the sides of your neck.

“If only it had been the other way around,” he goes on mocking, blurring over your clit faster and faster until you’re coughing between trapped moans. “Imagine if I bullied you, getting your revenge on me years later by cornering me and fucking me until I’m incapable or forming a sentence.”

His speech lands on muted ears, passing through a thick fog of arousal that clogs up your senses, too focused on how thick his forearm looks. The veins rippling upward toward his meaty bicep shout at you, pumping full of anger with each flick of his wrist.

“You’re right, I got hard watching you practice.” He confesses, turning his hips for you to feel his chubbed up girth against your inner thigh. “Wanna know why?”

Gurgling escapes you, licking at the roof of your mouth to suppress another embarrassing sound from passing. He laughs, sharp teeth gleaming as they catch the light. “Because..”

Gathering the seat of your bottoms, he tugs at the material with a balled up fist. Ripping roughly at it to make you writhe and squeal in pain, burning against your clit with each pull. “This is why, to see you like this. So fucking full of yourself, but you can’t even pass a stupid test without a nerds help.”

Mesmerized by your folds swelling up around your suit, Jaemin’s waist bends in, momentarily forgetting about his grip on your neck; just enough to give you leeway to push up on your elbows and regain control.

It’s easy to pin Jaemin down again, startling him with power he wished to assume you lack. He curses when you fling him down roughly and mount his chest. Gathering fistfuls of his sweaty blonde locks, you rip at his scalp until he’s whining, elongated neck arched back releasing an obscene moan between his pretty pink lips. Ragged breath spills from your chest, working hard to maneuver forward until your inner thighs clap against his cheeks. Slotting your suit aside too fast for Jaemin to even let out a gasp of surprise.

Smashing your core down against his mouth sends a hiss flying out of you, grinding down hard despite the ridges of his teeth scraping along your clit. He muffles, flailing beneath you, glasses fogged up with slick and heat radiating from your lower half. A relieved laugh sounds, nodding as you work to crush your thighs around him to a suffocating point.

“Bunny talks tough—“ you grit, gyrating against his tongue until he groans. Losing your train of thought once again when his tongue curves, applying pressure against your entrance until you give. Loosening up and relaxing enough to push through. “Fuck.”

Jaemin can’t complain, even as he struggles to breathe through his nose, stuffed full of your clit rubbing incessantly against him. He’s crazed, determined to stretch his jaw until it breaks under your unforgiving thrusts.

Behind your back his knees bend, angling his hips up to fuck at nothing but air. Desperate as he slaps a merciless grip on your ass, repeating it until you get the message to ride his tongue.

Securing one hand on his head, you pull harder, using the hold to control your motions. His tongue wiggling between your walls while passing vibrating grunts, raspy broken whimpers. The unexpected slap you deliver between his thighs has him coughing, choking and screaming finding it impossible to swallow a long enough breath.

“Little b-bunny can’t even handle f-fighting a girl can he?” You scramble to taunt him, whimpering as he manages to dislodge his tongue and suck on your clit. Spreading your ass apart to have your hole pulse open against his chin as he uses every inch of his face to rub and flick. Messy, fucking disgusting with a pleased gleam hiding under splattered lenses.

Jaemin’s teeth nip, lapping side to side on your clit before he wraps his lips again. A mean suck and nimble digits digging in too close to your rim have you toppling forward. A shouted moan expelling as you whine and bounce down to fully release your orgasm on his chin and neck.

White haze takes over the room, brain spinning too much to process being manhandled onto your back. Only between a coughed whimper do you come down, blinking up to find Jaemin above you, grasping your ankles above your head with a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

“You think I give up that easily? That was child’s play.” He taunts, pushing hard abdominal muscles against your exposed puffy cunt. Rough and grating as he passes from the thick line of dark hair trailing down inside of his shorts. A silent gasp emits as he grinds against your ass, hoisted off the mat the more he tests your flexibility, continuing to push and push until you’re folded in half.

Lazily you blink, reaching between your upper halves to scrape at his chest. Tweaking and pinching at one of his hardened nipples. With clenched teeth he takes advantage of your drunk-like post orgasmic state, releasing an ankle and replacing his hold with a hard bite. Sharp canine teeth sink near your tendon, shaking his head to make you shout and whimper louder. Free hand making use of your moment of weakness to release his erect length.

“Know what mean girls like you need?” He says between licking at teeth marks left behind on your ankle. Stroking to the tip of his length as he directs himself between your dripping wet folds. Sliding up and down for you to go crosseyed, stupid dumb just from feeling how fucking thick and wide he is.

“B-bunny..”

He doesn’t give you a chance to say more, penetrating with one fluid practiced motion. Years of masturbating and studying porn only served to build up his knowledge. Practicing what he learned with any girl who would give him the opportunity at science camp over the last few summers.

“Thick fucking cock to shut you up.” Finishing his sentence with a choked growl, he grinds, adding emphasis by giving you each inch.

The moan that rips from your chest says it all.

Full, so full. Thick, so fucking thick.

He’s bigger than any popular jerk you’ve fucked at frat parties. Obscenely stretching you out, split open and so unbelievably full.

“Aww,” he tries to mock, unable to stop himself from pressing in balls deep. Pressed deep enough for coarse dark hairs to scratch against your clit in the position. Folded in half and dwarfed beneath his massive size, both of his hands snake around your ankles, using his rocking hips to aid the push he gives. Your calves surround you, burning up the backs of your thighs from tight tendons working overtime.

“Weak. Nothing but a hole to take my cock.” Regaining some semblance at the visual of tears beginning to pour freely down your cheeks, Jaemin arches back, burying his knees into the mat to hit your hard with a pointed thrust.

Pinning you down with every muscle straining in his arms, he fills you to the brim. Cock too thick, nestling past any squeeze you give, any push the muscles inside of you use to suffocate his length.

“Don’t s-stop,” you choke, eyeing where he continues to dive in and out. His cock glistens coated in thick amounts of wetness, globs of it stuck on the patch of hair at the base. Wet, filthy and so fucking wet everywhere.

“So fucking greedy, full of cock and still you want more?” He spits, licking at saliva dribbling down his chin. “Want me to fill you up? Breed you like nothing but a stupid little cum dump.”

“Uh huh..” no amount of humiliation burning up your chest can deny how good it feels. Unwilling to even struggle or bother to get away from his hips pummeling forward. Hiccups and coughed sobs assist the rapid nod you give him, too overwhelmed to even picture how much Jaemin can give you.

He wishes he could laugh, but you feel too good, too perfect. The tip of his length catches on your convulsing hole with each draw back. It’s too much for you to even look at, witnessing the tip lifting at the skin covering your mound. Feeling deeper than what you can even actually see, as if his cock can reach the back of your throat with every thrust he gives you.

“Pl-please bunny..” you babble, worrying your bottom lip, fingers twitching for something. Finding his shoulders to weakly scratch at, dragging down to the cut his bicep muscle creates. “I-inside, please..”

Jaemin groans, circling his hips in a more meticulous manner. Cock dragging against your walls in a way that sends your toes curling. Legs trembling, nearly ripping free of his hold when he hits you just right, cockhead kissing your cervix with ease, hitting the perfect angle each time.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Maintaining his hold to keep you bent in half somehow, Jaemin fucks faster, ruthless and harsh, encouraged by your babbling and whines. Thrust after thrust harder than the previous, ripping his chest and abdominal muscles to appear carved out of stone with all the more vigor he utilizes to fuck you like you need and beg for.

“Ahhh…fuck!” Jaemin’s voice comes out strangled, using every bit of his strength to keep fucking you even as you lock up around him. Gripping a powerful orgasm around his cock, the pressure, push and pull almost forcing his cock to slip out. Gushed around, so wet and sloppy, spilling release down to his balls.

Despite your shrieks, he only manages to go even faster. Blurry above you as he pounds through your orgasm, gritting and panting similar to one of your opponents by the end of a long match. Rumbling from deep within his chest as he meets your eyes, glasses dropping off, tightening up when you find his blown out pupils.

Jaemin cums, cock thrumming violently with each hot drop of release bursting free, filling you up and up until he has to curse. Removing his hold as his broad shoulders tremble, absorbing the heat between your bodies through tremors rolling up his tense back muscles.

That’s enough, you think, rolling away in search of a towel to wipe yourself with. Whining when your hip lets out a nasty crack, you knew that pre-stretch would be needed, but not this much.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A lowered voice asks, shivering up your spine as you whimper, burning where your wet thighs rub against the mat feebly attempting to crawl away.

“N-no no m-more..”

Jaemin laughs, worse than an evil villain from any movie or show. Slow to walk on his knees over your pathetic excuse of getting away. He hauls your arms back, clicking his tongue with a breathless chuckle. “This will teach you to fuck with nerds.”

Burying back inside of you aches more than you can comprehend, imagining your brain exploding and spilling out of your ears as he rolls down. Cock sunk in to the hilt, gushing out the release he just filled you with. His size too much for you to hold both in, slick, wet, and so fucking loud with each draw back and slap of his hips.

“Jaemin!” It’s your first time wailing out his name, not missing a beat as he picks up the pace. His chest falls against your back knocking air out of your lungs, more determined to ruin you on his cock again. Make you regret the day you first saw him and made the worst decision to fuck with him.

“Where’s your cute bunny now?” He asks against your ear, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Biting at your jaw, he reaches around, budging his bicep against your chin. Hips snap brutally into you, pulling you into a death inducing chokehold roughly. He pulls harder, making your chest shove out and waist dip in until you’re bent far back, slapping one hand against the mat.

“You give up?!” He grunts against your cheek, jostling your throat with a shake of his arm. Tongue hanging out panting, you reach for his wrist, scurrying to hold onto anything you can.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A quiet cry and suppressed choke follows your palm smacking the mat with repeated motion. In disbelief by the sound of grunts, flesh clapping against flesh, popping wet and nasty with each smooth glide of Jaemin’s cock filling you up without losing any speed.

“Fuck,” his eyes squeeze, stomach muscles contracting with each unforgiving thrust further dragging you up the mat. Chasing after his next release, Jaemin runs for the victory by throwing his other arm around your neck, further pulling you into a headlock. Groaning by how much wetter you get, purging out more and more arousal with every ripple of his bicep against your jaw.

“That’s right.” He starts, blinking away sweat that won’t stop raining down, getting trapped in his long eyelashes. “Never forget how you let a nerd beat you.”

Another weak tap and pinch on his wrist has you cumming, arching high enough to nearly make him lose his rhythmic pace. Using powerful thigh muscles to push up and hit you with thrusts hard enough to have your heart beating out past your chest.

Slam after merciless slam turns messy, hips swerving pushing past your cunt gripping and milking for him to cum again. Give you the warm load to keep inside this time, greedily squeezing around him for another.

The squeaky cracked moan Jaemin lets out has your eyes rolling to the side, pleased that even after all of his tough talk, you can still weaken him somehow.

Tapping on his forearm finally gives you a chance to take deep breaths, only to be plastered by his limp dead weight collapsing onto you.

“So,” Jaemin breathes, wet chest heavily panting against your back. He bites at your nape, hoisting your chin up with his forearm perched under your jaw. “What’s my prize?”

“Ugh..” nothing more than a lazy response pours out of you. Continuing to reel and shiver under the weight melting you down into the ruined mat covered in every type of bodily fluid. “Whatever.”

If not for the chokehold around your throat, you’d knock out in less than a second. Thoroughly fucked and ran through by the same nerd that you once picked on and made cry for a laugh. The irony doing more to make your gut curl in with renewed arousal as you lock up around him.

“What was that? Whatever, huh?” He has the audacity to let out a fake chuckle, rumbling at the top of your spine. Free arm reaching down to push between your connected lower halves as he lifts to create space. “In that case..”

Jaemin’s index finger slips past bruises forming on your backside. Teasing as he pushes between your ass and traces your puckered rim. He pops free from your ruined hole, kissing at the backs of his teeth as a pool of cum bubbles out; settling in the shape of a perfect triangle at the top of your squished together thighs.

Prodding at your hole, Jaemin bites away a smile when you squirm and whimper, turning to give him a look full of excitement and fear. He meets your gaze with maniacal thrill, pushing his pouty lips together to create a faucet for a thick wad of spit to pour, landing directly on your ass to be smeared around.

“I’ll go easy on you.”

