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Easy — I believe they are quite free and have given you many privileges. Which was a mistake for them and a good opportunity for you. I think they would be quite easy or only slightly so, yet you would still have a good chance of escaping. Perhaps you won't need to try so hard, but be careful nonetheless!
— Noob, Veeronica, Elliot
Medium — Well, it's somewhat medium. There are some chances but restrictions at the same time. It's good to plan well so as not to miss the opportunity or fail in your escape! Be careful and take advantage of the opportunities you have. I recommend that you also be clever or have a plan B, it's always good!
— Chance, Two Time, Taph, 226w6
Hard — Things have heated up quite a bit. Is there a chance? Yes, but little and maybe 1 or 2. If you plan well and play your cards well, use their trust and the privileges given to you in your favor, you will succeed! It is recommended that you do not fail, as the chances of having another chance decrease each time you fail or will fail. Have a plan B and C, it is also recommended to be very careful and take advantage of any opportunity in front of you. If you managed to escape, it was a great privilege!
— 007n7, Mafioso , John Doe, Azure, Guest 666, Jane Doe, Guest 1337, Lance, 11808
Impossible - Uh... No. "But-" Oh no, no, no... Just accept it... We already know how they are, so it's quite impossible. Escaping will only worsen your situation depending on how rigid or cruel they are. If you have an opportunity, seize it quickly and don't miss it! The odds and chances of you escaping again are quite minimal and almost zero. Did you manage to escape? A miracle of the Gods and extremely lucky you were. Planning to escape? I wish you the best of luck, you'll need it...
Builderman and Telemon/Shedlestky, Shedlestky/Telemon and Brighteyes, 1x1x1x1 and Azure, Doombringer and Clockwork, Chance and Lance, Mafioso and Chance, Guest 666 and Noob, Jane Doe and Brighteyes, Jane Doe and John Doe, Itrapped and Mafioso, Itrapped and Chance, Two Time and Azure, 11808 and 007n7 and 226w6, 007n7 and Noli, Noli and 1x1x1x1.
[ Whether you consider them as a ship or just duos is up to you and your perspective.]
Hello, can you write how to react phighters to a sweetheart with crystal horns? :-P
The photo above is kind of an example.
summary - as the ask says !! really really short, didn't have many ideas ><" ...
misc - N/A
Sword
-Thinks they're so interesting, asks you a hundred questions about them. Is it because of your gear? Do you have any family with similar horns? Are they more sensitive? Less?
-You might not be able to really answer all of them but it's worth it if only because of how he looks at them with such reverence. Is always super gentle if you let him touch them at all.
Skateboard
-Thinks they're sick as hell. Also asks a bunch of questions, he's curious! He's never seen anyone like you before. He's a lot more anxious to try skating with you because of them, actually. While he obviously wouldn't want you to get hurt, crystal horns or not, he's hovers a lot more whenever you step onto a board. Has his hands up and ready to catch you at any second.
-Likes feeling them a lot, if they happen to be a little sharp / rocky it makes him feel a little softer. They remind him of how bumpy and cracked his own horns are from falling and fighting so much.
Biograft (platonic)
-It's ... a peculiar sight. They don't have anything in their databases about this sort of thing. They're less likely to ask you questions and more likely to just inspect them themselves whenever they get a chance.
-You end up learning a little yourself! Mostly because they go through the effort of trying to identify exactly what minerals your horns are derived from. It's honestly pretty fun all around.
Ban Hammer
-Another admirer, he spends a lot of time just looking at them. He's not super familiar with gemstones and identifying them, so he can't help out much there, but he can definitely tell you they're gorgeous. Which he does, frequently.
-Honestly a little convinced you're related to some other branch of deities he's never heard of. Jokingly interrogates you about it but he's got an eye on you .. (kidding. mostly.)
Katana
-Yeah no shocker here he adores them. Guy who retreated into the region that loves its nature the most after a life of pain yeah no he's normal, for sure. Jokes aside, he really does love admiring them.
-Loves running his fingers over the grooves of them and seeing how light reflects off of them, how he can just barely make out the sky or blossoming trees behind you through them.
Rocket
-A little freaked out over it at first because how? If it's related to your gear in some way, he's more inclined to brush it off but otherwise, he's just kind of baffled. Are they prosthetics? Are you related to a deity? Is it a curse?
-He keeps his questions to himself unless you catch him eying them up. It's a pretty nice way for you to get some time together, him asking questions you may or may not be able to answer while he carefully looks them over.
Slingshot
-Another who keeps his questions to himself. Was a little at a loss for words when you first walked into the cafe. If you're a regular and make some small talk with him, there's a good chance he'll say a hundred 'don't take this the wrong way, i'm sorry if im not supposed to ask' before he tries asking any questions.
-Thinks they're very pretty and very interesting. The way they twinkle in the lights of the cafe or reflect the sunset through a window at his apartment is unbeatable.
Hyperlaser
-Also wonders if they're prosthetics of any kind. Another who's particularly careful with them. He knows firsthand how much it sucks to lose a horn, the last thing he wants is for you to trip and have them completely shatter on you.
-May be a little more defensive of you as a result. He's already naturally pretty protective of a partner, your situation just makes it doubly so.
Scythe
-Well, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes? She might've had less than pure intentions when she first approached you at that bar, but what you don't know can't hurt you, can it?
-Another who spends a lot of time looking. Rest assured, she'll make sure you have a wardrobe fit for a god, all complimentary colors and headpieces made to emphasize them. You're a catch, a one in a million, and she'll make sure everyone knows it and that you're hers. Can't have anyone else getting any ideas.
Medkit
-Convinced its a curse at first. While he's never seen someone with crystal horns before, he's seen a few inphernals with horns affected by their gears and figures you might be in a similar situation.
-Regardless if you are or not, he keeps a close eye on them. While some crystals certainly take a good amount of pressure before they start to crack, who's to say your horns are made of that kind of mineral? Expect a lot of him inspecting and feeling them at night, it becomes a part of your guys' routine pretty quickly.
Boombox
-Loves, loves, loves them. Thinks they're absolutely gorgeous. Loves whenever you show up to his shows especially, all the lights look even better with your horns reflecting them.
-Incorporates a little bit more of crystals in his attire, he doesn't go overboard with it (he's got bills to pay, unfortunately ...) but there's just enough that people notice the change. He's more than happy to explain he's just representing his partner, should any interviewer ask.
Subspace
-Sorry you're about to be so annoyed. He messes with them constantly, running little tests to see what you do and don't react to. He'll tap or brush them then ask if you can feel it- You don't have any blood vessels in there, it's a fair question! Always quick to explain that he's just looking because it might help with some of his research, that's all. Don't take the special attention to mean anything. (It does)
-Another one who gets a little more defensive, especially if they happen to not be as durable. He's already withering away from his own condition, the last thing he needs is for your horns to erode from a little rain and end up getting you sick or worse. It's a good thing he's done work in synthesizing some kind of crystal, isn't it?..
Vine Staff
-Yeah she thinks you're cursed but like, it's her of all people. Have some mercy. Regardless of if you are or not, she's very very careful around you and keeps a close eye on you just to be safe. She doesn't ask many questions, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care or like them!
-She does think they're very pretty. If you're comfortable with it, she would definitely twine some flowers or ribbons around them. She likes the way they're reflected in the crystals and how the decoration ties you two together in a way.
Coil
-Another one who's a little suspicious, has plenty of questions to ask you about them. Were you born with them? Are they because of your gear? Did someone make them for you?
-Once you get through all the questions, he does take special care of them similar to Medkit. He's got plenty of experience dealing with cracked and scratched horns and he's willing to do as much research as needed to see how that might translate to you. He's not much a gemologist, but he'll give it his best shot. Always very careful whenever dealing with them, whether that just be looking at them or wrapping them.
partners who are so, so respectful of your wishes whenever you tell them to use a condom. of course, they understand the risks! and then see why you would want that . . but that doesn’t mean they agree.
they’ll play along at first, the rubber stretching over their cock as they prepare to fuck you.
it feels different than normal more . . detached. they hate it. they can feel the pulse of your walls, the clench of your pussy . . but its not enough. no matter how many times they fuck you, it doesn’t feel right.
their cum is wasted in those shitty little sacks, pointless. that’s why after about 2 rounds, they pull out, taking the already used condoms and placing them above your pussy, letting the cum drip out.
they wring the rubber for every last drop, making sure to finger it back inside your pussy.
you’re too blissed out to fight back, hardly even registering what they’re doing until they slide back inside of you, this time without the condom.
even if their cum is technically already inside of you, there’s nothing wrong with fucking you raw for good measure — maybe they can even prove to you how ‘useless’ those silly little condoms are.
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notes: suggestive elements!! reader is nefer's assistant in place of jahoda in her oneshot. first post... kinda nervous. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
━ Arlecchino
Arlecchino always felt apprehensive since you two got together. You were just.. overwhelmingly delicate, making her always reconsider her static, harsh tone when responding to you or softening the conduct of her cursed hands when she'd groom your wings. Arlecchino adored your wings, the downy feathers, floofly, sensitive, and fragile. Everyone noticed the great margin of edge Arlecchino lost when she had gotten with you; she's become more curt and dimissive with everything else, only caring about returning to her lovey dovey angel at home.
Arlecchino feels profoundly endeared by spectating you tend and care for the children at the house of the hearth. Seeing you sweetly let them pat your wings curiously and amuse their youthful ramblings makes her feel achingly satisfied. Later in the night, when you two are tucked close in bed, she strokes your wings languidly, brushing on your back between them where she knew would elicit a squeamish, tiny whine. "You.. did good today with all the children." Her praise is sparse, but holds weight, making your head feel fuzzy; it makes you quiver as she kisses your temple. "So good for me, dove.."
Arlecchino was never.. a fan of preening. It's a routine thing she integrated unconsciously, unaware it'd be a mundanity added to her life when she got with you. But, how could she not concede when you'd come to her, needily sulking and griping about the uncomfortable weight of your wings? She has a special brush for your pristine plumes, her talon fingers ever so gently plucking feathers that were coming loose, clicking her tongue when you'd squirm from the receptive nerves being rubbed repeatedly. "Behave please.. I know you know how to sit still for me pretty." Her scolding is tender but austere, it makes your cheeks hot; you can only nod and muffle your ticklish reactions by arching your back a little, making Arlecchino target your most sensitive spots deliberately, acting coy and ingenuous if you catch on. She has a thing for seeing you struggle.
Seeing you fly is one of Arlecchino's most precious, favorite sights. Seeing you soar, giggle, the sun coating your face and you so unbound, it makes her feel queasy. She always feels almost unnerved by her immense affection for you, uncoordinated in expressing it and still fully acclimating with her fervor towards caring for something so dainty. When you come down from the sky, she wordlessly pets your head, humming. "You are a marvel.. aren't you?." She tilts her head with a small, tenuous smile, it makes you feel giddy and jovial. "Now, come along angel, I have imperative things to finish."
It's only natural you draw attention when you both go out to town. In Fontaine, people will gather around you, ask for photos and of your origins. In Snezhnaya, the attention is much less concentrated, but still very much present, especially when certain comrades.. (Childe) like to get personal and show a bothering amount of interest in you. Arlecchino gets inherently displeased; there's a fissure in her composure, a twitch her lips. You can always sense it, she'll mire your hand with hers, her voice snipped and taut. When you get back to her manor, she'll be noticeably more brooding until you show her your dose of affection. Arlecchino is never one to profess her jealousy, she'll just innovate ways to subdue those feelings. You'll be in her lap by the fire, her hands on your lower back, thumbs tracing your navel to your stomach. "Maybe I should carve my initials into these pretty wings baby.." She'll propose sternly, making you whimper, her tone scaringly serious before she chuckles quietly. "Oh, but.. I couldn't hurt you. Don't get pouty."
Arlecchino will be away for long periods when she's dispatched into another region for a mission, this is when she is seen at her most irritable and prone to snapping. She would bring you, but the last thing she'd ever compromise is your safety. She writes you letters every night, making sure you're doing fine managing the orphanage and if you are taking care of yourself. She knows you're an needy thing, she'll make sure to promise you an extended wing grooming and a more erotic reward if you're feeling especially antsy from her absence.
━ Lauma
Oh, sweet Lauma, the poor woman almost had a heart attack when she first saw your divine, delphic beauty. She was gathering berries around the rural springs of Hiisi Island when she first spotted you knelt by a river. You were dipping your wings into the water like a swan would, grooming the ruffled feathers and humming quietly. It was safe to say, from that day on, Lauma worshipped a completely new goddess.
