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juricel · 4 months ago

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seeing your posts and as a small attempt to break authors block here's a lil request (^_-)

ok so id like to request yandere shadow milk cookie with a s/o who somewhat acts like candy apple cookie? like... not ACTUALLY candy apple cookie but theyre obsessed with him and is willing to do everything he desires and commands + gets really jealous when he interacts with someone ^o^

-🐧 anon

(btw ive read your old orphaned fics in ao3 and miraculously found your tumblr you dont know how happy i am)

a/n: okay first of all... how... and second of all, we do NOT talk about my orphaned ao3 fics. not in this household. zip mouth.

— yandere! shadow milk cookie x obsessive! reader

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: yanderes, heavy possessive and obssessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, implied forced established relationship, implied emotional abuse, psychological manipulation, emotional abuse, threats of physical violence, imprisonment/kidnapping, coercion, control, dependency, non-consensual power dynamics, potential ooc.

𖦁 to say that he adored your obsessiveness is an understatement—no, he was besotted with it: savoring your sweet fixation like a sugared poison on the tongue, watching with bright, slitted amusement as you knelt before him without question, without hesitation, a devotee at the altar of his caprice. how you squirmed beneath the lightest flick of his attention, how your breath hitched when he, with deliberate carelessness, let his interest wander elsewhere. ah, but that was his favorite part—the way your jealousy trembled at the edges of you, coiling tight, teeth bared but mouth shut, the way your hands clenched in your lap, as if to keep yourself from lunging, from begging. he would press upon that wound like a scholar taking notes, tilt his head to better see how it darkened in your chest, how it shaped the curve of your shoulders, how it swelled against your ribs like a swallowed scream. It was divine, this spectacle of you unraveling in real time, caught in a dance between anger and longing, between dignity and desperation, ah, you were just too cute like that, he couldn't help himself from prodding on it, gently, softly, and slowly making you break in jealousy! but more than that—more than your ire, more than your brittle restraint—it was your fear that delighted him most, that quiet, gnawing terror that, if he ever truly turned away, you might cease to exist altogether.

𖦁 cruelty? oh, but that was such an ugly word, so ill-fitting, so crass. he never meant to be cruel—never. he was merely curious, merely an observer conducting a harmless little experiment, a scholar of your trembling devotion. how could he resist the temptation to nudge, just a little, just to see? a whisper here, a lingering touch elsewhere, a fleeting glance in another’s direction—what a marvel it was, the way you burned. and if you had not responded so exquisitely—if your breath had not hitched so prettily, if your fingers had not curled into your palms, if your voice had not quivered with that delicious mixture of fury and desperation—then, surely, none of this would have been necessary. but you had, and so it was, and really, really now, how could you blame him for indulging in such a delectable reaction? oh, but please—don’t cry. won’t you look at him? won’t you listen? there’s no need for all these trembling lips and damp lashes, no need for those hands to shake at your sides as if they don’t know whether to strike or to cling. he’ll never leave you, not ever, so why weep as if he would? and really, as much as he wants to regret it—the tears, the way your breath catches between sobs, the exquisite fire in your eyes when fury overtakes sorrow and your hands lash out, striking him with more love than hatred—he simply can’t. because you are beautiful like this, you are his like this, raw and fraying and utterly caught in the web of him. surely, you wouldn’t mind a few lies, would you? soft ones, sweet ones, warm as milk and thick as honey, sliding down your throat. if only you had paid him more attention, this wouldn't have happened. if only you had never turned away, never left his side even for a moment, he wouldn't have done this. if only you had been good enough, loved him enough, wanted him enough—then, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, he wouldn’t have needed to do this at all. but he knows you understand, don’t you? you always do. that’s what he loves about you. wasn't he such a sweetheart? a cruel obsessive lunatic

𖦁 oh, but perhaps, perhaps… if you came to his spire, if you lived in it, breathed in its air, let its walls wrap around you like an embrace—if you stayed within the sanctuary of his love, right beneath his pinky, tucked neatly where you belong—then maybe, maybe he wouldn’t have to be so cruel. yes, yes—that was it. the answer had been so simple all along! if you stayed, if you never left, if you allowed yourself to melt into the fabric of his world, then surely he wouldn’t need to do such things, wouldn’t need to test you, wouldn’t need to watch you unravel just to be certain you were still his. stay, won’t you? let him love you properly, let him keep you as you should be kept. it’ll feel just like home, he promises—just like home, only better.

𖦁 you’ll do anything he says, don't you? of course you will. you always do. so then, listen closely—for this was his command: be good. be quiet. be his. come to him, right where he can see you, right beneath his strings. it’ll be heaven. oh, it will—a place where you don’t have to think, don’t have to fight, don’t have to worry. just let go, let him pull, let him move you as he pleases. wouldn’t that be easier? wouldn’t that be beautiful?

𖦁 surely you won’t mind being kept in a cage, right? after all, isn’t this what you wanted? to be his, to have his undivided attention, to be held so tightly you could never slip away? oh, but he’s giving you everything—his love, his time, his adoration. isn’t that enough? isn’t that what you craved? so don’t ever leave. don’t even think about it. because if you do—if you even try—then, well… he’ll have to make sure you never do it again. he’ll have to fix you, won’t he? break you down, piece by piece, until you can’t walk, can’t eat, can’t move without him. until every little thing you do, every breath you take, is only possible because of him. oh, but don’t look so afraid. this is love, isn’t it? this is what you wanted, this is what you've yearned and sought for all along, there was no use in thinking anymore, he'll help you! for he has more than enough knowledge to assist you.

a/n: I loathe shadow milk cookie so much I want to wrap him up in unmarred flowers, let the thorns of roses prickle his skin and watch until his blood mingles with the petals, till air thick with the smell of iron, till life drains from him in a slow, sickly feast of pain.

anyway, for those who had requested during my hiatus, please resend your requests if you still would like it done! the second owner usually deletes them without a glance so I could pay more attention to my studies and church duties (all requests after this work has been deleted as i immediately went into hiatus afterward)

#cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk x reader #cookie run kingdom x you #🐧 anon

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st4rgiirll · 2 months ago

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gourmet skills

oscar piastri x partner!reader.

dividers by: @fawndollie and @bernardsbendystraws

this is heavily inspired by an experience i had myself with one of my friends, so ignore if some of (a lot of) this is ooc for oscar!!

also, some parts of this (like the house being near an f1 circuit) dont make sense. i just had a really nice description so i just wrote it this way.

synopsis: oscar and reader have been dating for a while, he's going over data sheets around the mclaren paddock but reader wants to try something. and so reader pries him away to taste their 'gourmet' meal.

the sun was setting over the circuit, casting a warm glow across the paddock. you leaned against the railing, watching as the mechanics hurriedly packed away the cars after a long day of practice.

the faint smell of burnt rubber lingered in the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the nearby food stalls. your eyes wandered until they landed on oscar, his dark hair tousled, a slight frown etched on his face as he examined some data on his tablet.

“hey, piastri!” you called out, waving.

he looked up, his expression shifting from concentration to a small, shy smile that made my heart flutter.

“hey!” he replied, his voice steady but soft.

i pushed off the railing and walked over, noticing the way his eyes flickered back to the screen, then darted back to me as if he was weighing his options — racing data or me.

“got a minute?” i asked, leaning in closer.

he hesitated, glancing at the mechanics bustling around. “i should probably finish this…”

“come on, it’s just a practice session. you’ll have plenty of time to analyze the data later.” you nudged him playfully, and he chuckled, his shoulders relaxing.

“alright, you win. just for a minute.” he set the tablet aside, and i felt a rush of victory.

you loved how despite his serious demeanor on the track, he could be so easily swayed by a little teasing. “good! i need your opinion on something.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“what do you think of my new cooking skills?” you grinned, knowing full well his answer.

his face scrunched up in mock horror, and i burst into laughter. “please tell me you haven’t burned down another kitchen!” he exclaimed, clutching his heart dramatically.

“just one time!” i protested, though i couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.

“more like twice,” he teased back. what did you burn this time? pasta? again?”

i rolled my eyes, feigning offense. “that was a one-off! i’ve been practicing.”

“practicing what? setting off the smoke alarm?”

“very funny, oscar. you’ll see! i’ve made a gourmet meal for you tonight. no smoke alarms this time, i promise.”

his face softened, and i could see the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought a smile. “okay, i’ll be the judge. but i might bring a fire extinguisher, just in case.”

“ha ha. you’re hilarious.”

“just looking out for your safety,” he said, the smile finally breaking free.

as the sun dipped lower, the paddock lights flickered on, illuminating the space with a warm glow. you leaned against the railing, admiring the way oscar seemed to blend in with the hustle around him, yet stand apart, wholly himself.

“do you ever get nervous?” you asked, curiosity bubbling up.

he shrugged, his gaze shifting to the cars lined up in the pit “sometimes. but once I’m in the car… it’s like everything else fades away. just me and the track.”

you watched him, mesmerized. “do you think you’ll ever get used to the pressure? the screaming fans, the stakes?”

he took a deep breath, his expression thoughtful. “i think you always feel it. but it pushes me. makes me want to be better.”

“yeah, but what about us? i mean, how do you balance it all?”

he turned to you, his eyes serious for a moment. “you make it easier. you remind me why i do this. it’s not just about racing.”

your heart raced in a different way now, the weight of his words settling warmly in my chest. “okay, enough sappy stuff,” you said, breaking the moment with a playful nudge. "let’s focus on my culinary skills.”

“right! what’s on the menu?”

“surprise!” ypu said with a wink, pulling him by the hand toward the car park where my little rental was waiting.

as we climbed in, oscar leaned back, a relaxed smile on his face. “i hope it’s edible.”

"don’t you trust me?”

“trust is a strong word.” he chuckled, glancing out the window.

“fine, but if i impress you tonight, you have to admit it was my cooking skills and not your low standards.”

“deal!” he laughed.

the drive was filled with jokes and playful banter, the kind of easy conversation that made the world outside fade away. when the two of you arrived, you hurried into the small kitchen, determined to redeem myself.

oscar leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a teasing smirk on his face. “do i need to wear a helmet?”

“very funny. just you wait.” as the aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air, you felt a rush of excitement.

“is that smoke i smell?” he called out, his tone mock-serious.

“shush! it’s just the sautéing!” you shot back, grinning.

“okay, chef,” he said, his laughter spilling into the kitchen.

with a final flourish, you plated the dish and presented it to him like a trophy. “ta-da! a masterpiece!”

he took a bite, his eyes widening. “wow, this is actually… amazing!”

you beamed, practically dancing in place.

“okay, okay, don’t get too cocky!” he laughed, but you could see the admiration in his eyes.

“just wait until i bake you a cake,” you said, teasingly.