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do you have any good damijon fic recs?

BEST ASK EVER. GIVE ME A MOMENT TO AQUIRE.

1. Navigating life by nxghtwxng

College AU that will break your heart and mend it over and over again. My favorite damijon fic EVER. I’m insane over it. If you do one thing tonight, start this series.

2. got your finger on the trigger (but your trigger finger’s mine) by eyes_to_the_sky

EVIL JON AU MY BELOVED. A small one shot that had me in a chokehold for WEEKS.

3. Bloodstains on Fresh Oranges by artobsessed_writes

VAMPIRE DAMIAN AU SHHDJEHFJE. This fic had me gnawing at my walls. This fic is SO good about their dynamic and I WHDHDJJDJE. It is the first part of a series!! Can never recommend it enough.

4. Mirror Mirror by First_Mate

In another universe, Damian is murdered. Jon can’t handle it, so decides to travel to another universe to be with their Damian. Only, that universe’s Jon might just take issue with that. I can’t do it justice by summarizing it. IT’S SO GOOD.

5. It Wouldn’t Be Make Believe (If You Believed In Me) by poisonivory

College AU!!! The boys have to go undercover together to party. What could possibly go wrong (or right)?

6. I can’t make you love me by badwriterrr

Unrequited love all around but it all ends up ok. If you don’t like unrequited love angst, I probably wouldn’t read this one but I LOVE it.

7. Those Who Wait by InsaneTrollLogic

I have never been a reverse robins girlie. It has never been my thing. This however is the exception. This fic makes me want to sob. I’m so normal about it.

8. Propinquity theory by butterflyapocalypse

Another college AU. Can you tell I like them yet?

9. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by poisonivory

They’re totally platonic friends with benefits! Absolutely nothing more! No one caught feelings! (You’ll never guess what happened)

10. Trust Fall by Ididloveyou_once

This one is a timkon fic with background damijon but it’s so good and changed my brain chemistry so im tacking it on anyway. You can’t stop me.

If you ever need any more fics, you know where to find me. OR if you wanna rec ME fics, I am to fics like a crow is to shiny objects.

(Edit: they are still superheroes in all of the college AUs if I remember correctly)

#sophia rants #damijon #jondami #dc #Damian Wayne #jon kent #Jonathan Kent #damijon fic recs #damian wayne x jon kent #ask #robin #superboy #superrobin

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 3 months

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Chokehold

(Sanzu/Takuya in bad Toman Takemichi timeline)

(drabble)

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

This song goes perfect with it:

Warnings: The Dove Isn't Dead But Is Not Looking Great. Dubious Consent. Substance Abuse. Angst. No smut at all, just angst.

(Mikey's existence haunting the narrative, also called background unrequited HaruMai. The cursed name joke is totally pun intended, if you know you know)

Notes: Well... This is a total surprise. I saw a fanart of Sanzu wearing red high-heels next to glow-up Takuya and my brain got possesed. So like always with rareships, I was suddenly starving and had to create something about them.

Also, I know @lucifugousart will provide us with some art of them sooner or later, the images are now hunting your brain. 😌

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

Takuya wakes up feeling like shit. The sun is burning his eyes, too bright for his hangover brain, to not feel his head hurting with it. His mouth feels dry and his throat scratches when he tries to swallow. To be honest, there isn't a part of his body that isn't aching right now, but his neck and his mind are the worst of it.

He doesn't remember too much, but the flashbacks try to flood his mind. A maniacal laughter, stabbing pain on his thighs.

He looks at the man sleeping next to him, pink strands scattered on the pillow. Is not the first time this happens, but Haruchiyo is still a mystery for the blonde. No, Sanzu. Takuya has to correct himself, something that is starting to become an habit lately. Is difficult to not get attached, to remember how dangerous this man is. Even for Toman's standards.

Blood. Red high-heels pressing his neck. A poisoning tongue licking every mark, hands playing with his choker. Ripping it off with hungry eyes.

Sanzu's job inside the organization is unclear for anyone who isn't a high ranked member. The only thing everyone knows, whispers with fear, is that he's the one that deals with traitors. His loyalty is unquestionable, he never disobeys a direct order even if he tends to have his particular way of follow them (always more violent, more loud). At the same time, he doesn't seem to be on the claws of Kisaki, not totally at least (Takuya envies him so much for that, he has seen on his friends the price of being mere puppets).

They were both completely intoxicated and he can't find the will to hate the other. No matter if the memories makes him want to throw up, if the violence really scared him this time. He doesn't blame him, no more than he blames himself.

One of the fews that actually still talks with Mikey, that always knows where their boss is, like an obsessive shadow. Maybe that's the point, Sanzu's true loyalty is to the one who was once called Invincible (he suspects that's also where the pinkette's heart is, even if he'll never dare to ask).

He wonders if he would've allowed Sanzu to do all that to his body if he had been sober. If Sanzu would've done it if he had also been sober. He shivers, not wanting to know the answer to that.

Sometimes, Takuya feels there is two different people inside that damaged man. The unhinged criminal, the psychopath, the mask he shows to the world (like an irony of the one he used to wear back then).

Possessive, controlling, the one that fucks him raw without mercy. Always demanding more, craving every piece of him.

And Haruchiyo,the one that breaks in his arms when he's too high to contain all that pain. His vulnerability feels even more raw, too honest, too broken. Takuya wonders who is Haruchiyo looking when he tears up, caressing his blond locks with an affection that feels too deep for being directed at the younger boy.

Another flashback hits him, sweet voice on his ear, a complete opposite to the actions on the rest of his body. A name repeated on a loop, making him finally try to resist, to complain. Not that the other cares, who knows if he even realizes, too deep in his delusion. In that cursed name. “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...”

“...Morning, pretty neck.”

Finally, a voice mumbles next to him, aquamarine eyes staring at his neck when he turns around. Haruchiyo touches the marks, guilt crossing his face when he does it.

“Last night... Shit. I'm sorry.”

Is just a whisper, so weak that he almost misses it. But it's full of shame and remorse, feelings that Takuya know too damn well (that are engraved in his body deeper than any mark or bruise the other could do to him).

“It's fine, we were both high. Don't worry about it.”

He tries to shrugged it off and kisses him softly, showing the same sweetness he learned to hide inside of Toman. Earning a faint smile in return, a couple of arms suddenly clinging on to him. Haruchiyo buries his face on the mistreated neck, exhaling loudly with relief. Deeply inhaling his scent right after, almost like it was oxygen.

Is difficult to not get attached and Takuya finds less reasons to resist every day. And it's fine, right? Everything is just fine.

If it wasn't for his body remembering, everything could be fine.

#me writing🌻#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fic #drabble #angst #hurt/no comfort #bad toman takemichi timeline #sanzu haruchiyo #takuya yamamoto #harutaku #sanzu angst #takuya's pov #double uno reverse dubcon #hell if i know how this happened #Spotify

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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ik no one requested this but YO is anyone going to talk about how luca and his s/o would genuinely be the hottest couple ever.

a huge amount of how the kaneshiro mafia carries its reputation is by presentation. they have enough money that their aesthetic is all about classy, glamorous casinos and all that goes into keeping up that glamorous vibe. even their boss is young and spry, dude, you look at his coat and tell me that's not excessive. and. well. his tits

oh and in case you forget that they're not all talk the family has dozens of lovely members dressed sharp and with custom lion masks, and if you make the wrong move the boss is ready to shoot and thrill, and will get his hands bloody if he sees fit

and let's be real luca would so pamper his partner. evening wear? you got it. fine jewelry? all yours. he adores showing you off- look at my sweet Reader, the most precious thing in the world, baby you're so gorgeous- and you get to sit in the room where the big boys make the deals that fuel the criminal underbelly of the city all dolled up and seated by luca's right hand. you and luca would compliment each other sooooo well like imagine luca's fur coat over your shoulders while drinking with some contacts and you get to add onto the deals he makes, playing the part of the shiny and stupid sweetheart. "luca, love, 500k isn't enough. i want 650 or higher." the corny old farts think young love is so cute and give you their blessing while shaking on the deal, while the overthinkers make note that you're just some side piece that doesn't know a negotiation when they see one (possibly the coldest take in existence but hey, that just means you get the advantage of surprise, you're not about to correct them)

now let's say something goes awry while a deal's being made and you're out of the room to attend to a different matter, and while luca and a few family members are holding off a threat this poor goon all by themselves from a rival gang gets you in a chokehold. "don't move or you'll get it", lame threat, yadda yadda yadda but you're no floozy. you just step low and yank their arm down. their body tumbles over yours and crushes on the floor when you throw them. before they even stand up you've already pulled out your gun and press it to their temple. oh and by the way you're still in fine formalwear and just as beautiful as ever. that's on them for underestimating you as just another pretty face when they know luca has taste. you're beauty just as much as you are brawn and brains, you're the secret weapon of the kaneshiro family

lmao imagine being the lucub that turned the hallway for reinforcements only to see that you already took care of the threat and just thinking "oh my god i can't be simping over the boss's partner like this"

i just really have this image in my head of luca in the chair from the mafia cover or some other grand old seat for business, handsome as all hell in an unbuttoned shirt and his head resting on a hand as he looks down at the poor sod that seeks audience with the boss himself. and then on the other armrest is a person that almost looks too radiant to be in the dismal criminal world just daintily draped by luca's side. oh and if said poor sod tries anything funny? luca doesn't even need to move, just utters a command and his lovely partner that looks so harmless already has that fool pinned, and yet STILL looks like the definition of beauty. oh and while they were distracted by your surprise attack luca has a gun aimed and ready to fire, and his heated glare is only quelled by how icy cold your own eyes are when the target realizes escaping your pin is futile

power couple fr fr

#luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro headcanons #luxiem headcanons #4402 writes

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larriescompass · 1 year

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Promise In The Sky by Throwthemflowers ( @hazzabeeforlou )

i remember i read this fic a while ago, and it had me in absolute tears. it’s so beautifully written and it really made me want to give the author a hug ❤️ it’s really painful and i felt so sorry for both harry and louis, my heart was aching for them the entire time i was reading.

Have Love, Will Travel by @kingsofeverything

can i say that this fic was fucking hilarious. i was laughing my ass off when louis got his bum stuck in that cave. i really loved the build of the tension in this fic, and the forced close proximity between the two of them. i’m always a sucker for that. the activities they did sounded like so much fun too, it was really entertaining to read.

mirrorball by cherryboys

oh the chokehold this fic has on me. i looped mirrorball for weeks after reading this. i always relate the lyrics to this version of louis. i love how inspired this fic was by the song, and how it all came together at the end. i also loved the slow build between louis and harry. i am a sucker for enemies to lovers. i told all of my friends about this fic when i finished it.

The Admiration Project by blixciit

wow wow wow wow. i adored this fic. i loved louis’ internal monologue and how he “hated” harry for so long, only to fall for him. the concept of the fic was really well done and it’s such a unique idea as well. it came together beautifully and i absolutely sobbed when i finished it.

ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare (i dedicate to you the highways that bring you to the sea) by me_her_themoon ( @dreamersdivin-headfirst )

this fic was so good! i loved the scenery of it, and the relationship between louis and harry. i absolutely love angst, and this fic had a lot of it. so of course i enjoyed it!! i loved the plot twists too!! luke made me want to punch a wall. i loved harry, and now i really want a harry for myself. i loved the bakery he worked in. i’ve always wanted to travel or move somewhere like italy, so i really really loved this fic. some of the comments Giuseppe made were so funny, and they made me laugh too.

if the sun don’t shine by @falsegoodnight

i conveniently read this around the time where we were learning about dreams and the brain in my psychology class. so i definitely think this helped me on my psych test lol. i really really loved this fic, and i loved that harry played the violin. i found it so adorable the way the boys met as well, it seemed very intimate. i loved the soulmate concept of it too, it was genius. i also loved luci as well, and how she had a story to her too. it was also beautifully written.

now you're in my life (I can't get you off my mind) by we_are_the_same ( @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed )

as someone who identifies as asexual, this fic really touched me. i needed to read this fic because mentally, it really helped me. i’ve struggled a lot with accepting my identity and i felt so close to harry throughout the entire fic. i was crying pretty much the entire time i was reading. i’m just so happy harry got to have a partner that supports and respects him. i could only wish that for myself one day. after i finished reading, i honestly looked at my identity and the world in a new, and brighter light. i just really want to thank the author for writing this fic, it’s truly touched my heart, and i’ll never forget it.

across city skyline (and straight through my heart) by Halos_Boat

i remember i absolutely loved this fic. there was SO much angst and it was soooo good! i loved the dynamic between louis and harry, and how louis developed a crush on harry. i am also such a sucker for bakery aus! it was really well written and i loved the plot twist!! i have to reread this soon!!