Lauma is.. a quite bit overbearing when it comes to you. If you're feeling drowsy, she's immediately offering a remedy, a massage, maybe a kiss? If you're feeling sad, she's immediately cooing and coddling you. Lauma is even a tad bit possessive, although she'll never admit to that aspect of her needy affection for you. She'll usher you to stay in your bedroom or constantly tag along when she's tending to animals or her fellow frostmoon scions. She loves to gush, fawn to the members of her community about you, loving how shy you get in front of others. "Oh yes, she loves when I rub her wings! They're very ticklish, aren't they dear?" Your face is entirely aflush by the time she's finished doting with her sisters, making her vehemently worry that you possibly caught a fever.
Lauma became a bit more.. provocative ever since she had gotten with you. Whenever you'd two would go into the forest to find somewhere to bathe, she purposefully disrobe in front of you to watch you seize up and cower behind your wings. When you two are close, her hand always lingers on your lower back, guiding, but wandering. When she hugs you, she smothers your face in her large bust, making you squeal. Lauma loves to coo at you when you become all nervous and shy; stroking your wings and shushing you. "Don't hide your face please.." Her imploring, dulcet tone always gets you, making you plaintively fold away your wings from hiding your face, making Lauma gently smile. "There's my pretty angel.. I won't tease you anymore, promise."
Lauma is obsessed with kissing your wings, taking a lot of persuasion and pleading on her end to compel you into indulging her wants. She'll utter prayers while pressing her wet lips to every crease and silken dip in your supple, lush plumes; her hands tracing the arcing edges of them and inhaling their scent. It's religious, reverent, voracious; she'll sometimes pinch or give a little nibble in a way that makes you squeak and grab onto her antlers just the way she likes for stability. She'll rear her head to almost buck into your hands, making them glow as she rocks upwards, something that happens whenever she's aroused. It makes you completely flustered. "Your noises are so nice.. I can't help myself, apologies dear.." She'll giggle, her voice velvetly, her dilated eyes tracking your pretty face the entirety of her oral exploration of your wings.
Lauma is pathetic for you, even if she tries to futilely act inconspicuous about it. If she notices even a sliver of discomfort on your face, she's dismissing herself from whatever she's doing to find somewhere to have you in her lap. If it's your wings, she'll coo and begin to rub your back; knowing the weight of the divine appendages could cause tension right between your shoulderblades. Lauma learned that you produce a vibrating sound close to purring whenever she does this; rubbing all the areas that make you sigh, melt into her. Lauma puts your needs above all else, cooing at you throughout her ministrations. You'll feel guilty for taking her time, Lauma taking that as a personal offense. "Don't feel bad dear.. just let me make you feel good, okay?." She strokes near the lower center of your back in ticklish, languorous passes with her nimble fingertips, making you arch and hide your face; her not ceasing till you nod furiously, her kissing your cheek, savoring your winsome, petulant humiliation. "It's my duty to worship you.. you know that, right?" She laughs, soft and dreamily.
━ Nefer
Nefer always thought you were frightened by her. She remembers the day you came in for an interview to be her close secretary and assistant; tumbling over words, thoughts incohesive, and your eyes anxiously darting away when they'd meet hers. You were a little mess under her scrutiny, a divine creature acting like schoolgirl with her crush, it was a.. sight. Nefer may be a very selective, strict woman, but as long as you could listen; seeing your pretty face around her agency, always petting your wings nervously when she'd call you to her office for a new task, she felt pleased having you bustle around to complete her bidding. She felt almost bad, unconsciously softening her voice with you and compensating you more for missions. She became a little indulgent with you, testing just how much you pour into earning her praise; you were her dutiful, eager little angel.
Nefer is intrinsically independent, she thinks she does things much more concise, cleaner than others, and she's definitely correct when compared to you. You're clumsy, always knocking over things with your ditzy, large wings, it's frustratingly endearing. Nefer would request simple things like a glass of water, a document on her desk just to give you a rewarding scratch on your wings' feathers. She loves seeing you squeak and tense, bearing her touch and biting your lip to contain any embarrassing noises, it's amusing. "You react so scared, 'm just scratching.. are they really that sensitive?." She'll muse, her pinching you barely to see you shrink backwards. "Get back to work, don't let it get to your head too much." She likes to see that slight dejection your face has when she cuts her affection short, shooing you off with a small chuckle.
Nefer has her.. days where she's more agitated, more impatient from her workload, so she naturally takes out on you. If you're behind a deadline, spilling her stack of papers into a scatter on the floor, maybe just breathing near her wrong, she'll bend you over her knee. You.. don't complain much, just wiggle your hips, arch your back whenever her hand comes down hard on your backside. It's humiliating, just how much you're enjoying it, how your thighs squeeze together subtly before she wedges them apart. Nefer never hides her satisfaction, seeing your wings seize up with every slap! or how you stifle little, keening sounds into the couch, eyes glassy and face hidden with embarrassment. When you start crying, she'll stroke your wings, kiss between your shoulderblades softly, licking your skin to see your wings flap, thumping on her couch. "You took it so good this time sweets, don't whine so much." She'll chide, albeit her voice is much gentler than usual; her hand rubs your reddened thighs and rear, tracing your spine with her nail to see you tremble. "Be better at your work and there will be no more of this.. easy, right?"
There's certain rules you wouldn't expect being hired for Nefer, like how she has a dresscode just for you. She buys you pretty, frilly gowns or skirts, usually in shades of translucent white to match with your wings. Seeing you amble around looking all pretty in the clothing she tailored just for you is a sight for sore eyes, a little distraction from the repetition of her convoluted work; she loves especially how you haven't noticed that the words 'property of Nefer, return if gets lost while flying' is stitched onto the back in a small font.
One of her 'comrades' or rather, frequent visitors, Yelan happened to have her eyes wander to you while in Nefer's office for business matters, much to Nefer's displeasure. Yelan would sit across from her over drinks with that prideful, subtle smirk, humming. Yelan prods too much, asks questions about your relationships and if you'd ever leave Nefer's side for a better job offer. Nefer immediately shuts her advancements down, tautly smiling with furrowed brows, seething. "She's very much.. loyal to me, you're out of luck. Besides, we both know who's more competent here in pleasing her." You were behind a near wall while overhearing Nefer's outburst, flustered and awkwardly fidgeting while the two women kept bickering heatedly. It probably wasn't the best idea to ask Nefer if Yelan was.. open minded any time soon. (you want both of them.)
I'm so excited for you guys to listen to what I found...
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[remember imagination is key while listening]
Doll's note: sorry this took so long guys they kept pushing back Azure's release date, but at least that gave me more time to make this just a little bit better 💜...
@bun-che [here's the other two just like I promised]
Azure as this...
I have waited to long, watched to many nights, from to far... And now that I have you, I'm going to savior every moment of your surrender...
Well: You really shouldn't have come here. The sea is scary enough, well without the legends people have heard about the creatures that inhabit it. But you're the brave type, aren't you? Or simply foolish. But he has been watching you, studying you, wanting you for far too long to care if there's a difference. Tonight, he'll take you for himself. But every night after this one, you'll give yourself to him willingly.
slasher as this...
I'll be patient..., I'll wait..., yeah you know VERY patient... understanding, like I have been for the past two mouths while you learn to NEED ME...
Well: You have been kidnapped for about 2-3 mouths now since he thinks you shouldn't be around nor need anyone else but him. He cares so much it hurts, little thing. He thinks about you constantly. What you need. What you fear. How to break you down so he can build you back into something that needs him. And. You. Will. Learn. Who. You. Belong. To...
Noli as this...
You know what my answer to your question is... I want you, I have wanted you for a VERY long time... So let me show you how much I want you, and RUIN the possibility of anyone else having you...
Well: After a bad day, you feel the loneliness creep up on you. So you told your "friend" you’d quit dating, at least for a good few months, since you’re just too busy to invest your time and energy into it. But, then you really started to feel like nobody wants you... Maybe downloading that dating app just one more time won’t hurt...but luckily he will show you why won't be needing it...
Guest666/Sixer as this...
Well I mean think about it, don't you think I may actually be a good parent,a good "father". And I don't know, I want to take care of my kids, But I'm saying it right now if it's a girl I'm going to spoil the fuck out of her...
well: Chill time with your "chill" partner scrolling blocktok and being potatoes of society, They have been having some baby fever! You know how it is, starts off gentle aaaaand now you are getting pounded and pumped by gratuitous amounts of cum deep inside your womb isn't that fun...
Chance as this...
That's right just keep those eyes on me, every time someone looks at you I get hard thinking about how completely I own you, you don't get to speak, you don't get to safe word with words, your MINE to use, MINE to parade, MINE to BREAK whenever I decide...
Well: You’re their beautiful, perfectly dressed trophy girlfriend. They choose the slinky black dress that clings to every curve, the sky-high heels, the diamond choker that hides last night’s bruises. Right before you left the penthouse they slid the custom internal gag in place, a thick silicone bulb that fills your mouth completely, wrapping the tongue and filling the space of your mouth completely, but small enough that your lips close around it. It’s perfectly engineered to be invisible to anyone interacting with you. You can breathe and whimper… but no words. They have been rock-hard for hours just thinking about parading you around like this, their perfect little show pony...
Shedletsky as this...
Yeah I have wanted to fuck you like fo-, yes I have... I will admit it, you're hot, you're fun but, your my friends little sister and I can't do that...
Well: You and your brother's friend have wanted to fuck for the longest time. Since he's staying over for a while, you're going to push in that direction. So after he got off work and went straight to bed not even bothering to change out of the clothes he did his said field work in, You decided to tie him up and ride the fuck out of him until he's whimpering. But he ends up breaking the restrains and is really going to make you regret doing that...
And two more special additions for a special someone[again🪷]...
Twotime as this...
Angel , I'm so glad you decided to stay with us, to stay with ME... Ah yes my mistake, you can leave whenever you like but, why would you want to do that... I'm going to give you everything you need. I'm everything you need, you understand that right...
Well: You finally caved and went in to investigate your local cult branch...just curiosity, nothing more. Now, the door is closed, you're in the leader's office, and they're already telling you things about yourself that nobody should know. You wanted answers, proof that this place was nothing more than rumors and manipulation. Instead, they are picking you apart, piece by piece, until you don't even know what you believe anymore. You came here to question them, and now they are going to show you exactly where you belong...
Elliot as this...
You always give me this sad smile saying your just doing ok, it breaks my heart every time, I want you to be doing more than just OK... I want you to want for NOTHING...
Well: he has been watching you every day for months now, hidden from you in plain sight. He has taken note of more than just what kind of coffee you like. You're so sad... WHY? A girl as perfect as you deserves to be happy. He knows you would be so much better with him. You don't have to run. Don't even try, not like you would be able to anyway with your new shock collar on. Just sit back and relax the next dose will hit soon enough. Welcome home, sweetheart...
mafioso who creates a plan to make you his ‘perfect housewife’, one of the steps including forcefully inducing lactation.
don’t get it wrong, he does intend on breeding you and getting you to produce milk naturally — but he’s impatient, and why should he have to wait when there’s an easier option right in front of him?
you spend your days locked in a room, talking to no one but him, and the constant suction of pumpers around your sore nipples.
it hurt at first, but you’ve grown accustomed to pushing your pain to the back of your mind, putting on a gentle smile whenever mafioso visits in hopes he’ll give you a break.
he always does, after all he has to make sure it’s working. your body is stubborn without your natural systems working with you, but he’ll make due.
it starts with just a drop, cloudy-white and candy-sweet. it’s enough to make him beam at you.
it’s finally happening, and mafioso is sure in no time, he’ll have you leaking enough to fill a jug — or at least enough to please your greedy, impatient husband.
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Warnings; Bad English, AMAB! Chance, AFAB! Reader,Yandere Themes and Behavior, Dark Themes, Kidnapping, Dub-con and Non-con, Sexual Themes, Forced sex, Oral sex (female receiving), Fingering, Forced orgasms, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, mention of BDSM, collar, humiliation and slight degradation, Drugging (Aphrodisiacs), Dolification, Reader has her lifestyle completely and forcibly changed, Chained and Gagged, Threats, Force-feeding, Inappropriate Language and Swearing, Toxic relationship and toxic behavior.
