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radkindoffeminist · 6 months

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I am 13 years old. I have boobs bigger than any other girl in my year and I stopped growing in height a year ago. People tell me I could pass for 16-18 easily. Girls ask what size I am. Boys mock me for having tits. Men hit on me. Most people think I am a lot older than I actually am. I am confused by everything.

I am 14 years old. I begin turning to online chatrooms and camsex for attention because I am so lonely and horny. I don't speak about them to anyone in my life because it's never spoken about. Women and girls don't have sexual desires. I start speaking to a guy, Glenn. He's 28-years-old and knows how old I am. I speak to him for years and he's the first guy I camsex with. He speaks to me like a person and not a child and I love him for that. One day, he doesn't respond and I never hear from him again, but spend weeks hoping that I will see another message from him (he had a habit of disappearing for weeks only to come back). He doesn't message again. My heart is broken.

I am 15 years old, just about. I continue using these online chatrooms because I am such a lonely teenager and need some sort of attention and this is the only place I can find it. I meet a guy, David, who I ask to be my boyfriend. He was 21 years old. We speak every day for a month and have camsex all the time. He is sweet and mature and has his own car! Our plans to meet fall through and then he suddenly stops talking to me one day. Two months after that day, he messaged me again. His grandmother died so he couldn't deal with life. I feel empathic towards him but feel forced to take him back. When I realise that he won't take responsibility for the fact that cutting me off for months hurt me because he says that he was hurt, I break up with him. He insists on staying friends. I agree because I still feel bad for him.

I am 16 years old. I start college and I'm still speaking to my ex David, but then I see how possessive he is of me. He wants to meet up with me but will only do so on his terms, when he can kiss me all he wants because he still sees me as his. I try and speak to him about the guys at my college and he gets jealous. I stop speaking to him. I begin to realise just how toxic him and these chatrooms and camsex all is. I make a vow to stop it for my mental health, but it is hard to stop something when what draws you there is the fact that you're incredibly lonely.

I am 17 years old. It has been three years since I first opened a chatroom and had camsex and I actively try to stop. I have spoken to dozens, if not hundreds, of men by this point and they are all the same: they want to use me and will put on a little play to ensure they can get me. Some are just nice and upfront with me, using me and then never speaking to me again. Some put on a show, pretending that they like/love me so I become wrapped around their finger. Some are kind and caring, but then threaten me when they realise that they won't get what they want. Too many of them are angry when they hear the word no and if they aren't straight up agressive towards me, then they're making me feel guilty for having boundaries or trying to convince me to break them because they're different from the rest. I've met dozens of men who've claimed that they're different from the rest but they never are. They're all the same. After so many times of promising myself to stop, what really gets me to stop was someone threatening to share naked photos of me he'd taken while we were on a video call on my Facebook. I block him. I realise just how manipulated I'd been over the years and come to accept the fact that most, if not all, of these men had taken photos without my permission and some probably still have them saved somewhere.

I am 18 years old. I have managed to mostly stay away from the chatrooms and camsex, but I ended up speaking to one more guy. He seems so lovely and kind and caring. He is 26-years-old. We live far apart but he promises that he'll come and visit me sometime, even though he dodges the question every time I ask and never seems to be around or available when I'm available. We talked on and off for months. One day I tell him that I've decided to completely give up on camsex. It is too toxic and traumatic for me. I never want to do it again. He stops talking to me. I slowly realised how he was just nice to me because he wanted camsex and nudes. He never loved me but I loved him.

I am 19 years old. I start dating my ex-boyfriend. He is a genuinely wonderful and kind person. He does not disrespect my boundaries regarding camsex and nudes. He used to do a similar thing and understands how toxic and horrible these spaces can be. He's a good person, other than the fact that he mocks my interest in feminism and occasionally breaks some boundaries. We stay together for a year before we end up drifting apart.

I am 20 years old. I have severe depression. For the first time in my life, while I am incredibly drunk, I talk about my ex David and all the camsex stuff. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders knowing that other people agree that I was groomed. I had convinced myself for years that I was not groomed because I asked him out so everything that happened to me was my own fault. But I realise that while I was a stupid teenager, it still wasn't right for men to take advantage of me. I learn to accept that camsex and nudes will always be a point of trauma for me and something that I can never do again. I am so proud of myself for not doing it for two years.

I am 21 years old. I am the same age my ex David was when I dated him. I look at the freshers at my university and I couldn't imagine dating someone who is just out of college (high school). I had realised some years earlier that my relationship was toxic and pedophilic but it took me getting to the same age he was to realise just how horrible it was. I wish I could warn so many other women but I know I have to live with it because I was that teenage girl who dated that older man so I know that every single one thinks that they're the exception to the rule. They think that there's no way they're getting groomed by and older man because they really are that mature. I wish I could tell them but they'll just run into their groomer's arms even more.

I am 22 years old. I am off anti-depressants and glad that my sex drive is back. I decide that now, post COVID, would be the perfect time to have some fun. I sleep around, but the sex is so unsatifying for me most of the time. The women are good but the men spent five minutes inside of me and are then done. Half of them don't do anything to make me cum and never ask if I have. One of them complains that I take ages to cum after spending two minutes rubbing me off (badly). After feeling guilty for cancelling something last minute, I end up hooking up with someone who I shouldn't have. I cannot remember the last time I felt so repulsed by someone's touch. I stop hooking up with people. For the first time in years, I broke my no nudes, no camsex rule. I feel awful about myself.

I am 23 years old. I realise that my hooking-up with people phase was just a copy of my camsex stage. I realise that the men I hooked up with used the exact same tactics as the men I had camsex with: seemed like nice people so they could use me; got angry at me when I said no to them because they felt entitled to whatever they wanted for being nice to me; and thought that they could drop me for weeks at a time because I will always come running back to them. Sometimes I feel so assured in myself because I have spent years learning about all the maipulation tactics that they all use and because I can say no to them when they try to guilt me; sometimes I feel like that same 14 year old girl who ignored every red flag that she ever saw because she was so deperate for love and attention from anyone.

I am 24 years old. I am 2 years younger than my ex Sam was when I dated him and 4 years younger than Glenn was when I started talking to him. I look at the 18-20 year olds in our office and they are basically children to me. If I feel this way now, how much creepier will it feel when I actually hit 26 or 28? I tell people I have no interest in men and for the first time in my life I truly mean it. I stopped dating them years ago but all interest in them is gone now. Sometimes people tell me that I just haven't met the right man yet. I shrug it off but I want to scream at them. I have met dozens of men who have told me that they're different to the rest but they are all the same in the end. The right man doesn't exist.

#long post #one day I will make another post detailing so many of these men I remember from my cam sex and hook up days #the stories I have are pretty horrid #but they do explain why I don't trust men

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alicerosejensen · 1 year

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Zombie Movie

Warning: Dad! Leon; difficult relationship between father and daughter.

I have a cool request there in messages with Leon's son or daughter and I will try to answer it, but for now, again, Leon's dad and his teenage daughter

Part 2

To say that Leon loved his daughter would be an understatement. He literally adored her. This thirteen-year-old girl occupied his whole heart and Leon truly hated being away from his family. He still remembers how he first picked up this rosy-cheeked bundle of joy, which was so small and fragile that Leon was afraid to drop it or accidentally hurt it.

You always remembered with tenderness how he cooed with her, quickly getting used to how to properly hold the baby in your arms. He walked around the house with her and constantly told something, and how his pumpkin babbled with him.

Whereas everyone said that you became a mother too early, and Leon, on the contrary, considered himself already old to start a family, but this child ... You literally saw hope in his eyes when you told him about your pregnancy and he looked at you with fear, waiting decide whether you want to keep the child. And although he was scared, but above all, he is grateful to you, promising that he will do everything possible and impossible for the happiness of his family.

So when your baby was born, Leon spent all his free time when he was at home. Sometimes he even woke up in the middle of the night after another nightmare and silently approached the crib just looked at his girl, running his finger along her cheek.

You thought Leon was a good father. Of course, he sometimes drank if the mission was not entirely successful, but he rarely got drunk to the point of unconsciousness, believing that he had no right to it and saying that he did not want his daughter to see her father drunk. Leon always made his family a priority, but his work took up a lot of his time. Therefore, often at various holidays and events, Leon was simply absent. And while your girl was little, it was easier for Leon to make up for his absence. Gifts, games together, Leon even allowed to sit on his motorcycle, promising that as soon as she was a little older he would allow her to ride it a little. That was enough for your daughter as a child, but the more she grew up, the more acutely she felt the absence of her father.

The first time this was expressed by the fact that in kindergarten, while fulfilling the task of the teacher to draw her family, your daughter drew only you and herself holding her hand. An ordinary children's drawing, but when you asked her where dad was, she carelessly shaking her legs, sitting on a chair, she simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Dad at work"

You just pursed your lips but took your daughter by the hand, took the drawing and sincerely hoped that Leon would not ask anything, and although he noticed the drawing on the refrigerator door, he really did not say anything.

It was the first red flag, and now... take a deep breath. Your daughter obeys you without any scandals and always asks permission, but only from you. Not with Leon.

Transition is a tricky thing, and although D/N was mostly a calm child, this calmness did not extend to Leon. Teenage hormones seemed to be playing out in full, and D/N became a different kid.

"Can you put your phone away while you're at the table?" Leon asked his daughter in a calm tone, but D/N only gave him a displeased look and returned to correspondence with friends, ignoring the request.

Leon took a deep breath, looking back at you as you put the dinner on plates in kitchen. Her blond hair fell into her eyes as she continued to correspond with someone with a sly smile.

“Mommy, will you take Carmen and me to the cafe after the movie tomorrow?" You glanced at her as she reached out to retrieve her plate of pasta and immediately looked over to Leon as D/N waited for your response. After all, your husband hasn't been called anywhere yet, and you've had too much to do.

"Pumpkin, I'm too busy with work tomorrow, but dad can do it" Leon looked at you with gratitude as if you had just saved his life, but D/N did not seem pleased with this prospect, which is why she silently grabbed her fork immediately upset.

"No need." She grunted under her breath as she typed a message on her new phone. "Then we'll get there ourselves"

Leon swallowed all the words turning away and you yourself did not know how to save the situation. The family dinner took place in some tense atmosphere, never like when D/N was little and sat in a special high chair next to her dad, waiting for him to cut her sausages into small pieces. Leon was silent. You lightly kicked your husband under the table, nodding cautiously in the direction of your daughter. "Talk to her," a mute command causes Leon to put down his cutlery and turn to his daughter.

"What movie do you want to see?" Leon stares into his daughter's face, but she seems more engrossed in her phone. "D/N please put your phone down when someone is talking to you."

"You don't like that," she said, but didn't listen to her father. Instead, the fingers continued to quickly run across the screen, making an annoying vibrating sound.

You wondered if you should intervene and ask D/N to put away her cell phone, because when Leon was not at home, she never took it out when she ate with you. There was a feeling that she was deliberately provoking a scandal, testing Leon's patience for strength. He had it, of course, in excess abundance, but now it was becoming less and less.

"Try it." Leon managed a smile as he moved closer."What movie?"

You noticed the interested twinkle in your daughter's eye as she looked at her father. She must have clicked something on her phone as Leon turned his head to look at what she was showing him.

"Tall Oaks" Leon's face instantly changed. "The city was like that. Until it was blown up."

You look at your husband's pale face, literally feeling like the past is covering him with his head. Without a word, he moves away from his daughter, running his eyes over the table. But only you know that Leon needs a drink right now.

"Zombie movie" D/N happily held out and if she knew what her father was constantly fighting with, it would be like a mockery. "I wonder if the main character will be gutted?"

