#like is that really the guy you want to align yourself with there?

[lazy4honey]

Faun Vs Satyr

Contains: present tense, head canon, m!faun (part goat) x afab thief reader x m!satyr (part horse), dub-con, oral, unprotected, anal, p in v, big 🍆, lots of 💦, belly bulge, fae assimilation i guess?, NSFW & MDNI

✧ Good to know: originally fauns of Roman mythology were ghosts of rustic places, lesser versions of their chief the god Faunus. … Later fauns became copies of the satyrs of Greek mythology, wild and orgiastic drunken followers of Dionysus, who themselves were originally shown as part-horse rather than part-goat.

You are running. Each breath burns in your throat and lungs, and you have to pay great attention so as to not trip over the tree roots sticking out of the earth.

At this moment, you somewhat regret having stolen that set of jewelry from the city lord. Who could’ve known that the guy would immediately notify the city guards and chase you into the wilderness in the middle of the night?? Looking at all the swaying torches in the distance, one might as well think they’re chasing a witch instead of a little thief.

Just as you’re silently complaining, you suddenly misstep and fall. You roll down a slope and hit your head on a tree, knocking you into a daze. When you come back to your senses, you find yourself gazing into a pair of golden eyes with horizontal pupils and overwhelmed by the smell of animalistic musk.

Looking at the man’s thin face with high cheekbones and goatee, short goat horns sprouting amidst his short hair, furry legs and pointed ears, you are stunned. “A faun?"

“A human."

The corner of your mouth twitches. Right, stating the obvious.

“You have trespassed the Holy Boundary,” the faun says. “How are you going to pay for this crime?"

Thinking of the set of jewelry hidden in an inner pocket of your clothing, you lie through your teeth with a practiced pitiful expression, “I’m just a poor thief with nothing of value."

“You have to pay."

“Can’t you just let me go?"

“You have to pay."

“I have nothing but my body!"

“Then pay with your body."

Your breath catches in your throat, going neither up nor down. This wild ghost can’t be serious!

The faun looks at your expression and doesn’t understand what’s so bad about paying with your body. “If you refuse to pay, payment will be forcefully collected."

You feel like you were about to explode. Leaving means running into the stupid city guards and staying means giving this foolish faun his stupid payment for trespassing. One is a dead end and one is just a difficult situation. The choice is obvious, yet you’re still more than unhappy about it.

Finally, you just lie on the ground and cross your arms. “Ugh, fine! Do what you want!!"

The faun stares at your crossed arms squeezing your breasts and swallows. It would have really been a pity if you’d decided to buy yourself free. Fortunately, you are greedy...

He tugs and pulls on your clothes, and before you know it you are lying stark naked on a layer of thick moss.

Your anger barely managed to flare up when it is doused again. The faun keels between your legs, furry ass sticking up and little tail wagging as he kisses your pussy. He takes your clit in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, then opens his mouth to let his tongue slide between your lips and dip into your entrance before moving up to your clit again.

You gasp, hands fumbling and finally grasping the audacious faun’s little horns, incidentally shoving his face further into your crotch. His teeth scrape over your clit, eliciting a moan from you, and when his tongue once again sinks into your entrance, he wickedly curls it up. He holds your thighs as he laps up your slick, sucking and slurping and swallowing with the greed of a man dying of thirst.

With a gentle bite to your clit, the faun has you coming for him, pussy fluttering around nothing while yearning for more and blurring your sight with tears.

The faun kisses your pussy in satisfaction and sits up. Yet just as he aligns his long, slightly thin cock with your entrance, he is suddenly kicked away.

You blink, startled at the commotion, and look up to see a rather hideous guy standing next to you. His upper half is that of a man with a too long, strangely flushed face, while his lower half is that of a horse’s bottom, sporting hooves and an erection so big it dangles from his crotch like a swinging pendulum.

The faun unhappily frowns at the newcomer, “Satyr, what are you doing here?”

“Hehe,” the satyr laughs, sounding drunk, “I’m just joining in on the fun.”

In the next moment, the satyr is already holding your legs and setting the large flared tip of his monstrous erection against your pussy. Folds are pressed together and the musky scent in the air thickens, mingling with the scent of wine.

“Up for a round, little nymph?”

You frown, “I’m not— ah!”

He doesn’t allow you to finish your words as he forces himself inside you. The broad tip stretches your entrance so wide open it feels like he is tearing your apart, the ruthless thrust carrying so much momentum that he directly bottoms out inside you with his long, fat horse cock.

Amidst residual tears of pleasure and new tears of pain, you strain your neck to look down and are shocked by what you see.

The satyr’s cock is so thick and stretches you so much you can clearly see its outline through your stomach, the flared tip almost reaching your ribs, and it still isn’t fully in!

He laughs at your wide eyes and shallowly thrusts, “Great size, right, little nymph? Makes you feel real good when I fuck you with my big fat cock, doesn’t it? Wanna feel what it’s like when I pump my seed into your womb and make you bear little satyrs for me? Pump you full till your little belly bulges!"

“Damn you—!"

“Hahaha!"

Then he rolls his hips, first pulling back till his flared tip tugs at your pussy before slamming back in. He drags along your soft inner walls, filling you to the brim, forcing you to bear his lust as he repeatedly pounds into you.

The pain of entry is quickly replaced by the pleasure he brings you, making you go from struggling in resistance to shamefully writhing on the forest floor with the desire for more. Moss and leaves stick to your sweaty skin and sweet moans spill from your lips, and you tug on your nipples as every plunge into your depths make your body shake.

You feel like you are going insane. The faun was at least nice and gentle when he tongue fucked you, but this drunk maniac?! And yet, the satyr’s fat horse cock makes you feel so good your mouth hangs open and your entire abdomen throbs.

His flare, his size, his weight; shit, even the filthy smell is making you feel good! Your pussy flutters, your limbs twitch, and you come hard as his flare drags over your g-spot.

You tear up with a cry.

The stimulation is so intense you feel your arms and legs go weak while the satyr is still relentlessly ramming into you, clearly enjoying how you just keep twitching around his monstrous length like a broken toy.

He fucks your pussy until his cock throbs, getting even harder before his cum erupts and shoots against your cervix. The satyr groans and his eyes roll. His cock quickly softens and slips out, allowing his viscous, stinky cum to gush from your gaping wide open hole like water from a spring.

Thoroughly exhausted, you have no strength to even pretend to resist when the faun grabs you. He reaches beneath your arms and pulls you up, letting your back rest against his naked chest and your butt on his furry thighs, his thin goat dick squeezing between your buttocks and getting coated in the sticky satyr cum dripping from your pussy.

You strenuously look up.

“Human,” he says, horizontal pupils unsettlingly focused on you, “you have to pay."

With that, he moves his hips. His dick slides past your pussy and the tip pokes at your puckered asshole.

Your face turns green, “You can’t be serious...!"

Yet despite your disbelief, he dips his fingers into your pussy to get some of the sticky fluids and smear it onto your back entrance. He completely disregards the dirtiness of the dirtiness of the matter, just tightly holding your waist as he works his fingers into your tight ass.

It is a different discomfort from having something too big shoved up your pussy. The faun’s fingers give you the feeling that they should not be up your ass, making you reflexively tighten in a futile attempt to force them out.

Before you can get used to the strange sensation, he pulls his fingers out and positions his dick. He slips in more easily than the satyr as he isn’t thicker than his fingers, yet the fullness still feels incomparably strange. It makes you subconsciously wriggle your ass a little, and then you hear a breathy moan from behind you. Your ass tightens, sucking his dick further in, and he moans again, satisfying some kind of desire you didn’t even know you had.

The faun moves slowly and gently. His stained fingers leisurely make their way down your bells to your crotch, massaging with circular motions just above your pussy and helping you relax. Then his fingers go even further and start fiddling with your clit, lightly rubbing and pressing it.

Thanks to his patience, you feel aroused again, and even start enjoying him slowly fucking your asshole and his moans every time you clench your ass.

Just as you are about to lose yourself to this comfort, the satyr approaches again. His cock is once more erect, heavily hanging down and twitching as he drags it down your chest, over your abdomen and to your pussy. There, he settles his flared tip against your entrance.

You feel your insides tingle at the sight of the monstrous thing, the memory of being pounded by it still fresh in your mind. Reluctant as you are to admit it, the fat satyr cock turns you on.

The satyr smirks at you, and enters your pussy in one swift stroke.

You scream and tense and clutch backwards at the faun’s little horns to find a hold on reality amidst it all.

Their two cocks bottom out inside you at the same time. The horse cock in your pussy and the goat cock in your ass, tightly enveloped by your slick walls and steeped in filth, are rock hard and hot as they press into your tender flesh. Even worse, they are both fully buried within you, forcing your legs uncomfortably far apart to accommodate both of them.

You feel them press against each other through your stretched thin walls, feel them throb and pulse as if in communication with each other. And then they start to move.

Bouncing on their cocks, you can’t tell who’s thrusting harder, more desperate to cram their length into your hole and stuff you with their seed. You moan and whimper as the satyr’s fat cock ruts into your pussy and the flared tip slams into your cervix, and you gasp and sob as the faun pistons his hips to drive his thin dick deep into you and makes your asshole burn.

Yet sweet friction overwhelms all pain and makes your abdomen throb. A flood of ecstasy washes over you as you come, your entire body twitching and fluttering.

Behind you, the faun grunts and speeds up, rutting into your clenched ass until cum spurts into your intestines. Meanwhile, the satyr in front of you slows down to patiently pull back, only to slam back into you so hard you feel like he might break you, before he finally cums with a shudder.

Your eyes roll back and for a while, you have no idea what is happening. By the time you recover, the faun and satyr are back at it again, frenziedly thrusting into you and cumming until your belly is bulging with their seed. You feel full and slightly nauseous, your pussy and asshole plagued by a strange itch that only the two fae cocks can soothe.

The itch further heightens the pleasure of the rapid friction within and quickly makes you come again and again. You vaguely hear the satyr laugh and tease you, and you tense your muscles in response so he would concentrate on fucking you more.

After an unknown amount of time, as the sky begins to dawn, the faun and satyr are finally unable to get it up anymore. Their cocks are flaccid, crotches drenched in cum, and balls milked dry, bodies so tired they directly pass out.

You are left sitting in a large puddle of viscous cum, more still gushing from your overused holes. Sweaty and exhausted, you only want to fall asleep, yet that maddening itch remains, making you long for more. But your body can’t hold on anymore. You feel yourself fall into the puddle.

However, just before you fully lose consciousness, a smile spreads over your face as you see a group of satyrs approach.

[merry-death]

on my second watch of the new hbomberguy video (I was not totally sober when I watched it last night) and I just remembered where I know James Somerton from. A few months ago I ended a friendship because she kept talking about how excited she was to play the hp game, and at first she genuinely didn't know how bad r*wling was, but even after I explained and sent tons of resources so she could see for herself, she still eventually said something along the lines of "oh well, I still don't think it's bad enough to stop me from buying the game". Then she sent me James Somerton's video about why he was still going to buy and play the game and said "His thoughts are basically mine". I had never watched his videos, but I was immediately suspicious of him for being able to lay out the clear transphobia and antisemitism but still justify purchasing the game. And now, I guess we know that his thoughts weren't even his. And no wonder he was fine still giving r*wling money, he's also fine misgendering trans people if it means he can be more misogynistic

EDIT: so i decided to fact-check myself since it's been several months since that conversation, but he does say he "probably" won't spend more money on the franchise even though he totally understands and supports people who want to.

And in a turn of events shocking no one, aside from that conclusion that he thinks it's fine to still support hp, the vast majority of that same video was also plagiarized:

EDIT 2: I've seen some people in the notes saying he even plagiarized the transphobia, so I'm going to clarify this. Most of the video was about all of the transphobic, antisemitic, or otherwise awful shit r*wling has done. That is the content that Somerton seems to have plagiarized from Katelyn Burns.

The only part of the video that doesn't appear to have been stolen is the conclusion, which is where he said it's understandable and fine for people to still financially support the franchise. So he did not plagiarize the transphobia, he plagiarized the proof of transphobia and then added in his opinion that it's still cool to give your money to transphobes if not doing that makes you sad

[wlw-cryptid]

i have a bit of a situation these days and it's driving me crazy, i have nobody to talk to or ask for advice so i am venting here, hope that's okay.

i am a 19 year old lesbian and my whole love life has been filled with girls. a month ago, i met a guy and started having feelings for him. the first time i ever noticed that i liked girls was so painful and unusual for me, it was very hard to get through. i managed to get through it but i am having the same struggle all over again. i identified myself as a lesbian for so long, this feels awfully confusing and complicated. i have no idea how to explain it to my friends because they all know that i'm not into guys. i still don't feel any type of sexual attraction towards guys, even the one that i have feelings for. the making out part is fine for me but i have no desire of having sex. he is completely okay with it and loves me the way i am, which makes me very happy. however, i am having a conflict in my head. i still am not attracted to men but i am currently involved with one?! this is hard for me to process, let alone telling people about it.

i feel stuck and i need opinions, i'd appreciate it a lot. <3

i mean the simple answer is to sit down and really think about if youre comfortable being bi, darlin.

[screampied]

ANACONDA! 𝜗𝜚

❤︎ sum. pov: when his dick’s bigger than a tower and you’re definitely not talking about eiffels. nanami, choso, ijicihi, sukuna, gojo, toji, geto.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, condom breaks, unrealistic dick analysis, manhandling, size differences, happy trailsss, stretching reader silly, gaping, overstim, tummy bulges, true form! sukuna, finishing early, sukuna uses an extra mouth, breedıng, cęrvix kissing, spanks, usage of "mommy", degradation, squırting, mild daddy kink, multiple rounds, praise, petnames.

an. MY ANACONDA DONT-

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA.

ijichi’s the type of guy who’s not actually aware of how big he really is - especially whenever he’s inside you.

he swears every time feels like the first time, and his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets once you ask him in that sweet, airy voice to ��try a new position.’

“o- oh..” he loudly gulps, nearly choking on the round adam’s apple that bobs at the back of his dry throat. you’re sat on his lap with your back facing the other way. puffy, cloudy breaths that spilled from his lips brush against your shoulder as he feels the lush slickness of your cunt aligning against his cherry-red tip. “hngh-” ijicihi grunts, feeling the mattress beneath you both dip from the overwhelming pounds of rickety, recoiling weight. “when you said you wanted to stretch your legs,” he continues, hearing that breathy ‘lil gasp glide from your glossed lips once he hooks his bare arms underneath your raised legs.

“didn’t- didn’t think this is what you meant, m’love, heh-”

he’s very thick, and you whimpered as the weight of your sticky near-shut thighs sharply slaps! back down onto his legs after each bounce.

“s- so perfect, ride it like it’s yours, pleaseplease, fuck-” ijichi hisses, bringing an arm to wrap around your twisting torso. ijichi’s other hand was glued to your waist as your cunt was just brutally torturing him with its dewy wetness.

“mhm-” you whined, hearing his huffing breaths pick up from behind you. one of ijichi’s weaknesses was you riding him - riding him in reverse.

and, fuck- it was just the way your ass prettily twirled itself ‘round in such hypnotic, slow-motion circles. you’re riding him oh-so good that the black bridge of his glasses becomes crooked on his face. it’s a simple, small detail but it’s also cute — and he grumbles, struggling to reposition them back on your face as your ass continued to ruthlessly slam back onto his throbbing cock.

“ijichiii- right there, baby. that s- spot, mhm, riiiight there ngh-”

“pussy’s just- hah, swallowing me,” he groans, gluing both palms to your rocking waist. his tip that’s a bruised, ruddy shade of red massages its way thoroughly against your g-spot again, and again, and again.

as you’re making sure to relax your shuddering knees against his thighs, you continued to move—rocking back ‘n forth against his lap. “so…. so hot when you grind against me like… th- oh, fuck-”

ijichi’s curtly cut off by one by a familiar feeling he knew all too well. there’s a tangled, knotting core that’s burning in the lower pit of his stomach, and the pads of his damp thumbs were practically melting into your glossy, sweaty skin. “ ‘jichi, spank me.”

“spank you?” he repeats sheepishly, averting his hooded eyes down toward your cunt that’s just leaking.

your mess started to coat against your thighs, streaming from between the cracked crevices of your legs as you kept up your unsteady rhythm. it’s a big, nice stretch that left you humming in contempt after each inch, causing your back to arch even further.

you gave him a nod, and you purposely slowed yourself against his cock as your back leaned forward in such a lewd, filthy manner. with a cute, teasing wriggle of your ass, you heard ijichi smokily groan out a timid, ‘oh my’ once he pauses his thrusts for a moment just to see how full he was stuffing you.

“ ‘kay,” he swallows, feeling his pulsating tip twitch at the sudsy sight of a glittery white ring starting to form around his base.

he’s close - he’s so so close, and ijichi wasn’t sure of how much more he could take. with a single, echoing slap! his hand swats against your right ass cheek and you moaned, craning your head moderately to look at him from behind.

ijichi’s so flustered, and the second his palm made direct contact with your stinging ass, he gulps. “are you- was that okay? ‘m sorry, m’ love.”

“ ‘s fine, baby,” you reassured him, taking a wheezing breath once you continued to feel your insides squeezing around his overwhelming size. ijichi wasn’t even moving anymore—he was just lying back as you were still arched over, facing the opposite direction. his tip’s more flushed than ever, and you let off a soft gasp once you felt his weighty cock leaaaan further inside of your sloppy cunt. “here- let me get on top.”

“okay-” he thickly swallows, groaning once he hears the wet sound of his dick temporarily pulling out of you. ijichi’s entire body was just glistening with sweat, and you could almost see his hazed, half-open irises form into hearts. he was downright pussydrunk, and as you softly laid him back once more, this time - you were straddling him while facing him directly.

a hitched breath held itself in his throat as he stole another greedy glimpse of you — your natural, radiant glow that complimented your skin from the cracked open window as you started to re-align yourself. “hold my hips, ijichi,” you cooed, leaning up close to his face.

his usually neatly slick-parted hair’s a mess. it’s all ruffled and unkempt with a few onyx strands wetly sticking to his perspiring forehead. ijichi moans, hearing the slick plap of your pretty pussy falling back down on his lengthy cock, and the knee-buckling stretch makes itself known yet again.

ijichi brings shaky, callused hands toward your waist at your cooing command, trying to steady your movements as you did a seductive figure eight with your rocky hips. “fuck, baby, thankyouthankyou,” he starts to babble, and you whimpered, feeling the many prominent veins that resided on and around his shaft. his head briefly tilts back as his pink, glossed lips pry open. “s- soooo good, so fuckin’ good-” and as he’s rambling, ijichi lets off a faint, husky whine.

within seconds, he ends up spurting right into you, erupting finally as his legs gave out beneath you. ijichi trembled underneath you as he gripped your hips tighter, his bottom lip cutely quivered. his knitted, black brows furrowed at his current state as he cums.

it’s thin, stringy ropes that even make ijichi gasps as he stuffs you to the brim, and he whispers out an embarrassed ‘shit.’

“hah- baby, did you jus’ cum?” you breathed with a sleazy smile, surprising his quavering rosy lips with a single wet kiss. he whines against your lips in response, nodding weakly as he’s still spasming. it’s so hot, and as he’s still filling you up, you playfully remove his crooked glasses that sat on the bridge of his pointy nose. “good boy.”

“all . . yours,” he replied with a shy half-grin, watching as you put his glasses on your face. even now with blurred, misty vision, you could still see the slightly distorted facial expression that was painted against ijichi’s abased face. as the sloshing, wet squelches from below continued, ijichi brings yet another spank toward your ass.

unlike last time—it’s much harder than before, and you quietly yelped at the rude slap! before meeting his hungry, cunt-drunk gaze.

“babyy-” he grumbled, guiding both rough palms to squeeze each globe of your ass. his cum’s nearly finished filling you, and ijichi starts to sloppily roll your waist against his cock again with both hands. immediately, you’re moving once more and you’re moaning whilst his creamy tip’s starting to sink its way inside of your dripping pussy for its nth time.

“don’t- don’t stop,” ijichi groans, and his husky tone sounds almost needy. the outdated boxspring starts to creak again, and he’s just empty-brained. you made him cum so easily and yet - he only wanted more.

“keep hah- moving this pretty ass, m’love,” ijichi pants, pushing the bridge of his glasses back against your nose. he always thought seeing you wear his glasses were cute, and sometimes it even turned him on . . like now.