“maybe save that for another time. i’m not ready to risk a sugar rush and another kitchen fire.”

“hey! i can promise you, i’ve learned my lesson.”

“let’s hold off on that cake then. how about we just enjoy this?”

as we settled into the rhythm of the evening, laughter echoed in the cozy kitchen, mingling with the sounds of the circuit outside. in that moment, everything felt right. the stakes on the track, the chaos of life, it all faded into the background. it was just you and oscar, two hearts racing at a different kind of speed.

#formula one #fluff #oscar piastri x reader #mclaren f1 #mclaren #f1 #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #polite cat #hes so cute i cant #i love him your honor

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sillysillygoofygoose · 2 years ago

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"Speak Up" ♡

You dont get anything unless you tell Toji exactly what you want.

*daddy/little one usage, ddlg-ish, safeword used, implied subspace... don't like, don't read <333 MDNI, READER IS 18+

LMAAOO GUYS literally ignore everything I said in my last miguel post (though I stand by it 😩) because reader is the polar opposite in this one 💀 I'm such a clown y'all, I switch up sooo fast

"Please?" Your hoarse voice barley leaves your throat as your mouth hangs open in exhaustion.

"Aw, c'mon, little one... you can do much better than that, don't cha think?" His sly delivery makes the heat in your lower stomach spread like a forest fire.

Flushed features scrunching up at his teasing, you grow more and more frustrated at his antagonizing and sadistic games. Toji's thick, calloused fingers ghost over your embarrassingly soaked pussy, treating you as if you were a burning hot stove top. Every slip of his fingers down your slit has your back arching from his chest, legs threatening to unlatch from his built thighs. His legs keep yours spread as you sit on his clothed lap, feeling his twitching boner against your pudgy ass.

You never realized how quiet you get in bed... almost as if someone switches on your mute button the second your clothes hit the ground. Toji hates it. Of course, he thinks you're cute - the way you clasp your hand over your mouth every time a noise threatens to leak out - but he wants to hear you. He needs to hear you. Especially when you get all mushy and pathetic, just for him.

Your hushed whines are almost overpowered by the lewd wet sounds Toji pulls from your pussy as he sinks his middle and ring fingers in, knuckle deep. He's guided you to your edge four times already. And everytime he's pulled you back from stumbling over.

"Pleeaasee, I want it. Fuck, really want it daddy." Griping onto his bicep, you feel tears begin to build alongside your orgasm. Your bare toes curl in on themselves as tingling sensations blur in your feet and travel up your sensitive, desperate little body.

"What do ya want? Huh, baby? C'mon, tell Daddy, use your big girl words." Toji smiles when he sees the delicate muscles in your stomach clench as your body stutters.

"I want to. Please. 's so embarrassing. " More mumbles. He really thought he was getting somewhere. You feel the coil in your stomach unsatisfyingly unravel, fall apart more like, as Toji removes his fingers from your body without warning.

"No! Why-why did you stop? I was so close." The tears splashing at your waterline race down your overheated cheeks as you completely remove your body from your cruel boyfriend's touch.

"You gotta speak up, baby, or I won't know what you want." His sadistic smile only makes you cry harder as he gathers you up in his arms once again, spreading your weak, trembling legs. Turning you to face him, he positions your crying cunnie over his brawny leg, clit immediately rubbing against his sweatpants. The pain overrides the pleasure as he rocks you back and forth against him, forcing stimulation on your puffed parts.

"No more, n'more. 'M all done." You beg, pushing his broad shoulders as you shiver and shake, tears gathering at the tip of your nose while you look down in shame.

"You can take one more, hm baby? All you have to do is ask nicely, and I'll give you anything you want, sweets." His pushes you down harder, forcing a sob out of your lips, splotched face buried in his neck.

"Nnmmh. No. No, thank you. Red." Your last word is hardly a whisper, but Toji hears you loud and clear.

"Oh, hey, hey, shit baby, I'm sorry." Toji hands fly from your hips as he lets you crawl from his thigh, disoriented and shy. Your cries increase into the palm of your shaky hands as embarrassment crashes over your overexerted body.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry little one. Didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." The pit in his stomach only grew deeper and more dreadful as you refused to look at him, balled up into your own frenzy. You heave out tired breaths as you grab onto his hand, moving to rest on his shoulder, signaling that he can touch you.

"Was too much. Just need to cum, daddy. 'M so overwhelmed." You wipe your tears away as you tiredly peck Toji's cheek, melting the worry off his face.

"Daddy will make you feel good, sweets. I'm so sorry, baby." Toji slowly moves his hand from yours to cup your soaked pussy, but feeling you tense, he decides to help his pretty girl more delicately.

"Here, sweet girl, lay down f'me." Toji grunts as he maneuvers satin draped pillows under your hips. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, okay?"

Immediately, you feel his tongue flat against your core and you moan out, dejected pussy embracing the strong hits of pleasure.

You buck your hips into Toji's welcoming mouth as he nuzzles his lower face into you. Exhausted but invigorated, your hips find their own rhythm against Toji's mouth and nose. You don't hold back, whines, moans, and whimpers alike rushing from your mouth like a waterfall of praise.

"Mhm mhm, cum f'me pretty baby. You deserve it, such a good girl" Toji doesn't even break from you as he encourages you through your sudden but long anticipated orgasm, mumbling and groaning into your pussy. Your legs force him further down against you as your back hovers off the bed, panting filling the room as you ride your release.

Closing your eyes, your legs drop to either side of Toji's head. Your plump lips are spread, taking in as much air as your lungs will allow as dried tear tracks fade against your pink cheeks. Baby hairs stick to your sticky, sweaty forehead. He chuckles, looking up at your spaced state.

"You alright, doll?" He huffs out, rubbing up and down your outer thigh. You don't respond, simply letting your hand flop on top of his as you nestle yourself into the inviting mattress under you.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

Credit to @pommecita for the divider <3333

#size difference #fem reader #jjk x reader #age difference #jjk #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji headcanons #toji zenin #toji x you

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danepopfrippery · 20 days ago

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Im in liberal gun owners on reddit and i finally seen some of the disgusting rumors and out and out bs accusations against Jonathan Joss.

So lets start:

He has a history of mental health issues and addiction.

Whether either was going on right now doesnt mean he deserved to die, not even the cops are saying he had a weapon on him. (Some neighbors later claimed he was walking around with a pitchfork earlier in the evening. There is video of this and i break the timeline down on friendofjims

(When murderedJoss was unarmed incl the pitchfork. Joss had lost rights to his guns due to mental illness before he met tristan)

It also doesnt mean automatically he was a liar and other harassment unprompted happened. Ya’ll will twist yourselves to justify the murder of an indigenous queer man.

Anything you dont like about his husband doesnt make him a liar

They called out the age difference, claiming they met online and that Joss misgendered his trans husband. They provided no proof for any of this just claimed they knew them. Age difference over legal age doesn’t matter (Tristan appears to be in his mid 20s), meeting online doesnt matter and misgendering would matter if intentional. But theyve provided no proof at all of it. Shit if we’re gonna off ppl for purposely misgendering please go after my mother.

They then claimed Joss got Tristan hooked on meth. Again no proof of this. It would not be great if true but sadly the queer community does have a meth problem, it wouldnt be unheard of.

YET AGAIN IT STILL DOESNT JUSTIFY HIS MURDER

This literally happened with Matthew Shepard. Today its still debated if he used illegal drugs but it still didn’t justify his torture and murder.

They claimed Joss wasnt invited to koth panels the day before he died and he crashed them acting erratically

That is provably untrue (the crashing anyway). He hadnt been invited to sxsw which he didnt take part in. Hed been invited to a live podcast recording and another panel (atx?), which he shared info for weeks before his death.

He did act erratically, making extremely dark jokes including since everything thinks the worst of his past and mental health issues no one will believe hes being harassed (and yup it was). He also claimed sarcastically sure he set his house on fire and killed his beloved dogs, before punch-lining hed shoot them first not burn them.

This could be mental health/addiction/confession or stress from harassment. The arson was being investigated by police, they never pointed a finger at him. He was well known for loving animals and it seems highly unlikely hed burn or shoot them (from my belief personally sounds like ptsd).

He did approach a mic at the event with other koth members where he rambled about being harassed for being gay amongst other things. Then he sat down and dropped it (the hosts felt like he was hurting and needed to speak according to their interview with cracked).

Well he said he set the fire back in January with a space heater

As of 6/6/2025 the sapd and safd say a cause and culprit for the fire has not be indentified and they are still working on it now that the public is mad at them.

When it first happened he said in interviews he feared he had caused the fire leaving a portable heater on for his dogs before going back to the hotel.

But he also said why he had done this and none of these chuds remember that: he said his house was severally vandalized before a freak blizzard. When it hit his power line was cut. He ultimately had to get a hotel. I dont know much about the dogs but especially if their bigger most hotels wont allow them or make u pay more.

The cause of the fire according to pigs had not been found/revealed

Neighbors say he and the murderer had a feud and no one else

He and Tristan said various neighbors had threatened them. San Antonio is a sizable area and i imagine the neighborhood is past double digits. Neighbors told this to the news while playing the erratic card, yet also claimed they never thought someone would be physically harmed or killed.

They also said they had bullet holes in their walls from the feud so…thats kinda weird. Whether it was just the murderer or more we dont know, but pigs are using this basis to say no hate crime.

The article claims the pigs did nothing (shocker) despite being called out once a week minimum. The pigs dispute they never came out claiming they sent a mediation squad out. This to me flies in the face of he was making meth and thats why arson, or hes and/or tristan are high all the time. Pigs love taking you in for those things.

I dont know the full story and im sure ya’ll dont either. But after hearing all this my heart still breaks the same.

For what its worth several people who live/d grew up in San Antonio said the south side where Joss lived and this occurred is usually ignored by cops. Because the area is poorer, and heavily latino/indigenous they just blame problems on race.

Several queer people from the city also back this up saying regardless of where you live they often particularly target indigenous people.

*****

There are two videos before his death which are very upsetting please view with caution

#jonathan joss #lgbt #lgbtq #indigenous #trans #texas #koth #king of the hill #john redcorn #Youtube

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in-som-niyah · 1 year ago

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Jason todd who would def cut patrol short when reader calls him cuz her vibrator died??? idk i literally see his weakness as being needed in any way... <333

a/n: anon ur so right

"I'm on my way pretty girl, just sit tight for me."

warnings: piv sex, explicit smut, semi-rough sex, reader masturbates, reader has a vibrator, mentions of other sex toys, jason todd is a whore, no beta we die like men, jason uses spanish petnames because its sexier i dont make the rules, reader has a vagina, reader masturbates, sexual frustration, mentions of heaven & idk what else

The chill of another Gotham night kissed your supple skin. Fresh out of the shower, you made your way back to your Jason-less bed for the night.

