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gargoy-ross · 3 months

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You made today special - Vox x gn!reader

Summary: You and Vox have been in a situationship of sorts for a while, and he has finally asked you out for the upcoming Valentines. Being the showman he is, he wants everything to be perfect. Unfortunately things don't go according to his plan and he's left on a verge of breakdown.

Warnings: some nasty language but otherwise none

Word count: 1309

He's booked a reservation at the most renowned restaurant in Pride Ring.

He's made sure that a limousine will be ready and waiting.

He's even bought flowers, carefully picked and chosen to match your mutual aesthetic.

And he has put on his best suit, checked himself in the mirror at least seven times in the past hour - which both Valentino and Velvet have teased him about. Usually he'd at least retort with a snarky comment, but Vox can't bring himself to care today.

From the moment you agreed to be his Valentine he's been preparing to swoon you over. Every little detail is taken care of for this day to be memorable.

You're dressed in your best and waiting for him to come pick you up. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm themself, and you're sure you look like a lovestruck fool right now.

Despite your excitement you were also a bit nervous about how the public would respond to your appearance with Vox. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, and he's always been rather pedantic about the Vees' image.

Still, finally having a date with him? Not just shameless flirting and drunken night outs, but an actual real date?

It was no secret that you had been pining for the tech overlord for longer than you'd like to admit and you were happy to know he shared those feelings too.

A glance at the clock tells you that he should've been here by now. You recheck the message he sent you earlier.

Vox wouldn't have stood you up, would he?

You debate on whether you should text him to ask where he is, but before you can make a decision a black limo drives to your driveway.

You sigh in relief as Vox steps out to open the door for you.

"Apologies for the late arrival," his smile makes you forget your earlier worries. "there were some hiccups on the way. I hope you didn't wait for long."

"I was a bit worried you wouldn't show up, but it's all right."

Vox promises to make it up to you later. He hadn't anticipated the paparazzi blocking the road, and since he was supposed to pick you up he couldn't just zap himself out of there like he'd usually do.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too." You find it hard to find the right words, but Vox seems pleased with your answer regardless.

This was just a small setback on an otherwise perfect date, he thinks. Everything else will go just as planned.

The ride to the restaurant starts off a bit awkward, but the two of you soon set into a comfortable conversation. Vox, with his natural charm, led most of the exchange, asking for your opinions and preferences on a matter of things. His animated expressions and almost cartoonish mannerism were a delight to watch.

At some point Vox decides that now is the perfect time to give you the bouquet. He reaches for it, only to realize that he forgot to take it with him.

Fuck.

His expression goes from happy and exited to 'shit, I left the stove on'.

"Is everything okay?"

He's quick to recover, nodding and reassuring you that there's no need to worry.

He'll just give you the flowers after the date then.

The restaurant was packed full, which was expected on a special day like Valentine's. That's precisely why Vox had made the reservation early. Now if that idiot behind the counter could just find it…

"Sir, are you sure you've made the reservation for today? I do not see you on the list."

Vox thanks himself for having such good self control. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Check it again."

"I'm sorry sir, your name isn't on the list-"

Vox leans over the counter. His left eye pulses and voice is laced with static. "But it is, right there. See?"

"Of course. This way please."

Vox makes a note of the employee's name. He'll get them fired later for embarrassing him like that.

You're finally seated at your table. It's one of the nicer ones, private enough so others won't see nor hear you and with an amazing view over Pentagram City.

Vox calms himself and the two of you continue your conversation from earlier.

It doesn't take long for a young waitress to come to take your orders. She seems almost nervous, though you suppose it's understandable given the reputation the Vees have. You find your favourite from the menu, and Vox orders a bottle of wine along with your meals.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's been really nice."

Vox flashes you a smile. "Of course. Only the best for you."

Soon the waitress is back with a wine bottle and two glasses. She opens the bottle and goes to fill your glass, only to trip on the table leg.

He sees in slow motion as the red wine gets spilled right onto your lap.

There's a split second of silence before the waitress starts to chant a string of apologies like a prayer. You try to assure her that it'll be okay. It was an accident, and this certainly wasn't the worst that has happened to you.

The opposite of you Vox's claws dig into the table, leaving permanent marks on it's surface.

This bitch. This useless piece of shit DARED TO FUCKING RUIN YOUR CLOTHES.

In a fit of panic she tries to swipe off the spillage with a hand chief. That does nothing but manage to make the mess worse, and only when Vox grabs her by the shoulder to drag her away from you does she realize that.

Before you get to say anything you're pulled up from your seat. There's a quick flash of light and suddenly you're back in Vox's quarters in the Vees' tower.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up. You can feel Vox's hands shaking slightly before he lets go of you.

He's about to lose his composure.

"I did everything right," his voice distorts in the middle of the sentence. He's too worked up to keep up the calm, collected, and charming facade he's mastered.

"I made plans. I double-checked all the boxes."

He stomps off to the living room, practically tearing off his jacket.

"It was supposed to be perfect."

Vox slumps down on the couch. His shoulders sag and he looks at you with what you can only describe as desperation.

He had tried so hard to make today special, yet it seems like the universe had a different plan.

He draws in a shaky breath. His voice is small and you think you might have heard him sniffle when he spoke again.

"I had to make it perfect…"

"Vox…" You take his hands onto yours and he doesn't resist when you place soft kisses on both of them.

"You know, I really enjoyed today. Even though we had to wait forever in line at that restaurant and my clothes got ruined. Do you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because I got to spend it with you."

He smiles, despite still feeling down about all his plans being ruined.

"Thank you for taking me out. If it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the night?"

"I won't say no to that, but let's get you to something a bit more comfortable, shall we?"

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom. He agrees to let you borrow one of his shirts, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching movies.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

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h0ney-mochi · 1 year

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Oh, dear Valentine of mine.

Scaramouche x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (sort of soft? scaramouche, top!scaramouche, bottom!reader, too long intro, it's just seggs bro)

Summary: Scara doesn't understand Valentines, but his mind is occupied with you. Coming home earlier than usual, he makes a little something for you, not knowing said dish won't be even touched for the night.

A/n: joining my favorite writer's and mutual's (@sumeruin ) collab event <3 Glad to be participating heheh, hope this is good enough to be in the event ٩(◕‿◕)۶ Go check out other ppls entries btw !!!! Happy late Valentines Day everyone <3

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

Scaramouche didn't care for Valentines Day. Why would couples need a day about themselves, for themselves? To show off? Get a pass to makeout wherever they wanted to for a day? That's stupid reasoning. It's annoying.

He still thinks the same after being around you. Just a little, little less.

Yet when he wakes up and heads to the kitchen, he didn't expect you to be wrapping up a medium-sized gift. You didn't notice him, making sure all looked good, taping a small note on top. You jumped in surprise when you raised your head and saw him standing there.

"Oh-! Good morning!" You speak, smile on your lips as you walk to him. He raises his eyebrows at you and you give him a kiss. You whisper a simple Valentines greeting, quickly taking the gift and handing it to him.

"You don't need to open it now," you glance away, "You can do it after work. I heard your annoyed whispers when we went in that shop that already had decorations." Looking away from you and at the box, he slowly takes it, nodding.

"Will be better after work, so I get a distraction from my stupid colleagues," Scara speaks and you smile again. You ask about breakfast, but he says he needs to leave earlier. Of course you let him go, this was normal.

You knew he'll probably late home again. Maybe later just to not experience Valentines. Part of you did hope he'd come sooner. Oh well, another day, you should head out. Running out of few ingredients.

...

All day Scaramouche was uneasy. He did catch couples here and there, making him groan at the sight. Why in public? Seriously? Are they trying to prove something?

Yet his mind wandered to you. You're doing all these efforts for him, for the two of you. Not once were you unhappy about each occasion, event, or his attitude, whatever it was. His eyes glued onto the gift you gave him.

He should be with you, not here. And so he leaves, muttering something about an 'urgency.'

When he gets home, it's quiet. Making sure the place is all to himself, he decides to recheck his cooking skills! Thinking for first few moments of what did you like, what could he make for you?

Scara was really focused on doing the finishing touches to a dish for the two of you that he didn't even hear the door opening up. Only when you walk into the kitchen with a bag in hand, your voice breaking the silence.

He immediately turns to you, wide eyes. You stare at each other for a few seconds before you start giggling. His brows furrowed in confusement. What's so funny now? Are you making fun of him?

"Share the joke, idiot," Scara groans, "I've got shit to do." "You- you have icing on your face, darling," you say and laugh, covering your mouth. He blinks, hand reaching up to find it somehow. Then he sighs in frustration, muttering a 'shut up'.

He turns back to finish up with said icing.

"I'm right! There is something!" You say, walking past him, putting your bag down on the counter. A smile stayed your lips while the man said some more curses under his breath.

"You're back early, what's up?" You break the silence again. "What, I can't come home and see my darling?" Scara immediately responds, straightening his back, done with his work. You just shook your head, emptying the bag, putting the contents where they're supposed to be.

It was silent, which had you worried a little. You walk next to him and your eyes immediately catch onto the two dishes. You can't help but let out an 'awe.'

"Made this for us- you," He corrects himself, glancing at you before going to put other stuff away. You stare for a while before finally turning towards him to respond. Before you could start your sentence with a thanks, you're met with his lips against yours.

His hands immediately pulled you closer, holding you in place. You were caught off guard, but kissed him back. After a moment Scara pulled away, staring at you.

"I don't give a fuck about the dish, or about this day, not even the fact that half of the people made out in our stupid hallways," He groans, remembering his day, "It's weird."

You blinked then smiled, "Will there be a follow up?" He slowly nods, "The only thing I give a fuck about is you and how you're always here. I'm- that's weird to say, isn't it?"

"Scara, did you even open the gift I gave you?" You ask and he shakes his head. You nod your head to the side and he takes the hint. Leaving you he goes to get said gift you gave him in the morning.

Inside there were some chocolates, a letter type note you wrote for him, and a smaller different note. He looks at you, "You know I'm not the one for sweets." "That's why I got a new tea taste for you."

It went silent.

Scara was back in front you, taking your hand and pulling you away from the kitchen. "What- did you not like the gift? Was my handwriting hard to read-?" You ask, wondering. He shakes his head, pulling you inside the bedroom.

Once the door is closed, you're pushed against it, Scaramouche breathing in your neck. It sure as hell made you shiver. "No," he speaks, "Nothing's wrong." He lifts his head to look at your confused face, "Everything is how it should be."

...

His nails left marks in your skin from how hard he was holding you. Scara's breathing in your neck, harshly thrusting inside of you while you clawed at his back. Your eyes keep squeezing shut, yet you try to keep them open, to see your lover.

When Scaramouche straightens his back a little to watch you, noises slip past his lips. You're just too gorgeous like this — fucked out expression, warm cheeks, struggling to keep eye contact, your eyes rolling back.

He continues to stare, angling his hips in a different way just to see you turn your head to the side, feel your nails dig in his skin harder. Right then and there he knows he doesn't need anything else in this life other than you.

"[Name], fuck- Look at me," his hand leaves your thigh, going to hold your chin. You focus your gaze on his, a small smile tugging on your lips. His thumb rubs your cheek and Scara leans in for a kiss. Your hands go up to his neck, one hand tangling into his hair.

When you were down on the bed and having a messy makeout, you didn't think so much would happen in a day. A Valentines Day.

There was a stutter in his thrusts, Scaramouche pulling away from your lips. You took one of your hands away and intertwined your fingers with his. He squeezed your hand, nails digging at the back of your hand. You could tell he was trying to not break on top of you. Eyes getting more hazy, voice getting higher, moans mixing with yours.

You were his gift and he was yours.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer again. There's a sharp inhale and his other hand goes to hold onto your waist, pace a little rougher. The way you clench down on his cock is bringing him more and more to the edge.

His name sounds pretty on your tongue. He needs to hear more of it.

Scara leans down to suck another dark mark on your skin. Your head is thrown back, other hand is tugging on his dark hair. You've messed it up with all your desperate tugging. The air feels thick, the sheets feel troublesome and hot.

Your moans of his name get louder and he leaves your neck to look at you. He wants to see the expression on your face when you cum on his dick. He needs to know he has made you feel so, so good. It doesn't take long, his hand is squeezing yours again.

Your body shudders, eyes almost closing, but you keep that eye contact. Scaramouche thrusts inside you few more times until his fast pace drops. Heavy, warm sighs fill the silence. You blinked up at your lover. He swallows, focusing on your eyes once more.

"Scara?" You weakly smiled, "Does.. this mean you're my Valentine for the day?" He raises an eyebrow and you couldn't help, but let out a small laugh. "Does this mean you're mine?" He answers you with a question, leaning down to your face.

You nod, putting your hands around his neck again, "Of course." Scaramouche gives you a quick peck on your lips before responding.

"Let's get you cleaned up, dear Valentine of mine."

Thank you for reading <3 Enjoy your day with a cup of tea, reader. ♡

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 5 months

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The Interview

A/N: For @lacilou . I hope I got it right. Merry Christmas!