“ride it- ride me like i’m yours, f- fuck me, please mommy-” he begged, burying his face into your neck. “hah- ride me good ‘till i make another m.. mess mhm-”

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU.

satoru’s not thick - he’s long, very and he knows it.

“one,” satoru whispers, watching with bleary-cerulean eyes as your cunt tries to bare around his middle finger. it’s a nice and wide stretch, and your jaw drops once he’s starting to insert another. it’s so lengthy, and your chest cutely deflates once you hear his low, cheeky giggle from behind you.

bastard.

“twooo,” and you’re whimpering, feeling both digits scissor inside of your wet pussy. “aw, c’mon, wifey. if you can’t take my fingers what makes you think you can handle me, hm?”

“satoruuu-” the pretty, repetitive cries of his name that fell from your lips were a tune he’d always grown to love.

between the sprawled arc of your thighs, you were just soaked - dripping, putting actual faucets to shame as you covered the entirety of his lanky fingers with your glossy essence.

in the very lower depths of your fluttering stomach, you’re feeling that known brewing pool of heat stir stir stir - tickling all through your insides before he sloppily pulls his sticky fingers out. “oh, i know, wet girl. iiiii know,” satoru gruff whispers, slightly raising his voice to purposely talk over your moans.

right as his pointed fingers slide their way from between your folds, your cunt spits out a cacophony of wet sloshes that makes him snicker. “she’s so talkative today. cute.”

“ngh- just f- fuck me already,” you’d whine, lying flat on your stomach. you’re gnawing on your bottom lip like it’s some saccharine piece of candy - its flavor being unfortunately tasteless except for the occasional presence of your sugary-sweet saliva. “pleaseplease, don’t tease me, ‘toru-”

“better be a good girl and sit up for me then,” satoru rasps, bringing his leaky shaft towards your slick-glossed slit. even with his long, slender fingers now out of your cunt, you could almost still feel his digits pump inside of you.

how his fingers would just stretch, stretch stretch. with the way satoru would easily explore your pussy with just a few fingers and reached each and every sensitive spot, you were starting to really think if his long fingers were actually six inches.

one hard slap against your cunt with satoru’s blushing tip brings you right back to brutal reality. “mhm, are you gonna be a pretty wet wife for me ‘n open?”

god - even the head of his cock was big, and your wet, lips were already forming into a surprised ‘o’ shape once he’s starting to ease himself in. satoru’s heavy base was so wide, and you were sure you’d feel every barreling inch trying to pummel into your slick core.

he’s got a vastly broad shape with his tip too, and he never failed to make you feel those deliciously, coarse ridges.

your head’s practically smushed into your fluffed pillow as your teeth softly snag against the frilly beige edges. “mmngh-”

“let’s see how many inches ‘till ya pop,” satoru hums, lining up his pearly crowned tip against your drooling entrance. your breath started to quicken at a rapid speed once you felt his slender fingers trace a path down your waist. “arch for me, girl- yeaaah,” satoru lowly encouraged, and you whimpered once he’s aligning his rounded tip against your weeping cunt.

with such quick ease, he slides his way inside right as you arch your back over the extra pillow that sits beneath your tummy. satoru’s dick always knew every spot to hit. he loved more than anything to treat your cute ‘lil g-spot as a target, whacking into it every time with perfect, sloppy accuracy. massaging your gripping walls with each rigid thrust was his favorite too, and he adored hearing your raw, whiny voice scream for more.

“ugh-” you’d whine, piercing the top row of your teeth into the fluffed pillow in front of you. satoru felt you spasming and clenching around his length. you could feel each twitch of his cock inside of you once he started to bestially pound into your core. “ ‘toru, you’re- hah- stretchin’ me so good, think ‘m gonna cum, fuck-”

sharp, harsh slaps of skin filled the room as satoru continued to drill into your sweet cunt. he leans way into your ass, bringing a hand toward your hips. “bet you are, angel,” satoru groans, feeling that familiar heat stir its way ‘round the lower depths of his stomach. it’s steadily arising, and his skin that grinds above yours felt like it was melting. “fuck, might just cum too. oh fuck-”

satoru’s buried to the hilt and he groans once his hips rattled against you. each papping slap against the skin makes you both dizzy, and you whimper once his tip gently bruises its way deep into your cervix with sticky, tender kisses.

it’s only three pounding hits and you’re gasping, while satoru’s hands firmly grip your waist. “s- satoruuu-” you’d whine, and you’re gushing all over his cock.

as you’re succumbing into sweet reverie, your legs violently twitch and he’s groaning. the coil residing inside of his stomach finally snaps - and he’s cumming with you, dumping a filthy thick ‘n creamy load far deep into your womb. it’s hot and sloppily pours inside of you like spilling molasses.

“ugh- didn’t know my girl was a bit of bit of a soaker,” satoru pants with a sly smile, wiping the sheet of sweat that covered a good portion of his pale forehead. his fingers rub against the blindfold that’s halfway hanging on his head — barely just above his eyes so that he can see. darting his navy, blue eyes down towards your sobbing clit, satoru smears his thumb against your wet entrance.

“well, how ‘bout that,” satoru throatily groans, diagonally swirling his thumb around your flooded pussy. gradually, he pulls out, and sticky, white ropes of cum start to pour from your slippery folds. the narrow head of his dick twitches at the sight, and satoru leans down to lap his reddened, pink tongue against your viscous folds. “hngh- hold still, angel.”

“satoru-” you’d moaned, feeling one of his hands lift your leg as his tongue fully rolled itself out of the cave of his mouth, slurping you clean. “what are you-”

he cups his plump lips ‘round your pussy, batting his white lashes shut before giving your dripping pussy a soft spank.

“shhh, baby. ‘m trying… to eat, have some class,” and satoru snatched his blindfold from behind his head, wiping his mouth with it like a handkerchief.

“now, spread those pretty legs ‘n let me finish my meal, heh. pretty please?”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

two words: monster cock.

without a doubt, sukuna’s most likely gonna split you open. especially whenever he’s in his true form because, at that point, your cunt’s just asking to be obliterated.

thick and long with veins galore.

sukuna was more of a shower and rarely ever trimmed. his happy trail’s nothing but pink, and starting down his navel — the pink, curly hair began.

sukuna always had a slight bend with a crimsoned, narrow head. the base of his cock was gruesomely large, and would always curve upwards inside of you after each pivotal thrust. he even had a bit of foreskin shielding the head of his strawberry-colored tip.

“fuck-” sukuna grumbles, wrapping all four arms around your waist, holding you in a securely tight grasp.

seven seconds - it’s only been seven literal seconds since his dick’s slipped out of you and he’s already feral.

to say you’ve milked sukuna dry round after round was the understatement of the century. you’re whimpering as your nose buried into the crook of his neck, getting a nice waft of his strong, peppery scent.

seven seconds and he’s already missing the way your pussy cutely opened and closed around him, clamping down on him tight while holding his cock hostage.

“ ‘m gonna cum again,” he groans, sloppily tossing his hips quicker against your slick core.

“hngh- ‘kuna, don’t stop,” you’d whine, bucking your hips forward. as your slick body grinds against his, you could feel his chiseled ripped abdomen rub against your skin. “mmh,” you’d gasp, feeling two of his lower arms grab at the fleshy globes of your perk ass. “so big, s- sooo fuckin’ big, ‘m not gonna-”

you moaned once he suddenly pulled out, swiftly making you get on all fours.

“wha-” slap!

you’re biting back another incoming moan once sukuna’s swollen tip barbarically mashes itself against your dripping pussy.

your trembling legs shook and your drooling lips parted, shaping into a dramatic ‘o’ once heard the wet sloshes of your folds again. as sukuna watches the narrow tip of his dick disappear in between your folds before you then started to feel something else.

a slippery, wet tongue licks against your puckering hole and your eyes widen. “is- is that-”

“my hand, girl,” sukuna gruffs, softly pushing your head into the plushy pillow. it only takes a few seconds before he starts up his cruel, demonic pace again. “this way i can taste you while splittin’ this ruinin’ ngh- pussy,” and a sweet sob rips out of your throat the moment he slams his hips into you.

the length of sukuna’s cock always scratched such a carnal itch in your brain. you’re humming, clinging onto the pillow in front of you while hearing his crisp, low growls from behind you. “ass fuckin’ up, don’t get lazy.”

sukuna’s hips dip inward and your eyes bulged.

the thickness of his cock plugged you in so full, and you’re babbling the same whiny cacophonies of his name. “uuugh- ‘kuna,” and he’s still holding up his right palm against your ass. when he told you he could form extra mouths on any part of his body, you thought he was joking.

slurp after slurp and the dripping tongue attached to his palm licked ‘round your hole again, greedily lapping up the lustrous strings of slick that poured between your folds. “hngh- you’re so nasty-”

“what’s nasty is this sloppy cunt,” he snarls, loudly talking over the loud, clashing sounds of both sync hips. even the bed beneath you both sounded like it was clinging onto its final hinges. after each bucking thrust, sukuna’s fat tip reaches deeper and deeper ‘till it surprises your g-spot.

you squealed, digging your teeth into the edge of your pillow. sukuna angles his hips, still allowing his hand to swirl its hot pink tongue around your hole before getting a few nips at your teary pussy.

“mngh- she’s always got something to say, just like her sloppy owner- fuck-”

as you’re bouncing up and down on his length, your eyes widened once you felt the ridged curve of his sukuna’s cock attempt to rummage toward your fluttering cervix. once he slaps a single thrust into that particular spot, your thighs immediately collapse and you’re left mewling against his ear.

“ ‘m cumming-” you gasped, swinging your hips against his lap at a much quicker speed. all four of sukuna’s bulky arms caged you in, and each drilling pump of his cock had you stammering on your words. “fuck, fuckfuck-” you’d repeat, and once you finally let go, you softly dug your teeth into his neck.

“easy, little one, ride it out,” sukuna snickers, grabbing ahold of your unsteady hips. his size was just so big - so overwhelming.

every thick inch of him was just buried inside of your slippery cunt, and you’re just shaking on top of him. colorless, sheeny slick trickled down both of your pried open thighs as your airy aerates against his neck. “good girl, wet girl - but good i suppose,” he groans, feeling his cock tighten inside of you.

your muscles were contracting as you started to slow down, and judging by sukuna’s flushed face, you knew he was getting close too. the demon growls out an off-guard groan, squeezing a hand against your ass before wearily slouching back against the bed.

“hey-” he grumbles, spotting the sudden playful glint in your eye. your palms land on his bare, sweaty chest and you’re now straddling him.

“lie- lie back, ‘kuna,” you huffed, still struggling to catch your breath. your dripping cunt was still throbbing and you felt a bit of pudge near the lower pit of your tummy. he really was that big.

teasingly, you rocked your hips a bit forward and watched as sukuna actually whined this time for you instead of groaning. “can you do that?”

sukuna didn’t last long though, because despite just how big he was - he was a bit weak.

as you pressed a wet kiss against his lips while your fingers brushed past his neglected nipples, right at that exact moment, sukuna cums.

“make it qui- f- fuck-”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO.

nanami’s always been big and he’s always been a bit shy about it.

he’s real big and thick with the sun-kissed tip of his cock a bright reddish-pink. tall, girthy even longer stretch and you’d be feeling him everywhere without question.

with how shiny and pearly the head of his tip is, it practically glimmers with the help of the glossy tears of pre-cum spewing down the veiny sides. nanami’s so big that he’d leave you walking side to side after a few rounds—poor wobbly legs trying to support themselves the best they could.

“ ‘m gonna… hah- need you to hold your legs up for me,” he’d groan, sucking in a faint sharp breath once his rouged, creamy tip slaps back against his stomach. “put ‘em up and over like that - atta girl, gooood,” and his voice lowers, gruffly pitching deeper at each ringing slap of tender flesh.

“oh, sweetheart, where do you think you’re going?” nanami lowly hums, reeling your hips back into place. you’re in such a position—gasping whilst his cock’s easing its way into you. “mhm- bare ‘round me just like that, sweet girl- fuck,” he swallows, feeling his rip abs tighten at your warmth. as he’s slowly rocking you back into him, you slam straight down against his lap.

a wet, sloshing squelch sounds from between your legs and you yelped out a sweetened, “s- shit,” once his tip kisses its way near your convulsing g-spot. within a single thrusting thrust, he’s reached that spot that had you seeing nothing but a galaxy of stars. “ken- kento, so f- fuckin’ big, ugh-” you babbled, turning cross-eyed in just seconds.

“c’mon, let me my sweet girl from here,” he quietly rasps, linking his arms underneath your thighs.

you’re whining loudly, biting down fiercely on your slackened jaw as he’s now just basically helping you bounce up and down on his dick.

with the way you moved, lazily rotating your hips, you imitated a seesaw. he’s just huge, figuratively and literally, and nanami gently brings a big hand toward your waist.

“that’s it, pretty girl. show me those gorgeous . . hah- fuckin’ hips. move for me, all for me, honey- yeah,” he groans, tilting his head back at the sloppy slaps of skin clouding his judgment.

nanami had you bouncing on his cock while both of your knees were bent. it’s the perfect position to just feel his long, lengthy cock stretch its way in and out of you. clammy, grabby hands of yours tried to hold onto him so you don’t fall, and he finds the entire scene cute.

nanami was a hardworking man - a very hardworking man. one of his favorite things was to of course, return home to you, his sweet ‘n doting wife but another one of his favorite things was to fuck you after a long day.

he had immense amounts of stamina, and he always said that this was a good “recharge.”

“mngh- look at how good i stretch you out, sweetheart,” nanami breathes, changing positions to where your back’s turned the other way. a mirror was in front of the both of you near the wall, and nanami cupped a hand beneath your chin that was just covered with your dripping drool.

“my wife always knows how to… hah- take me.” and you moaned, darting your eyes down to see your dripping cunt hovering over his scarlet-red tip.

from each lengthy side, it’s painted with a plethora of blue-tinted veins. it’s almost pretty, and you spotted a few blond hairs garnish around his full base.

a miry, clear string of your slick spats out of your pussy while nanami starts to rub circles ‘round your teary folds. you whimpered inaudible wails of the two syllables of his name, rolling your eyes back in erotic pleasure once his fat thumb slides a direct path down toward your palpitating clit.

“ ‘ken, please- don’t tease me,” and your words were so whiny. while he’s playing with you, you’re still just barely hovering above his flushed tip. you’re staring at the lewd reflection of yourself in the mirror, shamefully throbbing at the sight of your legs widely spread for nanami.

with a soft slap, his hand gently whacks against your cunt and you mewled, flopping back against his blond, hairy chest. “please-”

“can never say no to my wet girl,” nanami gruffly whispers against your neck, bringing a torrid, sticky kiss near your exposed collarbone.

the king-sized bed underneath the two of you constantly sunk inward from both pounds of weight before you squealed. nanami aligns his fat tip against your dribbling slit before grabbing the back of your hand, and kissing it.

“ah- watch,” he softly cranes your chin back to face yourself in the mirror, tilting your head down to look straight at your hungry cunt that’s already swallowing his girthy inches.

“that’s it, f- fuck, looks like she’s so good for me too. good and… hah- sooo wet.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO.

choso’s always been quite the packer and he’s sometimes the type to get a bit timid of his size. condoms always hated to see him coming, because they never lasted a chance, and in some cases, neither did you.

undoubtedly, choso’s thick and long with a slightly untrimmed build. it’s got a cute, flushed shade of vermillion that darkens a few hues every moment it spends inside of your slobbering pussy.

“ ‘m sorry, ‘m . . sorry, baby,” choso whines against your neck, swallowing each tasteless gulp that travels toward the back of his tongue as he frantically pistons his bucking hips inside of you.

he can’t help but click his tongue in sheer annoyance - feeling the constant rubbery material of his condom stretching in and out of you.

after each deep stroke, each slapping thrust, choso’s heart starts to pick up.

it’s going a mile a minute as he’s now just straight-up jackhammering his fat cock into you. his crowned tip explores all erogenous zones of your sensitive clit, kissing against each spot ‘till you sobbed in harmonic pleasure. “ ‘s okay, don’t stop- fuck, keep goin’ choso, yeahyeah, hngh-” you whimpered, holding onto him tight.

but one particular thrust wasn’t like any other.

it’s a loud, stretchy pop sound that sounds from between your legs, and choso freezes.

he lets off a small whine, feeling himself leak in the condom that’s now broken. it snapped, and the material could barely hold itself together anymore. “oops,” he lets out a shaky sigh, pressing his sweat-polished forehead against yours. “sor-”

“stop saying sorry, baby,” you tenderly reassured him, cupping his face. choso’s sweating from all angles and his lips form into a pout before you sneak a kiss against his lips. “hah- you can try raw this time if you-”

“r… raw-” choso’s breathily repeats under his breath. his aching hips remained snugly fit inside of you as he was buried inside with the snapped rubber. choso couldn’t even think straight - the only thing he was doing was nearly salivating at the mental image of being inside you raw.

once he took it off, there’d be nothing between the two of you — just raw skin against skin, nude balmy flesh slapping against flesh. choso groaned, feeling a sudden fullness in his balls before he nipped near your neck. “okay..”

after a few exhilarating rounds with the condom still on, you introduced the ‘mating press’ to choso once - just once, and he’s become nothing more than a fiend for your pussy.

he’s addicted, and he’s groaning as he’s pushing both of your knees toward the center of your chest, quickly getting a grasp of the position you rambled about.

“i need- i need ‘ta feel you again,” he whines gruffly, sliding his lengthy cock out between your folds. it’s a popping, sloshing splat sound that rings from between your legs and he could feel your body beneath him already aching for more. “hah- without this fuckin’ rubber,” and choso pauses, widening his dark baggy eyes before softly laying his dick against your tummy. “pleaseee…”

“g- go ‘head,” you moaned, giving him a firm head nod once you know the exact question he was asking. choso wanted to take off the condom - but, he always knew to ask you first. you could’ve sworn as soon as you complied, you saw his mahogany irises form into cute ‘lil hearts. “take it off, baby.”

right away, choso snatches the rubber off of his length, groaning once the breeze of cool air wafts against his reddened tip. after he tosses it in the garbage bin, he sighs yet again. “mngh-” he grunts, catching you staring at his cock’s head that’s a deep, ruddy shade of red.

his stubby tip’s so fat and round, perfectly plump with the right amount of ridges to make your legs nearly collapse. your poor thighs trembled, and he’s then starting to gingerly whack whack whack the creamy, glowy tip of his cock against your puffy slit.

“hah- keep these knees up, baby,” he murmurs, bringing a thumb to swipe across your tender nipples. hic- can you do that for me? hold ‘em up nice and high?”

“mhm,” you gave him a nod, pulling his buried head up from the crook of your neck. cupping both of his rosy-tinted cheeks, you pressed a sweet, soft kiss against his lips. choso whimpers against your lips, sloppily jerking his hips into yours before you feel himself starting to re-align himself. “choso- fill me up again, don’t stop.”

“ ‘m gonna make this tummy all nice and round again, promise,” choso grunts, sneaking a palm before circling it around the center of your stomach. “hngh- open up for me, baby. open up-”

he bites his bottom lip, feeling how your sloppy cunt immediately squeezed around his cock. with your knees pressed high up against your chest, you nearly felt like choso’s body weight alone was squishing you.

you whimpered at each gaping stretch, tossing your weak arms over his sweat-glossed shoulders. “f..fuck,” you’d whine, feeling choso’s burly body shudder from your misty breath that ghosts against his earlobe. “choso, c- chosoooo-” and more and more inches disappear inside of your cunt.

like always - your convulsing walls couldn’t help but hug ‘round him tight as he continued to vigorously bully his way inside. choso’s weight lays on top of you and you watch as his face cutely contorted.

he’s literally melting inside you, biting his lip while feeling the slick rawness of your pussy gripping tightly against him. “i love you, love you so mu- fuck-” he hiccups, continuing to hold on tight to your pushed knees that’s cutely shoved to your chest.

his tip stretched fully inside you, and you’re whimpering once you felt choso’s hips rattle against yours. “ugh- baby, can’t… can’t hold it,” he groaned, and choso barely lasts a few more sloppy, hard pumps before he’s cumming. his chin falls into your chest as he groans, squeezing his dark lashes shut.

“fuck-” he quietly mewled, shivering at the sudden feeling of your hands grabbing onto his slim waist. a parched, hot load spills inside of you and you feel his hips rattle against your core again.

choso’s face retreated inside the warmth of your shoulder before he murmurs out an embarrassed ‘ah fuck’.

your limp body writhes underneath him and you’re letting off languid gasps once you could still feel the faint stretches of his lengthy cock piercing inside of you. dewy, sticky tears stuck to choso’s lashes before he sat up to look at you, and you moaned once he brought a chaste kiss to your lips.