It was already late at night. The sound of your high heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk. You let out a long sigh, exhausted after a tiring and grueling day at the office. You tightened your grip on the strap of your bag, which hung from your shoulder along with your coat draped over your forearm.
“That damn section chief!” you thought, quite irritated. “Dumping everything onto his subordinates—he left all the work to me and my team!”
You sighed again. Today had been incredibly exhausting. You and your teammates had to rush to finish the project because of that lazy boss who did absolutely nothing. Well, what was done was done. There was no point in getting angry or stressed about it now that you and your team had managed to resolve everything. But that was exactly why you were heading home so late!
You had to calm your desperate and frustrated colleagues, who felt it was completely unfair that everything had been thrown onto their shoulders at the last minute. But once again, it was all sorted. The project was finally finished. Now you’d only have to deal with reports, paperwork, and documents until the next project next month.
“Hm… I think I’ll stop by the convenience store before heading home,” you thought, glancing at the watch on your wrist. It still wasn’t too late, so you had time to make a quick stop and then go straight home.
A gray Robloxian walked past you. You didn’t notice him glance at you for a moment before he suddenly stopped walking and turned around to look in your direction. He lowered his sunglasses (pointless since it was nighttime) to get a better look at what he had just seen.
“…Lila…?” he murmured to himself, before quickly walking to catch up with you.
You were lost in your thoughts. You wanted to go out this weekend with someone. But you seemed to be terrible at relationships. Maybe it was because of your bad-tempered personality, or because you didn’t allow sleazy guys to get too close. Damn it, you didn’t want to go drinking with your friends—everyone paired up with their partners while you played the third wheel. The last time you were with someone, the guy got completely drunk, and you had to pay the bar bill and call a taxi to take him home. It was embarrassing and ridiculous. After that night, you blocked him on all your social media and stopped going out with men for a while.
“Hey! Excuse me…” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned around and saw a gray Robloxian with grayish hair, wearing sunglasses and a black fedora hat, dressed in a fancy suit. He pocketed the coin he was holding and walked toward you. “You’re… Lila, right?”
“What...?”
You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then turned your head away, ignoring him.
“You’re talking to the wrong person.”
“It’s just… You look so much like my Lila.” He smiled. “She used to always be by my side.”
“Tsk!” You shot him a look mixed with irritation and contempt. “I can’t stand this kind of guy!” you thought.
You tightened your grip on your bag strap, growing increasingly annoyed. You were just wasting your time with this womanizer. You should already be home resting after such a tiring day. Quickly, you turned around and sped up your pace, wanting to get away as fast as possible.
“Wait a minute. Don’t go!” He quickly grabbed your hand, desperate to keep you from leaving. “I’m sorry. That was very sudden, I know. I really am sorry.”
You stopped for a second. A small drop of sweat slid down your forehead. You were nervous. What did he want from you? You just wanted to go home, for fuck’s sake!
“You look so much like Lila.” He was now holding your hand with both of his, making you even more nervous. “That’s why I called out to you without thinking. A thousand apologies!”
“What’s wrong with this guy?! Acting like we’re so close…!!” you thought. “Can’t he stop being so formal and apologizing over and over?!”
“If you’re trying to get with me, I’m not interested!” You yanked your hand away forcefully, making him let go.
“Huh? Of course I’m not trying to get with you!” He looked confused.
“Then what the hell do you want?” You frowned and gave him a death glare, a mix of irritation and impatience.
“I told you. I saw a familiar face after so long. I couldn’t help but call out to you…” He gave you a sweet smile. “…Something like that?”
“Gross!” you thought, rolling your eyes before turning away again. Your high heels clicked against the pavement as you tried to leave.
“Ah, wait!” He grabbed the same hand again, making you even more uncomfortable. “You’re very familiar to me, but to you, I’m a complete stranger!”
He smiled again and lowered his sunglasses. You stared into those amber eyes, feeling a slight shiver run through you and forcing you to swallow hard. They were beautiful eyes, indeed, but they caused you immense discomfort—especially in a situation like this.
“Hm… Then, allow me to introduce myself.” He straightened his posture and smiled. “My name is…”
Before he could say his name, you yanked your hand away again and turned abruptly. You were fed up and wanted nothing to do with him. You kept walking and ignored him.
“I don’t care!” you cut him off coldly, leaving him stunned behind you.
He quickly ran after you, still trying to keep the conversation going and prevent you from leaving.
“Ah… W-wait! You’re so cold,” he kept talking and laughing at your attitude, as if trying to stop you from leaving so soon. “Even your attitude reminds me of Lila…”
“GROSS. PERVERT!” you shouted, gritting your teeth, before breaking into a run as fast as you could.
It was the only way to end the whole situation, leaving the man in the fedora hat completely bewildered. He watched you run away until you disappeared from sight. But despite his shock, he only admired your action.
“Ah… She’s just as stubborn as Lila too…” he murmured to himself. “They really are the same…”
Then his face darkened. His amber eyes glowed in the dark, and a dark, malicious smile formed on his lips.
“I’d love to do it all over again… But this time… I won’t fail.”
He laughed darkly, perfectly remembering your face and appearance from moments earlier when you fled from him.
“I’m done just wishing. I’ll live with you again…”
“My Dolly… ♡”
How much time had passed? Hours? You couldn’t remember. The only memory you had was stopping by the convenience store on your way home. After that… nothing.
You squeezed your eyes shut before slowly opening them, waking up from a very deep sleep.
“Ugh… My head feels so heavy… and I feel nauseous…” you thought, swallowing hard in hopes the feeling would pass. You slowly opened your eyes, your blurry vision gradually regaining focus.
The bed was soft—extremely soft, to be honest. Was your bed always this soft, or was it just the exhaustion from yesterday?
You shifted a little, feeling your body slow and heavy.
Clink.
Your eyes snapped open instantly. Your vision returned to normal, and you ignored the awful feeling in your head. You sat up slightly and looked toward the source of the loud clinking sound.
“Huh…?” You were extremely confused. “What is this?”
Your wrists… They were bound by pink leather cuffs with soft white lining. Your eyes widened, panic and despair taking over you in an instant.
“W-what the fuck is this?!” you screamed, even more desperate. Your ankles were also shackled with iron chains, reinforced with a double chain. “What the hell is this?!”
You quickly sat up on the bed. Your desperation only grew when you looked around. This wasn’t your room. Where were you? How did you get here? Countless questions flooded your mind, and the lack of answers only left you more panicked and trembling.
The room had a vintage dollhouse style—extremely chic and clearly expensive. The furniture was luxurious. The bed you were sitting on was large, with soft sheets, a plush mattress, and curtains. There was a vanity table full of high-quality, expensive products and items. A fireplace stood next to a table with one chair—also expensive furniture. There were other decorations like bookshelves, paintings, dressers, and even a chandelier on the ceiling. A large wardrobe sat in the corner of the room, likely filled with many clothes. There were also large windows on the wall, but they were barred.
You also didn’t remember wearing anything like this! You were now dressed in a delicate pink floral lolita-style dress. It had wide frills, white lace, straps with black-and-white striped bows, and a striped sash that cinched your waist. The voluminous skirt had a high-low cut with a floral layer over a white ruffled petticoat, leaving your thighs and legs exposed. The fabric felt very expensive and of excellent quality—a delicate and feminine style. But it left you deeply unsettled knowing that someone had apparently changed your clothes.
Your hair had also been restyled. You had left it in a loose bun, but now it was neatly combed with root braids and loose strands, adorned with a pink ribbon at the back of your head. Your hair, clothes, and entire appearance had been completely changed into a doll-like lolita style.
You tried not to panic any more than you already were. Breathe in, breathe out—that’s what they taught you to calm down in difficult situations. But in this situation, it felt almost impossible, and completely justified.
“Yesterday, after work, I stopped by the convenience store on my way home… How is this possible…?” You tried to retrace your steps, thinking about the possibilities and what could have happened to bring you here.
You heard the sound of the bedroom door being unlocked, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as the figure from the night before entered the room.
“Good morning. I see you’re awake now,” said the gray Robloxian from last night as he entered, a sweet smile on his face while holding a tray with a teapot and a teacup on a saucer.
“YOU…” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “YOU’RE THE PERVERT FROM YESTERDAY!”
He simply closed the door behind him, ignoring your rude greeting as he stepped into the room.
“My name isn’t ‘you,’ nor am I a pervert,” he corrected you. “Call me Chance. That’s my name.”
He placed the tray on the small table near the fireplace and began walking toward you, making you even more frightened.
“Or… you can call me Master. If you prefer, either works!” He shrugged. “You’re already mine anyway, and I’m your owner no matter what.”
“What kind of nonsense is he saying?!” you thought, outraged and terrified. You also felt sick to your stomach.
You felt his face get dangerously close to yours. Those bright amber eyes watched and stared at you once again.
“You’re so adorable!” he praised, a blush on his cheeks and a piercing gaze. It made you feel even sicker. You shrank back with an expression of contempt and disgust. “The way you freeze up in surprise completely convinces me that you were made to be mine, my Dolly.”
His hand reached out to hold your chin, but you slapped it away with all the strength you could muster before he could touch you. Even with your wrists cuffed, nothing stopped you. This lunatic wasn’t going to touch you.
“Don’t touch me!” you shouted defensively.
Chance looked surprised for a moment but smiled right after, ignoring the slap.
“Ah! I’m sorry,” Chance waved his hand. “It was rude and impolite of me to touch you without warning. I will touch you, okay, Dolly?”
You were shocked by his formal and ridiculous attitude, completely stunned as you felt Chance pat your head with a smug smile. But you quickly swatted his hands away again, extremely uncomfortable.
“What are you doing? I told you not to touch me!” you protested, overwhelmed by everything.
“You’re difficult to handle. Well, Lila was like that too,” Chance just smiled maliciously while rubbing the hand you had hit. “The same applies to stubborn dolls!”
You huffed and shook the cuffs on your wrists, the clink sound echoing. You pointed at the dress you were now wearing.
“What the fuck is this?” you demanded, referring to the chains and the outfit.
His face lit up completely, a joyful smile slowly spreading.
“It’s really cute, isn’t it?” He perked up. “Both the dress and the cuffs are pink and frilly. They look perfect on you!” Chance winked at you with almost childlike glee, which only increased your disgust.
“What is the meaning of this?” you clenched your fists, still demanding answers, still confused.
“The meaning? Well, I’m trying to spoil you, of course!” The gray Robloxian placed a finger on his cheek, slightly confused about what you were getting at.
“That’s not what I asked!” you snapped. “Why am I chained up in an unknown place?! Answer me!” You nearly screamed.
“Aaah. Take it easy,” Chance broke into a cold sweat, finally understanding. “Don’t get so worked up,” he tried to calm you.
You just growled and gave him a death glare like an angry dog ready to bite its owner. Chance stepped back a little and opened his arms wide toward the room with a proud, triumphant smile.
“For starters, this isn’t a familiar place. But from now on, this will be your home,” His eyes sparkled. “You’re chained so you don’t escape. Are you satisfied?” he finished with a mocking smile.
You frowned and shuddered. A vein nearly popped on your forehead. You bit your lower lip, panic screaming inside you and slowly consuming you. You struggled not to sigh right then and there.
“This is a crime. Criminal behavior…” you stated, with silent fury burning inside you.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Chance asked, confused, raising his eyebrows.
Was he serious?!
“Kidnapping me and imprisoning me!” you shouted. “This whole situation is a crime!!” you argued.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do any of that,” he denied with a relaxed smile. “All I did was take you with me and offer you a new place to live. Where’s the crime in that?”
Your eyes widened in complete shock at his words. Your face went pale, shivers running through your body.
“My words aren’t getting through to him?!” you thought, stunned.
“After all, you don’t belong to anyone. You don’t have a partner or is married. You live alone.” He shrugged, smiling with his eyes closed. “We could say you were abandoned. That’s why I picked you up and brought you home with me.”
Chance smiled maliciously, leaning in to stare at you and make eye contact. Damn those eyes staring at you so terrifyingly—almost with sadistic pleasure. He gently tugged on the chain of your wrist cuffs with just his index finger, pulling you closer to him and forcing you to face him.
“What’s wrong with that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with disdain.
You just widened your eyes, trembling. But you quickly pulled away from him.
“T-that’s against the law,” you stammered, shaking.
“I’m not an expert in law, so how would I know?” Chance simply laughed and crossed his arms, tapping a finger on his chin. “Don’t be so angry. You’ll get used to it soon!” He continued chuckling softly, as if you had told a silly, funny joke.