"Christ, I can't believe I'm doin this shit. Lucky I don't burn Vought to the fuckin ground for this.."

Don't give a damn if the wretch behind the door can hear my discontent as I recheck the address from a slip of paper in my hand. Probably got some young spit fuck with their head up their ass to do this shit. I can't believe these assholes have me out here in the burbs even botherin with this crap. Since when do they do private residential interviews with the fuckin talent?

Grunting confirmation from the piece of paper, I crumble it and toss it to the immaculate lawn behind me. Rolling my shoulders, head tip to the sky as I take a deep breath before giving the front door 2 hard knocks; only a few seconds go by before I hear hurried footsteps comin from upstairs on the other side.

Looking over my shoulder to make sure my driver from Vought is still parked by the curb cause no way was I going to let this shit last more than 10 minutes. Saw the perfect bar servin half off whiskey for happy hour and I ain't about to miss it for some fuckin interrogation.

I turned to face the door as it opens but God damn if seeing you for the first time doesn't completely incinerate my foul mood. The sun bounces off your y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, lighting them up as you smile up at me with the cutest pink cheeks. You look so fuckin vibrant, your excitement palpable. Busty chest teases me into a quiet submission, risin and jigglin a bit quicker than normal from your jog down the stairs.

Fuck, I thought I'd be dealin with a 20-somethin year old idiot wasting my time talkin about my glory days, not a fuckin goddess just ripe for the pickin. I hope to God you don't notice me gaze from your tits to your shapely hips. I doubt you do not since I'm leerin so fuckin intently; almost miss the sweet ring of your voice speaking to me as you repeat yourself.

"Soldier boy? Hi! So nice to meet you. I'm y/n."

Holding your hand out to me, fingers painted the most alluring blood red, I mentally note how they match your pretty toes in your stark white plushy house shoes as you take a step back and politely gesture me to come in.

"Thank you."

I cough to clear my throat as I enter, suddenly feeling a few seconds of anxiousness at the beautiful vixen leading me to the living room. Can't remember the last time I've felt this way just from meeting a woman for the first time.

Your home is bright and pretty, like you. The smell of you is heavy in the air, so absolutely intoxicating as I admire the inside of your abode. The drapes and windows open wide letting the fresh air waft in and I wanna put a end to that immediately; wanna get cozy in your natural feminine scent.

You're talking, showering me in praise of my latest mission and how honored you are to meet your fave hero as I stare at your ass. So hard to not get lost in the sway your full figure.

I'm sure you thought there wasn't a thing sensual about the white button up, first two buttons undone giving me the smallest peek at the top of your ample chest; and sleeves rolled up to the elbows and paired with black leggings that accentuate your perfect frame. But that was your first mistake. Your second was letting me in.

"We alone, sweetheart?" I interrupt, sitting in the seat you offer.

Clearly confused, you nod slowly. It's obvious my question throws you off and makes you think. It's silent as you awkwardly turn to the tripod pointed at us. I can hear your little heart start to beat faster and I'm actually kinda proud. Good girl, at least you know your completely helpless and at the big bad wolf's mercy. The thought makes me smirk as I watch your fingers shakily turn on the camera.

"Before we start can I get you anything? Something to drink? Think I have some bourbon in the kitchen. If not, there's definitely whisky- or water if you prefer?"

Much as I want that drink, I'm absolutely bewitched by you and don't want you outta my sight for even a second. So for the first time in my life I decline a drink.

"No thank you."

"Um.. So.. did you get the list of questions? I sent them over to Vought a few days ago. I didn't want to be intrusive or do anything to catch you off guard."

"I did."

More silence.

"Okay.. Did you get a chance to read em?"

"I did not."

It's hard not to smile at the way you nip your lips nervously, fingers wringing together as you sit in front of me. I should feel bad how I'm flustering you but I can't help it. Love the way your cheeks tint as you look anywhere but at my face.

"Eyes on me, pretty"

I want to devour you from how quick you comply. So shy but a good listener. Also noted.

"Can't interview me if you won't look at me, can you?"

You shake your head, silky hair moving to your shoulders.

"Words."

"No, sir."

"Good girl. Continue."

Gotta cross my legs and put my hands in my lap to hide the way my cock starts to chub up at your good manners. Christ, you're exactly how I like em. Can't stand the little young things from the new generation: all mouth or ready and willing to hop on whatever dick gets them clout. Love a nice mature woman; pretty but reserved and lets me do the talking.

"Just start, honey. Believe me when I say ain't nothin you can say or do to make me uncomfortable."

I tilt my head, noticin your thighs clench together a few times and take a deep breath through my nose. Oh. Fucking. Hell. You're getting wet, I can smell it. Scent so light you musta only just started to wet up between those enticing thighs. Perfect girl must like the way I tell her what to do. Or maybe its the praise? Either way I definitely plan on finding out.

"O-okay. Um, let's start with your return? How exactly-"

"Off-limits." That much Vought made clear.

"How about why you left? You were the world's hero and then-"

"Uh uhn." I shake my head.

You pause for just a second, crossing your arms before asking your next question.

"Well what about the seven?"

I raise my brow, waiting for you to continue.

"Will you be joining Homelander in the seven? If so, will that be as a teammate or replacement?"

Cheeky lil thing..

"There is no replacing Homelander; He's the hero of yesterday, today, and tomorrow." I repeat the scripted answer for what must be the millionth time since I've returned.

"Nice. Very nice response."

"Thanks."

"Who wrote it?"

Your hands pop over your mouth, eyes wide as you realize who the fuck you're talking to.

"I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have, Soldier Boy, sir. Forgive me."

I smile at your own corrective action. I wonder if you're usually this polite or if you're just a good girl when you're frightened. I need to find out with my head between your legs. Fuck, I'm so hard thinkin bout you, pray to God you dont notice and try kick me out. Not sure I could just leave without sampling you, fuckin temptress.

"Notta problem, darlin. Don't got to be so tense with me, won't hurt you. And call me Ben. No need for that Soldier Boy shit. Though I do like when you call me sir. Can try Daddy next if you'd like." I tell you with a confident smirk.

That's gets me a fresh whiff of the juices spilling outta that hidden little patch of heaven. I breathe it in deeply, internally groaning at how my cock wont stop jerking against my palm at your aroma; not sure how much longer I can keep my hands off you.

It's so cute how you sputter in embarrasment, even with your knees clutchin together over and over. I know your doin it for some pressure on that throbby lil clit. Wonder how you'd react if I told you I could smell how fuckin wet you are for me.

"No, No sir, I.. I couldn't- wouldn't-"

"Jokin sweetheart. Please, go on."

Frazzled but ever the professional, you continue after a quick deep breath.

"Is it possible for you to tell me where you were during your hiatus?"

I only smile politely at you.

"How about we try something lighter: what was the first thing you did when you got back? Did you go see Crimson Countess?"

"I did."

"And how was that? She must've missed you dearly."

"Actually, it wasn't the romantic reunion you might've thought it would be."

"Why's that? All those years apart, I could think of a thing or 2 I'd wanna do." You say with the loveliest smile I've ever seen.

Hell, if you were my woman no way I'd let you outta bed since my grand return. Have that pussy singing for me day and night.

"Her and I had long fizzled out, 's nothin there. But had it been someone as pretty as you darlin, I'm sure I couldn't help but indulge."

Fuck, that lil blush against your smooth creamy cheeks is so sexy. Need to see it spread allover your body as I fuck you to tears.

"Have you.. Indulged often? Since becoming the infamous Soldier Boy?"

I think about your question for just a moment. Funny how quick this little interview turned into an inquiry about my dirty deeds.

"Haven't had anyone like you, that's for sure."

"Not what I asked."

"Yeah but your not asking what you really wanna know, are ya y/n? Dont be shy, pretty, shoot."

I say the last sentence just to get another dose of the fragrance between your legs and I'm not disappointed. Know without a doubt you're fuckin soakin wet by now. Your lil fists are balled in your lap, arousal seeping off you in waves as you sit stiff as hell in your seat. I'm bout to do somethin bout the way you eyein me down like you wanna test drive.

"So you haven't. You know.. Since you've been back?"

I laugh, dick twitchin at your question. Can't even say the words, just like you cant get that lil pussy to stop drippin for me.

"Have I fucked anyone since I've been back?" I chuckle.

You nod.

"No. Come to think of it, it's been longer than I'd like to admit since I've enjoyed a nice tight hole."

Guess my answer gets your mind reelin, pretty eyes leavin a searing trail over every inch of my athletic build as you ogle me openly. Fuck it. I remove my hands, legs spread as I give you a view of my dick stickin up in my pants.

My cock is so fuckin hard, bulging so big and lewd in my snug ass suit. I love the lil gasp you emit as I flex, makin it twitch for you. Mmmm, pretty lil sound got my dick startin to leak; a nice wet spot formin before your eyes.

"Wow.. It's so- you're.. Wow.."

Poor needy baby probably doesn't even realize how hungry you look, tongue peekin out to moist your bottom lip as you lean forward in your chair for a closer look. Shit, I can give you a hand with that.

Standin up and separatin the distance between us in seconds, I bend down and lean in to nose up your slender neck and whisper at your ear.

"As fun as this has been, your lil interrogation bout where my dicks been last.. I'd rather show you where the fuck I'm tryna put it now. You gone let me teach you sumn, darlin?"

Wish I could swallow your smalI gasps as I grip and massage at the warm flesh of your thighs. Fuck, how you tilt your head to give me access, shutting those pretty eyes is drivin me insane. The little catches in your breath are the only sound in the room as I wait for you to respond. Your mind seems muddled, already sensitive from the smallest touch and I'm gonna have so much fun with that.

"Sweetheart?" I skim back down to leave wet kisses at your slender neck as I slide my hands up your thighs just inches from your lil pussy, still rubbing slowly. "That what you want? Gotta use your words if you want me, y/n."

"Yes!" It's so needy, so desperate the way you say it, grippin my uniform tight in each fist. "Need you so much Ben- sir, 'm sorry. Want you to touch me so bad!"

Desperate words gonna make me cum before I even whip it out. Your so whiny as you turn your head to connect our lips. I swallow each whine as you melt into our kiss. It's so fuckin wet, so messy as you moan into my mouth like I'm already fuckin you. Most definitely the straw that broke the camels back.

I tuck my fingers into the waistband of your leggings and pull them down. Your groan of discontent as you chase my lips when I pull back to take em off completely is so cute. I love how you've become nothin more than my personal lil needy brat.

"Stop that. Sit back. Or your not gonna get this."I threaten as I step back, unzipping my suits pants, pullin out my fat hard cock and givin it a few squeezes.

Definitely gonna get this reward how you do exactly what I say, beautiful legs parting as you grip your tits through your shirt. Got me squeezin the base of my dick so I don't buss at the simple fact you ain't had no fuckin panties on underneath your bottoms.

"Take that shit off." I nod to your button up.

You do it, not bothering to unbutton a single button; opting to just slip it over your head instead. Damn I aint never seen titties I wanted to suck on more, dark pink peaks stiff as fuck from your groping.

Gotta close my eyes and hold my breath for a few seconds to gain my composure. Every ripple and dimple makes me wanna leave bites all over your smooth milky skin. Fuck, why you gotta be so damn perfect?

"Gone be an angel for me and do exactly as I say?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Spread them lips. Show me inside."

I'm wonderin what happened to my shy woman as you show me the pink of you. Pussy lookin so fat and wet, so inviting. Them ivory lips, dusted with just the smallest amount of hair, quiver as I stare at your insides flutterin; callin out jus for me.

"That's it, go head and play in it mama. Get that shit wet fa me."

Peep how your beath comes a bit faster through your slightly parted lips as you slowly swipe at your swollen clit and stare at my rigid dick. Your eyes close as you press harder, a small hiss slippin out.

"Uh uhn. Eyes on me. If I gotta say it again, ima paint the lips of that perfect pussy and leave you wantin. Hear me?"

"Yes, yes sir. 'M so sorry. So so sorry. I'll be good for you."

I should feel some type of way from how you look straight at my cock instead of my eyes as you plead with me. Shit, guess its fine; can't stop taking in your gorgeous frame either, especially with you slidin your other hand down to fuck a dainty finger into yourself. Don't even realize I've started to stroke my dick while I watch you moan loudly as you put on show.

"Fuck honey, thats it, touch that pretty lil pussy for me."

Your back arches, small pudge of your tummy jiggling as you stick your chest out. Already trembling with the sensations swirling in your distressed body. You moan out to me lustfully and add a second finger. Seems like a bit of a stretch as you wiggle your nose in discomfort.

"Pleeease Ben, touch me! Need to feel your hands on me, in me. Please!"

Ain't gotta ask me twice. I slide both hands up your thighs to reach under you and grab at the soft plush of your ass and massage roughly. Sucking your right nipple between my lips, I lather it generously before givin a slight tug.

"Haaaaah, uhnuhn- Oh my god!"