“raw, one more… pleaseplease,” and as he’s still dumping a hot load into you, you felt him trying to pin your legs over your head. “i- i wanna go raw again, baby,” and you knew you were screwed the second you saw that sly, cunt-drunk grin plastering on his lips.

“heh, pretty please-”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO.

toji’s huge - he’s huge and he fuckin’ knows it too.

he’d be a good estimate of a staggering seven or eight inches and oh, did he know how to rearrange your guts. his dick’s just heavy, abnormally thick with a slouching curve that makes his hips lazily bend forward whenever he pounds into you. he’s so girthy too, and the appetizing bulk you always feel inside of you makes you drool even more the moment he’s pumping in fat inch after inch into you.

“ ‘s not… gonna fit-”

“trust me, baby, it’ll fit,” toji murmurs, placing a rugged palm on the center of your tummy. a thumb of his drags down your navel, and you’re whimpering once you realize he’s only halfway in. toji fushiguro being halfway in was usually equivalent to being fully in. “ ‘sides, trained her well… heh. now gimme that arch, girl. yeah, you got it.”

oh, fuck.

that stretch was always the best part too.

your tongue had a pool of treacly saliva keeping the inside of your mouth company as he was practically splitting your cunt open. ‘mmmpf’ after ‘mmmpf’ and your muffled moans almost sounded like hums. there’s a few prominent veins wrapped around toji’s dick as he’s leisurely ramming himself inside of you. “gimme that pretty stretch, baby,” he groans, pressing a palm against the center of your tummy.

you whined, linking a leg around his slim waist before more inches got swallowed by your dripping cunt. toji’s brawny body was careful not to crush you - just almost, and you felt his untrimmed, curly chest hair tickle against your tummy. “thereeee she fuckin’ is— mmph,” he lowly growls, hinting at your tender g-spot once his plump tip gives it a single tap.

as toji’s body hovers over you - all you’re staring at is each and every lightning-shaped vein that pulses through his beefy biceps. from the neck down, he’s smeared in a pool of his sweat, and he’s now softly piercing his teeth into your left shoulder. the edge of his rough lip scar bristles against your skin whilst he’s finally snugly fit inside. you braced for impact, and a single thrust felt like you were gonna break. toji then starts to rock into you, feeling you cutely tremor beneath him as his bushy happy trail pricks against your tummy after each salacious stroke.

once he begins up his notoriously, insane pace, toji surprises your frantic pussy with a single thrust that nearly snatches your breath away. “f… fuck!” you’d squeal, clawing your nails into his back. it was just one thrust - one single thrust, and you were already spasming underneath him. “d- daddy, fuuuck-”

“who?” toji hums, softly lifting one of your legs, carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. you’re panting as his agonizingly slow, precise thrusts continue.

hooded, droopy eyes of yours do a quick scan down toji, and first — it lands on his slight beer belly. it’s not that big, but it’s nice ‘n round, plump from all sides with a dark fluffy patch of chest hair painting the entirety of his body from the neck down. the carpets match the drapes for sure, and you moaned once toji’s hips rolled into you with a single impactful slam.

“tojiiii-” you mewled, prying his hand away from your spit-dripping lips, hearing the constant snarling groans of the weak boxspring below you both.

toji snickers, sneaking both big hands toward your snapping hips before drawing circles around your skin with the tips of his thumb. “nah, y’didnt say that, girl,” and you whined, feeling him pull out for a second just to slap his tanned, leaking tip against your puffed pussy. from your poor, swollen clitoral hood—you’re drooling with arousal and you just couldn’t help it.

cotton filled your ears as your lips shifted to a cute, chastened pout. “tooojii-” and that earned another slap of his tip against your wet pussy. the wet slosh that echoed from between your thighs always made him groan, and toji brought a few more kisses toward your ankle as he brought your raised leg up to his lips.

“ah ah, dirty girl. repeat y’erself for me,” he clicks his tongue, his gruff tone sounding like nothing more than fake pity. you mewled out a sweet ‘lil tune of incoherent whimpers that translated into soft ‘oh fuck’s’ and ‘pleaseplease’ once he’s re-aligning his reddened, split tip. your leg’s still tossed over his shoulder and you whined, feeling the flat of his palm gently press down on your tummy. “go on.”

“d.. daddy-” you spoke rawly, seeing the amused glint in toji’s eye. he hummed, watching the way your lips quivered and twitched. toji’s dick was just so rude, it had no types of manners whatsoever and you ended up choking on your moan once you felt yourself gaping. sultry-sweet mewls depart from your lips once he starts up another pace again, and he then tosses your other leg over his shoulder. “hngh- fuck me, fuck me, ugh- there, pleaseplease.”

toji’s speed was always relentless. he had the speed of a thoroughbred horse. not to mention, you probably looked a mess beneath him. he had not one but both of your legs lazily thrown over his shoulder whilst he was just fucking you downright stupid.

the stout of his cerise-colored tip was just so big ‘n narrow-shaped that it was splitting you open with each thrust. with bulged, widened eyes, you let off a gargled moan once you felt a bit of a tiny pudge in your tummy.

“mhm, there’s that cute bulge, babygirl,” he groans, lowering his head to rest between your chest. toji brings his lips toward your bare, bouncing breasts and he takes a moment to flick his tongue against each of your nipples. you moaned your first initial instinct to feel on his naturally buff triceps. all you’re hearing above you was the occasional wet pops of toji’s mouth leaving your tits and the loud echoey slaps of hot skin.

“ ‘m gonna cummm,” you dragged out your words, hearing the breathy sound of your shaky voice pick up. rawly, he’s slamming his hips into you, unapologetically battering your pussy with each tormenting hit. you were seeing blurry blots of white within no time, and you were pretty sure you were on the brink of short-circuiting once toji’s fat, split tip struck itself against your cervix. “o- oh my goddd!”

a low, pitchy grumble scratches his smoky throat before he gives his hefty weight one solid shove against you. your clit’s just spasming as it’s continuously being stimulated, and at the same second, toji’s taunt muscles were flexing.

“ah, fuck,” he hisses, maintaining his firm grip on your legs that still hung over his tense shoulders. toji quite literally had you folded like a lawn chair. “damn- so cute when ya squeeze ‘round me right before you finish,” he jibes, already feeling the slippery trail of your arousal spill down your sprawled thighs.

you’re seeing nothing but a whole new world of white - bright, blinding white as the pit of your stomach ignites with a fire. you’re losing it underneath him as your thighs rapidly shake while he’s still buried balls deep.

“uugh-” your shrilling orgasm belts from your throat and toji presses his plump, hot lips against yours. as he’s savoring your lips, his ripped body continues to grind against yours. while you felt his dick twitch inside, feeling a wave of swarming butterflies reside in your tummy or maybe that was something else?

“atta- girl,” he pauses between sloppy, slick kisses. the sides of toji’s head were dripping with droplets and droplets of fresh sweat, and the aroma of both intimate bodies was stronger than ever. toji’s cock was continuously being hugged by your clingy walls that forevermore clenched around him internally. dark, jade eyes glance down at you before he gives your wet pussy a ‘praising’ pat.

“heh, good job i guess, but in my humblest opinion, baby, y’er cunt could use a bit more wor-”

“nobody . . asked you.”

“girl-”

✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU.

it was probably the millionth stinging swat! that was sharply smacked against your sobbing, dripping pussy before you’re nothing but a speechless, whimpering mess.

“awwwh, don’t get shy on me, sweetheart,” geto gravelly purrs, using a free hand to crane your neck toward the mirror.

tightly, you clench down on your jaw as you’re just leaning back against geto’s bare chest. teeth-shatter orgasm after orgasm’s been ripped out of your raw, parched throat and you could let off the cutest, cooing ‘oooh’ once geto lifts you from his fat cock.

his tip—it’s red, a sanguine ruby red with each veiny side covered with prominent aroused veins. geto’s dick was so pretty though - the mere definition of pretty.

its got more of a dark tan from top to bottom, and it’s larger than average length. he’s got a cute, lazy curve that causes his shaft to lean more while stuffed inside you. near his base, it's decorated with black, semi-trimmed pubic hair that paints against bare skin.

best believe he has a happy trail too. starting at his navel, it’s a few curly specks of black hair that naturally trace further and further down his chiseled chest before reaching the lower spots of his skin.

geto’s harshly panting against the shell of your ear with his free hand starting to maneuver circles against your clit. “looook,” and you moaned the instant another mean slap! hits against your slick pussy.

bleary, half-open eyes of his meet yours, and your body instinctively reclines back against his chest. geto’s still wearing his robe while he’s having his way with you too. the fleecy, oversized sleeves of the cloth repeatedly tickled against your skin after each sloppy slam of your hips.

“hah- your eyes always widen a bit when i pinch your pretty clit likeee this-” and a loud, pitchy mewl escapes from your scratchy throat before his bulbous-shaped tip slides against your entrance. “don’t be scared to get a ‘lil loud, sweetheart. always… love that pretty voice when ‘m prying her—ugh, open.”

labored, raucous breaths left out of you as your quivering legs wobbled over him. geto’s dick was overly tall - especially while it stretched inside of your core, and you were biting back high-pitched whines once you flop back down on his lap. he’s got a bit of a hooked curve, and every time the head of his tip politely tapped its way against your g-spot, you whimpered. the prolonged length of geto always got you so wet, and he never minded letting you ride him.

“suguru, f- fuuuck-” you moaned quietly, tightly holding onto his knees. his cock’s just lodged inside, and you’re in the background, sobbing off those adorable wails once his tip’s just mercilessly lodging inside of your pussy.

“roll ‘em, roll those hips for me, shit-” he grunts, flaring his nostrils. swatting palm after palm against your rotating ass, geto laid his legs flat against the mattress.

dark, almond-shaped eyes peer towards your rear that’s just loudly slap slap slapping against his veiny cock and he sucks in a single shallow breath.

the length of his dick was so long, damn near never-ending as it explored through each part of your cunt, and you whimpered once you felt the head of his shaft thrash against your throbbing g-spot.

not once, not twice, not even thrice but four times..

the fat crown head of his shaft then starts meanly battering itself against a particular heart-shaped spot until you’re just babbling his name again and again. your jaw drops, and it feels like you are about to bend, break, or even snap in two. he’s big, very big, and every time he spanked your ass, you’re brought right back into reality.

“sugu- suguruuu, ‘m not gonna last-” you whine, hearing his gruff laughter from behind you. it felt like a tenfold increase of pleasure swelled within you and you’re just about there. a rippling wave surged through your tummy as you chased your high. it’s practically in arms reach.

it’s not ‘till geto’s angry, beat-red tip wetly slaps against your tender cervix twice and oh, you nearly become brain-dead. he’s reached so far, and for once, you were wordless with only the exception of a few croaking squeaks. “good girl, good fuckin’ ngh- girl,” geto grunts, wrapping a beefy arm around your waist.

you’re still bouncing on his cock in reverse when something in you finally snaps. you let off a long, five-second mewl as you’re cumming and it felt like every muscle in your body was spasming. you stilled your hips as you were coming to your titillating end after a few everlasting-like seconds, trying to catch your breath.

“goddamn-”

but apparently, geto couldn’t last much either because, within a blink of an eye, he’s cumming too - hard.

the sensitive head of his cock couldn’t contain itself any longer, and you moaning once you hear the slick sloshes of his cum dribble inside of you. it’s a hot, creamy batch that eventually overflows inside of you, leading to it spilling down the sides of your open thighs. “f- fuck,” geto drawls huskily between spurts, bringing both scarred hands toward your hips.

frothy, velvety rivulets of his mess start to stick against his thighs as you sit on his lap, not moving an inch. “ ‘m so… full, suguru-” you breathed, letting off an airy gasp of a sigh once you slouched back into his chest.

you felt geto’s rapid heartbeat behind you, and even now - he’s still cumming inside you, filling up your pretty pussy with ropes and ropes of drippy, hot cum.

“good girl,” he sighs, sneaking a kiss near the left side of your neck. you hummed silently before geto abruptly pulled you up from his lap, sitting up on the bed. “you can get even fuller though, sweetheart,” and your eyes widened once he suddenly lifted you off the bed with him. humming lowly, geto snickers before helping you re-align yourself back on his dripping, swollen tip while holding you in mid-air.

instinctively, your arms snaked around his clammy neck and you moaned once he had you in a literal standing-up position.

“up and at ‘em. let’s work on that stamina from this angle now, yeah, big girl?”

[umamaki]

cw: lowk red flag caleb lol, virginity loss

Caleb is pissed when you get asked out for the first time. He had deliberately warned everyone in both of your social circles to stay away from you. Not without threats of violence or death, either. So yeah, he’s pissed as fuck when you tell him. Did he have to burn the whole world down merely to keep you all to himself? To protect you from perverts and creeps?

But, unfortunate and naive, you were so damn excited for this date. He couldn’t spoil your mood. Not when you asked him which dress to wear—both of them too short for his liking—and certainly not when you asked him to zip up the back for you.

There was just something about how you looked, all dolled up and cute to see someone who wasn’t him. He can already barely control himself around you; even the thought of another man having access to you like this makes him utterly sick. “It’s just not a good idea. All guys want the same thing.”

“You’re a guy aren’t you, Caleb? So what, are you telling me you’re like that too? Hmm?” He wants to wipe the playful smile off your face. You just think everything’s some fucking game.

“He’s gonna want to kiss you. Touch you. Fuck you. Have you ever been fucked? Huh, pipsqueak?”

He thinks he went too far then, notes the way your eyes widen and lips slightly part. You shake your head, but he already knows. He knows everything about you. So when you ask if he can help you, give you some advice, he knows exactly how he will.

“So naive, let me just show you.” He smashes his lips against yours. The force would’ve sent you falling backwards had he not steadied you with his hand on the small of your back.

“This is how to kiss…” he mutters it into your mouth, not caring that your teeth are hitting each other.

“And this…” he lifts your skirt just enough so that he can pull your panties to the side and slide his fingers along your puffy folds. “This is how it feels to be fingered.”

“Ah—Caleb!” You squeal when he fully plunges his finger in deeper than your own fingers ever could. He adds another, and soon the room is filled with your moans and the lewd squelch of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy.

His lips are back on yours, and this time his tongue is shoved inside your mouth, claiming it. He goes faster when he feels your walls clench around him, and lets you grip his biceps while you come around his fingers and leave behind crescent shaped indents on his arms.

He nearly throws you on the bed, eager to yank off your underwear and free himself from his own boxers, wasting no time in aligning his tip to your still sensitive cunt.

“This is how to take it like a good fucking girl.” You try your best to relax, to be so good for him as he buries himself into you. He lets you get used to his size, going slow. Not moving until you practically beg him to, then there’s no going back. He’s brutally snapping his hips against yours and watching your tits bounce through your dress.

“Already gonna come on my cock? You really are inexperienced. Can’t even control yourself. Go on then. Fucking. Come.” With two last jerks of his hips, your climax washes over you and he tries so fucking hard to delay his own orgasm. He begins to pull out but your legs lock him in place. He cums on the spot—still inside you.

“Don’t care that I ruined your dress? How you gonna go on your date now, baby?”

“Hm. Guess I have to cancel,” you say, faux disappointment coating your words.

He pauses. “There was no date.”

“There was no date.” You confirm, wearing that same stupid grin from before. Luckily your schedule is free, because he has a hell of a punishment waiting for you after that.

[layaispunk]

needs a good fix

jackson!joel miller x fem!virgin!reader

a/n: this idea is by @yxtkiwiyxt !!! i couldn't stop thinking about it.

summary: you can't stop fantasizing about joel taking your virginity.

warnings: UNPROTECTED P IN V SMUT 18+. competency kink. joel is jackson's handyman, reader has no physical description, dry humping, female masturbation, male masturbation, age gap (reader is over 21), reader is a virgin, praise kink, fingering, grinding, aftercare, soft!joel, lmk if i missed anything!!

wc: 4.7k words

Joel was always fixing things around town. 

Ever since Joel Miller showed up in Jackson, folks started calling him the town’s handyman. The way his hands moved, steady and skilled, fixing what needed fixing… he was good. he was good at what he did.

The creak of his boots echoed from the side of the barn as he repaired the gate hinges. A few days ago, it was the broken heater in the art room. Before that, the fencing near the stables. He was the kind of man who did not like to sit still, and Jackson had plenty of things to keep him going. He liked helping around, and it made him feel needed. 

You didn’t mean to notice him every single time. Your eyes just naturally averted to him, every time. At first it was small things.. how he always showed up early in the morning. How he talked to people with that low, Texas drawl, with kindness, and sometimes a little grumpy. It was clear he cared deeply about doing things right. 

His rolled up sleeves, the grunts he made when he was moving, the way his brow furrowed when he was concentrating … it was all too much. He did everything so well, no neighbor ever complained. Every time you saw him with a tool in his hand, or a smudge of grease on his forearm, something inside you twisted. It started as a quite ache, one you could ignore if you distracted yourself enough. But the more you saw him, the worse it got. 

And you… you were a virgin. Growing up in the apocalypse and all, you never really had the chance to get to know someone that intimately, besides, you were very comfortable with your own sexuality, taking care of yourself, and you were quite satisfied. Boys had thrown themselves at you before, but you weren’t into guys your age, immature and inexperienced. You always liked them a bit older, more experienced. You had a thing for competency, and men like him who were good at what they did. blue collar, broad-shouldered, good with their hands. Men who smelled like whiskey, sweat, and knew how to fix shit other people couldn’t. Joel, with that salt and pepper hair and his worn button-ups, the way he moved, was turning you on. You couldn’t look at him without your breath catching and sweat clinging to your forehead, without heat crawling low in your belly. You couldn’t stop thinking about your first time being with him, how protective he’d be, and how good he’d take care of you.

You didn’t live super close to him, but the universe clearly had other plans, because somehow your errands aligned with where he happened to be. And always, he’d greet you. 

Just a “hey”. Simple, and casual. Too casual for the way heat pooled between your legs every single time. You try to keep it cool, offer a quick smile, or a nod, but your words never come out the way you want them. If he had any idea how tightly you had to clench your jaw every time he walked by, he sure as hell didn’t show it. 

He had no idea what he was doing to you. As far as Joel was concerned, you were just another friendly face in town. You were kind to him, sweet even, traded coffee for paint supplies, but you never stayed long enough to hold a conversation. Joel figured maybe he made you didn’t like him, that you, maybe you just weren’t the talkative type. 

He usually worn button-ups, long sleeves rolled up. But with the seasons shifting and the sun hanging higher, he was showing up in tight t-shirts that left little to the imagination. The fabric hugged his arms just right, tracing every muscle and vein, and it was impossible to imagine what those hands could do if they weren’t busy fixing shit. One time, he reached to grab something from a top cabinet, and with his arms stretched high, you caught a perfect glimpse of his waist. The way his shirt rode up just enough to reveal his happy trail leading down, and the waistband of his boxers. It made you feral.

Every night, you thought about him. What his huge hands might feel like. What his calloused fingers would feel like on your body. How his grunts might sound like if he was on top of you, whispering something low and filthy in your ear. Late at night, you let your thoughts slip where they shouldn’t. Under the covers, imagining what it would feel like to have someone there- Joel, instead of your own fingers, moaning and whimpering his name, hoping one day he would just magically show up and fuck you senseless. 

One afternoon, you told yourself you weren’t going to do anything stupid. But it was a hot spring evening, you had two glasses of wine, maybe three, and it was just enough to make you feel courageous. Or reckless. Tipsy, that made your skin feel too hot, your clothes too tight, and your underwear soaked. You didn’t let yourself think it through. You just walked down the street, heart pounding and thighs pressed tight, wearing a top that accentuated your breasts & an old fashioned lie. and knocked on Joel’s door. You told yourself it was innocent. A neighborly thing.  

He answered the door in a t-shirt. Collar a little stretched, fabric clinging to his biceps. You had to force your eyes to stay on his face.

“Hey,” you said, a little breathier than what you meant. “S-Sorry to bug you. I just-uh… my sink’s acting real funny. The one in the kitchen.”

The kitchen sink was fine.

Joel wiped his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder. “What’s it doin’?”

You shrugged, toying with the straps of your shirt. “Leaking. Making a sound. I dunno.” you said nervously. 

“I can swing by tomorrow,” he said, nodding.

You licked your lips. “I’ll uh…. I’ll leave the door unlocked. In case I’m out. So you just let yourself in.”

Joel’s brow ticked. “You leavin’ your door open for just anyone, darlin’?”

