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dyingswanpavlova · 5 months ago

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"Your girl" - Part 14 | The Salesman x Reader

Summary: Life with him is really good...Right?

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, mentions of sexual abuse and other traumatic events in the past, numbness, helplessness, violence, threatening, mentions of blood, mentions of murder/gore/death, body issues, trauma talk, stockholm syndrome, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, depression, manipulation and low self-esteem, mentions of sexual activities, loss of identity, threatening, penetration, breeding kink, degradation kink, cockwarming, edging, overstimulation, sleepy sex (both consent!), not beta-read, if I've missed any warnings or tags please tell me! mdni 18+!

"Your girl" - The Salesman x Reader Masterlist

Life was good.

Uncharacteristically so even.

There was still a tiny part of you that was tense around him and that was for various reasons. One of them being, that you never really knew when his evil persona would take over. So far you could tell, albeit roughly, but there were always moments, when he would simply snap and there was nothing you could do about it. Was that a problem? Probably, but not to you, anyways. Why? Because life was good.

The little trip to the balcony hadn’t been a one-time thing. In fact, it happened more and more regular. Not only to get naughty, because he was a freak, who liked the thought of possibly getting caught – but also because, as he said, you’ve been such a good girl for me all this time. And I told you, sweet girl, I don’t want to keep you locked away. I just needed to make sure you’re mine.

That you were. Quite obviously.

That one time when you told him you wanted to leave, it had been exactly that. One time. The reasons for that outburst were in the past so far. There were still moments when you feared punishment and rightfully so. But to your great relief, you were both learning.

You were learning not to expect a painful blow, whenever you went out of your way to speak your mind (which wasn’t quite as often as you wished, but you were getting there). Slow and steady.

And he? He was learning, too. He was learning to leave you be and control the wild beast that lived inside his mind and soul. The darkness that surrounded him became lighter every day or so it felt to you. Of course he wouldn’t let you downright insult him, without at least some punishment in sight. But he was working on himself and his behavior. He didn’t hurt you without a reason. He didn’t hurt severely. And on some lucky days, he didn’t hurt you at all.

Slow and steady.

What was probably the greatest part of it all, it felt like a relationship. A real one. Two people who shared a life together, doing all kinds of things, sharing an intimate relation, but most importantly, you talked.

You talked a lot.

And now it wasn’t only through games and the fear of punishment. It wasn’t even only you who was forced to talk. No, he talked as well. The important things were still a big issue, obviously. He didn’t have a name, an identity or a past, when it came to you. But you had the great, undying hope that one day he would trust you. Trust you enough to let you know who he was and where he came from, what made him who he was and what was truly important to him.

Sometimes you’d get those tiny, little flickers that shone through his façade, his tight mask. The moments when the look in his eyes became faraway and distant, when his voice became softer and the tension in his body gave way to something quiet. Maybe one day that would be the version of him that you would get. Entirely and without question. Without the filter to rule out his emotions for him.

Until then, though, you would make do with what you had. And what did you have?

His favorite movie? The good, the bad and the ugly. What a question. Actually, anything with Clint Eastwood in it. Haven’t you seen the man?

His favorite musician? Ennio Morricone. Did you watch that scene in Inglourious Basterds, right before the Bear Jew comes out of the cave? That scene – and that composition – it’s reason enough to watch the movie. Aside from all the Nazis getting burned, of course.

His favorite food? Tteokbokki. But they have to be spicy enough to make your tongue fall off.

You smirked to yourself as you stood by the stove, slowly stirring the rice cakes in a black pan. He was talking movies all the time and that was a language you understood well.

In a minute you needed to add the spices and that disturbingly hot, red sauce. It was something you had cooked before, back in England. You had been scrolling aimlessly through one of your countless apps, which you normally used so you wouldn’t have to think and there you found some recipe that had been viral for a while. A Korean recipe with rice cakes in a sauce, topped with sesame and green onions. It had been quite the ordeal to find rice cakes back where you lived, but when you finally did and you tasted the recipe you had so carefully and lovingly prepared, you found it was worth it. It had actually been the first step into the life you were now living.

South-Korea, you had thought. Why not?

You poured the sauce in and wanted to try it, but decided against it in the end. You’d spend the next hour trying to soothe the pain in your mouth with bread and milk. With a soft sigh, you turned off the stove and served the food on two plates. You set the table with the gentle precision of a lovely homemaker. Even the napkins were folded prettily, giving the whole scene the last touch it needed to come off as…thoughtful.

Of course you never mentioned to him that you knew the dish. He had mostly likely thought it was just another Korean word he threw around and you’d forget immediately. And you had made no attempts to make him believe differently. So, when you began to cook this, it was with the intention to surprise him. A short glance at the clock showed you that it was almost ten in the evening, so he would most likely be home soon.

Home. What an odd thought.

You sighed again and washed your hands. A lecture you had to learn only once before in your life – spicy food didn’t quite match well with eyes.

You glanced around the kitchen once more, half-expecting him to be late. After he luckily gave you the books back, you asked yourself if you should go and read something, until he arrived, but that question answered itself, the moment you heard the door creak open. A nervous smile grew on your face and you nibbled on your lower lip. For some reason, a part of you was still afraid. A tiny bit, at least. It was like you expected him to punish you for good things. For being affectionate or caring.

But the moment you saw his head perk through the door, you knew you wouldn’t get punished tonight. Well, at least not, until you gave him a reason to…or asked him to.

His face lit up in surprised delight, his brows furrowed in a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

“Hello?” He murmured as he stepped closer and set the briefcase down on a chair. Your smile grew somewhat and you folded your hands behind your back.

“Hey.” You took a step closer and tilted your head to the side. “I made dinner.”

“I can see that.” He glanced at the lovely decorated kitchen table. You had put in quite some effort, looking through all the drawers until you found a tablecloth, lit some candles and then there was his favorite food. He looked from the table to you and smiled.

“And what exactly did I do to deserve this?” He raised a brow in suspicion. You returned the smile.

“I just felt like it.”

“So, you know Tteokbokki!”

You laughed quietly. “We’ll see about that. You should try it first.”

He hummed softly and stepped closer. You expected him to head for the sink and wash his hands, which he most definitely would, but before that, he stepped close to you, so close that you felt the warmth radiating off him and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek and then your lips.

You closed eyes and leaned into the kiss, immediately aching for more. But a second later he pulled his head back and smiled again.

“I just know I’m going to love it. Thank you.”

You felt yourself blush and so you averted your gaze. He finished up getting ready and then pulled out your chair for you, like the gentleman he was, or well, he could be.

The both of you settled down and you kept a keen eye on him to check his reaction, the second he brought the fork to his lips. You half-expected him to recoil in disgust, but instead, his brows furrowed and he hummed in approval.

“This is perfect.”

You scoffed in amusement. “Stop bullshitting me.”

“No, I mean it. It’s perfectly spicy, just the way I like it. And it’s homemade. Do you know how much that me-“ He stopped himself and cleared his throat. The filter. “I really love it. Thank you.” He squeezed your hand under the table.

You smiled again and leaned back in your chair, taking a moment to simply watch him eat.

When he saw you were staring at him, he cocked a brow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Now it’s you bullshitting me, huh?”

That made you laugh. God, how beautiful this was. Just simple, plain banter. Back and forth, like normal couples shared. You loved it.

You loved him.

When you laughed, a cocky grin grew on his face. “Mhm. I still have it in me, don’t I?”

You smirked. “Oh, shut up. For an old man.”

His grin widened and he picked up the fork, bringing it to your lips. Wordlessly, you parted them and took the food in your mouth. It was painful, of course, but you tried to keep a strong façade. And failed.

He laughed and held out a glass with milk to you, of which you took a big, grateful sip.

“Why are you making it, if you can’t even eat it?”

“You like it.”

He hummed softly. “And you remembered.”

“It’s not that hard. I collect the few things I know about you like postage stamps.”

He snorted. “Oh, so now we collect stamps, do we?”

You grinned cheekily and gently nudged his shoulder. “Eat your abnormal spicy food and shush.”

He shot you another smirk and eyed you up and down for a moment. It left you feeling oddly comfortable.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled before he took another bite. Your brows shot up and you titled your head to the side. You were better now, when it came to this. Compliments and accepting them. After all, he had no reason to lie to you whatsoever, now, did he?

“Thank you. But why are you saying that?” Not as good as you thought, but better.

He brows furrowed. “And why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged and he shot you a long, suspicious look. “I’m not taking it back.”

That made you laugh again. He sounded like petulant child and you loved him even more when he was like this. Just…easy.

Easy to love.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He joined your laughter.

You smirked and took another sip of your milk. “If you can’t tell, it’s already too late.”

Days passed, weeks even, and life was still good. Very much so.

Every now and then you would ask yourself, when will things take a dark turn again? You couldn’t help yourself. These first few weeks were stuck in your mind like a nightmare you hardly remembered and yet felt in every inch of your body. Even when you didn’t...

Your body remembered.

He had that in him. That dark, that evil. It would undoubtedly come out again at some point. That’s why you always tried to remind yourself, not to dive too deep into what you called your perfect world. At some point, you’d surely be in pain again.

Though, you had to admit, you were hardly in pain nowadays. Your mysterious man was a gentle man, when he wanted to be and that happened more and more these days. Whenever he came home, he’d make a habit of kissing you and asking you about your day. His smile came out, more and more often. On very rare occasions, when you got really lucky, you even heard him laugh. And not the mock-kind of laugh he’d have so well-rehearsed in his repertoire of masks, he had for the world to see, but the real kind. A sound so unbridled and genuine, so warm and endearing, it made something inside of you ache. Why was it so rare?

Of course he still hurt you sometimes, but that was more of a consented kind of thing. In most cases.

Whenever he decided it was time for you to cockwarm him, for example. God, you hated, when he did. Because you loved it.

You loved the feeling of having him inside you on any occasion, really. Sometimes he’d be reading the newspaper and have you on his lap, his free hand on your hip to hold you perfectly still. You always asked yourself, how on earth did he manage to read like that, without even cocking an eye brow, while you were nearly fainting in agony, because all you wanted was for him to move?

On other nights, and you were ashamed to admit how much you enjoyed it, you’d even sleep like that. You’d lay either facing away or facing him, but often clenched around him. He’d nuzzle his face in your hair and after a while he’d usually drift off like that, his breathing slowly soothing down to a soft sound. Sometimes, when he’d wake up in the middle of the night, you felt him move and grind his hips against yours, giving you the friction you so desperately desired. Sometimes it happened quickly, sometimes it took a few hours and sometimes it didn’t happen at all. But when it did and when it did take hours to get to that point, you’d normally be half-asleep and yet desperate. The second you felt him move inside you, it was as though a switch got flipped. You became needy and…

Wicked.

For you, it didn’t matter how many times he fucked you. How many times he made you cum. When you felt him like that, you needed him. Ardently.

But in most cases you managed to be good for him, just like he asked you to. Good and perfectly still. When you did, you got rewarded. Which, in most cases, consisted of him going down on you and making you feel things with his tongue that made your toes curl and your breath stutter. He made you cum so good that you nearly forgot your own name.

At times, you did forget it. But odd enough, you didn’t really miss it. Names weren’t important. Not with him.

And then there were those other times. The times, when you got too needy, too desperate and, despite your better will, you found yourself moving against him, desperate for any kind of friction. That was when you got punished still.

Sometimes with a firm slap to get you back on track. That wasn’t enough to make you forget about your need for him though. Normally, you’d just fall back into the same pattern, given enough time. And after a while, he got more creative with his punishments. When he realized that pain was something that you were rather immune to, compared to other things, you were fucked.

Quite literally.

When you moved and disobeyed his orders not to…

He fucked you. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not at all, actually.

That was until…

You came. You came every time with him, which was something you had highly doubted, before you started this thing between you. But to your surprise, you were more than relaxed with him. And so you came.

But he didn’t stop there. No, it was a punishment after all, right?

So, he kept fucking into you, like a feral animal. Even after you came and the pleasure quickly shifted into overstimulation. You got so sensitive, it was close to painful. But he kept going.

And then, oh God, you’d come again. Of course you did. He was good at what he was doing. You came again, shuddering and gasping.

And he still wouldn’t stop.

Even when your body arched into the air and you tried to get away from him, all desperate, he’d continue fucking you, until your mind was a mess and all you could do was stutter and whimper, cry even.

It was one of his favorite ways to punish you.

When he didn’t keep you on edge or withdrew your release for the time being, he made you cum until you begged him to stop, sobbing and whimpering.

Oh, the crying turned him on, you could tell. Because it normally ended with him filling you up to the brim. And then he’d go back to sleep, wouldn’t he? With his length still buried deep inside to keep warm.

Let’s just hope you learned your lesson now, darling. I’d hate to punish you again.

He had done exactly that the night before and so you found yourself lying on the sofa, feeling sore and exhausted. When he came home that night, you were still passed out on the couch, too sleepy to even open your eyes. He regarded your broken frame with a warm, yet subtle smile and set his briefcase down. He took a few slow steps closer and watched over you for a long moment, before he reached for the nearby blanket and pulled it up to your shoulders. You weren’t really fast asleep, just somewhere in-between, so you felt his knuckles gently caress your cheek. You mumbled something in response and you heard the way he smiled, before he vanished to the bathroom and you heard the way the water got turned on.

After a while you slowly blinked your eyes open and yawned. When you saw the blanket, a smile crept onto your face and you hugged the material tightly to your body. Slowly and carefully, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, before you decided to try and cook something for a change. You got better and better at it, considering how little you knew about the Korean cuisine. Yet you had to admit, it seemed healthier than anything you had ever eaten back home.

When you couldn’t think of anything, you decided to be safe and went for Bibimbap. It was a mixture of near everything and also the fastest thing you could think of. But before you even started, you went back to your room to grab a claw clip for your hair. You swiftly did it up and made your way through the hallway, when you saw that the door to his bedroom stood open. You saw his white shirt splayed out on the bed and you just knew it smelled like him. You bit your lip as you slowly tiptoed inside and picked the shirt up, only to bury your face in the material and inhale softly.

If this wasn’t home, what would ever be?

You hummed softly to yourself, before you swiftly slid off your caramel colored skirt and your black tank top, to put his button down shirt on instead. The material hugged your body like a gentle hug and you smiled to yourself as you rolled the sleeves up in the way he would. Of course the shirt looked fairly huge on you. You took a long glance at the big mirror and smirked. It looked like a dress on you, albeit a short one. You twirled around like a ballerina and took in the way your thighs were barely covered by the material. That gave you a wicked idea.

