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xxbimbobunnyxx · 4 months

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Hiii I love your account! 🐇 with Rafe please and “You’re so annoying” and “you look pretty like this” if I can pick two hehe

Omg thank you so much!! Of course you can pick two! I hope you like it! Thank you to my angel @babygorewhore for beta reading🖤🤭

This is for my 1.6k celebration🎀🖤

Warnings: Reader is Topper’s sister, enemies to fucking?, blow job, hair pulling, face fucking, cum swallowing, a lil bit of degradation. 18+MNDI!! W.k: 1.7k

Rafe has been driving you nuts since, well, as long as you can remember, but he’s driving you especially insane today. All you wanted to do was lay by the pool with your fruity little drink and read your dirty romance novel. But no, apparently Rafe didn’t want you to have a moment of peace while you were home from college for the summer. Why your brother had to choose him as a best friend and then also choose to stick with it for this long is beyond you. So he was just always around and it seemed like lately you couldn’t escape him no matter what you did.

The minute they got to the house with beers you asked Topper if they’d fuck off and chill inside but Rafe insisted they hang out in the back.

“It’s nice out, and I just can’t pass up this view.” He smirks at you as he leans back in one of your mom’s plush patio chairs, his eyes drinking in your barely there bikini.

“Rafe, that’s my sister man, how many times do I have to tell you that she’s -“ Rafe cuts Topper off with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.

“She’s off limits, yeah, yeah, I know the fuckin’ drill Top.” That doesn’t stop him from glancing over at you every ten seconds. Sending you subtle little winks over Topper’s shoulder, practically fucking you with his eyes and you hate how much you like it. You can’t stand how much your body betrays you when it comes to Rafe fucking Cameron. He makes you want to rip your hair out, he’s arrogant, rude, and a classic spoiled preppy frat boy in every way. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s so god damn sexy.

“The fact that you guys are being so fucking loud that I can hear you with my music on full blast is actually insane to me.” You slam your book shut as you dramatically pull your headphones off your head.

“Maybe you should stop being so fucking boring and come chill with us then.” Rafe blows out a hit as he holds the bong towards you. “Wanna hit?”

“You? Never.” You scoff, crossing your arm as you glare over at him.

“You think you’re reaaal clever, huh? I know you’re lying, you want me so bad.” Rafe snorts, setting the bong down on the table before leaning back in the chair with his arms behind his head and his legs spread. Fuck.

“You know what? I’m over this. Bye.” You shake your head as you grab your things, making sure to send Rafe a death glare on your way inside the house.

You’re inside for maybe five minutes when there’s a knock on your bedroom door.

“Fuck off, Top! I’m changing, I don’t wanna hear how sorry you are for how much of an asshole Rafe is for the millionth time!”

“Exactly how big of an asshole am I? Huh, princess?” The sound of Rafe’s voice on the other side of your door has you practically growling as you storm towards it and rip it open.

“You’re so annoying, Rafe, you know that!? You’re like a fucking fly or some shit, always buzzing around with no real thoughts in your head!!!” You glare up at him as your eyes meet his own, stomping your foot in frustration.

“You look pretty like this, ya know?” He rests his hand on the side of the door frame as he smirks down at you.

“Like fucking what, Cameron!?”

“All pissed off at me n’ shit.” He chuckles, leaning down further so his face is only a few inches from your own. His breath smells like weed and beer but his lips are so fucking kissable that it actually just pisses you off more. “I think you’re just mad because you wanna fuck me and you’re in denial about it.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You scoff and roll your eyes but you don’t even know if you believe yourself because you sound so full of shit.

“I mean, yeah. It also doesn’t hurt that you still have on that tiny little bikini…” He wets his lips with his tongue as his hand reaches out to cup your cheek. He drags his thumb across your glossy bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. “I don’t hear you denying it, baby.”

“I - You know what? Fuck it.” You practically lunge forward to lace your fingers into the material of his shirt using the grip to pull his mouth down to yours in a bruising kiss. He grips onto your hips, pulling you until you’re flush against him. He slips his tongue into your mouth and practically devours you before pulling away with a fucking smirk painted on his face.

“Fuckin’ knew it, knew you wanted me.” He bites his lip while he looks down at you like he won the fucking lottery.

“Shut up, don’t be a fuck boy about it or I’m not letting you anywhere near my pussy, Cameron.” You glare up at him with your lips set into that irritated little pout that makes him want to shove his cock between them.

“Your pussy? Shit, baby, you gonna let me fuck you? I’ve been wanting to wipe that bratty fuckin’ look off your face for years.”

“Yeah? Well maybe I wanna wipe that cocky fucking look off of yours.” You grab onto his hand, pulling him through the doorway, practically slamming it closed behind him. You push him up against it before dropping to your knees and making quick work of undoing his shorts.

“Shit, been fuckin’ dreaming about that pretty little mouth around my cock nonstop.” You pull his cock free and you can’t even hide the shocked look on your face at the sight of it. He was fucking huge. Long and thick and so fucking hard, god you can’t stand him.

“No wonder you’re so fucking arrogant, you would have a fucking monster cock.” You roll your eyes as you look up at him and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s about to say some smug bullshit so you grab onto his shaft and spit on it.

“Oh fuckkk, yeah, get it all fuckin’ wet.” He laces his fingers through your hair with a groan when you start to jerk him off. You pump him a few times before smirking up at him and taking him all the way down your throat in one motion. “God damn, baby, knew you had a mouth on you but shit.”

You pull almost all the way off of him, just sucking his tip as you swirl your tongue around it, flicking it along the slit. You work the rest of him with your spit slick palm as you look up at him. And god. He drives you insane in every fucking way. He looks so hot, you hate him for looking so hot. His mouth is hanging open as grunts and profanities leave it. Those ocean blue eyes keep rotating between boring down into your own and rolling in the back of his head, that stupid ass button up he’s wearing is riding up a little and showing a sliver of his waist and his shoulders fill it out so perfectly.

“Take this shit off.” Rafe uses the hand not in your hair to grab onto the top tie of your bikini top and pull the knot loose. “Fuck, fuckin’ knew you had perfect tits.”

You pull off of him with a pop, a string of drool still connected to your lips from his cock. When it breaks it drips down onto your chest between your tits and the sight makes his cock twitch in your hand.

“Yeah? Bet you wanna touch them sooo bad.” You mock pout at him as you bring your free hand up to fondle your tits.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me, princess.” Rafe’s grip on your hair tightens and it causes you to let out a breathy moan. “Oh? You like it rough? Open your fuckin’ bratty little mouth.”

You stick your tongue out for him and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head back down to his cock. He glides it across your tongue a few times, hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You wrap your lips around his cock and swallow causing your throat to constrict around him. He starts to thrust into your mouth while you continue to practically swallow his cock, swirling your tongue while you finally take what he gives you.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ it, little brat, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good.” When you reach up to fondle his balls he throws his head back and his free hand flys to his hair, tugging at the strands almost as hard as he’s tugging on your own. “God damn, keep doing that - fuck - you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.”

“Yo Rafe, where you at!?” Topper’s voice travels up from downstairs and Rafe’s grip on your hair loosens as his thrusts abruptly stop. But you’re not having that, you start to bob your head up and down, giving his balls attention as you deep throat him.

“Baby - shit - I’m gonna cum down that slutty little throat, don’t stop.” You don’t, you suck him off like your life depends on it, drool dripping down his balls, down your chin, all over your tits. God, your tits, they’re bouncing so deliciously and you look so fucking hot with your mascara running down your eyes like that, it has his cock twitching in your mouth. His cum spurts down your throat and you swallow every drop. “That’s it, good girl, fuckin’ swallow that shit.”

“Where are you man? You better not be fucking with my sister again dude!” You hear Topper’s footsteps coming up the stairs and Rafe turns to lock the door.

“Yeaaah, it’s a little too late for that, Top.” Rafe chuckles as he grabs you by the hips and throws you on the bed causing you to giggle. “I suggest you fuck off if you don’t wanna hear her screaming my name though.”

“Dude!”

“Goodbye, Topper!! Get away from my fucking door!!” You hear him scoff before his footsteps recede back down the stairs.

“Now, where were we?” Rafe smirks at you while he wraps his hand around your throat. “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

#rafe #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #Dolly writes #Dolly’s 1.6k celebration

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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year

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Ex Friends with Benefits ch III

dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader x dark!Topper Thorton

Warnings: noncon, smut, threesome, drugging, drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, guilt tripping

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Rafe’s fingers tightened into fists at his side at the mention of your name, lip curling as he frowned. “No, she’s been avoiding me actually, Top.”

“Damn Rafe, I thought you two were finally getting closer,” Topper joked suggestively with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s just playing hard to get. You know how all those uptight rich bitches are. Can’t admit what they actually want,” Rafe replied bitterly and Topper laughed.

You flashed across his memory, the way you used to glance at him secretly when you were with others. How sometimes when you sat by each other while eating, he would trace his fingers across your bare thighs under the table and tease you in front of all of your friends, who were none the wiser to his touches.

Anger rose in him when he remembered the last time he had seen you, how you had told him you wanted a break. Yeah, fucking right.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what that meant.

You were done with him.

But there was no way in hell that Rafe was done with you.

“Well if I had to put money on it, I’d say she doesn’t want anything to do with you. I bet you finally scared her off with your fucking staring,” at that, Rafe whipped his head at Topper, glaring. But Topper only laughed. “Yeah, of course I noticed that shit too. You’re not exactly subtle, Rafe.”

The Kook king scoffed at that, venom thick in his voice when he hissed back, “You don’t know anything, Top.”

“Oh yeah? Try me, you know I always thought Y/N was sexy as hell,” the challenge in Topper’s voice was clear, and competitive bravado rose in Rafe’s chest.

A sick thought flashed across his mind. One that he couldn’t ignore.

If he really wanted, he could have you so god damn cock drunk you’d let Topper fuck you too.

Sure it might take a little extra liquid motivation, but that was never something you had shied away from.

And besides, Rafe was getting pissed at the fact that you had been ignoring his calls and texts.

How long were you planning on acting like he didn’t exist anymore?

It wasn’t right. You used to be his best friend, the two of you did everything together. He had spent so much time with you recently that he felt empty without you around.

And the fact that you could just break things off like it was nothing? Over one little mistake?

It made his blood fucking boil.

Rafe set up a line quickly, snorting it before he leaned back, expression stormy. He stared at the coke on the table, before his expression changed.

“You should invite her to your party this weekend, Top. I promise you, she’ll be all over both of us,” Rafe smirked, glancing at his friend as his plan came together in his head.

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You smiled at Topper as he returned with your second drink, some fruity concoction that tasted like there was a lot of rum in it.

“Thanks Topper!” You followed him through his house to the living room, snaking your way through his packed house.

You took another swig as you sat down on the couch, eyeing the array of drugs that were laid on the table before you.

“And you’re sure Rafe’s not gonna be here tonight?” You questioned the blond nervously as he sat beside you.

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him, the night he had pushed your boundaries too far for you comfort. You hadn’t talked with your friend since, too nervous to answer the phone or reach out to him first.

“Um, yeah he shouldn’t be here. But if he is, I’ll keep him away from you,” Topper winked and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.

You took another sip of your drink, already feeling tipsy, but the night was young and you wanted to get a little high too, so you asked Topper to set up a line for you.

You leaned over the table, snorting the (admittedly large) line

Sniffing, you rubbed under your nose to make sure you got all of it. You had never been one to back away from a challenge.

“Oh fuck, that was a lot,” you laughed as the head rush hit you hard.

“Do you wanna do another?” Topper asked you.

“Shit Top, slow down, gimme a second. You’re tryin to get me too fucked up,” the two of you laughed at your joke, Topper rolling his eyes, but your slight protest didn’t stop him from setting up two more lines.

You reclined against the couch, not surprised when Topper did the same beside you. You could feel the warmth of his leg and torso beside you, and you were surprised when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Is this okay, Y/N? I just get a bit cuddly when I’m high.” Your friend asked, and you hesitated for a second before nodding.

It was just Topper, you reasoned with yourself. He had been in love with Sarah Cameron for years. You knew that this was nothing more than innocent affection.

“Here, have more of your drink,” Topper shifted, reaching to the table to grab your cocktail before handing it to you.

“Ah thanks! I almost forgot about it.” You took a few gulps, enjoying the flavor of the drink Topper had made for you.

You were beginning to feel well past buzzed, the mix of coke and alcohol blurring your vision at the edges. The music in the house was loud, bass thumping against the walls and making your head hurt.

You realized that Topper was talking to you when you heard him repeat your name twice, his hand falling onto your thigh.

“Mm, what?” You turned your head towards him, and he drew closer.

“I said you look really good tonight, I like this dress,” he said, louder, eyes scanning over your body, and you blushed, cheeks hot from the alcohol and his compliment.

Topper was a good looking guy, you had to admit that, but the two of you had been friends for so long that you had never even really considered him in that light before, especially since he had been on and off with Sarah for so long.

“Oh, thanks.” You replied, glancing down at the tight dress you had picked out.

“Do you wanna do that second line now, Y/N?” Topper questioned as his hand began to draw circles on your lower thigh.

“Um, sure,” you answered, and Topper withdrew his hand, leaning over to snort his line first.

“You got it?” He asked, noticing that you were just staring at the line. Your head was swimming.

“Ugh, I don’t know, I feel pretty fucked up already,” you admitted, stumbling over your words already, and your friend frowned.

“C’mon, Y/N, just one more?” He challenged with a grin. “I already lined it up for you and everything.”

“Mmm alright,” you slurred,

This one stung more than the first, despite being smaller.

Your head was spinning, the cold drink in your hand was only only making it worse, and you could barely keep your head up.

“How do you feel?” Topper voice felt both distant and too loud, and you shook your head, leaning against your friend’s chest as you mumbled.

“I- I think I should lie down,” you felt dizzy, the lightheadedness confused you, how were you already this fucked up? You had only had two drinks, but you felt like you had had eight.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” The blond asked you and you nodded.

“Can you carry me?” You slurred, you didn’t think you could walk past the end of this room, much less up a flight of stairs to Topper’s room.

“Yeah I got you,” he stood up, bending over to scoop you into his arms before heading to his room.