Don’t Go In The Woods by guccikings ( @harryeatsburger )

if you like thrillers or creepy stories, i am on my knees and begging you to read this. this fic is probably in my top five favorite fics i’ve ever read over the years. it’s so fucking creepy!!!! i stayed up all night and read it in one go because i just could not put it down!! i had to know what happened next!! i was so stressed and scared reading this too, but in a good way. the plot is literal gold, and i would sell my kidneys to read this again for the first time. now that i’ve read it, i can safely say that i will never go camping! everybody needs to read this, it’s such an underrated gem!! i told all of my friends and i think even my mom about this fic, that’s how fucking good it is. read it.

What If It’s Us? by lovelarry10 ( @chloehl10 )

okay, so you know when you’re reading something SO adorable that you have a warm ball swell up in your chest? that was my chest the entire time i was reading this fic. i usually don’t read fics with this kind of plot, but the art was amazing and i just couldn’t help myself! and i am so glad that i read it, too! it was SO fucking good, and i think i finished it in one go. it was so cute, and i laughed, cried, and smiled so fucking wide my cheeks hurt. this is such a comfort fic, and i definitely need to read it again soon!

Beautiful War by itsmotivatingcara

this fic was really good and intense! i loved the supernatural elements of the story, and the fact that there was a mad man out to get louis lol! i loved how protective harry became of louis as well, there were so many intense moments that kept me on my toes. i read this one super quickly, and i would definitely read it again soon!!

still take you home by cherryboys

i loved the neighbors au in this fic, it was so adorable. this whole entire fic felt like a warm hug, it was just filled with adorable moments. i read it a long time ago, and i still think about it. i definitely need to read it again.

California Sold by @isthatyoularry

i absolutely adored this fic. i loved the aspect of louis being demisexual, and how special and intimate his relationship with harry was. this fic is the reason olivia is one of my favorite one direction songs. it was beautifully written, and i need to read this one again too!

Literally Making Love by Brooklyn_Babylon ( @twopoppies )

i always adore this author’s writing, but i specifically loved this fic in particular. the concept of the fic was absolutely incredible, and i loved how louis literally built harry. i wish i could do that to my soulmate lol. i loved the innocence harry had, and how louis had to teach him to do everything. the way harry fixed louis’ loneliness made my heart swell with happiness. the writing is beautiful. it’s truly an amazing fic, everyone should go read it.

Own The Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo

i think this is probably in my top two favorite fics i’ve ever read. i’ve never read a fic so fast, and it just felt like i got lost in the story. this story was so fucking incredible to read, the angst was amazing. i loved the plot so much. i’ve read this story twice, and it was just as good the second time, maybe even better. there was this one description of harry, that still sticks with me to this day.

Louis rests his chin on Harry’s chest, taking the opportunity to admire him. His hair is falling across his face; his mouth hangs open slightly, his bottom lip pouting. Peach fuzz dusts his chin, upper lip, and patches of his cheeks. Louis gingerly slides his hand out of Harry’s loose grip. Careful not to wake him, he sweeps the hair off Harry’s face, tucking it behind his ear. He gently strokes the strong line of his jaw and then the slope of his cheeks. Harry scrunches his nose and snuffles; Louis withdraws his hand and holds his breath, fearing that he’s woken him. Harry’s face relaxes a few seconds later and Louis sighs in relief. He continues his exploration, keeping his touch feather-light, gently smoothing out the furrow between Harry’s eyes and tracing the shape of his brows.

He’s beautiful.

there’s no way out (but down) by @ohpleaselarry

this fic was incredible. i would sell my right foot to read this again for the first time, if i’m being honest. the plot and the supernatural elements of the fic were both amazing. i loved how connected harry was to louis, like he’s his own personal superhero. god, everything about this fic was absolutely amazing, please do yourself a favor and read it!! i recommend this to everyone i talk to.

Back To Seventeen by crimsontheory ( @ireallysawanangel )

this fic was soooo adorable! i love teacher fics so much! i read this one really quickly as well. i loved the rekindled romance between the two of them, and how harry absolutely melted around louis. it was absolutely adorable.

I’m probably forgetting a bunch of fics that i’ve read, but i wanted to spread some holiday love to these incredible authors. i hope you all have an incredible holiday, and an even better new year! i’m sending hugs to all of you ❤️

july 2023 update.

Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson

after just finishing this fic for the second time, there’s no way i can’t not add it. this masterpiece gave me constant whiplash. one page i was sobbing, then the next i was smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. it’s so beautifully written and louis’ character is the embodiment of the sun. i loved the soul mark aspect, it’s brilliant and so well executed. everything about this fic was incredible and so well thought out. harry’s character development made me so proud of him. i would stay up late because i couldn’t put this fic down, and my friend would wake up in the morning to me sending screenshots of adorable scenes and messages of me freaking out over this fic. please do yourself a favor and read this incredible work of art.

#happy holidays everyone!#fic recs #fics to read #larry stylinson fic rec

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chaos0pikachu · 1 year

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tldr: bitches want gay shit, not het shit, with data and numbers to back it up; bonus Bible’s booty

so thinking about @discluded‘s essay on Mile and Apo’s upcoming historical drama, and Thailand’s bid for soft power got my brain thinking thoughts. I’ve talked about Thailand noticing the soft power of their BL media before along with why I think Chinese, South Korean, and other East Asian media (from television to novels, etc) are popping off in popularity in the last 5 years or so. Idk where those posts are and I’m to lazy to link them thus is life

The point! The point is tho reading discluded’s post made me think about F4 Thailand. Ironic, I know, since F4 is a het drama based off Boys Over Flowers a shojo manga from Japan that was released in 1992 and ended serialization in 2008.

Firstly, Boys Over Flowers FACINATES me b/c the god damn chokehold this series has on various Asian countries. I told a friend it’s comparable to like, Romeo and Juliet, in that it’s been adapted, remade, re-adapted, re-booted, re-imagined, and so on over and over and over again. Like there’s audio dramas, there’s films, there’s multiple live action TV shows, there’s an anime. Japan’s made two feature films, and two seasons of a TV. Taiwan had two seasons of a TV show, Korea had a tv show, China had two versions of the same show (one was a remake), Indonesia had two tv shows, India had a tv show, and finally Thailand was the latest to adapt it into a TV show in 2021 - 2022. The legacy of this story can’t be denied.

Now, my point? Okay so my point is I witnessed online the marketing for F4 Thailand in real time. It was interesting to me b/c I very rarely - and have not since - seen a ton of talk about a Thai drama that wasn’t BL or a horror or action film.

When it comes to the Thai film industry, the three genres I see discussed are: BL, Action, Horror. You can see this in what Netflix (America) offers in regards to Thai series specifically what ones they dub which shows like: Girl From Nowhere (which Netflix invested in a s2 and is a thriller/horror drama), The Whole Truth (a horror film), and Thai Cave Rescue (which they also have a documentary based on). Netflix is still (STUPIDLY) reluctant to purchase a license for any SK or Thai BL content (I know Semantic Error would blow the FUCK up on Netflix you idiots!!!) probably b/c investors are like, hmmmm but would gays of color sell? I would say they also have Your Name Engraved Herein but that’s an easier sell b/c its a drama and has more of that classic gay Oscars vibe (this isn’t an inherent bad thing don’t come for me).

Okay back to my point I s2g I have one.

So marketing for F4 Thailand was interesting b/c I actually saw it. I don’t see marketing cross over into my international waters for Thai het dramas. What helped this, and I fully believe this was done purposely, is the casting of Bright and Win who gained international popularity from 2Gether. Like, it seemed pretty obvious to me that casting Bright and Win was a bid to peak the interest of the international market, combined with casting them specifically in an adaption of one of the most famous and well known Asian romantic dramas of the last 30 years or so. This show was set-up to be A Hit.

But I don’t think it really worked internationally; bare with me, numbers time.

Now, ratings for F4 averaged at .441% on Thai TV, higher than Bad Buddy (which aired on the same network) which averaged at .121% and Kinnporsche which averaged at .314%.

I compared F4 to these two shows specifically b/c they aired in a similar timeframe (all three shows aired over the course of 2021 - 2022 except KP which only aired in 2022) and arguably Bad Buddy and Kinnporsche were the biggest BL shows in Thailand in those respective years.

F4 also did well in the Philippines, and ended up dubbed into Filipino, and it’s scheduled for re-broadcast in 2023. Honestly, it’s difficult to see how well F4 did internationally as there’s not a ton of information available on it. When I google “F4 Thailand reception” there’s not a lot of results, if I google “boys over flowers Thailand reception” I get this:

ngl I think it’s pretty funny that one of the top four most asked questions is if F4 is BL and again, it’s def b/c of Bright and Win’s casting. But given that there’s not a ton of information available, I glean that F4 didn’t do great in the western (American/Latin American/European) market. Not to say it didn’t do well.

On Google ratings: F4 Thailand lands at a 4.9 rating with 2619 reviews/ratings and Bad Buddy stands at a 5.0 with 1085 reviews/ratings

On MyDramaList F4 has a rating of 8.5/10 from 11,982 users, and Bad Buddy has a 8.5/10 from 26,445 users

On IMDb: F4 has a rating of 7.8/10 from 2.3k users, and Bad Buddy has 8.8/10 rating from 5k users

This isn’t a comparison about quality, but activity. I’m not here to make judgements on either shows quality, but rather international impact and relevancy. Outside of Google, Bad Buddy has more active users who left a rating or review on the website than F4, almost double in fact.

If you go to GMMTV’s official Youtube page and look at the most popular videos on the channel it’s majority....2Gether. Like my god so much 2Gether the CHOKEHOLD this show had on y’all:

More date and a comparison of F4 and Bad Buddy’s international numbers below, we’re getting into the meat now.

Now the actual F4 official trailer has 3.7 million views on GMMTV’s channel. Bad Buddy official trailer, also on GMMTV’s official channel, has 2.7 million views. Both are set at 1 year ago so they’re within the same or similar time frames for comparison.

To throw in there, the Kinnporsche official trailer was released 10 months ago and has clocked 7.1 million views total on Be On Cloud’s official channel. To keep up with the comparison, F4′s OST Who Am I clocked 21 million views at 1 year, while KP/Jeff Satur’s OST Why Don’t You Stay has clocked 36 million views at 8 months.

(completely unrelated sidenote but Vegas/Bible’s ass has 3.4 million views and I just find that fucking hilarious, the man’s booty got more youtube views than other studios episodes. The power of Bible booty)

You can watch episode 1 of F4 on GMMTV’s official youtube channel, but only episode 1 the rest are just previews for other episodes. Idk why, other series whether het or BL they have all the episodes available. There’s apparently 80 videos that are hidden, I’m wondering if you have to pay Youtube premium to access those. Since I only have episode 1 to compare, for comparisons sake, we can look at those numbers of F4′s ep01 and Bad Buddy’s, both of which are clocked at 1 year each, are as follows:

Bad Buddy ep01 [1/4]: 9.6 million

Bad Buddy ep01 [2/4]: 5.4 million

Bad Buddy ep01 [3/4]: 4.9 million

Bad Buddy ep01 [4/4]: 5 million

F4 Thailand Begins ep01 [1/4]: 1.7 million

F4 Thailand Begins ep01 [2/4]: 848k

F4 Thailand Begins ep01 [3/4]: 3.3 million

F4 Thailand Begins ep01 [4/4]: 747k

If you crunch these numbers, Bad Buddy’s total view count for episode 1 is around 25 million views. F4′s total view count is around 7 million views (if I’m doing my math correctly a bitch doesn’t work in maths).

Now, I don’t know what the premiere numbers for either of these series was. BUT, this shows that one series, Bad Buddy, has legs and the other, F4, didn’t.

Either way that’s a pretty sizable gap and a lot of international fans use Youtube as a means to legally watch and support these shows as shown in the availability of subtitles.