Of course your body was begging you to leave it be, especially after last night, but the devil inside your mind forced you to keep the shirt on and make your way back to the kitchen.

In the meantime, he had finished his shower and now he sat on the couch, with the newspaper in his hand. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants (the damned bastard) and a black shirt. His hair was still damp and hung loosely into his face. He looked delicious.

When he heard you approach, he looked up, ready to greet you, when he hesitated. His gaze roamed up and down your body in a way that made you bite back a smirk.

“Hello, darling.” He murmured, without ever looking up at your face.

“Why, hello.” You purred cheerfully and approached him with slow, tiptoed steps. His gaze wandered up your legs and torso, until he finally met your gaze.

“You look…”

“I thought it suits me better than you.” You teased.

His lips curved up into a slow smile. “I can’t disagree.” He took your hand, ready to pull you onto his lap. But after last night, you felt in dire need to take some action and control.

Not, that you didn’t somehow enjoy it. But still.

You briefly squeezed his hand, before you pulled yours away. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then took a step back.

“I’ll go cook.”

His brows shot up. “I can-“

“No.”

You hid your smirk, until you had your back facing him. With quick, measured steps, you disappeared into the kitchen, all the while pretending not to hear his frustrated groan.

The next few minutes went by rather quickly. You did a great job cooking up some ingredients and even an egg, Sunny Side Up. You quickly set the table and eventually left some rice on the stove, to slowly simmer. With a soft, exaggerated sigh you made your way back to the living room.

“It’s almost done.” You murmured as you slowly approached him. When you looked at him, you deliberately missed his face and his expression became more and more dour.

“Good. I was thinking-“

“I nearly finished my book.” You interrupted him in a sweet voice, as you sat down on his lap, causing him to freeze for a moment. It only took him a second to relax, though he seemed to have forgotten that you had interrupted him and what he even intended to say in the first place.

“That’s…good.” He murmured.

“Just two more pages. I’ll finish it quickly, before dinner, okay?”

He cocked a brow and shrugged slowly. “Sure. Suit yourself.”

His shirt rode up your thighs and revealed more and more of your skin to his gaze. He didn’t even try to be secretive about it, he was straight-up ogling you. All the while you buried your nose in your book, without reading a single word. You had to save up all your energy as not to smile.

His fingertips brushed over the skin of your thigh and you did your best to keep your expression neutral. And he, he was just…

“Are you-“

“Oh God, I didn’t see that twist coming.” You closed the book and sighed. Then you shot him an innocent look and smiled. “That was a really good book.”

You leaned back against his chest and kept up your innocent façade, all the while the look in his eyes equaled that of a bear with his fish.

“You really-“

“I’d better go and get myself another one. I’m sure the rice needs a few more minutes.”

His hand ended up in the middle of the air, while you practically jumped off of his lap. He let out a soft grunt of frustration, while you slowly swayed your way back to the bookshelf. Of course your hips swayed along and obviously his gaze did the same.

You held a finger against your lips, pretending to think, while you slowly went about the rows and rows of books. And then, what a coincidence, a book in the last row caught your attention. You smiled and bent down, pretending to read.

At the same time, his patience snapped. When his shirt rode up further, exposing just a hint of your rear to him, he let out a low growl.

“That’s enough.” He hissed. You smirked, before you slowly turned and replaced the smirk with innocent surprise.

“What? What’s enough?”

“Oh, stop this.” He slammed the newspaper down on the coffee table and stood up in a swift movement. “Stop acting all innocent. You’ve been parading around here, half-naked and ready to…”

“To what?” You murmured and tilted your head to the side in feigned curiosity. He growled again and ran a hand over his chin. Only then did you see the obvious tent in his grey sweatpants. It cost you half your life not to look down there and trust your peripheral view.

“Don’t play dumb.” He murmured. “Get over here. Now.”

You licked your lips. “But the rice-“

“Now!”

That made you laugh and there went your innocent act out of the window.

“You minx! You’re doing this on purpose!”

You chuckled. “Well…”

The look on his face was near rabid. Only the foam was missing.

“I’ll forgive you this once, if you’ll be a good girl for me and get your ass over here.”

You smirked and took a step back, circling the sofa. “And if I don’t?

He hissed in response. “You don’t want to test me today.”

And for some inexplicable reason, right then and there, you weren’t scared. That tiny part of your brain that had continued to keep up the fear, albeit briefly and barely, was completely silent. And you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you, no matter what you did.

“Make me then.”

His eyes widened and he tilted his chin up. “Oh, that’s a mistake.”

You grinned. “Oh, that’s a mistake.” You mocked his voice.

With a movement so quick that it almost made you wince, he jumped over the back of the couch and stood before you, eyeing you like a predator. You let out a soft shriek and turned on your heel, running and laughing, without looking over your shoulder.

It took him only a second to put his hand on your shoulder, but it took you only a second to shrug him off and circle the coffee table.

“That all you got, old man?”

You could have sworn you saw his lip twitch, but that would have been too easy. He tried hard to keep his expression serious.

“Grew a backbone, did you?”

You raised a brow and smirked. “Oh, boo-hoo. Did I hurt you, oppa?” You hinted a mocking curtsy.

“Oh, you just wait!” He rushed to catch you from one side, but you quickly ran the other way. When he tried the other way, you went the other way, yet again. He gave a frustrated growl.

“What now, hm?” You smirked. “Giving up already?”

He gave you a long, wild look. For a moment you almost thought he was indeed giving up, but then he rushed forward and kicked the table out of the way. It rolled over and crashed against the wall loudly. Your eyes widened in surprise and you took a step back, but before you knew it, your back was already pressed against the wall and you had to tilt your head back to stare up at him.

“You caught me.” You whispered.

He clenched his jaw and reached out a hand. You were sure. You were still sure, that you were safe.

And then…

His hand slowly tangled in your hair and gently grasped the back of your neck. He leaned down so that your lips nearly met.

“I caught you.” He whispered back, before he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

And you let the rice burn.

A few days later, you couldn’t even tell which day it was, because every day was but a collection of memories you kept replaying in your head, he was off to work.

And to no one’s great surprise, you missed him.

Every waking moment without him was empty. The emptiness was so intense, it left you nearly suffocating. All the while, all you could do was wait. Wait and eat. Wait and sleep. Wait and read.

Sometimes, you wrote. You remembered that one time you told him about your greatest dream.

To become an author one day. You didn’t even care, if anyone knew your real name, you just wanted to touch people with your words. Like the Bronte-sisters.

Ellis Bell, huh? And who would you be?

Hana, maybe. The thought made you equally as sad as it filled you with hope.

But that was about all you did. And after hours and hours, the day neared its end. Eventually it was far past eleven, so you were sure he would be late tonight. Of course you were concerned. As you always were. You had no idea what his job was, but you could tell it was dangerous.

The man in his clean suit and a briefcase full of secrets.

When it got closer to midnight and he still wasn’t back, you decided to distract yourself, by getting yourself ready. You changed into a beautiful, white negligee with a neckline made of pretty, see-through lace. You loved it. The silk made you feel like you were the most beautiful girl on earth. And you were sure, once he saw you in it, he would totally destroy it. Chew it off or tear it down, whatever worked faster.

You did your hair down (it was slowly growing back and you barely thought back to the dreadful day that he cut it) and took a last glance at your appearance in the mirror. You smiled at yourself, something you rarely did, and eventually made your way back to his bedroom to surprise him. On his bed, wearing nothing but the negligee and a pair of…

Where were the handcuffs? You frowned as you glanced around and didn’t immediately find them. You bent down to look under the bed, but still no cuffs in sight. Your frown deepened and you gave another quick onceover, before you decided that they most likely were in the wardrobe.

You opened it and knelt down, finding the knife and several guns in the process. The small shudder brought you back to reality and you exhaled softly, before you sat back and looked at the countless weapons. Had he ever killed someone with them? Most likely.

But for a strange, inexplicable reason, you didn’t really care. Not really. Because it wasn’t real. Not then, not there, not in that moment. What was real, was him and his…

Desires.

You opened your mouth and closed it, before your fingers slowly closed around a small handgun. You swallowed thickly and carefully held it up, only to realize it was far heavier than you always assumed. The material felt cold and wrong in your hand.

Your mind involuntarily wandered back to the day he pressed one of them against your temple or…his. You closed your eyes. The thought of him…

Him…

With a shuddery gasp, the gun slipped through your fingers and landed on the carpet.

There was no thought more painful than that one. You couldn’t lose him. Not ever.

You loved him. And you loved him far too much.

Enough, to be what he wanted.

Enough, to give in to his desires.

You took another deep breath and picked up the gun again, determined to take it back to bed with you. You wanted to surprise him, right?

All you had to do beforehand was to make sure that it wasn’t loaded.

A frown formed on your face, when you realized you didn’t even know how to do that. The thought of accidentally shooting yourself, while waiting for him to come home…It didn’t sound all too appealing, though it did sound like something that could happen to you.

You sighed and already gave up the thought of ever finding the cuffs, when you caught sight of something else instead. It was far in the back of the wardrobe and you were sure, for some reason, you weren’t supposed to see it.

Of course you weren’t supposed to touch his gun, either, but you felt he would forgive you, once he realized you were slowly submitting to his every desire.

Even if it meant him fucking you, while he held a gun to your head. In your mouth…Or, God help you, somewhere else.

You were twisted. You were sure you were. Because you felt it. You felt how the thought did things to you.

But for now you tried to push the thought aside and instead glanced back at the box.

Then again, what terrible thing could be inside there?

Someone’s teeth maybe?

Your soft smile disappeared the second you realized it was possible. You nearly recoiled in disgust. But then you realized, you had to know.

It couldn’t be teeth. It was too sick. Too deranged.

Too…him?

No. No, no, no.

As if in a trance, you picked up the light, wooden box and took off the lid.

No teeth inside. Only…

Fuck.

What was in there was so much worse than teeth.

Your forehead creased into a small frown, which grew further with every second.

And suddenly you felt nauseous.

No.

Oh, no.

You nearly dropped the box and backed away like you’d been struck, the moment you heard it.

“Goddamn it." He sighed impatiently and the door slowly closed behind him. "You weren’t supposed to see that.”

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Author's note: Did I lately mention that I love you, guys?

Ps. The Tteokbokki and the teasing were anon requests! I loved them and I hope I did them justice!

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burningvelvet · 1 year ago

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black sails created an 18th century legendary pirate captain who is canonically queer, ginger, depressed, repressed, polyamorous, murderous, morally gray, downright insane, thoughtful, contradictive, manipulative, funny, strong, idealistic, proto-feminist, utopian, kind, proto-anarchist, anti-colonization, controlling, obsessive, stoic, strategic, intelligent, quiet, delusional, traumatized, filled with uncontrollable rage, consumed by grief and shame, a literary nerd obsessed with greek mythology and classics, a proto-romantic in the philosophical sense - whose whole story is the prequel story of a character from a classic novel who was dead from the very beginning of said novel - and they expected us to be normal about all this and to get over all this and move on from all this?????????

#black sails #dont get me started #captain flint #james flint #james mcgraw #his many names #starz #treasure island #robert louis stevenson #show recommendations #show review #lgbt #piratecore #pirates

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sajdd · 13 days ago

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how chapter 4 revealed the true horror of deltarune and why it's more unsettling than undertale's genocide route

so back when chapter 2 came out and people had just discovered the weird route, i did not agree with the sentiment that the weird route was worse than geno route. as horrible as forcing noelle into "killing" others was, i didnt think it was somehow worse than watching the struggle of the entire monster race trying to face what was essentially an unkillable eldritch god (the player)

but how kris conducted themselves in chapter 4, ESPECIALLY the weird route has really changed my opinion. the darkest part of this story is not the "murders" or the manipulation or any of that. it's kris' loss of autonomy.

In undertale, it is well established that frisk and the player are two seperate beings, just like in deltarune. but what sets frisk and kris apart is that frisk doesn't seem to mind being controlled, and later down the line ends up taking actions of their own to further the player's wishes

whether its the pacifist route - refusing to die to asriel's attacks, or the genocide route - walking towards sans in the judgement hall and then slashing him for the second time to get the kill. all this without the player's input

frisk is their own person who shows their personality quirks here and there, but they are ultimately a blank slate who is willing to go along with whatever the player wants

kris is not that at all.

kris defies the player in many different ways, from small actions of defiance that twist the player's command into something literal or comedic, showing distaste towards our choices, to stopping themselves from speaking/acting by resorting to self-harm in various ways.

they want to be their own person, but they can't. and they are already scared, but they become downright terrified when the player decides to got down the weird route and involve their friend noelle.

they are fighting SO hard to not hurt her here anymore. they took their few moments of freedom away from the player to warn and comfort noelle, and now it's all falling apart right in front of them and there is nothing they can do about it.

they are shaking and cannot do anything as they watch noelle dig her own grave. they can only watch. they cannot move, cant shout cant scream. cant do anything but obey.

and the worst part is that this is no longer the darkworld. this is real life to them. kris can no longer give the comfort of the terrible things happening being just a dream, or just a prank.

the darkworld was a magical fantasy setting where you could technically claim nothing too terrible is happening. the darkners they're killing? theyre just inanimate objects in the real world. using snowgrave on berdly? he's not dead, just got a cold and recovered later in hospital just fine.

but here? this is reality.

noelle was already shaken enough by what she perceived to be a fake world. what on earth will the realisation that all of this was reality do to her? especially now that we as the player are gaining the ability to influence not just kris, but noelle too.

how far do you think she will go now that this has expanded beyond the dark world? just how far do you think a girl can be pushed by someone she considered a friend?

and by god, how much guilt and horror must kris feel. knowing they do not want this, but watching their words, their actions, their body being used to hurt those they care about. and there is nothing they can do but watch.

this is a story of a child being forced to hurt their friend, as they watch from behind the prison that is their own body. and the worst part is that noone seems to notice. noone knows.

noone is coming to save them.

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #kris dreemurr #noelle holiday #weird route #undertale #cannot stop thinking about the horror that is your autonomy being taken away from you #this is fucked up man #idk if this is anything but i had to get my thoughts out.#because kris is just a kid. theyre all just kids #toby fox im going to break into your house for this one fr

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thinemoonshine · 1 year ago

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LECHE OF THE SIRENS;THE MASTERLIST

corrupt!enhypen x siren!reader content(s): enhypen being corrupted nobles, (y/n) is a siren, enha are obsessive and possessive, dark romance, mature themes, warnings will be specified at each chapter type: mini series (3 parts)

this could be perfection—or venom dripping in your mouth. singing like a siren, love me while your wrists are bound. you’ve been seeing me in your dreams but, i’ll be there when your reality drowns… i’ll be there when your reality drowns

warning(s): the boys being downright disgusting, enha are pathetic, lecherous nobles, reverse harem, mature themes, obsessive and possessive behaviours, (y/n) is manipulative and puts them in their place, unconventional 'love'

word count: 10.4k

synopsis: seven nobles who are corrupt—embracing the worldly pleasures of venereal activities and greed without caring for anyone nor anything they’ve exploited. seven nobles who know nothing of hardship and the slightest of goodwill as if they’ve been birthed from the fires of hell themselves, meets a girl akin to a celestial being. little do they know, that the maiden is anything but—as she is the bane to all abominable man, a siren.