You don't need the hard suction I wanna give you, seems like just my lips around your pert nip has you shiverin underneath me. I pull off your breast with a soft 'pop' before switching to the other.

"Christ,I'msoclose! Please! Please, don't stop. Pleeeease!"

"Fuck, sure darlin? Ain't even get a chance to show ya pussy some love. You gushin for me already?"

I let go of my dick to replace your digits with one of mine. Testing the waters, I slowly slide it in and out as we simultaneously look down to watch. It's too hot inside, like the fuckin heat from the sun. That warmth on my cock is gone drive me crazy I know it.

"You fuckin chokin my finger y/n. How you gone take my dick?"

My middle finger prods at your opening before I add it to the mix, poking and scissoring at you a bit faster. Your hands leave your center to grip at the arms of the chair, nails diggin into the soft fabric. A light perspiration begins to coat your sexy frame as you bask in your pleasure.

"OhfuckBen, wait! Gimme a- aahhhhgod!"

I'm rubbing at your throbbing clit with my other hand making you toss her head back, hair spilling over the back of the chair. Your unintentionally humpin at my hands, lids low as you fight to do as I say and keep your eyes open. Such a good fucking girl, so I tell you that you are as I do my very best to unravel you from the inside out.

"Fuck you're doin so well for me. Gotta stretch this pretty puss to take my cock, honey. Still want it? Need me to fuck you good sweetheart?

"Yes! Yes, sir, pleeease! Need you so much, ohgod! Soooo good, cummin Ben. 'M cummin for youuuu!"

Can't really believe you manage to stare up at me with your eyes open wide as you convulse in you chair and cum for me harder than any woman ever has. My hands wet to the wrist, white cream oozing down my fingers as I rub your lil button and fuck into your spasmin cunt quicker than before.

"Goood fuckin girl, that's it! Bet you needed this huh, darlin? Gimme that shit, yeeeah. I want all of it."

Sounds of my sloppy finger fuck are loud as another dose spills down to your clenched ass cheeks. Get a pang of pride from how your head lolls to the side, y/h/c brows pinched as you pant.

I don't stop till your thighs snap shut, trying to escape my fingers as you press back into your cushioned chair.

I pull away, tasting you with a groan before using your juices to wet up my cock as I fuck my fist with a few rough strokes. Shit its not enough; ima have eat that lil pussy later. For now, I need to be inside you.

Immediately undressing, I notice my poor dazed angel breathing heavily thorough your cute lil nose. Your eyes finally close, knees pulled together as you tiredly run your fingers through your y/h/t hair. The small hint of a smile on your lips pump my ego; glad to know it was good for you.

Takin a few steps back towards your dark grey sectional, I sit on the carpet in front of it; back leaning against it with my legs spread. Takes alotta fuckin willpower to not stroke my dick till I buss to the sight of your nude frame.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

You give me a short nod, eyes still shut.

"C'mere then."

Ever the perfect girl, you open your eyes, briefly lookin at my cock before makin your way over to me. I pull you down to sit in front of me on carpet between my spread legs. Leaning in and peckin your cheek twice, hands grabbin a handful of your soft tits.

"Still want this? Cause once I get in, I ain't fuckin stoppin till I cream yo shit up. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." It comes out so meek as you give me a shy smile.

Aight, it's a wrap. I grab you by the throat and push you back, signaling for you to lean back on your palms between my open legs. Swiping my the head of my dick through your slit once before impatiently snappin my hips forward, piercing you on my leaky, sensitive tip.

"OHFUCKBEN!

Your wails echo off the ceiling of your living room and for the first time I'm worried someone might hear through the open window. I don't give a fuck about consequences, aint shit a soul on this earth can do to me. Except interrupt this perfect moment of me tryna get my dick into you. Your red manicured fingers dig into the carpet as you try raise up.

"Come on, y/n, c'mere. Quit tryna hop off my shit."

Letting go of your neck, I slide my forearms underneath your knees to grip you around to hold your waist firmly. I pull you closer to me, forcing you to slide a bit further on my dick. Your no match for my strength and I make sure you know that.

"Jesus, woman, you so fuckin tight. Thought you said you wanted this? Open this shit up for me then or ima make you." I growl out, using your waist to push you back before pull you back down repeatedly.

"Fuuuck- icant! 'Stoobig, too big Ben!"

Sweetheart not lying; I ain't never been small and the V only enhanced my shit. Poor baby gone have to get that pussy to swallow 8 inches at the least. (Ain't neva measure it, might be fun to do it with you after I see how much of it you can take.) Too bad I can't muster to feel an ounce of pity as I bully my distressed cock into your helpless cunt. You should count ya blessings that I'm fuckin you like this and not makin you sit on my dick till I bottom out and ride me till breed you.

"Don't give a fuck. Told you I wasn't stoppin till I was done. Take this dick y/n."

Your head snaps back, neck rolling limply at the intense pressure. Guess I'll give you a pass for shuttin those gorgeous eyes. Your sob of despair would reach the heart of any sane man; good thing I ain't one of em. You really should make sure you know someone before you let them rearrange your guts sweetheart. And after getting a taste of this pussy, I really don't wanna let another soul of the opposite sex near you.

"Ooooh fuck y/n, so glad you lemme in honey. This the best pussy I ever had in my life, angel. Mmmmfuck. Wish it was the only one. No one compares- aaaaah shit, just like that. You got it mama, wet my shit up."

Thrusting upwards while pullin you on my prick got me goin ballistic, impalin you half way as I watch your tits bounce widly in front of my face. It's feels so damn incredible, I mindlessly suck marks wherever I can reach on your breasts. Gotta make sure my small nips and sucks leave hickies that stain almost every inch of the fair skin of your tits.

"P-pleeease Ben. Mmmmfuck.. Least slow down- ahhhhh! Haven't done this in so loooong."

That gets me to pause the beginning of the savage fuck I'm tryin to get into, my head poppin up out your cleavage. A line of spit connects from my lips to your breasts.

"How long?"

"S-since.. Since my divorce." You're voice is so quiet as you stutter out your answer.

"How. LONG?"

2 deep thrust that have you squealin and me almost in to the fuckin hilt. I'm drownin in yo shit, woulda probably bottomed out if your walls would stop clutchin my cock so goddamn frantically.

"2 years, Ben! Its b-been 2 years."

Huffin, blinkin back tears and leanin forward into my solid chest; you're pressin our bodies together as you hold at me tightly. It makes my pace slow as you change the angle, grasping at me like a child does their blanket. Should fuckin feel bad at the sobs wrackin you, the sporadic spasms that have you buckin your fragile body into mine but I fuckin don't.

Can't is more like it cause my mind is reeling at your revelation. Then that meant you were a single. Would've never dreamed I'd have chance like this with an exquisite woman as yourself. The reality of this being more, without me havin to kill some poor sap, that you could be mine forever has an intense buzz building in my balls.

"You belong to me now, woman. Got that?" I demand at your ear lowly.

You nod, pussy still grappling my dick as your thick cream drips out between your glistening puss down my shaft to pool at my sack. It doesn't help you already look absolutely destroyed and I'm not even in all the way yet. Fuck, another few deep breaths as I try not to end this heavenly encounter too early.

"Christ, I don't deserve you sweetheart. I know you can't know how I know that but trust me. You're too good for me."

I try to pull my hips back but your still clinging to me so fuckin tight as you breathe heavily. Shit, no woman I've ever fucked has had me so ready to nut just from watchin her take my dick.

"Let me go, y/n." I demand through clenched teeth.

Gotta admit I'm absolutely appalled at the quick shake of your head as you swiftly decline. You've been such a good girl till now. Still.. Just gimme a reason, right?

I reach back around my neck to unclasp your arms, leaning forward slowly to lay you softly against the rug as I trap you wrist in each hand beside your head. Your beautiful thighs cage my hips, still preventin me from tearin my pussy up. I lean down near your ear to growl at you, frustrated at your lil show of defiance. My nut is right on the surface and if you make buss before I get my fill, you fa sho gone pay the price.

"Woman, if I have to tell you let me go again your gonna be soooooo fuckin sorry."

After a pause your legs slowly unhook to slide down my sides and crook at your knees, cute lil feet on the carpet as you look at me with with wide teary eyes. I'm glad my threat landed; either way I'm in this tummy but it's in your best interest not to fight me.

"Should make ya bad ass get on all 4s and take this dick, see how deep I get then. Lucky I wanna see that pretty face as I nut deep in that creamy pussy, sweetheart." I snarl at you, snatching to hold your wrist in one hand.

I grip your knee with the other, pressing to open you wider to me. The first slide in and out is a heaven beyond description. The sloppy squelch of your gushy cunt as I stab into your warmth is music to my ears; I wanna hear more of it so I speed up, smiling lovingly at the way your eyes cross and slam shut.

"Oh yeah, Right here? This the spot? Want me to fuck you right here sweetheart?"

I chuckle as you actually have the nerve to shake your head at me again. Your gaspin and I'm an absolute dick for leanin down to lick into your mouth, suckin on your tongue as you gulp for air. Plump tits pressed against my chest as your keens reach an interestingly high pitch.

"Pleee- ahhhh! Uhuhuhuhnn-cantcantcant. pleaaase!"

"And yet.. You will, honey."

I release your hands, droppin my weight onto you to keep you in place as I moan my pleasure into the air. This pussy's phenomal, got my heavy balls already drawin up taut as I pull out and fuck into you with a sharp, deep jabs.

"Beeeeeeen, ahhhhh fu- BenBenBen, please!"

"Shhhhh, sweetheart shhhh. Take it like a big girl. Shit- so good.. Mmmm.. You not gettin away till I- fuck!"

And goddamn it, if my hard work isn't rewarded! I finally bottom out; my pelvis smackin into yours roughly over and over. Might be usin a lil super strength but, fuck, I ain't tryin to. I just can't help the way I grind deep into you, dick jerkin at the feeling of you scratching down my back.

"'M fuckin you sooooo good, huh honey?"

"Yesyesyesyes!" I don't think you're even aware of your brainless chant.

Tears run down your flushed cheeks and of course my sadistic ass licks em up as I groan out at how good you feel.

"Shit woman, got me bout to lose my mind in this tight lil pussy. How you expect me to keep it together when she keep stranglin my dick like this?"

As much as you try to run, try to fight me, your lil puss sucks at me. She tells me the truth, coaxes me to drill into you ferally as I make sure to drag my pelvis against your lil button on ever thrust in.

"Fuuuck, y/n, ahhhh shi- uhn uhn uhn. 'Mazin, mmmm, so 'mazin." I groan in a slur.

Its a done deal when you shake wildly underneath me, breast pressin into my chest as you spray my dick before I can get my hand down there and properly rub your clit.

"Good fuckin girl, y/nnnn. Let gooooo, just like that. Stop fightin it pretty, mmmm shit. Shhhhh, you need this honey."

Your wordless thunderous shrieks, your pretty teary face, the clutch of your cunt.. I groan in utter relief as the feelin of your orgasm forces me into mine. My first shot of cum finally splatters the inside of your used lil pussy like a shotgun bein fired. Has me weak as I lay over you and unload. Not sure how I lasted longer than a couple seconds with you tryna milk my nut while beggin and cryin under me.

"Take it woman, yeeeees, this nut all for you pretty. Haaaaah, oh oh oh oh! Christ y/n, soooo gooood for me."

3 more thick splashes before I pull out and let the last jet rain allover your flushed swollen cunt. Smilin as I rub the thick drool of cum spillin from the tip of my cock on your sensitive clit. Fuckin soak in the way you jerk and whine while you try to close your legs, your palms weakly pushin at my muscled shoulders.

I oblige, leanin up on my knees, lookin down at your wrecked frame as you try to slip from underneath me. Smackin both palms down the side of your thighs, lovin the red print that marks your sweaty skin. I don't give you a chance to catch your breath as I command more of you.

"Quit that shit. Turn around, get on ya hands and knees." I tell you, lookin up to make sure your cams still on.

My dicks still solid, jerkin between your poor abused walls and I might want a replay when this is done. Interview ain't over just yet, pretty.

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x female reader #smut #all readers #dirty talk #creamp!e #sir kink #rough smut #submisive and breedable #sub reader #breeding k1nk #black fanfiction #black writer

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bomberqueen17 · 18 days

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sewing and dyeing

I have managed to achieve some sewing!

I finished the silk dress from the yardage I'd dyed around Christmas, even hemmed it and everything, I feel very accomplished. So that's done.

And the linen bias-cut slip dress I made around Christmas, which I never wore anywhere because it was white-- I've managed to dye it, and it came out much more interesting than I'd expected! So, pictures and discussion behind the cut.

[image description: A mirror shot of me, a fat blonde white woman, in a grungy basement, wearing a clingy white knit tank top with a drapey cowl neck]

Firstly, I made this tank top (I bound the armholes, it looks nicer that way)-- started with the Cashmerette Wexford top, then used this tutorial from Threads Magazine to hack a cowl neck onto it. Ages ago I'd had a cowl neck sleevless top that I loved, and wore holes in, and couldn't find one again. So I used a yard or so of very slinky knit, probably some kind of rayon blend from Dharma would be my guess.