Leon's reaction was immediate. He knocked over the chair with a jerk, causing you and D/N to jump in fright. Unfortunately, due to his work at home, Leon sometimes had triggers due to certain things that made him sick. D/N did not understand what had just happened and looked at you in fear, looking for protection and safety.

"Since when the fuck are you letting her watch this shit?!" Leon snarled at you as he walked into the kitchen rattling cabinets in an attempt to find a bottle of whiskey. Your daughter ran up to you, clearly not understanding why you are acting so calmly.You told her to come up to the room and finish dinner a little later, but she literally clutched your arm, flinching when her father broke one of the glasses.

Innocent modern children's hobbies. Zombies, shooters, vampires, werewolves. Girls aren't all that pampered these days, and D/N was one of those who liked that kind of stuff. You didn't mind that she didn't watch anything that could harm her psyche, but for Leon, things like zombies were always a painful topic that no one ever brought up in the house. He probably still thought that his little girl likes beautiful elves and pegasi.

"She's not going anywhere tomorrow," he snapped rudely, talking to you in one gulp as he finished his glass of whiskey. “I fight this shit every day, not so she can watch people eat each other.”

"Leon..." your voice interrupted his angry tirade. you just had to explain to him that this is a children's film.

"Why the hell are you letting her watch this?!" Such simple things seemed to anger him in a matter of seconds. You thought it's good that your daughter's game console is in her room and not in the living room, because she has recently become addicted to such games.

Leon yelled at his daughter to go to her room and you had to tell her more gently so that she really left. However, D/N stood still, clutching your arm and staring intently into her father's face. He looked embittered and annoyed, but after a second his eyes widened in surprise and his heart dropped down after missing a couple of beats.

"It would be better if only my mom and I were left, and you never existed!"

You swallowed all the words when you heard this. She never said that and you would not think that she had the courage to do so. Leon still held the empty glass in his hand, just as discouraged and filled with bitterness. But what was said wasn't true, you knew it. D/N loved her father, it's just because of Leon's work that she chose a different tactic to draw attention to herself and this resulted in similar scandals.

Everything is quiet. Leon turned his back, lowering his head, and you repeated the order and again sent your daughter to her room. While she was running up the stairs, you approached your husband, taking his glass from his hands, placing it on the cabinet and hugging him from the back, laying your head on his shoulder. You could hear his single loud sob. Turning to him with your palms you wiped the tears from Leon's cheeks when he in the next moment hugged you buried in your neck, arms tightly clasped around your waist.

"Honey, she..." You sighed as you patted his head. "She doesn't really think so. I will talk to her"

Leon just shook his head.

"I was hoping that I could be a good father to her, but I screwed up and my own daughter hates me."

"NO! No no no. Leon, she doesn't hate you! Look, kids like zombies, monsters these days..." Leon pulled away from you as he returned to his glass pouring another shot of whiskey.

"Since when does anyone like this shit?! And why the hell are little girls allowed into horror movies?!"

He saw your absent-minded smile as you pulled out a colored flyer from the table and handed it to Leon. He took it in his hands and his eyebrow flew up in bewilderment.

"The movie is rated childish. There's more love snot than zombies," you smiled as Leon flipped the paper over to read the synopsis. "Doesn't matter." he growled as he took a long sip from his glass. "She's too small for that. I don't want her to watch people eat each other even if it's just one scene."

“No one eats or guts anyone there, Leon!” you gently stroked his back as he throws out a flyer "There zombies only flicker in the background and their extras play. Nobody forces you to watch a movie with girls. Just take them to the cinema then to a cafe and that's it!"

Leon shook his head but said nothing. Biting your lip, you patiently waited for an answer, arguing that if he forbade going to the cinema with a friend, then their relationship would continue to deteriorate.

"Better yet, go out with her yourself. Spend time with your daughter like you did when she was younger. She needs your attention."

"I know!" he shouted with a thud as he put the glass down on the table. "I'm trying... I'm trying to be a good father. I just want to protect her from this."

"Zombies won't come out of the TV if that's what you mean." Leon chuckled at your words. Soft strokes made his calm down a little and start to put her thoughts in order. "Go up to her and comfort her yourself. And tell her you're taking them to the movies tomorrow."

Leon swallowed but returned to you. Enclosing you in his arms inside him, he breathed in the scent of your hair as he gently rocked you from side to side. Grateful to have you, Leon looked up with a heavy sigh. He really shouldn't have reacted to the movie like that. After kissing you, you broke off your embrace to clear the leftover dinner and broken glass from the table, while your husband slowly made his way to the D/N room to try to make amends.

He really has a lot to fix.

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hee0soo · 5 months

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Match with you!

Pairing — Kang YeosangxTattooArtist!gnreader

Summary — You didn´t know what you expected to happen but this was definitly not it...

Genre — Idol! AU, TattooArtist! AU

Warnings — toothrotting fluff and feels

WORD COUNT — 1.9k

Note — This is my Secret Santa gift for @i-luvsang

I hope you like what your christmas fairy came up with...✨

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

In between recording songs, vocal and dance practice or filming content, it was rare that Yeosang had time to meet up with any friends he had! The fact that most of his friends were also idols who had their own schedules definitely did not help with that in the slightest!

The only person he did have time for no matter how busy his day was, was you!

You who he met during his early trainee days. You who managed to keep his best friend in check with a simple glance in his direction. You who always listened to his worries no matter how early in the morning it was. You who had the Idol wrapped around your pinky finger just by being yourself!

When he had first met you, Yeosang had not approached you for months and neither had you what reason did you have? To you, he was just another classmate of yours!

Only when you were partnered up for a project did you get closer. At first you were apprehensive which he could understand. All of his fellow students knew that he was a trainee under BigHit and While he did his best to stay on top of his classes he could see why you were hesitant to work with him, fearing that he would be to busy to contribute to the project and that you were going to be stuck working on it alone.

He had quickly proven you wrong and with every little snack he brought you l the boy with the heart of gold managed to worm himself into your heart.

From there on the two of you met up regularly to walk home together. Or well, you went home and Yeosang went to the company. It even went so far that you would purposely sit together in class.

That's also how he found out how well you could draw and sketch. Watching you doodle on the side of your note pad while the teacher went on with speech was the highlight of his school day!

"How can you draw so well?" he had asked in awe the first time he admired the motives on your paper.

You had only shrugged back then, not really knowing what to answer to that.

"I don't know."

And with that you had turned back to the little dragon flying around your notes, ignoring the feeling of Yeosang watching closely over your shoulder.

Time flew by and the two of you grew older. While Yeosang had continued training, meeting Wooyoung and eventually debut under a different label, you had stuck to drawing, starting an internship at an Tattoo parlor...

Fast forward to 2023, your skin was now covered in tattoos and you had a loyal clientele that visited the shop you worked at regularly to add to the collections on their skin!

The hobby you had as a student turned into a job and even when your parents had frowned at you and threatened to disown you, Yeosang had always been supportive! Never once doubting you!

It got so far that even Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung had been on the other side of your tattooing gun once or twice. The iconic soulmate tattoo on WooSan's knees being one of your pieces...

"y/nnn?" the deep drawl of Yeosang's voice broke through the trance you had found yourself in while drawing a commission request from a client. The outline of a snake wrapping its body around a bunch of roses appearing on the paper in front of you.

"Hmmm?" you hummed, not taking your eyes away from the paper as you hunched over it on practice room floor at the company building.

"y/nnn?!" he tried again as he lounged on his back, head resting against the armrest of the couch standing right behind you and more then unsatisfied that you had yet to react to his plea for attention.

Letting out a playfully suffering sigh as you turned your head towards the currently blond man, you shot him an amused scolding glare, finding yourself face to face with your best friends sparkly brown eyes.

"Yes Sangie?"

A pout formed on his lips. In the few hours he had been busy going over some of the groups old choreos, wanting to freshen up his memory a little before the stress of preparing for the next comeback could hit him in full. But as soon as you had wandered in, decked out in bags of snacks, drinks and drawing supplies, all plans of practicing had flown right out of the window and now, an hour later, he found himself in his current predicament.

Bored and unsatisfied as you ignored the puppy eyes he stared at the back of your head with!

Your mouth curved up into a teasing smile when you saw the soft glare that resembled a Maltese more then the Doberman he always tried to be for his fans!

"You're ignoring me!" he stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'm working." you huffed and turned back to your drawing.

Yeosang grumbled, unhappy about having lost your attention again.

It fell silent again as you returned to focusing on your commission. Your best friend let out a suffering sigh as his eyes followed the movements of the pencil in-between your fingers, glide smoothly over the paper. He trailed is eyes up to admire the profile of your face over the slope of your nose down to your mouth, where your teeth were gently nibbling on your lower lip in concentration.

How your eyes lit up at the prospect of finishing your sketch, how they just seemed to shine brighter doing something you loved...

Oh how Yeosang whished you would look at him like that at least once!

The snakes face grew in depth as you worked on it's slitted eyes and the vocalist was once again stunned by your ability to breath life into something as simple as a drawing.

"Would you give me one?"

*What?*

Whipping your head around to look at his handsome face. You weren't blind! Of course you knew that he was handsome, ethereally beautiful even, always had been even as a young boy! He was, after all, an Idol known for his deep voice, dance ability and statue like beauty!

Still, that had never been the reason why you were so whipped for this man! It was the kindness he radiated that had drawn you to him in the first place. If you had to describe Yeosang in words, they would by kind, hard working, gentle, funny, intelligent and so many more...

The aloof demeanor he put on only being a facade to hide from prying eyes, hiding a man only few got the privilege to see...

His deep brown orbs were starring right back at you as you gaped at him like fish on land, waiting for an answer from you.

"You want a tattoo?"

Yeosang hummed in agreement, his baritone voice sending the butterflies in your stomach flying.

"Have you, uhm, talked to your manager about it? Like-"

"Not really but I trust you."

The statement meant more to you then you would like to admit. The words had left him as easily as breathing.

"I don't want to get you in trouble Sang-ah..."

Yeosang carefully studied your face. Worry for him was written all over your face.

He thought for a moment, remembering the contents of your bag like the back of his hand.

"What about a non-permanent one for now? With body markers?"

You put down your pencil, pushed everything to the side and turned your body to face him entirely.

"Did you have something in mind? Or do you want me to choose?"

"I want to match with you!"

His eyes wandered over your collarbone, down to your arms, littered with ink until he stopped at the small picture of a paw print. It was by far not your biggest or most astonishing tattoo but the one that meant the most to you. The one that was meant to represent the paw of a puppy. The one that was meant to represent him and the one you refused to tell him if it was supposed to be a Maltese or Doberman.

Yeosang sat up on the couch.

"You want a paw print too?" you asked confused.

He shook his head, bright blonde hair falling gently into his face.

"I want to have a kitten, so you have the puppy paw for me and I have the cat for you..."

His ears turned red at the admission and your best friend hid behind his hand, an awkward laugh ringing through the practice room.

"Sorry, it was just an idea and-"

"I'll do it!" you cut him off, giddy to start already. You patted the empty space next to you, urging him to sit there before reaching for the pencil case in your bag where you kept the markers.

"Come here and give me your hand!"

Yeosang did as he was told dutifully. He gingerly put his hand in yours and drew the outline of a tiny cat.

It was only a small drawing so you were quick to finish and looked up only to stare directly into the eyes of your best friend. Just inches away from your face!

Your eyes widened in surprise and his close proximity caused your heart flutter.

*When did he get so close?*

"Uhm? Yeo you-?"

Cut of by his lips softly pressing against your own, dropped the marker still sitting in your hand.

The touch was light like a feather and over again before you could react to his ministrations.