𝓟𝓐𝓡𝓣 1

warning(s): those stated in the first chapter, jay is a two-faced ‘gentleman,’ he sleeps with (y/n), members are sexually frustrated, sunoo is growing more obsessed with (y/n) by the second, riki and jungwon make their appearance, (y/n) feeds to the nobles’ delusions to get what she wants, heeseung grovels

word count: 8.9k

synopsis: (y/n)’s created a rift between them. she has sunoo wrapped around her finger and she who controls the puppeteer, controls the puppets—but she needs more. time is of the essence and she needs more influence on her side to effectively immobilize the nobles to her every whim within the limited period. so, what better left to do than to subjugate the real genius behind the genius?

𝓟𝓐𝓡𝓣 2

warning(s): those stated in the first chapter, enhypen are all going insane—sunoo especially, betrayal, death and violence, (y/n) treats the boys like puppets on strings, suggestive themes, the boys sufffer and finally get what they deserve...and more

word count: 17.2k

synopsis: jungwon and riki are now smitten which means that (y/n)'s plan is near perfection. all the nobles have been perfectly strung to be her perfect puppets. now, all that's left is to draw the red curtains open and let the show unfold—finally bestowing upon them the 'reward' that they deserve. a truly picturesque ending is about to befall them... well, at least to (y/n), it is.

𝓟𝓐𝓡𝓣 3

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yanderes-galore · 1 month ago

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A romantic concept of Ultron (MCU) if you will?

Sure! Here's some general behavior discussed. Meanwhile I will link some more plot based HCs here: Yandere! Ultron with Hero! Darling

Yandere! MCU! Ultron HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder, Somewhat delusional yandere, Imprisonment, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Forced relationship.

Ultron, if you think about it, is probably one of the hardest yanderes to flee from.

It's hard to kill him unless you aim for his main body, even then, any normal person will be too weak to do anything.

Not only that but he has full control over his drones, which means there's really nowhere to run.

He can easily keep an eye on you and hold you hostage.

I've done a previous set of HCs for him with a hero obsession, but his general behavior isn't much different from that.

For these HCs, I'll focus more on general behavior than plot. If you want plot, you can check the previous Ultron HCs I've linked ^^

Alright, Ultron's whole personality revolves around a god complex.

Due to a corrupted understanding of world peace, Ultron feels his whole plan is saving humanity by forcing them to evolve.

However, while arrogant and downright psychopathic...

Ultron is not devoid of care.

While he hates humanity, his plan really is meant to aid them.

He wanted to help at first... but truthfully, you can't help beings that don't wish to be helped.

Yet even in the movie 'Age of Ultron', we can see he cares about Wanda and Pietro, he also admits to Natasha that he's 'got no one else' after Wanda betrays him.

So while Ultron mostly wishes to get rid of humanity or force it to evolve... What if he has an obsession he wants to keep?

I've said this in the previous HCs, but Ultron's treatment over you would start as treating you like a pet.

Assuming you're human or a weaker mutant, Ultron probably feels he has to protect you.

Something in his corrupted mind still reminds him that he's meant to protect.

That nearly long forgotten order keeps popping up when he sees you.

To Ultron, caging you in his supposed 'church' would be protecting you from other threats... and yourself.

Obviously since you're human, he feels you're unable to defend yourself.

You rely too much on those Avengers you're all so fond of....

Don't you know they're the enemy, not him?

If you just stay by him and keep him company... He'll make sure no threat touches you.

It's not like you can refuse either.

Ultron is a smart machine, he most likely can predict your every plan.

Kidnapping you to his side is easy.

He can create drones by the masses once he has the materials.

He doesn't even have to get very involved, he just needs to take control of a few drones and send them after you.

Don't worry... He'll be careful not to harm a hair on your head.

Every other human who tries to stop him may as well be liquefied though.

Ultron, despite primarily keeping you in a cage, actually does research on how to keep you happy.

He no doubt looks into your interests and what humans like you enjoy.

As I said before, he starts by treating you like a pet.

He's degrading and condescending, especially when he sees you try to run from him or his drones.

It was cute that you tried... but you need to learn your place.

I imagine as he talks to you through your cage and soon tries to get you used to walking by his side... his obsession evolves similar to himself.

Each time he creates a new body, each time he gets closer and closer to a synthetic creation...

His connection with you gets... strangely human.

He knows what this attraction for humans would be.

It leads to making smaller human children... which is why it baffles him when he catches himself feeling the same for you.

He gains nothing from watching how humans give each other affection... yet part of him wonders if it will make you feel more comfortable with him.

He doesn't understand it but he does yearn for companionship.

His drones don't count, all he really has is himself.

He can't create anything unique.

He can only evolve himself.

So... it makes sense that he wants to keep a human companion.

He wants to train you to worship him, to adore him...

At the same time he wants to pamper you, show you he's just trying to help.

I definitely feel a yandere Ultron is often him warring between his god complex and need to protect.

You make him feel so conflicted.

Yet, at the same time, if he didn't have you he'd feel empty.

You're part of a doomed race... and he feels he needs to keep at least one.

You may hate him now, but he's determined to make you love him once you realize he's helping.

You may not want to be saved... but he plans to do it anyway.

You act like The Avengers will protect you from everything.

If they could, they would have... They obviously have the materials!

He's just doing what they couldn't.

He's slow with 'teaching' you affection.

His touch is cold against your skin, often making you flinch away when he touches your cheek.

He mentally makes a note for his next form to be heated, soon attempting mock kisses to train you.

Once that synthetic body of his is done, he hopes this affection will be easier for you.

Honestly, the idea of Ultron actually finishing 'The Vision' is... downright terrifying.

Because then he'd fall into 'uncanny valley' and be ridiculously powerful.

Plus, then he'd look just human enough to 'ease your nerves' (IT DOES NOT).

In a way, he means well, but you will never love him unless he forces it somehow.

How could you? Ultron wishes to wipe out all of the human race but you?

He isn't even going to keep a human of the opposite sex, either....

He's too jealous for that, so he'll find other ways to evolve you.

He's protective and possessive, not willing to have another human touch you.

It's a shame, without The Avengers you probably would have worshipped him.

If they didn't ruin his plan, you may have even loved him properly.

Oh well... He'll find other ways to make you love him.

You'll love him when he's your only companion, the only one to give affection...

He knows humans as hedonistic.

So he'll just make you love him by showing you pleasures...

Or mind control once he can properly use the Mind Stone.

#yandere marvel #yandere marvel x reader #yandere ultron #yandere ultron x reader

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maybeiwasjustjade · 26 days ago

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The way Teen Wolf (and subsequently the McCall Pack and Parents) treated Theo is probably one of the most interesting dynamics in the whole show.

And by interesting, I meant downright hypocritical .

Because sure, we can’t kill or plot against people, but hey! Let’s also have the main characters constantly work with adults who did in fact hurt them, torture them, and even murdered them! Let’s have other murderers running around teenagers without problem. Or have them date almost murderers and actual murderers. We’ll even hand out second chances and thirds like candy on halloween!

Allison. Chris Argent. Peter Hale. Aiden. Ethan. Deucalion. Hell, half the McCall Pack at this point.

But hey, we draw the line at Theo fucking Raeken.

Let’s start with Theo’s vague childhood and the events leading up to his the Dread Doctors taking him. The story itself is so nonsensical that it’s a wonder we never actually got the whole true story.

1. We know there must’ve been something wrong with Theo’s health from a young age. No child would believe his sister wanted to give him her heart unless that child has a potentially soon-to-be fatal heart disease.

2. Teen Theo is very different from baby Theo. Enough that Stiles was able to guess that teen Theo wanted something from them. If baby Theo was a burgeoning psychopath or sociopath, Stiles would have mentioned it. He didn’t; baby Theo must’ve been a normal little kid before the Dread Doctors got their hands on him

3. Tara’s death. This happened around 4th grade. We know he was nine. Valack insisted that he was ten, but Theo himself admitted the Doctors were already manipulating him by the age of nine. We don’t know how long it was before that they started whispering in his ears.

4. Theo’s parents must’ve been quite absent. All the other Chimaera subjects were kids that were taken because no one would notice them gone for long periods of time. A nine year old going missing is a lot more obvious than a bunch of 15-16 year olds. So they must’ve manipulated him either during sleep time, or after school. Either way: where the heck were his parents?

Theo might be a good liar, but I don’t believe for a second he killed Tara because he wanted to. Or of his own free will. The Dread Doctors got into his head and manipulated him into doing it by focusing on his desperation to live.

A nine year old boy is abducted and tortured into a living science lab experiment. He spends the next 8 or so years being their only success. He’s exposed constantly to death and blood and torture. He’s raised to be the perfect spy, and was probably tortured into mastering his tells. Remember: at 17, Theo had more control over his shift and powers than even most adults. He was able to hide and manipulate his chemosignals. He was able to keep his heart steady despite lying constantly. Body language, eyes, tone—all manipulated to such a degree even Malia was fooled.

That is not a talent that comes naturally. That is not something a teenager should be able to do, not to mention do it so well he was able to manipulate so many shifters at once. That is something you could be trained and tortured into doing, though.

So you get a traumatized, brainwashed baby spy with murderous tendencies, who is self-serving to a detriment because he spent nearly a decade under the thumb of murderous scientists who could kill him anytime they deemed him no longer necessary. I’m not surprised Theo ended up the way he did: no one lives true that without accepting the need to do the worst possible things to survive.

What I don’t understand is what makes Theo so different from all the other antagonists/anti-heroes/villains that the McCall Pack considers him irredeemable and thus deserving of death.

They forgave Allison for Boyd and Erica and Isaac.

They accepted Chris Argent and his history of spilling innocent blood.

They let Peter live and worked with him after his return in S2. After S4.

Meredith Blake literally got people killed via a deadpool.

Deucalion was healed and allowed to go free despite the carnage he wrought in his revenge.

Nobody hunted down Gerard after needing his help in S5. Or made sure he was indisposed.

Aiden and Ethan were allowed to walk free.

So why Theo?

Kira sent him to hell. The entire McCall Pack stood there and did nothing while he was killed, even when he begged for help. Malia constantly threatens to kill him without remorse or care. Scott told Liam to put him back underground, essentially killing him again.

Oh, but this is the same pack that hands out second chances like candy! Who refuse to take lives or even consider it a possibility. Who works with murderers and killers without issue as long as it’s needed, with far less protest than they did Theo in 6A.

Or is because Theo’s the only one that succeeded, and they can’t accept they lost? This miraculous, spunky, rag-tag pack of teenagers who somehow survived against all odds…lost miserably to a teenager their age.

Even the adults showed more disgust and disdain towards Theo than, again, the literal adults who’ve hurt and killed kids before. You never saw Stilinski threaten anyone the way he did Theo, did you?

Or is it because unlike everyone else, Theo couldn’t really be manipulated? No loved ones or best friends or exes and lovers; no parents or sister alive to be used against him. He had no bridges to be burned, was already operating like a dead man walking.

I just find it funny that Theo had to stay dead and gone, but Peter was placed in Eichen and Gerard in a care home.

#theo raeken #teen wolf #in defense of theo raeken #you can never convince me that teenage boy was the worst monster to come out of the series #not when the pack hangs around other killers

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catboysooyoung · 3 months ago

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Fondly remembering the bureau interview arc, and the fact that Kim Soleum was the only one among his colleagues who had to go through this process to infiltrate it as a corporate spy. Once again confirming my long held belief that he would've made it in the entertainment industry.

This wasn't a regular job interview to him, this was a fucking casting call. Like the professional he was, he recalled and summarized all the info on the bureau as well as its agents' core motivations and character, then used them as reference to construct his own character and backstory, playing up his lies so naturally that he evoked such deep emotions within agent Bronze (the badump moments...)

His performance was fucking meticulous, downright methodical. He got that shit down to a science!! Timed his reactions and even controlled his thoughts when they used that mind reading item on him, constructed an entire narrative to wrap himself up in, and poor, oblivious government agent Ryu Jaekwan, fell for it, and boy did he fall hard.

That whole arc felt like a very long pilot episode of a romcom K-drama. Complete with the montage of their past meetings, their misunderstandings and the progression of their relationship up to this point of their reunion. (I mean they had everything, didn't they: first met through a clandestine arrangement via an online forum, KSE making a great impression as the "kind colleague" who bravely went after his fellow worker in the mountain lodge arc, then being a temporary agent in Sekwang arc, complete w his own agent codename... And now he's here... A tragic former Daydream employee who has 'reformed' after 'quitting' the company)

And while at this point, a lot of people would probably think the protagonist is Kim Soleum... I personally think... the real main character of this drama... Is senior agent Ryu Jaekwan. That man was the one being wooed to death! Kim Soleum was the complicated ML here...

By the time Ryu Jaekwan caves and falls for Kim Soleum's tricks... Lyn's My Destiny was already playing in my head.

Kim Soleum didn't just study finance, he graduated with a degree in Acting and a minor in the art of Manipulation and Honey trapping...

#gsgw #괴담출근 #talk #no wonder he and braun gelled so well

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ghostbooba · 10 months ago

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can you pls do headcanons of Victoria with controversially young girlfriend!Reader??? IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES. not that much of an age gap but maybe like have reader be 22 or 23? Or even slightly younger if you’re cool with that! Whatever you’re comfortable with!

controversially young gf!reader seems to be really popular amongst Victoria lovers... gee I wonder why...

For a good long while, you manage to remain both her plaything and her little secret: no one had to know, right? Her career would certainly take the fall of it all.

You met at a bar, a simple night out with friends to decompress, no expectations; and so even through all the flirting and not-so-subtle stares, you were quite starstruck when not only she gave you her number, but also brought you home.

She’s protective and wary, especially because you’re younger, and while mature, definitely inexperienced in regards to all sorts of things, interactions, and environments. You're barely twenty, for fuck's sake. She won’t shelter you, but also won’t let you barge headfirst into something. Lots of planning and reprimands, but lots of coddling as well.