Your heart stuttered. Was he flirting with you? “Uh… no, no.”

He smiled, “I’m just jokin’.” He clapped his hands. “Alright then, I’ll uh.. see ya tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, you turned around and walked back home, your heart about to rip open your chest.  

The next day crept up slowly. You woke up flushed, replaying yesterday’s interaction in your mind like a dream. 

You told yourself not to get too worked up. Not to overthink it. But by mid-afternoon, you were restless. The house felt too warm, your skin even warmer. You kept checking the clock, hoping his knock might come any second. 

And when it didn’t, you grabbed the wine bottle. To cool you down, ofcourse. To calm your nerves. You’d left the door unlocked like you promised him. Just a crack, enough for him to step inside. The kitchen sink was fine. Didn’t need any fixing. But your body…? That was another matter.

You wandered upstairs to your room, still leaving the door cracked, restless and a little tipsy from the wine. The fan hummed softly overhead, but it did nothing to cool the heat spreading low in your belly. Your clothes clung to you, damp from the warmth… and your wetness. You ran your hands down the front of your thighs, exhaling a shaky breath as your fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts. They felt suffocating. You slid them down your legs slowly, the cotton catching slightly on your hips before pooling around your ankles. The air kissed your skin, and you bit the inside of your cheek, goosebumps rising on your legs. 

You sat at the edge of the bed at first, on your back. Your head tilted back, eyes fluttering shit. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way his biceps flexed. His Texas drawl dipped in honey. The way he said your name. 

Your hand drifted over your stomach, skimming lightly, like even your own touch was too much. You didn’t rush, just let your fingertips trace lazy, aimless patterns, dipping lower each time until they reached the waistband of your underwear. There was a steady warmth pulsing at your core, a heat that had been building all day. You let your fingers press down, through the thin fabric, catching your breath at the feeling. You were already so sensitive, so wound up from hours of wanting, of imagining him. You were pretending your hands were his, touching you like this for the first time. You shifted against the sheets, chasing friction, letting your hips tilt just enough to press into your own hand. It was slow at first, knowing your body too damn well, until you started to rub your clit in small circles and gasping softly, your mouth falling open. 

-

Joel told himself he’d swing by later in the afternoon, but something about the way you looked at him yesterday.. the wine flush on your cheeks, the way your fingers played with your shirt straps… He was confused. He was old. Surely, he didn’t think you were flirting with him. Why would someone so pretty, want someone like him? 

The door was exactly as you left it. Unlocked, cracked open a little bit. He still knocked softly at first.

“Hey,” he called, voice low. “it’s Joel, you home?”

No answer.

So he stepped inside, slow and polite, calling your name softly. And suddenly, he heard it. Faint and breathless.

“Joel.. Oh..”

His heart jumped. You sounded like you were in pain, or crying. The sound of your voice had him moving before he could think. He dropped his tools, boots thudding against the stairs, every protective instinct in him lighting up. Another soft moan. “Oh God...”

He didn’t wait. “Darlin,? You alright?” He pushed the door open with his shoulder, chest tight, eyes scanning …. Until he saw you. laying back against the sheets, legs spread, hand between your thighs. Your shorts discarded on the floor. 

You froze. 

Joel froze too.

He wasn't dumb. He caught on what was happening immediately.

His mouth parted like he wanted to speak, but no words came out. His eyes were wide, locked on yours. Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence was thick. 

You sat up in panic, putting your shorts back on. “I-I thought you weren’t coming,” you whispered. 

He looked dazed. He swallowed hard. Took one step closer.

“You left the door open,” he said quietly. “Said I could come in.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think—” You whispered, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. “Joel, I didn’t think you’d—”

He nodded once, firm, eyes still on you. “You say my name like that all the time when you’re alone?”

You couldn’t speak.

He took another step. “I came to fix the sink, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with something rough and warm, “but I think we’ve got somethin’ else that needs my attention.” You swallowed hard, heart hammering like it might break through your ribs. 

Your fingers were still trembling from earlier. From the way you’d whispered his name like a fucking prayer. And now he was here. Real. Solid. Broad shoulders taking up half the space in the room.

You felt small. Exposed. And yet… your body ached for him.

Joel’s eyes dragged down your frame, slow and deliberate. His jaw ticked.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, voice low. “I just… didn’t know you… felt that way about me.” He swallowed. “I wasn’t supposed to see that.” 

Your back straightened, chest still heaving. “Well, I do.” You blinked. “Joel, you should probably just go,” you stammered, voice shaky. You started rambling under your breath, words tumbling over each other like a flood. “I’m so dumb. I’m sorry, Joel. The sink doesn’t even need fixing. I mean, what was I thinking? I just wanted to see you, like some fuckass teenager with a crush. You don’t even like me like that.” You stared at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his eyes, heart pounding loud in your ears.

Joel shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Darlin’, calm down. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said, eyes soft. “I… like you, I’m just surprised,’s all,”

You opened your mouth, words caught in your throat. “I had too much wine. I just need a minute, okay? I’m overwhelmed” 

He nodded, stepping back. “Alright, I’ll head home, okay?” His voice was low, unsure, like he wasn’t quite sure on how to act after that, and neither did you. He slipped quietly without another word. Did you just fuck everything up?

The next day, there was a knock on your door. 

Joel stood there, hand on the back of his head. “Hey,” he said quietly. “Can I…come in for a sec?”

You smiled and stepped aside, still mortified from yesterday. 

He glanced around like he was gathering his thoughts, then finally looked at you. “I been thinkin’ about what happened yesterday.”

You blinked at him, cheeks heating up. Talk about the elephant in the room.  “What do you mean?”

Joel let out a slow breath. “I wanted to apologize. You were embarrassed. Thought I didn’t… want you like that.”

You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.

He continued, gently, “I didn’t mean to walk in on somethin’ so personal. I swear, I only came in ’cause I thought you were hurt. You sounded like you were in pain, and the door was open, and.. I’m sorry.”

You chewed your lip. “Joel, you don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault, I should have closed the door.” You sighed. “I didn’t mean to make things weird”

“Nothing’s weird,” he said. “I just.. Jesus, I had no idea you felt that way about me. And I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around it, ‘cause you’re…” he trailed off, eyes on yours, voice soft. “You’re beautiful, and young. I don’t know how in the world you would want someone like me.”

You stared at him. Your heart was thudding in your chest, heat creeping up your neck, wanting to tell him that you’re a virgin and just blurting it out. “I’ve never… had sex.” Your voice barely carried, but it felt like the loudest thing in the room. “I just wanted you to know.” You paused, cheeks burning, then forced the next part out. “I guess... I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I just want to get it over with, with someone more experienced, you know. To know what it feels like. So, um. That’s what I was thinking about. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Joel blinked, his gaze holding yours, unreadable for a second. His eyes dropped for a second, then came back to yours, voice rough, blurting out a confession himself too. “I thought about you too, last night.”

You blinked, confused. “what?”

His breath hitched. A humorless little laugh left him as he shook his head. “Couldn’t get the image outta my head. We’re even now. Ain’t gotta be embarrassed.”

You tilted your head, searching his face. “are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

His voice was low, thick with something darker, more vulnerable. “No.”

Your breath caught.

He didn’t move. So you kissed him. 

When Joel kissed you back, it was desperate. His hands gripped your waist, rough palms dragging over your back like he was trying to memorize the feel of you. Your fingers tangled in his soft curls at the back of his head, tugging him closer, swallowing the low groan he let out when you parted your lips for him. You whimpered softly into his mouth, pressing your chest to his, needing him even closer. He smelled so good. Like whiskey, and soap, and musk. It invaded your senses, and your brain turned into mush. 

His tongue swept over yours before he broke away to kiss along your jaw, then your neck, open mouthed and breathless. 

“Joel…” you moaned, “Fuck,”

Your knees hit the back of the couch, and the two of you stumbled, breathless and tangled in each other until you fell on top of his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he sank back onto the couch, pulling you down with him. Your legs were straddling him, your hands braced around his neck. Kissing you deeper, his hands roamed your back, your waist, your thighs, like he was trying to touch every part of you all at once. 

You rocked against him as he groaned into your mouth, hips bucking up just slightly. His mouth found your neck once again as you kept moving against him achingly, feeling the thick press of his erection beneath you, hard and growing. You were so turned on it hurt. 

“Shit,” Joel rasped, gripping your hips, trying to hold you still. “Baby…”

You didn’t stop. Couldn’t. You needed him. But his hands stilled you.

He leaned his forehead against yours, kissing your head, chest rising and falling under your palms. “Sweetheart,” he said, voice low and steady now, “we gotta slow down.”

You blinked at him with doe eyes, lips still parted. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” he said quickly, cupping your cheek. “God, no.” He swallowed, eyes on yours. “It’s just… it’s been a long time. And I want this to be good for you.”

He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You really want this?” he asked, voice quiet.

You leaned in, lips brushing his, barely above a whisper, “Yeah. I do.”

His chest rose and fell against yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips before dragging back up again like he was trying to memorize you.

He leaned in and kissed you softly, slow and unhurried, letting it linger, letting your fingers drift up the back of his neck and into his hair. He exhaled into your mouth, and you felt the way his hands gripped you just a little tighter.

Then, without a word, you reached down and tugged gently at the hem of his shirt.

Joel paused, eyes searching yours. But he didn’t stop you.

You lifted the fabric slowly, revealing the scarred, strong lines of his chest. Your fingers brushed over his skin as you pulled the shirt over his head and let it fall somewhere behind the couch.

His breath hitched when you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chest, soft and reverent. Another to his collarbone. Another just above his heart. He wasn’t used to this.

Joel’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, a hand coming up to hold the back of your head like he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this.

You sat up, heart pounding, and slowly reached for your own shirt. You watched his face as you peeled it over your head. his eyes widened slightly, lips parting, awe written all over him like you were a dream came true.

You took his hands and placed them on your waist, his palms warm and steady. Then you leaned in again, and he kissed you hard, lips sliding to your jaw, down your neck. When his mouth finally reached your chest, your breath caught. he was kissing you there, slow and gentle, like he was learning the shape of your breasts with his mouth.

A soft moan escaped you, hips shifting instinctively in his lap. You felt the heat building again, sharp and overwhelming. Every place he touched felt like it burned.

“Joel,” you whispered, voice breathless, “need you to touch me…”

One of his hands slid down slowly, carefully, finding the edge of your waistband. His fingers brushed your skin, teasing, and you gasped softly. You could feel the heat between your thighs, a growing ache that had only sharpened since the moment he walked through your door.

“I’ve never-” you whispered, barely audible.

“I know,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you. We don’t gotta rush a damn thing, sweetheart.”

You nodded, heart pounding, eyes locked with his.

“Jesus,” he rasped, resting his forehead against your chest for a second. “You tell me if anything don’t feel right. Any second. You hear me?”

You nodded again, lips brushing against his temple. “Yeah.”

He leaned back just enough to kiss you again, slower this time like you were something delicate, hands trailing up your spine. You arched slightly as you were dry humping on the couch, gasping at the friction between your core and his erection. You stood up, and discarded your shorts on the floor, just your soaked panties covering you.   When you lowered down on his lap again, your fingers found his, guiding his hand between your thighs.

“You can touch me,” you said quietly. “I want you to.”

Joel let out a quiet groan. “You tell me if it feels too much, alright?” he groaned, voice low and full of heat.

His fingers dipped down between your thighs, finding you through the soft fabric of your underwear. He rubbed slow, careful circles against you, patient and steady,  coaxing every sound out of your lips. 

You gasped softly, hips tilting toward his hand without meaning to. “Joel…”

“That feel good?” he rasped, lips brushing your jaw, his voice rough but gentle, making sure you were okay.

You nodded, too breathless to speak. Your fingers curled into his hair, holding on as he kept rubbing you through the thin cotton, your arousal soaking through. He could feel how wet you were, even like this.

“Jesus, baby…” he breathed, his voice thick. “You’re already so worked up for me.”

You whimpered as your hips began moving on their own, grinding against the heel of his hand. Joel’s breath caught, he was getting worked up too, chest rising fast, jaw clenched. His free hand slid up your back, gripping your waist like he needed something to hold onto.

He groaned again, almost like it hurt. “You keep movin’ like that, sweetheart, and I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

Carefully, he slid his hand beneath your waistband, fingers finally touching you bare. You gasped, the heat of his skin against yours sending a shiver up your spine. Then, ever so gently, he slid one thick finger inside you, slow and deliberate.

“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple as you clenched around him. “You’re alright. Atta girl. Just like that,”

You whimpered again, his finger moving in slow strokes, your hips rocking toward his hand instinctively. He added a second finger, easing you open while his thumb stroked soft circles against your clit.

It was overwhelming, in the best way possible. The stretch, the warmth of him, the way he watched your every reaction like he couldn’t look away. This was so different compared to your own fingers. You knew it would feel good, but not like this. Definitely not like this. 

You whimpered, getting closer, reaching the climax as your hips stuttered against his hand. Joel was whispering quiet praises into your skin, fingers moving slow and steady inside you, coaxing you open like he had all the time in the world. Your thighs trembled, your body arching into his touch, and the pressure inside you built with every breathless second.

“Joel,” you whimpered, voice breaking, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, my god…”

“Right there?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You’re doin’ so good, baby. Just let go for me.”

Your body tightened, back arching, and then the wave came over you. your climax washing over you all at once, sharp and warm, overwhelming and dizzying. You gasped, clinging to him, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you cried out his name.

Joel groaned, holding you through it, kissing your temple and whispering sweet nothings as your body shook against him.

“That’s it,” he whispered, slowing his fingers as you came down. “You’re alright. I got you.”

You were breathless, body still burning for him, for something more. “Joel… I want to feel you.”

He stilled, lifting his head to meet your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, fingers curled around his wrist. “I want you inside me.”

His gaze searched yours for any flicker of doubt. There wasn’t any. Just need.

He gently guided you off his lap, helping you lie back along the couch. The cushions dipped under you, the living room warm and quiet except for the sound of your shared breathing.

Joel stood for a moment, just looking at you. Then his hands went to his belt, undoing it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You watched as he slid his jeans down, then his boxers, breath catching when you caught sight of him, thick, hard, and flushed at the tip. He knelt between your legs, bracing a hand on the couch beside your head, the other guiding himself gently as he settled over you.

You reached for him, touching his chest, then his face, grounding yourself in the heat of his body.

Joel hovered over you, breathing heavy, gaze locked on yours like he didn’t want to miss a single second. He lined himself up slowly, hand cupping the back of your head against the couch cushion like you were something precious.

When he pushed in slow, careful, giving you time to adjust, you both gasped. Your fingers clutched at his back, nails digging in, and Joel groaned low in his throat, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Oh my god.

Your thoughts spiraled.

This feels so good.

It was everything you hadn’t let yourself imagine. full, warm, overwhelming in the best way. You couldn’t believe how right it felt, how gentle he was, how every slow thrust was lined with care and need.

This. This is why you waited for someone like him. For Joel.

His body pressed flush against yours, one hand bracing by your head, the other still gently cradling it like he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you. He rocked into you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, his breath ragged against your cheek, whispering your name like a prayer.

“Goddamn,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

You whimpered, already fluttering around him, your body starting to tremble again. “I-I think I’m close again,” you whispered, voice breaking.

“Me too, baby,” he murmured, voice cracking as he started to move faster, hips snapping a little deeper now, rougher but still so tender it made your chest ache.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips brushing his jaw as your body built toward the edge again. He kept whispering to you, grounding you, worshiping you through every second until everything tightened, and then you broke for the second time.

You came with a cry against his skin, body shaking around him as he groaned loudly, hips stuttering.

“Shit-darlin’, I’m gonna,” Joel gasped, and then you felt him follow, his body trembling with the force of it, buried deep and breathless. It was intense. 

Joel was still above you, calming down his breathing, foreheads pressed together, your bodies tangled and slick with heat. His hand was still cradling your head. 

You could still feel the aftershocks in your thighs, your chest, the gentle tremble in your fingers. Your heart was hammering. You’ve had orgasms before. You touched yourself often. But this was something else. You’ve never had this kind of orgasm before. Every careful touch, every word, every look… he'd made you feel safe. Worshipped. Taken care of.

You blinked up at him through the haze, and he looked down at you like he was in awe.

“You alright?” he murmured.

You nodded, dazed. “Mmmm.”

He exhaled softly, lips brushing your temple, and kissed it. Then your cheek. Then your mouth…slow, like he had all the time in the world now.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” he said against your lips.

You didn’t protest when he gently pulled out, made quick work of cleaning you up as best he could with trembling hands and soft apologies, finding a blanket from your couch to wrap you in.

Then, like it was nothing,he lifted you into his arms. You curled against him instinctively, head tucked beneath his chin, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he carried you upstairs like you weighed nothing.

Your bedroom was dim, bed undone, but it didn’t matter. Joel set you down carefully, then climbed in beside you without a word. One of his arms slid beneath your head, pulling you close, his other hand resting lightly on your stomach beneath the blanket.

You sighed, melting into him.

For a while, neither of you said a thing. Just breathing. Just feeling. His thumb traced lazy little circles against your skin, and you let your eyes drift shut.

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[noahsfault]

I’m going to tell you something nobody told me:

It is O-fucking-Kay if you think you’re trans except for that one thing

If you think you might be a girl but you like having your hair short, or you don’t like wearing dresses, or you don’t want to wear makeup, that is totally okay

If you think you might be a guy but you like having long hair or you really love skirts or you wear lots of sparkly jewellery, that is totally okay

If you think you might be nonbinary but you really like presenting in a way that aligns with your agab, that is totally okay

If you think you might be trans but you aren’t sure if you want hormones, that is totally okay

If you think you’re trans “except for…” that is totally okay and get this: you don’t have to change that part of yourself to be trans

You can if you want to, but if you don’t, that is totally okay

[whimsicalnancy]

— i got into the void state back to back 4 times

guys, i think I've found a cheat code to effortlessly reprogram the subconscious mind to enter the void state, tho it can be used for other things as well.

the cheat code:

so, I was honestly getting so bored of making and listening to the same old type of subliminals. you know… the typical affirmations on loop, layered with rain sounds or some aesthetic music. they worked, sure but I kept thinking, there has to be a smarter, smoother, unique way to speak to the subconscious.

so I was just sitting and thinking...umm if my future self already had everything I wanted. how would she talk? how would she act?

and this wild idea popped into my head out of nowhere:

“wait… what if I recorded a fake interview with my future self?”

like “hey, how has your life changed after the void?”

and me then answering the question and yapping as if I have already had mastered the void..

BRUH, HOLD ON

i’m not gonna lie, I felt like an absolute genius in that moment. like when I would be focused on the interview, background sub affirmation will sweep in through my subconscious. giggled so hard.

i did some research and let me tell you why this is a genius idea and why this would work.

• it activates neuroplasticity through simulation:

when you listen to a conversation that sounds like your future self casually recalling success, it triggers mental simulation a process where the brain mentally rehearses an experience. thanks to neuroplasticity, our brain begins rewiring itself to adapt to this new "reality," even if it hasn't happened yet.

• bypasses critical filters and reconstructs self-image:

typical affirmations often trigger the Reticular Activating System (RAS) to filter them out if they don't align with your current self-image. but when you're hearing a relaxed, believable conversation like "Yeah, it's just normal now, i don't chase it anymore" it flies under the radar. this style avoids resistance and quietly restructures your internal self-schema, making lasting changes to your identity without inner conflict.