You just felt disgusted and shook your head in denial. You refused to accept that this was really happening. It had to be a bad joke. It just had to be.
“Don’t fuck with me…” you muttered in denial.
You pulled hard on the ankle chains, hoping the metal would break or snap, but the solid steel crushed your hopes—it seemed very resistant. Your heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.
“You have the same spirit as Lila!” he rambled, watching you with admiration and not caring that you were desperately trying to free yourself from the chains.
“By the way, who is this ‘Lila’?” you asked, frowning.
“Ahh, Lila is my dear doll, my former love. She was exactly like you. Her hair was [hair color] just like yours, and her beautiful [eye color] eyes were the same too.” He smiled happily, blushing.
“I’m not a doll, and I’m definitely not this Lila!” you shouted in denial.
“Yes, I know that. Still… I can’t help but see so many similarities between you two,” Chance argued.
You just blinked, still completely confused by everything. It was too much information to process in this desperate situation.
“I feel like I’m living with my doll again. That’s why I brought you home with me,” he said with a closed-eye smile.
“I’M REPLACING A DOLL?!” you thought, blinking and squinting one eye, feeling the stress build up in your mind to the point where you were starting to get a headache.
“You’re a lunatic…” you said with contempt, lowering your head.
Chance just laughed and pretended to feel offended, clutching his chest as if it hurt.
“Ouch! How mean! I think you need some lessons in good manners, like proper dolls. Good dolls are well-behaved and polite.”
Silence.
“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes in silence, ignoring him and staying quiet.
“What’s the problem? Tell me. I know you’re not Lila,” He leaned in closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. You just turned your head away, trying to ignore him while breaking into a cold sweat.
You made a sour face. Chance only smiled wickedly, enjoying your small act of rebellion.
“I want to learn your real name…” You remained silent, nervous. “Huhu… You don’t know your own name? Well then, I’ll give you a new one!”
He already knew your name—you were sure of it. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying it. This small act of rebellion gave you a bit of pride, since he was taking everything else from you. But maybe staying silent wasn’t such a good idea after all…
“Well, Lila had a small shortened nickname for Lily. Given that she was quite shy. So… What should I call you?” They placed a finger on their chin, thoughtful. “You are quite adorable and cute, indeed. Could I call you Love? Or something simple, like Dolly, a version of ‘doll’? What will it be?”
They thought, before putting their hand in their pocket and searching for something.
“I know! Let’s flip a coin, but where is my coin? I left it right here in my pocket, I can’t lose my lucky coin and especially not at a moment like this with my doll!” They searched in the other pocket and in the jacket of the expensive suit.
While they said that and thought of a name for you, you could only think of one thing. Escape.
“I need to get out of here.”
“Aha! Found it, here we go. If it lands on heads it will be Love and if it lands on tails it will be Dolly. Okay?” They tossed the coin, quite anxious about it.
“I have no idea…”
The gold coin landed on tails.
“Tails. Okay! I’ll call you Dolly! That really suits you, it seems like it was quite lucky, doesn’t it?” They smiled and put the coin back in their pocket.
“What is this man capable of!”
You thought in shock and paralyzed.
“From today and now on, you will be my Dolly!” They picked up something that caught your attention. “It’s decided then.”
“Therefore…” They swung your bag, your bag from last night that you were carrying on your way back from work.
Chance had a serious look on his face, opening the zipper of the bag and rummaging through it, taking out your wallet. He threw the bag onto the center table of the room, like something disposable, opening your wallet and taking a pair of scissors that you didn’t even know existed from the top of the vanity table.
“You no longer need your old name.”
He began to remove everything from inside your wallet that contained your identity. Your ID card, cards, any documents that had your old identity and your name. He started cutting and shredding them with the scissors, ruining and destroying everything and your old identity.
“Those are…” you murmured, in shock and with wide eyes, pale and in panic inside with everything in front of you. “…. Ah…”
You could only hear the consecutive sound of the scissors cutting everything that belonged to you like paper and falling as if it were trash on the floor. You shook your head in denial, unable to do absolutely anything to stop him.
“I will burn the remains to ashes, don’t worry.” Chance says, but your concern was the complete opposite.
The worst came next, which after destroying all your identities with the scissors. He took your cell phone from the bag and threw the bag on the floor like something disposable and approached the tray with the teapot and the cup on the saucer, you had forgotten that this was there. You think you already had an idea of what was going to happen.
“Besides, dolls don’t use these human objects.” He says referring to the cell phone, before placing the device inside the teacup with a relaxed smile on his lips.
“W-what are you going to do?! Please, no!”, you leaned forward and screamed, in the hope that he would stop what he was doing. But he didn’t listen to you.
He picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the cup where your cell phone was, the tea was hot and your device that seconds ago was on, in a few seconds it had a permanent black screen. You immediately realized, your cell phone was ruined and bricked because of the hot liquid.
“NO!! MY CELL PHONE! IT TOOK ME 12 MONTHS TO FINISH PAYING FOR IT!” You screamed, your eyes watering, while you remembered all the times you paid the expensive installments of the cell phone that was still new, but now it was destroyed.
It had been months of struggle and sweat from your salary to pay for it, when you finally finished everything, it was destroyed. You wanted to cry a lot when seeing something you had achieved with your own sweat and tears have this destiny and end.
“I am getting rid of what is useless.”, He continued filling the cup with tea, as if he still hadn’t destroyed the device enough, to the point where the liquid overflowed from the cup and ran down the saucer.
“Now, you are officially MY Dolly”, they laughed, but a slightly sadistic and malicious laugh in the background. “What joy!”
Chance lifted the teapot of tea that he was still holding, observing the dirt and small mess he had just made. But at no moment did guilt or anything like that come, only neutrality.
“Oops, I’m sorry. You can’t drink your tea like this.”, He put the teapot back on the tray and made a slightly thoughtful pout.
“You…” Chance looked at you confused. “What the hell did you just do?!”, you shouted very loudly, feeling a boiling anger run through you with all of that.
“Why are you so angry? You got irritated suddenly.” Chance smiled sweetly, as if he hadn’t destroyed your things that you had worked so hard to achieve and your identity just now. “You are a doll with emotions very similar to humans.”
“I’m not a doll!” you retorted firmly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Chance shook his head, disappointed.
Before walking toward a dresser and opening the second drawer on the left side of it, searching and looking for something.
“It’s common for you, after all, you will understand and you are only at the beginning. But I can’t let you say and do whatever you want freely, especially denying who you are now.” He picked up something and closed the drawer, turned to you and showed a ball gag almost in a BDSM style. “Answering your master and owner is not allowed. Let’s put this on you.”
Your eyes widened when you saw the object. There was no way he was going to put that on you!
“No… What are you doing?!”, you started to struggle when he got very close to you, giving slaps, punches, blows and kicks and anything that could prevent him from gagging you with that.
“Come on, it’s all right. I will take care of everything.” He tried to calm you with a smile, but it didn’t work.
A small physical struggle happened and lasted for almost more than 5 minutes. But Chance was stronger than you, in the end, he unfortunately got what he wanted.
“Phew. That will be enough.” They wipe the sweat from their forehead, a little tired from the small struggle.
The gag was uncomfortable in your mouth and made you pant tiredly after the unsuccessful struggle, you looked at him with deadly hatred and almost cute in his vision.
“Besides, I think it’s better if I absent myself until you calm down.”, They put their hands in their pockets and turned toward the bedroom door.
They opened the door and said goodbye with a light wave of the hand and a smug smile on their face.
“Sweet dreams, my dear Dolly.”, He whispered, before disappearing and closing the door.
You heard the sound of the key turning and the door locking and the footsteps in the hallway, signaling that he had left. You quickly tried to pull off and remove the gag, but it seemed very secure and tied around your face and mouth.
Your chest rose and fell in desperation, while you panted because of the ball stuck in your mouth.
“This can’t be happening…” you thought in denial. “My cell phone… All my cards and identity documents…” your eyes watered, you wanted to cry again when remembering everything you had being destroyed right in front of you.
“And to make everything worse, I still have to wear this tacky outfit!”, you squeezed the skirt of the dress, full of hatred and rage. You wanted to tear the clothes right now.
You stayed a few minutes still in the silence, before getting up with a little difficulty because of the chains and getting out of the bed. You stood rigidly because of the restriction in your limbs and movements, looking around the room and exploring. You saw the scissors he used on the vanity table, this gave you an idea that maybe it would be useful. You tried to walk a little more forward to explore the room better and reach the scissors, only to be suddenly pulled and fall on the fancy marble floor.
You were confused and looked for the one responsible for making you fall. You saw that the ankle chains had a double chain, which was connected all the way to an iron ring on the wall of the room, restricting and limiting how far you could go in the room. This left you with even more hatred and contempt for that damn Robloxian and made you clench your fists so hard to the point that your nails dug into the palms of your hands.
“That guy… Is even worse than I imagined…!!!”, you screamed in your thoughts.
It was morning when he returned. The rays of sunlight invaded the window. The day seemed beautiful outside, but the little birds were singing and flying past the window, as if mocking the freedom you no longer had. You heard the clinking of the key in the lock and the door being unlocked and opened. Chance entered the room with a bright smile on his face.
“Good morning—... Wow…” His expression changed to one of great surprise as he looked at the state of the room.
The room looked like a complete mess that you had caused. Due to your immense anger from the night before, you had messed up and broken everything you could reach within the limit of the chains. You had thrown and torn books onto the floor, knocked over chairs, ripped the sheets and pillows, with goose feathers scattered everywhere. It wasn’t much, but it had been an enormous pleasure of rebellion to destroy all those expensive and fancy things.
Chance just laughed awkwardly, locking the door behind him and pushing a breakfast cart.
“The room is upside down.” He commented, leaving the cart beside the center table in the room, next to the fireplace, bending down and putting the fallen chair back in its proper place.
Chance cleaned his hands by clapping them together and walked toward the bed.
“Dolly, it’s already morning!” Chance leaned in, ignoring your hateful glare toward him, still with the gag in your mouth. “Don’t make such an ugly face so early in the morning.”
He extended his hands. You immediately became defensive against any action from him.
“Calm down, I’m just going to take this off, okay? Don’t bite me, dear.” He placed his hands behind the gag and untied its strap, removing the gag. “See? All done!”
He put the gag away with a relaxed smile. You panted a little, relieved that he had removed the uncomfortable gag.
“Ah…” You let out a deep sigh. “Let me out of here…”
“Nah ah, that’s not how you greet others in the morning.” He placed his hand on his waist and gave you a reprimanding expression. “When someone says good morning to you, how do you respond?” He raised an eyebrow.
You stayed silent and pressed your lips together. Was he seriously giving you a lesson in good manners as if you were a child?
“You say good morning back to them.” His hand approached to touch your head. “Remember that from now on—”
You slapped his hand away, signaling that you didn’t want to be touched. But Chance simply ignored it.
“Oops. You’re in a bad mood again.” Chance touched you anyway, stroking and petting your head. You wanted to deny to yourself that you were enjoying that little bit of affection from him. “Are you stressed because you still haven’t adapted to the new environment? Or are you hungry, Dolly?”
“Are you kidding me…?” You grumbled, furious, clenching your fists while he continued caressing your hair.
“Me?” Chance pointed to himself with his other hand, tilting his head in confusion. “What makes you say that? I’m seriously thinking about what I should do to improve your mood.” He worried, trying to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You quickly pushed his hand away. He had already touched you enough. And you hated feeling any comfort from that damn head pat.
“My mood will improve when I get out of here,” you replied.
“Ow…?” They gave you a look of pity and pain. “Why would you say something like that?” Chance asked, extremely disappointed and sad.
He had literally kidnapped you, gagged you, destroyed and burned your things, treated you like a doll like a madman, and he still questioned why?
“I WANT TO LEAVE!” you shouted, frustrated.
“Don’t say that, Dolly. If I let you leave, that would be neglect,” Chance argued, with a sad look. “That’s why I can’t do that…”
Your eyes watered. You clenched your fists on the dress you were wearing, trembling and forcefully holding back the intense urge to cry.
“You… obviously, you’re crazy…” you judged, sniffling with your head lowered and shaking.
“I already told you to call me Chance or Master.” Chance warned, at the same time giving a comforting smile. “Ah, well, whatever…”
He let out a very deep sigh, before giving a wide and cheerful smile, trying to change the subject because of the somewhat heavy atmosphere to soften the situation.