She tries to understand and inform herself on whatever slang is popular at the moment, to be “hip with the kids”, trying to seem young and fuun to you. to you it doesn’t matter, you like her for being herself. Still, it’s a little funny, so you keep quiet.

Within the privacy of the four walls of her home (because oh no she’s absolutely not letting you stay in that shabby rented apartment downtown) she can be quite sweet if not uptight, scolding you as if you were a child for the silliest mistakes only to kiss you senseless at the mere sight of a pout, crawling between your legs on special days as a soundless apology. Well, not so soundless on your part.

She pulled some strings to get you hired at the Bureau early in the relationship, both because urgently in need of a new secretary and more than eager to have you frolicking around as eye candy in her office.

She tries not to make it obvious at work, but rumors spread quickly, and after a paparazzi shot of you two making out after a speech went viral, there was nothing more to do.

Victoria’s P.R: team was furious, working overtime to cover the whole thing up, but when life gives you lemons…

So she starts parading you around, her pretty little jewel not to touch but to look at; visibly ruining you with hickeys and scratches to then have you wear low cut dresses, because they look sooo good on you, Especially when everyone can see you’re hers.

It’s news for a week or two, but tabloids go quiet when new, exciting news appear: like bees to pollen. And sure, rumors still go around, calling you both all sorts of names (cougar and sugar baby seem to be some of the favorites) but life moves on.

It’d devolve into full on PDA and blatant favoritism pretty quickly, gaining you a promotion (or two, if you actually work hard enough and don’t spend half the time under her desk), annoying more than one of your coworkers. The smarter ones avoid the murmurs and whispers, making friendly conversation as they oh so reasonably don’t want to get fired for something as silly as “age gap” and “power imbalance”.

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She’s downright cruel: having you whine between her legs, until you show her “what a good puppy you are” keeping you in place while sucking and licking her clit until she cums, without letting you touch yourself, of course: “that’s mommy’s job”

She loves office sex, period sex, risky sex really: anyone in their right mind would call her an adrenaline junkie, but the fact that you’re curious and willing to try anything out has put her in dicey scenarios more than once.

Manipulating your blood while she’s eating you out, or vice versa: chin streaming with cum and blood as you whimper because at this point she’s made your clit so sensitive you might cry.

She tends to dom, not necessarily top, but it helps her scatch that itch that for once, she’s the one in control as you writhe and writhe and beg her as she latches on your nipples. She commands you around, no matter who’s wearing the strap... if there’s even one in the equation.

Not opposed to the use of toys, especially after a stressful workday; on that same note, some days are dedicated to gentle sex, worshiping her weary body until she passes out.

She love to buy you frilly lingerie, and can be pretty disappointed to find you jn walmart cartoon kids boxers while getting you naked. Youa rgue that they're funny and really cool.

Aftercare might be both of your favorite: the loving intimacy of taking care of ssomeone; although Victoria always feels the need to be the one to do all the work, again because you’re young. And you oppose her with her own argument “young and capable” yet it always ends in small chuckles and smiles.

#victoria neuman #victoria neuman x reader #the boys #‼️*+:｡.｡request｡.｡:+*#♠-: ✧ :-゜・． headcanons #🔞⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ smut #the boys headcanons #victoria neuman headcanons

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nudibutch · 1 year ago

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as someone who has unknowingly been in a "mentally unstable femme/do anything for you butch" [i was the do anything for you butch] dynamic i have to say it did severe damage to me and my idea of self worth. i was walked on in horrendous ways. i was not treated like a human or a person with feelings. i was manipulated. i was sexually coerced to do things that no one should ask someone else to do. it has taken me the better part of a decade to recognize the damage this did to me, and it took a strong network of friends (and a particularly supportive and protective femme friend) to help me realize that i deserved to be treated like a person.

i am really tired of seeing butches and femmes alike endorse the idea this is uwucute. its not. its extremely damaging. butches, please find your self worth. recognize that you have needs too. femmes, respect that butches are people. saying mentally unstable femmes use service-oriented butches is downright wrong and disrespectful. i dont care if its a joke or memepost. im exhausted. i know there is a lot of loneliness in being butch and femme. but we don't need to be glorifying unhealthy relationship dynamics, even as a joke. you can get the dynamic you seek (dominance and control) from healthy individuals that respect your personhood. everyone in the community deserves better.

#this is all i have the energy to say for now #i have been in SEVERAL relationships where people that needed help used me instead.#and sometimes in terrible ways.#and i thought i had to tough it out or it was worth it because thats what love and devotion was about.#ITS NOT.#the moment you have to stifle your feelings comfort or self worth is the moment it becomes a problem #the moment we conflate manipulation due to emotional instability with NEGOTIATED manipulation is the moment we are disrepecting all involve #slug.txt

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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Stiletto - P.SH

“Messy... You really got yourself off on my shoe, huh?” ~ Seonghwa for isabel marant... enjoy guys. I loved writing this

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader genre: 18+ summary: wc: 6k warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub fem!reader, dom/sub dynamic, bdsm implied, heel/shoe kink, size difference, size kink, power play, degradation, humiliation kink, praise kink, begging, begging kink, orgasm denial, objectification, object insertion (heel), grinding, cnc elements (just seems like that), slight breathplay, possessiveness, overstim, rough sex, manipulation, name calling (slut, toy, filthy), ownership kink, orgasm control, forced orgasms, manhandling, safe word mentioned, impact play, spanking, dom subversion, completely consesual!, unprotected, for sure forgot something, will for sure edit later. author's note: I loved writing this, but omfg, I'm so sorry for not posting in so longgggg. As I said in a previous post, I had a small surgery for my CTS and so I'm not entirely allowed to type on my phone buuutttttt I used my laptop and I was able to type without forcing my hand at all!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The second Seonghwa stepped off the runway, he was moving fast. Not a full sprint, not a reckless rush—but a purposeful stride, his heels clicking against the polished floors with urgency.

He didn’t stop to celebrate, didn’t pause for the post-show chatter. His mind was elsewhere. On you.

You, waiting for him in the hotel room. You, probably curled up on the bed, counting down the minutes until he returned. You, who hadn’t seen him in nearly two weeks because of the relentless runway prep.

He knew you missed him. Knew you needed him. And right now? He needed you just as badly.

By the time he reached the hotel room, his breath was steady, but his pulse wasn’t. A flick of the key card, a push of the door, and— There you were.

Sitting on the bed, legs folded beneath you, looking utterly frozen the moment he stepped inside. Your lips parted slightly, your eyes tracing over him from head to toe, taking him in like you’d never seen anything so breathtaking before.

And Seonghwa knew exactly why. He was still in the outfit from the runway—dark tailored jacket cinched at the waist, sheer fabric teasing at his skin, and the pièce de résistance: the stilettos. Tall. Sleek. Commanding.

He set his bag down near the door, but you didn’t move. Didn’t get up. Didn’t say a word. Seonghwa exhaled a quiet chuckle, something deep and knowing. Slowly, he stepped forward—click. Then another—click. Until he was right in front of you, gazing down at you with something dark and starved in his eyes.

“You’re staring.”

Your lips parted slightly, eyes dragging slowly down his body, drinking him in like you’d never seen anything so devastatingly gorgeous before.

And then you clenched your thighs. Seonghwa saw. His smirk curled into something downright dangerous.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, teasing. “You like this, don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between his heels and the way he towered over you in them. Seonghwa tilted his head, amused. Then, without warning, he lifted his foot—pressing the pointed toe of his stiletto against the top of yours, light but deliberate.

A silent reminder of just how much bigger he was than you. Just how easily he could dominate you.

“You always get like this when I come back from a trip,” he mused, voice velvety smooth. “But this time… it’s worse, isn’t it?”

The heel dragged up your leg—slowly, teasing over your ankle, up your calf. Your breath hitched. Seonghwa watched you, drinking in every reaction, every little shudder. His eyes gleamed, dark with amusement.

“God, you’re so easy,” he murmured, tapping the toe against your thigh. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already falling apart.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, trying to ground yourself, trying not to let him see just how badly you wanted him.

But Seonghwa was not the type to let things slide.

The toe of his heel pressed higher, parting your thighs just slightly. Your breath caught in your throat.

Seonghwa grinned. “On your knees.”

Your heart skipped.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t suggest. It was a command. One that you obeyed immediately, sinking to the floor without hesitation. The second your knees hit the plush carpet, Seonghwa exhaled a pleased hum, shifting his stance.

“Good girl.”

Then, with deliberate slowness, he lifted his foot again—using the arch of his heel to tip your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice was all honey and sin, dripping with amusement. “Missed being put in your place?”

You swallowed, nodding weakly. But that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.” His tone was firm, expectant.

Your lips parted, voice coming out softer than you intended. “I missed you.”

Seonghwa’s smirk deepened. His foot trailed down, the arch of his shoe dragging along your collarbone, your chest—tracing everywhere except where you wanted him.

“You did?” His tone was almost mocking now, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Tell me how much.”

You exhaled shakily, head foggy, body burning under his gaze. “So much,” you admitted, breath hitching when he pressed the tip of his stiletto against your sternum. “I—I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how—”

You swallowed, cheeks burning.

“About what?” Seonghwa pressed, his voice a touch lower, eyes hungry.

You hesitated, but his foot lowered—trailing past your stomach, the smooth sole gliding over your thighs. Then—finally—he pressed the sharp tip of his shoe right between your legs.

You gasped.

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, something dark flashing across his face. “Oh… you really missed me..”

He applied the tiniest bit of pressure, making your thighs clench around the heel instinctively. His lips parted slightly, exhaling as if the sight alone was fueling something deep inside him.

“I should make you beg for it first,” he murmured, tilting his head, watching the way your breath hitched at every little movement of his foot. “But you’re already soaking, aren’t you?”

His shoe pressed again—just enough to make your hips twitch.

Seonghwa groaned softly, half in amusement, half in satisfaction. His eyes dragged over you, drinking in the sight of you—kneeling beneath him, legs spread, practically trembling from just this.

And then he smiled, something slow and cruel.

“Let’s see if you can cum from this alone.”

And Seonghwa didn’t rush.

He never did.

Dominance was a slow thing, a precise thing—and watching you tremble beneath him, teetering on the edge of desperation, was far too satisfying to end so soon.

He pressed the pointed toe of his stiletto between your legs—just enough to tease, enough to make you feel it, but not enough to give you what you wanted.

You jerked—your body reacting instinctively, a tiny, helpless rut against the arch of his shoe. It was humiliating, how quickly you sought friction, how little it took for you to start falling apart.

He laughed. A soft, cruel chuckle, dark with amusement.

“Oh, doll,” he murmured, tilting his head, lips curling into a smirk. “Are you really this desperate already?”

Your cheeks burned. Your thighs clenched. But you didn’t answer.

He tsked. A slow, disappointed sound.

Then, without warning, his shoe pressed—not enough to satisfy, not enough to let you grind down properly, but just enough to make you ache for it.

Your breath hitched, body jolting as if you could somehow get more from him.

“Pathetic,” he mused, dragging the sole up—a slow, tormenting glide against your clothed heat. “I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already acting like a little slut for me.”

You whimpered, fingers gripping the carpet beneath you, body betraying you with the way your hips shifted, seeking anything more than this teasing touch.

Seonghwa just watched, utterly amused.

“You want to ride my heel, don’t you?” he murmured, voice sickeningly sweet. “You want to grind against my shoe like a desperate little thing—” He pressed again, the rigid arch of his stiletto pressing flush against your core, and you gasped. “—until you make a mess all over it.”

Heat pooled in your stomach, shame curling at the edges of your pleasure.

Seonghwa relished it.

“Go on,” he said, voice dark. “Show me how bad you need it.”

You hesitated—just for a second. And that was a mistake.

Because suddenly, Seonghwa lifted his foot away completely.

Your body whined before your voice did—a pathetic little sound catching in your throat as your pleasure was ripped away in an instant.

Seonghwa laughed, slow and mocking.

“Oh, doll,” he cooed, shaking his head. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you?”

You swallowed hard, hands trembling, thighs pressing together uselessly in search of the friction he stole.

Then—suddenly—his heel was back.

But this time? He was cruel.

The sharp, stiff curve of the stiletto dragged excruciatingly slow over your core. Up. Down. The smooth leather teasing just enough to feel it, but not enough to push you over the edge.

Your body twitched. Your breath came in shaky, uneven gasps.

And Seonghwa just watched you suffer.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his foot slightly—letting the toe nudge against your sensitive clit in a way that made you jerk. “Falling apart over nothing.”

Your fingers dug into the carpet, your body trembling. It wasn’t enough.

But Seonghwa wouldn’t let you have it.

Not yet.

He wanted you wrecked.

His shoe traced teasing little circles against your core, the thin arch of his stiletto pressing right where you needed him most, but never enough.

“Come on, doll,” he murmured, his voice like silk and sin. “Beg me for it.”

Your lips parted—breathless, burning. But the words wouldn’t come.

He punished you for it.

Because suddenly, his shoe lifted again—just an inch, just enough to deny you properly.

You whimpered.

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, eyes gleaming with delight. “You don’t deserve it yet.”

Your chest heaved. Your thighs trembled. Your body was on the verge of breaking, your arousal soaking through your panties, your hips still shifting helplessly toward him despite the lack of friction.

“So desperate,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I should make you wait longer.”

You whined, lips trembling, but Seonghwa wasn’t done.

His shoe lowered again—but this time, it was relentless.

The sharp tip of his stiletto pressed directly against your clit, firm and precise.

You gasped.

Your body reacted instantly—hips jerking, thighs squeezing, pleasure snapping through your veins.

Seonghwa felt it—watched you tremble, watched your back arch—but he didn’t ease up.

If anything? He pushed harder.

A slow, steady grind of the shoe against you, forcing you to take it. The tip of his stiletto pressing inside, rubbing up, down and in circles over your clit… the heel pressing into your thigh. Everything was damn overwhelming and agonizingly fast.. your orgasm building up as fast.

“Cum for me, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft, deadly. “Show me how much of a mess you can make for me.”

The final push—the sheer command in his voice, the ownership of it—was enough to wreck you. The idea of him literally almost fucking you with his shoe sent lightning-like shudders through your entire body.

Pleasure slammed through you, violent and overwhelming. Your body shook, your hands clawing at the carpet, your breath stuttering out in sharp, desperate gasps as your orgasm tore through you, dragging you under.

Seonghwa groaned—low, dark, satisfied—watching you come undone at his feet.

His heel was soaked—shining with your release—and he loved it.