• it engages the limbic system for emotional encoding:

subliminals that evoke emotion trigger the limbic system, the emotional core of the brain responsible for memory and behavioral shifts. when you hear yourself speaking from a place of fulfillment like joy, ease, or pride - it creates emotional anchors in your subconscious. this emotional charge imprints the new belief deeply, making the transformation stick in a way dry affirmations can't replicate.

my success with this:

i decided to make a subliminal based on that idea, for the void. i kept the affirmations low in the background and made the interview part fully audible. I recorded myself answering interview-style questions in my own voice, but as if I were already the version of me who had completely mastered the void. and putting it all together took over 2hr not gonna lie, but it was all WORTH IT 💅🏻🫶🏻

even while I was creating it, i kept getting this giddy, butterfly-in-my-stomach kind of feeling. like, listening to MYSELF talk about MY dream life? ugh, it was something else.

anyway, when it was finally done, i was like, "I'll try it out tonight." but of course, my curious little self couldn’t wait. so i hit play immediately. laid there, sometimes zoning in on the interview going on, sometimes just vibing with the calm music. halfway through, I started feeling symptoms but since you’re not supposed to focus on them, i redirected my attention right back to the interview.

and then BAM! everything went silent. like, really silent. the next moment i could hear the subliminal again. then it went all black. then i heard the sub again. it was like i was literally going in and out of the void on a loop. wild, right? 💀 i was laying there with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, completely amazed. then before i could attempt again, my mom called me and i had to go.

now cut to that night, i literally jumped onto my bed like it was a trampoline, put on my subliminal, and just laid there. and yep, symptoms showed up again. then pitch black. i was like, “wait, lemme check if I’m in the void,” and that’s where I messed up, the moment i brought my awareness to the 3D, poof, i was out. AGAIN. i was like, girl, what are you doing???”

but I was too tired to care, so i replayed the subliminal, didn’t focus too hard, and just started making scenarios in my head to help me sleep. and then, out of nowhere, i felt this wierd, tingly pull, my heart was racing like crazy. and yup,

there i was, in the void, the pure consciousness!

calm 💅🏻 quiet 💅🏻 all pitch black 💅🏻

this time, i didn’t even bother checking or analyzing shit. i just stayed chill and eventually fell asleep ‘cause I was completely wiped out.

did i manifest:

not yet. after my last void attempt, i haven’t really tried to get in again. i’ve been working on upgrading the sub and fixing a few music issues. but guess what? i’m planning to use the sub to enter the void again on my birthday and manifest something special for me. something i had been desiring for decades:) and when i do, i’ll show y’all, just like I did with my other manifestations in the past. better be ready babe.

final words:

if anyone else has already played around with this concept or came up with something like this before, big love and credit to you<3

and people, steal this idea! just talk to yourself, literally.

sit down and have a full on convo like you’re the version of you who already has it all. whether you call it your higher self, future self, or just “that version of me” .. speak from that place. out loud. say how your life feels now, what you’ve created, how normal it all is.

stop waiting. start being.

[yandere-sins]

Charming the Tyrant Emperor

A new isekai story from me? I know, bonkers! Actually inspired by the blurb I read on an actual isekai manga/manhwa/etc. BUT I liked the idea enough that I didn't read the story so I could write my own yandere version of it, hope you guys enjoy it ♥

Characters: Yandere!Emperor x Isekai!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, Forced Marriage Trope, Isekai Trope, Depiction of War, Violence, Attempted Murder (not from or on the reader)

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Sighing, you put down the packaging of the game you just loaded up, having hoped it would give you any clue about what it was all about.

A dark, black box with only the game's title imprinted on it—Fated Encounters—was as helpful as a blindfold in the streets. Thus, you threw it over your shoulder, hearing it plop onto your bed as you stared back at the character creation screen you had worked on for a while.

You had to admit, your character was really damn cute, from the pretty eyes to the custom outfit you put together. But at the same time, not knowing what the game was all about, it was hard to decide what was needed now: stats.

"Weird game," you mumbled, feeling slightly irritated at the lack of direction you had received. The friend who told you about it had simply called it "the best game I have ever played" before leaving you behind at the game store after having pushed the box into your hand. They felt very off lately, but you didn't know why. So you thought maybe if you played their favorite game, you could get them out of their shell and to spend time with you again.

Naturally, you could play it safe and just put an equal amount of points in all the stats, but where was the fun in that? You didn't know what occupation your main character had and had no idea what alignment you wanted them to have throughout the run, so you were like a stranded whale when choosing the right stats—utterly helpless.

And out of frustration about it, you decided to say fuck it.

Pressing the button of your controller, you held it until all of the points you were given went into charisma. Who needed strength, magic, defense, and health when you could simply talk your way out of every dangerous situation? Make everyone believe you were innocent and sweet while dodging the possible bullets. With your lack of knowledge about the game, it was the best choice, and if you liked the game, you could still revisit it with better stats next time!

Clicking 'start' almost excited you as you waited for the screen to change from black to an intro cutscene, but instead, another confirmation popped up, asking you, "Are you sure you want to proceed with these choices? Note: All choices have consequences."

"Ominous," you chuckled before hitting the confirmation again. The game made a small sound of acceptance before it finally turned black and stayed this way. Seconds passed, and you started to press all buttons, up, down, left, and right, until finally, you gave up, accepting that all your hard work creating this character had just been in vain, as your system must have frozen.

Frustrated, you forced a manual shut-down of your game system, discarding the controller somewhere on the table before getting up and letting yourself fall head-first into the mattress. What a stupid idea this was, you thought to yourself as you felt the hard box of the game poke your stomach. Anger unleashed upon the poor box as you yanked it out and discarded it on the floor, instant regret overcoming you as you hoped it wasn't broken so you could return the game.

You would definitely not go through all this work again to play it.

No way!

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You awoke to the sounds of screaming.

Bellowing voices were all around you, yelling at one another, grunting, despairing. The ground beneath you shook with ferocity as the bangs of explosions hit you from both sides, barely shielded by the ringing in your ears. Alerted, you pushed your hands into the surface beneath you and felt your fingers dig into what felt like loose earth or sand while you tried to focus. What had happened? You only just fell asleep after being so frustrated with the game you couldn't play. Why had the atmosphere changed so drastically?

Gripping your head, a surge of pain went through you, a nasty gash on your forehead wetting your palm. The red was striking even through your blurred vision as you gazed at your hand, and reality was still hard to grasp as your senses suddenly cleared, letting in the unmistakable sounds of war all around you.

Hastily, you looked around, trying to focus on one thing and all at the same time. This place didn't look like your home at all! There was neither a bed nor your gaming setup around that clearly marked it as your room. Instead, you saw dirt everywhere, flames rising from bushes and trees, and the worst part—bodies.

Countless humanoid bodies lay in the dirt, the ground stained with what could only be blood. Most were face down, arrows sticking from their backs, spears slammed through the armor some of them wore. Some of their heads were rolled to the side, staring at you lifelessly, and for some reason, you were overcome by guilt, as if it had been your fault they died. You grabbed yourself by the arms as you were overcome by the horror, finally realizing you were on some battlefield, wounded and terrified, with no idea how you got there.

Had your country been attacked while you slept? How could you have not noticed it? Where was your family, why did these bodies look so medieval? What the hell was going on?!

Next to you, another person stirred, clad in black armor and clearly in pain. You crawled over to the knight, helm covering his face while he clutched his side.

"Hey! Hey, stay calm!" you called out to him, and he jerked at your voice, probably just as scared as you were. "It's going to be alright," you assured him, looking his body over for wounds until you noticed the gaping opening his hand tried to press down on.

"It's okay," you kept assuring him, hoping he wouldn't notice the wavering in your voice. You had no idea if it would be okay or not. Honestly, it looked pretty bad for him. All you knew was that one should press down on wounds to stop the bleeding, and although you felt bad, you put more pressure on top of the knight's hand, hoping that would help.

"Why..." he grunted, and you gulped.

"We have to stop the bleeding so we can get you to someone who can help! A-A doctor... healer, something like that! I don't know, I'm sorry! This is all so strange, I have no idea what's going on! I'm doing my best! I just don't know what to do! I'm so so sorry!"

Your whole body was wracked with shivers as you tried to assist and help this person somehow when the sound of his voice suddenly cut through your panic in a way you didn't expect.

He chuckled.

"No, why would you help me?"

"You're hurt..." you whispered in response, saying it before thinking clearly.

"It's war. Would you not want your enemy to be hurt?" he asked, his voice lightening with curiosity. Even if the concept of war was so unfamiliar, only known through stories and history to someone like you, you understood that he meant that hurt and death were inevitable when two sides clashed. Still, it meant very little to you, who couldn't bear these thoughts even though you had to have them.

"War is awful! No one deserves to be in pain or die!" you sobbed, tears having collected in your eyes. This wasn't the right moment for your pity party; after all, this man was probably as good as dead. Yet here you were, making it about yourself and your stupid, conflicted feelings. But this guy was perhaps the same as you, lying in the dirt, scared and frightened. You didn't want the closest thing to an ally you had, to die miserably.

"I don't want this! I don't want you to die! I don't care if you're my enemy! You deserve to live and be happy! Enjoy your life, eat good food, and be in love with someone who loves you just the same! It's not fair! No one should have to die in vain!" you yelled, and it took him a moment before he laughed softly, rolling his head over the ground.

"Your Highness, get away!" someone yelled, the voice clear and strangely familiar as the black knight next to you suddenly rose from his early grave. Even though you both sat on the ground, he towered over you, the shining black of his armor looming like death incarnate. His hand reached up towards your face but instead caught your wrist from where it had touched him. You jolted in surprise, his grip crushing as it wrapped around you. Gasping out in pain, an arrow suddenly came swooshing through the air, cutting close enough to the knight's grip on you that you could feel the wind on your exposed skin around your hand, tearing you out of your fear and pain.

For a moment, his grip softened, and this time, your body responded perfectly, yanking yourself out of his hold and toppling back. It was neither elegant nor careful. It hurt as your elbows crashed onto the ground, your lower back taking most of the blow, but at least you were a few inches away from that strange knight.

Strong arms hooked underneath your body, the presence of many people surrounding you as you were lifted from the ground swiftly. You heard all sorts of armor clanking and clicking as people moved around, but even more so, you were forced to listen to the blood-curdling screams of soldiers being struck down right in front of you.

Was it the black knight or the ones now crowding around you? All of the people here wore silver plates, but you could only see hints of black through the gaps in their formation.

"Your Highness, you need to leave right now! It's too dangerous to remain here!" the soldier that held you from behind yelled over the screams, and without asking for permission, your hand was once again gripped by a bigger one, dragging you after him as he ran.

More knights closed in as you two stumbled in the opposite direction, shouting and attacking enemies behind you while you stumbled over your feet, trying to keep up. Hand lodged tightly in the iron grip of the knight, he didn't look back as he made his way through the soldiers, almost as if his mission wasn't fighting but rather fleeing.

Not so much you. Somehow, you couldn't shake off the need to look back, to assure yourself, to see something you weren't yet in the place to judge.

There he stood amongst the silver knights, flames reflecting in the brilliance of his black armor. You had been sure he had been severely wounded. Yet, he swung around his battle axe effortlessly, striking down the soldiers one after the other as if they were no match for him.

"Hurry, your Highness!" the soldier yelled, tugging you forward repeatedly as the black knight's head appeared to look up. He met your gaze in a bizarre look as it was covered in his helmet, yet you could feel his eyes drilling into you, fixating on yours while he was being attacked.

It was you who had to break the strange eye contact as you were suddenly gripped by your hips and unceremoniously lifted into the air, falling into a saddle on top of a nervously stomping horse. Reigns shoved into your hands, you yelled out in surprise as the animal took off, no regard to its rider's condition, and you could only cling to the reigns and saddle as it gallopped of to who-knows-where.

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"He keeps advancing towards us, showing no signs of stopping."

"He won't stop no matter how much gold and resources we promised him! Open your eyes, Minister! It's not like he spared any of the cities he rode through during his conquest! They don't call him the "cruel tyrant" for nothing!"

Many men shouted angrily around the large table, making their panic and frustration known as they discussed how to stop the tyrannical approach of the new emperor who reigned over even his own vassal state. From small ministers to military captains, no one knew what to do, and the pressure threatened to overcome all of them. The crown on your head still felt as heavy as the first time they forced you to wear it—unfamiliar, not right. They called you their Queen, yet you didn't feel royal at all.

Because you weren't, you were an imposter.

For all you knew, you had taken over some noble's body while they were attacked by the emperor's forces. That noble turned out to be of quite a high standing, putting you into this awful position of ruling a queendom. No matter how much you asked for information from the people around you, they'd give you weird looks, expecting you to know the answers to your own questions. Still, you couldn't exactly tell them you weren't that person either, not knowing what they'd do with you if that were to happen.

And it was all that stupid game's fault.

You had no idea how this could have possibly happened. "Isekai" was only ever a concept you had seen in stories and games. But when you sat in front of a mirror for the first time, you immediately remembered the face that looked back at you—the character you had created. The disconnect to your body was severe and real; no matter how much you rubbed your face and grimaced at your reflection (the maid giving you apprehensive glances), you had to eventually accept that this body was who you were. Things still didn't make sense, but you tried your best in the new role, although it never felt right.

"If only someone had killed the emperor when they had the chance," one of the ministers noted with a dramatic sigh. All eyes fell on you for just a short moment, making you cower. You couldn't have known! That's what you kept telling yourself. He technically told you he was your enemy, but how would you have known that without playing the game? But you doubted you could have really killed the black knight—the emperor—even if someone had told you that he was your mortal enemy. Even if your body was that of the monarch under attack by the emperor, you didn't have a sword and much less the will to kill someone.

However, your hesitation made you look incapable in everyone else's eyes.

Now, you didn't just have to deal with the upcoming attack—your head still throbbing from the gash whenever you thought about the war—you were also scrutinized by everyone for failing to protect them from the emperor's advances. It was a lot to handle for someone so wholly underprepared as you were. This wasn't your life, but for them, it was all they had ever known.

The door being suddenly thrown open saved you from yet again explaining why you didn't kill the emperor when you had the chance. Why you let him live despite "knowing" who he was. All eyes fell on the butler standing in the doorway, panting heavily, holding up a letter and fanning it in the air with urgency.

"Your Highness!" he yelled through despite the lack of hair. "A letter arrived! A letter from... from... the emperor!"

Gasps went through the rows of people as the one closest to the door jumped up, ripping the letter from the butler and opening it. Some ministers gave each other worried looks, and some stretched their heads towards the one reading the letter as if to see better.

Suddenly, the minister rejoiced, laughing out loudly, and you were uncertain if that was a good or bad sign. He did sound indignant, but at the same time, he seemed to have just solved all the worries in the world.

"An alliance! The emperor wants a marriage alliance with us!"

People sprung from their seats as they cheered, although some of the older ones sent worried glances towards you. "The war is over!" someone yelled, and more of them fell into a chant as they danced around the table. But could it really be that easy?

"Uhm, I'm sorry?" you called out, gathering the attention of those still seated. "The emperor wants to marry who?"

Now, all the eyes were back on you as the cheers died down. The letter was passed towards you, the oldest, wisest minister at your right looking it over, adjusting his monocle to read it properly. Sputtering a little, he lowered the paper again, leaning forward and reaching for your hand, cupping it gently, encouragingly. Yet, you didn't feel comforted at all.

"That would be you, your Highness."

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Still as the dead, you stood in the forest clearing, waiting. Everyone around you was tense as they waited for the emperor's delegation. But you were long past nervosity. Between the letter and the arranged date to hand you over to the emperor's delegation were months of tears and training.

You tried to revolt and make the people understand that you couldn't possibly marry him! But it all fell on deaf ears when you screamed and raged. Rumors had reached you of how he had killed potential spouses for less. How this was all a facade and how the emperor would still ruthlessly conquer the land that had made you its ruler and then kill you to mock them on top of it. And you had shed many, many tears pleading for your life. Almost everyone had cried with you, chastizing you while their own hearts broke, taking pity on you, and comforting you.

But to these people, you were the only hope they had.

Perhaps you would have conducted yourself more gracefully if you had been their real queen. Accepting your fate and enduring the strict training needed to ensure you were perfect for the emperor. When you asked them to stop pleadingly, they would. But after a brief rest, you were forced to train again, your muscle memory of very little help when all the etiquette wasn't good enough for the empire's standards. It was while you were training that you finally understood something.

Every choice had consequences.

The game had warned you before starting and freezing on you. If you acted up, threw tantrums, raged, and went against what the people wanted, you got nowhere. But instead, if you sympathized with them, asked nicely, and conducted yourself well, you got everything you wanted. Giving them what they desired always ended in you getting your will. All points in charm, right?

So, if you wanted to survive, then you had to find out what the emperor desired. Quickly.

All of your senses were in survival mode, making you seem graceful and dignified while you waited, going through countless scenarios in your head. If he wanted money, you'd tell him how to construct something lucrative from your world. If he wished to reign the world, you'd offer him to conduct peace treaties in his name, having to charm more people so they'd agree. You had devised a solution to almost every problem when birds flew out of the trees, alerted by the incoming caravan.

On your way to the empire, you'd listen intently to the delegate to be prepared. Everything would be fine. You could do it. All points in charm would help you! You had trained yourself for this and made sure you were more aware of people. Everything would be fine!

But you didn't expect to see the black armor that haunted your dreams to lead the delegation, the emperor himself arriving before you the moment his horse stepped out into the clearing.

You drew in your breath sharply before bowing deeply as his horse came to a halt in front of you while your heart raced. The clattering of armor took you back to the war, your body wincing with trauma. You weren't prepared for this, his heavy footsteps shaking your resolve as they approached. Some maids gasped in horror, the soldiers on your side readying their weapons to defend you.

How could they? Everyone knew what he was capable of!

But they loved you too much to not defend you with their life if they had to. So you remained low—for their sake, too. Until a hand reached beneath your chin, cold metal clinging to your skin as your head was lifted, forcing you to face your worst fear.

With you standing straight again, he still towered above you, much like when you met him on the battlefield. His touch lingered as he reached around his head with his free hand, pulling off his helmet. His looks hadn't been much of a surprise as the emperor had sent you his painting along with countless presents once the deal was made. But still. He was devilishly handsome for such a cruel man, with hair as black as his armor and eyes as red as only the fiend could have.

"There you are," he murmured, only meant for your ears. "I've been waiting for this."

"So have I," you replied quickly, not wanting to disgruntle him at the first meeting despite your voice wavering with fear. It wasn't the ideal situation—perhaps there never would be one—but your plan was still solid: find out what he desired and force him to keep you alive to get it.

His gaze shifted from one of your eyes to the other, searching for a lie. But it wasn't. Ever since you realized you couldn't change the fate that was to befall you, only sweeten it, you had waited for the day you'd meet him.

Pleased with his findings, or the lack thereof, his lips cracked into a wide grin, befitting of the cruel tyrant as it paired well with the glint in his eyes to reveal only madness. So far, it had gone well, but you couldn't count on his mood appearing to be favorable. He was as unpredictable as his strategies on the battlefield; that much you had learned already about him. To further fall into his good graces was all you could do.

"I was surprised about your proposal," you spoke calmly, putting some of those charms to work. Reaching up, you pulled the emperor's hand from your chin, instead cupping his palm over your cheek and holding it there. The emperor watched every one of your moves with curious interest, probably expecting you to try and kill him at any given time as well. Almost, you two were alike like this.

"I didn't expect you to want--"

"You."

You forced a grin, chuckling curtly, and his expression sank slightly. "Yes, me. Why me? Why not someone from the empire or the other states? What could you want with little ol' me?"

Lips curled back even more, showing off teeth that seemed almost predatorily sharp before the emperor suddenly burst into laughter, doubling over while still holding your face in his palm. The soldiers around you two were completely taken aback at the emperor's sudden outburst, inching closer while some backed away in fear. He regained his composure quickly, though, bringing his other hand up to cup your face fully now between them as he chuckled, inspecting your face thoroughly.

"You have such a refreshing way of speaking, my dear. Unlike any other noble I've ever met. And I could just eat you up for it." His thumb loosened from the side of his hand, rubbing over your cheeks gently. The metal left a cold smear on your skin, but you forced yourself not to react to it, holding his gaze firmly while you feared that looking away could be your death sentence.

"But that was not the reason," he clarified, and you gave him a small nod, indicating that it was fine with you. "It was what you said on the battlefield. That you didn't want me to die. Me. Do you know how many of our peers disagree on that? Do you know how many I have beheaded for less than wishing for my death?"

"I do not."

He stared at you with this maddening smile on his lips before the emperor's expression suddenly softened, his thumb returning to caress your cheek. "Good," he sighed, sounding almost relieved. "I don't want to scare you. Very well then."

Letting his hands fall from your face, you still didn't feel like grasping the situation completely, but you didn't hold on to him, watching instead as he hiked up his pants, adjusting the armor over his legs before taking a knee in front of you. Everyone—including his side of soldiers—gasped, but the emperor paid them no mind. The boon of the strongest must have been that no matter what he did, he couldn't care less about the opinions of others, and he made it very clear, asking silently for your hand by presenting his own.

There was no reason to refuse him, so you placed yours into his palm, letting it linger as he reached upwards, pushing back the sleeve on your arm. His grip tightened as the bruises you had suffered from your training were exposed, face falling as he looked at the damaged goods that you felt like. Panic rose as you feared his anger, and you quickly reached over to push down the fabric again when his eyes fell from the wounds to yours, overpowering you and pushing the sleeve out of the way.

"I promise to take you as my spouse," he announced solemnly, leaning down to kiss the back of your head.