The routine of Jason being gone on patrol was painfully familiar, but the ache it left in your chest remained foreign, no matter how many times you experienced it.

This time, he left in a hurry after you both left your business unfinished. His lips sucked at your neck and made their way down to your collarbone, only for his alarm to go off and his helmet to be tugged on. 'I'll see you after patrol, amorcita' he said, knowing full well he would be home around 4 am.

This left an ache in you. Not a fire yet, no, but a craving to be fed what he starved you of hours ago.

Finally dry and setting your towel down, you find a pair of clean underwear and a loose pyjama shirt and lower yourself into bed.

It was a cold night, the frigid sheets and absence of Jason only making it worse. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't deny yourself the subtle pleasure of rubbing your thighs together to satiate the pressing situation between them.

It had been so long since Jason left, and you were fucking needy for Christ's sake.

Deciding to get the job done yourself, you pull out the bullet vibrator that you used when Jason wasn't around. It wasn't that you deliberately kept him from it, he just never asked, and you needed a little escape when he left you in such a state.

Spreading your legs under the covers, you lightly stroked your clit with one hand, while the other toyed with your nipple.

You haven't even turned the damn thing on and you're a panting, dripping mess already, soaking your surrounding area in sweat and stickiness.

Your index finger pressed on the power button, and you increased the pressure on your clit. Instantly, you saw stars and the relief was unimaginable.

Just as you got a steady rhythm going, everything stopped.

You pressed and held down the power button again, but nothing happened.

Your puffy pussy begged for more stimulation, something as intense as the now-gone vibrations, but it was too late. There was no time to charge and all your other toys were dead.

Trying to still at least finish, you employ both your hands between your legs, one rubbing hard circles on your clit and the other prodding at your weeping entrance.

Tears of dissatisfaction burned rivers in your hot cheeks, and your fingers began to tremble and give out. It had been 45 minutes of trying to get yourself anywhere near an orgasm, and your desperation has reached its limit.

Jason always told you to call him in case of an emergency, and this was beginning to be a fucking emergency.

Jason was taking down a group of goons with his guns, while punching and kicking those who came too close. He was much less coordinated tonight (thanks to the tent in his pants), which the gang members took full advantage of. Thoughts of you and your supple skin ran marathons in his head, clouding all focus and occupying all his mental real-estate, making it hard to pay attention to the current pressing issues.

Just as he finished his last one off, his helmet alerts him of an incoming call from you. This is extremely strange, as you don't call or text when he's out at all. He picks up though, panting but quite anxious at the sudden change.

Before he has a chance to ask, you cut him off.

"please jay i-i need you..."

"Huh? What happened princess? Are you alright? Are you safe?" Jason blurts in a frenzy.

"y-yes but i n-need you and it hurts..." You whine pitifully.

"What hurts hm? Tell me, princessa." He continues worriedly as he mounts his motorcycle ready to speed back to you.

You moan at the pet name, sticky fingers returning to your abused cunt and beginning to rub at your clit again in hopes of creating some friction.

"Darling?"

Sudden embarrassment kept your form being straightforward with him and you resorted to another whimper of dissatisfaction once again.

"J-just come home, please Jay?"

"I'm on my way pretty girl, just sit tight for me." Jason responded with a click of the line going dead.

In the meantime, you were a pitiful writhing mess, voice hoarse and hands shaking. The covers have long been forgotten, leaving your open thighs trembling with both frustration and the cold.

Jason was shitting himself. Between your defeated pleas for him to just come home coupled with your reluctance to be specific, he was terrified.

His mind kept replaying scenarios of horror and bloodshed as he ignored every single traffic law to get back to you.

Finally outside your shared apartment, he flung himself up the fire escape and through your kitchen window. When it was deemed safe, he took off his mask and called out to you. He was met with a desperate sobs in response, which only made his worry grow.

Hard footsteps could be heard making their way closer to you, making you flinch slightly.

Upon flinging open the bedroom door, Jason was sorely unprepared to meet such a pitiful sight.

There you were, spread open for all to see. Cunt swollen and wet, dripping like a faucet onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Your braids ran wild behind you as your bonnet had slipped off and your entire body was trembling due to the chill in the air.

Even as his huge form stood over you, your shaky and tired hands continued to rub at your clit, desperate for relief. Your bitten lips were still being chewed and your teary eyes remained squeezed shut.

Jason softened and hardened at the same time, but in different places.

You open your eyes to find him in his tactical gear looming over you and your hands immediately fly up from you body to make grabby hands at him.

He manages a genuine, soft smile despite the carnal desire brewing in his pants.

Before he indulges though, he need to make sure you're okay first.

"Hey, I'm right here love. You alright?" He whispers over your shaking body, his hand volunteering to rub your calf in effort to soothe your shaking.

"J-Jay? fuck I need-" you sob as your trembling hand returns to your abused clit once again.

He catches your hand and kisses the back of it, knowing that this will only overstimulate you. However, this was all the confirmation he needed. Jason stripped himself quickly and crawled his way up to you on the bed.

"Shhhh I know querida, I know... Does it hurt?" Jason questions, trying to gauge the situation the best he could.

You nod fervently, just wanting some fucking relief. Your hips were sore from being in such an open position for so long, your breasts and nipples were raw, and oh god you didn't want to acknowledge the burning between your legs.

Just then, Jason captured your lips with his as soft reassurance. This gentleness didn't last, as your desires began to overtake your mouths and soon, you were both hungrily devouring each other.

Jason was here, with you, right here, right now.

His hands began to roam, your body, soothing all the tension and frustration that was once there. It hurt him to feel your muscles trembling in such a painful way, but also inspired him to make them shake for a more intimate purpose.

Jason's mouth made its way down your body, from the back of your left ear to your collarbone, making your gasp as he left marks of his devotion in his wake. His journey led him to the valley between your breasts, where his hands began to knead your right breast with practiced skill.

"J-Jay please- oh~"

At your call, his head perks up from where he was kissing down your stomach, just above your navel.

Jason's lustful green eyes settle on your pleading and desperate gaze, to which he smirks and settles the side of his head on your soft tummy and continues holding your gaze.

"Tell me how you want me, cariño"

You bit your lip. All this longing has robbed you of your ability to think, and in the most crucial moment, your mind went blank.

Seeming to notice, Jason moves himself back up to your face, silver chain dangling from his neck over yours, and employs his left hand to smooth your braids from your face.

"You want me to fuck you like the heavens have forsaken us, hm?"

You moan and nod, one of your hands moving to his weeping length and beginning to stroke it.

Jason devours you again, making you eat his moans and whimpers, and finally positions himself between your legs.

Upon swiping a thick finger between your folds he realizes that he's completely good to go, no prep needed.

"Deep breath, mami~" he grits out. He doesn't wait for a response before he's pushing himself all the way in.

You both moan in unison, and continue to do so as Jason's thrusts pickup speed and force.

As soon as he's found a rhythm his mouth and hands didn't leave your body. His chain dangled closely above you as he kissed your cheeks and neck, and his hands kneaded and squeezed wherever they went.

Surprising to neither of you, Jason's pace quickly became brutal, but he continued hitting all the sensitive spots inside your warm walls. His roughness never overshadowed his ability to bring you pleasure, he made sure of that.

Remembering your sore hips, Jason pulls a pillow under your ass to change the angle, which allows him to reach that much deeper inside you.

Your pussy clenches hard at the newfound pleasure and the coil in your lower tummy begins to unravel.

"You like that 'ma? This tight pussy tells me you do." He chuckles.

All you can do is moan and grip the soft sheets for dear life; Jason was making you see Andromeda.

The coil, never forgotten, was closing in quickly, by which Jason was undeniably privy to due to your walls closing on on him.

You threw your head back and tried to stay in the moment without getting lost in the anticipation of your impending orgasm.

At this, Jason's now free hand found the back of your head and lifted it back up to meet his gaze.

"Amorcita? I know you're close, mi vida. You know what I want" Jason whispers against your mouth, his breath ghosting over your bitten and swollen lips.

The coil was becoming unbearable now. You were teetering on just the edge, just the painstaking precipice of and absolutely mind-bending orgasm.

You notice that Jason was getting sloppier, and his thrusts quicker and not as deep. His quick breaths became laboured and his eyes screwed shut. He was close.

"You're right there darling. C'mon, cum with me." He says before he smashes his lips on yours and thrusts hard. The coil in your tummy finally snapping at the surprise.

Galaxies and other stars bathed in white bliss was all you were able to perceive as the long-awaited orgasm claimed every blazing nerve in your body. No longer cold, but cozily warm your body felt as the waves of pleasure continued to cascade throughout your body.

Your other half was pushed over the edge by your climax, which then painted your insides a sticky white while he groaned in your ear upon release.

You were too far gone to notice his thrusts coming to a stop and his hands running themselves up and down your sides, gently coaxing your back in the present with him.

"Mami? You back with me yet" Jason whispers in your neck.

You barely register what he's saying, outside stimulation being very hazy and distant.

"Hmm?"

"I asked if you're with me yet." He says with a laugh. You looked so lost but finally content.

You nod your head, but this was't sufficient.

"Words, querida."

"Yeah, I'm good." You respond with a sigh.

Though you knew tomorrow morning would be hell on your muscles, you were finally satisfied and happy.

Jason kissed your forehead and got up to get a towel, but stopped once he got to the ensuite bathroom and turned to look at you while leaning on the doorframe.

"Oh and baby?"

You turn over to look at him, your eyes not being able to fight the urge to roam the expanse of his glorious body as if your guts weren't already rearranged.

"Hmm?"

"I hope you never charge that vibrator again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a/n pt2: PHEWWWW YALL THIS TOOK SO LONG AND MY BROWSER QUIT AND I ALMOST LOST ALL MY PROGRESS

anyways its 3am night night

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dilfhos · 2 years ago

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HE’S NO DIME

TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

inspired by [ the worst • j.aiko & basically whole ye album ]

cw;deadoves! abusive relationship, dvbc0n, alcohol, hyperfem!reader (hair done/laid, acrylics, makeup), violent threats, ass play, fingering, derogatory use of bitch, car sex, fear, baby trap, toxic toji, rough handling, toji’s really mean like borderline sadistic, toxic relationship. toji’s slightly delusional. he pulls a tool on ya (ending’s a bit rushed—wanna expand on this and dont wanna reveal tm)

+n; this turned out a wee’ whumpier than intended, trying diff things. i do not promote nor officially romanticize the acts in this fiction. if you find yourself in this situation, please try n’ exhaust every method of telling someone and leaving.

You almost didn’t register the click before the head of the barrel was pointed in your direction, trained directly in between your brows…

wc: 4.9 | MDNI.

“Don’t take it personal, but I just don’t see us…” He flicked his finger back and forth across the table. “You know.”