F4 has subtitle options in: English, Korean, Chinese (Taiwan), Portuguese, Turkish and Spanish

Bad Buddy has subtitle options in: English, Turkish, French, Indonesian, Spanish, Chinese (Hong Kong), Korean, Chinese (Taiwan), Vietnamese, Arabic, Portuguese, Polish, Italian, Burmese, Chinese (Simplified) and Bulgarian.

Bro, BULGARIAN.

As far as I can tell, IQIYI doesn’t release streaming data that I could find, so idk what the numbers are for Kinnporsche. I do know that Kinnporsche, since airing, has never let the sites Top 10 list which is an impressive feat after ending months ago.

So like, what does all this information mean~ exactly? Am I saying F4 Thailand was a flop? No, not even a little bit lol I don’t have enough data to really say definitively F4 was a flop nor is that really the point here.

The point here is about international impact, and the fact that in my humble ass opinion, Thailand’s het shows ain’t hitting internationally all THAT much. Not as much as their BL shows are and have been.

Objectively, going by Thai ratings, F4 did a lot better than Bad Buddy, but internationally? Internationally there’s a pretty visible gap from everything I’ve seen.

I think what GMMTV was hoping was by casting Bright and Win they’re pull in that international audience they had cultivated with the 2gether series. But het dramas are high key a dime a dozen in American/European/Latin American audiences. Folks go to Kdramas or Cdramas for het dramas (and I have theories on why those hit, namely Cdramas for the high fantasy aspects that Europe and America doesn’t deliver on and kdramas for being unashamedly high quality produced romances. Also the one-and-done factor).

Given the juggernaut success of Kinnporsche, not just in the west but also in other Asian countries I imagine that’ll influence other studios to try to follow suit even more to gain even a half-slice of that visibility and profitability. Kinnporsche, imo, is an outlier, it’s success is sorta like 2gether and TharnType in that there were a lot of factors outside of the show itself that led to it’s individual success.

Like, flat, argue with the wall, 2gether is NOT a good series. But, it was released right when lockdown began (literally, ep01 aired Feb 21, 2020), in a way 2gether was like Animal Crossing, GMMTV didn’t expect it to do THAT well especially internationally but it did partially b/c what the fuck else we people gonna do in lockdown? Watch a simple but cute gay romcom which there was a gap for - Love, Victor wouldn’t air it’s first episode until June 17th, 2020, and that was marketed less as a queer romcom and more as a queer coming of age story. There’s also the factor of The Untamed having ended - final episode August 20th, 2019 - and folks catching on to the growing and active existence of international queer media that wasn’t boxed in and tied down by American conventions.

I think what we’re going to see is the “next era” of BL. We saw the uptick in overall content post 2019/2020 with the success of 2Gether and TharnType, following the success of series like Why R U, Love By Chance, 1000 Stars, Lovely Writer, etc along with other countries getting in more on the game (namely South Korea) and the overall uptick in the amount of BL (and now GL!) shows across the board.

After 2gether we saw more BL shows, I think after Kinnporsche we’re going to see higher quality BL/GL shows. And I think we’re already seeing that. Semantic Error was a nice change of pace for SK b/c it was longer than 15mins, I think going forward given the success of SE we’re going to see SK branch out slowly into developing longer shows (no longer than 30 to 35mins tho to keep costs down) and better workshopping (some kisses in KBLs...my guys). While for Thailand I think we’re gonna see better quality shows. Not Me dropped the ball in some regards but visually the show was great. Cutie Pie’s story was incoherent sure but visually? Hot damn that was a good looking show. We’re also getting more interesting concepts out of Thailand too; like that Prince/bodyguard show coming out, the fact Kinnporsche did eventually get made and MileApo’s upcoming historical film.

this all got away from me but whatever, bitches want gay shit, peace

#mileapo #kinnporsche #tharntype #thai bl #bad buddy #idk what else to tag this as #here ya go here are thoughts y'all #chaos pikachu talks to damn much #chaos pikachu metas

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internet-sadass · 5 months

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More Than You Bargained For But Better Than You Thought You'd Get (Jason Voorhees x female reader)

Blurb: You just wanted to get some photographs of the object of your obsession but said object had other ideas in mind, namely pounding the stupid walking fleshlight that dared to not flee when he pursued.

Alternative title: the reader is a big fan of Jason and decides she wants to get some pictures and some dick from him :)

Warnings: smut, size difference, size kink, outdoor sex, this is a slasher fic so there's mention of violence.

AN: it's kinda iconic that my return to tumblr comes in the form of a jason voorhees smut fic 💀 anyways, big masked mamas boy has me in a chokehold rn and I was itching to write some filth about him.

It was mad. No, actually, it was utterly deranged of you. But you just couldn't help it. Newspaper clippings weren't enough and the grainy footage of him hulking his way between the trees you had seen on the news sure as hell wasn't enough. Even your imagination, as boundless and talented as it was at conjuring up scenes of that towering figure knocking you to the floor and using you like a glorified sex doll, wasn't enough.

You had to see him in the flesh, snap a few pictures of your own. He was like a wild animal, deadly yet cautious, with an equal chance of fleeing or pursuing you.

This whole mad plan is why you were here, walking along the dirt path that weaved between the trees. The infamous lake caught the sunlight in the distance, sparkling like a discarded foil wrapper. Even though your pace was steady, nothing more than a stroll, your heart pounded, and your body leaked a slick sheen of sweat. It was a little embarrassing that just being in a location where he could be was making you so unbelievably aroused. Just the mere chance of seeing his silhouette had turned you into a beast in heat, trudging through the woods to find something to rut against so the aching between your thighs would stop. Despite how unbelievably hot and bothered you were, you were determined to keep walking, keep wandering the woods of Camp Crystal Lake until you found him.

Four hours had passed, and that determination was starting to dry up. You leaned back against a tree stump and drank water while looking through the few images you’d snapped on your camera. They weren’t of anything special, just the infamous ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ sign and a few shots of the woodland you’d been roaming through. The rational part of your brain whispered that this was a good point to turn around, return to the car park, and drive home. But no, you’d come here to fulfil your fantasies, and by God, you’d do that, even if the only part of him you saw was a shadow and the only photo you snapped was a blur of his hockey mask.

You got up and started walking again, this time without the guidance of the path. Weaving between the trees, you progressed deeper and deeper into the belly of the woods, straying further away from the relatively safety of the sunlight-lit dirt track. Any sounds of other hikers faded and were replaced by the constant low sound of the wind rustling leaves, the occasional twittering from an invisible bird somewhere above you, and the snap of twigs under your boots. The stark lack of any signs of human life sent an odd thrill through you: no one would be here to save you or interrupt your mission. You’d be at his mercy if he spotted you, a little voyeur intent on getting pictures of the object of her obsession, and decided to put a stop to his personal paparazzi.

A jolt nearly made you trip over yourself. Managing to regain your balance before you could fall face-first onto the mossy forest floor, you looked down. The laces on your right boot had come undone, and you’d stepped on them, yanking yourself to a stop. With a mumbled curse, you crouched down to retie them. Drawing back up, your gaze settled on the endless blur of trees ahead of you, interrupted only by an off-white oval.

Wait.

Frozen in place, your breath caught in your throat. The unmistakable hockey mask, attached to a figure trying to conceal his bulk in the foliage, was staring right at you. Ever so slowly, as if any sudden movement would make this hulk of a man scurry away like a spooked deer, you pulled the camera slung around your neck up to your eye and squinted into it. Twisting the zoom lens, you watched him momentarily before clicking the button and capturing an image of his half-hidden form. You clicked a few more times. The hockey mask tilted to the side, questioning your actions.

‘Fuck, that’s so cute.’ You thought absently as you clicked away, probably filling up the SIM card with hundreds of duplicates of the same image.

The hockey mask recentred itself. Jason’s question of what the woman standing in the middle of his forest was doing had been answered. He lurched into a heavy-footed but brisk walk, closing the distance between himself and the small figure ahead of him. Much to his surprise, you didn’t move, didn't turn and flee. You stood, camera raised, finger pumping at the button, taking endless pictures documenting his emergence from the undergrowth. The camera only lowered when you peeked over the top of it and realised he was no more than ten feet away from her.

“Shit.” You hissed, letting your camera fall from your hands and hang around your neck. Spinning around, you began to run, stumbling over the uneven ground.

But you knew that you were half-assing this. You weren’t running as fast as you could, you weren't actively trying to escape. You were basically jogging along, listening to the thud of his footsteps draw closer and closer. This was all a ploy, a little game of cat and mouse. Jason liked to hunt, to pursue, and you were going to give him that. Let him have the pleasure of catching you, and then you’d see if you could change his mind about what he would do to you when he got his hands on you. As you lazily dodged trees, you felt the space between your thighs grow slick, both your panties and shorts beginning to bare damp patches.

It took only a few minutes before your hair was grabbed, jerking you to a halt. Before you could even take a peak at the huge form that was casting a shadow over you, the hand clenching your hair used your locks as a means to hurl you to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you with the impact, leaving you dazed for a moment. Regaining awareness, you flipped yourself onto your back so you could look up at the predator that had caught you.

The few pictures you’d seen of Jason did not do him any justice in terms of his height, you thought, mouth agape as you looked up at the tank of a man towering over you. You’d thought plenty about Jason’s size and how much bigger he would be than you, but now that he was looming over you, your innermost desires about his ability to toss you around and utterly destroy you with one hand alone were confirmed.

“Oh…looks like you caught me, huh?” You said, bold as brass, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your voice didn’t even quiver. It was as if you were talking casually to an acquaintance, rather than a murderer who could literally snap you in two. You wanted to tease him a bit, see if you could press the right buttons in his brain to get your sick desires fulfilled.

“Whatcha going to do to me now, hm, Jason?” You whispered. As you spoke, you spread your legs slightly, biting your lip. If your mind hadn't been so addled by adrenaline and obsession, you probably would have cringed at the pathetic neediness of your actions.

Jason cocked his head to the side at the mention of his name, much as a dog would do. His eyes locked onto yours, watching you with a mix of anger and interest. He thought for a few seconds about what you had asked, about the way you wasn’t screaming, begging, or attempting to escape. Something in his animal brain stirred.

Grabbing your arm, Jason yanked you up, nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process, then dragged you to the closest tree. You were ungraciously thrown against the trunk, rough bark tearing at your cheek and leaving a collection of scratches across your skin. Your heart thudded in your chest, pounding so loudly in your ears that you wouldn't have been able to make out anything Jason had to say if he were to speak. You giddy recollected the many hours you’d spent fantasising about this exact thing happening, and now it was actually going to happen. Or, at least, you hopped it was happening, and that Jason wasn't about to split your head open against the tree.

Fingers gripped the waistband of your shorts and tore them, scraps of denim falling to your feet. The thong you’d picked out oh-so-purposefully that morning got the same treatment. Your breath came out in ragged pants as you looked over your shoulder as Jason, watching him inspect your naked lower body. Leaning against the tree, you spread your legs wider, giving him a better view of your holes, letting him pick which one he wanted. He gave a huff of approval or interest. Your cunt clenched at his reaction, squeezing more slick out of you. He was killing you with how slowly he was going, taking his time to stare at the pink lips of your slit and the pucker of your asshole.

With his decision made, Jason unzipped his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down enough that he could pull his stiff cock out. He pumped it a few times, beckoning more blood into it. His cock matched his gargantuan size, both in length and girth. Considering that his hand, that was big enough that his fingers would be able to easily cage around your head and crush it, was just about able to close around his length, you knew that it was going to split you in two. A trickle of white pre-cum leaked from the crown, dripping onto the moss.

All you could do was stare, wide-eyed with terror and arousal, as he lined himself up with your hole. When the warmth of his pre-cum smeared against your opening, you twitched and clenched. Even your body seemed to have its doubts that the literal beast of a dick would fit without causing you major internal damage, and was trying to save itself from being pillaged by tightening up. Jason was having none of it, as he grabbed your hip with his free hand and steadied you, trapping you so that you couldn’t wriggle away as he pressed the tip of his cock into you.