I tried it on, and immediately threw it in the soda ash solution to dye it because I don't need a white top like this, it'll get shit dripped on the tit immediately so I might as well give it a busy dye job. I will make more of this top in other fabrics, but 1) make the cowl just a bit longer so it drapes farther, and 2) make the self facing deeper, I feel like this one is going to flip out all the damn time.

I also think I'll hem this shorter, but I haven't hemmed it at all so far so it remains to be seen.

Secondly, I have nearly finished this button-up camp-collar shirt from the Cashmerette Club, in a natural linen that I have so many yards of from an old project I never did.

[image description: me in the same grubby cluttered mirror view of my basement, wearing a gray shirt, slightly wrinkly, with unfinished sleeve edges and I'm holding it shut because there aren't buttons on it yet. There are two breast pockets and one is significantly higher than the other.] So the breast pockets are optional and uh I am definitely only going to put one or zero on the next one of these I make because I checked and rechecked and rechecked and this is literally the best I could do at making them even??? ugh also they don't sit right because there's a bust dart and one of them went on ok and somehow the other one is overlapping the bust dart slightly, which means it's Not On Straight. Just.... not optimal. I get why there are pockets but I also super get why they're optional. No thanks!

I hate the interfacing too, it was awful to work with and feels like paper. But once I've finished and washed this I hope it will settle down. (In the past I've used shitty salvaged interfacing for things I was making, and used spray adhesive and sewed the edges where possible, and it worked fine. This, I splashed out and got the stuff in the package that's ostensibly meant to fuse on with your iron and guess what doesn't fucking work? that. So it's been just a nightmare and I'm not buying the nice stuff again because it fucking sucks. I get that you don't want to not interface the collar of a shirt like this, and the button band would be awful un-interfaced, but christ, I'm using the flimsy salvaged shit I cut out of an old bedskirt next time.

The directions on this pattern are... well as long as you know what they mean it's great. But there's a video sewalong, and that helped a ton. This is a very complicated pattern and yet somehow none of it has been beyond me, even though i sewed one bust dart inside-out first thing, and immediately also sewed the yoke to the back inside-out, and then right away also assembled the collar inside-out because I was so distracted by how much the interfacing did not actually fucking do what it was supposed to (yes i followed the package directions, no it did not fucking fuse). I got a lot of seam-ripping done, is all. (It really is a cool pattern, and if you manage to get through the directions, which are extremely specific, you wind up with a fully-finished interior with almost all the seam allowances beautifully enclosed-- it's cool as fuck.)

I have fabric already set aside to make at least two more of these. IDK how much I'll wear them but I love them. (I *have* coveted a shirt-dress for years, with one Almost Okay from Torrid that I wore a lot but have recently realized looks awful on me actually, so I will be making it a dress too, no fear.)

But then! Also: Dyeing!

So I looked on Dharma Trading for their tutorials and was not disappointed. I don't want to do traditional tie-dye, but I want the effect I got at Christmas with the silk scarves that I space-dyed. I don't have to steam-set fiber-reactive dyes, so that's a plus.

I saw this tutorial on dharma for ombre dyeing and I'm super gonna try that next, but haven't yet.

Tie Dye Tutorial on Dharma Trading: this is the one I used as a starting point.

So I dissolved a cup of soda ash in a gallon of warm water, put that in a plastic bucket, and soaked my fabric for 5-15 minutes, and then I decided to do a kind of gravity-based thing with squirt bottles and a spray bottle. I hung a clothes hanger from the gas pipe in the ceiling, put a big plastic mortar tub underneath, put a smock on myself, mixed up my dyes (and urea and in some cases salt, as directed by dharma the all-knowing-- half-cup batch size for the squirt bottles, and quarter-cup sizes for the spray bottle), and got to work one garment at a time.

I put some pleats into the garments and held them with clothes pins. Then I sort of "drew" along the pleats, picking a color to be the tops, and a second color to squirt into the valleys. I filled in with the spray bottle to highlight the pleats more, since that would hit the outer parts of the folds but the interior would be shadowed and stay white; then I could go draw in those white areas with my shadow color.

Everything then would drip down toward the hem of the garment, though there wasn't really that much movement; if I wanted a drip to cascade, i had to draw it down there myself with the squeeze bottle.

[image description: two squeeze bottles with narrow nozzles, and a spray bottle of more rigid plastic with a pump-dispenser top, sitting on top of a piece of stained scrap fabric on an old washing machine with tubs of dye powder sitting in the background.]

I also did a shirt where I spread it out on a rack in a pan at an angle, and sprinkled a mixture of dye powder and salt on it. Then I went and used the squirt bottles too, but it was a fun technique and I'd use it again.

[image description: a garment lies in loose folds, speckled with dark blue-green spots, and at the top decorated in splotches of blue and green.]

I wrapped the garments in plastic, and put the smaller ones into plastic bags, and then hung them outside in the sun so that a) the dye would flow downward rather than backstaining the areas I'd meant to leave white, and b) the sun would warm them so the dye could cure, and c) the plastic would keep them wet because the dye only chemically sets while damp.

Let them cure for 24h, and then today I brought them in and rinsed them for about a thousand years, and then washed them and gave them a soak and rinse in dye-fixative, then dried them on the line.

Here is the linen bias-cut slipdress I made at Christmas time, dry and ironed.

[image description: a dress on a hanger, with my hand pulling out one side of the skirt: the straps and neckline are bright emerald green, and then the body is streaked vertially with varying shades of green, teal, and dark blue, with a little purple at the hemline. The colors are light and a little muted, and some white shows between them in a few places.]

The linen took the dye lightest, the cotton a little darker, and a small offcut of rayon I'd had sitting around took the dye darkest of all.

here's everything still damp on the line:

[image description: under a blue sky, a metal clothes-tree-style line on the left has several small items in shades of green and turquoise, and then a line crosses the screen from right to left through the middle, with several items hanging on it. In the background are two cotton dresses, one mostly teal and the other green at the top with a white and purple skirt, then the linen dress from above in the middle, and closest to the camera is a mostly-quite sheet of fabric with geometric lines in green, blue, and purple.]

The foreground fabric is the rayon, and I sandwiched it between two blocks of wood with rubber bands holding it in place, and just saturated the edges with dyes. I'm extremely into it, it came out beautifully. i have more rayon so I am going to make something from that to ombre-dye, for sure.

I have severely overdone my physical activity the last two days though; I lay awake for a couple of hours the other night with my sciatic nerve just burning, and I expect the same tonight. We'll see though, maybe I'lll be pleasantly surprised, or just lucky.

Oh yah I'm trialing Ritalin, but just like the other medications, it's such a low dose and it's not extended-release. I looked up how to take it and the directions assumed I'd been given two or three pills to get through a day. Not so! So I have about four medicated hours in a day, and keep experimenting with where to put them. I don't notice it wearing off the way I did with Adderall though, so there's that at least.

Maybe by the end of May I can try a full dose of something, and see if that helps. IDK, it seems like it might.

#about the author #wardrobe embellishments #fibercrafting

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koitrash · 2 years

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Inked out

Ellie does your sternum tattoo hehe

Pairing: Tattoo artist Ellie x Reader

Warnings: none :) maybe slightly nsfw but not really

Word count: 3.6k

A/n: WASSAP!!! So sorry for the super long wait for new fics I been working on them like crazy but they gotta b PERFECT. This was inspired by the beautiful, spectacular, show stopping @thelastoflesbians bc she’s amazing and as soon as I read her post about it I NEEDED to write it. Any who I hope you guys enjoy it was really fun to write! More to come later ;)

The strong smell of cleaning products invaded your nose as soon as you swung the tattoo parlor's heavy door open. You eyed the lobby, searching for someone, anyone at this point. This was your first time here and you had no idea what your artist even looked like. You've been following her for a while and it was a pain in the ass to get an appointment. You frantically checked the email again to make sure you were in the right place.

“Hey, you here for an appointment?” You turned to see a freckled girl with tattoos littered all over her arms sitting cooly behind the front desk, which you missed at first glance because the computer sitting atop of it was so damn big.

“Uh, yeah- for Ellie?” You stuttered a bit but you couldn't help it. Pretty much all tattoo parlor employees made you nervous, especially in a new place. “That would be me, Y/n right?” She stood as you eyed her arm full of scattered tattoos.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you watched her whip out a small tablet and turn it towards you. “Kay, go ahead and fill this out for me and I'm gonna go print out the stencil. You wanted a moth on your sternum right?” You nodded again, immediately diving into the form but you didn't miss how Ellie lingered around for a second. You figured she was watching over to make sure you were filling out the form right. You moved to a chair as you waited for her to come back.

Your leg bounced with anticipation as you tried to distract yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Refreshing your emails for no reason. Rechecking text messages just to see all of your friends were busy with their own lives. God- were your boobs sweating? You were so nervous and it was hot as fuck outside. Is it hot in here? It felt like a damn oven. You quickly wiped under them as you watched Ellie walk back into the lobby.

“Alright, I’m ready for you. Come on back.” She gave you a curt smile as she tossed her head back to her room. You stood quickly and it kinda felt like your hands were shaking, you were so jittery with excitement. Too jittery to admire how attractive your tattoo artist was. You walked into her small private room, which you were thankful for. It was decorated neatly. The walls were painted a light green color, one was covered in framed pictures, the other had a painted mural on it, and the last was occupied by a giant frosted window. Extremely healthy looking plants were in each corner along with some string lights lining the room. It was abundant in natural lighting but she still had a bright ring light posted beside the chair. The seat had three different sizes of the tattoo laid on it and you gasped.

Ellie looked nervous, her hands fiddling with her fingers as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “Do you like it? The pictures you sent looked really cool and if there’s anything you want to change-“

“Holy shit it looks amazing!” You squealed, all past anxieties gone with the wind. “Yeah?” She asked again and you nodded, picking up the one in the middle to assess. It looked like the best fit. The detail was so intricate and precise, everything was perfect. She put her own spin on your ideas and you couldn’t be happier with the outcome. “Cool. I have some pasties if you want and I’ll leave so you can get undressed then we can get started.” She handed you three different black pasties, one was a star, a flower, and the last was a regular circle. You giggled a little as soon as she left because who gives different options for pasties?

As soon as you finished you cracked the door to let her know you were ready. Standing there with no bra on, titties out- it was weird to say the least. You threw your flannel back on to make you more comfortable as you paced the room. You checked your dry ass phone once more before she came back into the room. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed some black gloves. “Yep.” At this point you just remembered how painful this was going to be. “Do people ever use numbing cream for this part?” You watched her grab some goo on her hand and turn back to you, stencil in hand.

“Uh- for the stomach? Yeah, I get quite a few people who get it numbed first. It's a pretty painful spot.” She chuckled as you lifted your boobs so she could rub whatever that was on your stomach.

“Fuck, dont tell me that.” You gave her a nervous laugh but she was too concentrated to respond.

“Don't worry.” She whispered too focused on getting the right angle. She was hunched over since she was a bit taller than you and you got a whiff of her perfume. The smell wasn’t strong, it was light and clean but also smelled masculine and woody. “You smell good.” You breathed out as soon as you felt her press down on your stomach, rubbing in the stencil.

Her cheeks reddened a bit but she kept her composure like she’d got that compliment a thousand times over. “Thanks.” She gave you an almost awkward smile. But it was true, she did smell really good. “Okay,” she peeled off the thin paper after one last press. “Take a look at that placement.” You walked over to the mirror and dropped your boobs, appreciating the little bounce. You didn't do it on purpose. Realistically, you needed to see how the tattoo would look if you weren't holding them but you forgot that Ellie’s eyes were glued to you. You turned back to her, smiling brightly, and you watched her eyes flick back up to your face. “Looks great!” You beamed and her lips cracked into a smile that reflected yours.

“Cool, let's get started.” She gestured to the chair before she spun around to pour the ink. You laid down, nerves going ballistic at this point. It felt like you could barely breathe. “Is this your first?” She asked as she swiveled around on her little chair.

“Nah, I have a couple.” You lifted your sleeve to show your forearm, littered with tattoos here and there. The biggest you had was a switchblade with flowers and vines surrounding it. It was kinda similar to hers. “I like yours.” You pointed at the big one on her arm. “Also got a moth huh?”

“I feel like its the gay right of passage.” She sent you a lopsided smile and you giggled. Glancing down to your stomach you mumbled, “Look at me go.”

“Okay. You ready?” She adjusted the gun in her hand as she eyed you for confirmation.

“Not really but go ahead.” You laid your head back, waiting for that familiar burn. “You got this.” She smiled at you once more and rested her arm over your hip. As soon as she started you had to suppress a wail. You couldn't breathe in sharply. You couldn't talk to distract yourself. You couldn't move at all, let alone do anything that involves your lungs. The pain wasn't excruciating but it was painful. It felt like she had a hot razor tracing over your body. And she took her time, moving over the curves and little details carefully. Which you were grateful for, but in this moment, right now, you hated it.