You cuddled against his chest as he carried you, the drugs were making you feel strange, like you couldn’t remember exactly where you were or what you were doing.

He laid you down onto the bed, carefully removing your heels, and you groggily slurred out a thanks.

“Hold on one second,” he turned away before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text.

You felt comfortable in his large, plush bed but you were taken by surprise when you felt it shift under your friends weight.

You turned to meet his eyes, but he moved faster, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his as his mouth covered yours.

Your eyes shot open, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue pushed its way in, his hand gripping your chin and holding you in place.

Fear and confusion coursed through your body. Why was he doing this? You didn’t think anything of his compliments at the time, but looking back, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Had he been trying to get you as drunk as possible just to take advantage of you?

Your mind went blank when you felt his hand creeping under your dress, alarm bells ringing as he pushed the material up to your hips.

You shoved at him, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath.

“Top- mm- stop that-!” your anxious, mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears, his hands grabbing at you rougher when you talked back.

“Shh, Y/N, lighten up, stop being so uptight.” He mumbled as his lips found you neck, and you tensed up completely when you felt him slid your panties to the side before pushing a finger into you.

You gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath as tears came to your eyes when he pushed his second finger in.

To your horror you could feel yourself getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they curled inside you.

The conflicting feelings swirled inside you, the blur of pleasure and panic becoming confusing. Your body couldn’t help but respond to his touch, soft moans fell past your lips in between sobs.

“Shit,” Topper groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down, stroking himself as he fingered you, before pulling the digits out.

Your stomach dropped, heart pumping in terror as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“T-Topper,” you begged, tears falling past your lashes as your looked up at the blond. “P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking him, the inner turmoil of your mind clashing with the primal desires of your body.

For a moment, it seemed like he was conflicted, but resolution set on his face as he gazed into your fearful eyes.

You felt nauseous when he grabbed your legs, easily parting them and bending your knees towards your chest. You squirmed in his grip, but you were too sluggish to stop him.

Topper sunk into you, stretching you out inch by inch. You whined and he shushed you again, this time covering your mouth with his hand.

When his hips met yours, he groaned, voice trembling, “fuck Y/N, I really thought Rafe was exaggerating but I get why this pussy drives him so crazy.”

Your tears were falling much more freely now, his words barely registered in your ears, and you gasped against his hand when he snapped his hips against yours the first time.

It was getting harder to breathe, panic filling your lungs as Toppers hand blocked your mouth. You grabbed at his hand, scratching him and he groaned as he moved his hand from your mouth to your chest.

His hands fumbled with the top of your dress, batting away your hands as you weakly pushed at him before he pulled your tits free, roughly groping them as he fucked you.

There was a movement at the door, and your eyes flicked to the figure in the entryway, new found courage to escape imbuing you. Topper didn’t acknowledge the new person, not even pausing to see who it was.

Your excitement was short lived, transforming in to a sick fear when the man spoke.

“Got your text. I told you she was a good fuck. She’s such a slut, I bet she’s fucking dripping around you right now.”

Rafe’s voice was unmistakable, and when his word’s registered in his ears, you realized with a shock exactly what was happening.

They had laid a trap for you, and you had walked right into it.

“She feels amazing,” Topper groaned, fucking you harder now, cock driving into you at a feverish pace. The pleasure in your gut was beginning to build and to your horror, you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Off to the side, you heard Rafe’s shorts fall to the floor and when you turned your head, you could see him, hard and stroking himself at the sight of his friend taking advantage of you.

He neared the bed and you flinched when his hand tangled into your hair, turning you towards him as he guided himself to your mouth.

When you shook your head, he sighed in disappointment, his next words were cold, “open your mouth, Y/N. Or you’re not going to like it when I take my turn.”

Disgust swirled in your gut and tearfully, you resigned yourself, parting your lips and allowing him to push himself further into your mouth.

Topper groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into your hips harder and glancing down to watch your cunt stretch around him as he plunged his dick into you again and again.

“Fuuck,” Rafe hissed as he began to shift his hips, sliding his dick a bit deeper with every thrust. “I missed that pretty mouth you got, Y/N/N.”

Your stomach twisted at the familiar nickname, one that you hadn’t heard in weeks, as Rafe was the only one you had ever let call you that.

Topper’s cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars, toes curling and thighs trembling as you came. You moaned around the dick in your mouth, and the other blond groaned when you squeezed around him, a gush of wetness allowing him to slide into your cunt easier.

Your jaw ached, scalp burning as Rafe tugged your hair to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. You gagged when he pushed too far, but he was relentless, taking his revenge on you for keeping yourself away from him for so long.

When he pulled out to give you a breather your relief was slow lived, as Topper closed in, pressing more skin to yours, hands wandering and grabbing at you hungrily.

His pace crescendoed before he reached his peak, lips smothering yours as he groaned, fingers digging into your skin so hard when he came that you knew you would have bruises.

In your drug induced stupor, you finally realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom when he slowly pulled out and you could feel his sticky cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.

You breathed in shakily, still in a daze about what had just happened. You couldn’t meet Topper’s eyes.

“You’ve had your fun, get outta here, it’s my turn.”

Topper glared at Rafe, opening his mouth to argue, but his friend cut him off.

“Hey, who gave you the drugs in the first place? If I had let you do the dosing, she’d probably never wake up, dumbass,” Rafe snapped.

You felt nauseous again listening to their conversation, knowing that you had trusted Topper completely before tonight, and the idea that either of them would go this far made your head spin.

“Fine,” Topper relented finally, climbing off the bed without giving you a second glance as he grabbed his clothes and began pulling them back on. “And you’re sure she’s not gonna um… remember any of this, right?” He asked Rafe hesitantly.

“Yeah, we gave her a lot already. She’s not gonna remember a thing,” Rafe leaned over his abandoned shorts, grabbing a baggie and a card from his pocket before spilling a little out onto the card. You heard the door close as Topper walked out, leaving you alone and at Rafe’s mercy.

He brought the card to you, helping you sit up and bringing it under your nose as he covered one of your nostrils. You tried to move your head away, but he held you in place, forcing you to take more of what you now weren’t so sure was just coke.

The head rush made you feel dizzy and heavy, and you knew that this time it would be even harder to fight back.

Rafe pushed you back onto the bed, easily batting your arms away as you protested weakly.

“R-Rafe!” Begging did little to deter him. If anything, your pleas seemed to goad him on, relishing the fact that you were so terrified of him.

The blond pushed your legs open, guiding himself between them. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and you shuddered.

“You know, Y/N/N, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so patient. I made one mistake.” He sneered, voice bitter as he spat the words out.

Rafe forced himself into you, and you yelped at the feel, tears stinging your eyes. His large hand snaked around your throat, squeezing as he slowly filled you to the hilt.

“I have always fucking been there for you. But you threw me out like I was nothing.” The blond seethed. “Like- like the past eight years of our friendship didn’t mean anything to you.”

“P-Please-” you choked out, toes curling at the all too familiar feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He was like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough of you, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.

When he snapped his hips against yours, his pace was brutal and punishing. He was choked you harder now, to the point that you were afraid you might pass out.

You felt like you had been trapped in Topper’s room for hours, the drugs and adrenaline coursing through you made everything feel confusing. Every touch was intensified, like electricity over your skin, the feelings of pleasure and disgust mingling together to the point where you could barely tell them apart.

Rafe’s lips covered yours, sliding against them as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The feeling was repulsive, all too reminiscent of the many times the two of you had secretly hooked up before.

But this time everything was wrong.

His lips trailed to your neck, hot kisses planted at the spots he knew were the most sensitive. You tried to stifle your gasps of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Rafe knew exactly how your body worked. He had explored every inch until he had each curve memorized, he couldn’t forget you if he tried.

“I wanted you to be my girl, Y/N/N,” he confessed, pain and anger flashing in his darkened eyes.

Your eyes widened at his words, you knew that he had reacted awfully when you tried to break it off, but you had never suspected that Rafe had ever seen you as anything more than best friends who fooled around occasionally.

“It didn’t have to come to this,” he said, as if he genuinely believed that you were in the wrong.

You let out a choked moan when you felt him pressing against your clit, swirling the tender bud as he pounded into you.

The combination of his thick cock sliding into you with the stimulation on your tender bud had you seeing stars. Your toes curled and you bit down on your lip to stifle your moan as you came around him.

Your legs were trembling, pussy twitching and squeezing Rafe’s cock as he fucked you through your high, tears coursing down your cheeks in shame.

“Oh fuck, are you actually coming right now??” He laughed mockingly, a sick pride flashing across his face. “You’re so fucking pathetic, do you have any clue how goddamn wet you are right now?”

You couldn’t respond, brain so fried by the feelings of his dick pushing into you that you could only mewl helplessly, each sound punctuated with the snap of his hips.

He was fucking you frantically now, growling under his breath as you choked his cock, your fingernails gripping his arms to steady yourself.

You were caught off guard when you came again, tightening around him, and crying out his name.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the feeling, hips stuttering as he thrust into you deeper than before, groaning when he came, and you whimpered as you felt him filling you up with his cum.

He was panting, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You turned your head when you felt him get closer, but he cupped your cheek, allowing himself to press his forehead to yours.

Rafe kissed you softly, much more tenderly than before, but knowing the feelings behind the action made your stomach twist, the innocent kiss tainted by the weight of what he had just done.

“You were mine a long time before you knew you were, and I’m not going to let you just throw that away. This friendship isn’t over until I say it is.”

#ex friends with benefits #rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron noncon #dark rafe cameron #dark!topper thornton #rafe cameron x reader #topper thorton x reader #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron smut

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kiefbowl · 4 months

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I watched a reel on insta of this gay guy reviewing target's pride merch this year, and it was pretty funny. it was amusing. well anyway, in the comments, one of the creators was being sassy about what he said about her product. okay...like I get it, it's your design but the guy was clearly lampooning targets cowardice and consumerism, but anyway. I clicked her page. she called herself a queer artist, it was unclear what exactly about herself she identified as queer. she did have she/her in her bio. fine, again whatever. and she had lots of posts about how target essentially screwed her and other artists, because she had actually designed like 16 things for them, and they were only selling two, and this had happened to a lot of artists because of the protest last year. all fair, I'm angry with her.

okay but then she had a reel showing some of the shit she designed and a lot of it revolved around fruit and the literal word fruity. she had designed a sweatshirt with cute fruit that had the word FRUITY on it. Hello????????? I mean yeah, the crux of axing most of the pride merch was to try to play both sides of wacko conservatives consumers and lgbt consumers, but maybe a large chain department store isn't willing to manufacture cutesy pejoratives. Maybe the target board doesn't care if it's "okay" on twitter by online tweens, maybe they are sensible to the fact that it wouldn't be well received by either of their markets they're trying to talk out of both sides of their mouth to, and don't want to sit on 40,000 units of "fruity" sweatshirts in a month's time dear lord

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sugaflake · 1 year

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Poison | myg [m]

One.

Summary: A dark stranger with an even darker secret crosses your path.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 4312

A/N: The biggest thank you has to go my best friend, @jeonsjiddies for always encouraging and pushing me to write. This has been the first fic I’ve actually put out and posted out of the countless ideas I’ve rambled off to her and stored away. Her fic Toxic is ultimately what sparked this idea - please go read it, it’s amazing. She’s my forever beta reader and editor, and I can’t thank her enough <3

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, degradation, fingering, handjob, exhibitionism, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, cream pie, piercings (male genatalia), porn with *some* plot, dirty talk, dom!yoongi, rough sex

“You need to actually get out and meet some new people. You need to get out of this musty-ass apartment.” Your best friend since childhood, Morgan, and the biggest pain in your ass right now threw open the curtains in your bedroom, allowing some natural light to stream in. “And when was the last time you showered?”

“No, I don’t want to,” you whined as you threw yourself back against the pillows, pulling the covers over your face, “I’m perfectly fine in my musty-ass apartment with my pain in the ass friend who just let herself in, rude by the way, and I showered yesterday, not that it’s of any concern of yours.”

Morgan ripped the covers from the bed and off of your face.

“You never do, not anymore. Not since your breakup.”

You shot her a glare. You wanted to say something, you opened your mouth to, but quickly closed it before pulling your knees to your chest and buried your head there. You didn’t want to look at how depressing or destroyed your room looked. No longer did it share memories of you and your boyfriend. No longer did it have any warmth or love. All it harbored now was loss, angst, ripped pictures and T-shirts, and lost echoes of remembrance. You felt the bed shift as Morgan took a seat beside you, pulling you into a hug. “Y/N, I know your breakup with Minho has been really hard on you.”

“Yeah, easy for you to say. Jimin would never cheat on you.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” You looked up at her, eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“The point is, you need to try and put it behind you. I know it’s hard. It’s not going to be easy, but you’ve got to try.”

“I don’t want to. I’ll just die alone and lonely. I’ll never find someone or be like you and Jimin.”

“You’re right,” she said with a little laugh, “you won’t be like me and Jimin. You’ll be like you and whoever you find. You’re you and I’m me. Besides, you like all that weird kinky shit, you need someone who can satiate that weird,” she waved her hands in your general direction, trying to find the right words, “whatever it is you’ve got going on in that funky-ass brain of yours.”

You both laughed.

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” she said as she got up and headed to the closet, throwing the doors open.

“I suppose.” You watched your best friend rifle through your closet looking for the skimpiest thing possible to wear. “So where exactly are you wanting to drag me off to?”

“There’s this new club that’s downtown! It’s apparently really exclusive and it’s really hard to get into. Jimin knows the owner, so he managed to get us in!”

“Of course he does and of course he did.”

Jimin was right, this new club wasn’t like any of the others you’d been to. It definitely was more high class than any of the ones you’d ever visited. The name, Venom, seemed to clash with the vibe the club was trying to go for, but was likely just right for the seedy underbelly type of people that would frequent.

You leaned into the large cushions of the booth you’d been thrown into by Morgan and Jimin, fruity drink in hand. You sighed as you watched the two blissfully and drunkenly grind each other senseless on the dance floor, not a care in the world. You pulled your phone from your clutch and went straight to Minho’s Instagram page. Your heart sank as you scrolled through the images of him looking happy, arm looped around another girl’s waist. The girl he’d been cheating on you with. The girl you stupidly believed was “just a friend”. There was a part of you that wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry. But there was also a part of you that wanted to set his house on fire with him and that little bitch inside of it.