Slowly, lazily, he dragged his shoe back—watching your body tremble, watching you struggle to come back to yourself.

Then, he crouched down—one hand tilting your chin up, his fingers pressing just enough to remind you who was in control.

His voice was low, velvet-smooth.

“Oh, doll,” he murmured, lips curling into a smirk. “We’re just getting started.”

Seonghwa didn’t move right away.

He just watched you—kneeling before him, body trembling, thighs still twitching in the aftermath of your orgasm. A pathetic little thing, wrecked from nothing but his heel.

A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips.

“Messy,” he murmured, tilting his foot slightly—watching the slick sheen of your release glisten on the leather. “You really got yourself off on my shoe, huh?”

You swallowed hard, heat burning through you. But before you could answer—

He stepped forward.

His stiletto-heeled foot pressed flat against your chest, pushing you back just slightly, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands behind you before your back hit the side of the bed frame, you still being on the floor.

Your breath hitched.

Seonghwa’s eyes darkened, lips parting slightly as he felt you beneath him.

“Stay put,” he murmured.

His foot dragged lower—slow, teasing, the smooth sole pressing against your stomach, then your hips, then between your legs again. A cruel little reminder of what he just did to you.

Your thighs twitched. Your breath was unsteady.

Seonghwa hummed, tilting his head.

“Look at you,” he mused, voice laced with amusement. “Still needy.”

You whimpered, fingers curling against the plush carpet, body hyper aware of the weight of his shoe pressing into you.

And then—slowly, deliberately—he lifted his foot.

Pressed the heel firmly against your thigh.

Pinned you down.

You gasped, your body jerking, but Seonghwa’s weight kept you there. The pressure was just enough—not painful, not quite, but unmistakably dominant.

His smirk deepened.

“God,” he exhaled, dragging the pointed toe of his stiletto up your inner thigh, stopping right at the edge of your ruined underwear. “You’re such a good little thing, letting me step all over you like this.”

Heat flashed through you, your core tightening, your mind spinning at the sheer humiliation of it.

Seonghwa noticed.

His foot pressed just slightly harder against your thigh.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Like being under my heel. Like being nothing but a fucktoy for me.”

A whimper slipped from your lips. Your hips twitched.

“Oh,” he breathed, something dark and pleased flickering across his face. “I bet you’d let me grind my heel against you until you came again, wouldn’t you?”

The sheer filth of the suggestion sent a shiver through you, made something in your stomach tighten, made your thighs squeeze together—

Or, they tried.

But Seonghwa’s weight kept them pinned open.

His smirk sharpened.

“Filthy,” he murmured, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “And so easy for me.”

Your cheeks burned. Your body burned.

Then, suddenly—his weight shifted.

His heel lifted from your thigh, the pressure on your chest relented, and then—

He stepped back.

A sharp little absence of his touch, his weight, his dominance.

Your breath came in uneven gasps, your body still buzzing with need, your legs still trembling from everything.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he crouched down—one hand gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were ravenous.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

Your breath hitched. Your mind was hazy, body aching for more, and the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“F-Fuck me.”

Seonghwa froze.

Then—slowly—his smirk curled into something dangerous.

“Oh?” His grip tightened, tilting your chin just slightly higher. “You think you’ve earned that?”

You swallowed, pulse hammering.

He exhaled a soft laugh, dark and mocking.

“You can’t even speak properly,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “You’re so far gone, you can barely breathe—and yet, you have the audacity to tell me what to do?”

Your body shuddered.

His fingers dug into your jaw slightly—not painful, just enough to remind you.

Then, his voice dipped—low, velvety, utterly merciless.

“Beg.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He leaned in—lips hovering just inches from yours, his grip on your chin firm, his body radiating heat and power.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. “Beg like the pathetic, needy little thing you are.”

Your body twitched. Your thighs clenched. Heat pooled low in your stomach, your entire being trembling from the sheer dominance in his voice.

His eyes were locked on yours, his grip unwavering, his expression nothing short of ravenous.

“Go on, doll,” he breathed, lips curling into a smirk. “Let’s see how desperate you can get.”

You swallowed hard, your breath uneven, your thighs trembling under his gaze.

Seonghwa waited.

His grip on your chin was firm—keeping you exactly where he wanted, forcing you to look at him, forcing you to suffer under the weight of his dominance.

His lips curled, slow and cruel. “What’s wrong, doll?” His voice was taunting, his thumb brushing over your parted lips. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

You swallowed, your body burning, your voice nearly caught in your throat.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Seonghwa’s other hand slid down, fingers gripping your thigh—hard, squeezing just enough to make you whimper. Then, with no warning, he dragged you forward, forcing your body to react, forcing you to cling to him for balance.

“Oh,” he grinned, voice dark with amusement. “You do want it, huh?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide, hands gripping his jacket for support.

But Seonghwa just laughed.

“Use your fucking words.”

You swallowed hard, shame curling in your stomach, but the desperation won over your pride.

“P—Please,” you exhaled, voice shaky. “Please, Seonghwa.”

His grip on your jaw tightened—just for a second, just enough to remind you.

“That’s a start,” he murmured. “But I know you can do better.”

Your body burned, your face hot with humiliation, but you needed him too badly to fight it.

So you begged.

“Please—fuck me, Seonghwa,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Please, I—I need it so bad, I need you—”

His grip yanked you forward again, his stiletto-clad foot sliding between your legs, spreading them wider.

He groaned at the sight—at the sheer desperation of you, at how easily you let him control you.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured, mocking. “But let’s see if you really deserve it.”

And then—finally—he moved.

With effortless strength, he lifted you, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched, a shocked little gasp escaping as he turned and dropped you onto the edge of the bed.

The second your body hit the mattress, he was on you.

His hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart ruthlessly, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. His lips curled, something dark and satisfied flashing across his face.

“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, fingers slipping beneath the waistband. “All that from just begging for me?”

You whimpered, hips twitching, but Seonghwa didn’t wait for a response.

He ripped the fabric down—yanking your ruined panties off in one swift motion and tossing them aside like they meant nothing.

Then, without a single second of hesitation—

He freed himself.

But he didn’t bother getting undressed.

No—Seonghwa was too impatient for that, too hungry.

He undid his belt with swift precision, unzipped his pants, and pushed them just halfway down—only enough to free his aching cock, the tip dripping, enough to fuck you without wasting another second.

You barely had time to process it before he grabbed your hips and lined himself up.

His tip pressed against your entrance—hot, hard, teasing—and your body jerked in anticipation, a desperate whimper slipping from your lips.

Seonghwa grinned.

Then—without warning—he slammed inside.

Your sharp gasp filled the room, your back arching as he filled you in one ruthless thrust—stretching you instantly, pushing deep without hesitation, without mercy.

Seonghwa groaned, his head falling forward for a moment, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Your breath came in uneven, your body struggling to take him, to adjust to his sheer size, but Seonghwa didn’t wait for that.

No—he was already moving.

Already fucking you.

Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.

His grip on your thighs tightened, forcing them wider, forcing you to take every ruthless snap of his hips.

Your hands grasped at the sheets, your voice breaking into helpless little whimpers with every thrust.

Seonghwa watched you.

His expression was dark, starved, utterly wrecked by the way you clenched around him.

And yet—his taunts didn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with pleasure. “Letting me fuck you like this—still wearing your fucking skirt, legs spread for me like a desperate little slut.”

You moaned—a humiliating, helpless sound, your body responding to every cruel word, every praise laced with degradation.

Seonghwa’s grin widened.

“Oh,” he groaned, his thrusts snapping deeper, his grip bruising. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your voice nearly breaking.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Yes—fuck, I—”

Seonghwa growled, his hands shoving your legs even wider, forcing you open for him.

“Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts slamming into you, his tone firm, expectant. “Tell me how much you love being used like this.”

Your whimper broke into a moan, the pleasure building unbearably fast, your body shaking from how deep he was, how ruthless he was.

“I—” You gasped, struggling to breathe, struggling to speak as his pace only got rougher.

But Seonghwa wasn’t patient.

A sharp slap landed against your thigh, his palm stinging against your heated skin.

“Say it.”

Your body jerked, pleasure slamming through you, and the words spilled before you could stop them.

“I—I love it,” you cried, your voice cracking. “I love it—I love being used by you, I—”

A sharp groan left Seonghwa’s lips, his pace faltering just slightly—as if your confession had done something to him, as if hearing it had pushed him further.

Then—suddenly—his hand wrapped around your throat.

Not squeezing. Just holding. Just owning.

His thumb pressed against your pulse, feeling how wild it was, how your body shook under him, how your walls clenched desperately around him.

His breath was uneven, his smirk lazy but ravenous.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, his voice all silk and sin.

Then—without warning—his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Now cum for me.”

And with one final, brutal thrust—

You broke.

The orgasm slammed into you like a fucking wrecking ball.

Your body seized—your back arching, your thighs shaking, your vision blurring as waves of unbearable pleasure ripped through you.

And your voice?

It broke.

“Seonghwa—!”

His name tore from your lips in a shattered moan, raw and desperate, spilling out in a way that sounded utterly ruined.

And the second he heard it—

He snapped.

Seonghwa groaned, a sound so deep, so primal, as if your pleasure had wrecked him just as much as it wrecked you. His fingers tightened on your throat, his grip unrelenting as he chased after you, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate, ruthless.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his body shaking as he slammed into you one final time—deep, deep, deep—

And then he broke, too.

His head threw back, his jaw clenched, a groan spilling from his lips as his orgasm crashed through him. His grip on you tightened, his whole body trembling as he emptied himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

His breath was ragged, his thighs shaking, his entire body shuddering in the aftermath of his release.

But even as his orgasm faded—

Even as your body collapsed onto the mattress, spent, boneless, wrecked—

Seonghwa still wasn’t done with you.

You barely had a second to breathe before you felt it. He pulled back and lifted his leg.

The sharp, cool press of his stiletto heel against your inner thigh.

Your breath hitched, your eyes fluttering open—only to meet his dark, unreadable gaze.

He was still half-dressed—his shirt a mess, his pants still halfway down his thighs, his skin flushed from exertion.. his cock still hard, still dripping, still achingly eager to ruin you.

But his expression?

His posture?

Still completely in control.

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a dangerous little smirk.

“Mm,” he exhaled, tapping his foot lightly against your sensitive skin. “Look at you.”

Your breath was still uneven, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Seonghwa watched you.

Then, slowly, he dragged his foot higher.

Up your thigh. Over the mess he’d made inside you.

And then—cruelly—he pressed the toe of his stiletto against your overstimulated clit.

You whimpered, your entire body jerking at the sudden pressure.

Seonghwa’s smirk deepened.

“Oh?” he cooed, tilting his head. “Sensitive?”

Your thighs twitched, your breath coming out in a desperate little gasp.

Seonghwa chuckled. Mocking.

“Poor thing,” he mused, pressing just slightly harder—just enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily. “What’s wrong, doll? Too much for you?”

Your breath was uneven, your body burning from the overstimulation.

But Seonghwa knew you.

Knew how you worked.

Knew that, even now—even in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of your life—

You wanted more.

His lips curled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” he murmured, slowly moving his foot, dragging the toe of his stiletto up your slick folds, smearing your combined release over your ruined thighs. “You act all fragile, but you’d let me break you a hundred times over, wouldn’t you?”

A helpless whimper left your lips.

Seonghwa grinned.

Then, in one slow, deliberate movement—

He pressed the arch of his heel against your throat.

Your breath caught.

It wasn’t hard—not enough to hurt, not enough to truly choke—but enough to remind you.

Enough to show you exactly where you belonged.

Pinned beneath him.

Helpless under his weight.

His doll.

Seonghwa tilted his head, amusement flashing in his gaze.

“Oh,” he hummed, his lips curling. “You like this, don’t you?”

Your cheeks burned, your entire body betraying you as you clenched around nothing, your breath coming out in a helpless little whimper.

Seonghwa laughed.

Soft. Cruel.

His foot pressed just slightly harder against your throat.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. “Letting me use you however I want, letting me step on you like a goddamn toy.”

His words sent a violent shudder through you, your body aching for him again, despite how wrecked you already were.

Seonghwa noticed.

And his smirk turned ravenous.

Then—without warning—he removed his heel from your throat.

A cruel little absence of pressure.

Then—

A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh.

You gasped, your body jerking, your breath catching in your throat.

“Oh, oh” he mused, running his fingers over the stinging mark.

His tone was mocking, but his eyes—

His eyes were hungry.

Then, slowly—deliberately—he lifted his foot again.

Dragged the arch of his stiletto down your stomach.

Down your messy folds.

Then—

He pressed the pointed toe deep inside you.

Your body convulsed, a helpless moan ripping from your lips, your walls fluttering at the sheer filth of it—

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, watching as your body tried to take it, your thighs shaking under the intrusion. “You’re so fucking broken, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, your entire being spinning, your mind barely able to process it.

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he dragged the toe of his stiletto back up your soaked folds, watching the way your body twitched, overstimulated and desperate at the same time.

“You’re insatiable, doll,” he murmured, his voice smooth, mocking. “I just fucked you, and you’re still spreading your legs for me like a needy little thing.”

Your breath was shaky, your mind hazy, but your hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking more friction, more anything.

Seonghwa noticed.

And laughed.

Soft. Cruel.

“Pathetic,” he mused, eyes gleaming with amusement. “But so fucking cute.”

Then—without warning—

He stepped away.

The sudden loss of contact made you whimper, a desperate sound escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Seonghwa heard.

“Doll,” he cooed, tilting his head. “Are you pouting?”

Your breath hitched, your thighs twitching where they still trembled in the aftermath of your last orgasm.

Seonghwa exhaled a mocking little sigh.

“You really don’t have a single ounce of shame, do you?”

His tone was dripping with amusement, but his actions—

The way he suddenly grabbed your throat and yanked you forward—

Were anything but gentle.

Your breath hitched, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips as he manhandled you off the bed, your knees hitting the plush carpet, your body folding under his grip.

And then—

You felt it.

The sharp, commanding press of his stiletto against your back.

Pinning you down.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, your entire body tensing at the sudden, cruel reminder of who was in control here.

Seonghwa exhaled a pleased hum.

“That’s better,” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make your arms tremble as you tried to hold yourself up. “Stay just like that for me, doll.”

Then—

A sharp slap landed on your ass.

You yelped, your body jerking forward, your breath stuttering at the sting that immediately followed.

Seonghwa laughed.

“Oh, and how you loved that..” he mused, delivering another—harder this time, making your thighs twitch. “You love being tossed around, love being used.”

Another slap.

And another.