She finally pulled back to dip into the ink again and you let out a strangled breath. “You're doing really good.” She smiled at you as her arm rested on your hip again but she didn't go back in, instead she stared at you. “You okay? You feel alright?” She was watching you so attentively. Checking in on you with a smooth, soft voice. The way she talked was so- god. It was all sinking in with her big green eyes locked with yours. Your heart was basically in your throat as you struggled to speak up. “In pain but yeah, I'm okay.” She smiled at you as she blinked slowly, or at least it felt slow.

“You're taking it so well.” And just like that she dove back in, pulling more painful lines while your mind went haywire. Your brain was running a million miles a minute, thinking if any other tattoo artist told you that or she was flirting with you. It wasn't like you could take a deep breath to steady yourself either, you couldn't even move. The only thing grounding you was her arm anchored on your hips. “It doesn't hurt that much.” You spoke softly so you didn't move too much. “I think I could go to sleep.”

“Really? I think my pain tolerance is pretty high but I was dying getting my stomach done.” She leaned back again to give you room to speak.

“You have your stomach done?” Your brows pinched as you eyed her frame. She wore a regular cream tshirt with blue jeans. Her tattoos poked out from beneath the sleeve. One arm was full of them and the other just had one. What looked like a broken watch with some words and vines around it. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, the rest hanging just above her shoulders.

“Yeah, I'll show you later.”

Later?

“Okay on a scale of 1-10 how bad did it hurt?”

“Hmm,” Her face scrunched and it was so fucking cute, as she thought about it. “It was a while ago but I'd say about an eight.”

“Eight? I'd give it a six.” You grinned and her face fell.

“A six?” Her mouth hung a little and her eyebrows were almost to her hairline.

“What? I just said I was gonna try to sleep, what did you expect?” You giggled and she scoffed.

“Well, you're not even halfway done so.”

“I can handle it, you just told me I was ‘taking it so well’ ” You joked and she chuckled as she adjusted herself to start again. You closed your eyes and tried to think about anything but the burning pain tracing down your stomach. Maybe fifthteen minutes passed before you opened your eyes again.

“Did you really fall asleep?” She asked as you wiped your eyes.

“No it hurts too bad.” Your voice was blunt and monotoned. “Did you change the needle to be 1000% more painful or something?” At this point it felt like Ellie hated you and wanted to make this experience the worst ever. She barked out a laugh which you appreciated but was pretty unexpected from her cool and collected demeanor. “Do you hate me Ellie?” Her name rolled off your tongue, it was the second time you've ever said it and the first time you said it to her. It was nice. Had a nice ring to it. It was a good name to moan-

Oh my god. You are too horny for your own good.

You were losing it but you'll blame it on the way her scent evaded your senses and how her hands were pressed on your body. It was a good thing you just cracked a joke because you couldn't suppress a smile your filthy thoughts resulted in. She laughed again. “No, what the fuck? Y/n, what could you have possibly done to make me hate you in the span of thirty minutes?”

“You tell me!” You giggled again and there was a knock at the door. Ellie stood to answer it, cracking it open before turning back to you again. “Is it okay if my coworker comes in to see what we're working on?”

“Yeah that's fine.” You squealed, pulling your flannel to cover your boobs but kept the tattoo untouched. Her coworker walked in and immediately made you feel comfortable. She was nice, talkative, had a beautiful smile and was currently showering you with compliments.

“Dina, she doesn't even know your name yet.” Ellie’s eyes stayed on her as she came to a halt.

“Oh that's right. Hi, I'm Dina! I work the front desk. I guess you came in while I was on my lunch break. That tattoo looks so good!” She beamed at you, which was contagious enough to make you smile wide at her. “Thank you! Ellie is doing an amazing job.”

“You guys were giggling it up in here so I was just being nosey.” She shrugged as she lifted a suggesting eyebrow to her coworker. “Looks like you're having a good time?”

“Okay you're done.” Ellie groaned as she nudged Dina out as she dramatically whined about how she just got here.

“Why’d you make her leave?” You pouted.

“She's too distracting.” She shook her head and you giggled again. Watching them interact was fun. They were an animated duo for sure.

“Are you normally quiet or something?”

“Hmm, yeah I guess I dont normally talk much while tattooing.”

“Really?” You felt your face heat up and your heart damn near leaped over the moon.

“Mhm,” She rolled back over to you with the gun in hand. “You ready? You nodded and her arm- that fucking arm- covered in tattoos rested on your hips again and you were pretty sure your hands were sweating at this point. You held your breath as she pulled the first line but she was further down this time, telling you she had to be at least half way done now. “Good job.” She muttered as she gently patted the ink away but her eyes were glued on you. You weren't sure why, what were you supposed to say? Thank you?

“Do you have any other plans for today?” She asked as she rubbed something on the area. Now- you knew you couldn't do much talking and you didn't want to slow down her process. So why the fuck is she trying to get you to talk right now? It felt like a dentist was working on your mouth as they made casual conversation. You waited for her to pull back to finally answer.

“Probably get something to eat. I'm not from around here though, do you know any good spots?” The words rushed out of your mouth as she leaned back in to start again.

“Oh, you don't live here?” She sat and waited for your response.

“No, I live here but on the other side of town. I don't come down this way often.”

“Well, there's this new sandwich place that just opened down the street. I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it was good.”

“Do you have a break after this?” Your heart was beating out of its chest so hard you feared she'd feel it.

“I'm working late today.” She visibly slouched.

“Want me to pick you up some food?”

Now this made her eyes widen, but just slightly. Her brows lifted and she stared at you for a second too long. Your mind was reeling. Was that too invasive? Did that make her uncomfortable? That’s probably weird for a new client to offer her lunch. Right?

“I would take you up on that offer but I brought my lunch today.” Her voice was soft and gloomy. Her face grim as she seemed almost depressed to turn you down.

“Oh.” You laughed it off. “It’s okay! I’ll try it and tell you if it’s good or not.” You smiled, trying to play it off as unphased. It was a simple question. A nice deed even.

“We don't have much less, we'll be finished up soon and you can go eat.” She reflected your smile and leaned in again to continue. You'd think the pain got better after doing it for almost an hour now but it still hurts like the first line. You screwed your eyes shut and with nothing else to do or think about your mind wandered.

“You're doing so good babe.” Ellie mumbled, obviously trying hard to stay steady against your chest. The praise honestly made your head spin. You couldn't even say anything back to that, just sit there and take it. You couldn't nod, she wasn't even looking at you. You couldn't laugh, can't mess her up. But Babe? Rightfully so, your brain was literally short circuiting.

Even though she turned down your offer for lunch she was very obviously into you. Right? No other tattoo artist has ever called you babe. That's grounds for flirting for sure. You don't know if it was the nickname or the extremely sensitive spot Ellie started tattooing but you were apparently moving too much. Her hand resting in a fist on your hip opened up and gently grabbed at your waist.

“Steady breaths babe, you got it.” Her voice was literally music to your ears. It's so soothing, low and raspy. Like her words were delicately crafted arrows and every time she spoke it shot straight through your heart. But her hands also holding you? Grabbing at the soft skin just for the sole purpose of grounding you. God- it was too much. Saying your brain went haywire was an understatement.

“Good girl.”

Her face was down but you still noticed the smug grin on her lips. She was doing this on purpose. Maybe she could feel the way your heartbeat upticked when she spoke or the fact that your face was redder than a tomato at this point.

“How you feeling?” Ellie finally leaned back and granted you room to breathe comfortably. She started rubbing some goo on it before continuing, “Only a couple more lines and you'll be good to go. Do you want to take a break? I can grab you some water if you want.”

“Water would be nice.” Your throat felt incredibly dry. She got up and walked out the room for your request. You took this opportunity to get a peak at how the tattoo was turning out. Your back stuck to the plastic on the chair as you peeled yourself off. The mirror was in the corner of the room and it looked amazing. You grinned- an ear to ear kind of smile.

“Do you like it?” Ellie beamed as she entered the room again, small cold water bottle in hand.

“It looks so fucking good.” You turned back to her and her eyes went straight to it.

“The placement looks great on you.”

“Compliments to the chef.” You joked and her sweet sweet laugh filled the air. It was a sound you decided right there and then- you needed to hear more often. You took a swig of the water and laid back down. Your time with her was coming to an end soon and you were desperately trying to figure out how to get more. Maybe you could ask for her number before you left.

The rest of the tattoo went quicker than you hoped. Your brain was still completely empty on ways to ask for her number. She went on to compliment the finished tattoo, stated how happy she was with the result and asked to take some pictures. It was all happening so fast.

“How much do I owe you?” You reached for your bag as she grabbed her small tablet, typing in something before responding to you.

“How about $250 and you let me take you out to grab some food one day?” She grinned, smug and lopsided. You could have jumped from joy in that moment. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you heard that right, despite her speaking slow and clear.

“Hmm, so full price then?” You joked and her smile faltered for a second until you laughed. “I'm kidding. Yes, I'll absolutely take you up on that offer.” You finished and watched her let out a laugh of relief. It was a sweet laugh like before but this time her smile reached her eyes enough to crease at the corners a little.

“You had me for a second.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Yeah” She just looked at you for a second with pure admiration in her eyes. Like she just met the most interesting person ever. Intrigued by you. “You'll keep me on my toes alright.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this just as much as I did hehe. Also reader is a champ for taking this tattoo cos I was on the verge of tears while getting my under boob done LMFAOOO ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING <333333

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us x reader #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou2

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digisims2 · 1 year

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Sims 2 on Windows 11

Alright, the new computer with Windows 11 is up and running and Sims 2 has been installed. These are the steps I took to get it running and looking pretty:

Installed the game through EA App

I installed "George" so I won't need to start the game up through EA App and let it waste resources and spy on me.

I ran the 4GB patch on the Sims2EP9.exe and TS2BodyShop.exe

I ran Graphics Rules Maker and tweaked things through that enabling it to use my full texture memory etc

I installed the EmptyStandbyList since without it I got pink flashing very quickly

????

Profit.

If this helped somebody else out, you're welcome! :)

(long, pretty messy and image heavy version of this process written as I did it is behind the cut. I mean it, it's very long!)

added my graphics card in the video cards file manually

did the common graphics rules tweaks (these) manually

applied 4gb patch to bodyshop and game exes

tested bodyshop, it started up but has no smooth edges, otherwise textures are good and new projects export and import as supposed. 4GB patch works as supposed. It'll likely require tweaking it through nvidia control panel so leaving that for later.

Started up game, after turning the edge smoothing on it looks this good (no mods thus the boxy shadows):

6. However my log is reporting only 1gb of RAM for the game to use, will have to reapply the 4gb patch and try again. But it's using all 12 gb for texture memory so that's cool, I probably won't need to worry too much about pink flashing but I'm going to stress test it a little.

View distance maximized:

Shaders work:

"I probably won't need to worry too much about pink flashing" I said earlier and then left the lot and:

:'D But looking at task manager I see my standby memory has filled up the remaining RAM already so this is actually working as expected, I just forgot one step.

7. installed the EmptyStandbyList.

8. This is where I closed game, applied the standby memory fix, rechecked my exe and remembered that you weren't supposed to run it in compatibility mode so I turned that off but just in case I also reapplied 4gb patch and restarted the game. Now it's correctly showing me 4GB of RAM to use for the game so that should be handled.

Side note: Mr. Humble spawned, I haven't seen him for years as I have mod to stop him from appearing. Was this sim always so ugly? It looks like his face is melting.

No pink flashing after leaving the lot this time:

But it crashed when I clicked on the sims icon.

New try, game restarted and this time we'll go straight to CAS and... *immediately gets distracted* There are this many bin families by default?

I've used clean templates for years so this was an unpleasant surprise. I don't like them, you're all getting nuked soon once I've made sure the game runs as supposed and can go ahead installing clean templates. So then to the CAS, it loads and I click to create a sim and....

Oh. Okay then. :| Guess I'm missing some tweak still. Let's try graphics rules maker instead, it should also easily fix my resolution etc since I forgot to do that manually.

One restart later, are you fucking kidding me?

but hey, nice crisp textures. Too bad it's so tiny I can't see shit. (I realized this was my error after a moment, I thought graphics rules maker said minimum resolution in the spot I didn't change but it actually says maximum, so I fixed that and all is good) But I'm gonna ignore that now and try loading CAS again, pls work.

.... Hell yeah, at least that finally loaded up as supposed.

She is beauty, she is grace, maxis defaults really ruin her face.

After the final restart with screen size etc fixed I went back and forth to different lots trying to make it flash pink and it never did so I'm going to say this was success.

So to recap:

Installed the game through EA App

I installed "George" so I won't need to start the game up through EA App.

I ran the 4GB patch on the Sims2EP9.exe and TS2BodyShop.exe

I ran Graphics Rules Maker and tweaked things through that enabling it to use my full texture memory etc

I installed the EmptyStandbyList since without it I got pink flashing very quickly

????