"To love and honor you, as will you, me," his lips wandered upwards as he muttered the words, kissing the small specks of bruises littering your arm.

"Not to hurt or trouble you," he looked up, lips curling into a cheeky grin as he lightly bit your arm, making you gasp before adding much more quietly, "Unless you like it."

"And protect you until my dying breath."

Finalizing his oath, the emperor quickly got up again, smiling at you like a child on Christmas. You had no idea what kind of awkwardness lay in your own expression, but when he offered his arm, proceeding with the handover, you barely hesitated to link yours with his. As if this new life wasn't surreal enough, you didn't understand his character at all. Was he a terrible tyrant or a kind husband in the making? Mad or simply living up to what people expected of him? Searching for comfort in you or planning something devious and evil?

But before you could ponder these thoughts, you heard a sudden commotion behind your back, making you look back only to see one of your soldiers break out of the protective formation and charge toward your new husband with a dagger raised.

"Die, you monster!" he yelled, aiming for the emperor's back. However, your husband twisted around without letting your arm fall, catching the dagger in his free hand. "Careful," he grumbled. "You could hurt my wife with that."

With a strong yank that you only saw, not felt, the emperor discarded the dagger, his soldiers crowding in and grabbing your knight, kicking his knee until he was doubled over. With an appalled gasp, you detached from your husband's arm, but he caught your hand, pressing his palm to yours and linking your fingers forcefully, every one of his movements deliberate, yet no less oppressing, as if to make a point.

"Tell me what to do with the traitor, my Love," your husband asked, eerily asking for your opinion. You gulped, the life of the knight weighing heavy on your mind like the crown. Looking at the emperor, he was waiting patiently for your decision, but you knew he had no intentions of letting this knight live, and you gulped. You had to survive. You had to put yourself first, even if it hurt.

"I don't want any more bloodshed. It makes me feel terrible," you whispered, looking away in defeat. "But I understand if its what you have to do."

All you had was your charm. You could have pleaded for the knight's life, but if it wasn't what the emperor wanted, you wouldn't convince him and risk your own. The words left you with a heavy heart, but it was the best you could do for yourself. You had to save yourself if you wanted to make any change—and that was hard enough.

"Very well, then," the emperor announced suddenly, turning away from the knight that attacked him, instead wrapping your arm around his again. Confused, you looked back as your husband moved onwards towards the carriage, glimpsing the same confusion in the eyes of the other soldiers.

"You're not going to kill him?" you asked as the emperor signaled for a servant to open the door to the carriage, making sure you had a steady hold on him as he led you into the inside.

"No. You said it makes you unwell. I don't want that."

"But... why?" you asked, feeling a little stupid as you took a seat in the luxurious carriage, much better than the one your state had provided for you to travel to this spot. "Isn't that what you want?"

"Again, you ask about what I want. Is that all you care about?"

You gulped, feeling busted as you watched him climb inside right behind you, his armor making it hard to move, but he managed just fine. Still, his question felt genuine and less like he expected something, so you decided to play dumb.

"Is it not the most important thing for your wife to know?" you mumbled, the subservience in your own question almost making you gag. It was hard to throw away your values, even if, in the age of this game's setting, you had to play along unless you had the strength to rise above.

The moment he sat down, the carriage began to move, your body losing its strength at the unexpected movement. However, sturdy arms caught you, helping you to sit upright again and find the emperor's gaze on you, his expression briefly worried before it grew serious. It felt like you messed up big time, and that so shortly after meeting him, too.

But then the seriousness cracked away again as he smiled, shaking his head softly. "Ridiculous," he mumbled, his eyes flitting up to meet yours again after taking a deep breath. "I just can't be mad at you, no matter how stupid your questions are. Aren't you glad you are such a charmer?"

Yes. Very glad. Very, very glad. At least at that moment.

"Then I will say it once more," he announced. "Make sure to not forget it, as I won't repeat myself a third time."

With comical playfulness, he poked your forehead, making you scrunch up your face, and he laughed at your expression in return.

"When we were on the battlefield, and you told me you didn't want me to die, I realized I couldn't. You may have been simply pitying me or trying to be nice in my last moments, but my body was overcome with vigor as if you had commanded it not to die. That's how sincere your words felt."

He leaned back, but his eyes never left you, even as he took a break from talking to seize you up. You had an inkling that without knowing about your skills yet, all points in charms must have worked back then, too.

"Almost like you put a curse on me..." he added, eyes narrowing as he thought. Gripping your thighs, you realized that, technically, this wasn't good news. Technically, you had caused this mess. All choices had consequences, and you made one without realizing it by telling him not to die.

"You are the only one who wishes for me to live, so I knew you were the only one who could stand by me. And now look what you make of me, no more wars, no bloodshed, just as you demand. Do you know what that means now?"

"That you... want to settle down?" you mumbled, half joking, half unable to think of a better response.

"No." Again, he tapped you on the forehead, and you got a feeling it was his way of reprimanding you.

"I will do as I said, protect you, love you, honor you. As long as you are with me, I will be good. I can't promise to be peaceful all the time, but at least in front of you, I'll keep my vows, and I assume you, too, bear responsibility for taking everything I want from me and replacing it with what you want. Our encounter must have been fate, as nothing could shake me until you came along. So tell me, and I hope you took note, what do I want?"

Silence fell over you two as you tried to work through all the information you had acquired. He'd stop waging war? Would stop the bloodshed? Just because you wanted him to live and he wants to honor his vows in return? This could never undo the harm you knew he had already caused to so many, but it had the potential to better the future.

"You want..." you mumbled, thinking about what it could be. It felt as if it was on the tip of your tongue, but no matter what scenario you recalled playing through in your head, you couldn't find one that fit. No money, no territory, just something he claimed he already told you.

Your eyes widened as you realized it, and the cruel emperor's grin widened madly in response.

"Correct," he murmured, leaning forward until his lips were brushing against yours, his palm returning to cradle your cheek.

"You. I want you."

[urmum-lovesme]

Bunny (P8)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: I was worried you guys were gonna bomb my house after the chapter yesterday so I though I gotta dish this out quick, so here's the next part. This chapter is so hot- but so gut wrenching. no further comments.

(thats a lie- lowkey re-reading this now about to post and think I shifted through the chapter in the tense I was writing in, lowkey not deep but my apologies 😬)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, strip tease, lap dance, sexual tension, emotional distress, mentions of past harassment (implied sexual assault and rape), kinda smut but not really, sad and stressed bunny :(

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Rafe’s steps were slow, unhurried, leading the girl up the staircase, the only glow in the dimly lit house coming from the room at the end of the hall. Y/N followed without a word, the air thick, her pulse matching the steady beat of their ascent. She had never been in this house before, but she had never expected it to feel like this. When they reached the office, Rafe pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. The scent of expensive cologne and whiskey filled her senses. He moved with a quiet confidence, walking toward the small bar cart in the corner, where he poured himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the light. He barely glanced at her before tilting the glass slightly in her direction.

“Want one?”

“No.”

She shook her head as she looked away from him, her gaze darting around the four walls. His eyes flickered over her, unreadable, before he took a slow sip murmuring out,

“Suit yourself"

Y/N shifted on her feet, taking in the room. It was painfully neat, every book on the shelf precisely aligned, the desk practically untouched save for a few scattered papers. Her eyes wandered, landing on the fireplace, and above it, a framed picture of three kids. Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe himself- years younger, looking at the camera dressed smartly- if she had to take a guess she assumed it must've been for Midsummers. She swallowed, forcing her eyes away from the frame just as Rafe leaned back against his desk, glass in hand. He was watching her. Studying. The same way he always did, but there was something different now. Maybe it was her or maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t snapping at him like usual, wasn’t fighting him for control over whatever this thing between them was. She cleared her throat, crossing her arms.

“So...?”

Rafe exhaled through his nose, amused at her impatience. He swirled his whiskey in his glass, watching her.

“You’re actin' strange”

Her jaw tightened as she kept her arms tightly folded, “That a problem?”

“No,” He took another sip, letting the silence stretch, letting her sit in it “just an observation.”

She hated that he was good at reading her, hated that he noticed things, hated his stupid fucking smugness. Hated even more that he was right. But instead of answering, she just shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting. Rafe finally set his glass down on the deep mahogany desk, leaning against it, running his tongue along his teeth before speaking.

“Y/N, what are you actually doing here?”

Her stomach tensed, because she knew what he was really asking. God, she'd slapped him in the fucking face and now she was here, in his office, in his house. Yet she also knew she wasn’t about to give him a precise answer, cause two can play this stupid game of back and forth,

“I'm here to dance for you”

Rafe tilted his head slightly, as if he was mulling her answer over. Finally, he exhaled slowly, dragging his knuckles along his jaw before finally pushing off the desk.

“Right”

He moves, settling himself down onto the leather couch, legs spread wide, whiskey glass resting lazily in his grip. His eyes stay on her, watching, assessing. There's something heavier about the air between them tonight, something pressing at the edges and it causes her to speak up.

"I need music."

A hum rumbles through his chest, amusement flickering across his face at her little demand. He reaches for his phone, thumb lazily scrolling before selecting a song. The speakers in the background hum to life, the slow, sensual rhythm filling the room, seeping into the space between them. "So—" he drawls, swirling the whiskey in his glass,

"you gonna be my pretty little dancer tonight Bunny?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, creating a stinging feeling which she hoped would numb the pressure in her chest. This was what she asked for, what she came here for. So she swallowed down the lump in her throat and let the music take over, moving in tune with the slow, deliberate beat. Her fingers skim along the hem of her shorts, teasing, a light brush of fingertips against fabric before she hooks them just beneath the waistband. The motion is unhurried, drawn out, the shorts inching down the curve of her hips as she rocked them from side to side, before slipping lower, lower, lower- pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of it with precision, bare legs catching the glow of the fireplace, a flickering contrast against the deep shadows of the room.

The heat of his gaze is palpable, dragging over her newly exposed skin like a touch. He doesn’t sip his drink now, doesn’t move- just watches, the ice in his glass barely shifting as he grips it a little tighter. She lets her hands travel, brushing over her sides, her stomach, her ribs, before they come to rest just below her chest, teasing at the band of her top. A slow roll of her hips follows, matching the hypnotic rhythm of the music. Every movement is deliberate like a silent challenge, a game of control. Then, she turns her back now facing him, moving just enough for him to see the word printed onto the pink panties stretched across her hips.

'Bunny'

A muscle jumps in his jaw.

She keeps moving, hips swaying to the slow pulse of the music, rolling with the beat as she lets her hands drift up, fingertips grazing the hem of her t-shirt. The fabric lifts slowly, teasing, inching higher over her stomach, then her ribs. Rafe doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a sound, but she can feel the weight of his stare pressing into her skin, scorching her in the dimly lit room. She pulls the t-shirt over her head, her back now bare except for the delicate strings holding her bikini together, tied neatly into a bow at the centre. The soft glow from the fireplace casts shadows along the curves of her body, highlighting the sharp dip of her spine and the gentle slope of her shoulders.

Rafe shifts, sinking further into the couch, his grip tightening around the glass before he brings it to his lips. He takes a slow sip of whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the crystal as he urges the liquor to sooth his sudden dry mouth. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, catching the lingering taste of alcohol as his head tilts back slightly, eyes dragging over every inch of her. His gaze is lazy, hooded, but there’s something sharp behind it, something that burns hotter the longer he looks.

She moves closer, each step slow, deliberate, the soft hum of the music carrying her across the room. The whiskey-laced air between them feels thick, pressing against her skin as she nears. She doesn’t straddle him- doesn’t give him that satisfaction- but instead turns, her back facing his chest as she lowers herself onto his lap. His legs are spread wide, her body fitting perfectly between them. The moment she starts to move, grinding down in slow rolls, his breath hitches just slightly, barely noticeable- but she catches it.

Her hands plant firmly on his knees, steadying herself as she works against him, her movements unhurried, teasing. Rafe’s jaw tightens, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he watches, as he feels her. His fingers flex around his glass before he exhales, setting it down on the side table with a soft clink.

Then, both hands are on her hips.

His grip is firm and guiding, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there, dragging her down just a little harder, a little slower. He doesn’t rush it- he'd never rush something like this. Doesn’t take control just yet instead lets her move, lets himself sink into the heat of her movements. His head falls back against the leather, eyes half-lidded, lips parting slightly as a low groan slips from his throat.

“Fuck”

He breathes out, his grip on her hips tightening, but she swears she isn’t paying attention to his reactions. That was the whole point of this, right? To tune everything out, to focus on the goal, to make this stupid money and leave. But then she hears it—his breath, the slight hitch in it, the way it escapes his throat unbidden, then the quiet groan which follows that he probably hadn’t meant to let out.

It makes her feel hot.

The warmth spreads down her spine, settling deep in her stomach, and before she can stop herself, she presses down harder, grinding against him with just a little more pressure, and maybe, it's not just to please him anymore... Rafe lets out a low, amused hum behind her, and his fingers squeeze at her hips in a way that tells her he noticed—of course, he noticed. “Shit Bunny,” he muses, voice thick, laced with something she doesn’t want to acknowledge.

“Didn’t think you’d enjoy this so much.”

Her stomach tightens at his words, and she clenches her jaw, trying not to react. This is just for the money, she needs to remind herself, it's just a job. But the problem is, she can feel him- straining against his trousers, hot and heavy beneath her, pressing into her just right as she moves.

And for a second, she forgets herself.

Because she isn’t supposed to feel like this. She isn’t supposed to want to hear him groan again, isn’t supposed to feel her thighs clench at the sound of his voice, or let the heat between them seep into her bones. But it’s happening anyway, and she doesn’t know if she can stop it. She barely registers the shift, the way she moves, one moment she’s grinding against him with her back to him, and now she’s straddling him, facing him, legs on either side of his lap.

And he just drinks her in because it’s not just the whiskey that’s intoxicating him anymore- it’s her.

The way she moves, the way she breathes, the way her hands skim up his arms, fingers trailing over the firm muscle of his biceps before settling on his chest. She rolls her hips down again, firmly pushing herself down right where she can feel him. His pupils are blown, fully dark now, the usual sharp blue of his irises nearly nonexistent as he stares up at her, breathing heavier. Then his hands lift, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her forward, until there’s barely any space left between them.

She’s so close

Her lashes flutter as her eyes flicker down to his lips, just for a second, and when they snap back up, he’s already watching her do it, already smirking at the way her breath hitches, at the way her thighs squeeze just slightly around him. His nose bumps against hers, and when he shifts beneath her, pushing his hips up into her, her fingers press harder into his chest, her own hips stuttering. She bites her lip, holding back the sound threatening to escape and he catches it, one of his hands leaving her hips, coming up to her jaw, fingers sliding against her skin just enough to keep her looking at him. His voice is low, barely audible, a whisper that seeps into her skin.

“Tell me to stop…”

Yet she doesn’t say anything

Her hands move instead, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, one by one... Each undone button reveals more of his tanned skin, the warmth of him radiating beneath her touch. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t hesitate for a second, and a deep hum rises from his chest as he watches her, but then he moves- leaning in, tilting his head so his lips find the delicate skin of her neck.  

She sucks in a sharp breath, body tensing for a moment before melting under his touch.  

His mouth trails down, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses, and then his teeth graze lightly over her pulse point, making her shiver.  Her fingers still against the fabric of his shirt, and then one of her hands moves up, running her fingers up from the nape of his neck to the back of his hair.

“Didn’t think you’d fold so easily”

She lets out a quiet gasp and he smirks against her skin, lips brushing her throat as he murmurs,

“Where’s that loud mouth gone huh?”

His hands slide up her waist, fingers pressing firmly into her skin before one of them finds the thin strap of her bikini top. With a teasing snap, he pulls it back before letting it slap lightly against her heated skin. She jolts slightly, sucking in a breath, and he chuckles low against her throat, lips still working their way along the column of her neck. She doesn't stop moving, rolling her hips against his slightly more desperate now, and he meets her movements, pushing his own hips up in sync. The friction between them is thick, electric, and she feels the heat coil deep in her stomach, something dangerous and exhilarating all at once.

Her hands don’t falter as she slides his shirt down his shoulders, dragging her fingers over the broad muscles underneath before pushing it off completely. It falls to his elbows, and he pulls back just long enough to shrug it off, tossing it lazily over the back of the leather couch. His gaze locks back onto hers, eyes blown wide and unreadable. His hands tighten their grip on her hips, holding her there, keeping her close.

“Still not telling me to stop”

He mutters raspier than before, arousal evident in his tone as her body still presses into his in a way that feels too natural, too inevitable. He knows she feels it too- knows that whatever’s been simmering between them has finally reached a boiling point. His voice is teasing as he tilts his head slightly, lips just inches from hers.

"Is this really just about the money, hmm?"

She doesn’t answer.

Because the truth is, she can’t even think about whatever heat is crackling between them anymore, can’t allow herself to acknowledge it- not when her reality is suffocating her. She’s stuck in something she doesn’t want to be in, something she shouldn’t be in, and for the first time in a long time.

She doesn’t know what to do.

But she pushes it down and keeps moving, keeps rolling her hips down onto his, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as if she’s trying to ground herself, as if she’s trying to pretend. His hands slide down her waist, rough palms skimming over soft skin before they settle firmly on her ass, squeezing, guiding her against him. And for a fleeting second, she lets herself fall into it- lets herself chase the momentary distraction, the heat of his body against hers, the way his breath pauses when she leans in and presses her lips against his neck.

But it’s not enough.

Because even as she kisses against his skin, even as his hands grip at her, even as her body moves in perfect rhythm with his- she feels it clawing at her chest, pressing in on her lungs until she can’t breathe.

The weight of it all

The desperation

The fear

She swallows hard, blinking quickly, trying to shove it down, trying to pretend it’s not happening. But then her throat closes up, and before she can stop it, her vision blurs. She's silent at first, just trembling shoulders, her fingers tightening against his skin. But then the tears come, hot and fast, slipping down her cheeks before she can catch them, before she can stop them. She squeezes her eyes shut and presses her face further into his neck, her lips brushing against his pulse, tongue gliding over the skin there, but barely. Rafe's eyes are closed when he suddenly feels it- small, warm droplets hitting his skin. It takes him a second to register what it is, his brows furrowing slightly as he clocks the sudden shift in her body language and he stills beneath her,

"What are you doing?"

His voice isn’t teasing anymore. It’s not smug, not taunting. Just… confused and then she crumbles

Right there on his lap.

A sob rips from her throat, and she tries to stifle it, pressing a trembling hand over her mouth, but it does nothing to muffle the sound. Her body shakes, shoulders heaving as she wails, the weight of everything hitting her all at once. She presses her face into the crook of his neck, as if she can disappear there, as if she can hide from hi gaze. Rafe's chest tightens, an unfamiliar pressure building inside him as he stares down at her, completely taken aback, "what the fuck", he mutters to himself his mind suddenly reeling. "Hey—" His voice is hesitant now,

"We can stop, it’s okay—"

But she just shakes her head, violently, desperately, refusing to look at him because she simply can't stop crying. His hands twitch at her sides, unsure of what to do, how to touch her. His mind is racing, trying to piece together what’s happening, why she’s like.... this? He rewinds everything in his head- her walking in, the way she spoke, the way she moved, but only one question keeps plaguing his mind- did he do something..? His hand moves hesitantly up her back, trying to soothe her, trying to ground her, but he feels so out of his depth, he’s not used to this—whatever this is. He murmurs, his fingers pressing lightly against her spine. He doesn't know what else to say, doesn't know how to fix this.

"Shh, hey…"

All he knows is that something in his chest is pulling tight, something he doesn’t understand.

Minutes pass, and the heavy, body-wracking sobs have quieted into something softer, just her breath hitching every so often as she sits there in his lap, unmoving. Her head feels heavy on his shoulder, her weight pressing into him like she might collapse entirely if she weren’t anchored there. Rafe says nothing. His hand moves against her back, rubbing slow, absent-minded circles, his touch surprisingly gentle and she’s just… not sure what to do anymore.

"I'm sorry."

The words are barely a whisper, her voice hoarse from crying, she still can’t bring herself to pull back, to look him in the eye, to see whatever expression is on his face right now. Rafe stays quiet. His other hand, the one that isn't on her back, is thrown lazily over the back of the sofa. He taps his finger against the leather, slow, rhythmic,

Like he's thinking

Like he’s waiting

She presses her lips together, willing herself to get it together, to push this all down the way she always does. Her hand comes up to wipe at her flushed cheeks, fingers brushing away the tear tracks as she straightens up. Pushing herself off his chest, she sits up properly in his lap, her back straight now, shoulders squared. His hand slips off her back, falling away completely as he takes in her flushed face. "I need the money-" she says finally, voice still a little raw but steadier now.