A pained groan left your mouth as your entrance struggled to stretch around just the tip of his length, the pinkness of your lips becoming white as the flesh became taut. You took a shuddering breath in, leaning hard against the sturdy trunk of the tree, as your body reluctantly took on the oversized head of his dick. The hand on your hip curled into your flesh, nails catching on your skin. That was your only warning before Jason thrusted into you, cramming nearly all of his length into your velvety insides. It felt like his dick was never ending, filling up space inside your body that you were sure you didn't have, bulging out into your guts. The head hit your cervix and pressed hard against it, threatening to burst through it.

“Ha…fucking hell…I wonder if I’ve got…” You burbled out between pants, struggling to even breathe or speak, as if Jason’s cock had made its way up into your chest cavity and was crushing your lungs. You drooped your head between your arms to look at your body. A prominent bulge was settled in your lower belly, distending it. Jason shifted a little, pulling out then back in again, and you watched his movements appear through the flesh of your abdomen.

“H-holy hell…” You moaned, slightly mind blown that one of your biggest fantasies (aside from, you know, fucking Jason Voorhees) was right there in front of your eyes.

You didn't get much more of a chance to admire the outline of the massive cock pressing against your belly as Jason began to rut into you at a furious pass. You’d expected he’d have fucked in the same way he chased, slow and heavy, but he was surprisingly agile with his thrusts. Each time he sheathed himself inside you, his crown pressed thickly against your cervix and G-spot, not that Jason was aiming to make you cum. He was just chasing the high of being inside the hot, wet, vice-like grip of a cunt that was more than willing to take everything he could give it. It had been so long, maybe decades even, since he’d felt anything but his own cold hand around his cock, so the sensation of your pussy and the heat of your body felt like heaven to him. He let out grunts of pleasure as he slid himself nearly all the way out of your gaping hole, just the tip still encased in your warmth and wetness, and then slammed back into you, forcing your cunt to swallow a dick it was not naturally designed to take. The deep-rooted masculine need to pound and fill whichever hole welcomed it had taken hold of Jason.

Of course, even though Jason wasn’t aiming to make you cum or pleasure you in any way, that didn’t stop you from orgasming. The steady thud of his meaty cockhead against your cervix, paired with the strain of his girth stretching you open, drew an orgasm out of you relatively quickly. A crescendo of moans and begging reached its peak when you felt your stomach clench and the tension in your cunt snap. You were certain you had squirted, as you felt something warm and wet roll down your leg. Then again, it could have been blood from your pussy being torn by the savageness of how Jason’s cock speared you open. Everything was going hazy and blurry for you, as any ability to think rationally had been destroyed as soon as Jason had laid his hands on your flesh. You resigned yourself, clutching onto the tree trunk for support, barely able to keep yourself up as your legs trembled whilst you were pounded through one orgasm and into another.

Jason wasn’t sure how he felt about the noises you were making. They were similar to the screams and gurgles he’d pulled out of countless victims before, but there was no fear in the noises you were making. Still, they let him know he was doing something to you, and the way the muscles of your cunt tensed and relaxed around him confirmed that the something he was doing to you was probably good. Some part of him wanted to see your face, to see what expressions you were making.

Wrapping both hands around your waist, his fingers touching as he did so, Jason lifted you up, keeping you skewered on his cock. Still holding you, he flipped you over so you faced him. You let loose a squeal of pain and struggled pitifully when the ridges of his cock caught on the gummy walls of your cunt as he spun you around. Moving the pair of you closer to the tree, Jason pined you against the trunk with one hand under your breasts, holding you immobile by the ribcage. Panting, you gaped at him, still in shock after being rotated around and feeling his length definitely tear something inside you. His eyes met yours, and he stared for a moment, unblinking and devoid of any emotion, before he started pummelling at your cervix again. Fearing you’d fall or he’d lose his grip, you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, which only made you sink deeper onto his cock as you opened your entrance up more. His cock slid further into you, only stopping when he was sheathed balls deep in you. It literally felt like his cock was all the way up inside your chest, the tip nestled between your lungs.

Jason felt the pressure build low in his body, threatening to spill over with every passing second. His desperate rutting slowed as he drew out the process of bringing himself to completion. Each slide of his cock into you was accompanied by a sickening squelch, as your insides had coated his length with slick twice now. His breathing was heavy, rattling behind the mask, and his cock pulsed in time with each ragged breath, twitching in anticipation. Pressing himself as deep as he could without his tip breaking through the ring of your cervix, Jason emptied his load into you with heavy, hot spurts. You swear you could hear the filthy, wet gurgle of your hole being filled with the copious flood of seed, your womb swelling and cramping as it was flooded with the viscous fluid. Even with his length plugging your entrance, some cum escaped, trickling down the cleft of your ass.

You looked absently up at the masked man who had ravaged your hole, used you up like a cheap whore, your cock-drunk brain unable to form a single intelligent thought. He stared back as he casually slid his softening length out of you, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking a mix of his fluids and your own. His grip on your ribcage loosened, and you were dropped to the forest floor, where you lay, slumped against the trunk of the tree.

Exhausted, your vision went blurry, darkening at the edges as your ears buzzed with static. Before you fell unconscious, you saw the massive shadow of Jason pause and turn to look at you a last time before he trudged his way through the maze of trees and disappeared.

You awoke some time later, head spinning. It took a few moments before you remembered what the actual fuck had just happened to you. You fumbled about, searching for your camera, before realising it had stayed around your neck the whole time. Miraculously, it hadn't been crushed or really damaged at all, minus a smear of something covering the lens. You rubbed the smudge of god knows what off the glass before pulling the camera-strap over your head and holding the camera out in front of you. Smiling lopsidedly, your brain still not fully working after the whole ordeal, you snapped a picture of yourself leaning against the same tree Jason-motherfucking-Vorhees had fucked you against

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x female reader #jason voorhees smut #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #jason voorhees fanfic #obligatory massive cock because jason is a big boy #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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HELLOOOOO (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

First of all, i love ur content so much holy shit, like just the world building is amazing but also the really well written characters AND THE LORE, so good, just *chef's kiss* and the fact English is not ur first language always takes me by surprise bc your writing is so good 🙏 like I love reading about ocs and the likes, but yours is definitely my favourite :')

Seconly, I'm here on my knees,asking, if perhaps you could write a small fic/more headcanons on how it'll be like to be in a poly relationship with Obie,Mervin, and Ludwig?

You wrote about it slightly before and since then i couldn't take it out of my brain😔

P.S- i wonder, how long did you have the idea about Krulu and Admin, and The Clergy, and the entire wrold-building before you decided to publish it on Tumblr?

Anyway, that is all, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/MORNING AND A GREAT CHRISTMAS 🥰💜💜🥳🥳🥳😚😚

[AAAhjldc- Thenk, that genuinely makes me shriek with happiness, I'm glad you're enjoying the stuff! I can't really do ya a fic in a timely manner, so I'm going to ramble if you don't mind. :V]

It's already been discussed that Ludwig is the first one to meet you, and interacting with him on his own is nothing out of ordinary. You'd never expect that he has two other, utterly insane siblings, that he's in fact just as batshit mental, just better at hiding it. Truly, putting all three together is the key to seeing their true nature.

While Lud is the one to introduce you to his brothers, Mervin is actually the first one that'll declare this dynamic a relationship. There will be a lot of confusion for you initially, as you're getting swayed into romantic situations with each of the brothers seemingly behind the other's back. You're likely to reach a breaking point, and confront all three about it- Only to have the fork tell you something among the lines of "What do you mean, dipshit?! We've all been dating you for weeks now." And while it's far from a gentle nudge, if he hadn't told you that to the face, the other brothers would have taken much longer to make a statement.

The most affectionate of the bunch is Obie. Out of the trio, he's got the less hangups about physical touch and will often drape himself over you like a blanket. Lud and Merv definitely think he overdoes it and will make efforts to either join or rip you away from the glutton. This is easier said than done.

Ludwig and Mervin will be investing in your self-defense skill, as you'll eventually be brought into the Common Ring of Hell to meet Katia. Mervin teaches you directly how to fight with or without weapons, and your opponent is almost always Ludwig, because it kind of gets him off to fight you. By the end of this, you'll be able to hopefully buy yourself some time if a more powerful demon attempts to make a victim out of you.

Katia is a very nice lady who's just happy to see her boys found love, you'll be accepted into her heart without issue and you'll definitely get to see the ever elusive baby demon pictures. There's nothing cuter than seeing a picture of baby Ludwig putting Mervin in a chokehold while Obie's standing by their side, casually eating a pillow. That album is a bit cursed... But Katia does want a picture of you four together! Speaking of, she's here when you have trouble with any of them okay? If they start getting any funny ideas, she's just a call away. You're likely to be quickly escorted away by the three heathens when sloth mama starts mentioning grandkids.

Ludwig is the designated piggyback ride giver.

Obie is oftentimes oblivious to your flirts, Mervin has to hit him over the head and whisper the obvious.

It may seem like Mervin has more brain cells, but he does not, that's Ludwig's unwanted privilege. Nonetheless, the prideful demon often spearheads most outings.

Mervin is somehow more easily flustered than Obie by your antics. The hardest to fluster is Ludwig, but when it does happen, he gets quiet and extremely blushy, so pat yourself in the back.

As mentioned before, fighting between them over the smallest thing is common, and even healthy for demons, but some fights will be started purely because they want you to wedge in-between and give them attention.

Obie is the one that lends you clothes the most, although Mervin disagrees with this because the glutton is a "slob" and "has no taste".

The three are trying to decipher how to propose to you and can't reach an agreement. Ludwig argues they should polish the skulls of their enemies and put the wedding ring on one of the horns. Mervin can't afford the ring he wants so he's just going to steal it. With a lot of effort. Obie wants to do it with a massive feast that'll put even Vorticia to shame. Needless to say, it's going to be a very bizarre proposal.

I can't think of more right now, but you can always ask. <:1

#Ludwig oc #Obie oc #Mervin oc

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unholy-screeching9 · 1 year

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This is my first request, but I was wondering if you can make an angry reader and king dice, also I really love your writing keep up the work work!

Sure thing, honey! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. I hope this is up to your tastes.

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

💋

King Dice x Angry!Reader Headcanons

(Reader’s got a cock in this one, but the pronouns are gender neutral so everyone can enjoy!)

King Dice x Angry!Reader Headcanons (GAME)

That slimy, rotten, narcissistic bastard.

How DARE your husband have the nerve to blow you off in favor of his work? For at least two weeks? And when you finally get the chance to confront him about it, he laughs in your face and tells you the stupidest thing he’s ever said:

“That’s just the way the dice roll sometimes, sweets. It’s not my fault you can barely keep your dick in your pants longer than a day without blowing a gasket. Perhaps I’ve been spoiling you too much, anyway~”

And if that wasn’t enough, before you could get past your enraged shock to make up a reply he makes his way to the door, nonchalantly calling back:

“But don’t you worry, my little pip. Next time I’m available, I’ll give you the best night you’ve had in ages. Nothing but the best, from the best, am I right?” With a deep, bellowing laugh, he steps out the door, ready to start his day on the casino floor.

Oh hell no.

How could he say all those things to you like that? There are so many things wrong with both of those statements, you could spend hours ripping them apart. Piece by piece. If only he had given you the chance to bite back.

He’s really outdone himself this time. Leaving you high and dry in your chambers, for weeks on end. Letting you grow more and more pent up by the day. And when you finally break, when you admit to him that you’re tired of waiting, he laughs at you.

He. Laughs. At. You.

That son of a bitch!

What was this to him, some sort of game? Are you just some piece of entertainment to him in the form of a spouse? …No, that’s not it. He’s not THAT cruel.

This isn’t a matter of teasing you or using you, sure, but there IS a reason why King Dice has been okay with blowing you off recently. Why he’s fine with leaving you hanging by your legs like a butcher with his meat.

You are a luxury to him. A luxury he knows damn well he won’t lose, no matter how long he makes you wait. He’s got you in a chokehold.

Well… not anymore.

You won’t let him toy with you like this any longer. You are NOT some toy for him to play with whenever he wants. You are NOT a second choice. You are a priority. You are someone he should be afraid to mess with.

And you know what? You’ll just have to prove that to him. As soon as the King is finished with his damn shift, you’ll make him take back every word he said. You’ll make him your bitch tonight.

And boy, it’ll be delicious to see your husband begging for your mercy as you fuck him senseless. To have the tides turned on him for a change. His body is yours, and you will make sure he realizes that.

So, after several glasses of red wine and a couple of cigars for good measure, you lie in wait. You head up to the balcony that rests over the main floor of the casino, and you stalk your prey from above.