Groaning, you downed your drink, about ready to wave the waiter down for another one. As much as you didn’t want to really be at the club, at least Jimin managed to get you guys in the VIP section with unlimited drinks you didn’t have to pay for. If you were going to be forced to be here watching your best friend and her boyfriend be gross and not think about your stupid ex and his stupid bitch, you weren’t going to be sober.

Yoongi leaned against the bar, swirling his whiskey in his glass, eyes scanning the room. He didn’t see what the big deal about this club was. It seemed like every other club he’d ever been to. Bored assholes with too much money bribing their way in, drugs on their lips and in their veins, cocks hard for drunk girls who can barely stand up.

He watched as couples humped each other drunkenly, stumbled across the floor, and made their way to private rooms. It was all typical behavior.

Except for one.

One girl caught his attention. One girl with curls falling down her bare shoulders. A girl sitting by herself looking as though she were absolutely miserable and waiting for the ground to swallow her whole.

Yoongi downed his whiskey and motioned for another one before he slowly walked a little closer, tilting his head to the side, watching the girl scroll through her phone.

“Stupid fucking piece of shit,” she seethed, continuing to scroll, “she’s not that pretty… I mean I guess she is, but whatever. I hope you’re fucking happy, you douchebag and little bitch. I could just fucking… ngghh!”

She threw her phone back in her bag, chugging the pink drink the waiter had just given her. A smirk crept across Yoongi’s lips. ‘Now she seems like she could be some fucking fun.’

Dark eyes continued to watch the girl as she sat alone. His eyes traced over the small tattoos that littered her shoulders, He continued to wait a little while longer to see if anyone would join her. He could tell she hadn’t come alone, having spotted another purse. After several minutes of no one joining her, Yoongi decided to take this opportunity to make a move.

Your eyes scanned the dance floor, having totally lost your friends somewhere in the haze of lights, fog, and music. Your head started to feel a little fuzzy after the last watermelon margarita you deep throated in negative three seconds. So far the night was a bust. Your friends had abandoned you to be horny teenagers, which you couldn’t blame them (even though you wanted to). You’d wasted a clean pair of clothes and a shower. You honestly were ready to call it quits and crawl back into your bed in your musty-ass apartment.

Just as you were resigning yourself to gather your shit and go - a hot, scratch that, a very hot tattooed man with piercings, dark hair and dark eyes slid into the booth beside you. “I think you might be at the wrong table.”

“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth. His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “I saw you from over at the bar. You looked bored.”

“I got ditched by horny love birds,” you rolled your eyes with a withering smile.

“We love that.”

“No we don’t,” you laughed as you tucked some hair behind your ear.

The man with dark hair leaned close to your ear, his dark hair falling in his eyes, “why don’t we ditch your horny love birds and make our own fun?”

He wrapped his arm around the back of the booth, ringed fingers lightly touching the skin of your shoulders. The sultriness of his voice and the heat of his touch caused you to shiver once more. And that wasn’t the only thing beginning to shiver. You cleared your throat and crossed one leg over the other. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”

A smirk crept across his lips, exposing his gums. He reached his other hand over and began slowly drifting lazy figure eights with his fingers up your bare leg, slowly working his way from up your knee to your thigh. Your cheeks began to feel warm, and it wasn’t too long after a waiter came by and dropped off six shot glasses of varying colors, filled to the brim. He leaned in close again, planting his lips by your ear, “I’m sure you’re a smart enough kitten to figure that out,” he cooed, licking his lips.

The tip of his tongue grazed the curve of your ear and you leaned into him with another shiver, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep the moan that threatened to escape. He was warm and fuck did he smell good. You cleared your throat once more and reached out and touched one of the shot glasses, trying to focus on anything besides the growing heat between your legs.

Had it really been that long since you’d had any physical touch since your breakup? You’d tried to recall, not even remembering you having the willpower to please yourself. ‘Depressing.’

The dark haired stranger reached his long tatted arm out and pointed at the shots. “Three for you, three for me.”

Your eyes looked at the varying colors of the glasses. You weren’t always a fan of shots. You always managed to pick the nastiest, most bitter ones.

“What are they?”

“This one’s Strawberry Starburst,” okay, sounds fruity, you didn’t mind the sound of that, “this one’s Buttery Nipple,” it had a thick layer of cream on top, surely it was good, “and this one’s a Wet Pussy.”

Your eyes widened, flicking up to meet his. He looked down at you hungrily, dark hair covering his face, wicked grin creeping across his lips. That was all it took for your core to tighten.

“So what do you say, kitten? Have some shots and some fun with me.”

You stared at him for a long moment, the sounds of the club fading away briefly. This wasn’t the type of girl you normally were. You liked to build and take things at a decent pace. But he - whoever the hell he was - swooped in like a raven in the night and knocked that wall down. Jesus Christ on roller skates he was hot as hell. And it had been so long.

Fuck it.

“So ho-“

“Yes,” you cut him off before he could finish. Fuck it. You wanted this. You needed this. Maybe it would help you get out of your little funk and you could go back to living a normal life.

“Well all right, then.” The dark haired stranger pulled the first pink shot glass towards the both of you. He wrapped his veiny hand around the small glass and slightly lifted it from the table, waiting for you to do the same. Your heart pounded in your chest, as you took the same shot in hand.

“Bottoms up,” he said, bringing the glass to his lips.

You had no idea just how literal that term would become.

The fruity alcohol sent a warm heat down your throat as you kicked back the first shot. It was good, better than expected. Without much prompting, you grabbed the second glass and waited for the stranger to do the same.

“Eager little one, aren’t you?”

You clenched your legs together a little tighter, your cheeks heating once more. You both had your shots in hand, each tossing them back like the first. The second shot tasted even better than the first, and a wobbly heat began to come over you, settling in your legs.

You looked up at the stranger, sweat damp curls pinning to your neck. “You seem more eager than me, plying me with drinks.”

You could tell you were slurring ever so slightly, the words leaving your lips at a slow pace. You could handle your alcohol somewhat decently, but the addition of three strong shots one right after another would be the tipping point.

A sultry, deep growl washed over you as the stranger slightly traced his tongue along the shell of your ear, “don’t start something you know you can’t finish, kitten.” He ever so lightly grazed his lips against your neck, only causing the pesky throbbing between your legs to strengthen.

He pulled the third and final shot glass towards you. He wrapped his large calloused fingers around yours and brought the purple drink to your lips. “This kitten,” he cooed, pressing his lips to your neck once more, “this is how I’m going to leave you.”

FUCK.

He ran the sticky rim of the glass against your bottom lip with one hand, while the other slowly snaked its way to just beneath the hem of your skirt. Your breath hitched, catching in your throat. Some of the drink dribbled down your chin and chest. “Such a messy little girl you are,” he chided with a smirk. He moved his hand from the hem of your skirt to wipe the alcohol from your chest before popping his fingers in his mouth, “mmm, sweet.”

“Mmnf…” you whined as you clenched your shaking legs as close as they could get, rubbing them together to get some mild semblance of relief. Who the fuck was this guy, and what the fuck had he done to you in such a short amount of time? You clenched your free hand into a fist, nails digging into the soft flesh of your palm. Your chest rose heavily as you took a ragged breath. It took all the self restraint you had from shoving his hand between your legs right then and there.

Fuck it.

You grabbed his hand and pulled it back towards the direction of your skirt, pushing it beneath the fabric and slowly towards your now dripping core. Your eyes desperately searched his begging for his touch. You were sitting in the middle of a busy nightclub with a random stranger all but tipsy on however many drinks you’d had previously, two shots and one more to go with his hand you’d shoved up your skirt, begging for him to finger you and you absolutely didn’t fucking care. Heat and hunger radiated through your body as you looked down at the strained but clearly thickly tented erection growing beneath the tight black jeans.

The dark headed stranger swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, that damned sexy smirk appearing once more as he lightly ran his middle finger up the once dry lace. “You really are a messy little girl, aren’t you?” He pulled his hand away once more, the action extracting a mewling whine you hated yourself for making. He licked the wetness from his finger, “I’m not sure what’s sweeter, the drink or you.”

You squirmed beneath him, feeling like you might explode at this point if you don’t get something - anything. For the briefest of moments, your ex came to mind. Not once in the four years of your relationship had he managed to reduce you to a whimpering withering mess without even touching you like this random stranger had.

“Please…” you whined, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, your nose falling into the crook of his neck. The smell of him absolutely intoxicated you. The faint smell of cigarettes lingered on his breath and clothes mixed with a cologne that had a biting freshness and some kind of animal sensuality that you were finding very hard to resist. Morgan always said you were gross for liking the smell of cigarettes, but you didn’t care. You loved it. You breathed deep, dying to sink your teeth into the vein that throbbed.

A deep, throaty laugh escaped the stranger as he lifted your chin with his finger. He leaned in close, eyes level with yours. Your pupils were blown wide, chest heaving, legs practically wide open for the entire club to see. “Good girls finish their drinks first.”

In the haze, you’d all but forgotten the last shot that left sticky remnants on your lips and down your chest. You nodded like the good girl you were and bit your bottom lip. You looked at the glass that he still held. The purple liquid taunted you, your head already dizzy. Honestly thinking you wouldn’t have the strength to hold the glass, you stupidly parted your lips, eyes stuck on his.

“Mm, yes, that’s a really good little girl.” He pressed the glass to your lips and tipped it back, pouring the sweet liquid down your throat. You leaned your head back some to swallow, eyes never leaving him. He curled his lips into a wicked snarl exposing his teeth and gums that left a devastating pang to your already tightly wound core. He picked up his shot and knocked it back with ease, tossing the glass on the table.

His lips enveloped yours, tongue fiercely pushing its way in. The taste of alcohol washed over you as you sucked on his tongue desperately, whining into his mouth. Without warning, he slipped his hand beneath your skirt, past the ruined panties and straight into your soaking heat. You gasped in his mouth from the sudden touch, but definitely wasn’t prepared for the feel of two very strong fingers pushing their way in. He gagged you with his tongue, pumping his calloused fingers in and out with a harshness you weren’t used to but desperately craved.

Your body shook as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto you, blocking you further from any prying eyes. But at this point, you honestly didn’t care. This stranger could splay you out for all to see and you’d be perfectly fine with it.

He pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva pulling between the two of you, “you like this, don’t you, kitten? You like that I can get you off and so wet with all these people watching. You like the fact that I got you off and didn’t even touch you, you little slut.”

Your whine was a little louder this time, your entire body shaking. You planted your face into his neck again, fingers making a mad grab for the arms of his tank top.

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Sir… Yes sir!” you croaked as you pulled your hands from his top, trying to cover your embarrassment with your arms.

“Nah.” With his free hand, he pulled your hands from your face and over your head, “I know you like this, you little exhibitionist. I know you like the idea of me fingering you into submission right here in this booth.”

You hated the fact that he was right. You hated the fact that this was turning you on in a major way. What sort of witchcraft had this stranger performed on you to make you such a whimpering little simp? You were never like this with Minho or any other boyfriends for that matter. This was never something you’d imagine ever doing. But right now, there was a dark excitement that filled you, and you absolutely were living for it.

A few more rough pumps and you were practically screaming, shaking, convulsing almost, hips bucking into his hand and riding the wave of white hot euphoria that washed over you. The only saving grace being the loud music cutting the two of you off from the rest of the club.

You tried to steady your breathing as you shifted in your seat, cum dripping from your soaking cunt and ruined panties. You looked at the abandoned glasses littered on the table many toppled over from your greedy fit of needing to be touched. Your eyes turned back to face the dark haired stranger. He smirked, popping the fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth and sucking on them. Yet another whine escaped you while you watched him. You’d have assumed you’d be spent at this point, but some kind of hunger had been awakened in you, and you needed more. Shaky hands pawed at him as he pulled his fingers from his mouth.

“What?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side. Knowing full well what you wanted and needed. You bit your bottom lip and glanced down at his growing erection that was just dying to be released. You yourself were dying to know what else was in store for you. One of your hands slid to the bulge and you lightly squeezed it, keeping your eyes on him for his reaction. The guttural moan that left him was all it took to invite you for another squeeze, this one a little rougher than the last. “Remember what I said, kitten. Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he growled as he bit the side of your neck.

“I’ll be a good girl…”

That was all it took to yank you from the booth and harshly and quickly pull you towards the bathroom, your bag with your fucking phone and keys completely forgotten. The only thing on your mind was where he was leading you. You watched as one guy came out of the single use bathroom and shoved the other guy who had been waiting out of the way. “Move.”

You tried to not make eye contact with him as the stranger pulled you into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. His mouth immediately crashed into yours, your back roughly being pushed against the door with a thud.

Your hands scrambled, trying to make quick work of the belt that held his pants tightly around his toned waist. He pulled away from you just enough to unbutton and unzip his jeans, sliding them and the dark gray boxer briefs partially down his thighs. His cock sprang up against his stomach, precum seeping from the swollen head. It was soft and pale like him, but long, thick, and veiny. The one thing you hadn’t expected was that it was pierced. Three horizontal bars consisting of a frenum ladder. Your mouth dropped open for a second. That would be a new experience.

“Like what you see?” Your only answer was a nod before your hand immediately found purchase around the trunk of his cock, dragging your hand up and down, using the friction to your advantage as more precum dribbled down the sides. “Ff-fuck,” he growled, one of his hands twining through your curls.

Core instantly throbbing, you pumped your hand several more times before moving your hand and all too gently tracing your finger down the length of his fully erect cock. It was your turn to smirk this time, but you were stupid for thinking you had the upper hand. You should’ve known better.

“Oh, no, no. Dirty little girls like you don’t get to be in charge.” Reaching his hand between your legs, the stranger ripped the lacy panties in half at the crotch with absolute ease. The fabric flapped uselessly by your thighs, cum dribbling from your cunt. You opened your mouth to say something but were cut off by his hands wrapping themselves under your ass cheeks and lifting you to just above his eye level. “Bad little girls have to be punished for thinking they’re too big for their britches… or lack thereof.”

That wicked, wicked smirk plastered across his lips once more as he rammed his hard dick deep into your wet pussy, using the door at your back to his advantage.