Under the low glow of the lights in the expansive restaurant, your face cracked but only briefly as you picked up your wine glass and looked away.

The low hum of the crowded dining room was only heard between the two of you, serving no comfort to the looming silence hung aimlessly. Fushiguro tugged awkwardly at his collar, sighing when you didn’t initially speak.

You cleared your throat after setting down your glass as you took your time to formulate a response.

“Right. So, you somehow managed to boss up because inherently you’re broke. Let's start with that. The fact that I’m actually sitting here is a miracle,” You giggled to yourself ignoring the way his lip twitched up at the corner.

If he weren’t surrounded by such a distinguished audience at the moment, you wouldn’t have gotten so far but he let you have it. You continued with a wicked upturn of your glossed lips.

“So somehow, you’ve gotten a hold of a shit ton of money. And the first thing you do is demand I ‘doll up’ for you, bring me here just to tell me I don’t mean anything to you.” He shrugged as your gaze narrowed.

“You pay your bills, Toji? Pay your debt collectors? Pay for your past exploits. You know my card is still being billed to this day! Heh, and the very first thing you want to avoid talking about is where we stand.” You jabbed a finger against the table.

“I’m tired of it. Tired of the push and pull. You’re a grown ass man! Can’t take care of yourself but want to drag me down to hell with you.”

You could go on but the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to slap the shit out of him. Your words were sharp, everything inside having been edged each time you saw him. They felt good to say but it didn’t seem like it was enough especially considering how unbothered he seemed to be across you.

“You need to stop talking now.” He deadpanned.

By now your other hand was pressed against the table, freshly manicured hands gripping into the tablecloth. It seemed your own composure was slipping to reveal more of the betrayal and resentment inside. Still, you fought through the budding sluggishness, plump lips set in a tight line as you glared back.

“Didn’t have to agree on coming if yer just gonna shit-talk me. Coulda spent my hard-earned money on a nicer bitch.” He countered.

You scoffed. “Hard-earned money my ass. You stole that shit. And like anyone would be sane enough to put up with you for as long as I have. Regardless, that’s not the point here,” You thrusted a single digit between him and yourself.

“I’m leaving and you’ll never see me again until you get your shit together.” He was silent, watching the subtle tightening of your jaw and slitted eyes.

“So you’ve clearly missed my point altogether.”

He said it so casually, igniting the fire in your gut to spread along your body. Your face burned, heat nipping at your nape and the pit of your arms as he just sat there.

Fushiguro stared back at you, not missing the twitch in your cheek with his deadpan expression. But deep down he was roused. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of you, make you fall apart in any sort of way because he knew exactly how it would end. You were close too, just needed a bit more of his nonchalance as you spiraled through your anger.

Your hands moved to drag down your face, only last minute remembering your makeup and opting on clipping your fingertips together in irritation.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right.” You started moving, throwing a napkin over your barely touched meal.

Fushiguro was silent as he watched you gather your belongings. You didn’t look at him; you knew he wore that goofy expression, lips twisted up in a condescending smirk with amused eyes as you did what you’ve always done.

He only picked up his glass, eyes trailing down your body and landing on your ass as you turned off without a word, heels clacking as you maneuver around the approaching waiter toward the door. The vision of glass and the flood of richer sunlight blurred through brimming tears as you pushed through, immediately met with the subtle frost of the autumn chill.

Fushiguro watched you go and heard the distant chime of the front entrance closing behind you too. He felt alone in the middle of the restaurant surrounded by only a reminder of what he couldn’t have. He simply huffed, nudging aside his half-empty glass to go straight for the wine bottle. His other hand came up to pop open the blazer buttons, bringing forth little comfort to the heat flushing his skin.

Brazenly he choked the neck, downing the sweet taste in two, three, five gulps before slamming it down, meeting the eyes of the rich bitches to the table next to him. With a toothy grin he stood, fisting out wadded, striped bills from his pocket to throw down before eventually heading out, a wobble in his steps.

Met with the cool air, his head cocked to the side to see you at the far end of the sidewalk in front of the building, pacing with slow steps as you talked into your phone. You didn't look his way, didn’t seem to notice even as he headed in the direction of his vehicle.

Both of you knew you didn’t have a ride, being that he was the one who wanted to bring you. He chose this far-out location specifically, knowing something like this would happen. That you’d try to run from him, call up one of your childhood boys to come and try to intimidate him.

More of the sleek black SUV came into view as he unlocked the door, immediately awakening the car with a low hum from the fob. He got in and sat in silence, eyes trained on you through the mirror. You were looking towards the entrance now, probably still waiting for him to walk out. To grab you up. To apologize and offer to take you home, make it up to you just like the prince concocted preciously in your deluded mind would.

He enjoyed the anger on your features as you brought your phone back in front of your face, tapping the screen angrily before shaking your head.

Fushiguro shrugged out of his coat, flinging it behind him. He then put his car in reverse and began backing out of the parking space. You didn’t notice the hulking vehicle stalking up beside you until he rolled his window down.

“Get in.”

“Fuck off Toji,” He laughed and leaned over, engine revving in succession. “I'm so serious. Leave me alone.”

You spun in the opposite direction, waking up your phone again to call another car. Anything to get away from him.

Starting back toward the warmth of the restaurant, a sudden snarl of the car ripped through the lot, startling you. He skidded backwards and had you stumbling as he jerked the vehicle to a stop. You knew well enough that he couldn’t hit you on the sidewalk, but something deep inside told you if given the opportunity, he’d run you down with no hesitation.

Witnesses be damned, he’d skip town, leaving you behind altogether like nothing.

The car door slammed shut and Fushiguro emerged from the side growing bigger in sight until he loomed over your body. You realized he’d taken his tuxedo coat off in the car, the white button down snug over a bulging frame. His hands flexed, clenching and unclenching as he blinked narrowed eyes toward the other passerbys.

“Get in the car. Why’re you making a scene?” He muttered getting closer to you.

“I don’t want to be around you right now. I’m tired of you playing me,”

“Don’t be stupid. Just get in the car. We can talk about it,” he gripped your wrist and you attempted to jerk him off.

“Let go of me.”

“Don’t push me.” He warned.

“Or what? I’ll be replaced?” You shrugged him off again and he let you. “Woe to me. Go home Toji. I'm calling a cab.” Before you could bring your phone to your ear, he snatched it away. You couldn’t get a word out as he spun on a heel and stalked toward his car wordlessly, the sound of the door slamming following. You gaped after him, eyes flickering about the audience your interaction drew.

They whispered among each other and your cheeks burned as you followed him, cutting around to the passenger side. You flung open the door.

“Toji please give me my phone so I can call someone to get me. We don’t have to keep doing this and I’ll be gone.” Your voice remained calm as you bit back the tremble.

You almost didn’t register the click before the head of the barrel was pointed in your direction, trained directly in between your brows. Black swallowed the olive specks in his eyes, pupils seeming to pulsate under his leveled gaze.

“Get in the car baby.”

…

The ride started quiet as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Your body was pressed toward your side of the vehicle, away from him as you stared out the window.

Until your sight turned rural, the familiar scene of the apartment complexes that surrounded yours parting into spaced treelines. You snapped your head to face him, his expression unreadable as he continued driving.

“Take me home.” You glared a hole through his temple but he didn’t register your demand. Only strummed his finger against the steering wheel as he stared at the road, humming to the low faded music playing.

“I'm serious. I never want to see you again. I want you to take me home.” You shoved his arm hard, earning a faux surprised expression as he gaped at you. “Take me home now, Toji.”

“Okay, okay relax. Just sit there and be pretty, yeah?”

“Screw you.”

He laughed again, foot quickly pounding the pedal as you jerked forward, yelping as the revving grew louder in your ears. The scenery whipped through the window blowing cold air along your body.

“What are you doing!”

“We’re going home right? ‘M taking you home, we’re juss getting there faster.” He chuckled darkly, tongue laving over his scar as he glanced over at you. The way your wide, glassy eyes stared back, a hand clutching your door and the other in your lap. His eyes flickered up and down your body, eyeing the heave of your chest behind the strappy bodice of your dress as he only inched his foot lower.

“You’re gonna kill us!”

“Till death do we part.” Toji only grinned as his hand clutched the wheel, ignoring the way you gawked at him. Tears sprung fresh in your eyes as you clutched yourself, hair wild as it whipped around you through the wind. You clawed at the strands sticking to your gloss as your other moved to the handle instinctively.

“What, you gonna jump out at ninety-eight miles per hour? I’d love to see you try it sweetheart!” He roared in boisterous laughter, the taunting noise loud over the buzz of the engine, swirling aimlessly around your fuzzy mind.

“Please,” He turned again at your whimper, noticing the trembling in your chin as you bit your lip. In the passenger seat, you looked pathetic. Not at all the big bad attitude you personified publicly just an hour before as you stared at him disgusted.

Instead you’re cowering against the door, fear etched all over your face. “Stop it. I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry.”

He eased his foot up until the car came to a crawl. When he stopped, it was quiet again, save for the anklet jingling against your shaking legs and subtle breaths.

You only met his eye for a second before you flicked the lock, jumping out as you ignored the way your leg buckled onto the soft ground.

You whipped your head around, the treelines gone completely to the highway surrounded by mountains and country space. Straight ahead was a bar before the plunging drop of the hill you were standing on. Stumbling back against the door you start to circle around the car toward the road.

“What are you doing? You wanted to talk so let's talk!” You waved him off as bleary eyes scanned both directions. Toji sighed, leaving the driver side to go to the backseat. He situated himself comfortably against the new leather, relishing in the subtle fan of fresh heat coming from the vents as you frantically searched for another car. He popped the buttons of his sleeves and collar before groaning to roll the window down.

“Get in or I’ll leave you out here. I’ll throw you off the fuckin’ ledge and no one will find you. You want that?” He leaned further when you looked back, lips agape. “Then get in the damn car.”

You shivered again against the bite of the evening, now painfully aware of the darkening sky and desolate surroundings. Your arms crossed, internally regretting the bodycon you wore, feeling exposed and idiotic as you looked back and forth between the highway. A single car hadn’t passed in the moments you’d been standing there and when you peered back toward Fushiguro, you knew it was exactly what he’d been betting on.

“I just wanna go home,” you whined, lifting a sinking heel from the earth. You nearly stumbled and Fushiguro huffed at your composure.

“I'm gonna take you home. Will you get in the car? Please, woman?” His speech was slow, emphatic as he dragged it out. As if he didn’t go through the trouble putting the two of you in the very predicament.

You turned, a pout on your face as you defeatedly made your way to the other side of the car, giving another forlorn look to the road, hoping that maybe headlights would flood the asphalt. Instead you made sure to slam his backdoor behind you, hard.

He didn’t flinch. He just watched closely as you scooted the furthest you could away from him.