“For now, let’s have breakfast.” He smiled cheerfully, showing the breakfast cart he had brought. You had even forgotten about it… “I made pancakes for you!”
The plate of pancakes caught your attention. They looked quite appetizing and pretty. The pancakes were thick and plump with blueberries on top. But you weren’t hungry and didn’t feel like eating.
You moved away to the corner of the bed, hugging your legs and looking away, quite insecure and uncomfortable with a frightened look.
“I don’t want to eat them,” you turned your head, refusing.
“Uh? I made them especially for you,” he looked hurt.
“I said I don’t want them.” You swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact and hugging your legs tighter.
“But you even had a loyalty card from a pancake restaurant.” He retorted, confused.
“I DON’T WANT TO EAT ANYTHING THAT COMES FROM YOU!” you yelled, closing your eyes tightly and hugging yourself hard as well.
“You’re so cruel…” he murmured, with a look of disappointment.
“Oh well…” He approached you. When you opened your eyes and looked at him, Chance was staring at you with a dark and serious look. “I guess I’ll have to feed you by force.”
His hand gently caressed your cheek, before sliding down and grabbing your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger.
“I’m not in favor of doing this, but…” He brought his face closer to yours, those amber eyes staring deep into your soul and causing you shivers. “In the past, Lila stopped eating. So, after I force-fed her, she got very sick…”
You felt his breath against your face, while you completely lost yourself in those dark eyes and felt your heart racing.
“I don’t want to face a similar failure again.”
“Wouldn’t that be abuse…?” You tried to argue.
“Yes, you’re right.” He agreed, never looking away. “I did something quite cruel to her back then. I forced the food down her throat. And then she got sick…”
“What is this atmosphere?” You thought, while feeling the atmosphere grow heavy around you, making you break into a cold sweat.
“That’s why… You’re going to be reasonable, right?” Chance asked you, looking at you in a sadistic way.
“I don’t have a choice.” You swallowed hard and shuddered. “I can’t refuse.”
Refusing would indeed be worse. Maybe accepting would ease the situation and perhaps he would stop looking at you in that terrifying way.
“O-o-okay…” You answered, stuttering.
In an instant, Chance’s expression lit up completely and he smiled cheerfully in an almost childish way.
“Great! Come with me.” He gently pulled your hand so you would get up from the bed.
You were quite surprised by his sudden change in mood. He had been acting dark and sadistic seconds ago. It was only after you accepted something that he completely changed. Maybe it really was better not to resist. Resisting might make things worse. Chance guided you to the middle of the room, to the dining table in the center of the room, at the limit of your ankle chain. He pulled the only chair there and sat on it. You stood still for a few seconds, a little curious and confused.
“There’s only one chair,” you said.
“Your seat is right here.” Chance replied, smiling childishly and pointing to his own lap, patting his thigh and encouraging you to sit.
“Uh, hell no…” you murmured in refusal, with a look of disgust toward him.
“Ah, come on! Don’t be selfish.” He pouted, sulking.
You thought about stepping back and refusing, but you knew the situation could get worse and you didn’t want to face those terrifying amber eyes again. At least he was wearing sunglasses, even inside the house. But what caught your attention was the cutlery on the napkin next to the breakfast plate. The knife shone and interested you. You had a small idea in your head…
Even against your own willpower, you forced yourself to sit on his lap in silence and Chance just smiled and laughed cheerfully. You remained stiff on his lap and looked away, feeling your weight against his legs and not wanting to imagine many other things that could happen right there.
“I can’t eat with these cuffs…” you commented, shaking the chains on your wrist cuffs.
“Don’t worry! I’ll feed you.” Chance picked up the cutlery. “I will take care of all your needs. This won’t be an exception.”
Damn. There went your chance to escape or stab his hand, even though the knife wasn’t that sharp. You broke into a cold sweat and avoided swallowing hard.
“N-no… I would like to eat by myself,” you insisted, nervous at the thought of losing such a good opportunity.
“It’s okay. Leave it to me.” Chance refused, shaking the index finger that was holding the knife to emphasize. “Oh, don’t struggle. I would hate to cut you with the knife and kill you by accident.”
Shit… It seemed like he knew or had an idea, that’s why the hint. You straightened your posture while still on his lap, feeling an intense atmosphere.
“So, first, I’m going to pour syrup on top of the pancakes.” He picked up a small glass jar containing classic pancake syrup and poured it slowly over the pancakes. The sweet smell of caramelized sugar from the syrup spread. “It’s a special syrup.” Chance whispered in your ear, in a malicious tone. You felt his breath on your ear and couldn’t help but shudder.
Chance cut a small slice of the pancakes and picked it up with the fork. He made sure to soak and coat the piece of pancake heavily in the syrup.
“A spell to get closer to the loved one was cast on it,” Chance commented, leaving you confused. “Okay.” He brought the fork to your mouth.
“Come on, eat.” You swallowed hard, hesitating for a few seconds before slowly opening your mouth.
As soon as you ate and chewed the piece of pancake, within seconds you made a sour face, squinted one eye, and forced yourself to swallow the piece of dough.
“Eww!!! What the?” you thought, your lips trembling. “It’s so sickeningly sweet that it numbs my tongue. What the hell is wrong with his taste buds?” You judged and continued forcing yourself to eat.
“Okay. Open your little mouth.” He extended another piece of pancake. You just wondered how you would manage to eat something that seemed like pure sugar. Maybe it was the syrup.
You opened your mouth again, chewed and forced it down. Feeling your tongue go numb from the flavor. In a few minutes, the plate was already empty and almost clean. You had eaten everything by force while Chance thought you loved that sugar bomb.
“You ate everything. Good girl, Dolly!” He praised you. You felt sick both from the meal and from his compliments at the same time. “Very good. What do you say after you finish eating?”
“Thank you for the food…” you replied, with silent hatred inside you.
“Very well said.” They smiled proudly. “Since you behaved so well, I’ll give you a gift.”
Chance showed you a collar, similar to your cuffs. But the difference was that it was large enough for your neck, lined with soft pink and white leather, with a slightly short chain. You felt extremely small and humiliated when he finished putting and tightening the collar around your neck.
“I swear… You look even more adorable!” He blushed, with eyes shining with admiration.
You just moved your cuffed hands a little, with an uncomfortable look and slight disgust in your eyes. Standing in the middle of the room, Chance hugged you, your head against his chest. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And at no moment did you have any intention of returning the hug. You just looked at the floor thoughtfully and slightly defeated.
There wasn’t much you could do. It was as if you were completely tied to him. The collar around your neck only reinforced that humiliation.
“You are the most beautiful doll in the entire world.” He caressed your hair. “I will take very good care of you forever.”
Silence.
“What is wrong with him?” you asked yourself in your thoughts. “Is he serious?” You remained thoughtful.
For God’s sake, let this not be true. You wouldn’t be able to live in this damn hell forever, under the care of this madman. You would prefer anything other than staying with him.
“Is he really going to make me his doll?” You felt his hands on your bare back.
And suddenly, you widened your eyes and felt a tremor run down your spine. Your body slowly became hot and you felt your libido rising along with your hormones.
“What the?!” You were confused. “My body is feeling a strange sensation…”
You started to tremble. Your legs also began to feel weak and it seemed difficult to breathe and stand.
“Huh? What’s wrong, Dolly?” Chance asked maliciously, playing with your hair.
“Hah…” you panted, your cheeks flushing as you felt strange sensations running through your body. “You… drugged me?” you asked, even though deep down you already knew the answer, with a look of hatred and trembling lips.
“The word ‘drugged’ makes it sound terrible.” Chance replied. He didn’t deny it, which only confirmed that he really did it. But in his view and perception, it was something completely different and despicable. “It was delicious, wasn’t it? The syrup? With that spell.”
The pieces began to fit together. Now it was explained why it had such an extremely sweet and numbing taste. Everything made sense now. It was the damn syrup.
“That overly sweet syrup!” you thought, your heart pounding with panic and excitement at the same time. “I knew there was something wrong with it!”
You tried to pull away and struggle. You already knew what was going to happen from here on out. In a vulnerable situation and under the effects of unknown aphrodisiacs, his intentions were clear from the moment he drugged you. But you refused it. Anything, anything at all, except this!
“No. Let me go!” you tried to struggle, but you were extremely weak for it.
“Oops… I won’t let you escape.” Chance held your wrist with one hand and held the chain of your collar with the other.
He was extremely strong compared to your body against his. You didn’t have much chance of escape.
“This is our chance to become close.” He said. “Take a chance with Chance!”
“No… No…” you shook your head in disagreement.
But the gray Robloxian simply threw you face down onto the bed.
“Let’s do something nice…” he began to remove his clothes. “Intimately, the two of us.”
You continued refusing, but Chance was already removing everything you were wearing—dress, panties, bra. You only grew more and more desperate.
“This man isn’t planning to treat me like his doll.” You thought in shock. “But like a sex doll.”
Chance stepped back, observing the small mess you were in. Panting and still with clothes on your body, but with a good part of it exposed, showing your curves and your ass out.
“The cuffs won’t let me undress you. They’re in the way, so I’ll remove them for a moment.” He put his hand inside his suit, under the tie below his neck, pulling out a necklace from inside his clothes with the small key to the cuffs as a pendant.
He turned the small key in the locks of the wrist chains, freeing your hands.
“The ankle ones too.” He looked at your feet before doing the same.
You were panting and weak, holding the loose clothes against your body to cover yourself and maintain your dignity. Without the cuffs in the way, you had a small chance!
“Very well. First, I’m going to take off…” Chance was surprised by a strong kick to his chest. You had managed to gather enough strength to kick him even while weakened by the aphrodisiacs.
“OUCH!!!” He screamed in pain.
You jumped off the bed, holding your garments to cover your naked body, trying to run toward the bedroom door.
“Ow, that hurts…” Chance murmured, kneeling on the floor and trembling from the pain of the blow you had given him. His glasses and hat fell to the floor due to the impact.
“I feel like my head is spinning.” You thought, panting and slow, trying to reach the door. “I need to escape from this man. Or else I will be…”
You were surprised when you were pulled by the chain of the collar around your neck. How could you forget that damn important detail? You weren’t completely free. Chance managed to pull you by the chain, bringing the two of you face to face. He stared at you with a dead look in those terrifying eyes.
“I will be killed…” you completed the sentence in your mind, paralyzed and in shock as you stared at him.
Shit, you were fucked. Weren’t you?
In a few seconds, Chance’s expression changed drastically. He just gave a small relaxed smile.
“Dolls kick, right? It’s not very common, but they kick anyway.” He said. “Lila used to kick me a lot of times too.”
“I have no more doubts. You really were made to be my doll.” Chance stared at you sadistically, making you sweat with nervousness.
He surprised you by suddenly picking you up in a bridal carry style. With a small malicious smile on his lips. He laid you down on the bed and got on top of you.
“Once I finish undressing you, I’ll put the cuffs back on your ankles.” He returned to doing what he was doing before.
“S-stop…” you murmured, squirming a little. But you were already too dazed and weak.
“If you kick me again, I’m really going to get mad.” He warned you. “Behave, okay?”
In a few seconds, you were already completely naked and without any clothing, with the cuffs back on your ankles. You felt the cold air hit your pussy and felt humiliatingly exposed.
You put your hands up to cover your breasts and closed your legs completely to hide your intimate parts. Panting and with flushed cheeks due to the aphrodisiac.
“Wow, Dolly. Your body is burning.” Commented Chance, stepping back a little to admire the view he was seeing of your beautiful naked body. “I guess with all that rushing around, the medicine finally took effect?”
“It seems like… I can’t think straight…” Dazed, you tried to think, but it was almost impossible. Maybe he was right. The ‘medicine’ was really taking effect now and completely fucking you over.
“Shhhh... It’s okay…” Chance got on top of you, moving away the hands that covered your breasts. You no longer struggled because of the effects of the drug, making you unable to refuse or move. “Let me take care of everything.”
Chance brought his lips closer to yours. You pressed your lips together and kept your mouth closed as a way to not let him advance on you. It resulted in just a light peck. Chance pulled away with a malicious and slightly irritated smile.
“Open your mouth.” He wasn’t asking.
You kept your mouth pursed and closed your eyes tightly, using the few remnants of fight you still had inside you.
“Am I going to have to discipline you until you listen to my words?” He asked threateningly. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
Out of fear, you forcefully opened your eyes and your mouth. Unfortunately surrendering little by little to him.