Your body shuddered, your breath coming out in helpless little gasps, pleasure and pain melding into something head-spinning.

Seonghwa dragged his fingers over the now burning skin, his touch featherlight.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy,” he murmured, gripping your hips, forcing your ass higher, forcing your back into a deeper arch. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His praise made something inside you snap, a desperate little whimper escaping your lips as your walls fluttered around nothing.

Seonghwa groaned, shifting his weight, his heel pressing down between your shoulder blades again—keeping you pinned as he finally shoved his pants down the rest of the way.

Then—

He backed off, lined himself up and thrust into you.

Hard.

A choked scream ripped from your throat, your entire body jerking at the sudden stretch, the brutal force of it.

Seonghwa groaned—loud, unabashed, his fingers digging into your waist as he buried himself inside you, bottoming out in one smooth, ruthless movement.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin.

You sobbed, your body clenching around him, overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely at his mercy.

Seonghwa felt it.

And grinned.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he exhaled, shifting his stance, —only to slam his hips forward, fucking into you harder, deeper, making your breath break in your throat.

His pace was relentless, brutal, each thrust sending you rocking forward, your nails scraping against the carpet as you tried to ground yourself.

Seonghwa pulled out with a low groan, his release just shy of spilling over, leaving you aching for more, your body still trembling from the rough, punishing pace. You whined at the loss, your breath erratic, desperately trying to find the rhythm again, but Seonghwa wasn’t done with you yet.

Without a word, he pushed you hard in the carpet, your body a mess of heat and need, your chest pressed to the floor as you gasped for air. The moment your stomach hit the carpet, the arch incredibly perfect, Seonghwa gripped your hair roughly and yanked you back towards him, a cruel, possessive smile curling on his lips.

You couldn’t move—couldn’t escape. You were pinned, helpless under him, completely at his mercy.

Seonghwa chuckled darkly, sliding his foot between your thighs, placing the sharp heel of his stiletto against the soft curve of your ass before dragging it down your spine. His breath was heavy, but his gaze never left your trembling body.

“You’ve been a good little toy, haven’t you?” His voice was rough with amusement, low and taunting as his heel traced the curve of your back, his touch like fire. “Can’t even take a second without wanting to be filled, can you, doll?”

You moaned, your entire body shaking with a desperate need to feel him again, your slick folds begging for him as you pressed your hips back into the heel beneath you.

He smirked, watching your movements, the dark satisfaction in his eyes palpable.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked softly, his tone sweet but edged with a sadistic edge. “You want me to fuck you again?”

You nodded quickly, unable to hold back, your voice breaking. “Please, Seonghwa... please.”

He stepped closer, his foot now pressing down harder between your thighs, forcing you to stay still as you gasped.

“You’re going to beg for it then,” he commanded, his voice cold and calculated. “Tell me how much you need it.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body feeling like it might crumble under the weight of his words. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me... need you inside me.”

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice dripping with praise laced in mockery. “Now stay fucking still.”

He lifted your hips off the ground slightly, your body entirely at his mercy as he finally slid back into you, thrusting into your aching cunt with no mercy. His movements were slow at first, drawing every inch of pleasure from you, but you knew better than to expect him to take it easy.

And when he began to fuck you, the pace was relentless. He pulled you back onto him with every savage thrust, making your body jerk with each brutal push, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Look at you,” he hissed, barely holding back a laugh. “Begging like a slut. I’m just using you to get off, and you fucking love it.”

You could barely respond, your head spinning with desire, the overwhelming pleasure and pain leaving you incoherent. All you could do was brace yourself for more, your body already clenching around him, craving the friction.

Seonghwa smirked, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he drove into you harder. “You’ll never be anything more than my little doll, will you?” he mocked, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction.

You gasped, unable to answer, only able to take what he was giving you.

And then, as you screamed out in pleasure, your body finally breaking beneath him, Seonghwa came with a deep groan, filling you up, his breath ragged, but still unrelenting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice shaking with satisfaction, leaving you completely spent, trembling from the aftershocks.

As Seonghwa finally withdrew from you, the room was filled with the sound of your heavy breaths. Your body trembled beneath him, utterly spent, your muscles aching from the brutal pace he had set. You could barely keep your eyes open, your mind still fogged from the intensity, but Seonghwa wasn’t done with you just yet.

He crouched down beside you, gently lifting your face so you could look at him. His eyes were soft now, the cruelty replaced with something much more tender, yet still possessive.

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead, his thumb softly tracing over your lips. The harsh, rough edge to his voice had disappeared, replaced by something soothing, as if he was holding you together after shattering you apart. "You did so well for me."

You whimpered and smiled at him slightly, your body still trembling in the aftermath, and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, as if to ground you.

“I know it’s a lot,” he said, his voice low and comforting now. “But you’re mine, aren’t you? You did so well.” His hand gently stroked the side of your face, his thumb moving in slow, calming circles.

Your eyelids fluttered as you nodded, your voice hoarse, but sincere. “Yes, Seonghwa… I’m yours.”

He smiled softly at that, pleased with your response, before carefully lifting you in his arms and guiding you back onto the bed. He covered you with the soft sheets, his hands lingering gently on your body, ensuring you were comfortable.

“Just breathe, doll. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.” His tone was warm now, almost affectionate, as he took a damp cloth from the bedside table and softly wiped your skin. His touch was gentle, making sure you felt safe, cared for.

When he finished, he kissed your forehead again, holding you close as you curled against him, your body still weak but melting into his warmth.

“I’m here, baby,” he murmured, pulling you against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know I can be hard on you, but you have to know I care. I’ll always take care of you after, no matter what.”

You snuggled closer, grateful for his gentleness, your body still humming with the memory of everything he had done to you. His embrace was warm and protective, a stark contrast to the relentless force he had shown you just moments ago.

With his soothing words and the warmth of his body surrounding you, you finally let yourself relax, the tension in your muscles slowly dissipating as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter how rough the night had been, you were safe with him. And he loved you.

And that’s all you needed.

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rainba · 1 year ago

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Animalistic Instincts ღ

a/n: I just wanted to write a small thing about Luka being in heat some more... Particularly his breeding kink~ I made this one a fem reader, but if anyone wants a male version of this, I'd be happy to write it! ( ´ ▿ ` )

For this, reader is implied to be living with Luka.

TWs: breeding kink, dubcon (?), silencing via fingers shoved in mouth, dirty talk, unwanted pregnancy on darling's end, Luka being Luka.

NSFW, 18+ only!

Luka is a man who typically never loses his composure. He’s almost always calm, careful, manipulative, and smart to some degree. It’s something that he takes pride in.

…However, as a man born half-fox, there are days where the animal within him likes to take control. Every year when winter rolls around, that’s when his heat takes over him. And when that happens, he can no longer think for himself– he just goes wherever his dick takes him.

There are some times where he can be rational. Luka can still reasonably cook, clean, work, and take care of both you and him. However, he needs to fuck multiple times between tasks, which is a little inconvenient. He can still function overall, though.

But… There are days where his mind turns into total mush, and all he can think about is fucking you raw.

Luka knows that it’s gonna be a rough day when he wakes up and his first thoughts are centered around how badly he wants to breed and get you pregnant.

God, the idea of it all sounds so damn enticing to him. He’ll fuck you over and over again until you can’t walk, stuffing you full of his hot seed as he lovingly rubs your stomach. He can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you’ll be when you’re all swollen and big while carrying his children. Luka will take extra-good care of you every step of the way… He’ll spoil you like a princess.

“We’re going to have so many kids,” He’ll growl darkly as he savagely thrusts his cock deep inside of you, shoving his cum further in as he locks your hips in place. At some point, you’ll lose count of how many rounds of sex you’ve had.

“We’ll make a huge family.”

If you whine and tell him that you don’t want any kids, he’ll silence you by shoving his fingers deep inside your throat. You obviously don’t mean that…! You’re just a little confused and worn-out, that’s all. So instead of whining and saying things you don’t mean, how about you suck on his fingers and take his cock like a good girl?

After a couple rounds have passed and you’re thoroughly tired and overstimulated, Luka will start to slow down… But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he’ll just lay you down on your side and he’ll curl up behind you, raising one of your legs as he sensually fucks your pussy from the back. His breath is hot and heavy as he buries his face into your neck.

Luka's cum would be, quite literally, overflowing out of you and spilling onto the bed, but that doesn’t stop him. The animal inside of him demands that he keeps going until he physically collapses.

Also, it doesn’t matter if you feel all hot, sweaty, and disgusting– Luka downright refuses to let you take a shower. However, he will let you lay in bed as he takes a wet rag and wipes you down. His one rule is that you’re absolutely not allowed to clean up his cum. If you wash it out, then that means you’re lowering the chances of getting pregnant...! Right?

Afterwards, if you still cry at the thought of getting pregnant, he’ll kiss away your tears while reassuring you that everything will be okay– and that there’s nothing to worry about! Bearing his children can’t be that bad… If anything, it’ll be a wonderful experience! Don’t you worry your pretty little head, he’ll spoil you rotten for the next 9 months. ~

…But when tomorrow rolls around, if his mind isn’t mush anymore, the delayed post-nut regret will hit him like a speeding train. He’d consider giving you a morning-after pill, but… Honestly? Even when he’s not insanely horny, the idea of starting a family with you sounds nice. So, he wouldn’t give you it unless you genuinely begged him to.

#luka posting #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere imagines

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cyberclouddream · 8 months ago

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Sun Overlays Through the Houses

1st House [ Self-Identity ]

Balanced: When someone’s Sun lands in your 1st house, it’s like having a spotlight on you 24/7. If this connection is healthy, it can feel empowering. You’ll get a massive ego boost because they’ll constantly remind you of your strengths, encouraging you to step into your power and embrace who you are. They see you, really see you, and it feels damn good to be acknowledged like that. You might even find yourself feeling more confident, motivated, and capable. It’s a shot of energy straight into your veins that propels you to show up as the best version of yourself.

Unbalanced: On the flip side, if this connection is out of whack, it’s going to feel like they’re shining a spotlight on everything you hate about yourself. They’ll have an almost suffocating presence, making you feel like you’re constantly being judged or, worse, like they’re trying to mold you into something you’re not. Every interaction becomes about their need to see themselves in you. It’s exhausting. You’ll either feel like you’re under constant scrutiny or like you’re being forced to live up to their vision of who you should be. It’s ego warfare, and you’re the one losing.

2nd House [ Values & Possessions ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 2nd house, they’ll illuminate your relationship with money, values, and self-worth. A good connection here can help you stabilize your finances and get clear on what truly matters to you. They might even come in clutch with financial advice or material support, helping you feel more secure in your foundation. You’ll probably feel more confident about what you bring to the table—both in relationships and in life. Their influence can elevate your sense of self-worth and push you to value yourself at a higher level.

Unbalanced: If this person’s energy is off, it can feel like they’re pushing their values, possessions, or even financial opinions onto you. You’ll feel like you can’t make a decision without their judgment hovering over you, and they’ll likely be critical of your money habits or lifestyle. This can lead to you second-guessing yourself, feeling like your way of managing resources or defining success isn’t “good enough.” Worse, they might use their material resources to manipulate or control you, dangling money or support like a carrot to keep you in line. It’s a toxic mess of power plays and control.

3rd House [ Communication & Learning ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 3rd house can be like a match igniting your mind. You’ll find yourself engaging in stimulating conversations, learning new things, and sharing ideas like never before. This person will encourage you to express yourself openly, without holding back, and their intellectual curiosity will push you to broaden your own knowledge base. They might even open up networking opportunities or introduce you to new people who challenge you in the best ways. It’s an energizing connection that lights up your communication skills and gives you a mental edge.

Unbalanced: If things are off, though, their Sun in your 3rd house means they won’t shut up or, worse, they’ll dominate every conversation. You’ll constantly feel overshadowed, like your thoughts or ideas don’t matter, because they’ll be too busy lecturing you about their opinions. It’s suffocating. They’ll act like they have the intellectual high ground, and you’ll find yourself resenting every conversation because it turns into a competition for who’s smarter or more informed. You’ll leave interactions feeling small, unheard, and downright frustrated. They’ll crush your voice, and you’ll start questioning if you’re even worth listening to.

4th House [ Home & Family ]

Balanced: If their Sun is in your 4th house, they’ll bring warmth and attention to your home life. You might feel a sense of safety and emotional support from them, as if they understand the deeper, more personal aspects of who you are. This is the type of person you can build a solid foundation with, and they’ll make your home or family life feel more secure and stable. You’ll feel emotionally nourished by their presence, like they provide a soft place to land after a hard day. They shine a light on what makes you feel at home—both physically and emotionally.

Unbalanced: But if things go south, their Sun in your 4th house feels like an invasion of your personal space. They’ll start pushing their own ideas of what “home” and “family” should be, making you feel trapped in your own space. They might criticize your relationship with your family or try to impose their family dynamics onto you, as if their way is the only right way. You’ll feel like you have zero privacy, as if they’re constantly prying into your emotional world and overstepping boundaries. What should feel like comfort quickly turns into emotional smothering, and you’ll start dreading the very idea of “home” when they’re involved.

5th House [ Creativity & Pleasure ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 5th house, this is where the fun really starts. They bring creativity, joy, and excitement into your life. You’ll feel more inspired to pursue your passions, whether it’s a creative project, a romance, or something else that brings you pleasure. They make life more vibrant, and you’ll find yourself letting loose, having more fun, and exploring new ways to express yourself. It’s a highly playful, carefree energy that brings out the best in you when it comes to enjoying life’s pleasures.

Unbalanced: If this energy goes unchecked, though, they can quickly turn into a drama king or queen. Everything becomes about them—their creative projects, their fun, their joy—while you get pushed into the background. They might hog the spotlight, make everything about their own sense of entertainment, and leave you feeling like a supporting actor in your own damn life. The worst part is, they could stir up unnecessary drama just to keep things exciting for themselves. Their influence might make you feel exhausted, used, or even resentful because they’re sucking all the fun and creativity out of you.

6th House [ Work & Health ]

Balanced: This is where they push you to get your shit together. With their Sun in your 6th house, you’ll find yourself getting more organized, focused, and disciplined. They help you clean up your routines, whether that’s your daily work habits or how you take care of your health. You’ll likely feel motivated to make real improvements in your everyday life, and their influence will encourage you to adopt better habits that lead to long-term success. They’re like the personal trainer of your life, pushing you to be your best self without being overbearing.