"Cause I need a ferry ticket to Charleston."

Rafe watches her, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes. His arms come to cross over his bare chest, muscles flexing slightly as he leans back against the couch. His brows pull together as he speaks out,

“What’s in Charleston that you can’t find here?”

Her eyes snap up to meet his, narrowing slightly, her body tensing as she sits there still almost naked, in his lap. She bites back, defensive now,

“That’s none of your business,”

“Yeah? Well, considering you just had a meltdown in my lap, I think I’m pretty entitled to know.”

Rafe scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, and his tone is sharp, edged with something between frustration and curiosity. Her jaw clenches, fists tightening slightly in her lap before she exhales sharply, mumbling something incoherent causing his brows to furrow even deeper,

“Speak up”

“I need to see a doctor.”

His confusion only deepens. He watches her closely now, his blue eyes flickering over her face like he’s trying to read between the lines, trying to make sense of whatever the fuck is going on. His gaze lingers on her pupils for a moment, scanning her like she must be high or drunk because none of this is making sense.

“There’s doctors on the island Maybank”

He points out, slow, deliberate, as though an adult scolding a child. She clenches her jaw, hand coming up to rub the arch of her brow before she mumbles something again, barely audible. His patience thins completely as he bites at her,

“God, can you stop fucking mumbling and just spit it out—”

“I’m pregnant, okay?!”

She bursts, voice loud and sharp as it echoes through the dimly lit room. Rafe’s eyes widened for a split second, caught completely off guard by the outburst. The word crashed into him, heavy, knocking the air from his lungs. Pregnant? For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence between them, a suffocating pause. Slowly, he tilted his head, trying to keep his cool, but the way his jaw locked, the way his fingers flexed against his bicep where his arms were still crossed digging into his skin, betrayed him. His voice came quiet, almost too calm.

“You- you’re pregnant...?”

The words settled in the air between them, so much heavier than anything else that had been exchanged tonight. Y/N’s throat tightened, her eyes burning all over again but she refused to let the tears fall as she forced herself to nod, voice breaking as she whispered,

“Yes”

Rafe sat stiffly, his gaze lingering on her, unblinking, as if waiting for her to take it back. As if he’d misheard. But the weight of her words settled deep in his chest, and he felt something shift- something uncomfortable rising, something that left a bitter taste in his mouth. His eyes narrowed slightly, confusion flickering across his face before something cold crept in, tension crackling in the air between them.

“Whose is it?”

The words slipped out before he could stop them his voice harsh, his effort to stay composed now out the window. A part of him hated that he even asked, but he couldn’t help it. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white, though he tried to mask the anger bubbling beneath the surface. Y/N scoffed, shaking her head.

“Are you serious-”

“-are you?”

His voice was tight as he cut her off, edged with something she didn’t like. She could hear the tautness laced through his words, and it only pissed her off more. But beneath her anger something else twisted in her stomach- something that made her uneasy, that made her want to disappear. She swallowed, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

“I-... I don’t know"

The second the words left her mouth, the silence that followed was deafening, worse than when she'd first told him what was going on. The disbelief on Rafe’s face was obvious as he let out a short, almost mocking breath. He shook his head, eyes flicking over her expression as he ran a hand down his face, searching for something- anything- that made this make sense.

“Yeah, right.”

Y/N felt heat rush to her face, a mix of frustration and something deeper—something raw and aching- clawing at her chest- that inescapable pressure. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, as though protective,

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I believe you don’t know who knocked you up?”

Rafe scoffed, running a hand over his jaw again and her breath hitched. A bitter laugh left her lips, but it didn’t sound like her, not at all.

“Yeah- I don’t fucking know who he was.”

“Right. So you just slept with the guy without even getting his fucking name? Jesus Y/N, I know you’re a stripper, but I didn’t take you as a slu—”

“I didn’t fucking sleep with him!”

Her voice cracked, the force of her words slamming into him like a gunshot. Rafe blinked, his expression shifting into something unreadable, a small laugh of disbelief slipping out.

“Well, how the fuck are you pregnant then?”

“I didn’t sleep with him.”

Her voice was smaller this time, but no less sharp. Rafe was still looking at her, still waiting for an explanation. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t getting it. Y/N felt her throat close up, that overwhelming shame which hadn't reached her yet since it happened, was finally engulfing her now. She finally whispered,

“I don’t even know who he was,”

And then, it clicked.

“...oh”

The realisation hit Rafe like a freight train, knocking the breath from his lungs. His chest tightened uncomfortably. He was still staring at her, his face unreadable, and Y/N felt something cold settle in her chest. The way he was looking at her- it wasn’t disgust, it wasn’t pity, it was just… blank. And it made her panic.

“Fucking say something”

She snapped, voice breaking slightly. Rafe’s mouth parted like he was going to, but then he just… didn’t. He shook his head instead the slightest bit, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he pressed them into a thin line, still silent and she couldn’t take it.

“Fuck this”

She pushed off his lap so fast that at first he didn't even register her weight lifting off of him as she yanked her oversized t-shirt on angrily. “This was fucking stupid,” she muttered, shoving her arms through the sleeves, “Don’t know what the fuck I thought would happen.” She stepped into her shorts, dragging them up her legs quickly as she grabbed her shoes off the floor. By the time she reached the office door, she could hear Rafe finally snapping out of whatever daze he was in.

“No, no- wait! Y/N-”

She didn’t stop.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” she mumbled under her breath as she pulled open the front door, but before she could step outside, a warm hand pressed flat against the wood, shutting it back in place. "Just listen-" his voice spoke out and Y/N turned sharply, staring up at him, still barefoot, shoes gripped in her hand. Both their breathing was uneven, chests rising and falling too quickly from all the sudden movement. Rafe swallowed hard, his blue eyes locked on hers.

“…Let me help, alright?”

She stared at him, trying to figure out if he actually meant it, or if this was just some weird attempt to settle his own guilt. She should just tell him here and now, to give her the money and leave- she was sure it would probably be enough to pay for a ferry ticket to Charleston, a hotel for the night and for an appointment at the... clinic. She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes burning, torn between running and staying, between pretending this conversation never happened and letting him in, because truthfully? She had no one else. Rafe’s voice was quieter this time, steadier, softer.

“Let me help you Maybank.”

Y/N pressed her lips together, exhaling shakily as her hand came up to wipe away a stray tear.

She hesitated, then finally she gave him a small nod.

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[hees-mine]

confessions - Lee heeseung

Pairing: Heeseung X fem reader!

Warning: smut, protected/unprotected sex, breeding kink-ish, cursing, jealousy, cream pie, fuck buddies, hee takes condom off mid fuck.

WC: 2k Drabble

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Fuck buddy👅: You free tonight?

Your fuck buddy heeseung hit you up like he did almost every night with the idea of you and him hooking up.

Except tonight was a little different because….

You: No, I have a date.

You left a quick reply and finished getting ready for your date. Even though heeseung was your fuck buddy, you still went out on dates.

The agreement between you and heeseung allowed for you to keep your options open, all while having access to mind-blowing sex.

It was a win-win situation.

Fuck buddy👅: date?

You: yeah, one of the guys at work asked me out

Fuck buddy👅: and you said yes?

You: yeah??? is that a problem

Fuck buddy👅: no problem, it’s just why are you going out when you have me?

You: for sex, but we’re not together, and recently, I’ve been looking for commitment, not just meaningless sex.

Fuck buddy👅: Fine, enjoy your date then

You left the conversation at that or else you’d be late to your date.

The whole time, you couldn’t really enjoy yourself cause he didn’t make you laugh like heeseung did. He didn’t look at you like you were the only girl in the room like heeseung did while he fucked you in the solitude of his bedroom. He made inappropriate jokes and even wanted to split the bill.

He wasn’t even half as good as heeseung.

Even if you and heeseung weren’t dating, he’d still bring over takeout and maybe even buy a movie off an app setting the mood before he took you to his bedroom to give you orgasm after orgasm, one of them being on his tongue and the rest on his cock.

You sighed to yourself.

All you could think about was heeseung. You wanted something more with him than just sex, but you both made a deal that that’s all it was and no strings attached.

That was fine for the first few months, slowly but surely, you found yourself catching feelings for him.

But you knew it could never work out so you tried going on countless dates just to be disappointed like you were tonight.

Another dud.

This was definitely your last date with him and maybe your last date for a while cause tonight was a disaster.

You wish you had just taken heeseung’s offer.

When you arrived home from that nightmare of a date, you sighed disappointedly, wondering when you’d find a real man.

Well, technically, you already had, but things with you and him didn’t cross the line of fuck buddies.

It’s too bad cause heeseung was perfect. He was funny, nice, and a gentleman. He may not have taken you out, but he definitely ate you out, and he’d always give you the best aftercare, too.

Sadly that was all it’s ever been with him though but you’d take him however you could get him.

You: You still up?

You texted the man you couldn’t keep your mind off of the whole night.

Fuck buddy👅: Yeah, why?

He replied much faster than you would have thought.

You: Come over?

Fuck buddy👅: failed date, huh? Now I’m the rebound 😂

You: yeah, it was a fail, and you’re not a rebound. I’m just exhausted from dates, so come over and show me a good time

Fuck buddy👅: that I can do

Not only did he come over, he showed you a great time.

The moment he stepped in, his lips were on yours, his hands gripping everywhere they could reach, tugging and pulling your clothes off, and stumbling to your bedroom.

You were both naked within a flash. Usually, he’d take his time with you, but not tonight. It’s almost like he had this pent-up need for you, which he probably did; seeing how you had practically stood him up earlier, thinking back on it, you regret that so much.

He laid you down on the bed gently and that was the only thing that he did that was gentle tonight.

After he laid you out on the bed, he caressed your body, one hand lowering to his condom covered length and aligning it with your wet, needy hole. He fucked into you slowly at first, then speeding up gradually. The louder your moans got his warm skin pressed against your own as he pressed your legs to your chest, allowing his cock to plunge deeper and deeper into your pretty tight cunt. “Shouldn’t have dressed up for him. He didn’t deserve it,” he grunts, squeezing your thighs as his dick slides in and out of you, your wet walls wrapping around him deliciously. “I can fuck you better than him. I can treat you better, t-too fuck” he breathed out as his sweaty thighs clapped against your ass.

“Hee,” you moaned lips pursed as your body tensed and your cunt squeezed around him tightly from the pleasure his cock gave to you.

“That’s my name. Scream it louder for me, baby. Let the whole fucking world know only I can make you feel this good, not some fucking loser at work,” he pounds into you, his frustration and jealousy fueling his deep thrusts.

He drops your legs to his sides, and you cling onto his waist, nails digging into his back as you encircle his body with your legs, making sure he doesn’t move from his spot. “Isn’t that right? Just me”

“Yes, only you,” you whimpered, eyes rolling back in your head, body covered in sweat as you felt like you were on the verge of tears from how well he fucked you. He was right no one could ever do you this good Lee heeseung was gifted in every department, and tonight only proved no matter how many dates you went on, they would never compare to your fuck buddy.

“Say it again,” he groans, fingers toying with pulsing erect clit.

“Fuck yes, heeseung just you,” You clench around him, your wet pussy surrendering to the immense pleasure that his thick cock provided.

“That’s right,” he smirks cockily, rubbing your sensitive clit in messy circles till that heat pools in your lower stomach. “Keep squeezing on me baby cum on your fuck buddy's cock. You know you want to”

“Oh fuck” your eyes roll back in your head, mouth hung open, expression completely fucked out. “Yes, hee, love your cock” you mewl, your orgasm growing nearer. “Oh my god, keep fucking this pussy. It’s all yours,” you choke out, too lost in the moment to understand the reckless words that are coming out of your mouth, but even if you were coherent, you knew you wouldn’t regret it.

“Yeah? Give me that pussy, baby; let me fuck it raw; let me claim this pussy” You nod frantically and with your consent. He pulls out just long enough to yank off the disruptive condom he was wearing and slip back inside you raw.

You both moan obscenely at the feeling of skin on skin, relishing the raw feeling of one another.

After you relinquished yourself to him, he was gonna leave his mark on you and fill you with his cum, claiming you for his own. “This is my pussy. You’re all fucking mine,” he grunts, going faster, his cock twitching inside your warm juicy walls, the lewd squelching every time he fucked deeper into you, turning you both on to the max. “Hear that?” He thrusts slower so you can both hear how creamy and wet your pussy is. “That’s my wet pussy from now on.”

“Y-yours all yours,” you nod rapidly, looking cock drunk as you take every inch until he’s balls deep within you.

“Gonna fill you up, put a baby in you. That way, everyone will know you’re mind, and I fuck you good” he speeds up again, the intensity of it all making him lose all self. Control. Your tight, wet heat wrapped snuggly around him was gonna make him cum.

“Yes, fuck cum i-inside me” his eyes roll back in his head, sweat dripping from his body onto yours as he gives you his all.

“Fuck baby, gonna make you a mommy,” he moans at the thought of you full and stuffed, his strength wavering as he throbs inside you. “Cum with m-me” he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. A few more thrusts and he’s cumming in you as he rubs your clit, setting you off immediately after, your cunt clenching tightly, milking his full heavy balls and pulling his cum deep inside your wet pussy.

“Yes, hee,” you whine as he continues to cum within your tensing walls, giving you a few more tired rolls of his hips, ensuring to fuck his cum in the depths of your pussy so you have no choice but to take his seed and have a baby by him.

He collapsed on top of you, gasping for air. “No more dates with fucking losers,” he mumbles into your neck as you desperately cling onto him to ground yourself, panting uncontrollably from the mind-blowing orgasm. “Gonna show you what it’s like to be treated like a fucking queen” he kisses your neck as you slowly stroke his back.

He never intended his confession to be this way, so rushed and messy, fueled by jealousy and anger, but if this is what it took for you to see he wanted something more than a fuck buddy relationship with you, he’d gladly do it again and again.

He’s always liked you from the start, but once you both agreed to no strings attached, he knew where he stood with you, so he kept his feelings to himself, but after tonight, he was so angry that you were seeing someone else over him he knew you occasionally went on dates and nothing ever came of it, but he was tired of hearing about these fucking losers getting a chance with you and not him and he couldn’t keep his feelings for you a secret anymore and he’s glad he finally let them out, he just hopes you feel the same way.

Are you confessing to me?” You tease him.

“If that’s what you call it,” he tried to play it off as if his face wasn’t heating up in the crook of your neck.

“Hee, you could have just asked instead of getting jealous.”

“And I was, but after hearing you were going on a date, I got so pissed. I didn’t plan on this being my confession, but…” he paused briefly. “I let my emotions get the best of me.” He hugged his arms around you, squeezing gently.

Your heart feels full from his confession, and you hum in understanding, your fingers tickling up his back until you reach his damp hair, playing with the soft, silky strands.

Your silence leaves him feeling anxious, awaiting a response. Meanwhile, you’re content in your own world, basking in the reality that he actually liked you back you hadn’t even noticed you didn't confess too.

“So…..” he pulls away from you to look at your face. “You want to go on a date with me?”

You cup his cheek with your left hand, stroking his face, and that’s when all his nerves fade away. You both share a loving smile, and he melts into your touch, the silent confirmation that you feel the same way. “Yes, hee I’d love that.”

And actually, you’re glad you went on that shitty date because, after all, your ex fuck buddy had some confessions to make.

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What's coming for you in 2025? - Pick a Pile

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How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!

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Pile 1:

(The cards I got for you - The emperor, The hanged man, 6 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, and 6 of cups)

Okay so the very first thing I feel and heard for you guy is "Organization and structure", if you have been messy like emotionally or just not cleaning your room and just being lazy, I see you getting better and do things in a better way, I am also feeling you will be taking charge in your personal and professional life, if you are in school then i am seeing you being group leader or having better grades, and if you work then i see leading your team, or even correcting your manager like damn this person doesn't hold back, I am feeling some of you may even start your own business like plenty of you wanting to do that, or had doubts, so i am seeing this year could be very fruitful to you in so many ways, I am feeling many of you are just polite in this group, even though you guys might be snarky, BUT, this year i am seeing changing that, i am feeling you will communicated yourself a lot better, if you guys had some financial issues that will be resolving too, I am also feeling you might learn from a male figure in your life, make them your role model, and learn a lot from them. Or I am also feeling in your life you guys have someone dominating your household, like a man, sometimes you do get in fights but it's not bad, this is only for some of you. I am also seeing you being not lazy as you were before, going out of comfort zone, doing things, which you have to do, i keep hearing panda for you guys, some of you could definitely be resonating with that lol. I am also feeling this year you would be helping out a lot of people, and looking back on things you did wrong and will do better this year, also do help people when you can, like feeding animals or people who are in need, it will count as a good karma, some of you could have been injured in past? definitely felt that, but don't worry this year, i am also feeling good health for you, I am also feeling some of you could reunite with people from past, but only let them in if you feel like it, for some of you its a friend, and for some its an ex, just be careful <3 I am also feeling you will get lots of nostalgic feeling and if you have moved out, i am seeing you meeting your parents this year, like getting a feeling some of you might be in abroad, so you might meet or talk with your parents and friends a lot. Earth signs are very prominent here especially virgo and taurus sun/moon/rising, and scorpio sun/ moon / rising.

Oracle cards I pulled for you :

a new start is coming (new moon) : A new beginning a new start is on its way for you, you will be more hopeful, let go of the past, things you manifest will be fruitful, things will move, you will feel more alive if you felt stuck, and YES! whatever your question could be your doubts because trust me its a yes.

be assertive - Be confident in your decisions and yourself, i am hearing "life is too short" living by other people's rules, so make your own and just do what you gotta do.

Okay pile 1, that's all i got for you guys, happy new year my pookies, may all your wishes come true cheers <3

Pile 2 :

(The cards I got for you - 8 of wands, 2 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, 6 of swords and the lovers)

Okay so the very first thing I heard and feel is that you will or might be taking a trip, I am feeling things will move fast for you, I am also seeing you guys getting the job you want, the internship, the college you want to go into, everything working out for you, the hard struggles that you have faced in your life are just vanishing but i am also seeing a small trip or just up and down from the college/school/work to your kind of travel, I am feeling you might meet someone this year could be at work or at school if not then, some sort of daily doing activity, but anyhow i am feeling there is so much in life that will be working out for you guys. Some of you would be developing new hobbies for yourself like going to gym or yoga or art classes. You might do find to juggle with them a bit difficult like there will be so many things and you would be like we want to try it, try that etc. But all in a good way. I am also feeling that there might be a sort of loss you faced in your life in 2024 or 2023, i am seeing you will be moving away from it, and healing that part of yours, I am also feeling when you do and that's when you will meet someone in your life, and if you don't meet someone then your energy will definitely be calling your partner's energy. But for many of you I am sensing there is a beautiful reunion ahead. Plus there will be decision coming ahead, so go with your gut and choose what you have to. Self love is also a care here, where you focus on yourself. Gemini , cancer, capricorn sun/ moon/ rising are quite prominent here.

Oracles Cards I pulled for you -

Luck is on your side (new moon in Sagittarius) - Write down your wishes your gratitude in the journal, don't be judgy if sometimes you are, a thing that will help you in every way, which you wanted so much it will come to you, there might also be a trip coming.

No need to worry : Things will get better for you so leave the rest to universe and be present in the moment, I am sensing some of you are over worrier so do take it easy, because universe got your back.

Ask for help from others - If you bottle things up, then try to ask for help from others don't hesitate, and your loved ones love you, they love to listen to you talk don't get lost in your heads all the time, you got this.