You yelped, grabbing onto his back for support, nails digging into his bare shoulders. With the music muffled from the bathroom, your squelching sounds were much easier to hear, and it would’ve almost embarrassed you were you not being thrown into a stupor. Your back rammed into the door as he pounded into you and your legs wrapped around his waist, one heel falling from your foot from the intensity.

“I-I nnff…!” You bit onto his shoulder, feeling yourself tighten around his cock. With each movement, you felt the bars effortlessly slide along the sides of your walls, making it very hard for you to last much longer.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled in your ear, “show daddy how good your little slut cunt can be…”

You shuttered as one last drag and pound of his cock was all it took to throw you over the edge, creaming down the length of him. He took your mouth in his and kissed you through his own wave, bucking against you as he shot his load into you. He pulled himself from you, leaving you a dripping, wet mess with your ass and pussy exposed to the open air. You whined as you the felt the balls of the piercings slide from you, leaving you empty.

“What a pretty little mess you are,” he cocked his eyebrow, licking his lips as he lowered you back to your feet. You stumbled for a second or two as you tried to gather yourself and quickly put your dropped heel back on your bare foot. Your core ached with overstimulation, but was so desperately begging for more. The stranger tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans, pulling them back over his hips and buttoning himself back in.

Like that, his conquest was over and he was about to turn on his heel and leave, but you reached your hand out and grabbed his, pulling him back. “Wait…” His dark eyes looked your face over as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes even in your heels. “Take me with you.”

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abstractgirlobject · 9 months

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noBODY is pressuring ANYONE to be a Transfem!

Hi, so I live in the real world where everyone hates transfems. I've had a streak of sleeping with multiple cis boys, whom, after hooking up with them, realized they were actually girls. Did I MAKE them trans somehow? At no point did I tell them they HAD to be girls. I did what I thought was right and let them figure it out on their own. I told them it was a possibility but truly only they can know whether or not they are.

So then why do I keep seeing people talking about how there's a group of transfems out there MAKING poor GNC cis boys into girls? I was not invited into this group, when I probably have more than enough qualifications. You see when I hear people talk about that, I think about something similar I heard about how transgenders are going to make your children trans and somehow destroy America with this Excess of Power over others that this very marginalized and targeted group somehow has. And then it clicked, this group of highly organized dangerous transgenders not only doesn't exist, it's also exactly what the right is constantly fearmongering about.

You see when I think about my experience as an egg, because I'm harsher on myself than I am to others, I just end up screaming at my former self YOU'RE A GIRL TAKE THE ESTROGEN HONEY. when in reality little egg me didn't know yet and saying that wouldn't have helped her. What I'm NOT saying with this post is that anyone who's actually forcing eggs to transition before they're ready is at all justified in doing that. I'm not the type to she/her cis boys i think might be fruity enough to be eggs. (unless they want me to in bed.) I just think its odd how much this egg discourse lines up with what I was told by people when i was figuring out my gender.

"you can just be a boy who wears dresses and makeup. you can just be a femboy. you can just be a GNC cis boy. You can just be a boy. you just are a boy. You are a boy. Don't pretend you're not."

This is pressure to be cis that has masked itself under sounding more progressive. Y'know, the kind of stuff you hear in conversion therapy. Why are you so scared I'm going to take your femboys away from you? Why is allowing more transfems to realize who they are via a funny meme a bad thing? Why is more t-girls a bad thing? The longer this conversation goes on the more it sounds like the same old shit, people hating transfems for having some kind of power they don`t have, and blaming them for intracommunity discourse when the real problem is how many people actually hate us.

There are two ways to end this, either you accept that you have some unconscious biases and you can reevaluate your stance while I can accept that not every trans girl is an angel and some of them may get a little excited and pressure eggs to crack early instead of letting them incubate like they're supposed to.

Or you try to get rid of transfems because clearly they're the problem here.

fuck off

#long post #egg discourse #transmisogyny #magenta #transfem

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polka-popia · 4 months

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Worth it (Part 2/4)

(A Huskerdust story)

An AU where Husk has had enough of watching Angel's abuse go down from the sidelines and challenges Val to a game. Winner gets a new soul...

Warning(s): Mentions of Abuse, Suggested SA, Cursing, Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending though...

Author's Note: Now, this is based off of an idea by "Maddie's Minis" on Tiktok. It sounded too good to pass up writing. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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**EARLIER THAT NIGHT**

Click.

The door was locked.

The sexy and sultry smile Angel had given to his fellow co-stars and camera crew could know drop from his face. With a deep breath, Angel was now left to his own devices. And all he wanted was his pig, and maybe a grumpy cat too...

Slowly sliding the red wig off his head and dropping it to the floor, Angel focused more on looking clean than anything else. Husk would never say it, but Angel knew he had a really good sense of smell. And coming back drenched in the scent of sweat, sex, and... Whatever else those damn hellhounds had left on him, didn’t exactly scream ‘put together’ material.

And how old was Angel anyways? 9? Why was bringing up what happened on his birthday so damn hard for him? He woke up in Husk’s arms, head pressed against his chest where he could actually hear a heartbeat.

No way the cold drunk actually had a heart, right? Wrong! Cause he did! Angel could feel it, count along with it, try and match his heartbeat to it...

The door was locked…

But in the next moment, a figure appears behind Angel in the mirror as he’s cleaning his face of all the heavy makeup.

“Angel, baby...”

Angel stiffens instantly but tries not to show the difference as he sets the wash rag down. He turns instantly to face Val, his third arm slowly reaching for the robe that was once tossed carelessly to the floor so that he could fully clean himself in the mirror.

Val’s eyes instantly narrow a bit. “Shy, mi amor? Nothing I haven’t seen before...” He teases a bit as Angel wraps the sheer pink robe around himself.

“Your hours are over. It’s my time now. So, yeah. I’ll stay covered.” Angel mutters as he stares up at the man whose height once made him feel safe...

God, Angel was an idiot…

Val clenches his jaw, but quickly relaxes his face. “Angie, honey, how long will you make me suffer before you stop this?” He asks instead, pouting as he moves a bit closer to Angel who steps back a bit but tries to stand his ground.

“I was bad, I know that now. I’ve changed. The thought of losing you… Has made me change.” Val says and Angel stares up at him with a hard glare.

Did that shit really used to work on him?!

Angel shakes his head. “Val. I’ve gotta go. Charlie… Charlie’s got a strict curfew.” He lies swiftly as he moves away from the moth man and grabs his normal clothes from the drawer to change into. Fuck this. He’d just wash up at the hotel…

“This is why you shouldn’t have left, Angel, baby. A curfew?! We’re in hell!” Val laughs as Angel focuses on getting dressed. Val’s smile fades into a hard glare slowly as he realizes Angel’s no longer listening.

“Do you know… What I loved the most about you?” He finally asks and Angel wraps his lower arms around himself as his upper arms focus on grabbing his things from the nightstand.

That damn door was locked.

But in one quick motion, Val’s hand grips Angel’s shoulder hard and turns him around to face him. “It was your love. Oh, Angel, you loved so good. A natural, really. I knew the first time I had you, your skills had to be shared with the rest of hell. Face it, Angel, you can be so… Sweet...” Val whispers, arms snaking around Angel’s slim waist to pull him in closer.

On instinct, Angel drops the phone in his hand to place it on Val’s chest, wanting far from his scent of cheap cigarettes and fruity perfume from his arm candies.

“Val...” Angel warns quietly, looking up at him. He wasn’t above fighting the taller man off anymore...

Val ignores the warning, hand slowly going to the gold chain around the spider’s neck. He squints his eyes a bit before looking back at Angel. “After every shoot… When it was just us... Do you remember what you’d tell me?” Val asks softly.

“Are we done here?” Angel guesses flatly, trying not to remember the old times. The times where he felt seen by Val. Loved by him even...

“No no. You’d say that they get Angel Dust, but only I can have Anthony. How romantic of you. Made me feel so special. I got this side of you that no one else could see…” Val smirks smugly as Angel tries to move out of his grasp again, but Val shoves him up against the nearest wall.

“But now…” Val growls a bit, moving down to be face to face with his best talent. “You’re giving me Angel Dust. Who gets to see Anthony, hm? Who’s better than me?” Val whispers as he plays with the chain more, twirling it between his fingers so it tightens around Angel’s throat.

It’s just as tight as those damn chains...

“Anyone!” Angel grunts in anger, voice slightly shaky as he shoves back on the more dominating frame, and Val looks at him with no expression on his face and that’s the scariest thing Angel has ever seen…

The door was locked.

Yet Val was here. And he was mad. In one swift motion, he back hands Angel to the floor before kicking him hard in the face. The pain, the ringing in his ears, the numbness, it’s all normal for Angel.

‘Fuck him. He’ll leave now...’ Angel thinks to himself as he wipes the blood from his nose, struggling to get himself to sit up.

But Val doesn’t leave.

A hand slides between Angel’s hair on his head, gripping on tight and lifting him up by it. “Ah! Fuck! Val!” Angel shouts as he squirms, but Val is too strong, dragging him out to the balcony as Angel uses his top arms to try and pry Val’s hand from his hair and his lower ones look for something to hold on to. To keep him from being dragged outside in just his blazer and boots, but it’s all no use.

“You made me feel special. And now you plan to throw me away? Make someone else feel what I did? No. No, I’ll kill you before I let that happen.” Val snarls, grabbing Angel up by his neck as soon as they’re on the balcony. Effortlessly, Val picks him up by his neck and holds him over the balcony railings.

“Shit! No! No! H-Hey, Va-Val! Fuck! Stop!” Angel tries fast in a panic, seeing nothing but his own reflection in Val’s glasses. “Help! Help!” Angel shouts as best as he can when he realizes he won’t be able to reason with this crazy man. But the hand around his neck just clamps tighter. Angel’s top hands try to pry it off of him while his lower ones look for anything to hold on to, trying to reach the railing bars but he’s too far out…

The fucking door was locked!

So how did Angel find himself dangling about 800 feet in the air? Panicked, he looks towards the cameras located on every corner in this room.

There was one time where Val lost his shit, throwing things sporadically around the room and Vox had to come in to calm him down. Maybe he’d pop in again! Maybe he’d see Val hanging his favorite toy off the balcony and come rushing in! Remind Val that Angel was their biggest money maker. Remind Val that this would just look bad for the Vees if anyone saw this!

But as Angel made eye contact with the many cameras in his room, he watched as they all mechanically swerved away from the sight in front of them. Slow and purposeful.

Angel was on his own.

“Val. Don’t… don’t do this...” Angel pants out, feeling lightheaded and it could be from the fear, the choking, or maybe just the climate hitting him all the way up here.

“Do you still love me?” Val asks calmly and Angel clenches his jaw. Maybe he would survive a fall like this, actually… No! No.

He nods his head, hoping that’ll be enough for Val. “No! Say it. I need to hear you say it...” Val orders and Angel squeaks when Val loosens his grip.

“I love you! I-I love you... I still love you. You, Val. Only you.” Angel stammers fast. Val pauses in surprise. Like how someone does when they leave flowers for themselves to surprise themselves.

“You do? Still?” Val asks, his other hand touching his heart as if honored by the words he’s forcing out of Angel.

“Still! Still… A-And forever. I love you.” Angel agrees fast. Val pulls him back on to the balcony and Angel wants to kiss solid ground in that moment, but instead, his lips are met with Val’s. The kiss is sloppy and full of far too much tongue.

The fucking door was never locked…

And that’s why Val can hold his body right. Can kiss him passionately. Val pulls away and with a quick flick of his hand the necklace around Angel’s neck is ripped off and tossed off the balcony like it’s scrap. And it takes physically biting his tongue to keep him from objecting this.

Val’s hand grabs Angel’s face, making him look up at him, a wide grin sliding along his moth face. “I’ve missed you. My Anthony…” Val whispers before kissing him again.

And Angel has never felt more suffocated…

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**THE NEXT MORNING**

Angel wakes with a start, usual fluffy fur matted with sweat. Looking around, he finds himself laying in Husk’s bed smelling of the usual thick scent of pine and bourbon. Husk was nowhere to be found though. Angel sighs. He was safe now. Far from that tower, far from Val.

With another deep breath to steady himself, Angel takes a second to shut his eyes. To really feel his surroundings. And in the next moment… It’s all gone. All the fear, all the pain, all the worry. He’s fucking Angel Dust! What’s he got to be panicked about?!

Hopping out of bed, Angel tangles himself in a bed sheet and then heads off to the door, cracking it open and peeking out. Nobody in sight. Quickly, Angel scurries from Husk’s room, finding his own and opening the door fast, finding Fat Nuggets waiting for him on the other side.

The pig squeals happily at the sight of his owner, making Angel scoop him up. “Nugs! Mornin baby. Daddy’s sorry he didn’t come to bed last night. Things were… iffy.” Angel mutters and the pet’s joyful manner switches to concern very fast at seeing the frown on his best friend’s face.

Last night had been rough. And for an addict like Angel… it was a bit too much. But he didn’t use alcohol, and he didn’t use drugs… Angel used Husk.

Was it right? No.

Did it feel good to at least replace the feeling of Val’s sliminess with Husk’s soft fur? Yes.

Angel pets Fat Nuggets softly before sighing, just wanting to forget about last night altogether. “Let’s get a bath goin...” He says softly, just wanting to make today normal…

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Today was not normal.

Alastor’s gaze trails along Husk’s frame, smile never leaving his face. “You’re serious.” He notes finally, voice always cheerful. “You came to bother me during my breakfast to tell me you want to challenge another overlord...” Alastor continues, smile somehow growing at the statement, as if finding that funny. Husk glares at the demon whose owned his soul for the last… who knows how many years now...

“I’m gonna do it no matter what you say to me. This wasn’t for no damn permission. This was a heads up.” Husk finally says. Alastor’s eyes narrow, smile still unmoving however as he sets his fork and knife down now.

“Why challenge him and not me?” Alastor finally asks, voice sounding curious.

“Because I ain’t got a plan if I beat you. But Angel does. He’s trynna get redeemed. Get out of here. And when I win-“ Alastor cuts him off.

“If.” He corrects smugly.

Husk growls lowly.

“When.” Husk snarls, much to Alastor’s amusement. “Angel can get his soul back. Get a move on with this whole redeem bullshit. I don’t believe in it. But Angel does. He’s tryin.” Husk states and Alastor hums pleasantly.