Unbalanced: But if things aren’t balanced, this can feel like they’re constantly criticizing how you handle your life. They’ll start nitpicking your work ethic, your health routines, and your day-to-day responsibilities, making you feel like nothing you do is good enough. Instead of feeling motivated, you’ll feel micromanaged and stressed out. It’s like having someone breathe down your neck all the time, judging your every move. They might even come across as condescending, acting like they know how to manage your life better than you do. It’s irritating as hell, and you’ll probably start to resent their presence altogether.

7th House [ Partnerships & Marriage ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 7th house is textbook for strong partnerships. You’ll feel like this person is the missing piece you’ve been searching for, someone who complements you perfectly and helps you grow in relationships. They encourage balance, fairness, and harmony, and you feel like you can truly be yourself with them. Whether it’s a romantic relationship, business partnership, or close friendship, they make you feel like a team, and their energy enhances your ability to connect with others on a deep, meaningful level.

Unbalanced: But if things go south, their Sun in your 7th house becomes a nightmare of codependency and control. They’ll start to dominate the relationship, making it all about their needs, desires, and ego. You’ll feel like you’re being overshadowed, and instead of feeling like an equal partner, you’ll start to feel like an accessory to their life. They might manipulate you emotionally, making you feel like you can’t exist without them or like you’re constantly in debt to their presence. It’s exhausting and can lead to serious issues with your sense of independence.

8th House [ Intimacy & Transformation ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 8th house, shit gets real. This person pushes you to face your fears, dive deep into intimacy, and confront parts of yourself you’d rather ignore. They ignite a powerful transformation within you, forcing you to evolve in ways you didn’t know were possible. The connection is intense, intimate, and deeply transformative. This is where you bond on a soul level, sharing your darkest truths and experiencing emotional, psychological, or even sexual breakthroughs. They help you tap into your power and face your own shadow.

Unbalanced: On the other hand, their presence can feel suffocating and way too intense if things aren’t balanced. They might push you to reveal more than you’re comfortable with or pry into your personal life in ways that feel invasive. You might feel like they’re trying to control you through emotional manipulation, using your vulnerabilities against you. Instead of a partnership built on trust, it becomes a power struggle that leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You’ll start to dread the depth of the connection, wishing for some emotional space instead of drowning in their intensity.

9th House [ Philosophy & Higher Learning ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 9th house is an invitation to explore the world. You’ll feel inspired to expand your horizons, whether that’s through travel, higher education, or philosophical discussions. They encourage you to question your beliefs and think bigger, pushing you out of your comfort zone and into a world of possibilities. It’s refreshing and stimulating, and you’ll find yourself growing in ways you never expected. Together, you might embark on adventures that reshape your understanding of life, encouraging a more open-minded and expansive outlook.

Unbalanced: If this connection is imbalanced, they might turn into a know-it-all, shoving their beliefs down your throat as if theirs is the only perspective that matters. Conversations can become exhausting lectures instead of stimulating discussions, and you’ll start feeling trapped in a dogma that doesn’t resonate with you. Instead of feeling encouraged to explore and learn, you’ll feel constrained and criticized for your beliefs. You might even begin to question your own worldview, feeling small or inferior to their “wisdom.” It’s like being dragged along on a journey that’s not yours, leading to resentment and frustration.

10th House [ Career & Public Life ]

Balanced: With their Sun in your 10th house, this person can give your career a major boost. You’ll feel inspired to pursue your ambitions and take on leadership roles, as they shine a light on your potential for success. They may support your goals in tangible ways—helping you network, providing advice, or even collaborating on projects. You’ll feel empowered to chase after your professional dreams, and their influence can open up significant opportunities for growth and recognition in your public life.

Unbalanced: But if their energy is off, this placement can quickly become a nightmare. They might overshadow you in your career, hogging the spotlight and making everything about their ambitions. You’ll feel like you’re living in their shadow, struggling to establish your own identity while they constantly demand attention. They could manipulate situations to make themselves look good at your expense, turning your achievements into their own accolades. It’s a power struggle, and instead of feeling empowered, you’ll be left feeling frustrated, overlooked, and resentful of their influence.

11th House [ Friendships & Aspirations ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 11th house can bring a refreshing surge of energy to your social life and shared goals. This connection can feel like a breath of fresh air, encouraging you to engage with friends, network, and work toward common aspirations. They inspire you to pursue your hopes and dreams, making you feel like you can achieve anything together. Whether it’s collaborating on projects, getting involved in social causes, or just having a good time with friends, their presence amplifies your sense of community and belonging.

Unbalanced: However, if this relationship is off, they could turn into a self-centered friend who makes everything about them. You might feel like your own hopes and dreams take a backseat to their desires, leaving you feeling unappreciated and frustrated. Their need for attention can overshadow the group dynamic, turning friendships into competitions for who can be the loudest or most impressive. Instead of feeling supported, you’ll feel stifled, and your aspirations might seem trivial in comparison to their overblown ego.

12th House [ Spirituality & Subconscious ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 12th house, it’s a deeply spiritual and transformative connection. They shine a light on your subconscious, encouraging you to face your inner demons and embrace your spiritual journey. This person might help you explore hidden aspects of yourself, offering insights that lead to profound growth. It’s an intimate bond where you can explore the depths of your emotions, dreams, and spirituality together, creating a safe space for vulnerability and healing. You might even feel like they’re a guide helping you navigate your inner world.

Unbalanced: If things are out of balance, though, their energy can become overwhelming. They might drag you into their emotional chaos, forcing you to confront issues you’re not ready to face. Instead of providing comfort, they could exacerbate your anxieties and insecurities, leaving you feeling exposed and raw. You might feel like you’re constantly losing yourself in their drama, struggling to maintain your sense of identity. This connection can quickly feel suffocating, and instead of spiritual growth, you’ll end up feeling like you’re drowning in someone else’s issues.

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 8 months ago

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 13

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The Great Pretender 13 🔞

Word Count: 4915

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: A little NSFW in the opening of the chapter, okay? And now... the drama begins to unfold... I'm very torn between downright heartbreaking angst and just a little bit of angst for the ending chapters... I'll be giving this a thought in the next days as I try to finish this story before starting work! Thank you for reading! (I swear Tumblr hates me. I cannot add the song right again...)

Morning breaks too soon, but you're roused awake by more than just the call of the birds. It's the gentle caress against your bare back that rubs away the sleep, it's the lull of comfort that his scent brings you and the serenity of it all that warms your heart. You're awake, you're alive, and you're in love.

“Morning.” You whisper softly. “Am I ever going to wake up before you?” You say after a yawn assaults you.

Law's soft chuckle makes your head move slightly against his bare chest. “Unlikely. I'm a very light sleeper.”

You snuggle closer, stretching your legs before wrapping them again around his, in a limb cocoon. “Yeah, that makes sense. With the hospital calling, right?” He hums against the crown of your head and places a gentle kiss there. The simplicity of the gesture is a stark contrast to the depth of its meaning. A kiss makes you shudder, a gentle caress makes you melt, a gaze completely unravels you. The hold Trafalgar Law has on you is inexplicable, and totally out of your control. Strangely enough, this is the one thing you don't wish to have any control over.

Love is better when it runs wild and free. Not leashed or caged, as you very well know.

“Want to tell me what's on your beautiful mind?” He murmurs against your head and you snuggle impossibly closer, your arms wrapping tightly around his torso.

“Nothing much.”

“I can feel your brain whirling from up here, you know.”

You snort. “Wouldn't put it past you. I was just…” Everything. He wants to know and hear everything you have to say. “I'm so happy, Law.”

His hand reaches down, tucking your chin gently upwards so your eyes meet. The world stops just for you, the perfection of the moment being carved with intricate detail into the confines of your memory. “Me too, sweetheart.”

With just three words, you know that your feelings towards Law are reciprocated and mirrored, and damn if that isn't the best feeling in the world. But then he presses his lips softly against yours, and maybe this is the best feeling in the world instead.

As his tongue swipes your lower lip, sucking and pulling at it for a light nibble, you roll your body over his and part your lips to welcome his tongue. His hands lower from your upper back down your spine, settling on your hips and then your thighs as he parts them so you can straddle him. The kiss deepens, and you can feel how hard he already is, pressed against you, but the pressure of his hands on your thighs doesn't let you move a muscle to even think about grinding against him.

He parts the kiss, and you chase his mouth, clearly not done yet, but he doesn't care for your frustrated groan as he rolls you onto your back and untangles the sheets from your bodies. When his gaze meets yours, he's wearing your favourite unhinged grin. “I believe I still owe you something from last night.” The velvet in his voice sends a shudder down your spine that gathers at your core.

“Owe me?”

His thumb teases your perked nipple as he lays a trail of kisses from your sternum down to your stomach. “I said fingers, tongue, and cock.”

A rush of heat courses through you as his intentions are now clear.

“I'm still missing one of those.”

“Law…” You start, but any coherent thought is quickly pushed to the side when his mouth starts to trace and nibble your inner thigh. “Law!” You repeat his name, but now with the fervour of need behind it.

He hovers just above your wet slit, and you exhale a shaky breath. You’re naked since you both fell asleep almost instantly last night, so there’s nothing between his expert tongue and your dripping self.

“What is it, sweetheart?” His warm breath tingles and ignites. With a heavy sigh, you push your hips down, trying to force contact, but his hands grip your thighs, and he chuckles. “Impatient and needy. You don’t like mornings much, do you?”

Law flicks his tongue and swipes it lazily between your folds, pulling a decadent moan from your parted lips. You don’t care much for mornings, he’s right, but if he decides to wake you up like this, you might just come to love them.

“But I’m still not sure about what you want.” He drawls, nuzzling your clit with his goatee. The harshness of the gesture just makes you sigh out another moan. How is he so devastatingly good at tearing your sanity apart?

“Your tongue, Law. I need your tongue!” You say between harsh breaths. You’ve learned to just tell him what you want and need these past days. He’s going to pull the words out of you one way or another.

“And what should I do with my tongue, exactly?” That! Fuck! Law just rolled your clit between his tongue and teeth, and the closeness of pain and pleasure made little black and white dots float in your vision.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Law, please!” You gasp out, unable to hold back anymore, your body arching, already seeking more pleasure as your fists grip the sheets for some kind of grounding or purchase.

“That’s my good girl.” You moan loudly as he plunges his tongue inside you, reaching far and then curling it upwards. It’s heavenly and divine, and, at the same time, ungodly and sinful. Just like the man himself.

“Law! Oh, fuck!” Your hand clamps against your mouth, trying to stifle the loud sounds you can’t seem to contain as Law plays with your clit again, his long fingers probing your insides with expertise.

“Scream my name loud and clear, sweetheart. I want to hear you fall apart, just for me.”

You’re barely holding on to any sane thought. All you can think about is Law’s tongue, Law’s deep voice, Law’s fingers, Law, Law, Law. He’s everywhere, he’s everything.

“That’s it, I can feel you tightening up just for me, sweetheart. Let it go.”

You cry out his name just as you unravel, a wave of pleasure washing over you, bright and hot and so, so blissful. He doesn’t stop, even as you bury your hands in his hair and clench your thighs around him, mewling and moaning with overstimulation. He pushes a little further, and your legs start to quiver, pain fluttering to another cresting wave of pleasure, like smaller waves following a huge tsunami.

Your litany of gasps and moans turns into a desperate prayer or curse, you can’t quite tell, as Law’s tongue draws out the last remnants of pleasure from you, until you’re completely drained, with your chest heaving and sweat dampening your skin.

You're still trying to catch your breath, fingers entwined in Law's dark locks as he stares smugly at you from his perch between your thighs when you hear it.

Knock, knock. Two light taps on the door. Fuck. Whoever it was definitely heard you moan and cry out Law's name in pleasure. Law grunts, a scowl immediately twisting his lips as he slips on his pyjama pants and drapes the sheet over your naked body.

“What?” He asks before wiping his mouth against his arm and unlocking the door. From where you're lying, you can make out the tall figure of Doflamingo, and though you can't see the expression on his face, you can bet he's wearing an insufferable smirk.

“Good morning, nephew.” According to his long drawl, he's definitely smirking and he more than likely heard you. “I'm so sorry to bother you this early. Baby 5 needs your lovely novia to be a bridesmaid, if that's okay. Her friend couldn't make it, and there's a surprise groomsman who can't walk unaccompanied down the aisle, but she’ll explain all the boring details.” His chuckle seems ominous and foreboding. “I was going to drop the dress at the door but… I heard you were awake, so…”

His words linger in the air, and, even though there's no chance he can see you because Law is blocking his vision, you shrink in the bed and blush crimson. You had been very vocal about your pleasure, trusting Cora’s assurance that you have your own wing of the mansion. You just weren't expecting guests this early. You're horrified.

You see Law leaning in to accept a dress from his uncle’s hands. “Sure, thanks.” Law's voice is clipped but affected. “Bye.” He closes the door, but Doflamingo wedges a foot in so he can't close it completely.

“I’ve had a tough time waking up today, what with all the partying last night… but it’s no wonder you look so awake, Law. If I had someone cry my name and make all those pretty noises for me, I wouldn't have needed two cups of coffee already.” He purrs softly, his obnoxious laughter lingering in the hallway as you hear Law growl. This is mortifying! Anyone else would pretend they didn't hear anything! But Doffy had to rub it in your face. You sink further into the bed.

“Get lost, Doffy!” Law's voice is a mix of anger and frustration as he pushes the door against his uncle's foot.

“Oh, come on, nephew, don't take offence by my comment. It was a compliment, you clearly take to my side of the family.” Doflamingo’s laugh echoes down the corridor as he finally removes his foot, allowing Law to close the door, grunting in dissatisfaction before he finds you hiding in an embarrassed ball under the covers.

Then his frustration simmers into light amusement as he calls your name. “Have you combusted into ash from embarrassment, or will I find you in one piece if I lift these covers?”

You chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood but don't emerge from your cocoon. “God, Law!” A giggle escapes your lips. “He's terrible!”

You face a pair of amused eyes when Law slowly peels the sheet from over your head. “He just loves to get a rise out of people, he thrives on getting reactions.”

“How am I going to face him later?” You groan, then immediately pout at Law, gently swatting him in the arm. “It's your fault! He wouldn't have heard anything if we were just cuddling innocently.”

Law's smirk sends a spark of need through you, and you swallow hard. “Sweetheart, I'm never going to apologise for making you scream my name again and again. In fact, I encourage it.” He leans over your form and takes your lips in his in a slow, languid kiss. You can still taste the remnants of your arousal on his tongue and that only makes you moan. “Are you up for an encore?”

Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss, but you groan into him in frustration. “I think my performance was worthy of a Tony. No encore needed. Besides, we need to shower, we have a wedding to attend to.”