It was eerily quiet, your sniffles heard over the hum of the vents.

“Why do you hate me,” you eventually whimpered, head lolling against the back of the passenger headrest. Even though he turned the heat on you shivered erratically, exhaustion beating its way through your static body.

“Because it pisses me off when you spout about shit you know nothing about. You don’t know what I do. What I can do.”

Not that he didn’t hate you. Not that the very accusation was absurd given everything the two have been through; what he’d put you through. What you’d done for him and who you became to appease the insatiable hunger that was Fushiguro.

You slumped back against the door at his response as your eyes flickered to the metal on his thigh. He followed your gaze before lifting it to make a show of turning it over. You jerked your knees back as he leaned toward the front seat to shove it in the glovebox with a snicker. He sat back, closer and he slung his arm against the back of the seats.

“So,” he waved a hand toward you. “Y’gonna talk?”

“You gonna hurt me if I try?” You mumbled half-heartedly.

“I will if you push me.” His face was dark before he grinned. “Kidding, baby. I would never do anything to hurt you. I lo-” He stopped himself, clearing his throat.

“Just need to stop acting out. I do shit my way. And tha’s that. Nothin’ to it.” He ignored the downturn of your lips, obviously disatisfied.

“Then I’ll go,”

“You won’t.” He countered definitively. He inched closer watching your shrink into the door.

“I’ll run away. And you’ll never find me.”

“I’ll hunt you down b’fore you could even think of tryin’.” He leaned in.

“To-mmf!” He had your head shoved against the window, a hand against the headrest to hold his weight. The other was furled in the roots at the crown of your head as his tongue shoved past your lips, licking at your thrashing tongue. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails sinking into his nape as you subtly bucked back. But there was nowhere to go. He pulled away, eyeing your state.

The makeup he’d assume you worked so hard on was fucked up, mascara smeared beneath wet eyes, lashes clumped with fat tear drops. Your nose was puffy and if he looked closer, he could make out the bit of moisture beneath, evidence of your crying. Your lipgloss was smudged, smearing opaque brown across swollen lips above a trembling chin.

And he couldn’t find anything worth more staring at.

“Wanna be a good girl now?” He huffed, eyes training down your body when you stopped moving. The dark dress was taut against your body, snatching subtle curves and accentuating your figure. It was hiked unintentionally up your leg and he slid a wide palm over your thigh to reveal more skin. Thighs snapping closed, you whimpered as his eyes jerked to yours.

“What? Don’t wanna make it all better? ‘S all your fault y’ know.” He sneered, shrinking to his side of the backseat.

You sat up and straightened your dress, palming back the hair you knew he messed up in his handling. “I didn’t do anything Toji. You’re just insane,”

He scoffed. “You been fucking with me all night. Didn’t have to take you out at all,”

“All I asked was what we were.” Silence. He imstead snarled out his window, eyes darting around the dark scene outside before starting.

“Not gonna be the man you want me to be. Take it or leave it. I don’t care if you cry, you stay, you leave— If that’s what you really want.”

“It is.”

“Yeah?” He grinned as he finally looked at you. And really looked at you.

Beneath his scrutinized gaze you straightened the best you could, eyes narrowed. But deep down Fushiguro knew you weren’t going anywhere. He’s had nights worse than this and seemed to always know exactly what to do to bring it back.

You could spout your absence and threaten him all you wanted. Take a few days, take a month even to recuperate, he’d implore you! The more time he’d give you, the easier it was to come crawling back with some half-assed explanation as to why he needed comfort, why he needed you in his life. Your hopeless devotion was something he’d been picking at from the beginning. Since he met you, little by little he revealed more layers of how much you’d tolerate and how far he could push.

Even now, as he licked his lips, bloodshot eyes glinting beneath the light post, he saw your eyes dart away as you began to shift around uncomfortably.

“Thought so. Now c’mere. On my lap…that’s it baby,” He cooed as you begrudgingly crossed the space to situate yourself awkwardly on his legs. You kept your eyes down to his chest.

“Look at me.” When you didn’t, Fushiguro slid his hand around your head to palm your nape. You whimpered as your face was brought closer to his. “Yer gonna be good f’me now?” He cooed.

“Answer me when I speak to you. Or yer still thinkin’ of leaving, hm?” His other hand crept up your shin, traveling to slide beneath your dress and rest on your hip. When you still didn’t respond he grinned.

“Open your legs, lemme see how wet she is f’me,” You still weren’t acting fast enough for his liking, earning the handling on your knees as he roughly spread you himself. Calloused thumbs dug into the plush of your thighs as he got a sight of pussy deeply outlined by your panties, lacy material sticking to fatty wet lips.

“Drooling. Look at ’er.” You whimpered as mashed his thumb against your slit, bearing no tenderness as his eyes flickered to your expression.

“Toji-”

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I let you speak enough in the restaurant. And you didn’t wanna answer me now. So stop fuckin’ talkin or I’ll hurt you, seriously.”

“Make yerself useful and pull that fucking dress up. Matter fact—Take it off, yeah. Here,” He shoved away your sluggish hands, yanking the fabric over your head as it tussled your hair. His hands trailed up your back as he drank in your dazed expression. Your lips parted to speak.

“What. Wanna complain s’more?” Nails dug into your scalp as your head was jerked to the side, meaty fingers curled in your locks. Fushiguro’s hips bucked, knocking your legs apart again as he skillfully shoved the crotch of the lace to the side. His fingers flicked up against your clit, as he dove forward with teeth bared, attacking your neck feverishly. His canines scraped over the prominent bone of your collar before digging in.

“That…that hurts,” His grip was gradually tightening on your hair as he started stroking your weeping cunny. Even so, your hips dragged, sensitivity ever growing as you smeared your arousal along his pants. He plunged two of his fat fingers into your cunt, make your body arch into him.

You didn’t know where to put your hands, mind still hazy and you were unsure of what to do. Adrenaline and alcohol coursed through, the building of the evening's events spilling out through the eventual shy tugging of his belt.

“Please,”

“What? Daddy didn’t quite catch that.” His hand stilled, palms slickened with the juices he was drawing from you.

“Won’t say nothin’ anymore. Don’want you to be mad—Don’t want you to be rough,” you rushed, trembling hands stroking the sides of his neck.

“Shoulda thought of that before shooting your mouth off.” He took over, hands flying to tug at the leather from the loops. You lifted slightly for him to shove his pants around trunked thighs, practically drooling to see he wasn’t wearing anything beneath. His heavy cock sat against his thigh, chucky in width and long enough to split you a gape.

Under your gaze, it jumped excitingly and ignited the assault of fluttering in your tummy. His hand jerked to regain your attention, the other hand fisting his dick with a couple languid strokes.

“Should fuck your brains out and leave you here,” He leaned forward capturing your nipple in his mouth, the edge of his teeth grinding against the swollen bud. “Uhnn, th-that, Toji!”

His tongue lashed over the indents before releasing your tit with a wet smack.

“Want my dick baby?” You nodded as best you could in his grip, soreness budding in your neck from the angle as hands sooth down his chest to pop open the rest of his buttons.

“Eager now? Thought ya wanted to leave,” he chucked. You ignored him, hands sliding beneath the flaps of his open shirt. You palmed his chest, his heart beating beneath prominent pecs as your fingered grazed his nipples, making him grunt.

His hand stuck against your ass like a crisp snap as you shimmied. “Yeah, keep that ass moving.”

Your acrylics clawed at his neck as you grounded your hips, whining as you frantically tried to move and appease him. It still didn’t stop another blow before he smashed the globes of your ass together, using them to roughly thrust you along his cock, his arousing leaking from his slit.

“Fuck, look at you slut. Can’t enough of me huh,” He huffed, rutting up his hips and groaning at the friction.

He tore your panties to the side again, using the skinny strap to prop against the side of your ass.

He had arm wrapped to lift you and shove you down on his monstrous length as a sob racked through your body.

His elongated groan echoed in the steamy car with your cry as you lifted slightly, cunt spasming around his puffy tip. He shoved you back down completely before his hand struck your ass again.

Your hand slammed against the hood, the other against the window, feeling the wetness of the steam through your palm. You threw your head back, the tug in your tummy satiated through his hands, through the way his dick massaged your ridged walls, thick head bumping against the fatty hole of your cervix. His hands trailed around your sticky skin, palming your tits and allowing you to take over, thighs flexing as you rode him.

“Look so good, princess. Taking my dick, I might forgive ya,”

“I hate you,” You cried, as though to somehow ease the way his fingers pinched cruelly at your nipples. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring the image of him grinning in your face. He brushed away the spilling tears, thumb trailing sloppily over your swollen lips.

“I know,” he pressed it past them, dragging the corner of your mouth to reveal your teeth. You resisted the alarming urge to bite him until he thrusted it deeper against your tongue, choking you.

His cock snapped up, balls slapping your ass as his thick veins scrubbed your gummy walls. You couldn’t help but drool and squeal, face slack and shiny with sweat and dirty tears ran down your face, makeup utterly ruined. He pulled his thumb out before muttering, “I know, tell me again sweetheart.”

His hands slid down to pull apart the fats of your ass as his dick drilled deeper, middle finger pressed against the opening of your hole between them.

“I-” A wolfish grin split his face as you visibly shivered when he pressed deep, the pad nearly disappearing inside. He knew exactly where you liked it, what switch to turn on, where to poke and prod. It’s what had you coming back for more. Begging more more. And he’d give it to you, always, even if you had to drag it out of him.

“God, I hate you Toji…Fushiguro. Wish I never met you!” At your blubbering, his hands snaked around your waist, gathering both wrists behind you at the small of your back under a large palm. Your head fell behind you against the driver seat, back arched as he had you trapped in the new and limiting position.

Fushiguro’s hips continued to flex, cock tearing through your little cunt as you bounced on his lap. His other hand gripped at your ass cheek, pulling it away before delivering another smack.

He growled at your fucked-out composure, relishing in the arch of of body as your tits bounced in his vision. His balls tightened as more and more of your whining grew broken and more incoherent.

“Can’t—Can’t hold it! ‘m gonna cum! Gonna,” He leaned forward, restricting your movements to keep you from squirming.

“Look a’me. We’re gonna cum together, yeah?”

Your eyes glossed briefly before you tugged your arm half-heartedly. He scooted forward, thick thighs unrelenting as they thrusted upward. He didn’t miss a beat even when you began writhing on his lap, the sound of sicky pap pap paps! quickening as it filled the car.

“Wait-Wait…can’t nut in me. Toji ‘member I stopped—”

“-Shh it’s okay, I wanna start a family,” Your lips snapped shit as you froze and he grinned, continuing. “‘Mma make you a mommy how’s that sound? You want me so fucking bad, I’mma keep you forever. Surprise, baby.”