“So you care for our feminine friend. Enough to challenge an overlord. As an ex-overlord, you still hold some authority, sure. But you’ve been gone for so long… How will he take you seriously? Even if I do let you run around, saving poor defenseless souls...” Alastor taunts. “What do you have that he’ll want? I know you don’t expect me to just give you back your soul...” Alastor tisks at the idea as if to say ‘shame on you’.

“You’ve got more like me in your damn grasp. And where would I go after? Hm? I got nobody…” Husk reminds.

“Not the point, Husker. I worked hard for the souls I obtained. I don’t plan to let any of them go...” Alastor says simply as he leans back in his seat. “You know nothing about that though. You used to trade them like they were nothing...” He recalls and Husk looks down at that, hands gripping the seat in front of him since he’d refused to sit down when first interrupting Alastor early this morning.

Husk hadn’t slept much last night. Mostly because Angel kept crying in his sleep and Husk would have to whisper to him a bit to get him to calm down enough to continue sleeping.

“You sat so smug at your table…” Alastor continues as he watches Husk shrink back a bit under the weight of guilt for his past. “Loser souls under your feet. Now you want to help one. How the circle completes itself...” Alastor laughs joyfully as Husk grits his teeth.

“Does he know?” Alastor finally asks before Husk can speak. The bat/cat hybrid finally looks up to meet his gaze.

“Does he know what?” Husk finally asks slowly.

“You know. How you’d reap souls so casually. Promise them another chance to win it all back and when they had their hopes up, you’d play them so well. Always hard to read, Husker, my friend. Does he even know why I got involved with you in the first place?” Alastor’s voice begins to glitch a bit, smile turning sharp as Husk falls into the memory...

***FLASHBACK***

“Huh. You did it.” Husk smiles warmly at the shark in front of him who was now quickly gathering the chips from the table, still sweating and shaking. But he’d done it.

He’d beat Husk at his own game.

“How’d you do it? Hm? Hid cards? Had a Buddy glance at my deck from behind me? Counted cards? Let me know, because whatever it was that you did to win… you’re a natural at it.” Husk praises calmly as he leans back in his seat, watching the shark’s tense shoulders slump a bit.

“I uh... I was just lucky, I guess.” The shark finally says, and Husk smiles warmly.

Husk was a friendly man. At his casino, everyone was welcome. The stage always had live performances, jazz music always blasting, cigars and whiskey complimentary of the man of the hour himself. This wasn’t just a casino to Husk. This was his house. And everyone deserved to drink at his house. Everyone deserved to smoke at his house. And everyone deserved to win at his house.

As long as they weren’t winning against him…

With a swift motion, Husk pulls his gun from under the table and shoots the shark in the head. His body falls limp on to the table, and Husk sighs deeply at the mess his blood is making on the cards.

“Niffty, baby. Please.” Husk calls. The four foot cleaner of the casino runs over fast. She’d been found by Husk in an alleyway by the casino, and… Honestly, Husk loved how helpful she was while she loved how dangerous Husk was.

You could never read that man.

“Yes, Mr. Bad boy...” She giggles a bit, fixing her hair, making Husk smirk as he gently tilts her chin with his claws so she looks up at him.

“There’s a mess. Take care of it for me?” He asks politely. He had many souls working for him, but he had a soft spot for Niffty. Hence why she actually had a job at this casino as his personal cleaner.

She nods fast and rushes over to push the dead body from its seat. The large man falls from the seat to the floor with a loud thud that isn’t noticed from over the music. Niffty then makes quick work of dragging him away by his fin as Husk gets up from his seat to watch from over his balcony at everyone playing below. He was trying to find his next victim for the evening.

“Mr. Husk?” He hears and rolls his eyes at the voice before putting on a sly smile.

He turns and hums at the sight in front of him. “Mimzy, honey. You’re late. Why isn’t your sexy self on that stage singin? You forgot the guides of your contract already?” Husk teases as the plus size beauty fixes her blonde hair a bit and glares at Husk.

“No. But I came with a friend tonight. He was hopin to play you in a round of any game.” She smiles slyly as a tall figure emerges from the shadows, smiling down at Husk.

“Well, I’ll be damned. If it isn’t the Radio Demon. You’re coming up on the charts, my man.” Husk smiles warmly like always. He usually knew how to play this. How to act. The image he’d show off before finally dropping his cards. But this guy’s smile… it was definitely hiding way more than Husk’s.

It was doing it better too.

“The name is Alastor. It is a pleasure to be meeting the man who thinks owning a woman’s soul makes him a threat...” Alastor says calmly and Husk hums, fake smile slowly turning more into a forced smirk as he eyes Mimzy.

“What is this?” Husk asks flat out.

“Alastor doesn’t like that I’m a held woman right now. He’s gonna be playin for my soul.” Mimzy says smugly as she flips her hair over her shoulder again as if flattered over this princess treatment.

Husk eyes them both. He didn’t like this. A gambler like him could read people through and through. And he didn’t like the never faltering smile on Alastor’s face. “It’s real busy at the casino tonight, and-“ Alastor cuts Husk off.

“I get it. It’s not worth it to you. Let’s up the prize. If you win… You keep Mimzy’s soul. And you can also have mine.” Alastor says and Husk freezes.

Tempting.

So damn tempting.

The power trip of owning a soul like Alastor’s? He couldn’t say no.

“Then please,” Husk begins after a deep breath. “Sit down at my table. Put your mind at ease…” He recites his usual invitation as he grabs the cards to shuffle thoroughly.

There was no way he could lose…

***FLASHBACK OVER***

Husk’s throat feels as tight as it did that night when the collar first appeared around his neck. He growls louder now. Louder because of Alastor’s taunting, louder because of his own stupid pride letting him get caught, and louder because he knew his past was wrong. Deep down… He knew.

He knew if Angel had ever found his way into that damn casino, Husk would be the one owning his soul today without a second thought…

“I’m doin this! I don’t need your damn consent!” Husk snaps finally, and Alastor really looks at him. He smiles wider.

“Looking just as tall as the day you lost it all. Haven’t seen that stance in a while. Don’t worry, Husker. You have my blessing. It could be fun to watch you gamble everything away again. What will you lose this time, hm? Just a friend, a defenseless soul, a lover…” Alastor lists. Husk’s eyes widen and Alastor nods, showing that he knows all about Husk and Angel.

“He’s bringing this out of you. Honestly, you two together might not be such a bad thing. Might get you to stay in line a bit more. Since you’ll have something worth losing if you don’t...” Alastor says so pleasantly that the threat would go over most people’s heads. But it makes Husk’s blood boil.

“You don’t go anywhere near him, you psycho fuck. You understand me?” Husk whispers, the glare on his face completely serious, much to Alastor’s delight. He enjoyed these moments when Husk would fight back. Would remind him that he had an actual overlord in his mitts.

“Find something worth it for Val. And I’ll happily watch from the shadows. I won’t interrupt. I won’t get involved. Trust me.” Alastor smiles innocently as he holds out his hand to shake Husk’s.

“And you won’t care what I find?” Husk clarifies, eyeing Alastor’s hand.

“As long as it’s not your soul or any of mine? No. No, I won’t…” Alastor smiles. With a nod and shake of their hands, the deal is set. Alastor won’t get involved, and Husk won’t gamble his soul, or any other soul owned by Alastor.

“Now please. My breakfast is getting cold…” Alastor says finally. Husk nods and walks towards the door.

Now to tell Angel.

And that should be easy.

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“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Angel shouts as he sits on his bed, Fat Nuggets squealing in surprise at the outburst.

“Angel, listen to me...” Husk tries softly. “No! No no no. You’re not goin anywhere near Val. That’s first of all. Secondly, you’re definitely not gonna gamble away ANYTHIN on my behalf. Fuck that.” Angel says.

“You don’t understand.” Husk tries calmly.

“Oh, I don’t and I don’t want to try!” Angel confirms. “Matter fact..” Angel pauses and gets up fast, storming out of his room and taking the stairs down to the main area where the bar is.

Angel knew that’s where he’d find everyone. It was Tuesday! Charlie loved holding ‘Hotel Staff Meeting’s on Tuesdays…

“Angel! Angel, where are you goin?” Husk calls as he follows him quickly down the hallway.

Angel enters the room and finds everyone in there already. “Ay! Listen to this. Husk wants to gamble away the hotel to win my soul from Val. He’s crazy right?! Tell him he’s being crazy!” Angel says as he looks on at everyone’s faces.

Everyone is quiet and solemn in this moment, as if mourning something that is yet to accrue. Angel pauses at everyone’s faces as Husk finally enters the room, looking ashamed. Like he wanted to let Angel in on a secret everyone already knew.

“W-What’s goin on? Hey, radio fuck! Tell him that he’s bein crazy.” Angel demands and Alastor just continues to smile at Angel, unmoving, not speaking. But this smile… It isn’t smug. It isn’t even pleasant. It’s forced. Teeth sharp and clenched together.

Shaking his head, his eyes spot Vaggie on the couch, looking down at her dagger, gripping her cleaning rag tighter. “V-Vaggie? Come on. You know this is nuts, right?” Angel tries and she just shakes her head with a deep sigh.

“Afternoon, everyone.” Charlie says from the entrance of the main gathering room, and Angel sighs in relief.

“Charlie! There you are!” He says fast as Charlie finds her spot standing next to Husk with a small smile on her pale face.

“Husk is trynna gamble your hotel. Nobody’s sayin shit to him. Tell him somethin.” Angel says. Charlie eyes Husk and he silently shakes his head, as if answering an unspoken question. Charlie hesitates a bit.

“Uh… Hello?!” Angel snaps finally.

“Angel…” Charlie finally says. “Husk isn’t putting the hotel on the line. It’s just attached to the actual deal.” Charlie says softly.

Angel pauses.

“And... What’s the actual deal?” He asks so quietly as if whispering it would make the answer never come. It’s quiet in the room. The air is thick. And Angel finally notices something.

A paper.

In Charlie’s hands. Gripped tightly, showing her nervousness better than her actual face does.

And Angel knows that glowing paper all too well…

It’s a contract.

Angel feels the room begin to spin and his breath quickens as Charlie finally answers him.

“It’s me.” She says certainly before Angel’s world gets dark…

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-Part 3 will be out sometime this weekend! I hope you enjoyed, and my mailbox's always open for any Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss story ideas!

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cocktailjjrs · 1 year

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He LIVED Bitches!!!!

Long post ahead

First thing first... I love this starting pallet (i'm definitely overthinking)

Not complete white not complete black with prominent shadows, because every major character in the show is grey and one half of each partnership likes to lurk in shadows...This just highlights that things won't always be merry and colourful, but they won't completely be helpless...

Now to the episode itself...

We knew Aya was going to jump... Glad she was oh so delicately caught by Aku... I didn't think it was possible to clear everything in one episode, but expect the unexpected i guess...

And the main part of Dazai being alive and kicking...No but really, this is such a relief...

I kinda had the whole thing in the back of my mind that they can't kill Dazai, he is necessary for the plot armour to plot armour and all that shit...

But there was equal chances of Asagiri taking notes from Isayama or Gege and just decide, fuck it... let's keep him dead....If not the confirmed dead thing, then the dead till stated otherwise route that Hori took.

But i'm soooo glad Asagiri didn't do that!!!

Also, glad to know he is still as cocky as ever

AND AND AND

I screamed!!!! My fam started looking at me for two whole minutes like i've just gone crazy!!!

Because we got the prettiest boy speaking!!!

The look on Fyodor's face when he realised he was played by the one he had completely under his control (or he thought he had)... I think he realised the 'shallow bond' comment haunted him in this moment

I will deep dive into what exactly happened in those seconds in a later post, but i just wanna say

This is soooo damn funny!!!! Like you have this big bad mafia boss who has been MIA for the whole part of world destruction and his precious city being in the centre of it all (lets face it mori loves Yokohama more than he loves the whole world, he would gladly let the world burn if it means keeping that damn trouble-magnet city safe!) - BUT BUT BUT, then when things start to look up you only get a mention of the said boss and that too with a goofy fact such as he glued in vampire fangs to one of his executives! Don't tell me it's not an embarrassing dad thing to do, because it is!!!

I just know he, Hirotsu and Koyo has a hell of a time getting teenage soukoku to adulthood alive!!!

I mean -

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SIR YOU USED TO DO THIS ALL THE TIME???

No one's doing it like them!!!

Plus i just know Manga coming out is going to be even more gay than the anime, there will be more explanations and more fruity moments!!!

On a sad note...

Fyodor actually seems to be dead ( even if i don't believe it)

It hurt so bad to see Gogol man going - i wanted him dead, no i didnt, but maybe i did. His voice alone mad me sad...

But you know what i'm not sad about???

Getting rid of Fukuchi!!!

I'm not going to pretend that i felt even an ounce of sympathy for him, his whole 'i did this so you can bring peace' or 'some sacrifices are necessary for greater good' thing seemed forced to me. Like a desperate attempt at ending his character arc on a forgiving note, positive note...

But like i said, most characters in this show are grey... But there was none of Fukuchi's shade, and i didn't like it, even if in the end he wanted peace.

i do feel sad for Fukuzawa though,

He will have to live with that curse...

Plus i don't think Fukuchi is completely gone...

Decay of angel's may be over, but the mess they have left behind is not, there is still the other side of the page and whatever the fuck went down in those two hours...

But i'm glad that atleast Aku and Atsushi are on same side this time...

and this looks so much like:

So yeah, it's just another start!!!

Plus, You remember Soukoku came to fame after final battle of Dragon Head conflict?

The Finale of Decay of Angels will the foundation of Shinsoukoku's journey...

The two of them against all the threats to come...

We sure are in for a treat!!!

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curiousquirks · 1 year

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Day 1 | Lady Nagant x GN!Reader (18+)

Biting | Jealousy

Content Warnings: possessiveness, hickies, biting, fingering, exhibitionism, pet names used (darling, babe, baby), Kaina is a little shit

Word Count: 1,843

Summary:

Lady Nagant was a gorgeous woman, eyes always on her. She knew this and used it to her advantage when she needed to. She also knew just how much it bothered you, as she enjoyed pushing you until you felt the need to remind her how much she belonged to you.