"I'm sorry y/n, I just..." Yeosang murmured as he pulled away, gazing at you with a dazed expression. The man didn't know what to say and neither did you.

Only then did you notice his hand still holding yours while his thumb was gently brushing over your skin there. He tried pulling his hand away but you didn't let him, instead you laced your fingers with his.

"Please don't be sorry!" you croaked, voice almost to quiet for him to hear.

"No y/n, please can we just forget this happened?"

Suddenly much less euphoric then before, you pulled away. His words hurt and suddenly you wanted to disappear. Did he, really think kissing you was a mistake?

"What if I don't want to forget it tho?"

Pain was evident with the way your voice wavered.

Yeosang didn't look away from you for even a second and he swore that he could hear something shatter inside of him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way but it seemed that he had managed to do exactly that.

The kiss wasn't a mistake in his eyes and while he wished it didn't happen like this, he didn't regret it at all!

"You don't?"

He was unsure if he had heard you correctly but a tiny part of him felt hope clawing, trying to be set free.

You shook your head. Instead of answering you leaned forward to catch his lips with yours. This time it was Yeosang who looked surprised.

"Does this answer your question?" you exhaled, tone breaking at the end.

Your best friend looked completely baffled by the kiss you had initiated and all he could do was nod while a dazed smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes, it does...”

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Good Fit

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Reader is a bit of a player. Thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) degradation kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Daddy kink, Sir kink, Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, implied masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, competition. Innuendo around a threesome. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

This is inspired by an ask from @lovebittenbyevans. Hope you like the filth, love! Part three of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!

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This wasn’t revenge.

This was self indulgence.

Revenge was about the other person. This was all about you. What Chris had done just helped you to see that everyone was selfish. And that you should be too.

This realization led to your current situation:

Skating in your own slick on Henry’s thick, hairy thigh, your workout clothes on the floor of Henry’s home gym.

He’d invited you for a cozy weekend at his home after working on film together in London led to hot sex. Good food, sensational fucking and a proper work out. You could get used to this.

Riding Henry’s thigh was the result of watching him continually squatting to deadlift double your body weight, the muscles in his thighs rippling and straining against his golden tanned skin obscenely. You’d started sweating on the treadmill, and not because your incline was set to 20.

Henry happened to look over at you lusting for him, and soon you were riding his thigh on the weight bench, chasing your high like a woman possessed but deliciously controlled.

“Thaaat’s right Love. Just like that. Careful now.”

Henry’s beautiful smile and dimples had you transfixed as you modulated your movements, biting your lip to staunch the power of your impending explosion.

Your knee was near his heavy balls, which were drawing up under his thick, fat, weighty cock. Henry was grasping the base of his thick staff, squeezing and sliding his large fist in time with your undulations.

The scent and energy of sex was heavy in the air.

“C-can I cum, Sir? Please?”

Henry frowned a bit, the brown taking over his beautiful eyes. Your plaintive whine caused him to study your face, the tears in your eyes and those luscious lips trembling as you begged for release. You were asking him for permission, but you had him under your spell.

“Not. Quite. Yet. Dove.”

He grunted out the response, the feeling of your quivering core on his thigh causing him to leak all over his hand. You looked down at it and licked your lips, arching your back.

“You are quite the vision like this.”

Henry grasped your throat and squeezed a little, then slid his hand down the column of your neck to your chest and grasped your nipple and pinched. The delicious pain was almost too much and you squeezed your eyes shut to try and control the sensory inputs which were bombarding you.

“O- o- ohhhhhhh….”

You gasped for air as you stopped moving to try and stop the inevitable.

Henry felt your clit quiver, the small piece of flesh hard and plucky on his thigh. He flexed and looked at you with a saucy smirk. You were on the verge of tears, the sinews of his muscle obliterating the last of your control.

“What’s wrong Dove? Can’t hold it?”

Henry’s lust filled eyes dragged down to where you were soaking his thigh, your juices dripping off him to the floor. He licked his lips, eager to taste.

“Sir! Please!”

“So desperate,” Henry gruffly whispered as he softly caressed you with his thumbs and admired your face flushed with desire.

“So pretty too.”

He leaned down near your nipple, his hot breath causing your vision to speckle white.

“Cum for me Dove.”

His lips enclosed around your hard aching bud and you exploded on his thigh, body shaking as Henry continually flexed and relaxed his leg. He held on to your waist as your movements became wilder, and moved you up and down the column of his leg by force to prolong your orgasm.

Your screams echoed off the walls of his gym, and your throat was raw as you finished flying in his arms. You collapsed, still on this thigh, head on his broad sweaty shoulder.

“Holy fuck, Hen. That was…”

His deep chuckled bloomed warmth in your stomach as his hands encircled your waist again.

“Oh I’m not done with you just yet…”

He stood you up, your legs as shaky as a newborn fawn, and moved his thigh.

“I wanna clean you up, Sir.”

You were staring at his slick thigh and cock and Henry moaned, his cock jumping against his stomach.

“I was planning on stretching out your tight little cunt, but I’ll always give you anything you ask for, Dove.”

Henry leaned back and stretched his massive thighs as you knelt down between his legs, admiring his heavy balls and thick, wide dick, head fully projected from around the skin of his uncut shaft.

You leaned down and licked your juices from his thigh, starting near his knee, and fully sticking the width of your tongue out to catch your liquid in your mouth. Henry looked at you with hooded eyes as your tiny hand tried to grasp his cock and jack him, swiping your thumb across his massive head as you teased him with your lips and tongue.

Soon, his hands were in your hair as he pulled you near his cock, anticipation too much for him to bear. He gathered your thick tresses in his hand as you split your lip trying to swallow him, watching your eyes roll back in your head and close as you gagged and spit around him.

“Thaattssss it little Dove. Swallow like a good girl.”

“Mmmhmmmmph. Ummmhmmmm,” was all you could say.

Right when Henry’s head was thrown back and his balls were as hard and compact as they could be before he spurted down your throat, your phone buzzed.

You did not care, but it was right beside Henry on the weight bench and his brow furrowed at the intrusion on his release.

You cursed yourself for not putting it on silent, but you tried to take Henry deeper to distract him.

Henry’s eyes were on you, a little menacing as he reached for your phone, brought it forward to look at it. He glanced at it then frowned. He looked up at you.

“Who is ‘Thot?’”

Your eyes widened. Henry did not let you up to answer. In fact he pressed your head down further on his cock. You tried to remain calm and concentrate on breathing, but it was a chore.

‘Thot’ was the moniker that you’d renamed Chris’s contact. Why the fuck was he calling you now? Finally, Henry pulled you off his cock as the phone stopped buzzing.

“Um… a friend.”

Henry stared you down.

“Sir.”

You tried to stare back at him innocently. It didn’t work, however. Henry knew about you and Chris and suspected that’s who it was. But you were gorgeous with your face ruined for him. He decided to let it pass.

For now.

“Oh.”

Henry’s eyes gleamed.

“Ok.”

He placed the phone on his other thigh and pressed your head down on his cock again. You breathed a sigh of relief as you got on with it.

Just as you managed to get Henry to the precipice, your phone buzzed again.

“Bloody Hell!”

Henry swore and grabbed the phone.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Henry growled.

Your eyes got wide as you saw it was Chris again, this time on facetime. For some reason, your cunt throbbed as Henry looked at it, raised his eyebrow, and answered.

Henry grinned as Chris came into view. The competition between these two was ever present.

“What the fuck!”

You heard Chris swear as Henry’s face popped up on his screen. His hand still gripped your hair, making you bob now, making you glug on his cock. Surely Chris heard it. How could he not?

“So you’re the Thot!”

Henry chuckled as the obscene noises you were making continued. He was hard as a rock. Clearly, he was enjoying this.

“Why are you answering Y/N’s phone? Where is she?”

Henry looked down at you and you looked up at him, your pussy dripping on the floor beneath you. This debasement was so arousing. These two men. You couldn’t describe this feeling.

“She’s a little…busy. Mouth full. Can I take a message?”

Chris was blown away. He couldn’t be hearing what he thought he was hearing.

“Let me speak to her, Cavill.”

“As you wish, mate. Remember, you asked for it.”

Henry pressed the button to switch the camera, and Chris got a prime view of you gargling Henry’s cock.

The look on his face was inscrutable as you stared up at him, mouth full of Henry. The thrill of him watching made you touch yourself.

Chris didn't know what to think . He was instantly angry, but then you looked so gorgeous, lips stretched, tears and drool streaming down your face. He could tell your nipples were rock hard, and when he saw that your hand was circling your clit, his pants started to get tight.

Chris smirked at you.

“What are you doing, y/n? Are you doing something you shouldn’t?”

Henry pulled you off of him, and this time you made sure that it was with a pop. For some reason, you wanted to make a show for Chris.

“Answer the man, Dove. What in the world are you doing?”

Henry still held your hair in your hand, and turned your face for a better view.

“I’m sucking Sir off. You said that we weren’t exclusive, and that we could get with whomever we wanted to. I want Henry.”

“That’s right, my filthy little minx. C’mere.”

Henry pulled you up for a kiss, and all Chris could see was the phone in Henry’s hand near your thigh. He could see your arousal up close now.

“Let Chris see how good I make you feel, Dove, let him see what he’s missing out on.”

Henry shoved the phone in your hands as he spread your thighs around his and pointed his cock at your cunt. You held your phone up for a high selfie as Chris speechlessly watched you slowly slide down and around Henry’s thick shaft.

You could see Chris shifting, and you could guess what he was doing. You were surprised, but not much. Chris Evans was a freak.

“Oh Baby doll. I knew you were a cock slut, but I thought only for Daddy’s dick.”

Chris groaned, in pain or… something else.

Henry laughed as your mouth went slack at his girth. You started bouncing and taking Chris for the ride.

“You broke me Daddy. You gave it to someone else, so I thought I could do the same. What did you think would happen?”

“I’d say you didn’t fuck her thoroughly enough, Evans. Or else she wouldn’t have come to me so readily. Or cum for me so easily.”

You caught Henry’s thumb on your clit and your face in ecstasy on camera and Chris couldn’t stand it.

“Well, I must admit, you look absolutely gorgeous taking that dick…but I bet it isn’t as good as mine.”

“Nice try, Evans. How could you leave this tight little piece up for grabs? Fool.”

Henry chuckled again and stood up, easily taking you over to the yoga mats and laying you down. Your hair was everywhere, an angelic halo as Henry and now Chris, did devilish things to you.

It was obvious what Chris was doing now as he watched your face while Henry pounded you out.

“O-o-hhhhhh… fuck… Daddy… oh Dadddyyyy.. Henry is not as… not as.. Long as you are…”

Henry pounded you harder.

“But it’s…..sssssss fuck! It’s thicker…FUCK! And It feeels so gooddddd.”

Chris was dripping in his own hand now. And you looked up, afraid, only to see Henry beaming down at you.

“I see…. I see it feels good Baby. Take it like a good girl for Daddy. You can do it.”

Chris talking you through taking Henry’s dick. Was just what you needed to cum again.

When you came down, Chris had a question.

“So which would you rather have?”

Chris panned down to remind you of what he was working with.

The fact that he was getting off almost sent you over the edge again . You dropped your phone, but Henry picked it up to capture your rapture. When your eyes opened again, the phone was in your face.

“Answer the man, Dove. Which. Would. You. Rather. Have?”

Penis punctuation got you over the edge. And the audience didn’t hurt. You put your finger in your mouth as Henry made sure to get your bouncing tits in view.

“Can you handle what I’m doing to your Baby Doll, Evans? Don’t be upset if I fuck her better….”

Henry was talking himself to the edge. It was Chris’s turn to chuckle.