“Good girl…” Chance smiled, then kissed you.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a completely possessive kiss that made you feel strange. You felt him invade your mouth with his tongue, both tongues forming a dance. You didn’t return the kiss, but you couldn’t deny that he kissed extremely well and that it made you feel hotter and more aroused. There was no rush. The kiss was slow and intense. He gave a few seconds of pause and then returned to attacking your mouth and lips, not hesitating to lick your lips and turn both of your mouths into a mess of saliva.
You panted softly, feeling shivers spread throughout your entire body. The effect of the aphrodisiacs made the situation worse, making your mind go blank and empty, reducing your resistance and encouraging you to return the kiss and accept Chance’s advances. His tongue wrapped around yours and explored your oral cavity to the point where you felt touched by it. The feeling of strangeness only increased.
You felt short of breath as the minutes of the kiss passed. It was then that Chance finally stopped, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. He had a malicious smile on his lips and looked quite satisfied with it. And you were a mess — flushed cheeks, sweating and panting as you recovered your breath, saliva dripping from your mouth. And Chance had more to mess you up even further…
“You liked the kiss.” It wasn’t a question either. It was a statement. And the worst part was that it was true. “Shall we continue for a little longer?”
Chance returned to the kiss after letting you breathe a little. Now, the second time, it was deeper and much more intense, to the point of making you tremble and moan softly. You felt a slightly metallic taste in the kiss. It was only now that you noticed and felt that he had a gold tooth. That rich son of a bitch… You only had to kiss him to notice that…
“What should I do…?” You thought. It was difficult to think. You were too dazed because of the drugs and the intense kiss that was now more prolonged. “Despite what he’s doing to me, I’m feeling pleasure…”
“Does it feel that good?” He provoked you. He already knew the answer. Then he pulled away and stopped the kiss, the same string of saliva connecting your tongues. It left you a little nauseous and too dazed. You could barely think straight and felt dizzy from the prolonged kiss.
“I’ll give you even more pleasure.” They promised.
You felt Chance’s fingers grab your nipples, catching you by surprise and making you moan loudly. His fingers grabbed and gently squeezed your nipples and rubbed them. Making you tremble and moan, he captured your lips again, kissing you hard with his tongue while pulling and massaging the tips of your breasts. The kiss made you release muffled moans against his mouth.
“Try intertwining your tongue with mine yourself. You’ll feel even better.” Chance took your breasts with the palms of his hands and massaged and squeezed them, making you tremble and moan.
You wondered if it was advice or an order, but for some reason, you wondered why you did what he said. Intertwining your tongue with his really made you feel more sexual euphoria.
Chance stopped the kiss again, which left you slightly disappointed. Your mind was jumbled because a deeper part screamed for you to resist, but another part with a louder voice screamed for you to accept and give in.
“Let me hear your voice.” He ended the kisses for now… with the intention of hearing your cute little sounds and moans.
He took your breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking your nipples. You let out a loud moan and tried to contain it, ending up with muffled breathing in the process. His mouth sucked and licked the nipples of both breasts, massaging the other while giving attention to one.
“Mn… It’s adorable how sensitive you are.” He murmured, kissing and sucking your nipple with fervor. This made you throw your head back in pleasure and tremble all over.
You were a flushed, panting, moaning mess when Chance stopped attacking your breasts and looked at your face, already expecting this result. He always got what he wanted after all…
“When they’re more swollen, I’ll also put a beautiful ornament on your nipples.” He promised.
Holy shit… Let it not be those nipple clamps…
“I shouldn’t like something like this.” You thought, disappointed in yourself for not resisting, but it was difficult. It was as if it were something completely futile and useless, given that the two of you were already here and that obviously he wasn’t going to stop, even if you didn’t want it…
“I liked playing with your breasts…” He commented. “But it’s time to take care of this part of your body too.”
His fingers moved down toward your pussy, making your heart race. You quickly closed your legs, but he managed to slip his damn hand there anyway.
“I really shouldn’t, but…”
You had to fight.
“N-no…” you murmured, but it had no effect. His fingers were already there. You brought your free hands to cover your mouth and face.
You moaned muffled while covering your mouth, feeling his fingers rubbing your pussy.
“You’re extremely wet.” He stated, laughing softly. “I’m going to give you pleasure down here too…”
His fingers gained speed, rubbing your pussy and your lips. You released loud and involuntary moans.
“S-stop— No!” With trembling hands, you grabbed the wrist of the hand that was rubbing your pussy. Both hands shaking as you tried to pull and remove his hand from there. But it was useless. You were weak and shuddering with pleasure that only weakened you more and more.
Chance took one of your swollen breasts into his mouth, rubbing the entrance of your vagina at a fast pace, overstimulating you.
“Don’t do this.” You tried to push him away with your hands on his shoulders and chest, but he remained where he was. Your legs opened involuntarily due to how well he was touching you, making your body automatically surrender to him. “No…”
You could only moan loudly and feel a strong sensation of imposition with everything. You felt humiliated by all of it.
“Aren’t you confusing the words?” He asked provocatively. Pulling his mouth away from your nipple with a wet tongue. “Look how wet you are.”
His fingers slowed down and rubbed your pussy lips and your vagina slowly.
“I wonder if I can slide my fingers in now?” He slowly began to move down between your legs.
“S-stop…” you were desperate, trying to stop him from advancing and looking for remnants of resistance that you barely had.
Even though your body betrayed your mind, it still persisted that you shouldn’t fall for the spells and charms of this forced pleasure that was making you give in little by little. Your mind was still there. Even though it was becoming dazed by the effects of the drug, it was still standing to help you resist despite everything. But it seemed like an impossible mission, because your biggest problems were the lack of strength and Chance continuing his actions and giving you immense and good pleasure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t deny that he was doing a good job and destroying any obstacle to make you his.
“Resisting is futile.” He opened your legs for better access, even with your ankles chained. One of his fingers pressed and massaged your vagina. “Look… It’s going in.” Before you could say anything or ask him to stop, you suddenly felt his middle finger slide inside your vagina.
You let out a loud and intense moan, arching your back and rolling your eyes.
“It went in without any problems.” He began to move his finger slowly inside you, making your thighs and legs tremble. “I think I could insert another without problems.” He didn’t suggest it. He was going to do it regardless.
“N-NO.” You writhed, moaning. But he inserted another finger, his index finger inside you. “No…” you whimpered, placing the backs of your hands over your mouth to control your moans.
“Liar.” Chance judged you with a perverse smile. “Your insides are saying the opposite. You’re enjoying it. See?”
He began to speed up and finger you with in-and-out movements, even pushing deeper into your vagina. He began to explore with his fingers, as if searching for something, while studying and analyzing every sensitive spot inside you and your expressions.
“Let’s find your sweet spot.” He continued fingering every part until he pressed a specific area inside you, which made you moan loudly and instinctively arch your back. “Hmm… Jackpot!”
He savored his small victory, licking his lips with pleasure at seeing you turn into a mess of moans and trembling with pleasure.
“I think I found it.” He began to rub and press your sweet spot, determined to bring you to your limit. Your hips lifted, seeking more of that delicious and forced stimulation.
You turned into a mix of moans and denials, telling him to stop, not to do it, and saying no several times in vain. As if that wasn’t enough, you felt the index finger of his other hand press against your sensitive clit.
“I’m going to stimulate your clit simultaneously. This way you’ll feel great both inside and outside,” he explained. “Then you can cum beautifully for me.”
And then, his fingers began to work together at the same time. The inserted fingers rubbing your sensitive spot and moving in a fast and prolonged rhythm, and the index finger pleasantly rubbing your sensitive and swollen little button. Causing a gigantic overstimulation, just as he had really said. You could only babble refusals and lustful moans of pleasure, rolling your eyes back and arching your back.
Chance replaced his finger on your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking your bundle of nerves while continuing to work with the inserted fingers. He began making scissoring movements and rubbing your spot while sucking and licking your clit.
That was too much for you. You felt strange sensations running through your body. You couldn’t bear to resist anymore, but it was the only thing you could do at that moment. As a last option, you started biting your lower lip and trying to hold back your moans, as a small determined way to resist all of it.
“Hm? Don’t hold back…” Chance ordered in a murmur while continuing to savor your pussy. “Let me hear your sweet moans…”
Waves of heat and cold ran through your body. You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach and butterflies in your belly. You began to release instinctive moans and sounds. Chance knew you were very close. He sped up the pace, pushing you to cum faster. On impulse, you grabbed his head and pulled his grayish hair closer to your pussy, throwing your head back and moaning intensely and very loudly to the point that your throat hurt and your voice became hoarse.
You came hard on his fingers and mouth, dirtying the bed sheets. Before falling and catching your breath, weak and exhausted after your first orgasm of the day. Chance withdrew his fingers and tongue from inside you, moving away from your legs and not wasting time, licking your juices and nectar until his fingers were clean.
“Mm… You’re so cute and delicious.” He praised, savoring your juices.
Your chest rose and fell. You were recovering after all that pleasure. Little did you know that it was still just the beginning…
“This is wrong…” you thought in denial, panting. “I shouldn’t feel pleasure from his caresses…”
While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Chance pulling his tie and unbuttoning the shirt of his suit. Nor the clinking sound of him removing his belt from his pants. When you least expected it, you felt something hard, medium, and thick hit your thigh and press against your pussy. You immediately understood what it was, quickly lifting your head and seeing the sight of a naked Chance pressing his cock against your pussy.
“Now… Let’s feel good together.” Chance declared, rubbing his precum-leaking glans against your pussy lips and your clit.
“No… Stop…” you begged for the twentieth time.
“No? You really don’t want it either?” Chance laughed bitterly, already tired of your rejections. “It’s obvious that you’re dying to feel me inside you.”
You whimpered, clenching your teeth with a flushed and sweaty face. It was difficult to understand, but you could only feel pleasure with everything. You couldn’t not feel pleasure or anything like that with his actions as you wanted. Your body had surrendered a long time ago, but your mind was still fighting futilely. You still persisted because you refused to surrender to this damn man who had kidnapped you and was now doing whatever he wanted with you. That’s why you continued to persist, although despite everything, it was still in vain.
“Every time I rub against your entrance, more wetness and more nectar comes out of your vagina.” He revealed, rubbing his cock right at your entrance. Just as he had really said, you felt something drip from your pussy as if it was coming from your entrance.
“WHY DOESN’T MY BODY REJECT THIS?!” you thought, extremely frustrated.
As if reading your thoughts, Chance gave a smile that was a mix of softening and perverse sadism.
“It’s okay… You can be honest.” He comforted you.
As if not knowing what to do, you just placed your hands on his strong, naked chest. Turning your head to hide your completely red face of shame and humiliation, silent and not knowing what to say.
“I see that you are very shy. So…” He took his member in his hand, pressing and rubbing it more against your entrance, preparing you. “I’m going to possess you until you can be honest.” Chance promised.
Your eyes widened in shock. Before you could say anything, you let out a suffocated and panting moan when Chance abruptly entered you. You felt the same sensation as when you came the first time, but faster and more surprising because he had just entered you and hadn’t even moved yet. He soon noticed this and laughed softly.
“Aah… You came a little just now?” He asked provocatively and then laughed. He held your wrists and pressed them against the bed beside your thighs while you recovered from the sudden invasive entry. “This shows how much you want this, doesn’t it?”
“What… is this?” You asked yourself in your thoughts. You felt a weird and strange sensation inside you. Your mind was now blank. “I don’t understand.”
Thinking he had given you enough time to get used to it, Chance began to move slowly inside you and press you against the bed. He began to explore your body more, wanting to understand it completely and all its anatomy. Moving in different rhythms and angles.
“This is your deepest point…” He murmured to himself as if memorizing every little thing. He moved, hitting that deep spot perfectly. You moaned loudly and hoarsely.
“If you… go that deep…” you tried to form a sentence to try to ask him not to go so far. But he ignored you, again and without caring now, focusing on fucking you completely at that moment.
“Here is the location of your uterus. Can you feel it?” He thrust where your cervix was. You screamed and moaned at the same time with pleasure from the strong thrust. His cock pressing and showing in your belly. “I’m going to make you like this…” he licked his lips maliciously.
Your mind stopped. Now completely blank. You could only feel your vagina tightening around Chance’s cock while he increased the speed of his thrusts and hit you in various spots — sensitive spots, hidden spots, deep spots, and continuously at your uterus. He pressed his body against yours and gently held your hands, hot breath in your ear.