Laughter floated through the air, filling your ears with an all too familiar sound. Your head whipped around, knowing exactly who it came from. Leaning against the bar, Kaina accepted a free drink from an attractive stranger. You couldn’t tell from her body language if she was actually liking the company or not, which was only driving you insane. The unwanted stranger is certainly enjoying themselves, a subtle brush against her arm as an asked question lingered on their tongue. You felt like you could shatter the glass you held in your hands.

She was in a thin tight-fitted satin dress, showing off every curve and feature on her body. She looked radiant but eager eyes scanned every line on her body. Your jealousy raged like a hurricane while at the same time you’d kill to rip it right off of her. In front of everyone; claiming her body in a way that no one could ever question who she belonged to.

She laughed again, a hand reaching out to lay against the stranger’s arm. Blinding jealousy clouded your mind, your feet moving before you had time to process. You pushed yourself through this very crowded building, and slammed your glass on the counter beside her harder than you originally intended. You watched Kaina’s eyes slowly glance towards you, your name cheerfully leaving those gorgeous lips. The stranger looked annoyed that she seemed to know you.

“I was wondering where you disappeared off to.” She said, taking a sip from her obnoxious fruity drink before introducing you to the stranger. The name immediately left your mind as she said it, they weren’t important and would be leaving soon so it didn’t matter.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, painfully forced. You gave an exaggeratedly fake smile before ordering something strong from the bartender.

“Pleasant company you keep.” The annoying stranger joked to Kaina, hoping that you’d disappear quickly.

You down the drink as soon as the bartender handed it over to you. She laughed at the tasteless joke, your fingers gripping the glass in your hand tighter as you glare over at the stranger.

“They are a little overprotective but I promise they don’t bite.” Kaina explained, reaching a hand over to cup your chin. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

Something in her eyes gave you a silent command: behave. You narrowed your eyes, trying to bite back the anger building rapidly. She has a reason for her behavior. It didn’t do much to quiet that voice in the back of your head though. She gave you a pat on your cheek before dropping her hand, returning her attention back to the very unwanted stranger.

“Guard dog, huh?” They joked again, their voice grating to your ears. The worst part is that she laughed too.

“It’s more complicated than that, but they mean well.” She explained, glancing a look back towards you.

“Just here to stop you from getting what you really want.” You said bitterly, moving yourself immediately next to Kaina. There was a dark look in your eyes as you sized up the stranger. “If this conversation is important perhaps you two can continue it later when you’ve sobered up.”

“A little tactless, babe.” Kaina whispered harshly towards you before turning her attention back to the stranger. “Apologizes for their behavior. I will have my people contact you later, if you’d still like to talk.”

“Maybe we can just go somewhere more private.” The stranger suggested, brushing their hand against her arm again. “It is quite loud in here, maybe we could get away from the noise.”

Kaina let out that cute little laugh again, turning herself around to face the bar counter. She leaned against it, taking another sip of her drink. “I’m afraid we’ll have to pick this up at a later time. My people will contact you later.” She explained, glancing up at them through heavy lashes.

“Come on, beautiful, don’t stop things when the conversation is going so well.” The annoyance said, giving a nasty look towards you. “I think some privacy will prevent unwanted interruption.”

Your blood was boiling, annoyance clear on your face. You wanted to behave, for Kaina, but this fucker had to go. “She said you’ll be contacted later, keep it up and you won’t be talking to anyone again.” You threatened, pulling Kaina in by her waist to force her to lean against your chest. “Now leave.”

“Excuse me?” The stranger spat out, glaring at you.

Kaina stayed quiet because she knew nothing she said was going to steer you off this hellish path. She just picked up her drink to take another sip, slight amusement playing at her features. The stranger, upon realizing that she wasn’t going to defend them, crossed their arms.

“Some company you keep Lady Nagant, consider the deal off. You’ve got some nerve letting them treat me this way.” They complained.

“I’ll give you 10 seconds before things get worse.” You threatened, your hand moving up Kaina’s waist. It ghosted dangerously to her breast, your nails dragging against the thin fabric. “Leave.”

The stranger scoffed. “Your people will be hearing from me to correct this horrid mistreatment.” They spat before storming off.

Kaina finished off the rest of her drink before placing the glass on the counter. She tried turning her body in your arms but your hands held her in place. She moved her neck to look back at you, watching as your eyes seemed to be focusing on something in the distance.

“What’s gotten into you?” She asked, sounding annoyed.

You didn’t give an answer as you let go of her to grab her hand and drag her through the crowd. She tried calling after you for some kind of answer but you didn’t give any response. You didn’t even act like you heard her. You found one of the dark secluded booths near the back of the crowded room, and threw yourself into it before dragging her in with you.

“Hey!” She yelled out, her head spinning around to watch you press you back against the wall. “What the fuck is up with you?”

“Don’t act coy and naive now.” You said, your eyes scanning her body. You smirked at the yelp she let out as you pulled her towards you, her back now pressed to your chest again. “Acting like you weren’t leading that annoying asshole on. They just wanted to fuck you.”

Your hands immediately ran up her leg, cupping the smooth skin on her thigh as her dress started riding up her leg. “Most people do.” She defended, letting her head fall to the side as your lips found her neck. “It’s a good manipulation tactic to get them to do things for you. It doesn’t mean anything–” She slapped her hand against her mouth to stifle the noise as you bit down on her neck.

Your tongue darted out and licked at the spot you just bit down on, before you pressed a kiss on it. Your hand got dangerously close to the ache she started feeling, her leg instinctively swinging over yours so she could spread them wider. She loved when you got possessive.

“Bullshit.” You whispered harshly, before biting down on her shoulder. You heard the hiss she let out, her hand reaching down to grab the hand you had on her thigh. She started guiding it closer to her dripping pussy which you allowed, only because you longed so desperately to touch her. Touch her in ways no one else is allowed. “You love the fucking attention, you want everyone to ogle at your body. To fantasize about fucking you. That’s why you aren’t wearing anything under this little dress.”

“That was a little surprise for you, babe.” She reassuringly whispered, biting back a moan as your fingers pressed against her folds. “They can fantasize all they want, they'll never be you.” Her other hand reached up and grabbed at your hair as your mouth started sucking against the skin on her neck. You fully intended to mark as much visible skin as possible, so everyone knew. Your fingers glided against her, gathering up all of her juices as you moved to circle around her throbbing clit. “No one can ever get the honor of touching me but you. You do it so fucking well to, baby.”

Your tongue traced a line from her neck all the way up to her ear. You ran your tongue against the shell of her ear, your teeth grazing against the skin. Your fingers moved down from her clit to slowly enter her, her pussy greedily sucking you in. A moan slipped past her lips, it was small but it sounded beautiful.

“Who do you belong to?” You whispered against her ear, causing a shiver to go down her spine. Your fingers pumping into her eager pussy, the juices flowing from her causing delicious music you could barely hear to your ears.

“You.” She whispered breathlessly.

You curled your fingers inside of her, pressing against the sweet spot. Her hips are struggling to not rock against you. “You’re mine.” You whispered against her neck as you head dropped to sink your teeth into her neck again.

“I’m yours, baby. Fuck, baby, I’m all yours.” She whimpered, her teeth digging into her lip.

Her nails were digging into the skin of your hand, and she was causing her lip to bleed from trying to stop any noises from slipping out. Her eyes darted around the room but thankfully no one was paying hardly any attention to this dark back corner. Not that she would care too much. She just didn’t want you to stop, shame be damned. Riling you up was fun sometimes.

The leg she had dangling over yours was starting to shake, a clear sign she was close. You ran your tongue across another hickey you were coating her skin with as you kept focusing on that little spot deep inside of her. Your other hand snuck down and rubbed against her clit, forcing her to fall back against you. She was completely lost as that coil tightened and snapped. Her vision went white. Her hands shot up to cover her mouth as a muffled scream fell out her mouth, forcing her body forward as she slumped forward. Your arms were quick to catch her and pull her back against you.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it.” You whispered, pressing a kiss against her temple.

She regained control over herself quickly, smoothing down her dress as she adjusted herself against you. Her eyes looked around and she was glad it was a loud music night. A few people seemed to look but lost interest fairly quickly when they realized they couldn’t really see anything. Your lips continued to mindlessly mark the other side of her neck as her hand gently rubbed against your arm you had around her waist.

“I’ll keep bringing you to public meetings if you keep acting this jealous.” She said, laughing to herself. “I enjoy the consequences.”

#lady nagant x reader #kaina tsutsumi x reader #lady nagant #kaina tsutsumi #kinktober 2023 #bnha smut #curious writings #curiouskinks 2023 #bnha fanfiction

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c0metm0th · 1 year

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Style: Confession

(basically how I imagine Stan confesses to Kyle and his daily struggle. also this has been in my drafts for months so sorry if its a little cringe)

(They’re like 15-17 in this)

* Stan did not want to have a crush on Kyle

* Mfer denied that shit until it became abundantly obvious to everyone

* He thought, ‘oh it’s fine this’ll go away eventually’ boy was he wrong

* “Stan, be honest. Do you like Kyle?”

* “What? Dude of course not kyles my best friend”

* “Hey Stan, did you get the homework?”

* ‘BLEEEEHH’

* At some point he realised this crush wasn’t going away anytime soon so he decided to hint to Kyle that he liked him

* “so Kyle, who’s the hottest guy in class?”

* Kyle laughed “you’re just asking cause I’m gay”

* “that doesn’t answer my question”

* there were also times where Stan would attempt to be subtle and brush his hand against kyles or put his arm around him, this either left him throwing up or Kyle making a joke about it

* Stan had tried everything (that he could think of)

* He had nowhere to turn

* Almost nowhere

* “Hey Jewlover~”

* No.

* No no no

* There’s no way Stan would even consider asking for Cartmans advice

* No way he’d really run out of options and stubbed THAT low right?

* “How do I tell Kyle I like him without actually… telling him”

* Istg Stan-

This was all part of Cartmans master plan, essentially Cartman wrote up a song and told Stan to play it for Kyle.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?"

"I know all about this shit, Jew-lover. Now come on, Kyles over there""

"And... how exactly is subtle?"

"Because kyle won't know its about him now come on"

so stan went with it, and he played the song

without even reading the lyrics

"damn it's nice

my life is fruity

cause I love me some Jew booty-

what the fuck?"

"Kyle won't know it's about him, my ass"

If this goes alright I might make a part 2 lol

#south park #sp fandom #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp style #stan x kyle #south park kyle #kyle x stan #south park fanfiction #south park scenarios

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jackassbrainrot · 1 month

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Inspo from Johnny x bam one (very good btw)

But like… feminized bam

Like turned on embarrassed fem

Anywayssss

dude looks like a girl [knoxville x bam]

desc: Bam finds out first hand that New York City is where your wildest dreams come true

a/n: based very loosely on actual events, when Bam and Knoxville woke up in bed together with makeup on. made it slash again whoops. hope you like it! also the bar is so very imaginary I do not have the slightest clue about bars in NYC. think this is the longest fanwork I've ever written

warnings: smut, dirty talk, feminization, feminine pet names for a man, bam margera's canonically small dick, facefucking, anal sex

This isn't what Bam had expected when Knoxville invited him up to New York for a "fashion party". The night had started normally, though admittedly being more Knox's scene, a million new faces he had to make small talk with, slowly sipping at cocktails that would've been horribly overpriced if the sponsors hadn't taken care of that for them. He was trailing behind his costar like a lost puppy, trying to avoid mind numbing conversations by letting him do the talking, while he busied himself with his fruity little drinks and trying to understand what the fuck they were at a party sponsored by MAC cosmetics.

"Stop following me around like a lost child." Johnny gritted through his teeth, trying to keep his voice low as they walked through the crowd. "Man, I don't know anyone here, what do you expect me to do?" Bam retorted, sounding like a teenager whose parents dragged him to a family reunion he really didn't want to be at. As they were having their little argument, a familiar face emerged from the crowd.

"Finally someone I can stand." The petite woman said, embracing Knoxville before turning to Bam. "And you've brought a new victim to the cruel world of the entertainment industry." She joked, looking him up and down as if she was trying to recognize the much younger man. "Janeane, this is Bam, one of the guys I'm legally allowed to torture on set." The woman, Janeane, laughed, extending her hand to shake Bam's. "I'm Janeane Garofalo, and I'm whatever you two are." She explained her profession in such a roundabout way that the young man didn't quite understand, but he took her hand in his anyway. "I'm a skateboarder actually." He corrected Johnny's earlier statement, though it wasn't exactly wrong.

"Alright, now that we've got that out of the way, you two wanna get outta here with me?" Her question made Bam perk up instantly, which she noticed but waited expectantly for Johnny's answer. "I think I'm gonna stay for a bit longer, but you can babysit him for a while if you want." He half joked, wanting to get Bam off his back. "We'll be at Velvet on 27th!" Janeane yelled back at Knoxville as she dragged Bam toward the door. She told him the plan for the night as he lead her to his car, driving to her place so she could change before heading to Velvet.

When they arrived at her flat, she dumped her bag on the table, a myriad of makeup products fell from it. "What? It's not like they're going to miss it." She said when she saw Bam's eyes widen. "I'm not judging you, I just didn't expect it like, at all." He laughed, sitting down on his couch as she went into her room to change. "Help yourself, if you want." He heard her yell from her room, trying to resist the urge to do just that. He felt weirdly drawn to the pile, despite never really being interested in makeup aside from copying Ville Valo's eyeliner on rare occasions. Janeane walked out of her room, dressed in a less "industry party" outfit than before, sporting jeans and a tank top, her makeup reminiscent of grunge movement of the past decade.

"Wait, I've got a genius idea!" She exclaimed when she saw his gaze was locked on the makeup. "Can I do your makeup?" She asked eagerly, looking like she was going to burst out of her skin at any moment. "You sure I'm not gon' get beat up or some shit?" Bam asked, apprehensive but not fully opposed to the idea. "You'll be just fine at Velvet, I promise." She stuck out her pinky finger to him, which he mirrored, rolling his eyes but a smile crept on his lips.