“I see her tight little pussy has got you too. Seems like shes the one fucking you. Let her answer the question, Hen.”

Chris' mocking tone made Henry go that much harder and put his hand around your throat.

“Shit, you’re squeezing the life outta me Dove…”

Henry peered down at you.

“You like this, don’t you?”

His hand got tighter around your windpipe, then released.

“Answer the man. Which?”

“S-Sir…”

You looked into Henry’s eyes and back at Chris on the screen.

“Daddy…”

Chris scowled at you.

“I-I - I… I can’t choose. I want both. … Need both!”

Henry’s hips stuttered at those words and Chris moaned audibly.

“What does that mean, Dove? You want to trade off when you’re in Europe or in the states? Or do you want both of us….”

Henry had to catch his breath.

“At once?”

“Oh fuck yessss!”

“Which would you rather have in your ass?”

“Him. Or me? Or maybe both?”

The barrage of filth from both of them caused you to arch your back and cum again, as Henry pulled out and spurted his hot spend all over your face, neck, and breasts. You could hear that Chris was cuming too, 4500 miles away.

Henry kept your phone on you as you played in his cum for the camera. You felt extremely satisfied. And extremely powerful.

You wanted more.

“Holy shit, Baby doll!”

Henry handed you the phone as he went to get a warm wet towel to clean up with.

“You did so well, Baby. Such a good girl. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

You smiled at Chris.

“Not in a bad way, Daddy.”

“Fuck!”

Chris was more excited than he had been in months.

“I can be in London next week. Do you want that?”

You frowned a little.

“I don’t know if Sir would want that….”

Chris laughed.

“Trust me. I wouldn't have seen what I just saw if Cavill wasn’t cool with it. What do you want?”

You bit your lip as Henry approached you, grinning.

“I want you to come.”

“Say less. See you soon, Baby doll.”

You hung up as Henry smiled at you and your stomach did a flip.

It seemed like the pieces of your life were fitting together nicely.

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lace-coffin · 1 month

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Hi im that person that asked for the stufed toy thing and oh my god i loved it so much i loved everything and onece your requests are open sorry im asking while they are shut i had this sudden idea for a request sorry😭😭 ive also kinda got 2 ideas soooo sorry😅

But like a reader that is obsessed with drawing and loved to draw cute and sweet drawings to give to asa to do with their hyper fixation or every time they are with him they start ranting to him about it or them i dont know but he would be so educated on their hyper fixation unless its bugs then he would already know everything haha

Or idea 2

The reader likes to lick things randomly for no particular reason they just like to do it or they love physical touch and cant get enough of it always cuddling with asa at night as close as they can and just imagine them cuddling and they just lick him then he just gets confused that would be so funny to imagine😭😭

Or the reader for the same type of thing as the plushie one but instead music to calm them down and they would have like a tiny crying fit for their headphones bc i have had alot of meltdowns over not having my headphones its crazy i love your writing so much hope u have a good day❤️

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

Requests are open!

Hi I hope you like this! I totally crammed my last two fixations into this < 3

Call Asa old but he wasn’t exactly up to date on video games. He defiantly was now at least, not that he had much choice. You were always flipping between interests, intensely talking and interacting with one topic for weeks or months at a time and then switching to another that catches your interest. It’s been Sonic The Hedgehog for atleast 3 weeks now.

He didn’t exactly picture his desk to be filled with pictures of anthropomorphic hedgehogs but here he is, he kinda signed up for this when he stuffed you into the trunk, knowingly or not. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy, even if he thinks you’re spending a little too much time on that GameCube you begged him to bring to hotel..

A few weeks pass and it’s now the Saw franchise. Victims being “tested” in disgusting gory traps by a man that fancies himself to be god? This is more up to his speed..pun unintended.

A series of excited knocks sound from the door of your masters workroom. Stretching his taught shoulders and neck he takes inventory of his aching muscles, he supposes he can take a break to spend some time with his puppy. Slumping back in the chair and swinging it to face to door Asa calls you in. “Enter”

Keeping your eyes pinned to the floor until given further permission you enter the room, shuffling over to drop to your knees in front of your owner, waiting for the order. The currently unmasked man drinks in your appearance, oversized jumper falling to sit on your neatly pressed together thighs and the collar he places on you every morning slightly twisted, the tag not where it should be.

“Eyes up pet” he says firmly, snapping his fingers to emphasise the point. Jumping a little at the suddenness you snap your eyes up to meet a fond look on master’s face, you relax a little, letting out a sigh.

Shuffling to prop his chin up with his fist in interest, Asa continues.

“What can I do for you pet?”

Visibly perking up and practically vibrating on the wooden floor you push the paper into Asa’s face, defiantly too close, there’s no way he can actually see it like that. Realising this you settle to put it in his lap and stare back at him hopefully.

“I drew more pictures! I wanted you to see..” you reply a little shy, suddenly realising how loud and excitable you had been, insecurity creeping in. Asa recognises you shrinking in on yourself and tuts. “Can I see, cricket?” He adds softly, prompting you to show him what you’ve been working on, he never wants you to feel ashamed about you’re passions even if you’ve been taught in the past to ‘tone it down’

Asa wants all of you, he accepted that from the moment he hoisted you into the box, to the moments when he firmly settles the collar around your throat every morning.

Soft smile settling onto your face you hand over the paper, not ignoring the way your knuckles brush against your masters during the exchange.

You wait with baited breath as he looks the paper over, you know he would never say anything demeaning about your art but you can’t help feel a little anxiety when letting someone in on something special to you. Todays drawing is a rough sketch of your for a saw trap, it’s grisly and frankly disgusting, you don’t envy anyone that would end up strapped down and desperate on the other end of it. Obviously you have no need for a contraption like that, but it’s only an (admittedly) sick fantasy.

After flicking through the diagrams and reading the notes as best he can (it’s not your fault he can’t read you’re handwriting well 🙄) a strange look crosses his face..it’s almost like you can see the cogs working in his brain. this could either be fantastic or a disaster, Asa isn’t one to do things half assed, it’s always all or nothing.

“Can I use this?” The silence is suddenly broken, his sclera eyes raising to meet your own, not any less eerie than when hidden behind his mask.

A strange feeling begins to pool in your stomach, should you feel exited? Proud that he wants to use your plans? Or disgusted? Sick to your stomach that the plans you never envisioned actually coming to fruition will be used to torture some poor individual? Unsure how to feel or respond you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as if trying to muster something up.

“These are wonderful cricket, they may need a little tinkering to make them functional but regardless this design is…fascinating.” A sickly sweet smile sits on your masters lips as he hands the paper back to you, ruffling your hair and placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Stunned and with a pit in your stomach you nod dumbly, leaning into the affection and practically purring. The idea that you’ve just essentially sentenced someone to their painful and unethical demise is soul crushing…but also a little thrilling? Has your owner really rubbed off on you this much? It’s not like you don’t know what he does day in and day out but it’s never been this..personal.

Asa slaps his knees (like the old man he is) and rolls back over to the desk, pushing away his current projects and random hardware to make room for your (his) new trap.

“Can you bring me the paper please, doll?. I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

Shaking off the ever building dread you pull yourself up, a little unsteady due to the burning in your thighs from sitting in one position so long. Placing the paper on his desk you stare back at him, waiting for further instruction. you’re not sure when he ended up ingraining that response into your mind but at this point it’s not worth questioning, it’s not hard to see that the pair of you are living in your own little world outside of normal society by now.

“You’re welcome to either sit by me as I work and give input considering it’s you’re design or you may sit on your bed and wait for me to finish”

You glance over at the cushy pet bed across the room from Asa’s desk…a lay down does sound ideal right now, maybe a nap will help clear your head? Or swallow the guilt.

“I’m gonna lay down sir, maybe nap a little, promise I won’t snore and distract you” you tease, giggling and feeling a little better in yourself.

Asa huffs out a chuckle at your joke. “I’ll be sure you don’t little bug.” He says, smiling gently at you. You turn to leave before being stopped in your tracks.

“One more thing, pet”

Cool gloved hands slide around your neck making you shiver at the contact, the small misplaced silver tag is slid back into its original place, proudly stating your name and owner on the front like a brand.

“There we go, much better”

Blushing a little you thank your owner and wonder off to the dog bed, curling up and lazily watching him work from afar.

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Stubborn hearts

Summary: You're stubborn, but so is Karl. He wasn't willing to give up on you, even if the constant rejection hurt him.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Rejection and mild anguish

Author's Notes: Can you believe I wrote this scene twice? Originally, I had this fun idea of them both having a comical fight over being scared of a cockroach, but then I thought, "Wait, would that really fit with Alan Rickman's performance style?" So, I decided to rethink and rewrite the entire scene without any cockroaches, unlike the original draft. 😅

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First and Second part here.

In the days that followed, Karl's attempts to win you over continued, but the gulf between you remained as wide as ever. He showered you with gifts—a new set of books, elegant jewelry, and even a grand piano for the music room—but each gesture seemed to push you further away rather than draw you closer.

Despite your continued rejection of Karl's advances, you found solace in the company of the Pomeranian puppy he had gifted you. You had named him Mouse, partly out of defiance but also because the name seemed to fit his small, jittery personality.

Mouse quickly became your constant companion, following you around the estate as you went about your daily routines. His playful antics and unwavering loyalty began to melt the icy walls around your heart. You found yourself talking to him, confiding in him your frustrations and dreams, knowing he would never judge or demand anything of you.

One afternoon, as you walked through the gardens with Mouse trotting alongside you, you heard Karl's footsteps behind you. He approached cautiously, as if afraid of startling you or upsetting the fragile peace between you.

"May I join you?" Karl asked tentatively, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

You paused, considering his request. Mouse looked up at you expectantly, and you sighed softly. "If you wish," you replied coolly, continuing your walk with Mouse at your side.

Karl fell into step beside you, keeping a respectful distance. "He seems to adore you," he commented, nodding towards Mouse.

You glanced down at the small dog, who was busy sniffing a flower. "He's a good companion," you admitted, your voice softening.

Karl smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I'm glad," he said quietly. "I hoped he might bring you some comfort."

You nodded slightly, a flicker of gratitude touching your expression. "He has," you admitted, turning your gaze back to the gardens, ignoring him.

Karl sighed at your coldness and decided to leave you alone, feeling the weight of your distant demeanor heavy on his shoulders. He turned to walk away, the disappointment evident in his posture as he retreated, hoping to give you the space you seemed to desire.

Later, as you sat in the library, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting warm rays through the windows, you found yourself lost in the pages of a book. Your faithful companion, Mouse, was curled up at your feet. The gentle rustle of pages turning was the only sound in the room until the door creaked open, breaking the peaceful silence.

Raising your eyes from the text, you saw Karl entering, a hesitant smile playing on his lips beneath his thick mustache.

"May I join you?" he asked softly, his voice cautious.

You glanced at him over the edge of your book, a hint of amusement in your eyes. "It's your house, Karl. You don't need my permission," you replied matter-of-factly, returning your attention to the page before you.

Karl sighed, a mixture of frustration and resignation evident in the sound. Nonetheless, he moved further into the room, his gaze sweeping over the shelves of books as if searching for something to occupy his attention.

"What are you reading?" he inquired after a moment, his tone light but curious.

"A book," you replied with a hint of sarcasm, not bothering to look up.

Undeterred, Karl continued his search for a book, occasionally stealing glances in your direction as if trying to gauge your mood. Eventually, he made his way to the sofa where you sat, his steps hesitant.

"Which do you think I should read?" he asked, his tone softer now, more tentative.

You sighed inwardly, recognizing the effort Karl was making to engage with you. Setting your book aside, you motioned for him to join you on the couch.