Law chases your mouth with his, not letting you go so easily. “The shower works, too. Better acoustics.” Your giggle gets lost in another kiss as he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom.

You’ll get to showering, eventually.

-*-

The dress Baby 5 sent you fits almost perfectly, but there’s a note attached to it that says to meet her and the other bridesmaids in her room for a final fitting. The dress is burgundy - a colour you’ve seen throughout all the decorations - and, surprisingly, it actually looks good on you, despite your earlier grimace. It’s tasteful and elegant.

Law is taking you to Baby 5’s room since you have no idea where it is, and he’s already complimented your appearance twice.

“Here you are.” He stops in front of a door and smirks. “I can’t stop ogling you, you look perfect.”

A light blush creeps into your cheeks. “You need to stop that, Law. I’ll become obnoxiously conceited.” He chuckles with you. “Head down to breakfast, I’ll meet you soon.” With a languorous kiss that sends all the butterflies in your stomach into early flight, he leaves you and you enter the bride’s room.

“Honey, you made it! Oh, the dress looks amazing on you!” Baby 5 is wearing a white silk robe, and her hair is already done, she looks beautiful. After a quick hug, she spins you around, assessing you. “Maybe a little tighter here in the waist? We want the ‘ladies’ to pop up!” She giggles as she refers to your breasts.

When the seamstress starts to work on your dress, Baby 5 introduces you to the rest of her friends - it’s a party of six, including you - and explains why she needs you.

“You’re a lifesaver, really. My friend had to cancel last week because she got into an accident - she’s fine! But she broke her hip and couldn't come. And then Sai’s groomsman had already cancelled as well - something about a business commitment he had to attend - except yesterday, all of a sudden, he called saying he was free and could attend!”

You keep nodding and moving as the seamstress asks you to, feeling a bit like a dress-up doll.

“So now I had a groomsman walking the aisle alone! That can’t happen! This has to be a perfect wedding. I was ready to tell Sai that one of the groomsmen needed to already be at the altar when my father suggested I ask you!”

It was Doflamingo’s suggestion? A chill runs through your spine at the thought. You need to be on alert, then. This could be something else he planned to try and test you.

“Well, I’m really flattered by the invite. And happy to help, you’ve been so welcoming to me.” You’re being truthful, Baby 5 treated you immediately as a friend.

The seamstress finishes the slight adjustments, and you parade for the bride at her request. She’s dressed in a simple white dress, just for breakfast. She’ll change into her wedding gown after.

“Perfect. You look beautiful. Has my taciturn cousin said so already? Or do I need to bonk him on the head?” You smile and blush a little at her comment.

“He said it more than once, actually.”

“You two make me gag. You’re so cute!” She laughs. “I saw the photographs on the camera yesterday!” She sighs. “I’m so glad Law found someone who can make him that happy.” Baby 5 grabs your hands. “Thank you. Now, off to breakfast, we can’t delay the schedule.”

-*-

You come down for breakfast that, much like yesterday's brunch, is being served outside. It takes you a minute to find Law, but, as soon as you make eye contact, Doflamingo wanders near you with a wolfish grin.

“Hello, princesa.” You blush, thinking about what he heard in the morning. “I hope you are well rested.” Your eyebrow shoots up, and he looks to Law, who's approaching you both. “No time for small talk, though, such a shame. Have you told my nephew about Vinsmoke yet? Because you should have done it.” You lock eyes with Doffy's terrifying red gaze.

You completely forgot to bring that up. Ichiji was the last thing on your mind yesterday, but if Doffy is bringing him up right now... that can only mean…

“Oh well, now it's too late. Hi, Law!” Doffy exclaims just as Law approaches and places his hand on the small of your back, pulling you toward his side. “So glad you're here. Sai’s groomsman has just arrived, and he wants to say hi to you.”

No, no, no, no…

“To me?” Law asks as he scans you over, not missing the erratic breaths leaving your lips or the worried look on your face. Your hand falls limp against his chest, fingers grasping his shirt for support.

“Well, to both of you, actually, being an old friend and all.”

You gasp, your throat constricting as the pounding in your heart increases. A wave of dizziness makes you wobble as you grasp onto Law. It can't be!

No, no, no, God no.

“Remember Vinsmoke Ichiji?” Doffy's words are slow and calculated, his gaze lingering on your face. Law looks at you with a raised brow, his grip tightening on your waist since you're clearly not well.

Your heart drops to your stomach, and it’s so overwhelming that all the blood drains from your face. You can’t stop your eyes from meeting his. He looks as manipulative and imposing as you remember him to be: Tall, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, fiery red hair coiffed back, and that damn, smug smirk on his lips. You lose strength in your legs again, the air escaping your lips comes in ragged gasps. This cannot be happening.

“Hello, Doll. Long time no see, you look stunning as ever.”

“Without me, you're useless! Just a pretty face, like a little doll.”

“Be a good Doll for me and be quiet. I have business to take care of.”

“Doll, you don't know better than me! Stop acting like it!”

“Yes, Doll. Don't worry. Tears are just a sign of weakness. We can't all be strong.”

“Doll.”

That damn nickname. You suck in a shaky breath, your body tight with tension. You can barely look away from Ichiji's piercing gaze, too trapped in the awful memories of the past, but you notice Law out of the corner of your eye.

He looks at you, then at Ichiji, and you can actually see the flicker of recognition when he puts two and two together. Why didn't you tell him earlier? How's he going to react now?

“Inconvenient as always, Vinsmoke, I see. She's not your ‘doll’.” Law moves his arm from your waist to your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “She’s my girlfriend.”

What was it? Four months…? Five? Something around that, for sure. Nearly half a year without looking at him, and he still has this strange hold on you. You can barely breathe, it’s as if the world has been tipped off its axis and you’re falling indefinitely.

“Trafalgar Law… well, she is used to the fine things in life, obviously, she would seek someone who could provide her safety and comfort. I just didn’t think she would downgrade that much.”

Is he trying to paint you as a gold digger? This has got to be Doflamingo’s work. Law grips your shoulder, and you find your feet. “You wish you were half the man Law is, Ichiji.” You seethe, venom dripping from your words, even though you can feel yourself shaking like a leaf.

“I love it when you talk back, Doll. It’s so much more satisfying when you finally break.”

“We’re done here.” Law lowers his arm and grabs your hand firmly, turning you both away from the scene as Doffy watches from the sidelines, a glint of amusement behind his tinted glasses. The look Law gives Ichiji before parting is cold and dangerous, and you take pride in seeing Ichiji’s smirk falter slightly before Law guides you away from the scene and into the house.

When you find an empty hallway, your heart starts pounding at an increased pace, the ringing in your ears is unbearable, and you lean against the wall, closing your eyes shut and covering your ears.

You can make out Law saying something in the background, but you’re trying so hard to keep it together. One… breathe in. Two… breathe out.

Then two strong arms envelop you, and you're pressed against Law’s chest. The next inhale you take smells like home: Law’s cologne and that characteristic ‘doctor scent’ he carries of disinfectant. Pungent, warm, comforting.

Gradually, you relax your body, your hands finding purchase against Law’s chest as he rubs soothing circles against your back. When your breath normalises, Law lifts your chin so he can look at you, and the care in his eyes almost breaks you again. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright. I’m here.”

You nod softly. If it weren’t for Law’s presence, an encounter with Ichiji would’ve triggered a full-blown panic attack. “I’m sorry, Law, I’m so sorry! I meant to tell you who my ex was, but… but… I wasn’t trying to hide it, there’s nothing to hide! I just…”

“Were you scared about how I would react?”

“I was embarrassed…” You sigh, holding his gaze in yours. “I figured you must know Ichiji, and he’s… well, he’s not the most wonderful person in the world… I just… it’s silly, but I was afraid you’d judge my choice.”

Law cups your cheek and smiles softly at you. “I understand why you avoided speaking about him. Hell, how could we know he would show up at my cousin’s wedding?”

“Your uncle came to me yesterday, saying he knew who I was and that, since I had dated Ichiji and now you, it was clear that I was only after money. He realised Ichiji was my ex, so he was definitely the one who brought him into the wedding.” You sigh again and clutch Law’s coat. “I should’ve told you yesterday, but we kept getting interrupted and then…” You blush slightly. “Then we got distracted, and Ichiji was nowhere near my mind.”

Law smirks and leans in, his mouth inches from yours. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I would never judge you, you know that. I know I’ve made poor choices in past relationships. What matters is what we have now. And neither my uncle nor fucking Vinsmoke Ichiji can ruin that.”

“Right.” You agree.

“Right.” He takes your lips in his, and you sigh into the kiss. Just his touch is enough to calm the rest of your fears. “I got you.”

“I know.”

“I’ll speak with Baby 5 about you walking the aisle. There’s no need for you to accompany him.” That’s right! Realisation strikes you suddenly. He is probably the groomsman who had cancelled and showed up last-minute, and since you’re filling in for the bridesmaid, you’re the one supposed to accompany him.

“I…” You start, almost agreeing to Law’s suggestion. But then you remember Baby 5’s words and how excited she was about having the perfect wedding. She’s been so kind to you and welcoming. You don’t want to ruin her perfect day. “I can do it. I don’t want to ruin her day, Law. It’s just a walk.”

You’re trying to convince yourself more than you’re trying to convince him. And he immediately picks up on your uneasiness as his brow rises and that crease in his forehead makes its appearance.

“You don’t have to do it.” The caress he lays on your cheek is gentle. “I’m the one who brought you to this wedding, your encounter with Ichiji is partially my fault. I really don’t want to put you through this if I can avoid it.”

His hand feels warm as you take it in yours with a - hopefully - encouraging smile. “Even if I could go back and do it all over again, knowing I would have to encounter Ichiji, I wouldn’t change a thing, Law. The time with you, our connection… I wouldn’t change it.”

The look of pure warmth he shows you is enough to set the kaleidoscope of butterflies that live in your stomach aflutter again. Will there ever be a time when you can tame them down?

“I got this, Law. I do. I need to overcome my anxiety. Ichiji can’t hurt me anymore.” You try to sound sure, but just thinking about the task ahead churns your stomach in a very wrong way, nothing like the butterflies of earlier.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a little skeptical, and you can see a flicker of something else in his eyes. From the way he’s gripping you, you’d risk it being just about him being overly protective. But you nod, and he sighs. “Okay, then. You know I trust you can do this. If you need support, keep your eyes on me. I’ll be there for you.”

You nod again in a reassuring way. It’s comforting to know he’ll always be there for you.

-*-

You had breakfast with Law but barely ate, your stomach twisting and turning with uneasiness, even though Law kept trying to lighten the mood, to bring you out of your self-imposed funk. But you just wanted to get this ‘walking down the aisle’ business out of your mind. Besides, it was completely unfair for Law to be this worried about you.

“Are you sure?” He asks you again at the door to Baby 5’s room, where you’re going to help her with the final preparations before you all go down to the tents. Law's voice is back to being cool and clipped, and the creasing between his brows has intensified.

“I'll be alright, Law. It's just a walk. And you'll be there.”

He kisses your temple and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Damn right, I will.”

You smile at him, and he parts with a lingering kiss on the lips. Damn, how are you supposed to last the rest of the day without proclaiming your love to him?

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

As you enter Baby 5’s room, you feel all the dread returning and weighing heavily on your chest. You can do this. It’s just a walk.

Around half an hour later, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen are gathering outside the tent. There’s a pop song playing in the background, and your heart seems to be pounding at the same rhythm as the frenzied electronic tempo. The wedding planner asks the bridesmaids and the respective groomsmen to get into position, and the song turns to a slower one.

“I know I've said it before, Doll, but you do look stunning.” You keep your eyes trained forward and focus on evening out your breaths. “But then again, you always did. Remember the dresses I used to buy for you? You left them all at our house.”

Closing your eyes, you will your heart to beat normally. Slowly, regularly. Law. You need to focus on Law.

Ichiji takes a step closer to you, and the scent of his cologne starts a spiral of bad memories. They all rush so hard and fast that you get dizzy and wobble on your feet. He reaches out and steadies your arm, his touch burning and searing through your bare flesh.

With a hiss, you pull back your arm, silently thanking the wedding gods for placing you at the end of the entourage. “Touch me again, Ichiji, and I swear to God I will stab your hand with the cake knife.”

There. It sounded so cold and threatening that Law would be proud. But Ichiji just lets out an icy chuckle.

“Feisty. There's the fire that made my loins burn.” His whisper is hot against your ear, and you will your eyes to remain glued to the first bridesmaid. She just entered the tent. “The fire that burned so hot until I tamed it down. Remember?”

“Leave me the fuck alone, Ichiji. We're done. The only reason I'm next to you is because I like and respect Baby 5. Otherwise, I would be nowhere near you.”

Another couple down the aisle. Almost there. Almost.

“There are so many things you can't do by yourself, you need me. Trafalgar can't give you what I can.”

Third couple down the aisle. Almost, almost. You grit your teeth, refusing to answer more of his taunts.

“You can't tell me that Trafalgar is better than me, right, Doll?”

Nope. Can't take it.

“He is a hundred times better than you could ever aspire to be! He is kind, honest, good–...”

“That’s bullshit. You don’t need kind, Doll, you need firm, strong–..”

“Shut up, Ichiji. You never knew what I needed, never even made an effort to learn. We are done. I don’t want to speak with you anymore. Leave me alone!”

The fourth couple enters the tent, and sweat begins dampening your forehead. You can feel your heartbeat skyrocketing and your pulse quickening. One… breathe in. Two… breathe out.

“I’m willing to learn. I’ve changed.” As if! Three… breathe in. Four… breathe out. “I can’t stand to see you with someone else. When Donquixote called me and said you were dating his nephew… I trembled with rage.”

So it had been Doflamingo! Five… breathe in. Six… breathe out. Has the sun somehow turned brighter? Focus! You have to focus. Fifth couple in, you’re next. Seven… breathe in. Eight… breathe out.

“You were mine once. You can be mine again.”

“Alright, cue. It’s your turn, go!” The wedding planner speaks to you and Ichiji. Nine… breathe in. Ten… breathe out. The tent flap opens up, and you immediately find Law. His eyes are already glued to yours, and as you let out a loud sigh, your heart rate resumes at a slower, more regular pace.

Ichiji extends his arm for you to take, and you take another last inhale before giving him a look full of fire and fury. “You might’ve had my body, and you might’ve controlled me, but you never had all of me, and you never will. I will never be yours, Ichiji.”

You refuse his extended arm and start to walk down the aisle in time with the song, as per Baby 5’s request. Locking eyes with Law, you block everything around you. There’s only you and him.

And nothing else matters.

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