Okay pile 2, that's all i got for you guys, happy new year my pookies, may all your wishes come true cheers <3

Pile 3 :

(The cards I got for you guys - 3 of wands, queen of wands, king of cups, the fool)

Okay so the very first thing i hear and feel for you guys is, manifest your dreams, just do it, don't doubt if it will be fruitful or not just do it, I am also feeling this new year will bring you a new sort of adventure, something you have never felt before, WHY AM I FEELING THE ADERALINE RUSH, SO I AM SENSING IT WILL BE SOMETHING UNIQUE AND AMAZING AND A DREAM COME TRUE! I am also feeling that some of you guys have fire sign prominent sun/moon/rising especially Sagittarius, I am feeling you guys will be going on a trip this year, which is abroad, you might also go to study in new country, it will be so sudden you will feel it's a no, but when you do it will be like, you made it, 2025 is a year of prosperity for you, and i am seeing lots of blue color, and blue skies, and I am seeing hope for you guys, new starts, adventures, I am also feeling you might adopt a dog or a animal this year, I am also feeling you will enter your divine feminine era this year, and being more confident in your body, I am also feeling the person you will attract will be head over heels for you, awwww, and I am seeing you stepping or taking risks, you might be a bit reckless but honestly seeing this will work out for you~

Oracles card I got for you -

conclusion are within reach (full moon eclipse) - Forgive yourself and others what they have hurt you, it will help you heal, the door once shut, dont go back to it, just know helping others will also be fruitful to you guys.

step out of your comfort zone (north node) - go out just do what you always want to do, say fuck it and do it don't doubt your blessing, you got this, leave the past in past, let go of people or things that doesn't serve you, just know whatever you choose you will be moving in right direction.

success! - I am seeing your professional life getting better and better and whatever door was not opened it will open now, and I am seeing you getting lots of opportunities.

romance - I am definitely seeing you meeting someone this year, if you alrwady have someone your relationship might move to next level.

compromise - The only thing I will say is just get out of your comfort zone.

Okay pile 3, that's all i got for you guys, happy new year my pookies, may all your wishes come true cheers <3

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

[treba-neco-napise]

i didn't finish origins but wade is the the version at the end everyone hates, right???? weird makeup, mouth sewn shut??? dudes i want to know what happened

Perhaps what if he did have a wade in his world?

[saintshadow]

How can you sustainably & realistically glow up?

Hello lovelies! I wanted to focus today’s reading on self care & nurturing, over here we are ALL about wholeness, healing, & authenticity. So I wanted to give channeled messages to all of you regarding this particular niche. This advice is meant to be flexible and manageable, growth happens and increments and I want you all to be patient with your growth.

pile i

You guys are observers, you may enjoy connecting and love people but just can’t seem to fit in. The problem is that you are focusing too much on trying to mirror and match. Your authenticity is calling, and it’s trying to claw its way out. Some of you may struggle with feeling like you’re in survival mode or have bad relationship trauma. This can be romantic, platonic, familial, etc! It’s giving TRUST ISSUES, y’all have beautiful minds and fiercely loving hearts. Your honesty will set you free, your authenticity will cleanse the pain away. Set boundaries and stand on them, you don’t need them- THEY NEED YOU. You can’t be a pushover forever, stand on your own two feet who cares about rejection. You will find people that accept you for who you are, people who are loving and compassionate who hold space for the contents of your mind & heart without turning it against you.

For some, it may be time to consider therapy and or medication. Health, quality of life- go outside more, exercise (you don’t have to make this stuff a chore, stagnance can be difficult to remove. Why don’t you start by opening the windows, sweeping and saying “by broom and air and with delight I remove this stagnance and make room for life” set your intentions, and what energies you want entering your space)

Make cleaning easier for yourself, find better organizational habits, you DONT need to be spic and span- but just have better general organization and be less harsh on yourself. Maintain your routines to the absolute best of your ability and don’t be afraid of messing up or losing track. It isn’t about being perfect it’s about quality of life

Recommendations: Journaling, music, spending time outside (even if ur on ur phone, it’s better than nothing), stretching and light exercise (u don’t have to lose weight, it’s not about societal standards it’s about loving who YOU are, taking care of your mind, body, heart, and soul)

Signs: seashells, Aphrodite, classical romantic art, drama tv shows & telenovelas, Dolores from encanto, stomach pains from anxiety, trouble sleeping, fear of loss & fear of connection, chronic illness (mental or physical)

Zodiac: Lilith in Capricorn, Sagittarius, and Scorpio, Gemini sun/moon/rising, Capricorn stellium, Uranus 6h, chiron 6h Chiron in Libra chiron in Scorpio Chiron in Sagittarius.

pile ii

In a loving way I’m about to beat ur ass fr omg

You need to be creating, stop avoiding your creativity it’s WHO YOU ARE. When you create unrealistic expectations of your creativity & try to cage yourself in you start to feel drained and tired. You can beat your exhaustion by just being you. There’s a message about teeth, taking care of your teeth, water flossing, going to a dentist, make an appointment asap! They’re still salvageable if you take action and put forth effort. For some a big chop could be in order, or at least a trim & some shaping. You are meant to be putting yourself out there, people actually REALLY admire your beauty and your harsh overly critical nature often blocks you from being satisfied with what you create and what you do. Give yourself the chance to just be. Stop creating stipulations for everything you make, if it flops who fucking cares. You guys don’t trust in your own ideas, and it’s because you block out a LOT. It feels like you struggle to connect with others and the world around you.

You can level up by caring less and investing more into your creative endeavors. You might get so restless and moody because you aren’t actually living in alignment with this part of yourself. You have an incredibly active mind that you’re not stimulating properly, when you’re gifted with such a mind it should be sharpened and exercised! Honed to your liking, the power is in you to make that choice.

Stand in your ideas, and get up and do something with them before they are given to others who will actually do the damn thing.

Recommendations: connect with nature, jot down your ideas, don’t shy away from self expression, dress how you really wanna dress, be bold, be brave, be unapologetically you.

Signs: blackbirds, crows, ravens, Lana del Rey, charmed, whimsy gothic/celestial aesthetic.

Zodiac: Aquarius, Leo, Capricorn, Aries midheaven/cancer rising, Saturn in Taurus ?, Uranus in Scorpio, mars sextile Venus

pile iii

It’s time to stop focusing on image and start focusing on tact, you may have to put your ego on the back burner for a bit but that’s okay. We all have to do it one time or another, you’re being called to re-examine your approach to life and the skills you’ve developed. Have more balance, and think more thoroughly and skillfully. Idk I feel like this pile is genuinely very impulsive and at times an active participant in incredibly foolish behavior. You spend a lot of time justifying your egotistical responses and knee jerk reactions- you can glow up by being more open minded to change. Changing your outlook, changing your approach, etc- perhaps sometimes you treat yourself like a one trick pony. Some of you could have also experienced bullying or othering in school. Feeling like the odd one out, you can glow up by confronting this wound and releasing it. The fixation on the wound is unhealthy & seemingly subconscious. You can also glow up by not reacting so strongly to everything- learn to not crash the fuck out every time you feel triggered. Or learn not to quietly implode every time you feel triggered, aim for flexibility and call in clarity in these moments it WILL be brought to you.

Hmmm pile 3, I’m not sure what’s going on for you my loves- but I see that in order to help further glow up that you would benefit from more privacy and alone time? Perhaps you have a validation seeking issue? I’m not saying all of you aren’t working on this btw! I’m sure some of you are, but I see where spending the foreseeable future in a state of solitude would be super duper beneficial for you. You need to rest and recuperate from something. Perhaps you feel burnt out trying to upkeep an image or upkeep a persona and you’re unable to keep up anymore. I feel like you guys need clarity, and unfortunately you’re only going to find that within right now. Perhaps some of you could even have some kind of obsessive thinking patterns- addiction to tarot or divination- you’re being told to relax. Lean into the healing, allow it to overtake you. You will come out of the other side, but when the darkness beckons. It is not always an invitation but an inevitable occurrence.

Signs: swans, lace & ribbons, ripped fishnets, beat up converse, a densely wooded area, tj maxx (lol??), Ayurveda, denim, cadavers.

Recommendations: thinking before you speak/act, being slow & methodical- not allowing people to push you over the edge but also knowing when to back down and reflect. Surrendering to the change so you don’t get dragged by the hair 😭

Zodiac: Sagittarius rising, cancer moon, black moon Lilith in Aquarius, north node in Libra, Aries moon and mercury, Saturn in the 12th house.

[cextile]

how can you authentically be yourselves?

one → two → three

how to read this pick a pile reading? ♡ the images above are your pick a pile options - see which pile immediately pulls you in. If nothing stands out right away, take a moment to look at each pile/image. the one your attentions keeps coming back to is likely your pick. if more than one pile calls to you, trust that too. you can read both and take what resonates. and hey, if none of them feel like a match, no big deal. not every reading is meant for right now. come back another time — this reading isn’t going anywhere.

pile one ☆

I just wanna put something out there, and it’s from a place of clarity and not judgement. 

A lot of you guys are in denial of who you are, like there is a disparity between who you are and who you think you are – or who you want the world to believe you are. You might have this inflated self-image, and it’s like a version of you that you hold onto because it feels good, but it’s not rooted in truth.

Right now, some of you are letting the idea of manifesting become a distraction from actual manifesting. You are crossing the line between manifesting and fantasizing, and it’s making you hollow from the inside.This is keeping you stuck. 

Confront yourself and see yourself as who you really are. Look in the mirror. 

Where are you really? And where do you want to be?

Also, you carry this untethered vibe - like you're in your head letting  numerous possibilities, things, ideas, and fantasies free flow. But at the same time, you're hyper-defensive and ready to attack, ready to defend your energy, recoil the moment things feel off. 

You’ve been holed up in your own world for too long – mentally, emotionally, maybe even physically. It’s time to come up for air. ‘

Socialise, talk to people, do something real and grounded and let the world meet you as the ‘that person’. 

btw, being that person' isn’t about waiting until you’ve arrived at some perfect version of yourself – it’s about moving like them now. It’s not about having it all together, it’s about doing the things that align with that energy, even if no one else sees it yet. you don’t become them by chasing a goal – you become ‘that person’ by deciding you already are. the rest  will catch up, promise. 

So yeah, embody your dream self now. even if you're still growing or finding your way, it’s the small choices – the way you show up – that shapes who you already are. 

Grab life by the reins, not just drifting through it like a passenger.  embody the energy of a person who knows their worth, who embraces habits that build them up every day.

Start valuing your physical appearance more. Like, you know, brush your hair, get a hair routine (idk why but my cards were focusing on hair soooooo much. Also a little bit on eating healthy & loosing/gaining weight for a good physique), go to the gym and start cherishing yourself as you are.

Nurture yourself , step away from the mental negative rut and do things that give you a happy little buzz in ways that actually matter (I’m not talking about the quick fix scrolls or fleeting distractions), and watch everything change. 

Also, I want you to  really, really, really, really know this: disappointment, heartbreak, denial, every single negative thing that's seeped in your bones and your expectations of the future is not what's waiting for you ahead.

And I pinky promise there is not going to be any space for disappointment in your dictionary babe. What's ahead is bright – and it’s waiting for you.

read another pick a pile reading by @cextile

pile two ☆

shorter reading than the other piles because i think for alot of the people in this collective - time’s tight, priorities matter, and scrolling through readings on tumblr isn’t one of them.

also this reading had me laughing, fr. like, y’all don’t even know. the cards lined up too perfectly & the message is playfully blunt. also I swear I want to send your reels to explain the vibe better than this long-ass text ever could.

the way you can authentically be yourselves right now is just by working for yourselves.

i rlly like your vibe btw. you guys are actually so funny and weirdly lovable, like if you weren’t so deep in your serious life stuff rn, i’d 100% wanna be your friend. but like… lowkey focus on yourself right now.

now, everything I say is going to lead you to your most authentic self.

for my tarot readers, the king of swords reversed lined up and then immediately the king of cups came out.

it’s like, don’t give up. I know you’re fcking tired, but you’re so close to stepping into prosperity. keep going.

your era of trials? It’s almost over. what’s ahead? achievements. recognition.

feathers in your hat.

so you know, right now? the relationship that matters most is the one you have with yourself.

just keep working on yourself.

like, keep mining for the diamonds and don't give up.

(lmao the image above is all i want to say)

don't get distracted by the vibes. don't party or drink too much. just keep your wits to yourself.

when you have a goal to achieve and you hang out with other people, those people might not have goals. so their lack of direction will serve as a distraction.

guys trust your energy, trust your path, trust your journey.

because if you continue to this path, your era of trials and tribulation will be over.

also, a reminder. don't get into a relationship that is demanding you to put a lot of time and energy into it.

for my people who love toxic men, get into a relationship with yourself right now.

that's the best thing.

good luck guys🍀😊

read another pick a pile reading by @cextile

pile three ☆

hi! so you guys struggle mainly with the inner world, its so rich & chaotic, and that spills into your outer expression.

you guys are like fog - so mentally dispersed. your identity, sense of self is just so spread out and variable that it's actually getting difficult for you to consume and contain it yourself. 

so you need to fall back on a structure that is well defined, alright? This structure could have different interpretations for you guys, so I am not elaborating more on that. 

you guys have to do shadow work to really understand where this variability, out-stretch in your sense of identity and all your patterns are coming from.

you know, suppressed tension inside of you that you really need to work upon, do shadow work on. it's like, you have tight springs in your body - all this tension, all this trauma, all this negativity - pushed down, waiting to uncoil itself. 

so, where you are suppressing things of yourself that do not need to be suppressed, and, you know, not necessary to be suppressed.

but all that’s really happening is you’re still suppressing parts of yourself that never needed suppression. you think you're holding it in, sometimes you don’t even realise that you are holding it in - but what you’re actually doing is holding on - holding on to the idea that there’s something in you that needs to be dealt with. 

let go

also, there’s a need to be conscious of what you speak. 

not everything needs to be said, right? 

a lot of times we say things out of this need to want people to validate our experiences, but you need to understand that not everyone will receive your unfiltered words as you intend them, you risk misunderstanding, misjudgment, and even a warped image of yourself being formed in their eyes.

There is a need of introspection inside yourself, and this need of, like, fixing what you think, nah what you know, is not right about yourself.

It could be a mental rut you need to get out of, you know.

stop letting your perception rot in the same setting. sometimes we get into our own headspace so much that it negatively hampers ourselves, we start bedrotting, letting things stay stagnant, not necessarily in your physical reality, but in how you perceive this physical reality and in your headspace, things need to keep changing and be active.

so yup, you can’t let that stillness calcify. there has to be motion, even if it’s just in awareness. You have to breathe life back into your mind and body.

It could also be that you need introspection in some aspects of your social self - things that are quietly hampering your day-to-day life.

Or maybe it’s your external appearance. Because, let’s be honest, how we look does help boost our confidence. soo if you want to fix something about yourself that you don't like, then you can go ahead and do it.

Plus, try become an Instagram baddie or a Pinterest doll, you know? what I mean is embody a particular aesthetic that makes you comfortable. I’m not saying this to pressure you into conforming to beauty standards - it's more like polishing yourself externally, so that you can feel more confident and comfortable in the environment and the places you move through. So you can walk into a room and not shrink.

again, just to repeat on a similar note - it would really, really do a lot of good if you start exercising, working toward that dream physique, and genuinely putting in the effort to glow up and become your dream version.

make a checklist of all your tasks and responsibilities, and aim to fulfill it - one task at a time. whether it’s cleaning your room, replying to texts, or researching something that matters to you - get it done. it doesn't matter how much it will help you professionally, financially, familially, or in relationships - do it to help yourself. you'll be able to present yourself as a more proud person, as someone who sticks to things and gets them done, right? it’s about stacking those wins and watching your self-respect rebuild.

Also, actually get out - talk to people, smell the flowers, connect with others, and do the most mundane tasks with them. go with your sibling to the grocery store and help your fam out by grocery shopping. ask your friends to meet up for a walk. It doesn't have to be an intense thing - let your relationships flourish amidst the most mundane things.

read another pick a pile reading by @cextile

that's it for this reading. take care of yourself.

with love, Ananya ♡

[hannie-bees]

Not almost. Always.

Wc: ~2.4k

Synopsis: After a failed almost-relationship leaves her guarded, she never expected that the one to break down her walls would be the person who's seen them up close all along.

It all started with a wedding.

Or more accurately, the months of chaos leading up to it.

Y/N had practically moved into her best friend Jiwon’s house during the final stretch of planning. Between dress fittings, centerpiece disasters, and decoding cryptic notes left by the wedding planner, she was always there barefoot in the kitchen icing cupcakes or sprawled on the living room floor tying ribbons onto wedding favors.

And he was always there too.

Seungcheol.

Jiwon’s older brother. The one who used to be just a background presence growing up, the older sibling who offered her rides to school sometimes or helped lift heavy boxes during their annual spring cleaning.

But now? Now, he was different.

Older, sure. Three years to be exact. But it wasn’t the age gap, it was the energy. Stable. Solid. Present.

And he’d seen it all.

He’d seen her try, really try, in a situationship with a guy who looked perfect on paper. Sweet texts, late-night calls, spontaneous dates that felt like something real, until it wasn’t. Until the moment she asked for clarity and he hesitated. Said he "wasn’t ready for anything serious." Said he “wouldn't be able to give her what she deserves at the moment” then slowly pulled away anyway. Because he would rather let you go than change himself for better.

It didn’t break her. But it hardened something.

So now, she was careful. Not closed off, just guarded. Her love was no longer given freely to those who hadn’t earned it. Whoever came next? They’d have to be worth it.

And Seungcheol… He noticed everything.

From how she tensed slightly whenever someone brought up relationships, to how she shrugged off compliments like armor. How she no longer entertained flirtation unless it was intentional. How she poured so much of herself into others and rarely received the same in return.

He watched. And quietly, he decided.

If she’d let him, he’d be the one. The one who wouldn’t flinch when things got real. The one who wouldn’t retreat when she asked for more. The one who showed up, and stayed.

---

“Hey,” Seungcheol said one afternoon, tossing a dish towel over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen. She was there again, of course. Elbow-deep in frosting and already looking three tasks ahead.

“Can you pass me the sprinkles?” she asked without looking up.

He did, but only after stealing one and popping it into his mouth. “You always doing everything by yourself?”

She gave a little shrug. “If I waited for help, nothing would ever get done.”

He leaned against the counter beside her, arms crossed. “Good thing I’m not just anyone, then.”

That made her pause. She looked up, brows raised. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He just smiled. “You’ll see.”

---

The more time she spent at the house, the more their paths crossed intentionally, at this point. He’d find excuses to be around: needing coffee when she was using the machine, deciding to help Jiwon with errands that just so happened to align with Y/N’s schedule.

She wasn’t dumb. She noticed. But she didn’t mind.

There was something safe about Seungcheol. The way he never asked more of her than she was ready to give. The way he showed up, not loudly, not demanding attention, but always there in the background, supporting, steady.

And that steadiness was disarming.

Because after what she’d been through, she didn’t need butterflies or grand gestures.

She needed consistency. Honesty. Presence.

She needed a man, not a boy who only wanted the good parts.

One evening, the three of them, Y/N, Seungcheol and Jiwon, sat around the living room folding place cards.

“I think I’m allergic to weddings” Y/N joked, blowing hair out of her face.

“Why’s that?” Cheol asked, watching her fingers fumble with the tiny gold ribbon.

She shrugged. “Just… watching everyone stress themselves out over one day. For what?”

Jiwon snorted. “Someone’s bitter.”

Y/N opened her mouth to object, but Cheol beat her to it.

“Maybe she’s not bitter. Maybe she just hasn’t seen what it’s like when someone’s worth the stress.”

His tone was light, but the way his eyes lingered on hers said everything.

She swallowed.

---

A few days later, he asked her out.

Casual. No pressure. Just coffee.

She hesitated.

“I’m not looking for anything,” she said truthfully. “Not unless it’s… different.”

His gaze didn’t falter. “I’m not here to waste your time, Y/N. If you give me a shot, I’ll make that clear every single day.”

And she believed him.

They took it slow. One coffee turned into walks around the neighborhood. Walks turned into dinners, movie nights, long conversations about everything and nothing.

One evening, sitting across from each other at a quiet restaurant, he asked about her last relationship.

She sighed. “It wasn’t even a real relationship. That’s the worst part.”

He listened.

“I gave him so much,” she continued. “Time, attention, patience. And he loved the idea of it. But when it came to committing? To calling it what it was? He ran. Said he wasn’t ready. Said I deserved more. Then disappeared.”

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened slightly.

“He was a boy,” he said quietly. “You didn’t lose anything. He did.”

She looked at him, really looked.

“You’re not angry?”

“I’m angry for you,” he said, voice low. “Because someone like you shouldn’t have to beg for the bare minimum.”

And that was the moment she knew.

This wasn’t like before.

This wasn’t almost.

This was real.

He wasn’t here to charm her into giving more than she had. He was here to meet her where she was and offer even more.

And slowly, she let him.

Not because she needed saving. Not because she was broken.

But because she deserved the kind of love that looked at her and thought: I’ll earn it. Every day.

And Seungcheol?

He was already doing just that.

---

Let me show you what a real man is.

Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.

Let me be the one who gives you the same, or even more, than what you give to others.

And she smiled.

Because maybe this time, finally she’d found someone who could.

Someone who would.

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