Janeane got to work right away, pulling a chair out for him and collecting all the supplies she would be needing. Black eyeshadow, an eyeliner pencil, mascara, and a dark red lipstick she shoved into her pocket for later. She tightlined his waterline with the eyeliner the best she could with his whining and twitching. "I feel like you're trying to kill me." He said when he felt the pen poke his inner eye corner as she connected the top and bottom waterline at a point. "Stop being such a baby." She smiled, putting down the pencil and going for the eyeshadow to smoke it out a bit. "Blink." She said as she brought the mascara wand to his eyes, finishing the look.

As she finally moved away, Janeane admired her work. Bam looked absolutely showstopping, the dark makeup around his eyes making them look even brighter than usual, the icy blues looked like they could cool down the sun. "I think Knoxville's gonna fall straight on his ass when he sees you." She said, handing him a mirror to look at himself. He sat there for a moment, stunned, a "holy shit" leaving his lips as he moved the mirror around to look at himself from every angle. "Stop staring at yourself, let's go!" She pulled him up from his seat, dragging him out of her apartment and all the way to the bar.

Velvet was what Bam would call a haggard looking bar. The walls were lined with posters that were falling apart due to age, the leather upholstery was scratched and half of it was covered in permanent stains and the smell of smoke was burned into the walls forever. But despite all of that, he was enjoying himself, sitting in a booth with Janeane, talking on and on about anything and everything they could think of. Bam saw Janeane's face light up suddenly, waving someone, who he assumed was Johnny, over to their booth.

When he sat down next to Bam, his eyes widened under his shades as he noticed the makeup, heat going down to his crotch at seeing the skateboarder look so pretty. Janeane shot Bam a knowing glance before they all went on with their conversation. "I see you two had fun without me." Knoxville said, alluding to the sight that was making it hard for him to think straight. "You wouldn't believe it, man." Bam commented, smiling at Janeane before taking a sip of the beer in front of him. The conversation continued normally, apart from the fact that Knoxville was obviously stealing glances at the younger man behind his shades.

After a few rounds, Johnny was at the end of his rope, mind fogged with images of Bam under him, his eyeliner messed up from crying and his soft lips hanging open as moans fall from his mouth. "I think we should get going." He said, patting Bam's thigh, higher than would be considered normal, hoping he would get the hint. "Man, I can't drive home like this!" Bam whined, and the older man couldn't figure out if he was playing along or didn't catch his hint. "You can sleep in my hotel room, c'mon." He said, pulling a still whining Bam onto his feet. He hugged Janeane, saying their goodbyes, before she slipped the lipstick she'd been hiding in her pocket into his palm and winking, as she stepped away from him to hug Bam, whispering a chuckled "have fun" into his ear.

Johnny guided him to the door with a hand on his back, trying to hurry them along to the hotel. He hailed a cab, both of them sitting in the back seat, his hand resting on Bam's thigh as he whispered into his ear. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, darling." The low growl of his voice made the younger man shiver, blood rushing. "Tell me then." He kept his smug demeanor even though his breathing was uneven and he could feel blood rushing to his crotch. "I think pretty girls like you ought to be fucked real nice." Johnny let his accent slip, knowing it tends to have a positive effect when he's trying to get into someone's pants. Bam almost moaned at the words, surprising himself by being so turned on from being called such a feminine pet name. "You like it when I call you pretty, huh princess?"

Just as those words left his dirty, albeit gorgeous, mouth, the cab stopped and Bam scrambled out of the car, too embarrassed of his own reaction to let Johnny see it. The older man paid the driver and walked into the hotel as Bam trailed behind him. As they walked into the elevator, he felt himself being pushed against the side of it by the taller man. He leant down to whisper in his ear once again. "Don't think I didn't see you blushin' when I called you princess." He stood up straight as the elevator door opened, walking out of it and toward his room as if he didn't just cause all of Bam's blood to leave his brain and go to his dick.

Johnny enjoyed watching the usually coordinated pro skateboarder trip over his feet to get into his room as quickly as humanly possible. He slammed the door behind him before walking over to Bam who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. "What is it, dalin', cat got your tongue?" He loomed over him, his tone mocking, moving a piece of hair from the boy's eyes before kissing him suddenly, making him whimper and melt into the kiss. Knoxville led the kiss, one of his hands in Bam's hair and the other on his hip as the other man clutched desperately at the hem of his shirt.

Pulling away from the kiss, the older man looked down at Bam with lustfilled eyes, his lips forming an evil smirk. "Do you want to be good for me, Bam Bam?" He watched him nod frantically, his usual cockiness gone. "Then be a good girl and get on your knees for me" Johnny sat down on the bed, watching Bam fall to his knees in front of him, eyes never leaving his. He pulled the lipstick Janeane gave him out of his pocket, uncapping it and admiring the color, a deep burgundy. He took Bam's chin in his hand, tilting it up so he could get the perfect angle, the younger man opening his mouth slightly to make the application easier. "Don't you look absolutely delicious." He swiped a finger over the kneeling man's bottom lip before putting the lipstick away.

"Would be a shame to ruin such pretty makeup, wouldn't it?" Bam only nodded in response, eyes glazed over with lust, not registering that the question was rhetorical. Knoxville loved watching him nod brainlessly to his words, knowing that he could get him to agree to anything his heart desired at this point. He unbuckled his belt, those beautiful blue eyes following his every move as he pulled his dick out. "So you gotta be really careful not to make a mess, princess."

Bam opened his mouth more, letting the older man push his dick into his mouth, leaving a burgundy stain over the entire length of it. Without warning, he started to thrust, hard and fast, making the younger man choke and try to push himself off but Knoxville's hand kept his head down, so he opted for digging his short black nails into his thighs. When he was sufficiently satisfied with the smudged lipstick and the stains that resembled ink covering Bam's face, he pulled him off by his hair, finally letting him breathe again. "My pretty girl." He mumbled as he pulled Bam onto the bed with him.

He pulled the skateboarder into another kiss, this time grabbing his dick through his pants, making him gasp and giving Johnny full access to his mouth. "You really are a girl, huh?" Bam blushed a color that almost matched his lipstick at the older man's cruel words, though he knew he was right. "Let me take care of you, princess." Bam moaned into his mouth, unbuttoning his own jeans and pushing them down to give Knoxville more access. He pushed his hand into his pants, collecting the precum on his fingers. "You're so wet for me." His voice rumbled against Bam's earlobe as the older man's hand traveled lower, circling his entrance before pushing a finger in, the precum being enough to slip it in easily.

Bam's moans filled the room as Knoxville fucked him with his fingers, slowly picking up the pace and filling him up more, until he felt he was ready. He flipped them so the younger man was under him, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he lined himself up, slowly sinking into his costar, moaning in unison. "So tight for me, feel so good, princess." They both lost themselves in the feeling, Bam's nails raking over Knoxville's back, as the older man thrust into him at an unforgiving pace.

The drag of Johnny's dick inside him made the younger man feel like he was on fire, his dick feeling like it was going to burst as soon as someone touches it. Johnny seemed to sense his thoughts, his hand coming down to his dick. He jerked him off with two fingers, furthering his humiliation as he came in seconds, making the older man laugh down at him as he continued to chase his high. "Yeah, that's my good girl, feels so fucking good" He kept rambling as he got closer to his climax, pulling out of Bam to cum on his face and chest.

They both collapsed on the bed, falling asleep in a mess of their fluids instantly, tangled together and half naked, with makeup on. If anyone had found them in the morning like that, it would've been all over the tabloids, but like this, it was only in Big Brother, because Knoxville couldn't resist calling Tremaine in the morning to tell him what state he had woken up in. Bam woke up, demanding that Johnny help him clean himself up and call room service.

"You really are a princess."

#got too into the janeane part whoops #johnny knoxville #bam margera #bam margera x johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x bam margera #jackass #jackass fanfic #jackass fic #jackass smut #mtv jackass

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jakowskis · 6 months

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Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!

dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think there’s a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room

even the ones i don’t exactly “like” still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. that’s what’s fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me.

nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words

owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)

owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes it’s nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)

owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/

ianto x tosh: THEY’D BE SO CUTE they’d be precious that’s all

tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with 😔)

owen x suzie: they’re mirrors, they’re the same… they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)

owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron who’s not immune

jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh

gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute

jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)

jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little

(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)

ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento… i’ve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think they’re fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not ‘canon’ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers we’ve had over the years) has been rlly fun.

im largely preoccupied with those two, but i’ve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto… if you’ve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i can’t see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so i’ve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of… ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and they’re not. owen kind of… brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out ianto’s repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things he’d rather try to compartmentalize and ignore… i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & ianto’s relationship is initially presented. like, he’s a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. i’ve been developing this huge fic ‘verse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired

sometimes i like fun, though, which is what’s behind a lot of those other ships. i’m generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and that’s what’s behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of… alternative endgame. my comfort ‘au’. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one i’ve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this ‘au’, because unfortunately i don’t think he’s conductive to the team’s happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now he’s banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwood’s inherently sad and dark and lonely, it’s what compels me, and i’m ultimately glad that’s the core of the show - but it doesn’t have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and that’s what fandom + fanfic is for.

i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think it’d fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, it’s the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and they’d all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but she’s kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)

#tdot #txt #take a shot every time i say compel fhsdkjfds

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lucy-sky · 2 years

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Spark (tattoo master!Griff x f!Reader)

A sequel to Skulls and Roses no one asked for! Yaaaay!

Amaya said there was chemistry, and maybe yes, there in fact was :D In a few months you return to Griff's Tattoos after a bad date.

Warnings: casual sex (with a hint to something more); oral sex f receiving; Griff says “fuck” a lot.

Words: 1473; AO3 link in case you prefer reading there

It was probably one of the worst dates you had in a very long while. The guy only kept talking about himself, his job and his projects, and you thought you’ve never felt that bored before. Bored and… Unimportant? No, but really… It was so bad that at some point you had to lie to him about some emergency at home in order to escape.

A part of you is relieved now that it’s finally over, but on the other hand it’s terribly frustrating. It’s the fourth man you’ve gone out with this month and nothing clicks. Actually it’s more like the opposite - each guy seems to be even worse than the previous one. Or… Maybe it’s not just them? Maybe there’s something wrong with you? Yeah, right, self-love and self-respect, you know that, but still the question lingers in the back of your mind. Maybe the problem is that you started dating a bit too soon? But it’s been months since your breakup, and you thought you were ready. You’re realistic enough to not expect to fall in love at first sight with a beautiful prince charming, but so far no one even made you want to go on a second date. And well… Dating is exhausting after all - you try hard to look pretty, to make a good impression, and for what? Shit, maybe you’re simply not meant to be with someone?..

Drowning in these troubled thoughts, you found yourself at Griff’s Tattoos porch again, as if your feet brought you there against your own will. You’re not sure why you’re doing this and what you’re expecting, but after a moment of hesitation you reach the doorknob and push.

“Good ev- Oh. Hey there, darlin’!” the man grins widely as he recognizes you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Didn’t think I’m ever gonna see ya here again.”

“Hey, Griff,” you say simply with a faint smile on your lips, as you walk in.

“So, uh… You want another tattoo?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” he frowns, dark brown eyes roaming up and down your body, taking in you outfit and makeup. “You look freakin’ gorgeous, by the way. Some special event?”

“I had a date.”

“A date, really?” his eyebrows raise in amusement. “You don’t seem to be very happy ‘bout that.”

“I’m not,” you sigh as you walk to the already familiar desk and sit right on the tabletop.

“No?” Griff comes closer, looking at you intently, trying to catch your gaze. “Why’s that?”

“Maybe dating’s just not my thing,” you mutter with a shrug of your shoulders. “Or maybe he’s just too dull and self-centered. Or… I’m just tired.”

“D’you want me uh… to make you forget ‘bout that shit, like last time?”

Griff’s hand reaches to brush a strand of hair from your face. Unconsciously, you lean into his touch.

“Maybe.”

Griff’s kiss is exactly the same as you remember - fierce and deep, and stealing the breath out of your lungs. It tastes like fruit bubble gum, which feels a bit weird to you - a guy with such a brutal appearance, his kisses must be like whiskey and cigarettes or at least like black coffee or something, but there’s this sweet fruity taste, and even though it’s strange, it’s not unpleasant. Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers caressing the shaved back of his head as you melt into the kiss, let the pleasant warmth of it wash over you, pushing all the frustrating thought away for a while.

Griff’s hands skim up your thighs, slowly pushing up the skirt of your dress.

“Hmm… Are those stockings?” he purrs against your lips. “That’s sexy as fuck, you know that, huh? Can I get a closer look?”

Without waiting for your answer, he drops on his knees, and soon you feel his teeth grazing against the tender skin above the hem of your stockings as he leaves a series of nips and bites on the inside of your thighs. The scratch of his beard makes you shiver, and all of this, especially seeing him between your legs like that turn you on so much you can barely hold a desperate moan.

“Just… Fuck me already, Griff… Stop playing,” you let out a shaky breath, writhing impatiently.

“Oooh, that’s how we’re talking now,” he quips. “No more hints, no maybes, just straight up to the point, are we?”

“You really have to be an ass right now?” you huff snappishly through gritted teeth.

“Relax, princess. M’ gonna fuck you just right,” he smirks, glancing up at you from between your thighs. “Wanna see what else I can do?”

“Surprise me.”

He chuckles at your request, his big hands already reaching to tug your panties down.

“Thank god there’s no fuckin’ shoelaces this time,” he murmurs as you simply shake your shoes off your feet to let him get rid of your underwear. Pushing your legs apart, Griff wastes no time, parting your folds with his thumbs and licking a long hot strip along your slit.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, hips twitching as his tongue meets your clit before diving deeper to taste your arousal.

This man’s tongue really works wonders - alternating between sucking harshly on your clit and light teasing flicks against its tip, he gets you on cloud nine in no time, you’re almost embarrassed at how fast it happens. Your legs are shaking as you come down from your high, trying to catch a breath. Griff’s beard is glistening with your juices when he’s crushing his lips on yours again, while he blindly reaches to fish the condom out of his back pocket.

There’s this pleasant, satisfying weariness in your body once everything is over, and you wish you could simply enjoy this warm post-orgasmic bliss, but your brain once again doesn’t let you do it, one stupid thought bothering you for some reason.

“Hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Griff asks as he tucks himself back into his pants. “If you’re uh… feeling guilty for using me for sex or something - don’t worry, I’m more than okay with that.”