He let you wrench free from his hands this time, knowing you weren’t fit for the strength needed to crawl away from him. His heels dug into the floor and he bucked off the seat, car creaking as hands falling to your hips.

“‘M gonna fill you up. Yer gonna take my fuckin’ load bitch. Yer gonna be my little trophy wife and ‘mma stuff my seed into this pussy. ‘Nd yer gonna give me a little bastard, honey,” Spit flew around gritted teeth as nails clawed your skin, words tumbling out unfiltered.

He didn’t care to hide it at his point, you’d been provoking him all night. He wanted to let it go, wanted this night to be the closest thing to a peaceful dinner the two of you had. Through the fiery arguments budded a deeper emotion he couldn’t describe but all he knew is you had him wrapped around your finger and he had you gripped with all of his. Fushiguro didn’t want to admit it to you but his feelings were intense, an ever growing storm swirling within him as much as he tried to stuff it down, to push you away entirely.

But you had to go and run your fucking mouth.

“Stoppit, I shit…You can’t! You scratched at his hands, twisting your body away from him.

“Shut up! Fuck just…shhh baby. Ya can’t stop me.” He growled, holding you flush against his heated body as his hips stuttered. They twitched against your thighs as his cock throbbed inside your walls, hot thick cum spilling into your cunny.

You cried out, fingers yanking at his sweaty locks, cunt involuntarily twitching around his girth.

“Toji!”

Your name spilled out at the same time, muffled into the curve of your neck. Your palms pressed against his chest to push him away but he countered with precision, thick limbs wrapping around your arms as he sat back against the seat to pull you into his chest.

“Yer mine now, ‘s what ya wanted.” He grinded his hips slowly, thrusting his spilling, warm nut back into you.

It was a second layer when you stilled, defeated as your chest heaved against his in a silent sob, sticky cum leaking around your thighs. His dick jumped around inside you as he nuzzled your neck with his lips.

“Now you can’t go nowhere baby, I’ve made sure of it. We’re gonna go home now and yer gonna be good for’me right?”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

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vivicas-dollhouse · 1 month ago

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Creepypasta camping trip!!

I miss camping so here you go

*image from where i camp!*

Genre: idk what to call this, ramble?

Characters: ticci toby, masky/tim, hoodie/brian, kate the chaser, nina the killer, jane the killer, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, clockwork, lulu, homicidal liu, bloody painter, sally williams

Desc: Hey, its the creeps family vacation time again! This time they are going camping by a clear river surrounded by beautiful rocky hills and trees as far as the eye can see for a whole week! With all these fun activities, lets see what they get up to!

Cw: shrooms and blood mentioned, no details

I spent like 3 days on this PLEASE ENJOY

Toby

-he loves being outside and in nature, he has the zoomies the whole time

-he enjoys pissing people off so thats exactly what he does

-he doesn't really help with setting up camp, he just gives “emotional support”

-he realizes very quickly that he did not pack enough toiletries

-”w-what? I do-dont stink t-that bad,”

-he is in charge of everything revolving fire, but his idea of lighting fires is dousing the wood in gasoline

-he brought himself mashed potato flakes, and he is not willing to share

-he sleeps in just his gym shorts and it is STILL too hot

-he wakes up early to go hiking with liu, he needs to explore

-he REEKS of BO but no one says anything about it

-he gets covered in cuts and scrapes on the hike, some of them are really bad but he doesn't notice at all

-he doesn't even stop hiking when they get back down the cliff face, he goes exploring even more

-by the time he comes back it is well after dark and he is mad that they didnt let him light the fire

-on day two he is visibly burnt but he cant feel it so he just keeps on exploring

-he briefly gets in the river just to wash the dirt and stank off, but he hates hates HATES water so he gets out pretty quickly

-he isnt doing well without his phone, he is ACHING to go on tiktok and instagram but its not like he can do anything about it

-he gets very bored and just walks around in the woods until he cant see anything anymore

-he bothers tim at any opportunity he can, he sneaks in his tent and starts singing or releasing a bug and booking it out so tim doesnt hurt him

Jeff

-he is fine with the whole thing, he spends a lot of time outside already. it was the packing and driving and putting up camp that he didnt like

-he bitched the entire drive about how cramped it was, what music was being played, how it was too hot, but now that hes here? hes thrilled

-hes not much of an outdoorsman as much he is a “fuck around and find out” explorer

-he chases people with bugs in his hands ones camps done, he just has the zoomies

-he eats hot dogs like nobody's business. hes practically inhaling them

-he cant wait for dark so he can start scaring the shit out of people

-the next morning he raids the breakfast pastries stash and slams back one of the 14 monsters he packed

-he is not one to go hiking up mountains like his brother, hed much rather poke around where its flat, like on the river bank or in the brush. its a vacation, hes not gonna exert himself more than he has to

-he HATES the water though, so he just dips his feet in at most

-he burns easy so he just wears a hoodie. easy fix.

-everyone is shocked he is wearing a hoodie but he does that everyday and doesn't get hot, hes used to it

-he will just sit on the river bank and talk, he loves to talk about nothing in particular

-he also forgot there wouldn't be any cell service and packed only electronics

-”...and then they set him up on a fake date at the mall and ambushed him with a guy in a pickle suit stealing his date and… are you even listening?”

-hes not miserable at all, hes having a great time just walking around and talking shit about literally anything

-he is in his own tent because he talks in his sleep and no one wants to be around him because its disturbing

-he lives to piss people off though so he will go into peoples tents at nights and release bugs and worms

-hes sad to leave but he NEEDS to check his phone

Jack

-he lived outside most his life, hes a monster human.. thing…. after all. he just isnt in love with the idea of doing it for fun

-he will help do all the physical labor, he is a lot stronger than the others so it would be rude not to

-he brought his first aid supplies just in case someone gets hurt, he would hate for the fun to be ruined

-he was right to think he wouldn't enjoy it, he doesn't!

-he realizes very quickly that he didnt bring enough kidneys to eat

-he quickly gets bored and walks into the woods to hunt something and returns bloody in the middle of the night

-this happens every night and every night he ends up waking the people in his tent at an ungodly hour smelling like forest funk

-”i apologize.. im sorry.. ‘scuse me.. let me lay down.. sorry..”

-during the day he chooses to go hiking at first but quickly regrets his choices

-his legs hurt and his back hurts and his feet hurt and

-he eventually decides to stop going hiking and just sits on the river bank with some of the others while carving wood

-he didnt realize how… sunny… it was going to be.. and with the sun came the heat.. he clearly did not pack enough shorts

-he didnt pack enough clothes at ALL

-he ends up having to rewear bloody clothes and stinks even WORSE

-eventually becomes silent for the most part, he is not happy

-in fact hes miserable

-he mostly hangs around nina and lets her do the talking like he usually does

Masky

-had the unfortunate task of organizing the whole thing, but now that they are here? after all that?

-he hates it.

-he thought he was going to like it and really tried to like it at first but its just so goddamn hot and he can barely tolerate these idiots in the comfort of the mansion, and now he has to share a tent with them?

-abso-fucking-lutley not! he wants to go home!

-he is instantly bitchy, its hot, there are too many bugs, and toby wont stop bothering him and now he has to do manual labor? this must be hell

-he is in charge of sally, and he puts on a good act at first but eventually he passes her to clockwork because even though shes sweet, he is about to kill someone

-that someone might have a name that starts with T and ends with oby

-”toby i brought you here, and your so… oh my GOD your such a bitch. GET THAT BEETLE AWAY FROM ME-”

-he spends the first night almost completely silent, hes tired and wants to go to bed but its too damn hot

-eventually he is able to sleep but its not a restful one

-he WANTED to go hiking but hes just too tired

-he spends the first day just rotting in the tent and reading his books to recover

-he packed so many cartons of cigs and it feels like he didnt pack enough

-the second day he feels a bit better and takes sally on a nature walk and points out the wild animals and flowers she can pick

-later he takes her to the river and reads on the bank

-he gets horrifically sunburned and spends the night in agony

-he is miserable the rest of the time but does whatever sally wants to do because that is quite literally all he has the energy for and even then its a struggle

Hoodie/Brian

-he just wants to fish

-he knows the point of the trip was to swim and explore but he just wants to fish and maybe grab some cool bugs to keep

-he will help set stuff up, he knows how to do everything that needs to be done afterall

-he spent YEARS living off the grid, 7 days is nothing

-he insists on going foraging but no one wants to so he goes alone :(

-he gets stung by some things but thats part of the fun!

-he eventually is convinced to come on a hike the the next morning, but for the rest of the afternoon?

-here comes the fishing pole

-he ends up not catching anything the first day

-he wakes up before everyone else on the second day and just picks a hill and gets climbing

-after he gets to the top, he sees a couple of the guys climbing up to him and starts gathering up beetles in his pockets to release on them

-”hey guys, i have something in my pocket for you allll,”

-after he gets down the trail a bit he realizes he forgot a water bottle and goes all the way back up to get it

-brian is a lot of things but a littering piece of shit is not one of them

-he cleans up camp once he gets back, you dont want to attract raccoons or something

-he just never seems to be tired for some reason, 9pm rolls around and hes still doing shit

-he insists on fishing as much as possible and only stops being a maniac once he finally catches a few

-after that, he just chills in a floatie in the river. his mission is complete.

Clockwork

-she is the one who suggested the trip in the first place

-she is thrilled, and she clears the ground to get room for the tents while the others unload the cars

-she brought extras of all things sunburn care, she knows how bad it is to rawdog a bad sunburn from years of experience

-she starts cooking as soon as the fire starts going, she cooks some soup for everyone

-she gets burnt on accident because of toby pouring gas on the fire

-gets sally situated for the night, brushing her hair and blowing up the air mattress slender insisted she needed

-once sallys asleep, she goes hunting for a bit but doesn't really have the tools to properly kill something

-the next morning she goes with a couple of the crew to the river and messes around in the water all day, making fun of the people on the shore

-”imagine being scared of water, fucking pussys”

-her idea of “fun river activities” is her diving to the bottom and trying to grab enough rocks so that she sinks to the bottom

-she has to wear swimming goggles cause of her eye so she has a lot of fun looking at fish too

-she tans instead of burning at first, but eventually the sun wins and she gets burnt on her face because she forgot to put sunscreen on there

-at the end of the day she dries off and reads by the fire, she is happy to have some peaceful time to herself after a long day

-she feels at home in the wilderness, so shes sad when the week ends but is tired and ready to sleep in a real bed

Kate

-she wasn't all that excited to go, she likes air conditioning and wifi more than “quality time”

-she sets up her and the girls tent almost alone, with clocky pitching in

-shes used to pitching tents, she often had to take one on a mission so she didn't have to sleep in her car

-she brought shroom gummies in secret because if shes forced to stay outside she is NOT doing it sober

-she took one before they started driving, and she takes another one while shes eating

-she has no problem with spending time with the fam, but she just wishes it was cooler

-she knocks out early and wakes up around 7 and watches the people going hiking pack up

-she sits in the silence for a bit and watches the sun rise, and she decides camping isnt that bad

-what IS bad though is that she was under the impression that there would be more hearty breakfast foods

-girl is STARVING

-she doesn't wait for people to get up, she puts on her swim shorts and bikini and walks down to the river

-its not hot enough for the water to be warm enough, but she doesn't mind. its nice to be cold for once

-as people start to trickle down to the river she starts looking for trees to climb, she finally has energy now that the shrooms are out of her system

-”dare me to flip? no? yeah its a bad idea, your right,”

-jumps off the tallest tree she can safely climb and cannonballs into the deep end

-shes out for the rest of the day though, she used all her energy up and wants to draw on the river bank with helen

-she gets mildly burnt, but she puts on so much sun screen that it's manageable

-once night falls she takes sally to see the fireflies and decides maybe she doesn't need gummies, being sober and in the moment feels nice

Sally

-shes SO EXCITED!!!