Basking in the overwhelming scents of alcohol and smoke, noises of glasses clinking and loud chatter, and the suffocating atmosphere of the pit below, you let the familiar buzz from the wine take over your brain as your eyes scan every last patron, searching for the casino manager.

You spot him as he talks up some poor souls into joining a round of blackjack, that signature, cocky, disgusting grin plastered on his face as he effortlessly shuffles his cards. He makes it look so easy, it’s like magic.

Your eyes narrow onto him, taking in every last little detail. Each and every movement he makes. The way his lips move as he chats with his fellow players, distracting them effortlessly as he sneakily slips an ace of hearts up the sleeve of his waistcoat. His lucky card.

Not even that will save him tonight.

You watch the game, scoffing as Dice successfully cheats his way to the top, squandering his patrons of every last penny they have. Fools. They should know by now that the house always wins, no matter how right you play your cards.

Sighing to yourself, you suppose you can’t blame them. They fell for the exact manipulations you had. The only difference is, they fell for his game, and they lost their money. You gambled away your heart, and Dice had won. You let him take it and play with it like cat and mouse.

Well, that will change from now on. This relationship you and your husband have will NOT be some silly game any longer. Tonight, you will level the playing field. Establish equal grounds. And, most importantly, give him a taste of his own medicine.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little excited to see King Dice on his knees, bound not just by ropes, but by fear. Yes… You want to see fear in those lovely greens of his. Oh, how beautiful it will be, seeing Inkwell’s most powerful pit boss wrapped around your finger.

The night slips by right under your nose. You’ve counted every last soul Dice had swindled since you had started watching: 27. 27 souls were signed away for the Devil’s eternal enjoyment. 27 people fell for Dice’s trap.

And that was only the soul count. There had to be at least a hundred people who had lost some sort of possession to your lover’s conning.

You will be taking your sweet sweet revenge tonight, not just for yourself, but for every lost soul. For every dollar unfairly swiped.

And by the time you’re done with Dice, there’s no way he’ll be able to hide the marks you make on him for work the next day. Everyone will see the aftermath of your handiwork. Maybe, the people who suffered tonight will get just as much a kick out of it as you will.

Dice leaves the cleanup to his court, who obediently follow his demands as he saunters off the floor, ready to turn in for the night. Show time.

You leave the balcony, your footsteps echoing through the extravagant halls as you approach the large door to your chambers. You quietly slip inside, grab the spare rope and handcuffs you and Dice keep in your closet, and you wait.

A bright light floods the room as the King trudges inside your room, lazily undoing his tie as he kicks off his shoes, leaving them at the door. Before he can take so much as a step towards your bed, your hand grabs his wrist. Tightly. So much so that it startles him, a yelp escaping his throat.

“Shit, doll, you scared me!” he chuckles fondly, turning back to you. He pauses in his tracks, his eyes trailing down to your hand that took his wrist hostage, then the ropes and handcuffs in your other hand. He squints, his suspicious eyes locking into your dominant ones.

“What’s all this, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re going to try and force me not to work with these–”

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say another WORD unless you’re spoken to. Do you understand me?” You growl at him, squeezing his wrist so hard your nails dig into his flesh, drawing a little blood.

Dice hisses in response, gritting his teeth and glaring down at you, frustrated that you have the nerve to speak to him in such a manner. As if you forgot exactly who he is.

“Oh, I’m sorry, just who the hell do you think you’re talking to? Because I know for damn SURE it ain’t me–”

Before he can continue, his lips are overtaken by your own. You smirk to yourself, finally silencing that arrogant mouth of his as you roughly make out with him, shaking your handcuffs threateningly each time he makes a move towards you. He will NOT be making the decisions tonight. It’s all on you.

While you have him in your grip, you take the time to unbutton his vest and undershirt, yanking the clothing off and tossing it to the side. His belt and slacks are next, and soon enough, all his clothes are in a messy heap near the bed.

Now having complete control over his naked form, your hands get to work. You keep your lips connected with his, relishing in every pained whine he makes when you drag your nails across his flesh, leaving various scratches all over his back.

Just to keep him on his toes, you bite down hard on his bottom lip, ripping a surprised shout from your lover’s throat. Heh. Who’s in charge now?

You roughly pull away, grabbing the bottom edge of his head and yanking him down to your level. Getting close to him, you grit your teeth, raise up your hand that’s holding your bondage tools, and sneer right in his face:

“I have had it with your cocky attitude lately, Dice. So you know what? I’m gonna fix that. For the rest of the night, your job is to listen and obey, got it? I don’t give a damn about what you have to say. You’ve said quite enough. You’re my bitch tonight.”

Dice stares into your eyes, getting trapped in the sheer authority in your pupils. God, he had forgotten how addicting they are to look at. He could get lost in them for ages if he had the time.

Your pathetic attempt at dominance was… strangely intriguing. As much as he wants to punish you for trying to take charge without permission, a small part of him was nagging for him to give you a chance. To humor you. You had been waiting a long time for him to satisfy you, why not see where this goes?

“...Alright, sugar. You win. Your wish is my command.”

“On your knees. Now.” You demand. Dice blinks for a moment, staring at you in questioning, before slowly obeying, lowering himself on one knee, and shifting his other to the floor.

He opens his mouth to question your motives, but before words can come out, you slam his legs together, tying him up by his ankles. You bring his hands behind his back and cuff them so tightly that you both are positive the handcuffs will leave bruises behind once you’re through with him. Perfect. That’s one way you’ll mark him up.

Now that he’s completely bound and barely able to move, Dice looks up at you, watching in interest as you start to undress yourself. As much as you were trying to intimidate him, he was more turned on than anything.

He’ll never complain of the opportunity to admire you as you strip yourself. You’re just so beautiful… he’ll never admit it, but he truly did miss seeing your naked body. It’s been too long, and he feels slightly ashamed that he had to choose work over you time and time again.

He supposes… the least he could do is indulge in your sexual fantasies for a second. Let you have a taste of power, and get a feel for dominance.

However, that does not mean he won’t at least tease you along the way.

As you finally finish undressing, you lean down over his kneeling form, gripping his biceps and digging your nails back into his flesh as you leave rough hickeys and bites all over his front. And god, as much as it hurts, it’s so amusing to see you try and get a reaction out of him.

“Gee, darlin’, you’re really that down bad for me tonight, huh? And what’s with these silly restraints? Come on, uncuff me. Let me show you a good time–”

“Shut up.” You growl, cutting him off and rendering him speechless.

Did… did you just tell him to shut up?

Dice’s mood shifts, and not in a good way. He’s no longer amused. No… He’s furious.

“What did you say to me?” Your partner questions, his eyes glowing in outrage as he stares at you, demanding for you to try him again.

Much to his shock, you do.

“What, is your lack of proper ears rendering you deaf? I said SHUT UP. You have some nerve, disobeying me when you’re tied down like that, Dice. Speak again and I’ll make you regret it.”

Dice’s fists clench from behind his back. How… How dare you?! Not only did you tell him to shut up TWICE now, but you threatened him, AND you called him ‘Dice’ when you know you’re supposed to call him ‘King’ in the bedroom.

To hell with your puny threats. To hell with indulgence. Your attitude needs a fix, and this silly little game of yours has gone on long enough.

“That’s KING to you, you little bastard. You’ve got a lot of audacity tonight, and you know what? I’ve entertained this for far too long. Let me out of these restraints RIGHT NOW if you know what’s good for–”

-SMACK!-

Dice yelps in surprise, hissing at the sudden, piercing stinging sensation spreading through his ass. You didn’t…

You didn’t just spank him, did you?

“Did you just… did you just SPANK me?!”

“I did, and if you don’t straighten up I’ll gladly do it again, princess. You better watch yourself before I smack you so hard you won’t be able to FEEL your ass for the next week. I mean it. I’m not your fucking toy tonight, Dice.”

Dice… Dice can’t even form a coherent sentence. Where the hell did this side of you come from?! He hasn’t seen you act like this in ages. The nerve you have, to stand up to him and treat him this way, just because he’s had to work a few extra hours a night recently.

…Why is this side of you so hot?!

Dice is at a loss. How in the hell do you make the idea of being fucked until he sees stars so desirable? Is this how you feel when he exhibits power over you? Fuck, this is wild!

Taking his lack of response to your advantage, you grip the bottom edge of his head once more, forcing him to look you right in your eyes.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’re barely gonna be able to walk. Keep testing me, and I’ll make sure I render you BEDRIDDEN. And then, you can explain to your boss that you can’t come into work because you let your spouse destroy your dignity and your body in the bedroom. It’s your choice.”

Your lover stares at you in nothing but awe, ass cherry red from your hand, back decorated with around 12 scratches, his collarbone blackened and bruised with 9 teeth marks and 6 hickeys.

27 marks. One mark for every damned soul taken.

You find it in you to smirk down at him, grinning maliciously as he has done to you countless times. It feels glorious to finally be the one to make the rules, especially after he’s been nothing but an insolent dick to you for the past few days. Revenge is so sweet, isn’t it?

“You’re gonna be nothing but a puddle of sweat and bruises by the time I’m done with you, Dice. Maybe, you’ll learn a lesson from this experience.”

His eyes widen as he stares at you, completely lost on what to say. There’s not much to say at that point.

He couldn’t lie… you were scaring him a little. A lot. You hadn’t EVER been this riled up before, and the fact that he pushed you to these limits was certainly a shame on his part. He had failed to satisfy you for far too long, and god, was he afraid of these consequences.

It’s a delicious sight to see. Your husband’s toned, ivory form trembling slightly. His mouth slightly agape. His eyes. Oh, his eyes…

Bright green, glowing in fear. Yes. Yes!

You’ve got him right where you want him, and he’s finally going to just sit quietly and let you do your work.

“I-I…”

Well, maybe he won’t shut up just yet.

Another swift spank is delivered to Dice’s ass, cutting off his words and coaxing an agonized groan from his lips. Low, husky, and gruff. God, that was hot. You want to hear it again. And again.

So, you continue.

Each new mark you make, each sound coming from Dice’s throat, the look of pleasured pain and slight embarrassment on his face as he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, it turns you on that much more.

The bastard is lucky he’s so beautiful when he’s on his knees for you like that, otherwise you’d have kicked him to the curb as soon as he started acting up.

But you suppose, after a rough lesson on respect, you may be able to forgive him. It’ll depend on how much he whines for you. Begs for your mercy. Screams praises as you completely wreck his ass.

And you waste no time.

With a swift stomp on his back, you make him bend over and eat the marble flooring, grinning as his ass bends upwards for you. Perfect. Just where you want him.

“Ow! Darlin’, not so rough! You coulda- AAHH!~”

Dice can’t even finish his sentence before your cock is shoved inside of his ass, stuffing him so full any thoughts he had about being shoved to the floor dissipate into mere nothingness.

And that moan he just made.. oh god, that was beautiful. He’s such a pretty little slut for you. You want to make him moan again. You want to hear him scream and shout for you.

You want to make him sing.

As more dirty thoughts enter your mind, your body moves on its own, your hips ramming against Dice’s ass over and over again. Fuck, his ass fit your dick perfectly. He’s so tight around you it almost hurts.

You don’t get the chance to fuck him like this often. In fact, you don’t even remember the last time you did. You never really had a reason to.

Until now.

“You know why you’re being punished by these restraints? You know why you’re not allowed to make any moves tonight? Do you?!” You demand, picking up and pace, your hands gripping Dice’s broad shoulders so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

Dice groans loudly in pleasure as you slam your erection into him, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to form a coherent thought.

“Ngh! I- hah -I d-!”

“Answer me!”

“I DO!~” Dice wails in pleasure, throwing his head back and trying to move to your thrusts, desperate for you. Fuck, you feel heavenly inside of him like that. And he wants more of it. More.

And perhaps, if he plays his cards right, he’ll get a full house.

If.

“Why, then? Why are you my little whore tonight, instead of the other way around?”

“I- HAH! -I’ve been a bad boy, baby! Ohhh, SHIT!!” Dice cries out for you, screaming in pleasure as you make a particularly hard thrust into him.

“That’s right. You’ve been a very bad boy, blowing me off for weeks and then laughing in my face the way you did. Do you know what happens to bad boys, Dice?”