"Come here," you said, your voice softer than before. "Let's read together."

Karl's expression softened with surprise, but he nodded and took a seat beside you, careful not to intrude on your space.

You reached for the book you had been reading, a well-worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice," and opened it to the first page. "I was just starting this," you explained, your voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty.

Karl glanced at the title with interest. "Ah, a classic," he remarked with a small smile.

You nodded in agreement, turning to the first chapter. "Shall we begin?" you asked, and began to read aloud.

"Chapter One. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

As you read, Karl listened attentively, the words of Jane Austen weaving a spell of enchantment around you both. Your voice, though soft, carried the subtle humor of the text, drawing Karl into the story with each word.

And as the chapters unfolded, the tension between you seemed to melt away. The shared activity brought a sense of quiet companionship, a bridge over the gap that had separated you for so long. Karl's presence beside you felt less imposing, more comforting, and you found yourself relaxing in his company.

When you finished the chapter, you glanced at Karl, surprised to see a genuine smile on his face. "Thank you for reading," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

You returned the smile, feeling a sense of connection that had been missing between you before. "You're welcome," you replied, a hint of warmth in your tone.

Karl hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Would you like me to continue?" he asked tentatively, gesturing to the book in his hands.

You considered his offer, touched by his willingness to share this moment with you. After a moment's thought, you nodded. "I'd like that," you said, and settled back against the cushions, ready to listen as Karl began to read.

As Karl continued reading, Mouse, the faithful companion, lay curled up at your feet, his soft snores adding to the tranquil atmosphere of the library. The warm glow of the lamplight bathed the room in a cozy ambiance, wrapping you both in a cocoon of peace and comfort.

Suddenly, Karl paused, his gaze lingering on the page before him. "You know," he said, his voice thoughtful, "the dynamic between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy feels familiar, doesn't it?"

You turned to him, intrigued by his observation. "How so?" you inquired, curious to hear his perspective.

A faint smile graced Karl's lips as he explained, "Their relationship, at its core, is a journey of understanding and growth. Despite their initial misunderstandings and differences, they find a profound connection rooted in mutual respect and admiration."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, considering his comparison carefully. "You believe our relationship mirrors theirs?" you asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

Karl nodded earnestly, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. Despite our differences and the challenges we've faced, I believe there's a potential for something meaningful between us."

But you couldn’t stifle a laugh, though it was laced with bitterness. “Karl, let’s not deceive ourselves. Ours is not a love story. It's a pact of convenience. I didn’t choose this path, and I certainly didn’t choose you.”

Karl’s gaze dropped to the book in his hands, his grip tightening as he absorbed your words. "Why do you reject me so vehemently?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and pain.

Your frustration boiled over, fueled by resentment. "How can you even ask that?" you shot back, your tone sharp with anger. "You destroyed my family's business, Karl! You purposely drove it to ruin just to manipulate my father into agreeing to this marriage."

Karl's expression faltered, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I never intended to—"

"Don’t bother with your excuses," you interrupted, your voice icy with contempt. "You desired me, and you exploited my family's vulnerability to fulfill your own ambitions. You may be old enough to be my father, but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate my life."

Karl opened his mouth to respond, but you refused to let him. "You are not the man I envisioned spending my life with, Karl. Not even close. My dreams were of love, of partnership, of a future built on trust and affection. Not this... this travesty."

Karl winced as your words pierced his heart. Releasing his grip on the book, he struggled to maintain his composure, his emotions roiling beneath the surface. After a moment of tense silence, he rose from his seat, turning to face you with a mixture of sorrow and defiance. "It doesn’t matter, [Your Name]," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "You're my wife now, and whether you accept it or not, you belong to me."

You recoiled at his assertion, your eyes blazing with indignation. "Belongs to you?" you spat, rising to meet his gaze with equal ferocity. "I don't belong to anyone, Karl. Especially not to you."

Karl's jaw clenched, his frustration evident. "I have tried to be patient, to understand you," he declared, his voice tinged with frustration. "I have extended olive branches, I have given you space, but I can no longer abide by that!"

With sudden resolve, Karl swore under his breath, his native tongue carrying the weight of his determination. "Genug ist genug!" (Enough is enough!)

Advancing towards you, he locked eyes with you, his resolve unyielding. "From this moment on, we will share the same bedroom, the same bed," he announced, his tone authoritative. "I refuse to tolerate this distance between us any longer."

You recoiled at his demand, shaking your head in defiance. "I will not share a bed with you," you declared adamantly, your voice trembling with resolve. "I would sooner sleep on the floor than spend a single night under the same roof as you."

Karl's gaze hardened, his determination unwavering. "So be it," he stated firmly. "But mark my words, [Your Name], this divide between us will not endure. I will do whatever it takes to bridge the chasm you've erected around your heart."

With that final declaration, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts. As his words echoed in your mind, you couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped you, uncertain of what the future held for you and Karl, bound together by a marriage forged in strife.

As you lay in bed, the soft purring of Mouse providing a comforting backdrop, you couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over you like a heavy blanket. The room felt stifling, suffocating even, despite the gentle glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls.

When Karl entered the room, a pillow in hand, you braced yourself for the tension that always seemed to accompany his presence. His silent entry did little to ease your discomfort, and you found yourself retreating further into the covers, seeking solace in their embrace.

As he settled into bed, you felt his eyes on you, a weighty gaze that made your skin crawl. Without a word, you made your decision, gathering your pillow and Mouse before rising from the bed. His voice cut through the silence, tinged with concern, but you paid it no mind.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room," you announced, your tone firm and unwavering.

Karl's protest fell on deaf ears as you turned to leave, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow. "Your duty as my wife is to sleep in the same bedroom as me." But you refused to be swayed by his attempts to assert authority over you, to dictate the terms of your existence.

"My duty as your wife?" you scoffed, your voice tinged with bitterness. "I never asked for this marriage, Karl. It was forced upon me, and I will not be confined by your expectations."

With that, you left him in the darkness, his frustration palpable in the air. Alone in the silence of the room, Karl's thoughts raced, his mind consumed by the image of you retreating to the guest room, away from him.

"Verdammt schwierige Frau!" (Damn difficult woman!) he muttered under his breath, the words a testament to his mounting frustration. He punched his pillow in a futile attempt to release his pent-up anger before extinguishing the light, enveloping himself in the darkness.

But despite his efforts to find rest, Karl found himself tossing and turning, unable to escape the gnawing sense of longing that consumed him. For in that moment, as he lay alone in the darkness, Karl couldn't deny the ache in his heart, the yearning for a connection that seemed just out of reach.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Karl couldn't bear it any longer. He rose from his own bed with practiced silence, mindful not to disturb the other occupants of the house. Step by step, he navigated the familiar corridors until he reached your guest room.

Pausing at the threshold, Karl's heart raced with a mixture of apprehension and resolve. With a steady hand, he pushed the door open, the hinges protesting softly against the intrusion. Mouse, your loyal companion, stirred at the sound, his inquisitive eyes meeting Karl's.

Karl offered a tender smile to the faithful dog, beckoning him over. Mouse obliged, his tail wagging in anticipation. With a gentle touch, Karl closed the door behind him, leaving Mouse outside. Now it was just you and Karl, alone in the stillness of the night.

Approaching the bed with cautious steps, Karl's gaze softened as he beheld your peaceful form, a hint of furrowed brow betraying your slumbering mind's wanderings. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Karl eased himself onto the bed, careful not to disturb you.

As he settled beside you, the warmth of your body beckoned to him, drawing him in. With a tender touch, Karl pulled you close, enveloping you in his embrace. A sense of calm washed over him as you nestled against him, fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. In that moment, Karl found solace in the simple intimacy of being close to you.

"You're so stubborn," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the darkness.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Karl chuckled quietly, his chest tightening with affection.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair.

You shifted again, curling into him even more. Karl felt his heart swell with warmth, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're worth the fight," Karl whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

But as he lay curled up in bed with you, Karl sighed softly, his breath barely audible in the quiet of the room. He knew that you wouldn't approve of this closeness if you were awake, but he couldn't help but relish the moment. Despite the tension and distance between you during the day, being here with you now felt strangely comforting.

Gazing at you, sleeping soundly beside him, Karl couldn't help but admire your peaceful expression. In the soft light filtering through the curtains, you looked utterly serene, your defenses momentarily down. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, unable to resist the urge to touch you.

Karl leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. He knew you wouldn't appreciate such intimacy, especially considering the strained dynamic between you. But in this fleeting moment, he allowed himself to indulge in the tenderness he felt towards you.

As he stood up, Karl heard Mouse scratching at the door, eager to join him. He glanced back at you once more, feeling a pang of longing as he admired your slumbering form. Despite the complexities of your relationship, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, the desire to be close to you in whatever way he could.

Opening the door, Karl welcomed Mouse inside, watching fondly as the little dog bounded into the room, his tail wagging with excitement. Mouse struggled to climb onto the high bed, and Karl couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He reached down, scooping up the small dog and helping him settle on the bed beside you.

Seeing Mouse snuggle up next to you, Karl smiled softly, a twinge of sadness tugging at his heart. In that moment, he wished things could be different between you, that he could openly express his affection without fear of rejection. But he knew that such fantasies were futile, mere illusions in the face of reality.

With a heavy heart, Karl left the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He made his way to his own bedroom, the weight of the night bearing down on him. As he settled into bed, surrounded by the darkness and silence of his room, Karl couldn't shake the image of you sleeping peacefully, a reminder of the distance between you that seemed insurmountable.

The memory of your presence lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the warmth he craved but couldn't have. He traced the empty space beside him, where you were meant to be, feeling the weight of your absence like a physical ache.

Despite his longing, Karl knew he had to respect your boundaries, even if it meant sacrificing his own desires. He sighed deeply, the conflict within him palpable. He couldn't force you to feel what he felt, no matter how deeply he loved you.

But love wasn't something Karl could control. It had crept up on him unexpectedly, refusing to be ignored despite his attempts to keep it at bay. He loved you with a depth he couldn't explain, a fierce devotion that left him vulnerable and exposed.

As he lay there, lost in his thoughts, Karl couldn't help but wonder why it had to be you. Of all the women in the world, why did he have to fall for someone so out of reach? It was a question that tormented him, a mystery he couldn't unravel.

He longed to bridge the gap between you, to break through the walls you had erected around yourself. But every attempt seemed to push you further away, leaving him feeling helpless and alone.

"Why do you repudiate me so much?" he whispered into the darkness, his voice heavy with emotion. "Can't you see how much I love you? How much I want to make you happy?"

The ache in his chest refused to ease, a constant reminder of the divide between them. Karl knew he had to respect your boundaries, to give you the space you needed. But it was a painful sacrifice, one that tore at his heart with each passing moment.

He closed his eyes, seeking solace in the memories they had shared. The moments of laughter and companionship, the fleeting glimpses of the woman he knew you could be. He held onto those memories like lifelines, desperate for any sign that you might feel the same way.

Karl wasn't one to give up easily. He had faced countless challenges in his life, overcoming each with a determination that bordered on stubbornness. But this, winning your heart, felt like the greatest challenge of all.

He loved you with a fierceness that both scared and exhilarated him. He didn't know how to love you any other way. And he couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

So Karl lay there, alone in the darkness, his heart breaking silently as he wrestled with his love for a woman who couldn't return his feelings. But despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, he knew one thing for certain: he would never stop loving you.

#alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #karl hoffmeister x reader #karl hoffmeister #a promise

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bimbo-baggins86 · 3 months

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Anakin ‘Ghost’ Skywalker COD!Anakin au

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CW: 18+ MDNI!! Smut, some angst, Mentions of blood and needles, stitching, afab anatomy language, mentions of cum, p in v, no use of protection, petnames

A/N: I plan on expanding more in this au I just wanted to test my hand out in writing it first and see how people respond before committing to a full fic. Also lowkey proud of this idea..Feedback is welcomed. Don’t repost without my permission, reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy <3

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“Damn it, rookie! I instructed you to stay put and wait for orders!” Anakin scolds harshly as he drags you by the back of your tactical vest despite your protests.

“Yeah but if I did that,” You wince between words, keeping a hand pressed firmly against the wound on your left bicep, “I’d be trying to drag your ass out of there instead.”

His eyes narrow in response as he starts to undo the Velcro on your vest. “Thats not the point. You deliberately disobeyed directions from your commanding officer.”

You roll your eyes, feeling lighter with the weight of the vest off, taking a seat on the makeshift cot. Anakin pulls a chair over and sits down in front of you. You let out a hiss of pain as his large hand wraps around your injured arm, pulling it closer to inspect. “Take your jacket off.” He orders you, unclipping his own vest.

You comply, undoing your tactical jacket and pulling it off, biting your lip as the fabric brushes against your injury. You miss the way his eyes drift down your form for the briefest second. With the material out of the way, he comes closer once more to examine your arm. “You got lucky. The bullet only grazed you,” He turns it over in his hand, “Needs stitches though.” He mumbles.

“Stitches?” You repeat back.

His blue eyes move up to your face, the only thing you’re ever able to see from under that damn balaclava he wears all the time. He nods his head, “Mhm. Stitches.”

He undoes one of his pockets and pulls out the field first aid kit. Before he goes to mend your wound, he first pulls out some antiseptic to clean it off. He lets out a grunt hearing the noise of discomfort you make. “You can take a bullet but draw the line at a little disinfectant.” He observes but there’s a small lilt of amusement behind it.

You roll your eyes, not dignifying it with a response. He plucks the needle out of the kit and threads it. His eyes catch your’s briefly, “Ready?” He asks.

With a confirming nod of your head, he feeds the needle into your flesh. You clench your teeth at the pull of your skin. “Maybe if you actually listened, this wouldn’t have happened.” He mutters.

“You keep acting like I wanted this to happen.”

“Seems like you did. If you had just followed orders-“

“Yeah I know I know, if I just followed your orders this wouldn’t have happened.” You finish the sentence for him.

He huffs, giving a little sharper tug on the thread instead of verbalizing a response right away.

“Hey!” You scold him but he ignores you completely, continuing to mend you up.

“You can’t keep running off, half cocked every mission. Your luck is going to run out one of these days and it’s not gonna be a bullet grazing your arm. It’s gonna be lodged in your skull, or you’re gonna step on a landmine and get yourself blown up.” He snaps at you.

“I can handle myself just fine.”

“Jesus Christ! It’s not about you being able to handle yourself if you’re so damn stubborn and ignorant to your own actions!” His reactions causes another sharp tug of the thread making you yelp.

“Okay god, sorry I wasn’t thinking-“

“Exactly you weren’t thinking. Because you never do. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

Your eyebrows pull together in confusion as you look down at him still suturing your wound, not even sparing a glance up. He seems almost too focused as if he’s keeping himself from looking anywhere but at you in the moment. Where was this coming from?

A tense silence falls between you two as he finishes sewing the torn skin back together. He regrets snapping at you like that. It’s just that as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, you’re one of the only people he finds himself caring for but god damn it you’re too stubborn for your own good. He ties off the thread and cuts the excess off.

“There.” He mumbles after placing a gauze pad on it, putting the supplies away while pushing the chair back away from you rather abruptly. It’s like he couldn’t get away fast enough. His chest was feeling oddly tight at the mere thought of losing you.

You stay quiet as you stand up and start to pull your jacket back on. You sneak a glance at him, wishing you could gauge exactly what he was feeling underneath that face covering.

“No more close calls,” He speaks up finally, his words stern, more so than usual. He points an accusatory finger at you, “You need to start at least acting like you care about the rest of the squad.”

Why won’t he let this go? “I DO care so drop it already, Jesus.” You respond exasperated. You attempt to step past him but his hand comes up and grips onto your non injured arm, stopping you.

“You don’t get it do you?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion, “What?” You try to pull your arm out of his hold but he doesn’t let you, instead tightening it. “Let go of me.”

He shakes his head and steps closer so your chests are almost touching. “No. You don’t get to just walk back out there acting like nothings wrong.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes behind the mask. “So now you’re not just selfish, you’re clueless too?” God, he couldn’t even tell if he was more frustrated with himself or you at this point.

“Clueless?” You shake your head, “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now? I saved your life from a bullet out there and you’re insulting me? You should be thanking me!”

“Thanking you??” He raises his voice in disbelief, “I should be thanking the only person I care about for making a reckless decision that could have costed them their life???”

The words hit like a ton of bricks, you blink in response. He realizes too late what he’s said. He wishes he could take them back and shove them way down again but he can’t. He just gets to let them hang in the air like this. He releases his grip on your arm, hanging his head in thought, taking a step back.

You struggle to process his admission. He cared about you? He cared about you?? You start to shake your head, “I don’t understand.”

Anakin sighs and turns around to face you again. There’s no ignoring this now. He has to face it head on. He’s been shot, tortured, and held prisoner before but somehow this is the hardest thing he’s done. “I care about you, okay?” He huffs out, folding his arms across his chest.

“I…I didn’t know..” You say quietly, “why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because I didn’t want to. I…” He swallows thickly, “you make me weak.”

You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. He always seemed so stoic but here he was, doing his equivalent of confessing to you. You shake your head gently, “That doesn’t make you weak..it makes you human.”

He shakes his head, “No, it makes me weak. It makes me weak because the thought of losing you guts me. Because anytime we’re sent out together I already know that I’d lay my life down for you in an instant even if it jeopardizes everything.” You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, “And then I have to deal with you trying to be some god damn hero?? I won’t lose you that way. I’m supposed to protect you.”

Your face pulls into a slight scowl the more he rags on your decision. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe I care about you? Or are you the clueless one now?”

It’s his turn to be taken back. You cared about him? “Don’t lie.”

You shake your head. “I’m not lying.” Why didn’t he believe you?

He steps closer again, closing the rest of the distance between you two. “Say it again then.” His voice comes out a low rumble.

“I care about you, Ghost.” Your voice is soft. So soft and it eases that tightness in his chest.

“Anakin.” He corrects you.

Your face softens when he shares his name. “I care about you, Anakin.”

Hearing his name come from your mouth stirs something inside of him and his breathing gets heavier. Tentatively he reaches a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, his eyes searching for any bit of hesitancy.

He leans his face a little closer, “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs. When you make no move to pull away, he takes that as a green light.

He slips his mask up just over his mouth so he can capture your lips in a searing kiss that makes you dizzy. Feeling you return the kiss he deepens it by slipping his tongue past your lips. You whimper into his mouth, wrapping your good arm around his neck to pull him closer while you rest the hand of your injured one on his chest. His hands wrap around your waist backing you up against the wall so you’re pressed firmly between him and it.

His kisses become more desperate, needy. He dips his head down to trail his lips along your jaw and down the side of your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. He feels his pants tightening when you moan. This isn’t where he wanted this to happen for the first time but he’d be stupid to pass it up. His hands let go of your waist to undo your jacket again, sliding it off your arms. He breaks the embrace to pull his own off. You try to steal a glance at the exposed lower half of his face but he angles his head in a way you can’t.

Anakin’s hands reach out and cup your face bringing you back to him, the kiss hungrier before. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He rasps.

If it weren’t for his hold on you, your knees would have buckled. His hands move down, the tips of his fingers dip under the hem of your compression shirt teasing the skin there before pulling it off over your head. His touch floods your body with warmth and you feel that ache between your legs growing stronger.

His lips find your’s again while skilled hands undo your pants. You feel so vulnerable and exposed to him like this, but you want this. So much. All the lingering stares made sense finally. You tug on his shirt, wordlessly telling him to take it off. He chuckles and leans back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes flick down and take in his built physique. The years of service is evident on his body, scars all over it. You subconsciously lick your lips.

“Like what you see, rookie?” There’s no mistaking the smugness in his tone.

Your cheeks flush instantly but you nod your head. A shit eating grin spreads across his face and you’re able to catch it but still wish to see his full face, to know fully what he looks like. The sound of his belt unbuckling pulls you out of your thoughts. Your eyes drop down to the noticeable outline of his erection in his black boxer briefs.

He wastes no time in reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, staring unashamedly at your bare breasts before palming both of them with his rough hands. “So perfect.” He praises you. A moan slips out of your lips as his callouses graze your pebbled nipples. He pinches the sensitive buds between his thumb and pointer finger and tugs on them enjoying how you squirm.

His hands drop down to move over the wet patch on your panties. “So wet for me..” He coos almost mockingly. He grips the back of your thighs, squeezing to signal you to hook them around his waist.

You keep your arms around his shoulders and jump up into his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp as the action causes your covered clit to brush against his erection.

A hand drops down between your bodies, moving your panties to the side to give him access before he fists himself out of his underwear. He teases his tip through your folds, mixing both of your arousals together. You shiver at the feel, tightening your hold on his shoulders a little more.

He angles his hips up and eases himself into you, groaning as your velvety walls welcome him. You mewl, clawing at the cuffs of his shoulders as he stretches you out. “Shit..” He hisses.

A guttural moan is pulled from the back of his throat when he bottoms out. Your mouth hangs open, eyebrows knitted together tightly at the feeling of being so full. He wastes no time before he starts rocking his hips into yours, not starting slow. He’d been bottling these feelings up for so long he can’t wait anymore.

As he picks up his pace, the speed of his hips unrelenting as your back drags against the wall. Moans fall from your lips freely as he spears you on his thick cock. The angle causes the tip of his dick to kiss your cervix with each thrust. “..s-so full..” You whimper

“Yeah? Like being split open on my cock?” He grunts into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.

You nod your head rapidly back and forth, “Mhmmm..” You whine.

“Taking me so well...so good.” He praises you.

You claw at the flesh of his back, desperate to be closer somehow despite him being deep inside of you. You can hear the squelching of your fluids together with each thrust.

His movements start to grow sloppier as he gets closer. His left hand leaves your thigh for a moment to reach up and pull his mask off his face the rest of the way freeing his sweaty face before you. Despite the heaviness of your lids you fight them to open all the way to look at his face finally. Your mind made up countless ideas of what he could have looked like but none of them came close. Your walls squeeze down around him harder.

“Jesus..gonna make me cum baby..” He grits out, his hips slowing as your tight pussy makes it harder for him to move.

“Sorry..sorry..” You pant.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Don’t mind the ego boost, sweetheart.” He speeds his movements back up and the coil in your stomach winds impossibly tight. Your hands rake through his hair now that you can touch it. He moans as you tug. “Want you to cum for me..think you can do that, rookie?”

Your head lolls against the wall, nodding in answer. A hand reaches up and grips your face forcing you to look at him. “Use your words.” He tuts.

“Y-yes…yes..’m gonna cum for you..”

He grins and snaps his hips harder into your sopping pussy. “C’mon…c’mon..” He pants into your ear.

The coil inside of you snaps and your walls clamp down tighter around him, your pussy gushing around his dick. You let out a wail as you unravel, nails digging deep into the meat of his back. He lets out a growl as he buries his cock deeper, hot white strings of sticky cum coating your walls. He bites down on your shoulder harder enough to leave a mark.

Breathing heavy, you both stay like that for a minute before he pulls out and lets you back to your feet, keeping you steady as your legs are shaky. You allow yourself to openly stare at his still exposed face, taking in everything the mask has ever hidden.