-she has been wanting to go on a trip with the adults for the longest time and she loves being outside

-she gets her own inflatable mattress that slender got specifically for her and shes sleeping with the girls, and tims her caretaker? hell yeah!

-she has all her stuff packed by tim and the other proxys, she has everything she needs and more

-she wants to go swimming so bad, but cant the first night so she settles for smores and an early bed time

-the next morning she wakes the girls up and they all go to the river and she has her toys carried for her

-”lets go, lets go! faster! cmonnnn, i wanna swim!!”

-she brought her favorite floating boat she has every time she is near a body of water, she doesn't like going under the water so the boat is a must if she wants to explore

-she is being forced to wear a sun hat, she is not a fan but everyone knows she cant get hurt in any way or else slender would kill them

-she is unaware of this and does not want to wear the hat

-eventually she goes back to camp and after her nature walk she gets her hair brushed out and braided by kate, eventually nodding off before being carried into her bed

-she really is the most loved person in that entire mansion

Nina

-absolutely does not want to be there

-she is HORRIFIED that theres no cell service

-she just watches all the others set up camp, she is not dressed for all this work (its short shorts and a tank top) (its hot ok)

-she is instantly grossed out by all the bugs and runs screaming from a beetle

-once the fire is going and they start cooking the food, she realizes she is truly fucked

-”would it kill you to eat something NOT in a can?? And can you PLEASE cook mine in a separate pot, i dont eat meat,”

-she doesn't eat anything the first night, she is just too grossed out

-she just goes to bed early, she hates the smokes smell and its getting dark anyways

-she gets into the tent and lays down, but its so hot that shes miserable

-after a long night of sweating, she wakes up starving and breaks her hunger strike by eating a muffin

-she chooses to go swimming in the river, its so hot that its the only way she can think to cool off

-she changes into her swim suit and realizes she forgot water shoes so she would have to wear her tennis shoes after shes done swimming to walk back to camp or walk barefoot

-swimming is not ninas strong suit.

-she stays in the shallows, she doesn't really know how to swim.. yet here she is.

-shes miserable

-she starts getting bitchy quick, the heat and boredom is getting to her

-she didnt bring enough to entertain herself at ALL, she was under the impression that she would at LEAST have lte

-by day 3 shes defeated. shes hungry, burnt, covered in bug bites, hot, and no one seems to care how miserable she is!

-shes happy when they pack up camp, even helping break down the tent so she can leave quicker

Jane

-this diva is not meant for hard work, but by god she will do it

-she's super stubborn and refuses to let people help her set up the water station (multiple 5 gallon distilled water jugs)

-shes strong too, and despite being in a skirt shes not scared of doing heavy lifting

-she IS scared that her thighs are starting to chafe

-she quickly changes into shorts once the tent is up, thank GOD she brought so many changes of clothes

-she is already burning though, her pale skin is not meant for the sun and spf 110 is not cutting it

-she is very glad that jack brought aloe vera gel in his first aid because… oh boy will she need it

-she chooses to sleep past breakfast the first night, she was so hot and burnt it was hard to get sleep

-”ughhhh… natalie i do not think i can physically get up right now, go without me.. ill catch up…”

-she gets a quick bite to eat, a sun shade, a book, and changes into her swimsuit to head to the river

-she doesn't plan on swimming much, she brought a couple books she wants to finish

-she feels herself getting burnt through the canopy so she decides to get into the water to cool off

-she goes into the deep end and starts playing with sally, who she carries around on her back through the water

-she ends up staying in the water playing with lulu and sally until dark, and only upon getting out does she realize she forgot sunscreen

-she is in agonizing pain that night, the aloe vera gel isnt enough, she needs to be euthanized. it would be an act of mercy

Lulu

-she grew up camping so the idea was instantly a hit

-now that shes here shes even more excited

-she cant really help set up camp, but she is more than happy to start unpacking and blowing up the toys for the river

-once everything is settled down she has some smores and hot dogs and heads to bed

-the next morning she gets up early and lays out breakfast for everyone and changes into her swim clothes

-shes not one for real swim suits, a pair of swim shorts and an old tee work the same

-she takes sally to the river and plays with her all day, she loves spending time with her!

-she gets mildly burnt on her face, she tans before she actually burns

-by the next day, she still has energy

-everyone is shocked about how excited she is

-”how could i not be excited?? im here with everyone i love in a place that i love!!”

-she goes tubing down the river, just hanging out with some of the girls and riding the current down

-the walk back to camp KILLS her legs, she didnt realize how far down they went

-the next couple days her energy goes down, she isnt NOT excited, just tired

-shes sad to leave, but happy to have her music back and be in air conditioning

Liu

-he loves the outdoors, he was one of the ones who convinced the group to go

-he wasn't prepared for how hot it would really be, he didnt bring any tank tops

-he is in charge of getting firewood for toby, and he is good at it, getting all the dry sticks and everything

-he is upset when toby just douses the wood in gasoline and scolds him

-”do you have any idea how dangerous that is?? I got dry wood, and you just go and do all this shit, your gonna kill us all like that!!”

-he brought the majority of the food, just easily makeable canned stuff that doesn't go bad and snack foods

-hes in charge of cooking too because he doesn't trust the others to not fuck it up

-he is shocked that the others are so unprepared, he even brought marshmallow roasting sticks and nina forgot more than one pair of shoes

-he wakes up before the sun to get ready to go hiking, hes not a fan of the water

-once hes finished the first rocky hill he is more than happy to get in the water though

-he is OUT the next day, choosing to sit in the shallow water with helen (lets go gays)

-the rest of the week he goes on some more hikes but mostly enjoys hanging out by the others in the shade

Helen/Bloody painter

-he hates camping. absolutely despises it. will not even consider giving it a chance

-he packs a ton of art supplies and cds, he likes music too much to go without it for a week

-he doesnt help set up, he wanders off with his sketchbook immediately

-he finds a nice rock and perches on it and draws the scenery until dark

-he gets back right as food is being served and wolfs it down, he didnt pack any food for the drive

-he isnt thrilled about all the smoke, it seems to always end up in his face

-”why does it have to hit me and no one else?? is anybody noticing that??”

-he brought a shit ton of pillows and stuffs his sleeping bag with them and sleeps on top of that

-he has one of those portable cd players with headphones so he falls asleep listening to radiohead (bc ofc he does)

-doesnt wake up until liu shakes him awake around mid day asking him to come to the river

-he agrees only because he can draw the tree line across the river

-he realizes as soon as he changes into his swim clothes that he has brought almost no tops

-he also realizes how horribly hot it is with a shirt on but he will NOT be shirtless under any circumstances

-he gets in the water pretty quickly, but just in the shallows. he still doesn't want to swim

-he and liu head back to camp to get some lunch after a while and they end up starting some hot dogs for everyone

-maybe campings not that bad

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bitter-sw33t-colors · 7 days ago

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Heartbreak Station, Cinderella.

summary: your relationship had its ups and downs and after an unfortunate breakup you don't expect his younger sister to be calling you in the middle of the night, making you question everything.

warnings: i dont think any besides some cursing

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Waiting at the station

Tears filling up my eyes

Sometimes the pain you hide

Burns like a fire inside

"Hello?" She spoke softly, almost hesitantly, as you heard the red-haired girls voice on the other end of the line.

You looked to your clock, 3:30 A.M.

What the fuck could be the matter at this hour?

"Max... it's so late.. what could possibly be happening?" You couldn't help the irritated edge to your voice.

Even after your breakup with her brother you still adored the younger girl but maybe this was pushing it...

Look out my window

Sometimes it's hard to see

The things you want in life

Come and go so easily

You and Billy didn't end on the greatest of terms after the constant arguments you would have. It felt suffocating when it would be the same stupid minscule things over and over.

It was the promises that he'd try harder, be better next time.

And the unfortunate thing was... You could truly tell he was trying harder. Trying to control his anger, his jealousy, his overwhelming emotions.

After every promise he changed something small about himself. He was working on himself for you.

So why did you leave? He kept asking himself that very question.

At the beginning his cockiness told him you'd never leave.

But then he fell in love and was terrified of losing you. Although, neither of you had actually said the big 'L' word in your relationship.

She took the last train out of my heart

She took the last train

And now I think I'll make a brand new start

She took the last train out of my heart

But now, you did leave, so he's suffering with the lasting effects of his actions.

You were a strong girl. And no matter how much he meant to you, you wouldn't go on letting yourself feel that way.

More than anything in this world you wanted to pick the phone up and dial his number, you knew he felt bad. He hadn't been to school since you broke up with him almost two weeks ago.

Watching the days go by

Thinking 'bout the plans we made

The days turn into years

Funny how they fade away

You could only imagine what his dad had to say.

"Can you please come over?" She whispered into the phone.

"Not at this hour."

"I've never seen him cry before." The girls voice was suddenly very serious.

Billy? Billy Hargrove? Crying over someone, a girl, nonetheless. Unheard of.

Sometimes I think of those days

Sometimes I just hide away

Waiting on that nine-twenty train

Waiting on a memory

Part of you wanted to convince yourself it was a ploy he'd set up to get her to call you so you'd come running back...

But you knew Max better than that. You knew she cared about you.

She wouldn't go along with something like that. You were practically her honorary big sister! You got so close to her in the time you were dating Billy.

Max heard you inhale a deep breath, "I don't know..."

She took the last train out of my heart

She took the last train

And now I think I'll make a brand new start

She took the last train out of my heart

"Listen. He's been playing that one song by Cinderella for the past two hours on repeat. You showed him that, I know you did. Because he only likes that heavy rock crap he listens to when working out."