Another hard slam into his ass and your lover whines in pleasure.

“They get restrained-! And their asses are fucked until they’re raw!~” He answers your question, moaning helplessly in pleasure. What a pathetic little shell of a man you’ve turned him into.

People cower whenever Dice walks through the door, trembling underneath his looming shadow. They weep for the losses they suffer whenever they dare to play Dice’s game.

And now look at him. The same man who intimidates hundreds, and seduces thousands more, is a whining mess at your feet.

It was laughable. Pitiful. Adorable.

As his moans get louder and louder, you watch his cuffed hands clench into fists as he trembles beneath you. You see the telltale signs: your husband is about to reach his peak.

You’re getting close too. You feel it. Your cock is tightening. God. Every last drop of your seed is about to be shot into his ass, which will certainly push him over the edge as well… But has he earned that?

Right as you are about to hit your climax, you stop moving. You pull out of him completely, earning a sweet, lamenting whine from the overexcited man beneath you.

“Ohhh, darlin’, that’s not fair!” he cries to you, looking back at you with pure lust in his icy eyes. The pitiful display of him looking back towards you, silently pleading for you to continue… you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“I don’t know if you’ve earned this, Dice. Maybe I should finish myself off, and have you watch…”

“NO! Please, doll, I BEG of you! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be so good for you! I’ll kneel! I’ll whine, moan, sing, whatever you want! Please, shoot your spent into me!”

You can’t help but laugh at his desperation. Loudly. A bright, loud, mocking laugh as he looks at you almost heartbrokenly. Just like you had, that very morning. You consider this moment one of the best ways of payback you’ve ever come up with. Surely, Dice won’t make that mistake again.

“I don’t know… Will you be good for me? Truly?”

“YES! Yes, sweetheart, I’ll be the best for you! I promise that!”

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

“I’LL BE SO GOOD FOR YOU, BABYDOLL! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE!” He cries, loudly. Achingly. Longingly. Oh, you’ve got him now. You’ve got him RIGHT where you want him.

“Hmmm… Alright, pretty boy. I’ll give you my load. On ONE condition.”

“You name it! ANYTHING!”

Your hand turns his head so you can make eye contact with him, staring right into his weary expression.

“You never pull what you did this morning on me again. Ever.”

“Consider it done! I promise!!”

Well… you suppose you could work with that.

“Alright then.”

Dice screeches in euphoria as you slam your cock back inside, growling as you chase your release. Once you find it, you scream in pleasure and bite down on your lover’s shoulder, your seed exploding into his rectum.

Holy SHIT, that feels good. For the past two weeks, Dice had left you completely full, and about to burst. It feels incredible to finally release all of that fluid pent up in you.

The sheer intensity of your orgasm is enough for Dice to finally reach his own, and he lets out a melodic scream as his fluids burst from his cock, spilling onto the floor in front of him. You smile to yourself as you watch him ride out his high, staring at the delicious mess he leaves behind.

Your fingers gently trace the still fresh scratches you left all over your husband’s back, chuckling at each flinch he makes. You may have gone a little overboard, but you got your point across. And, you got him to admit his faults. What a fantastic night for you.

It’ll be priceless to watch him try and get up in the morning.

Satisfied with your work, you pull yourself out from him, grinning as a small stream of your seed makes its way down Dice’s crack, spilling all the way down to his inner thighs. You stuffed him to the top, and honestly? It’s a precious sight. He really does look handsome tied down the way he is, your fluids leaking out of him.

But alas, he can’t stay tied up forever.

You uncuff him and undo the knot bounding his feet together, wincing slightly at the marks the materials leave behind. Ouch…

“Shit, Dice, I’m–”

“Don’t even think about apologizing, my love.”

Your eyes widen as Dice shakily gets up, clutching onto you for support, grinning down at you with nothing but infatuation in those lovestruck eyes of his.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, for how I behaved this morning. I shouldn’t have left you in the dust like that. I hope I was able to make it up to you tonight…?”

You laugh softly at his implied question, planting a gentle kiss onto his cheek as you guide him over to the bed, making sure he didn’t stumble or fall.

“You were great for me tonight, honey… your debt is repaid.”

King Dice x Angry!Reader Headcanons (SHOW)

You had left. For five. Minutes.

FIVE MINUTES.

The ONE night King Dice has the chance to treat you to a nice dinner in your favorite restaurant, on your anniversary, what does he do?

He leaves, right in the middle of your date. Your food hadn’t even come out yet.

You told the bastard you were going to use the restroom, and he sweetly tells you he’ll be there. You leave, for five fucking minutes, and come back to an empty table. Well, almost empty.

There’s a note on Dice’s end of the table, hastily scribbled on a napkin. Your eyes scan the messy handwriting, your blood boiling more and more by the second.

“Gotta run, sweetheart. Something came up at the studio. That’s showbiz for ya! I’ll see you soon. - KD”

That fucking jackass!

He had promised to spend time with you on your special night. This was the one thing you had wanted on your anniversary, and he can’t even give you that? Not even an hour of his time?

Your dinner is suddenly unappetizing. You barely even touch it, glaring at the empty seat across from you like it had offended your mother. Thankfully, your waiter graciously boxes it up for you. At least someone in this town has some decency.

You catch a cab home, tossing your leftovers in the trash before shucking off your fancy outfit, kicking off your shoes, and crawling into your four-poster bed. It’s around 11 p.m. at this point, and your husband isn’t even home yet. You can’t tell if you should be relieved or even more angry at his absence. What a damn coward, not even being there to hear you out.

The bed is cold. Uninviting. Lonely. You spend your anniversary alone, your lover nowhere in sight. Cold, Dice. Really fucking cold.

What, are you just his trophy? His prize? A toy he plays with whenever he has the time and energy for it? Is that what you are to him?!

You sleep fitfully that night, tossing and turning, the duvet tangling you up and trapping you in their embrace. Better to be embraced by the sheets than nothing, at least. But, still…

If only your husband could have kept his promise to you. If only your husband wasn’t such an unreliable, crude prick to you on the one night you both are supposed to spend celebrating your love for each other.

You feel anything but loved.

Dice returns late that night to a practically destroyed bed, and a heartbroken, sleeping spouse. Unfortunately, he’s too exhausted to think of anything but getting some shut-eye himself, so he simply collapses beside you, passing out.

God, what a horrible anniversary.

The alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. sharp, right on schedule. But this time, instead of exchanging sleepy ‘good morning’s, you immediately sit up and stare your husband down as he drowsily fumbles his hand over the clock, trying to mess with the snooze button before giving up entirely and chucking the thing off his nightstand. Sweet, blissful silence followed after that. Until…

“Dice.”

“Mmm… five… five more minutes…”

You slam your palm against your head in irritation, three seconds away from smacking the shit out of him. How could he think about sleep right now after he pulled what he did yesterday?!

“Dice, wake the fuck up and explain to me why you thought it would be okay to completely ditch me last night!”

“Mmfh… wha-? Oh, right.” Dice lets out a yawn and sits up, stretching his arms and cracking his back before looking over at you, smiling sheepishly “Sorry about that, sugar. There was something I needed to take care of down at the studio, for tonight’s big weekend bas–”

“I don’t give a damn about what it was for, Dice! God, can you even go five minutes without bringing up your show? You skipped our anniversary! You didn’t even leave anything to pay for the meal you didn’t eat! I had to catch a damn cab home, and I had to fall asleep in a cold bed! Alone! On our anniversary!!” You exclaim, growing tired of your husband’s antics.

How could he do this to you? He had one job, and he blew it! You have every right to be as angry as you are with him, and boy, were you ready to make it known.

But Dice? Well, he was not having it.

“Now hold it, doll. I didn’t want to leave in the middle of our date, but I didn’t have much of a choice! I would have had to leave at some point, and I figured the quicker I got things done, the quicker I’d be back home to-”

“I was asleep by the time you got home!” You shouted, shaking your head. “It wouldn’t have made any difference in how you got back home! The least you could have done was wait until after dinner, but you didn’t!”

“Look, darlin’, I don’t know what to tell ya. It’s just showbiz. Things happen, and I gotta take care of my responsibilities.” He smirks, cups your chin, and plants a gentle peck to your lips. “However… Maybe I’ll make it up to you tonight, after the show. That is, if you don’t fall asleep of course!”

Dice laughs. He fucking laughs as he gets up, humming to himself as he gets ready for his day. You… you do nothing. You watch him, mouth slightly ajar as he gets dressed, slips on his shoes, and waltzes out the door. As if he didn’t just blow you off.

God, you’re so angry you don’t even have the words.

That egotistical BASTARD!

How dare he treat this like some minor inconvenience that he can make up with some quick fuck after his show? Do your feelings really mean that little to him?!

…Of course they do.

When it comes down to it, your husband is a showman, at his core. And showmen are always the ones who let their fame get to their heads. The ones whose egos blimp up to the size of a whale. The ones who have no regard for anyone else’s feelings but their own. Not even their families’.

Well… THAT’S going to change. Tonight.

You are DONE being treated as some second-hand object of satisfaction. You are so much more than that. You’re King Dice’s partner. His spouse. You are a person, god dammit, and it’s about time he recognized that.

So, you get up a little earlier than you usually do, a plan striking your mind. He wants to play this game with you? Oh, you’ll play. You’ll happily play his game. Except you aren’t one of his mindless fools for contestants. He’s yours.

Dice sighs softly in relief as he strolls back to his dressing room, happy to have some time to relax a bit before the show starts. His rehearsal didn’t take nearly as long as his team thought it would. In fact, they only needed one run-through before deeming the host ready for performance.

Not that he’s surprised, After all, he’s not Number One for nothing.

What he is surprised about, however, is who’s waiting for him in his room.

The lights flicker on, and Dice jumps in shock at your waiting form, seated comfortably on the couch he keeps for you.

“Oh! Came a little early today, hm?” Dice grins as he shuts the door behind him, making his way over to you and resting his hands on your–

A loud, warning -CRACK!- interrupts his movements. Dice’s eyes trail over to yours, locking with your fiery, raging pupils. He can only stare for a couple moments before he forces himself to break from your gaze, his stare traveling down to what you’re holding in your hands.

…Oh, lord.

You brought THAT with you?

You smirk to yourself, glaring right up at him as your thumbs nonchalantly mess with the ends of the flogger you brought with you, the leather strings curling obediently around your fingers.

“Hello, Dice.” You start casually, standing up and tracing your fingers along the side of his clothed bicep. “How was your rehearsal?”

“O-oh, it was fine, dear. It went by quicker than normal.”

“Oh, good! So that means you have time to play with me.”

Dice stares at you in slight shock, eyes flickering back and forth from your gaze to the whip in your hand… just what are you planning?

“Play with you…?” He questions, hesitantly taking a step back. Why are you looking at him like that?

“Yes, Dice. I want you to play with me before your show. You know, to ‘make up’ for your dick move last night.” You sneer, stepping towards him, making another -CRACK!- with the flogger.

“Look, darlin’, I know you’re still upset, but I don’t think having sex before the show is very—”

“Shut your mouth”

…What did you say?

Dice’s shock immediately evaporates, leaving nothing but outrage behind. Did you just tell him of all people to be quiet?

“…Care to repeat that for me?”

“I told you to SHUT YOUR MOUTH, you prick. I know you have trouble hearing sometimes, with your head so far up your own ass.”

For emphasis, and much to Dice’s enragement, you bring your hand swiftly over his ass and give it a hard -SPANK!-

…What the fuck?!

What the hell has gotten into you? He understands you’re upset, but there is no way that warrants you the right to talk to him like that. Not when he is the one in charge.

“Why, you INSOLENT little–”

Before he can berate you for DARING to spank him the way you did, your lips overtake his own, and you wrestle with his tongue for dominance as you yank off each and every layer of clothing he has. In retaliation, Dice tries to push you away so he can continue his rant, but a warning crack of your flogger puts a pause to his movements immediately.

Fuck, you’re so intimidating when you break out the flogger. The last time you used that, Dice’s back was so sore he had trouble moving for days.

He truly was in for it now, wasn’t he?

You yank your mouth away from your husband’s, gripping his shoulder and forcing him down to your level, your piercing stare stabbing him to his core.

“Now you listen to me, you egotistical son of a bitch. We’re gonna play our own little game before your show tonight. Treat it as an extra warm-up beforehand, except we’re playing by my rules this time. Understand me?”