Profit.

And seriously, that's all, even if this post ended up this long.

I still need to get smooth edges in bodyshop but that will likely be done with nvidia control panel rather than texture settings. Here's one more random maxis sims image to end this with a pretty picture instead of just huge wall of text.

#digi's ramblings #setting up the game for Windows 11 #sort of tutorial #long post #my favorite part was needing to download and install 4 different things to get this game working #but it was pretty easy in the end #Now I just need to install everything else still....

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xx-craftycreep-xx · 1 month

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Hi there! So I’m from the creepypasta fandom, and got back into my morgue files phase lol. This request is mainly based off a thought I had. Reader crushing HARD on the new kid Jeffery Mason. To the point where it gets stalkery. Purely befriending Liu just to be able for the chance to get closer to him. Until one day this eventually leads to Liu inviting then over to the Mason household. Jeff isn’t home yet, Liu has to leave the house for a bit, and that gives a little to snoop in Jeff’s room. There’s a noise, and they think it’s Liu so they’re not really worried. But it’s not Liu, it’s Jeff. And he’s really pissed to have his privacy invaded. And in a panic, S/I confesses lol. What happens next can be up to you

Ooo I love the idea!

dividers are by @cafekitsune

Jeffery Mason x Stalker! reader

Perfect for eachother

WARNINGS: Stalking, swearing,Jeffery Mason,

,personal headcanons.

Fortunately, early mornings in Forest Lawn were quite. Something that would always calm you down as you sat for your morning yoga. You had been living in Forest Lawn for 3 years. Initially, it was hard making friends, but you managed to form a group of 3. You didn't like them completely,but they were fine. After completing your morning routine, you checked the time.

7:30 am.

' Alright. We have time.' you thought. You headed downstairs towards the kitchen. "Breakfast's ready!" Your mother exclaimed. "Damn mom,no good morning? " Your mother mother almost yelled, "Oh! Good morning! So silly of me" You chuckled. You sat for breakfast. Your father had gone out for his morning walk. After sometime you rechecked the time.

7:45 am

'15 minutes left' "Bye mom!" You said as you walked out of the house, not hearing your mother's response. You reached school in 5 minutes. You and your friends had a meet-up spot by a nearby tree. Only 2 of them were present. "Ugh! Oli's late again?" you asked,irritated. " When is he not?" you friend, Dorothy said. Matthew just breathed a chuckle. Right as he did that, Oliver showed up. "I'm sorry!" "Yeah,yeah" all three of you said in unision.

Your group started chatting. As you talked you noticed something from your peripheral view. Two new boys. However, only one grabbed your attention. He was tall, pale and just...breathtaking. He had jet black hair, wore a hoodie and black jeans. He almost looked inhuman (ly beautiful)

His brother or friend..or the other boy looked more human. Looked more..cute..and timid. His back was somewhat slouched and he kept his hands folded. He had fair skin and dark brown hair. He wore a green jacket with a striped scarf along with black pants.Your gaze was fixed on them when your friend asked, "___, what happened? " You flinched. "Look at that, two new boys." you said. "Holy shit,the tall one looks like a vampire!" Dorothy whisper-yelled. "Yeah!Like- ew. Imagine being friends with hi-" Oliver was cut off by your offended face. "Chill,___. You don't even know him!" Oliver said. "Still!" you huffed, folding your arms.

Matthew just stared at you, in an..off manner. You shrugged it off as the bell rang.

You went to your respective class and surprise! The pretty boy with black hair sat behind you. After being introduced,you learnt that his name was Jeffery Mason and that the other boy accompanying him was his younger brother,Liu Mason. As the lecture went by,you couldn't help but blush at Jeffery. He was behind you,yes, but you could hear him muttering some answers to himself. 'What a sexy voice' you thought. You felt someone looking at you, you looked back and saw Matthew look away. 'Creepy..' you thought.

In recess, you befriended Liu. It took you a while..but you did it. You told your friends that you wanted to be friends with him and that it wasn't compulsory for them to befriend him. They agreed and gave you some time with him. Days went by,you and Liu grew close. You understood that he liked arts. And you also got ample chances of seeing Jeffery,albeit never gathering the courage to talk to him. Whenever you got the time, you would follow him around.After a while you got to know that his favorite colour was red, that he had an insta, he liked dried flowers, he smoked and that he liked metal music.

It was Sunday afternoon when your phone started ringing. You picked up and saw in white,bold letters:

Liu

You smiled and picked up. "Hey.." he greeted. "Hey liu.What's up? Did you need help with your paintings? or did you need some extra colours?" you asked as you got up and opened your art supply cupboard. "uh..no. I wanted to ask if you're free...for coming at my house. My parents are gone out for a while,but..they'll come back. Till Then, they said that we could meet. They wanna know you..so..Please introduce yourself to them once they come back." You couldn't believe it!!! You would get to see Jeff! "Yes, of course Liu! What time?" You asked,voice laced with excitement. "4pm...is that alright? " You glanced at the clock.

3:30pm.

"sure! I'll be on time!" you heard a giggle. "You" re so sweet,___." You smiled. You had initially befriended Liu with the intention of getting close to Jeffery,but you would be lying if you said you had not grown close to Liu. You genuinely liked the guy."Thanks,Liu." "Bye ___. See you". " See you" he hung up first.

Immediately,you stepped away from you art supply cupboard and marched towards you wardrobe. "Im gonna wear my red sweater with black jeans." you said to yourself as you rummaged through it. To your dismay,you didn't find it. You ran to every room of your house,asked your parents and even looked in the backyard. No red sweater.'But I wore it on Thursday!' you recalled as you stood in the living room. 'Where would it go?' A memory struck you like lightning. It was of Matthew complimenting you when you wore it. 'That creep! It was definitely him!' you glanced at the time.

3:50 pm.

'Oh fuck! Im gonna be late!' you Immediately put on a white tee with black jeans with your black converse and ran to the Mason household, which fortunately was just a metre away. You rang the doorbell. "On time. Great" Liu said as he let you in. "Come, I'll lead you to my room." You both headed upstairs. Just as Liu was about go open the door,his phone rang. "Hey mom...What? But, how can I leave ___alone...fine.." he hung up. "I have to go for 5 minutes. I'll be back. Till then sit in my room..Im really sorry." He gave you an apologetic look. You smiled understandingly,nodding. Just as he headed downstairs,you asked. "Who's room is this?" "Jeffery 's" he said as he unlocked the main door. "I'll come soon!" the door shut close.

You opened Jeffery's door. You entered and looked around. It was dark, messy yet somewhat organised. Headphones and a pack of cigarettes on the drawer next to his bed. You heard the main door open. 'It's Liu.' You continue to look around. You hear a cough and you look around. You feel the air leaving you lungs. Its not Liu.Its..Jeffery.

"Why in the actual fuck are you in my room?!" he barked. "I-Im sorry. I didn't mean to-" you were cut off."Didn't mean to?! Did the air take you here?Why the fuck would you invade my privacy?! What's the reason?!" "I LIKE YOU!" You yelled. An uncomfortable silence filled the air. You looked around everywhere but him. However, your attention was caught by something. You made your way towards his cupboard,ignoring his protests,blinded by curiosity. You snatched the cloth from the top of the cupboard, only for silence to fill the air again. You broke it first, with wide eyes. "My sweater!" you hugged it,happy that you found it.

But then realization hit you as you looked at the man you loved. He Immediately looked down,fidgeting with the bag in his hand,probably full of groceries. "And you talk about privacy." you said,voice monotone. "I...thought you looked pretty.I...like you too." The last part barely audible. You decided to do the silent method on him. " I liked you from the moment I saw you in class. I just hated that asshole Matthew looking at me everytime I looked at you. Because of that..I assumed you were his girl-" "Oh hell no! Him?! He's...uck!" you shuddered. "He looks like he could be the president of a country of cockroaches!" you said. "The fuck?" he chuckled. Funny, he found you funny. "So..what now? Wanna date?" He was taken aback. "Where's all the confidence coming from now? Couldn't even speak well a minute ago." He mocked. Your cheeks heated up. Before you could answer the doorbell rang. Jeff glanced at you before he went to get the door. You ran to Liu's bedroom.

After the meet and greet with Liu's parents you and him painted many paintings. You were going to take one home. You went to the washroom and came back and saw something written on the backside of the painting in neat handwriting.

Yes,I would like to date you.

And below it written was his phone number. You smiled,carrying it with at your home.

You texted him at night and waited for his response.When you heard a knock on your window. Cautiously,you opened it. And well,the handsome ravenette stood outside. " Hey,beautiful"

Well..This was going to be a long night.

#jeff the killer #creepypasta x reader #x reader #jeffery mason x reader #the morgue files #jeffery mason

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mthollowell-writes · 3 months

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Tag: Character Inspiration

This is the last tag on my to do list. I'll have to recheck the notes but I think this about wraps it up thus far. It’s also the one I took the longest to complete…

Thank you so much @axl-ul for the tag. You can find their wonderful post here!

Gently Tagging: @rmgrey-author, @kaatiba, @girlfromthecrypt, @hyba, @coffeewritesfiction and an open tag for anyone else who would like to participate!

Rules: Pick a character(s) from your wip(s) and tell who they were inspired by or from.

Ok! So I had to go digging through some old files for this tag. All of the main characters in the Festival project started out as voices for news articles to develop the world of Hollow Grove. All of them and the world itself have changed a lot since their initial conception in late 2016. One day I may share those early character sketches.

But now to the tag proper!

Mariela: Visually, I drew a lot of inspiration from Eryn Allen Kane and Jessica Williams. The inspiration for her personality is a lot harder to pin down for me. I drew a lot of her interests and beliefs from my own but she's also fearless, sarcastic, and does not take any shit. I think of Nellie Bly and Ida B. Wells—she looks up to as heroes in her profession. I'm going to get a little deep and say she initially gave voice to some feelings I had about the world circa 2016 but she's not just that anymore.

September: Visually, the actors Gilbert Roland with a sprinkling of Ramon Novarro. Cecil Palmer's character in Welcome to Night Vale is baked somewhere deep in September's DNA. I'll also reveal my inner Whovian and admit that his character was very much inspired by The Doctor (particularly a mix of the Tennant (circa Donna Noble) and Capaldi eras), though replace their energetic eccentricity with that of a mild mannered, dry humored professor and you have September. At least on the surface. He's a mess beneath it all.

Hero: Out of all the characters, Hero is the character I put a lot of myself in personality wise, especially as I was right after college. As an intern at the in-universe newspaper, he gave a lot of voice to the ennui of finding your way in adult life mixed with dry humor and a hint of fatalism. After years of character development, he's not just that anymore but that is still a key component of his character. Visually, the best approximation I could find is Mackenyu as he appears in Chihayafuru.

Emery: Emery is also a response to some feelings I had about the world in 2016. Someone who, on the surface, is very salt of the earth--telling things as they are whether or not you like to hear it--but deep down is frustrated and put upon like everyone else, and has very different conclusions about it. There's definitely an injection of Ron Swanson from Parks & Rec in his character but he also comes off as the straight man in whatever wacky scenario I put him in. Visually, he's a mix of a younger, close shaven Zach Gallifinakis and Jesse Plemons.

Regina: Regina's look is very much inspired by the old vamps of Hollywood like Theda Bara (and some heavy doses of Zoey Deschanel) with some of Morticia Adams macabre sensibilities. She has a touch of quirky eccentricity that I drew from Regina Spektor's music, particularly "Pavlov's Daughter." She's daring and histrionic--a perfect mishmash of qualities. A mystery even to myself until recently.

#tag games #tagged!#character inspiration tag #festival project #oc: mariela #oc: September #oc: hero #oc: regina #oc: emery #writeblr #tumblr writing community

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Daechwita/ 2

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.7k

Includes- so much fluff, love making, missionary, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

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Part 1

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Yoongi POV

"Shit", she curses while looking in her bag

"What jagi?", I ask looking up from my phone

"I can't believe I forgot"

"Forget what baby?"

"P.j.'s. I live in those things and I forgot to pack some. I'm so dumb"

She actually looks upset that she forgot

It's too fucking cute

"It's ok Jo. You can borrow one of my shirts. It should be long enough for you"

"Oh well ok", she agrees

Getting up from the bed, I go to my dresser and get out a soft oversized black t-shirt

This should be good

"Here jagi"

I hand her the shirt, then sit back on my bed

"Thanks baby"

I can't help but watch her as she changes

I take every change I can get to oogle her

And she knows it, so she does things like over exaggerate wiggling her ass while taking her skinny jeans off

Or slowly untying the bralette and letting it fall off of her instead of just taking it off

She's such a little shit sometimes

Her back is to me and I take the time to oogle her perfect ass in her barely there panties, her hips and the huge tattoo on her back that I love to run my fingers on

She takes my shirt and pulls it over her, head, letting it fall just below her thighs

She turns smirking at me and holy shit she looks so fucking good in my clothes

Such a little shit

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom to take my makeup off ok?"