“Actually… I was wondering if you treat all your female customers like that,” you tell him honestly.

“Huh?” he cocks his eyebrow in surprise. “What makes you think that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” you shrug. “But somehow you always have condoms in your pocket.”

“You say it like it’s a bad fuckin’ thing.”

“It’s not, but it makes me think you don’t mind fucking around.”

“Yeah, so what? Maybe I do love fuckin’ around, you’re right, but I don’t… Sleep with customers on a regular basis, if that’s what you think. Who am I, a fucking gigolo?”

“Fine,” you raise your hands in a surrendering gesture. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you, really.”

“Look, I’d never insist on anything if I wasn’t sure you wanted that too,” he continues in a calmer tone.

“Uhh… Okay, and… Why’d you think I wanted it? I mean… Back then, when I first came here.”

“Oh come on! There was this thing between us, you know, like… A spark.”

“A spark?..” you try to suppress an amused chuckle, as it’s definitely not something you expected to hear from him.

“Yeah! Or whatever you fucking call it… Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. You kissed me first, remember?”

“Right. But before kissing you I actually seriously considered slapping you.”

“But you didn’t!” he gives you a triumphant grin. “See, that’s what I’m sayin’. The spark.”

“Okay, you won,” you admit, because you really have nothing to say against it. Let it be a spark. “I guess I have to go,” you say quickly, not wanting the awkward silence to settle in.

“Wait, uh… Listen, I was thinking, you… Maybe you wanna grab a couple of beers in the pub ‘round the corner?” Griff suddenly suggests, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I…” you clear your throat, taken aback by his invitation. “Sorry, but I just think another date would already be too much for one evening.”

“Jesus, woman! Why’d you have to label every goddamn thing?” he snorts, rolling his eyes. “Date… Fuck it. It’s just… Shit, I just wanna hang out with you some more, that’s all. Thought you enjoy my company as well, so…” he trails off with a soft chuckle, and you suddenly think… What if he’s right? Maybe you just tend to overthink the whole dating thing too much? It’s true in fact - you enjoy Griff’s company, despite his ridiculous tattoos and the amount of swear words he says every time he gets to speak. At least with him you don’t have to think of making a good impression, you can… Just simply be yourself. That actually sounds pretty nice.

“Yeah, what the hell. I’d love to grab a beer with you.”

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Pride Month Character Sexuality Headcanon Moodboards 1. Yasmine - Lesbian 2. Demetri Alexopoulos - Gay 3. Moon - Bisexual 4. Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz - Bisexual

Next up is my favorite little gayboy in the whole world!!! Why am I so dead convinced he's a little gayboy and not a little biboy??? I'm so glad you asked!!!

Yes obviously he's in love with Eli, a boy, but I firmly believe Demetri has never once genuinely yearned for the touch of a woman akidjsilufhk

MF literally spends his first scene of the show limp-wristing. I am not kidding in the least.

Like even Eli is sus in the first pic akajsldibhodfku

"But that's circumstantial evidence, tumblr user demetriandelibinaryboyfriends!!!" you say. "He starts simping for Yasmine immediately after, so doesn't that cancel it out?"

Well, see, that's exactly what he wants you to think.

The reason he does this imo is actually kind of sad. Miguel comes to the table (Demetri's first potential new friend in like 10 years!!!) and immediately shows an interest in girls, establishing that he's probably a Regular Straight Guy. Miguel has seen Demetri talk in a slight gay lisp (he does!!! Don't @ me!!! Like maybe they were going for "nasally nerd voice" but it just sounds like the stereotypical gay guy voice???), have Some Kinda Fruity Vibe going with Eli, and limp-wrist all over the place, and Demetri knows this. He's also just met Miguel, and has every reason to believe this straight dude will ditch him immediately if he suspects Demetri's gay (high school kids really ARE that cruel sometimes), so...he tries to cover his ass and pretend to be straight so Miguel will stay :(

Speaking of Yasmine, though!!! Basically every time throughout the series that he shows an interest in her, it feels extremely performative. Like he's just saying what Miguel (or whoever else) would expect him to. And it's only ever about looks and social status in a way that suggests he sees Yasmine as a kind of placeholder/cover-up--"the conventionally attractive girl I act obsessed with so no one suspects I'm gay."

On that topic, the irt S1 Demetri, the fact that he picks a very unattainable girl to show blatant interest in is huge. Like what better cover than "pining" for a girl who you believe there is 0% chance you could ever actually date??? Indefinitely permanent beard without once having to fake a straight relationship!

I also think this is why Demetri is so gloriously unbothered when he botches hitting on Yasmine in 1x09. Like sure, he's socially inept, but he's not unintelligent; anyone with two brain cells could tell Yasmine wasn't interested (and he doesn't have the Eli-esque ego-driven delusion to think he's doing better with girls than he actually is). So why does he happily say "I think that went well!" when Yasmine walks away??? Because he's filled the Expected Straight Guy Quota beautifully by shooting his shot with a hot girl, and now that that failed he's off the hook!

Another funny thing is that he ONLY goes and hits on Yasmine after he's seen Eli making out with a random girl. I think it's both a mimicking kind of thing ("well, shit, if this is what Eli's doing I'd better do it too!" they're like cats I love them) and an "I guess if Eli's gonna start kissing girls and be unavailable now, I have nothing to lose so I might as well" kinda thing.

Generally speaking, S1 Demetri, um...sure does procrastinate getting romantically involved with girls. We're meant to believe it's solely a lack of confidence and his general defeatist nature, but like. Every chance he gets, he puts off making a move on girls. He straight up tells Miguel he's going to wait until he gets a well-paying, respectable job before asking any hot girls out. Homeboy literally putting off dating girls for like 5 decades. Not to mention the Halloween dance, where he tells Miguel to "slow his roll" asking girls to dance and says it "could've been worse" when they in fact don't end up dancing with any girls. Both rather flippantly and cheerfully, too! Like Demetri only ever seems to care about girls when Miguel is around, which goes back to my theory that he's worried Miguel would abandon him and Eli if he figured out Demetri was gay.

Tbh I don't think Demetri's lack of initiative with girls is because he's a defeatist because...he seems indifferent (sometimes even chipper) about his lack of luck with women. But when it comes to Eli being bullied??? He is ACTIVELY bothered. Like he's clutching the back of a chair in a silent rage during the library scene. He looks heartbroken when the cafeteria kids start snickering about Eli's mom calling the school. He goes off at Johnny when he makes fun of Eli's lip! Clearly Demetri doesn't like being at the bottom of the school food chain, even though he's also a defeatist about getting bullied. But when it comes to girls??? Every time the loser trio fails with women, Miguel tends to take it 5000% harder than Demetri, who legit barely bats an eye!

I feel like I don't need to convince you of the Demetri-Eli subtext, because otherwise you wouldn't be on my page, but...it's worth mentioning that Demetri spends all of S2 being a sad little simp for Newly Evil Eli and completely forgetting Yasmine's existence while she's in France. Moon is the only one who acknowledges Yasmine's existence all season, but that gay subtext is a conversation for another day XD In any case, Demetri quickly 100% forgets the girl he was supposedly "so into" during S1. Wack! Speaking as an ex-high schooler, btw, you don't just forget your crush over the summer if you really liked them that much. You yearn and talk wistfully to your friends about what they might be up to XD

Also worth noting that as soon as Demetri does drop the Aggressively Straight facade and forms genuine relationships with women, platonic bonds with girls seem to come second-nature to him! He very easily befriends Moon and Sam, despite being scared to so much as interact with girls for years. But as soon as he does, connecting and being amicable with girls seems effortless as long as it isn't romantic. It brings to mind how gay men often have a lot of close female friends and tend to be more at ease around them because there's no concern of underlying sexual/romantic tension.

Tbh you could argue the only time Demetri's relationships with women suffer is when he Tries Too Hard To Be Straight. He has healthy and solid friendships with Sam and Moon, and he has never once tried to flirt with either. Among all the girls in the cast Demetri regularly interacts with, Yasmine is actually the one he has the most contentious relationship with. And why's that? I would argue it's because he feels obligated to hit on her whenever they're together, lest his hard-earned new friends suspect something is abnormal about him. Not Moon as much, but Sam and Miguel for sure--as far as he can tell, they are both 100% straight and it's very possible he's worried about them abandoning him for being a "weird freak" the same way Eli did. In any case, him hitting on Yas makes the atmosphere between them tense and uncomfortable, making his relationship with her feel more stilted than his more organic-feeling interactions with Moon and Sam.

Worth noting that he only really brings up Yasmine/waxes poetic about how "into Yasmine" he is around the people he MOST wants to think he's straight--Sam, Miguel, and Eli. Sam and Miguel are his best friends sans Eli, and Eli, well...of course he would constantly bring up his Girlfriend He Totally Likes So Much around the dude he absolutely does not want to suspect he's into!!! In S4 especially he just got Eli back, and shies away from anything that might open a rift between them again, especially a big fat gay crush he's been harboring since the jump!

The whole Demetri-Yasmine relationship is super shallow and performative--in my opinion, from both sides, but Demetri's side especially. He seems to see Yasmine as more of a concept than a person, calling her the "girl of his dreams" and saying he's "101% in love" while...not appearing to know anything of substance about her. He literally never alludes to knowing anything about her personality except that she's hot and mean. And sure, you could chock this up to him being a shallow, horny teenage boy, but...we know he's anything but shallow, given how he loves his childhood best friend so much and so deeply that he forgives him for all number of horrible things in 3 seconds flat because he is that certain that Eli means his apology and is a good person deep down. Given that he has absolutely undying loyalty to his other best friend Miguel Diaz, despite Miguel being (indirectly) part of the reason that he and Eli got estranged in the first place. Given that he also has so much undying loyalty to Sam LaRusso that he backed her up in a dangerous gang fight and got his arm broken for it. Demetri clearly sees and understands the nuance and complexity in people. So why does he talk about his own girlfriend as if she has none???

Something else to note is how in S5, Demetri reveals that he and Yasmine fight so frequently that her arm is literally weighed down with all the make-up bracelets he buys her. This is just supposed to be a Funny Bit, but...I can't help but notice that this is a stark contrast to S4, where they seemed to be all over each other every time we saw them together. Maybe because when they're alone together, the facade falls away and their "relationship" doesn't really have any leg to stand on? Also one has to wonder why anyone would stay in a relationship that dysfunctional. Makes a lot more sense looking at it from the perspective that Demetri feels like he needs a beard, and isn't sure he'd be able to find another girl willing to date him. Besides, as far as fake-girlfriends-to-make-people-think-you're-straight go...well, you're really not going to do much better than Yasmine.

Mentioned in many other posts, but I firmly believe that Yasmine is a closet lesbian and she and Demetri are a case of "gay and lesbian date in high school because they subconsciously detect the gayness in each other and mistake that sense of kinship for romantic attraction."

I also think it's very possible that a little ways into dating, one or both of them realized they were gay, and they made a mutual agreement to "stay together for appearances." Yasmine's social status plummeted after the end of S1, and it's possible she had homophobic family in the picture who would make publicly coming out impractical. And Demetri, while definitely more popular than he used to be, likely thought he could stand to lose all that if it got out he was gay.

Tbh maybe it was a mutual fake dating situation from the jump!!! Point is that this relationship is WAY too stilted and awkward for me to believe one or both of them ISN'T hamming it up a little. It just does not feel genuine or natural at all :/ Although they DO actually have a lot of platonic potential (especially taking the mlm/wlw solidarity aspect into account, or even just the trope of a popular alpha bitch having a sassy gay best friend aidpsiufhodly), which leads me to believe there's more going on than just Demetri using Yasmine as a beard. I do think he likes her and admires her a lot, just not romantically or sexually!

I've actually heard from my mlm friends that it's relatively common for gay guys to be drawn to powerful and outspoken women, and mistake that admiration for a romantic crush! This is probably what happened with Yasmine, if Demetri did believe he had genuine feelings for her and wasn't faking a crush to actively hide his sexuality. I'd also imagine this is where the "bitchy queen bee girly-girl with a gay best friend" stereotype comes from!

A big part of my gay Demetri/bi Eli belief comes from how different their relationships with women are. Demetri is more comfortable with women from the jump, befriending Aisha, Moon, and Sam fairly easily in a way that could indicate a lack of attraction (so, once again, less pressure and more freedom to be his authentic self). Eli, on the other hand, seems to have more trouble with girls in a way that leads me to believe he IS attracted to (and intimidated by) them to some extent. Although he does form a close friendship with Aisha, his other relationships with girls seem to consist of him awkwardly flirting with/trying to impress them, antagonizing them (e.g. Sam in S3), or not really interacting with them at all. In S2, Eli doesn't even seem at ease around his own girlfriend! He's quick to jump to snapping the MOMENT Demetri says something that might make him look bad, like he doesn't trust Moon to like anything other than his "coolness" (which, to be fair, she...doesn't really lmao). He does befriend Tory, but it's more of a casual "work friendship" and it's nowhere near the kind of easy, close-knit friendship Sam and Demetri have. Even Dem's relationship with Yasmine is amicable enough when he's not trying too hard to hit on her. Point being that Eli struggling with girls more than Demetri kinda gives me the impression Demetri doesn't get (romantically) nervous around girls much at all. Not to say someone like Tory wouldn't make him nervous about getting punched in the face or knifed in the gut XD But nervous about dating girls??? Nah. He's only nervous about keeping up the appearance of wanting to date girls!

Just LOOK at what this mf wears!!! Like he LITERALLY has the mlm flag on a hoodie!!! With fucken purple-ass skinny jeans, the fucken bottom stripe of the mlm flag and also the gayest color alive!!! Like all throughout the show this mf's color motifs are CONSISTENTLY blue and green. The blue we could say comes with the Miyagi Do color motifs, but what of the green??? Why he wearing so much green, though??? To match Eli??? His BOYFRIEND???

Yes, it COULD be a reach, but like. It's SO CONSISTENT throughout the show!!! So much blue!!! So much green!!! And when he's NOT wearing those colors, whatever colors he's wearing usually match with Eli's outfit!

Sorry but color-coordinating your outfit with your bestie shows the fashion sense and awareness of a gay man. Demetri Alexopoulos...

As always, pic credits available upon request!

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