“Don’t get used to it.” His voice sounds and pulls you from your thoughts.

“What?” You ask.

He pulls his pants back up, buckling the belt, “This.” He states simply.

You start to shake your head. He really just let you in a little and fucked you and now he’s just dismissing you again? “But-“ Your words are cut off by him tossing you your clothes back.

“That’s an order rookie.” The words come out sounding laced with a kind of sadness and longing despite being said with a finality. That tightness in his chest comes back again seeing the expression on your face. He steps closer and his eyes rake over you for a moment before cupping the back of your head and pressing his lips to your forehead softly.

He steps back and pulls the mask on again, shielding his face once more from you before he’s putting the rest of his gear back on.

You’re left standing there processing every single thing that’s happened in the span of maybe an hour. He catches your eye again briefly. The guilt is easily noticeable in them, a silent ‘I’m sorry’ directed towards you.

With a sigh you dress in your uniform again, not looking at him again. Why would he let you in to shut you out again? He hates whatever this is making him feel even more than the yearning to tell you how he felt.

Once you’re both suited up again, you make your way towards the door. “Ready?” You ask, directing the question to him not even turning to look at him.

Anakin nods his head, feeling how different the air is between you two. Was it a mistake to tell you how he felt? Or was it a mistake closing himself off again? He watches as you open the door.

“Wait.” He tries to stop you, wanting to sort through the mess he made but you’re already making your way out. Shit. Now you’re closed off instead of him.

He realizes too late that he’s fucked up. All he can do is follow you out with a sigh and either accept this or figure out how to make things alright. You’re the only person he’s ever cared about and he fears he’s lost you for good.

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A/N: Should I do a part two? Also sorry this was so long and if it sucked. Xoxo <3

Liked this? Check out my other work here

#cod!anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin x reader #anakin smut #ghost cod #cod x reader #new Anakin au #simon ghost riley #cod Star Wars crossover #original concept #Anakin skywalker au #Anakin ghost skywalker

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vecderg · 7 months

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vecderg, Do you have a copy of "How to Draw ANYTHING" by TamberElla? Either They deleted it or DA deleted

Much appreciated

holy fudge i always forget that i made that twitter thread before people ask for it randomly (not complaining, i'm happy that youtube video took off but i'm always surprised LOL)

i found a repost on Pinterest which i continue to dislike, but seems like it came in handy this time. this is probably obvious, but i don't like reposting content so i'll make credit very clear for everyone else:

this art tutorial was NOT made by me, it was made by TamberElla on DeviantArt (https://www.deviantart.com/tamberella). they did not give me permission to post this, but their profile says that they allow credited reposts offsite.

with that being said, this is one of my favorite art tutorials of all time and i really hope the people on tumblr enjoy it:

#asks #vecderg #art #art tutorial #tamberella

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itsimaginetime · 11 months

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I didn’t know if you were taking requests but I just wanted to know your thoughts on Sub Woosan with a mommy kink💕

I love your writing and I hope you keep up the good work🤍

Sub!Woosan????? WITH A MOMMY KINK???!!!!!!! *dies*

Fucking hell oh my god you're speaking my language right now , brain is going haywire, got me barking and shit god DAMN-

Alright, alright so hear me OUT-

They both want to be ruined❗❗❗ Completely fucked out that they can't fell their lower halves but like they take turns with which gets fucked first AND❗ AND❗THEY HELP YOU OUT WITH EACH OTHER

So let's say you start with San , good boy , obedient baby Sannie , alright? He may be a good boy but he's so squirmy he can't help it , he just can't stay still and he cums so fast like instantly soooooo you get Wooyoung to hold him down , make sure he stays still, and have him put a snug cock ring on Sannie.

And I know a lot of us think Wooyoung is a masochist (WHICH I AGREE WITH BTW) but I also think he's a sadist at times , so when Sannie is squirming and moaning and crying out for his mommy , Wooyoung would squeeze his balls , slap his cock , squish his face and watch him struggle to speak through the unforced pout , and whine in pleasure and pain as he lets out unintelligible words while Wooyoung simply continues to hold him down and watch as you take care of your baby 💗

Now when it's Wooyoung's turn , he's snarky, he's sassy , he's doing the most to piss you off while Sannie , in his post nut haze , tries his best to help you out as you order him around.

You would tie Wooyoung to the bed (cuz physically holding him down isn't enough) and you would have San hand you vibrators , a cock ring , nipple clamps and the like as you tame down the bratty menace underneath you.

When it comes to calling you mommy, San does it in the whinniest voice imaginable, begging and pleading "mommy, please let me cum~ oh mommy please~" while pouting cutely to get your permission (but he's so cute when desperate that you can't help but draw out the edging as long as you can within reason)

As for Wooyoung , he uses it in a teasing , bratty manner , for example , you'll be spanking him so hard that his skin is raw at this point and he'll be like : "Come on , mommy... Is that the best you can do? I can't even feel it~~" all in an attempt to get you to spank him even harder 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Anyways, I'm glad you like my writing anon 💗

And for the ones that are interested, my hard / soft thought asks are still open so feel free to share your thoughts with me ☺️💞

#ateez imagines #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #sub!ateez #ateez imagine #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #sub!san #sub!wooyoung #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard asks

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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Wash Away the Pain #3 - Tech

The fall of Kamino, and the brief reunion with Crosshair, brings up feelings that Tech doesn’t think he can logic away.

Pairing: Tech x gn!reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: whump, guilt, hurt and comfort, discussion around choices and emotions, hopeful ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series I’m writing, where each of our boys will get their angsty shower time.

Each can be read as a standalone or as a continuation. Check out the others in the series: Echo, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair.

The soft sound of muffled crying made you pause, stopping before the fresher door.

Kamino had fallen. Crosshair had decided to stay behind. You’d all left, retreating before the Empire could come sniffing.

The atmosphere in Cid’s bar was solemn, the boys nursing drinks and talking quietly as Omega napped in the back. Tech had excused himself, citing some repairs he needed to continue. You’d sat with the boys for a while before checking on Omega. A quick tip of your head into one of the back rooms had reassured you she was still asleep, but as you’d been walking back to the bar, the sounds from the fresher had stopped you.

Lifting your hand, you rap against the door. “Tech?” You call out gently.

Startling at the noise, Tech swipes a hand over his face, brushing away the tears. “I will be out momentarily.” He calls out.

“It’s okay, take your time.” You’re quick to reassure him, not wanting him to believe that he needs to bottle whatever he’s feeling back up. He wasn’t one to burden others with his problems, preferring to quietly work through them while projecting an air of ease to anyone nearby. For years, you’d tended to the boy’s physical wounds as their nat-born medic, but more recently, you’d noticed an uptick of emotional wounds between them all that needed just as much care. “You…want company?” You offer, eyes darting down the corridor towards the bar, catching his brothers still conversing around a table.

Tech contemplates your offer. He knows you’re a good listener and frequently there for his siblings, but he doesn’t wish to bother you with this. He often found peace in his own company and thoughts, but with the guilt and sadness currently churning in his gut, he wonders if it’s healthy to keep this to himself.

Making his choice, he reaches a hand out of the spray of the shower, turning the lock on the door.

The click of the lock is all the permission you need, and you step into the room, closing and locking the door behind you. Tech’s back is to you, rivulets of water rolling down the expanse of tanned skin. One hand clutches at his goggles, the other hanging limply by his side.

Not caring about his nudity – too many years at their side for you to be bothered by it – you step into the shower with him. Smoothing a hand down his arm, you gently squeeze his wrist. Soft brown eyes turn towards you, clouded with sadness. “Talk to me.” You encourage.

Tech’s eyes flit from yours, landing on the wall over your shoulder. “I am struggling with guilt.” He states. Naming his feelings had never been the problem – handling them had been. He knew he processed things differently than his siblings, that they embraced how they were feeling. But Tech…he intellectualised them.

“And why’s that?” You ask gently, hand dipping down to grasp his goggles, unfurling his fingers around them. You lean out, placing them on the nearby counter so they won’t get damaged.

“Our escape from the cruiser on Bracca was a success. However, I did not account for the falling cone to divert the force of the engine towards Crosshair and ultimately leave him disfigured.” Tech’s admission hangs heavy in the steam-filled air. Seeing his brother – his twin – on Kamino had been painful. Seeing what his decision had done to him, the scarring that now covered the side of Crosshair’s head.

Objectively, he knew it was ridiculous. They were soldiers; scars were inevitable, and they all had them. Some were more visible than others. It was just that they usually came from the enemy, not each other.

You watch him closely, sensing the weight of his words. The shower water cascades down, a rhythmic backdrop to his internal turmoil. Leaning against the cool tiles, you consider your response carefully. “What happened to Crosshair wasn’t your fault. We were in a tight spot – it was that or be incinerated. You made the best decision with the information you had.” You say, your voice steady and reassuring. “You can’t blame yourself for things beyond your control.”

Tech’s gaze remains fixed on the wall, his brow furrowed in contemplation. “I should have calculated the potential consequences more thoroughly. My oversight directly resulted in Crosshair’s injuries.”

You reach out to tilt his face so you can meet his gaze. “Tech, you’re brilliant, but you’re not infallible. None of us could have predicted every variable in that situation. Crosshair chose to have the engines turned on, and with limited time we chose to use the explosives.”

His eyes meet yours searchingly. “I understand the concept of choices, but it does not alleviate the guilt.”

A soft sigh leaves your lips, hand leaving his chin to brush across the near-permanent red marks around his eyes from his goggles. It had taken a while for Tech to accept your touch so freely, and you were still silently pleased every time he didn’t shy away from it. “That’s not the only thing upsetting you, is it?” You push a little. Years by their side meant they were like open books to you.

Tech’s jaw clenches before he sighs, gaze dropping to rest on the hollow of your throat. “The same logic applies. I understand Crosshair chose to remain on Kamino. I accept his choice, but that does not mean I agree.”

You nod in understanding. “It’s okay to disagree with his choice, Tech. You care about him, and it’s natural to feel conflicted when someone you love decides against what you believe is best.”

Tech’s shoulders sag slightly, the weight of his conflicting emotions evident in the slump of his posture. “I cannot help but think that if I had been more persuasive, had found the right words or presented a better argument, maybe he would have come with us.”

Gently, you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze again. “You can’t shoulder the responsibility for someone else’s decisions, especially when they’re driven by personal convictions. Crosshair is his own person and chose based on his own beliefs. You did everything you could, and sometimes, people must find their own path, even if it means diverging from ours.”

Tech’s gaze finally shifts from your throat to your eyes, and you see rare vulnerability. “I do not want to lose him.” He confesses, the weight of his emotions palpable in the tiny shower space.

“You won’t lose him.” You assure him, your voice steady. “He’s tough, and he knows our comm channels when he's ready. Sometimes, people need time and space to figure things out. We can’t control everything, Tech. We can only control how we respond and support each other.” You tell him. “And thank you, for opening up and telling me how you're feeling.”

Tech nods, your words sinking in, and his stoic demeanour begins to crack as he allows himself to absorb your reassurance, letting a single tear escape.

“I...I appreciate your understanding.” He admits, his voice softer than usual. The vulnerability he’s displaying is a testament to the depth of his connection with Crosshair and the internal struggle he’s facing.

You offer a warm smile, your thumb gently wiping away the tear from his cheek. “We’re a team, Tech. We face challenges together, and we support each other. You’re not alone in this.”

As the water cascades around you both, you stay with him in that small, steam-filled space, providing the comfort and understanding he needs. The air becomes thick with emotion, but it’s a necessary release for Tech, who has spent so much time rationalising and compartmentalising his feelings.