"Sure jagi"

She leaves my room and I sit back on my bed

I reach my arm out quickly to get my phone and blinding pain shoots through my shoulder

Fucking hell

I knew it was going to get aggravated with all the jumping and sword waving

It's too soon to have another injection and I had to reschedule the therapy appointment since I'm filming the video this week

It sucks and it hurts

But I just have to suck it up until I can get to therapy

I put my other hand on my shoulder, rubbing it and moving my shoulder around

The pain is still there, cramping my muscle

Stupid car that hit me all those years ago

"Shoulder hurts baby?"

I glance up to see her standing next to me, a worried look on her gorgeous bare face

I nod

"Move up", she says waving her hand in front of me

"Jagi you dont-"

"Oh shush Yoongi. Of course I do. I'm not leaving you in pain"

I reluctantly agreed and scoot up so there's room for her to sit behind me

She always massages my shoulder

Almost every time we're together

She even goes with me to therapy and has them show her how she can massage me and help me at home

And she does it so well

I'm so grateful but I'm worried she's doing because she feels like she has to

She sits behind me, kissing the back of my neck, "Relax Yoongi"

I take a breath and try to relax as her hands start moving on my shoulder

She uses her thumbs to push against the muscles of my shoulder

I stiffen in pain

"Hurts baby?"

I nod

"I'm sorry baby. It's gonna hurt for a little"

"I know jagi. Don't apologize"

"But I don't want to hurt you"

I smile to myself

She's always worried about me

"I know you don't mean to jagi. It's ok"

"Ok", she answers, kissing the back of my neck again

This time I move from the shiver that runs down my spine from the kiss

She giggles, "Sensitive?"

I laugh, "Just from your lips baby"

"Aww. Who knew that Min, Yoongi could be so sweet and dare I say it....adorable"

"Ha. Only you get to see this side of me"

"I'm honored", she teases

I realize that my shoulder isn't hurting while she's pressing her knuckles into my muscles

She was distracting me so I wouldn't feel it

"When is your next injection?"

I think, "Uh next month. I think the 15th"

"Baby I think you should think about maybe seeing a doctor and rechecking your shoulder. Redo whatever tests they did before. You're shoulder is hurting a lot more than it was before"

Huh

Maybe

"You think jagi?"

"Yeah Yoongi. You used to be able to have no pain until your next injection. And you're getting them every month now. I think your shoulder might be getting worse baby and that's not good. I don't want anything bad to happen or get to the point where you'll be in pain all the time"

I mean she's right

Maybe I should go to the doctor to just check everything out

Everything she's saying so far is true

"I think I will jagi. It makes sense to check everything"

"Ok Yoongi. Let me know when you're going and I'll go with you ok"

"You want to go with me?", I ask in disbelief

No one likes going to doctor appointments

The waiting is annoying and then I don't even know if they'll let her come in with me

"Of course Yoongi. Unless you don't want me to come", she says as she runs her fingers on my shoulder

I shake my head immediately, "No jagi no. I do want you to come. I just don't want you to be bored"

"I won't be bored baby. I'll be with you"

God she's the sweetest, best girl I ever met

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Don't thank me baby. I'll do anything for you", she says, leaning over, kissing my cheek

"Fuck, I love you so much"

Her hand stops moving on my shoulder and I hear her soft gasp

What?

What happened?

Is she ok?

"Www...what did you say?"

Huh?

What did I say?

I said I-

Oh shit

I told her I love her

Fuck

"Did...did you mean what you said?"

I can't lie to her

And now that I said it, I can't take it back

I don't want to

I'm terrified but I want her to know

I slowly turn around and looked at her surprised face

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J POV

I stare at Yoongi in completely surprised, my heart in my throat

Did he really say he loves me?

Does he mean it?

Please, please, please let him mean it

Please

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together

He lifts his eyes to mine

"Yeah Joanne. I mean it. I love you"

Oh my God

This...this is my dream come true

"I'm so in love with you Joanne. I have been for a long time. Since close to the beginning of our relationship", he explains, "I just...I was scared to tell you. I've never been in love before and I didn't want to scare you. I didn't know if it was too soon to say it so I didn't. But yeah I love you."

I can't help the smile that bursts on my face

"I love you Yoongi"

The shock in his eyes is confusing to me

Does he think I wouldn't loved him?

Why?

There's nothing about him to not love

"Yeah?", he asks shyly

I nod, "Of course I do Yoongi. Why wouldn't I? You're everything I could ever want and so much more"

His mouth drops, "Really?"

"Yes baby. I'm so in love with you too. From close to the beginning of us too. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to scare you either. I mean you're an idol. You're always busy and I completely understand. But I didn't know if you took this relationship seriously, if after a few months you'd get tired of me and I was scared to say it"

"Never Jo. Never. I do take this relationship seriously. More serious than any other I ever had. I never loved any other girlfriends. I love you", he tells me, running his fingers in my hair

I smile at him, "I love you Yoongi, with all my heart. You're kinda my everything"

The smile on his face is so fucking beautiful, "You're kinda my everything too Jo"

Then he pulls me to him, his lips against mine

"I love you", he whispers between kisses, "I love you so much"

"I love you Yoongi", I answer, kissing him again, "My naekkeo"

"My jagi"

"My Yoongi"

"My Joanne"

My heart swells with love hearing him call me his

I am his, I was always his

Always

Pressing my lips to his again softly, we kiss, our arms around each other

He slowly moves me back on the bed, moving on top of me, kissing me deeply

Moving my hands under his shirt, I slowly move them up, feeling his muscles and taking the shirt up too

He moves with me to get it off him, his lips leaving mine only for the second it takes to pull the shirt over his head

His kisses feel so good, the pressure of his lips against mine, his tongue brushing up against mine

I could kiss this man forever

His hand moves under my shirt, softly caressing my skin

Normally it'd tickle when he touches the sides of my body but now it feels too good

Fuck, when he touches me, my mind goes blank and all I want are his hands roaming everywhere

"Take it off for me jagi", he whispers

I nod, moving my arms up and lifting my body slightly from the bed so he can slip the shirt off

His lips attack my neck, kissing, licking and sucking while his hands squeeze my boobs softly

"My baby's so pretty", he whispers, trailing hot kisses across my shoulder

Every nerve where his lips land heats up as if I'm on fire

He changes the direction his kisses go, trailblazing down to my chest

I swear his kisses alone can get me off

His mouth kisses around my nipple, making me shiver and wait in anticipation

His tongue glides along my nipple making me moan loudly, my body arch on its own

"Yea baby, let me hear your pretty sounds. Fuck I love them"

His mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking softly, pleasure creeping along my body, my panties flooded

His hand slides down my body, mouth still on my boob and he pulls my panties down, agonizingly slow

He switches nipples and hands, pulling the other side of my panties off

"Yoongi", I moan, playing with his hair

"Want to be inside you baby. Right now"

That is exactly what I want too

I move up slowly, both of us on our knees, reaching for his pj pants

I press my lips to his neck, right in the spot that I know he loves

"Jo, baby", he whimpers

Sliding my hands under his pants and boxers, I push them down to his knees

Gently I push him back and he goes willingly, laying on his back

I get his clothes off, then climb on him

"Fuck jagi, you're so beautiful", he whispers, his gorgeous brown eyes looking at me

I feel my cheeks turn pink

I can never get used to Yoongi, an idol, telling me I'm beautiful

Never

"So are you baby", I tell him, then lean down, kissing him deeply

His arms wrap around me, holding me on him as he kisses me back

These kisses are different

They're not the normal wild, desperate kisses nor the sweet gently ones

They're slow, passionate, full of love

I can feel his love for me and I hope he can feel mine for him

I feel his fingers trailing up and down my back, making my skin tremble

I pull away looking down at him

Running my hand in his hair, I cup his cheek gently

"I love you", I tell him

The smile that bursts on his face is so bright, so happy

I love making him happy

That's all I want to do, make him happy

"I love you", he answers, "so much"

I nod, "So much"

Sitting straight up, I shift, easily getting him inside and sinking down on him

Both of us moan loudly while I push down, getting him in more and more, a little at a time

"So good jagi", he moans

"Yeah baby. You feel so good", I agree

Bottoming him out, I sit on him for a few seconds, feeling him inside

My body shakes a little and his hands rub up and down the sides of my body

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah just wanna feel you"

"I know baby. I love feeling you too. So perfect for me"

I'm ridiculously happy, just like I always am every time he tells me that

"Am I good for you jagi?"

I nod my head rapidly

Of course he is

He has to be crazy to think he's not

"Always baby. Always perfect", I reassure him

Placing my hands on his smooth, muscular chest, I slide up his cock then go back down slowly

"Yes baby, yes", he moans

I keep moving, going a little faster

I move my fingers up and down his chest to his stomach, gently touching and feeling his soft skin

Once my hands are on him, I can't stop touching him

He takes my hand, kissing my palm and my heart bursts with love for him

I move my hips, grinding against him, pleasure flowing

He closes his eyes, whimpering

"So good jagi", he praises

Leaning back, I put one of my hands on his thigh as I bounce softly

I tilt my head back, feeling him, how hard he is, how fucking perfectly he opens me up, how snugly he fits inside

Like he was meant to be there

"Yoongi", I moan

"So beautiful baby", he whimpers, making me look at him

He's watching me, biting his lip, pleasure on his face as his hands reach up and squeeze my breasts

I move down and at the same time he moves his hips up, meeting me, going in so deep, hitting my spot

"Yoongi", I cry, stars bursting in my vision

"There baby?"

I nod, my hands gripping his wrists as he thrusts again

"Ok my baby. Whatever you want jagi"

We keep moving together, the pleasure intense

I clench on him involuntarily, hearing him gasp

"Again baby, do it again"

This time I squeeze him on purpose, hard

"Yes Jo, please jagi, hold me tight. Don't let go", he begs

I nod, making a conscious effort to keep a tight hold on him

I want him to feel maximum pleasure too

"Please jagi, cum on me. Please. I want it"

God, hearing him beg for my orgasm is so hot and such a rush

We move again and I snap, moaning his name, ecstasy washing over me

Oh god it feels so fucking good

He feels so good, so hard and hitting my spot

"Yes good girl. My best girl", he praises

When I finish, Yoongi holds my waist and turns us, my back against the bed

Even though I just came, I'm ready for more

As long as it's with Yoongi, I'll always be ready for anything

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Yoongi POV

I press my lips to hers, wrapping her legs around me

I can never get enough of her

Enough of her kisses, her moans, her touches, her orgasms, her

Just her

She takes over all my senses, takes over everything until it's just her

And I wouldn't have it any other way

I move inside her, over and over, feeling the pure pleasure she gives me

Her arms keeps me pressed against her, holding me tightly, her small hands gripping my back hard

She moves her lips from mine, dragging kisses along my neck

My body shivers on it's own when she licks a spot that I love

She moves one hand around my neck, into the back of my hair, pulling me against her

"I love you Yoongi", she whispers in my ear, making my entire world spin

That's all I want

Her love

To give her all of mine

"I love you Joanne", I tell her

She holds me tighter, her hips moving against me

God she feels incredible, pushing me closer

The way she feels, so tight, so wet, so warm

Sucking me back inside her, holding me inside, throbbing perfectly

"Fuck baby, I love being inside you. I can stay in you all fucking night"

"And I want you there baby", she murmurs

Lifting my head from her shoulder, I watch her under me, pleasure all over her face, he head back against the pillow as she breathes heavily

So fucking stunning

Taking my hand from around her neck, I kiss her palm again, then lace our fingers together

She kisses then back of my hand, the places our hands on the bed, gripping my hand tightly

She's fucking everything

I feel her getting tighter and I know she's close

Good because I'm right there too

"Yoongi", she whimpers

"Almost jagi", I whisper to her

"Kiss me", she asks

"Always", I answer, pressing my lips to hers

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she moves hers right against mine

She moves with me and pure bliss takes over as I cum deep inside

Her body shakes, her pulsing getting faster and I feel her cum around me at the same time

"Fuck, Joanne", I moan, "I love you"

"I love you Yoongi", she whimpers, her body arching against mine, her hand squeezing mine

Complete bliss

I lay my head on her chest when we finish, catching my breath, listening to her heart beating hard

She runs her fingers in my sweaty hair, feeling good

Our hands are still wrapped together and I'm not letting go any time soon

After a few minutes, I lift my head to find her smiling at me

"I love you", she says

I will never get tired of hearing that

"I love you", I tell her, making her smile wider

"Stay with me", I ask

She raises her eyebrow, "I am silly"

That's not what I mean

I wanted to ask her something

Something I've been working myself up to ask and I was going to ask tonight

I never expected that we'd tell each other we love each other

I'm worried what I'm going to ask may be moving too fast

But I'm going to ask anyway

"Stay with me always"

"I will baby. I love you. I'm never leaving you"

I nod, "Then can you...move in with me?"