“Your body feels hot and pleasant.” He whispered, provocatively licking your ear.
The thrusts gained more speed as time passed.
“I love you… I love you, I love you, my dear Dolly…” Chance said, releasing hoarse moans, then kissing you intensely right after.
“At this pace…” you were dazed and dizzy, feeling his lips press against yours and his tongue invade your mouth. “I’m going to lose my mind…”
You were already losing it. Your eyes were teary and rolling with every shiver and thrust of pleasure. Your tongues wrapped and intertwined in a deep French kiss while he thrust deeper and deeper at a fast pace. Your body was already overstimulated. You couldn’t help but cum for the third or fourth time. You didn’t remember anymore.
“You just came, didn’t you?” He moaned softly, his face sweaty and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Your insides contracted.”
Chance stopped and observed you for a moment, laughing at the deplorable state you were in. Extremely panting, sweaty, with eyes dripping tears of forced pleasure and drool running from your lips.
“Hahaha. The expression on your face is magnificent.” He smiled, finding you adorable. “You really are enchanting…”
Chance returned to thrusting into your pussy, alternating between slow and fast rhythms, prolonged and deep. You could only moan and roll your eyes, turning into a thirsty slut. He began to say that he loved you several times, calling you doll and dear, repeating it while he fucked and fucked you non-stop.
You moaned loudly and hoarsely when his cock pressed against your belly again.
“It feels so good that I can’t think straight anymore.” You closed your eyes as you felt him hit your sweet spot again, writhing. “Even feeling repulsion for what he’s doing to me, I can’t stop having orgasms.”
“You really love it when I hit your deepest spot hard, don’t you?” He was panting. “But if you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer…” Chance admitted.
He just couldn’t wrap your legs around his waist to go deeper because of the cuffs on your ankles. His rhythm increased to the point where you could no longer take it and were begging for it all to end soon. You were already at your limit.
“You’re such a perverted doll.” He provoked maliciously. “Although this side of you is also very adorable…” Chance kissed you with great intensity and possessiveness, making you dizzy and lightheaded.
After about 5 minutes of thrusting into you, Chance began to lose his voice and moan more frequently.
“I’m cumming…” He warned, panting. “I’m very excited. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Chance held your hips and pulled you, sinking his cock deeper into you. Catching you by surprise and making you let out a small frightened scream. Your vaginal walls began to contract and tighten around his cock. Both of you were reaching climax together.
“So, receive my semen inside you.” He thrust so fast and deep that it made you scream so loudly that you became hoarse again. “Cum again! You too!”
You both moaned loudly at the same time. He threw his head back and you arched your back. Chance felt himself filling you and making you so full that his semen overflowed around his cock and dripped from your pussy. You felt something hot filling you inside. You felt nauseous and terrible after all of this.
You tried to recover and catch your breath. Chance pressed his sweaty and hot body against yours, which was in the same state.
“It was fantastic, wasn’t it, Dolly?” He laughed softly, kissing you again, but a calmer and slightly loving kiss.
You just remained silent, breathing deeply. Your eyes watering and small discreet tears forming in the corners of your eyes, feeling drool and saliva from so many kisses and moans dripping from your lips.
“Even though it was repulsive, I’m still immersed in the pleasant sensation that remained…” Chance began to whisper compliments in your ear, kissing your neck and face. But it was as if his voice was distant now that you could finally think clearly. “This is repulsive…” you felt nauseous.
It was then that, while Chance was wiping your forehead and caressing your cheek, you felt a small flame ignite inside you — a determined flame burning in your veins.
“I will not submit to him.” You promised yourself, using the last remnants of strength you had to clench one of your fists and narrow your eyes with a look full of fire and determination, still tearing up.
“I will escape, no matter what!”
⊱ To be Continued... ⊰
Part 2 (In Progress...)
— Myster Kylie
(I'm fucking exhausted, it's already 4 AM and I've been doing this shit since midnight. If it were up to me, there wouldn't be a part 2, but I'm extremely stubborn and I'm going to write it anyway.)
"You wanna do some for me and I just wanna feel you hold me"
Older!DILF!007N7 X READER
cw : creampie, unprotected sex, fingering, afab!reader, pussy eating, tongue kissing, rough sex, ooc 007n7 cause this is MY au version of him, Netorare / infidelity, breeding, slight!yandere 007n7, reader refers to 007n7 as "Sev", can be read as pre!forsaken or just a normal fanfic without a fandom LOL, kinda comes off as dubcon but is consensual pls guys
note : hii, im...brainrotted and mentally better. 007n7 looks different, he's actually inspired of T177YL0VER's version of him where he's kinda jacked and stuff, but I also headcanon he can retract his claws but prefers to have one clawed hand from the c00lgui and he's like in his 30's???? also this was supposed to be a drabble but um, i got out of hand. live life laugh love @bun-che
“You couldn’t possibly think this was okay, right?” You were currently parading around with a new male that you could call your new “boyfriend”. He wasn’t anything truly meaningful, a guy that worked as a cashier at your local corner store. He was loud, obnoxious and possessive. His fingers dug deep into the plush flesh of your thigh as you both walked down the sidewalk while 007n7 could only watch from his window as he held a cup of lukewarm coffee.
He almost felt a young adult again, the way he ogled over you in the window— He couldn’t believe this was a true reality, you were the sweetest thing ever.
Your acts of service came in many forms. Since he became a dad, you’d always help dress C00lkid up for school, tugging on his top and smoothening out the fabric as you adjusted his collar. C00lkid would always scoff at you as he would straighten his posture and the same words would leave his mouth “You don’t have to always help me, I’m a big boy.” You would roll your eyes and match his energy, some sort of line like “Well, this big boy is supposed to be the coolest in school.” The way C00lkid’s eyes would light up at the mention of him being the “coolest”. Sometimes, you’d stay for dinner and help with dishes, laundry or other tasks that he could do on his own but you’d always be there.
He almost felt jealous as this lump in his throat formed that he couldn’t swallow, it was brewing jealousy that filled his gut.
He wasn’t trying to say you should be miserable, no.
You meant the world to him. It’s just that.. — you deserved love, yes but only his love.
Ever since that day, he hadn’t felt the same. You were currently sitting across from at the dinner table while C00lkid poked at his flaming hot mac n cheese, insisting that he wanted it for dinner as the adults would have a meal consisting of Honey Garlic Chicken served over sticky rice. 007n7 found himself even poking at his own dinner. The awkward silence stretching across the dinner table. 007n7 looking up as he made eye contact with you.
“So, how are you and your new boyfriend?” your eyes lighting up at the mere mention of him, it made him sick to his stomach– the urge to push his plate away from him like a child that had been introduced to a food group he despised. As you took a bite of your chicken, waving your fork in the air while letting yourself chew. “We’re doing great, we’re supposed to be going on a date tomorrow but I’m unsure due to his work schedule.”
The more he let you ramble about him, the sicker he got before he huffed out. “C00lkid, can you take your dinner to your room? The remote is still on your bed.” C00lkid wanted to argue but he was too eager to book for the remote as tv time only lasted so long for him
. 007n7 rubbed his temple before turning to you, “I’m gonna be honest, you could be so much better…” You froze in your tracks as you let out a chuckle, “What do you mean? I’m perfectly content with what I have.” He couldn’t help but suck in a breath. “No, you deserve more. You deserve to be spoiled, pampered 24/7, not this whatever you’ve got going.” You placed your folk down as it clattered against the side of your plate.
“What has gotten into you, Sev? Is it because I haven’t been seeing you more? If so, I’m sorry–” her sentence was interrupted by 007n7 beginning to talk again. “No, it’s just–” He let his head hang low, some form of shame washing over him as he realized what he was doing, he was trying to tear your happiness apart but he couldn’t help it. You deserved better, you deserved more. “--It’s just, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever met. I want to always have the best.” Your eyes softened as you looked at him. “Oh sev…I know you care but I’m fine, I promise.” his teeth grit as he stays content, unmoving of your opinion.
“And you’re completely sure?”
“Of course.”
He hated to push C00lkid onto 118o8 for the night but she was more than okay with taking him for the night to hangout Bluudud, he felt guilty but he’d feel even more guilty for having him in the house.
The way your back was pushed into the soft silk sheets of his bed. Your thighs were parted as your hair was sprawled across the multiple pillows on his bed. All while 007n7’s nose was pushed against the fabric of your panties. The twang of guilt slightly ate you inside but the way his nose bumped against your clit made you gasp out as he peeled your panties to the side. His tongue darted out as he let the muscle lay flat against your lips.
The warmth makes you shudder as he lets his tongue glide up and down against your cunt. The way he let his tongue drag all the way to your clit before applying a gentle kiss to it. “Bet, he doesn’t worship you like this. Doesn’t give you this type of gentle care and love..” he huffed out, not allowing you to even protest or challenge his statements as his lips wrapped around the bud, sucking on it as you let out a loud moan of pleasure.
The intense sensation electrifying though your body as your toe curled, the fight to close your thighs fell in failure as 007n7’s arms held your thighs open. Ever since C00lkid had come to be, he fought to keep himself in shape to always take care of him despite his financial instability.
His muscles flexed as it almost sent you into a hypnotizing daze as gripped your thighs to keep them fully open. Your gut tightening as his mouth moved from just messing with your cunt with his mouth before he moved up and laid next to you in the bed while you looked at him in an utter trance, your eyes racking off his entire physique, his face, everything. Your eyes were specifically trained on his wifebeater and the way it stretched over his chest as his hand found its way between your legs, you only widened them more to make room. The guilt drowned itself as your lust became prevalent.
The tips of his fingers ghosting over your lips before the pads of his fingers made contact as his two fingers rubbed against lips before they easily sunk into your cunt without resistance, a whistle leaving his lips. “Taking them so good” your face warming at the praise as his hands were much bigger than yours so the fingers themselves felt even more overwhelming.
The way your juices tickled down your lips, the burning sensations could be described as “too much” but the gentleness 007n7 had for you was immaculate. His fingers slowly slid out with what could only be described as the wettest sound ever, dragging those fingers out till his finger tips. Before letting them slide back in much faster before setting a pace. The wet slaps as his palm made contact with your mound as you let long, lengthy whines—your head that was once propped up, falling flat onto the pillow, the way you couldn’t think as his fingers continued to explore your walls. Your neck exposed vulnerably to him as he brought his cold lips up to the skin, kissing and licking the skin while fingering you.
His fingers curled as he sucked down on the skin of your neck. The way your body began to shudder in response as your pants began erratic, rapid and louder. His fingers making contact with that spongy spot inside of you, you almost could thrash against the covers the more he rubbed against it. “C’mon…C’mon, be good for me, hm?” his voice slightly deeper in your ear as your eyes snapped close, your thighs quivering as your whole body tensed as you came. His soaked fingers were still moving as he dragged out the orgasm until your tensing stopped.
“Good?” you eagerly nodded as you laid against the pillow, your brain cloudy as you kept your thighs open for him, your cunt clenching around nothing as you clearly weren’t thinking, Your shaky hand came up and gripped the wife beater as you yanked him down, letting your lips slam against his.
The kiss was messy and gross, the taste of yourself on your own tongue now. 007n7’s clock stained against his gray shorts as he finally was able to move and pin you under him. His cock being fished out while you kissed as he lined himself up with your cunt.
You both pulled away for a minute, everytime you made eye contact with him, you felt dizzy. You couldn’t believe he could’ve felt this way all this time. You can’t say you never thought about it but for it to happen under these circumstances was overwhelming for the most part. The way his gravelly voice hit your ears—low,rough and harsh made you shiver in your skin.
“I’m so much better for you than he is, yeah?” you quickly nodding as a sadist smile spread across his face. “.....good”. His hips jerked forward as his cock parted your lips as you let out a loud whine from the stretch, your legs kicked in a quick reaction before they were caught by 007n7’s hands. Keeping you locked in a missionary position as you could only mewl.
“S–Sev, i–it’s so much…” you were already panting just from the tip, how cute. He let it sit inside of you, the delicious thought of his pre-cum clinging to your warm walls and possibly impregnating you made him even hornier. You looked at him as he looked back in your eyes, he slightly pushed more inside as you responded positively to it and he took it as a hint to keep going, he let himself keep sinking into the tight heat of your body.
He couldn’t help but grunt as well as his hand that was crawled gripped the headboard of his bed to stabilize him. The wood made a screech from his claws digging into the wood.