“I do not want to burden the others,” Tech confesses, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“You’re not a burden.” You reassure him. “We all have our moments of struggle, and it’s okay to lean on each other. That’s what makes us strong.”

Tech nods, the weight on his shoulders visibly lightening as he allows himself to accept the support you’re offering. After a moment, Tech takes a deep breath, his resolve returning. “Thank you.” He says, his tone carrying genuine gratitude.

“Anytime.” You reply, giving his cheek a final reassuring stroke before reaching for his goggles. As you hand them back to him, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

Exiting the shower, you leave Tech to finish cleaning up, knowing he’s not entirely rid of his inner turmoil but might be better equipped to face it.

You dip into the back rooms to change into some dry clothes before you step back into the bar, finding the others still engaged in conversation. Omega is now awake, perched in Hunter’s lap, and the atmosphere, while still sombre, carries a thread of hope. As a team, you’ll navigate the uncertainties ahead, supporting each other through the darkest moments and cherishing the victories, no matter how small.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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fic centred around this pls?

hii!! I got permission from @b0ngb4be first and they were super lovely!! there’s lots of naughty random posts/ thoughts so definitely check out if interested. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x f reader

wc || 0.5k

warnings || not exactly smut, but it’s quite smutty. just hungry kissing etc

masterlist + rules

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you can find the post here

Tangerine had spent the morning sitting at the dining table, hunched over his laptop as he searched for housing locations near his next mission. He was visibly frustrated so you decided to pull out the chair next to him and drag it closer to him before taking a seat. “You alright?” You ask, gazing at him.

“I can’t find any bloody houses… they’re all in the middle of fuckin nowhere.” He sighs, turning his head around to look at your pretty face. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be… I can help you if you like.” You smile, looking over him sweetly.

A playful smirk tugs his lips as his hands reach out towards you, gripping the chair legs and pulling you towards him. He slips his arms underneath you and pulls you across onto his lap so you were sat sideways on him. He lightly trails his hand up your throat, grazing dangerously higher before cupping around your jaw and grasping around your face to bring you in. Immediately clashing his hungry mouth with yours, rolling and licking over your soft lips while his other hand travelled up your back to pull your body closer.

He grows desperate and demanding, brushing over your lips as if he was starved of human contact. Slipping in his tongue while he softly groaned in your mouth, working over your lips like he couldn’t get enough of you. The kiss becomes more urgent as his hands roam you, loosening the grip on your jaw to travel down to your throat, holding it as controlled and deepened the kiss. He breathlessly parts to look into your pretty blissed eyes, almost admiring them before pulling your face back to his. Kissing and sucking your lips.

He gently clamps his teeth on your bottom lip, delicately yanking on it as his somewhat predatory eyes stare into your half-lidded ones. His free hand travels up the side of your face, before placing a firm tap on your cheek. He brings your face back to his, gripping you urgently as his hand stroked lightly over the reddening patch. Kissing your lips with such intensity, breathing heavily as he gripped and branded your body. Moaning into each other's mouths.

You reluctantly pull away, almost panting as you gazed into his blue eyes. “You gotta do your… your um, um— homework.” You draw out, brain incapable of thinking coherently after that heavy makeout.

He frowns, practically whining as his hands grip tighter on you, initiating more contact.

“We can finish after you’ve done your research.” You smirk, trying to bribe him. “I’ll help you out so it’s done quicker.”

Wasting no time, he yanks his laptop back over, reopening the browser with arms wrapped around your body. Holding you close as he continued his search.

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Workout Partner

This was the piece you all voted for. Here's the prompt "My idea is that you're her gym trainer and you have a crush on her, she knows this. You began to be more confident, humping her dry with your boner on her tight yoga pants. Then you can continue how ever you want, ending should have a creampie though." I did make some slight changes to the beginning and went a little bit harder than I probably should've. It's rough sex and degradation in here.

Length 1.7K

Sohee X mreader

Standing by the door to her private training room, you hesitated to open the door. You were a big fan of Sohee, and when you got the opportunity to be her trainer, you were over the moon. Slowly you opened the door; you were greeted by the sight of your latest client Sohee stretching. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she meets your gaze. She was wearing a blue cropped tank top and black yoga pants. Her clothes hugged her body; her curves were free for you to look at.

“Oh, you’re here!” Sohee jogs over to you before bowing. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” After your greetings, you would talk about the routine you would help her through. First, it would be some yoga to help her get warmed up. As you both walk back to her yoga mat, she asks for your help with her form. Starting with a simple downward dog pose, you try to adjust her form from the side, though it’s pretty tricky. “Sorry, adjusting your form this way is hard.”

“Do what you have to; I don’t mind.” Given her permission, you get behind her and adjust her position. You can’t help but stare at her shapely ass; you get hard just looking at Sohee bent over, her ass mere inches away from your cock. Sohee stumbles back, and her ass presses against you for a second before you gently push her away. You hope that she didn’t notice your erection. When you call for another pose, Sohee raises her head; her face is flush. The pose that followed was a supine big-toe pose. Sohee lays down on the mat and tries to get her leg next to her head. She struggles by herself. “I can’t do it; a little help please?”

“Uh, sure” Feeling a little uncomfortable because you don’t want Sohee to think of you as a creep, you move to her side and try to push her further. You manage to get closer to the goal, but again you struggle to get into just the proper position.

“Get in front of me and use your weight,” Sohee says. You do as you’re told and get between her legs. You press your weight against her leg, bringing her into the proper position. Your cock rubs against her pussy continually as you apply pressure, and you try to avoid her gaze out of embarrassment. You hear her moan from under you and immediately get off her, sitting at her side. Sohee sits up quickly. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just…It’s been so long and-” Sohee cuts herself off, recognizing what she was saying. She purses her lips as she looks at you, deciding what to say next. “C-can you…,” her words turn into unintelligible whispers as she tries to say what she wants.

“What was that, Sohee? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Could you…,” She trails off again, not having the nerve to say her message.

“You’re being too quiet.”

Sohee takes a deep breath before quickly saying, “Listen, I think you’re pretty cute, and I want you to fuck me.” After a brief pause, she tugs on your shirt. “Please, I felt your cock rub against my ass; I know you want it as much as I do.” Sohee takes off her top in desperation. Her modest tits bounce as they’re released from their cage. Sohee takes your hand and forces it to cup her tit and lets out a moan as your hand touches her. When you look at her face, she has her eyes closed, her mouth is open, and she has an expression of pure pleasure. Sohee pushes you onto your back and climbs on top of you. “Please, please, please fuck me. I need it” She presses her body against yours.

Your hands slither down to her ass, giving it a rough squeeze. It draws a small yelp from Sohee. “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” A newfound confidence overcame you as Sohee confessed everything and threw herself at you. It was time to take advantage of this opportunity. It wasn’t just confidence that came over you but a newfound cruelty.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” While Sohee thanks you, you start kissing her neck, sucking it a little to leave hickeys. You draw small moans from her as you play with her ass. One of Sohee’s hands makes its way down into your shorts; when she grasps your cock she gives it short strokes. Sohee uses her other hand to hold your face as she kisses you. Soft thank yous flow from her lips as she plants kisses all over your face. Sohee moves down your body until she’s inches away from your cock. Pulling on the waistband, she brings down your shorts; your cock springs free, and Sohee is immediately on it. She runs her mouth along the sides before taking it like a hungry beast. Sohee bobs her head quickly as she ensures your cock hits the back of her throat. You enjoy the feeling of your cock stretching her mouth.

"You're just a little whore aren't you, Sohee? Look at you gobbling up my cock like a hungry slut." You call out. Sohee takes your cock out of her mouth with a pop.

With a weak expression, she says, "I'm not a slut. I-." You stop Sohee in her tracks as you cup her cheek and bring her back to your cock. She goes back to bobbing her head almost immediately. You moan her name as she runs her tongue along the side of your cock.

"You couldn't even finish what you were going to say. The smallest nudge, and you went right back to my cock." You say mockingly. You shift your hand to the back of her head and hold her to the base of your cock. The gagging sounds Sohee makes fill the room; once she slaps your thigh with urgency, you let her go. She pulls back and gasps for air; her eyes are half-lidded, and her mouth is covered in saliva.

A soft "more" is heard as she lovingly caresses your cock with her hands. Sohee kisses the tip of your cock before taking it into her mouth again. You feel her tongue swirl around the head, slowly, almost teasingly going around it. Your orgasm is gradually approaching as your cock starts pulsing. As you cum inside Sohee’s mouth, you hold her head in place, forcing her to drink it all. Unexpectedly when your cum hits her tongue, Sohee’s eyes go wide, and she latches onto your cock, swallowing all of your cum. You holding her in place was completely unnecessary.

Once Sohee finishes drinking your cum you place your hand under her chin and raise her head. "And you say you aren't a slut. You are so cum hungry, aren't you, Sohee?" She shakes her head, still refusing to admit it. "If you want my cock, get in position for it, Sohee." She follows your order, getting on all fours, and shaking her ass for you. "I'll make you admit it." You whisper to yourself. You get behind Sohee, who is still shaking her ass for you. Instead of pulling down her pants, you decide to tear them apart. Grabbing at the seam, you pull them apart, leaving a gaping hole at her crotch. You hear Sohee gasp at your actions, but before she can say anything, you move her panties to the side and press your cock against her entrance. "Are you going to admit to being a slut Sohee?"

"I'm not a slu-ahh" When she starts to deny it, you push an inch of your cock inside her.

"What was that?"

"I said I'm not a s-" You cut her off again by shoving another inch inside. Sohee finally had enough. "Fuck… fuck me already, please! I'm a slut!" Once you heard her say that, you rammed your cock deep inside her. Sohee's moans filled the room as she took your cock. You start thrusting, the clapping of your thighs against her ass resounding in the room. Sohee plants her face on the floor as you take her from behind. Her pussy greedily holds onto your cock, making pulling out difficult but sliding in much more effortless. With a slur, you hear the woman under you say, "Fuck my slutty pussy! Fuck me like cum dump whore that I am!"

"Finally admitting it, Sohee? You said it before so I would fuck you, but now you believe it."

"Yes! I'm a slut. I'm your slut! Use me!"

You pull on her hair, forcing her to stand; with your cock still in her, you continue fucking her. Using one hand, you force her to look at the wall-length mirror so she can see herself. The sight enraptures her; as she watches herself, your other hand moves to play with her clit. "You're so wet, Sohee. You like watching yourself get fucked, don't you? Tell me how much you like it, slut."

Through her moans, Sohee yells, "I love it! I love watching myself getting fucked!" Your thrusts grew faster as you felt your orgasm approach. "That's it fuck me! I'm just a whore for your cock!" You move closer to the mirror until you have Sohee pressed against it.

As your orgasm came, you yelled to Sohee, "You're the biggest slut I've ever met, Sohee! You just met me, and you’re begging to be fucked. You're going to be my cum dump from now on! Take my cum!"

Sohee screams her lungs out as you pour your seed into her. At the same time, she squirts all over the mirror, drenching it in her juices. She collapses to the floor after her orgasm ends, pulling her hair up to where she covered the mirror. You tell her, "You're going to need to clean the mirror, Sohee. You can't leave it dirty like that." Silently Sohee starts lapping up all of it. She glances at you, hoping for approval, "That's a good girl. We'll be having these 'training sessions’ every day, Sohee. You'll be pumped full of cum daily; doesn't that sound great?"

"Sounds perfect. I can't wait until tomorrow. " Once she finishes licking the mirror clean, Sohee lays on her side exhausted. She doesn't even notice the cum seeping out of her onto the floor.

"Better get some rest because tomorrow will be even rougher." With that, you put in your shorts and left Sohee by herself.

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