It felt wrong that a small smile crept onto your face. But he listened to one of your favorite bands - was listening to one of your favorite bands, for you. Because he missed you.

You only brought it up in a brief conversation you had with him late one night.

"He needs to know I'm not coming back, Max. He won't ever learn to be better if I come running back." Even you knew that your excuse had sounded like bullshit.

"No. He'll go back to his old ways. And you know that. Please, just consider coming over."

My lady's on the fly

And she's never coming back

My love is like a steam train

Rolling down the tracks yeah, yeah

Of course you knew that. It was Billy. Your Billy.

The same one who bought you flowers that one time and was nervous about if you'd like them or not.

The same one who'd hold your hand a little tighter if his dad got brought up in conversation.

The same one who kissed your forehead that one time you teared up when the beloved pet died in some sappy movie.

"...I'll think about it."

She took the last train out of my heart

She took the last train

And now I think I'll make a brand new start

She took the last train out of my heart

She took the last train, she took the last train, out of my heart

She took the last train (She took the last train)

And now I think I'll make a new start

Last train out of my heart

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A/N: there may or may not be a pt. 2 otw ehehe. i really wanted to try something new out. that being: writing pieces of fiction based around music.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #music #fanfic #fiction #imagine #imagines #oneshot #breakup #max mayfield #Spotify

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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Back to you part 2

Angst, omegaverse, male reader

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

(name) just stared at the blond man holding him close, this is what he wanted for years.

Its what he dreamt of.

But more than anything?

He was absolutely filled with a rage he didn't think was possible.

"Shit--" Mikey was pushed away from him as an angry omega glared at him "I lost my baby because of you" (name) spat out, body shaking not from fear but from everything Mikey's actions had put him through emotionally and physically. "(Name) it was for--" "I dont give a FUCK what it was about, all I know is one day my mate is there and the next hes dead! I HELD A FUNERAL FOR ALL OF YOU! I LOST MY BROTHERS! I THOUGHT MY ENTIRE FAMILY HAD DIED!" (Name) screamed as he pushed mikey back, the Alpha letting him do this because... He knew be deserved this.

"You promised Manjiro" (name) had fat tears rolling down his face "I was holding your grandfather's hand as he passed, did you know that? While you were off doing god knows what? Instead of seeing his last living grandchild he saw the broken grandchilds mate who he abandoned" (name)s voice was venemous as he looked at mikey dead in the eyes. "Those closest to my heart faked their deaths and abandoned me" (name) was now laughing and Mikey never felt fear in a long time but for once?

He was terrified.

(Name)s face went serious as he stormed out and into what seemed to be a lounge "(name), its a pleasure to see you again" Ran said calmly, assuming the poor heartbroken omega would run into his alphas arms.

But he was dead wrong.

"Get the fuck away from me before I burn this god forsaken building to the ground" (name) said coldly as they looked to see Mikey looking disheveled but not in a post sex way, in a he got his ass beat way.

"(Name) we can explain" Kakucho tried to appease the half-feral omega who wanted nothing more tham to beat the ever living shit out of them "I dont need one" (name)s tone was cold "You guys wanted to play crime lord without an omega keeping the boss weak" (name) said simply, it was obvious despite his rage "you guys killed his heir by the way also this piss idea made him look like absolute shit"

"Watch --" Sanzu was cut off with a harsh glare "watch what Haruchiyo? Watch the fact my loved ones live their happiest lives as i deal with the loss of literally my entire family? The child I was going to tell my Mate about when he was supposed to get home? Only to find out he died with everyone else and THEN after years find out oh look theyre alive and living the life of luxury" (name) gave a cold cruel laugh "elaborate to me, what should I be watching?"

They remember how (name) was before they left, sweet and always deverted to Mikey no matter what.

This?

This was a stranger.

A changed person.

A person hurt beyond repair.

"I spent my life mourning a fucking lie" (name) said almost methodically.

"I wasted my life mourning a man who clearly didnt love me"

"I did love you" Mikey was forceful as he grabbed his mates shoulders and looked at him with a desperate expression, the face of a man who wasnt ready to lose his mate "dont you love me?"

"I always loved you" (name)s voice was empty "but I also know betrayal, you betrayed me... You all did"

"And didn't you teach me never negotiate with traitors?"

The room halted as mikey looked at him horrified "you cant leave " Mikey said almost begging "what like how you left me? At least im giving you a warning" (name) fired back and tried to escape mikeys hold but the alpha held him tight.

"Please..." He begged and (name) was cold.

"Where was my chance to plead for you to stay? Why do you always get the options?" (Name) snapped as he started struggling to get out of his hold, it seemed after all these years mikey got stronger somehow.

(Name)s inner Omega pleaded with him to accept their alpha but (name) absolutely refused.

What mikey did was beyond exuse.

(Name)s body went limp as he spoke "after this, I dont think I can look at you guys... At least for a very long time..."

The room was filled with so many negative emotions, it was almost suffocating.

(Name) eventually broke free and wandered to the elevator, the guards looking at Mikey for what to do and the alpha rushed to hold (name) "p-please..."

"Keeping me here wont fix things"

"Please let me fix this...please"

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hi miss raven!!! i hope you're recovering well and everything's alright with you <3 recently we've learned that, according to lilia, magic was born out of a strong wish. after thinking about that a bit more, i came to a theory that unique magic is probably a reflection of a persons deepest/strongest desire? i think this isn't unreasonable and quite plausable, esp if you look at how the first-years have acquired their UM! epel wanted to protect others, so he summoned that coffin, ace wanted to be of use, but, since he's insecure, his UM manifested in a bit of a different way, lilia was in dire need of information and Far Cry Cradle helped him solve that, ect! i think with some UM it's quite easy to see this through line! like, jamil at some point probably wanted to have control over others and to make kalim listen to him that he manifested Snake Whisper but from what i remember, UM can also be heritable, as is the case with idia and... someone else??? with malleus???? i remember it being mentioned recently, but i don't recall the character. not to mentioned that it seems that not everyone may develop UM... i was quite surprised to find out that lilia only manifested his UM in his 300+, it seems rather late for a general what are your thoughts on this? is there any more information on UMs? i hope you haven't discussed this thoroughly before bc i dont wanna waste your time ^///^

[Referencing health update in this post. Explanation of the origin of magic here!]

I’m doing alright! Thanks for checking in on me.

Technically we learned this lore from Silver, who originally learned it from Lilia—

Mmm… I’m not sure how “real” the lore that magic is born from strong desire is, if that makes sense? The phrasing of it (being a story that Lilia tells Silver) makes me wonder if it’s a fairy tale/legend of old to explain a natural phenomenon (since magic occurs in nature, outside of human beings) rather than actual scientific explanation for where magic comes from. Clearly, strong wish = strong magic is not always true because Sebek, one of the most gung-ho in Twst, is specified to be a magical late bloomer despite wishing very strongly to be at peak condition for his liege. This alone makes me doubt the canonicity of the “origin of magic” story. We know that imagination for sure influences one’s spellcasting, so it could be that a wish is moreso associated with what the mage is able to call into their mind in addition to the magical strength they have.

Early in book 1, unique magic (or signature spell in EN) is described as “a spell that only [you] can cast” or “a magical ability that is, generally speaking, unique to its user.” We don’t really get more clarification beyond this. If you want information on individual UMs, please see this reference post.

I think the idea that one’s UM being a reflection of a person’s greatest desire isn’t entirely true. It works to explain some UMs, but not all UMs. Spells like Far Cry Cradle, Sleep Kiss/Crimson Slumber, Snake Whisper/Snake Charmer, Living Bolt, etc. may have manifested in response to a canonized or implied moment of intense longing, but several other spells confound this. For example, Rollo’s younger brother burned in a magical fire of his own creation. I highly doubt that Rollo wanted a UM that simulates that traumatic event or that he wanted to become more powerful from negative emotions. Ruggie strongly desires money and food in order to survive and to look after his loved ones (so much so that it is the mere sound of a coin with low monetary value that wakes him up from his dream), yet his UM has little to do with accumulating those resources. (I guess he can always use Laugh with Me to get those things, but this is a very roundabout way of getting it as opposed to having a UM that like… turns things into food or money.) Kalim’s UM allows him to manifest tons of water for little magic, but he describes his own UM as being not very useful because modern dah waterways and irrigation exists. So… why would he have desired to have this skill? Did Silver really want to walk in dreams and get to know his peers better, or was he given this UM as a narrative convenience so we can have a long segment where we systematically visit each sleeping student and wake them up? (And honestly, I feel that the timing of Lilia manifesting his UM at 300ish years old may in part be for narrative convenience too.) What exactly is Vil wishing for with his ability to curse others?

Riddle (in the Savanaclaw light novel + book 1) and Azul’s post-OB flashback imply different ways of manifesting one’s UM. Riddle studied so hard that he manifested and mastered his by the age of 10. Azul, meanwhile, seems to have developed his UM more intentionally (so he seems to be more driven by his desire to get revenge on his bullies).

Then there’s heritable UMs, which are its own can of worms. Idia’s Game, Set, Match is the prime example here. I believe that Malleus’s hasn’t not been confirmed heritable, as otherwise his grandmother would have the same UM and therefore be able to remove his briar barrier. However, text suggests that another royal has inherited magic. Both in the Savanaclaw light novel and in his post/OB flashback in-game, Leona states that he was “born” with a terrifying power from birth and that it had “nothing to do with his will”.

UMs seem to manifest at different times for different people, just like general magic does (if Sebek and Lilia are anything to go by). I don’t think this has to do with solely how strong one’s desire is (though that’s definitely a contributing factor), but other life circumstances, especially as it pertains to identity, too. Ace is a good example of this, actually. He was cited as an example of evidence that wish -> UM? but I don’t believe this to be the case. Before his UM was revealed, many fans theorized his UM would allow him to copy or borrow others’ UM. This prediction was made based on Ace’s knowledge skillset of copying others (voices, language, dance moves, skillful hands for card tricks). Then, as it turns out, Joker Snatch allows Ace to trade magic with others, which is similar to fan predictions. The fact that fans were able to get so close to the correct answer based on just general information we know about Ace implies that other factors come into play for a UM; who the mage is, what their current abilities are, their level of imagination, etc.

I’m not sure what you mean when you say not everyone may develop a UM? Are you talking about Ortho?? In his case, he can’t develop one due to not really being an organic being. Other mages, I imagine, would likely manifest their UMs at different points in their life (similar to Lilia) based on whatever their life circumstances are. If they lack ambition or perhaps are confused about their direction or identity, it may take longer for their UM to show up.

In summary, a mage’s desire isn’t the entire story; it’s more likely a factor considered in their development and it certainly contributes to shaping a UM, but it’s not everything. I think this post lays out a lot of salient points about what goes into a UM, so that might be a good read ^^

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