Dice is at a loss for words, mouth agape as he stares at you with wide, offended eyes. You really know how to get to him when you’re angry like this. It’s honestly a little terrifying.

“DO YOU?!”

“A-alright, alright! Would you keep it down?! Someone might hear us!” Dice hisses in reply, hands resting at your sides in an attempt to calm you.

That was the wrong move.

You slam your flogger right onto his stomach, ripping a surprised yell from your partner as he falls to his knees from the impact. Fuck, he forgot how much that hurts! Especially right on his chest like that. It stings, horribly.

“Careful, Dice. ‘Someone might hear us.’” You reply mockingly, stepping around his kneeling form and delivering another blow to his back, relishing in the sweet, sensual whines that emit from your lover’s throat.

Again, and again. You deliver hit after hit, beautifully marking up Dice’s ivory back with your tool, getting more and more turned on by each and every cry and screech he makes. He sounds so cute when he’s the one following the rules. It’s so adorable, so precious… so pitiful.

After a few more blows to the back, you decide he’s had enough for a while. However, that doesn’t mean you’re done with him yet. Oh, no… you’ve got a long way to go.

You better make sure he stays put, then.

To Dice’s very vocal dismay, you reach into your bag and pull out a long string of rope, forcing him into a kneeling position with his legs spread, and tying him up by his hands and ankles. Of course he feels like he has to get his opinion on how tight you tie his restraints, because Dice’s feelings are so much more important than your own.

“Shit, doll, easy on the ropes! That hurts! OUCH! For god’s sakes, not so tight, you–”

“QUIET.” You growl in warning, making a threatening motion towards your whip. “You better quit your yapping, or so help me god I’ll WRECK you so hard you won’t be able to perform on your show for the next WEEK!” You bellow into his face, your nails digging into each of his shoulders, prompting a hiss of pain from him.

“Okay, okay! Could you please just loosen them a little if you insist on tying me up like this?”

You pretend to think for a moment, placing a finger on your chin and tapping three times.

“Hmm… no.”

“Oh, come on! You’re gonna leave even more marks all over–”

“NO.”

Seeing no way out of this, Dice rolls his eyes and finally closes his arrogant mouth. It’s about damn time. You’re starting to get impatient with him.

Luckily for you, it’s about time you start teaching Dice a lesson on respecting your time. And your feelings.

Forcing him to bend down slightly, you step in front of him and begin stripping down, tossing your top off to the side and kicking off your bottoms. Your underwear comes off soon after, your cock springing to life.

Dice can’t help but stare at your size, gawking slightly as he feels his own erection start forming. Okay, okay, he’ll admit it to himself… you’re so fucking hot when you’re in charge, It’s exhilarating, not knowing what your next move will be. You keep him on his toes, waiting in anticipation for your call.

You step in front of him, grabbing the top edge of his head and forcing him to look upwards, positioning your tip right up against his mouth,

“Suck it.”

The raw force in your voice is enough to spring him into action, and Dice immediately puts his mouth to work, his lips hugging the length of your dick as he starts bobbing his head up and down. Ohhh, shit… He’s so lucky that tongue of his works wonders for your cock, otherwise you probably would have already cut it off.

As narcissistic as your husband may be… he surely does know how to satisfy you with his mouth.

You growl quietly in pleasure, keeping your hand on his head, occasionally guiding him to take more and more of your length until he’s sucking you off balls deep. The feeling is incredible… but unfortunately for him, it’s not enough for your forgiveness.

And certainly not enough for you to give him your load, either.

Before he can reap the rewards of his hard work, you yank yourself out of him, finding amusement in the frustrated whine he makes.

“Dammit, darlin’, quit teasing me already!”

“Ah! Be careful, Dice.” You warn, grabbing the flogger and shaking it in front of his face. “We wouldn’t want that pretty chest of yours to become my canvas too, now would we?”

With a low, husky growl, Dice reluctantly shuts his mouth again, silently enjoying the remnants of your taste on his tongue.

There. Now he’s getting it… sort of.

You smirk down at him, leaning down and pressing a hard kiss onto him, stealing what little taste of seed he had off of his tongue. As you make out with him, you mutter soft degradations into his mouth:

“How does it feel, to be stripped of your authority for a change? To reap the consequences of your stupid actions? It doesn’t feel very good, does it? Tell me, Dice. How does it feel to be nothing more than a pathetic little brat?”

“Oh, shut up. We both know I am still the one in charge around here, you little harlot. Just because you’ve got the upper hand on me this time, doesn’t change a thing.”

“Ooh, strong words, coming from the man who whines to me whenever I make a mark! I wonder how all your little fans would react, seeing you reduced to nothing more than a sweaty little bitch. If only I could record the noises you make. Do you realize how easily I’d be able to end your career? I could do it right now if I wanted. Watch yourself.”

Dammit. Dammit. You… You’re right.

Dice grunts in defeat, letting you pull away from him, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths together. This is humiliating. He and you both know damn well that everything you say is true. Right now, you’ve got the power. You are the one who makes the calls. You are the one completely in control over him.

It hurts. It hurts so good.

You’re incredibly sexy when you display your dominance like this, as much as he hates to admit it. You have him wrapped around your finger… and god, it’s frustratingly alluring.

He wants you, more than anything.

Luckily, you’re ready to chase your release.

With a swift kick of your leg, you force Dice to fall forward, face landing right on the ground as your hands hungrily spread his cheeks open.

“OUCH! Dammit, doll, not so rOUGHHH!~”

The suffocating feeling of being stuffed with your cock overtakes Dice’s vocals, choking out a loud moan from the back of his throat as you start slamming your hips into his ass, over and over.

Oh, fuck.

You’re going so hard. So fast, Out of nowhere. There’s no time for Dice to adjust to your size. Oh, god, it hurts. It hurts so much, Every thrust feels like it's tearing his ass apart,

He never wants you to stop.

Each time your dick slides in and out of his ass, it’s a whole nother world of pained pleasure. And the way your nails dig into his shoulders as you keep him steady? The way you scratch in warning every time he squirms from underneath you? It’s fucking heavenly.

He’ll never know what heaven is like. He had damned his own soul to hell long before you both even met each other. But if he was asked to describe how heaven would feel? There’s absolutely no doubt in his mind that it would feel just like this.

Damn his show for starting soon. Damn you for not waiting to do this until afterwards, when he would have more time to enjoy the feeling of your cock ripping him to shreds. And damn him for making you this upset, to the point where you felt you had to do this to him, to teach him a lesson.

Yes… damn him, Damn him to hell.

He deserves every last bit of treatment you’ve given him, and he knows it. He’s reaping each and every last consequence of your wrath, and fuck, he deserves it all.

However…

You’re unknowingly spoiling him. You’re fucking him raw, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t savoring every last bit of it. Memorizing each way you shove your cock into his hole, hitting him in just the right spot.

It’s euphoric. Incredible. He doesn’t deserve this type of pleasure.

Your sudden growling interrupts Dice from his thoughts.

“You understand why you’re being punished, you little slut?!” You shout, picking up the pace as you scratch his shoulders once more, demanding an answer.

“YES! Yes, doll, I understand!~”

“Answer me then, Dice. Why? Why am I punishing you, huh? Why aren’t you allowed to move while I fuck you so hard you can barely function? Answer me!”

“Because I’ve been a very naughty boy, baby!” Dice whines loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure as you pound into him with every last ounce of strength you have.

“You have been, you pompous bastard. You know why you’ve been a bad boy?”

“I-I skipped out on our special night… I left you at that restaurant, without my wallet, and without a ride-!”

“That’s right, you jackass! You left me high and dry, on our anniversary!” You feel angry tears prick the corners of your eyes as you ram your cock into his hole, your teeth clenching in frustration. “You made me feel like I was NOTHING! On the ONE night where I was supposed to be EVERYTHING!”

“I’M SORRY, SWEETHEART!” Dice chokes out, tears of his own leaking from his eyes and running down his cheeks as he finally feels the weight of his mistakes landing down on him like a grand piano falling from the ceiling. “I shouldn’t have left you the way I did, especially on our anniversary… It isn’t fair to you! You deserve better, doll! And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you needed me!”

Faster. Harder. Hungrier. Your emotions elevate along with your thrusts as Dice cries out his apologies to you. Fuck, you’re getting close. You’re getting so close, you feel like you’re about to explode. And the way Dice is whining his tender praises to you is NOT helping your case.

But as much as he is apologizing, as much as he is trying to right his wrongs of the previous night and that morning, it’s just not enough. You won’t give him the satisfaction he’s looking for. You will NOT give him your load just yet.

Dice’s moans and whines get louder and higher in pitch as he gets closer and closer to reaching his own climax, but before he can reach that sweet release he’s after, you stop moving. You completely pause, only the tip of your dick stuck in his ass as Dice lets out an agonized scream of desperation.

“OHHH, FUCK, my dear, this isn’t fair! PLEASE don’t stop like that, I’m so close to exploding I can FEEL it! PLEASE, just finish what you’ve–”

“I don’t think so, pretty boy. I don’t think you’ve earned my load and your release just yet.” You growl in intimidation, grabbing his head and twisting it to the side so you can look him right in his helpless, longing, pitiful eyes. A stark contrast to the collected, confident, and addicting irises you’re so used to seeing.

“Apologizing is not enough. You ruined me. You think that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ is gonna make things better? DO YOU?!”

Dice squirms and struggles against his restraints, doing everything in his power to at least break a hand free so he can cup your face. All he wants to do is hold you. To caress your skin. To kiss you so much you feel over appreciated. To make up for his foolishness.

But, you’ve tied him too tight. It’s no use. He can’t break free. It’s yet another consequence he has to deal with.

So, he leans into the palm of your hand, turning his head and planting several kisses against your skin as fresh tears stream down his face, ruining the makeup from his rehearsal.

“Doll, I promise you, whenever I get the chance I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take you back to that restaurant, and any other places of your choice for the next week. And so help me, I’ll pay for all of it. And afterwards? I’ll make you feel so loved you’ll NEVER have to feel this way again. And that’s a guarantee, the show be damned. I beg of you, PLEASE let me make this up to you!”

You let him speak, your anger slightly disappearing with every word he spits out. He really does know how to sweet talk you into his arms… It’s what made you fall for him in the first place. He’s got such a way with words…

Except, it’s still not quite enough to convince you to release inside of him.

However, a mischievous idea strikes your mind, and you pat yourself on the back for deciding to do this before his biggest night of the week. Oh, this’ll make up for his actions.

But first, you need to play along.

“Alright, Dicey, I’ll give you what you want…”

Without any warning, you pick up right back where you left off, this time, with the intent of chasing down your orgasm. And boy, when you find it? Your seed shoots right into Dice’s ass, stuffing him so much that his stomach distends slightly with the amount of fluid you’ve released inside of him.

Oh, FUCK, that’s so warm… that’s it.

Dice lets out a pleasured scream as he finally reaches what he’s been after since you’ve started this little game of yours, his cum squirting from his hardened erection and spilling in a massive puddle all over the wooden floors. That’ll surely leave a stain… but hey, that’s what carpets are for, right?

And oh, before you let him off the hook just yet… you’ve got one more surprise up your sleeve.

As you pull yourself out of your lover, you quickly grab something else from your bag. Before Dice can question what you’re doing, you shove the buttplug up his rectum, effectively keeping every last drop of your seed inside him.

“Five minutes!”

You watch in joyful satisfaction as Dice’s face somehow becomes even paler at the call, his eyes locking onto yours in horror.

“Doll, you wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I would. Consider this your last price to pay, for messing with my heart the way you did.”

He trembles slightly as you untie the ropes, guiding him onto his feet, and helping him quickly redress.

You watch in amusement as Dice stumbles to the mirror and quickly removes the streaks of mascara on his cheeks with a dash of makeup remover, laughing in amazement as his cue is called right as he is in the middle of reapplying his eyeshadow.

Oh, this’ll be perfect.

“Good luck out there, honey!�� You murmur teasingly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, smoothing down a few wrinkles in his waistcoat, and watching in eagerness as your partner makes his way to the door on shaky, unstable legs.

He gives you a look of complete and utter betrayal before swinging open the door and doing his best not to fall on his face as he walks towards the stage.

Oh, how SWEET revenge can taste.

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