He was buried deep inside of you as he pulled his hips back before thrusting them forward, “I’ve loved you from the day we met” thrust “I’ve always wanted you from the start” thrust “You were supposed to be MY girl, because I know I could give you so much more” 007n7’s hips snapping into you with each statement as you were so overwhelmed with pleasure, your hand clawing against his body as you let his words sink into your mind. “W-why didn’t you– fuck tell me..this” you tried to piece yourself together to talk to him but it was all so so much. The conversation died as he kept pounding into you. “I can be better, if it means I can be with you” He groaned out as he felt your walls clamp around his cock.
“You’d like that huh, just us? How it should’ve been?” You only let out half-assed strings of agreement as he fucks you, his cock is so deep inside of you as he let a roar with before pushing himself fully inside to the hilt. You almost felt like he was in your stomach—the warm, overbearing sensation of his cum pouring into you, as you whined from the fullness. The low sounds of you both huffing and panting as things began to calm down. His fingers tracing invisible lines over your hip.
“You okay?” his words softer, his animalistic persona completely gone as it melted into something more gentle. “I-I’m fine…fuck, 007n7’s fingers ran his fingers through your hair as you leaned into his touch.
“I’ll get you some water and a bath started soon..let’s just stay a bit” you could only agree with him as he let himself collapse onto you, careful to not hurt you with his clawed hand. God, what were you to tell your lousy boyfriend….knocked up with your bestfriend’s baby.
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˙゛ how the phighters + zuka are when they're jealous.
* check — romance, established relationship, mentions of: phighting, smoking, jealousy, not proofread, and the following are included: ban hammer, boombox, coil, hyperlaser, medkit, rocket, skateboard, vine staff, and zuka.
* talk — YES A JEALOUSY REQUEST!!
۪ ׂ ˖ BAN HAMMER
— It might be assumed that Ban Hammer wouldn't get jealous because he's convinced he's the greatest, but he's actually one of the most jealous Inphernals to have ever been spawned.
— The reason he gets so jealousy is because you deserve the best, and that's what he is—the best. Anyone who lays eyes on you should know that you deserve nothing less than great, and the only Inphernal who fits that description is him.
— So why is it that these puny Inphernals were trying to flirt with you? Obviously, they weren't worthy to even look in your direction, so why would they even bother!
— The thing about Ban Hammer's jealousy is that he, surprisingly, isn't confrontational about it.
— He's just...pouty.
— He'll have his blindfold lifted while his shooting daggers at whoever is flirting with you, but he won't approach them.
— While you're informing the stranger of your relationship, you can imagine their surprise when they ask who and you point at Ban Hammer—a tall, muscular Inphernal who looks like he's about to kill them.
— In reality, the most Ban Hammer would do is try to get them arrested for like, bux fraud or something like that...
— As soon as the stranger leaves—which they do because of Ban Hammer's glare—you'll approach him and immediately get pulled into his arms.
— He'd grumble something about how pathetic the stranger was, and that they shouldn't even have looked in your direction.
— You're both going home after that, and he'd probably cuddle you.
۪ ׂ ˖ BOOMBOX
— With Boombox, his jealousy really depends.
— If they stop flirting after you tell them you're in a relationship, he's fine! Flirting is bound to happen—especially with someone as amazing as you—so as long as they respect you and back off after being informed of your relationship, it's all good!
— But then you have those who don't have any respect whatsoever.
— The people he's talking about are the ones who ignore the fact you're in a relationship and keep trying to flirt anyway, or worse—the ones who try to get close and touchy.
— For the ones who just simply keep flirting, he won't intervene unless you look at him for help. And by intervene I mean he won't approach them.
— He will get his boombox, though, and blast your favorite song really loud until the stranger leaves.
— For the touchy and close ones, though, he will walk over and make sure to put himself between you and the stranger.
— He doesn't care how close the stranger is—he's slotting himself in between just so the stranger steps back, and Boombox will give them a smile.
"I think you should leave!"
— Despite his smile, his words would have a tone that didn't leave the idea up to debate, and the stranger would just scoff before leaving.
— He would then face you before asking if hearing your favorite song made you happy.
— The right answer is "yes" with a kiss.
۪ ׂ ˖ COIL
— Coil takes nothing seriously, and the topic of jealousy is no exception.
— To him, he doesn't have to worry about other people because they're not him.
— Coil is surprised that even he was able to date you, and he's practically the best of the best—so if anyone thinks they have a chance with you, they're dead wrong.
— But some Inphernals don't know how to pick that up.
— Anytime someone flirts with you or hints any interest, Coil is more amused by it rather than jealous.
— He just finds it funny how someone like them thinks they have a chance with someone like you.
— He usually just sits back and watches the person embarrass themselves as they keep flirting until you tell them you're taken, and whenever they ask by who and you point at him? He'll have the cockiest smirk on his face before shooting them a wink.
— But again, some Inphernals can't take a hint.
— Coil only gets slightly irritated whenever they don't give up on flirting with you. Even when it's obvious you're not interested, they'd keep pushing, and so he'd whip out a tactic that always worked.
— He'd kiss you.
— He'd walk over to you with his hands in his pockets, and when you'd turn your head to greet him, he'd press his lips against yours.
— It wouldn't be a simple peck, either. He'd keep the kiss going until he could feel the stranger's eyes waver out of awkwardness,
— When Coil would pull away, he'd lean back and look at the stranger before raising an eyebrow.
"You need something?"
— He'd snicker once the stranger shook their head and quickly walked away, and when he looked back at you, he'd lowly hum once he noticed your flustered expression.
"You look a bit red, sweetheart...Do you need something?"
"I need you to stop kissing me every time you get jealous."
"We both know that's not what you want."
— You'd just turn on your heel to walk away while Coil smirked and followed behind you.
۪ ׂ ˖ HYPER LASER
— He wouldn't be the type to get jealous, but instead just worried that you'd leave him.
— He's had a lot happen to him, so he wouldn't blame you if you decided you wanted to be with someone else—which is why he falls silent whenever someone flirts with you. He doesn't know what to say, so he just keeps to himself while trying to distance himself from the conversation happening.
— But then you'd tell the stranger that you're in a relationship, and suddenly he's beside you with his hand in yours staring at them until they leave.
— He still doesn't talk, though. He just hides his face in your neck until he's ready to admit how he was a bit jealous.
۪ ׂ ˖ MEDKIT
— Medkit doesn't get jealous.
— Because one, he trusts you and two, he's exhausted. Flirting is a part of life and as long as they're respectful after you tell them you're in a loving relationship, then it's fine.
— Even when people keep being pushy with flirting with you, though, he still doesn't say anything.
— That's really just because he doesn't have too, though.
— If he notices someone flirting with you and you seem like you wanna leave, he'll go up behind you and place his hands on your waist while looking at the stranger.
— He'd just stare at them.
— Not even intimidatingly—well, not on purpose.
— Due to his exhaustion, his face is always almost stuck in an expression that would make anyone believe that he was mad, even when he wasn't.
— As soon as the stranger stammered and waves goodbye, Medkit would raise an eyebrow before leaning forward to meet your eyes.
"...What was up with them?"
"You intimidated them."
"How so?"
— He's completely oblivious to his resting face, but the stranger didn't need to know that.
۪ ׂ ˖ ROCKET
— With how protective Rocket is, he gets extremely jealous.
— And he's confrontational so you're in for a ride whenever he gets jealous.
— Now, whenever someone first starts flirting with you, he probably won't say anything at first. He'll just look at them with a frown until you tell them you're in a relationship, and how everything goes depends on what the stranger does.
— If they apologize and leave? Rocket is fine.
— If they keep flirting? He explodes, and he might do so literally nobody calms him down.
"Didn't you just hear the word 'relationship'? That means not single, so why don't you just leave and never show your ugly face—"
— He will go on until the person leaves or until you drag him away.
— He would apologize to you for getting angered, but he wouldn't even consider apologizing to the stranger because he doesn't care about them. He only cares about you.
۪ ׂ ˖ SKATEBOARD
— Considering how laid-back Skateboard is, it's unlikely that he gets jealous.
— He understands that other people are going to be interested in you because, well, it's you—you're someone who can make him breathless with just a glance, so it's not like it's shocking others might feel the same way.
— Along with that, he also understands you. He knows that you're loyal, so any time someone tries to flirt with you, you're quick to inform them of your relationship.
— Now, to repeat, it's unlikely that he gets jealous.
— That doesn't mean he never gets jealous.
— The only times he usually gets jealous is whenever someone gets close to you. If they're talking to you with some distance? Sure, that's fine—he won't step in unless you look uncomfortable or glance at him asking for help. Maybe you're both just having a nice conversation.
— But when they're close enough to where if they took a step forward the tip of their shoes would touch yours? Too close.
— He typically just examines the situation just in case the person decides to step back, but if he notices that they're not giving you space, he's walking over.
— Not to you, by the way. He's walking over to the stranger.
— He'd throw an arm around their shoulder with a smile, and his gaze would flicker from you to the person before he spoke.
"Hey! What're we talkin' about?"
— Obviously, the person would be confused and try to pull back, but Skateboard would firmly press down on their shoulder to make them stay before looking at you.
— He'd question if you knew the person—even though he already knew the answer—but as soon as you confirmed, he'd lift his hands up and walk towards you while "apologizing."
"My bad, stranger! I just assumed you both knew each other with how close you were gettin'!"
— Skateboard would then wrap an arm around your waist, and he'd pull you against him while eyeing the stranger.
— To most, it wouldn't look like he was jealous, for he would just have a lazy smirk on his face.
— But if you look close enough, you'll notice the way his eyes are slightly narrowed, and how he looks the person up and down before his smirk grows.
— Due to the silence, the stranger would stammer out a "sorry" and wave before leaving, and as soon as they're out of Skateboard's sight, the Inphernal would look back at you with a wide grin.
"Wanna get lunch?"
— Unless you bring it up, he likely won't talk about the stranger because now that they're gone, he doesn't really care.
— The only thing his mind is on is you and getting something to eat.
— He would stick a bit closer to you than usual, though.
۪ ׂ ˖ VINE STAFF
— While she would get a bit jealous, it's more out of her own insecurity.
— She isn't very confident with her words whenever she talks to you—let alone anyone else. Due to the fact she lived alone for a while, she always wonders why you chose her, for she's aware that she's awkward. Her attempts at flirting aren't—what was the description used—smooth?
— Given that, she often worries that you'll leave her for someone else who can actually charm you. She worries you'll leave her for someone who doesn't have to pause to question if what they're about to say is odd or not.
— But despite her jealousy, she doesn't really show it.
— Whenever someone flirts with you, she'll usually just ignore it while making sure that you're alright. Despite her time away from other Inphernals, she does know how persistent they can be.
— If they were to leave you alone after you told them you were happily in a relationship—even gesturing to Vine Staff while saying it—then she'd be alright.
— She likely would admit her jealousy if you were to ask if she was alright, but she wouldn't go into detail, for she'd be too flustered by how you suddenly pointed at her while talking to the stranger.
— Now, if the stranger were to continue flirting with you despite your obvious discomfort, that's when she would get herself involved.
— She would walk up beside you and stare at the stranger, and she'd give them a slight smile that was too tense in the corners to be genuine.
"I believe it was made known that we are in a relationship. I do not appreciate your flirtation."
— No matter what the stranger would say, she'd remain firm and wait for them to finally leave before gently taking your hand in hers.
— She'd ask if you were alright, and she'd offer to take you back to her apartment so you can relax if you wanted.
۪ ׂ ˖ ZUKA
— While Zuka claims he doesn't get jealous because he has no reason to be jealous, he can and does get jealous.
— Of course, not easily.
— Like a lot of the other Inphernals, he doesn't really mind whenever someone flirts with you as long as they quit as soon as you tell them you're in a relationship.
— He gets it—you're a catch—but what he does mind is whenever someone won't leave you alone. Zuka likes his peace and he knows you do too, so he'll do whatever he can to make sure you have your peace.
— He'd probably just observe until he found the right moment to step in, but does he talk to the stranger?
— No, he just wraps his arm around your waist and keeps walking so you're forced to follow him.
— If the stranger does try to talk to him, he'll ignore them unless they come up and grab his shoulder.
— That's when he removes his arm from your waist and punches them square in the nose.
"Either you're really bold or stupid, but I'm pretty sure it's clear that nobody wants anything to do with you. Back off."
— As soon as you both walk away, Zuka would slightly smirk to himself as you talked about the stranger and how he had hit them in the nose.
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