Her eyes widen

"You...you want that?"

I nod, "So much jagi. I...I was going to ask you tonight to move in. I...I was going to wait to tell you I love you until after we possibly lived together for a few weeks if you said yes. I'm glad I said it now though. And I don't want to seem like we're moving too fast-"

"Yes", she blurts

"Yes?", I repeat stupidly

"Yes Yoongi. I want to live with you. More than you can ever know. Being with you all the time.....that's like my dream", she says, blushing

"Funny, that's my dream too"

"Yeah?"

"Yes jagi. I want to be with you always"

"Good", she smiles, the presses her lips to mine

And I kiss her back so happy everything is falling into place

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

2 days later

J POV

"Yoongi you should of taken more care of your hands naekkeo!", I scold, turning his hands over in mine

He has blisters all over from practicing with the sword

"I know baby but the blisters just happened. I had to practice and I just ignored them"

"You should of told me! I could of....I don't know do something? Take care of you?"

I don't really know what I could of done but I could of googled something

He smiles at me, "You already take good care of me jagi"

I smile

I try to

The hairstylist moves around Yoongi, putting the blond wig on him

This is the second and last day of shooting for the video

He did all the filming for the black haired Agust D yesterday

The makeup artist put a cool scar prosthetic on his face and it's been there since yesterday

I had to help him shower and wash his hair, clean his face without messing up the make up

Not that it mattered because I got to see him naked and that's always a good time

I didn't notice the blisters on his hands but to be fair as soon as we got to my apartment, he was naked the whole time

So I was distracted

We went to the dorm after and he had to sleep on his back to avoid messing up the scar

The makeup artist just finished touching up the scar

It looks bad ass

And so does the blond wig they're putting on him

"I like the hair baby", I giggle

"Yeah?"

I nod, "I like how long it is too"

"Hmmm is that your way of telling me to grow out my hair?"

I snort, "No naekkeo. If you want to you can but don't do it for me."

"I was thinking about it. Not this long though", he says

"Whatever you want naekkeo"

"So I was thinking tomorrow we can get boxes and start packing up your apartment?", he asks

I nod, "Yeah ok. I gotta go through stuff to throw away too"

"You don't have to throw anything away"

I do

I don't want to take all my shit and stuff Yoongi's apartment

He shakes his head when I tell him this

"Jagi it's our apartment, not mine. You can fill it with as much stuff as you want"

I shake my head

We've disagreed about this before

I say it's his apartment because he bought it and pays for all the bills

He says it's ours and he added my name as an owner

Which I scolded him for

I tell him I'll pay for the bills, he says he's taking care of it

I give him money, he refuses and puts it in a joint bank account we opened two days ago

He says the money is mine and he's leaving it there

He's so difficult sometimes

I told him I'm not a moocher

Her proceeded to laugh in my face and tell me he knows that

Then he said he loves me, he's paying for the bills and I just need to accept it

So I have

For now

"I have to go through my stuff anyway baby. I have too much and some things I haven't used in years."

He holds my hands tightly, "Ok baby but don't go crazy throwing everything away ok?"

"I won't"

Yoongi and I decided that we'd wait to move until after he filmed the video.

So we're spending next week packing and moving

"I got the guys to help us", he says

"The guys? They weren't too happy about you moving out"

I was with Yoongi when he told them, yesterday after the shoot when we got back to the dorm

And they were less than enthused

Yoongi asked me to go to his room and I heard yelling and arguing

"Yeah well they got over it. I told them we love each other. That is isn't an impulsive decision. That we're starting our lives together. They understood after that"

"Oh alright"

I didn't ask anything last night because I didn't know how the argument ended and I didn't want to upset him

"But Namjoon can't lift any fragile boxes. I don't want anything breaking", I blurt out

Yoongi bursts out laughing, the hair stylist stopping what she was doing because he's laughing so hard too

"You're right jagi. I don't want any broken things either"

I giggle, "Poor Joonie"

He snorts, "No poor stuff"

I laugh, holding his hands tightly while I watch the hairstylist fix the blond wig

He styles the hair so that all of it is up, then he puts a long black silk cloth on his forehead like a bandanna

God he's so hot

"You ok jagi?"

I look up at him to see him smirking at me

"Yeah"

"You sure? I saw your legs clenching together"

I glare at him, "Fine. You're hot. Super sexy. Want to fuck you. Happy?"

He smirks, "Yeah baby. I'm happy my girlfriend is attracted to me"

"Oh shush"

He laughs, standing up when the stylist tells him he's done, pulling me up with him

He's already dressed in the king clothes.

Black silk shirt with a gold dragon on it, a white shirt underneath it, black pants, a black silk robe with gold dragons on the shoulder and black sneakers with white soles

And so many chains around his neck

Fucking hot

The director calls him and he holds my hand, taking me with him

He doesn't let go of me as he talks with the director and asks questions to be clear what he has to do

I don't mind

I like being wherever he is, being near him

"Jagi, you can stay behind the camera and watch ok?", he says to me, startling me out of my thoughts

"Oh are you sure? I don't want to be in the way"

"You're not jagi. It's the same as yesterday remember"

I nod

I stay behind the camera the whole time watching Yoongi act

It's easy for him to act sexy because he fucking is

The smirks, the withering glares, the coy glances

The way he walked down from the throne turned me on

After filming inside the palace and the balcony, everything moves outside to the courtyard

I watch Yoongi lip sync rapping

He's so good at it

His facial expressions and movements are amazing

In between takes the cameras go up to him and the cameraman asks him questions which he answers

Probably for a behind the scenes video that will be uploaded after the video is released

They did this yesterday and when they were filming before

Yoongi actually did an interview yesterday too about the video and the song

I didn't know a music video was so involved

When that finishes, the hair stylist calls Yoongi and does his hair into a half up, half down style

The whole time he's next to me as much as he can be

The director calls him again and he gets up, telling me he'll be right back

When he comes back, he tells me he has a small break

"Are you hungry jagi?"

"Yes", I answer

I'm actually really hungry

He smiles at me, "C'mon hungry baby"

------------------------------------

After we eat, it's time for the sword dance

I'm so fucking excited

To see him in the costume actually doing it

I can't wait

I watch him take some pictures with an intimidating expression

He looks scary but he's such a soft teddy bear

His duality is crazy

He spends a few minutes, swinging the sword around, I guess getting used to it

The director calls to begin and the music comes on

Yoongi starts and I watch open mouthed

He bends his knees and thrusts the sword then turns around swinging the sword in front of him, then pulls it behind him

He practiced so much and he does every move so gracefully and flawlessly

He swings the sword in front of him again, bringing it over his head and pointing it straight out

Then he uses both hands to grip the hilt, slicing down to the side

God he's so cool

My boyfriend is fucking cool and amazing

He swings the sword, spin jumping once, twice, swinging the sword again

Oh my fuck

If I could, I'd jump on him right now, fuck him until we're both sore

He's been so tired the last few days, passing out as soon as we get home or out of the shower

So there's been no sex

But I'm going to fix that tonight

After a few more takes he finishes and comes over to rewatch the footage

He pulls me to him, standing behind me with his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder

"Was it good jagi?", he whispers as we watch the footage

"Of course. You're Agust D, Min Suga Genius. Of course it's good"

He bursts out laughing, kissing my cheek, "You're so fucking adorable."

"I try", I tease

"You don't have to. It comes naturally"

I giggle, as I feel more kisses on my cheek

"Ahem", the director says

Yoongi stops kissing me, clearing his throat

"Yes?"

"So this is great footage and we won't need to film this again"

Yoongi nods, "What's next to shoot?"

"Nothing. We're done"

"Alright"

Yoongi thanks the director and everyone, then takes my hand bringing me back to the dressing room

"I'm going get all this off ok and we can go"

I nod, "Ok baby"

He comes closer to me, leaning to my ear, "And when we get home, I'm going to take care of the problem between your legs. All night"

I gulp, nodding in excitement

"I love you", he whispers

"I love you", I answer

He kisses my cheek then I watch him walk away, eager to get home and get the night started

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Yoongi POV

"Yoongi!", she cries, her hips moving against my face as I tongue fuck her

I already made her cum twice with my tongue, working on a third

I kept my word and I'm taking care of the problem I made between her legs

Which I'm happy to fix

Keeping her legs wide open, I slide out of her hole, lavishing her clit with soft sucks then dip back into her pulsing hole

I love feeling her pussy throb on my tongue making me eager to get her throbbing on my cock

I move my tongue in and out a few more times, shoving in as far as I can, wiggling around

She moans my name, coming around my tongue

Her legs shake around my head, her fingers twisting my hair as she keeps me against her coming pussy

Her sweet cream pours into my mouth and I eagerly swallow all of it

"Mmm baby, you're cunt is my favorite thing to eat"

"Fuck Yoongi", she moans

"So good jagi. My pussy always feeds me so well", I praise her

"Mmm hmm", she whimpers

Pulling away, I sit up, turning her over

She moves on her hands and knees, her pretty pussy on display for me

I spread her lips open, watching her hole pulse around nothing, dripping so much juice

"Fuck, I'm gonna stuff this hole so we'll jagi. Wreck you, fuck the life from you"

"Yes Yoongi, please!", she cries

Shoving my cock inside her, I bottom out in one stroke with her screaming in pleasure

Her cunt immediately pulses around me, latching on tightly

I take the time to admire the way her pussy lips look wrapped around my cock, her little slit straining so much

"God baby, you're pussy looks so good stuffed with my cock"

"Wanna be good for you", she whines, "Please fuck me naekkeo"

Not wasting another second, I start moving, in and out of her warm cunt, splitting her wide open on my length

"Yes baby yes. Fuck faster! Harder", she yells

Opening her legs more, I bang her hard, watching her cream my cock so well

"So much cream jagi. Love it"

She just moans, taking the pounding I'm giving her

"Such a tight pussy for me. Do you like getting ruined on my cock?"

"Love it!", she cries, her body shaking

I hit her spot, plunging deep inside her over and over, her spasms getting faster

"Yoongi, I'm gonna cum"

"Yes baby", I urge her, "Fall apart around my cock jagi"

"Oh god, Yoongi", she moans, her pussy so tight as she cums

Sheer pleasure hits me hard as her cunt orgasms on me

"Yes jagi! Fuck, yes suck my cock", I yell, squeezing her hips hard, "Fuck I don't know what's better at sucking my cock, your cunt or your mouth"

Both are equally as pleasurable

I watch her cream pour from her cunt, dripping onto the bed

I fuck her harder, through her orgasms, wrapping my arm around her waist, fingers pressed into her clit

When my fingers rub her bump she screams loudly, wetting me so much

Sheathing my cock inside her, I grind against her spot, moving my hips in a circle while I play with her clit

"Yoongi! Don't stop!"

I'm not

I know she likes this just as much when I fuck her

She loves rocking on my cock when she's on top and I can do it for her too

"Yoongi! Yoo-", she shouts, her words cutting off, just screams falling from her mouth

My cock and pelvis get soaked, my eyes on her squirting pussy

"Yes good girl. Gush for me baby", I demand, moving my fingers faster as I begin to thrust into her again

Her squirt flies everywhere but I don't care

I just want her to keep squirting

The first time she did, I was so fucking turned on, I fucked her for hours after

And it turns me on every time to see her cunt gush

When she stops, she moves, sliding her cunt up and down my shaft

I stop moving, letting her fuck my cock, watching her slit split open for me, feeling the bliss she's giving me

"Mmm baby. Can't get enough of my cock huh?"

"Never", she pants, going faster

She hits her spot, crying loudly, then continues to fuck herself there

"Such a good girl, using my cock to get off"

"Mmm hmm", she moans, "Gonna cum on your perfect cock"

"Yeah baby, gimme that cream", I murmur, feeling myself getting close

"Oh god naekkeo!", she moans, coming on my dick

She keeps moving during her orgasms, slamming back into me over and over, her cunt throbbing so hard

And throwing me into an orgasm, ecstasy blinding me

"Joanne! Jagi! Oh fuck", I yell, grabbing her hips and holding her on my cock as I shoot my load deep inside her tight pulsing pussy

It feels fucking amazing, her cunt milking my cock for everything I have

When the pleasure ebbs, I pull out of her, collapsing next to her

She lays down, turning and cuddling into me

"I love you", she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek, making my heart bursts in happiness

I swear I will never get tired of hearing that

"I love you Jo", I tell her, wrapping my arms around her, moving my fingers in her hair

She yawns, her arms around me as I pull the blanekt over us

We're both tired and we need sleep after getting up early today

Shutting the lamp off, I settle into bed with her, kissing her forehead

"Night jagi"

"Night naekkeo"

I close my eyes, so comfortable wrapped in my jagi's arms

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

1 year later

Yoongi POV

Joanne is fixing the black bandana that's across my forehead

"Hurry baby. You have to go back on stage in a few minutes "

She fixes my hair and smooths out my clothes

"Everything's ok?", I ask

"Yeah baby. Perfect. My king", she teases

She grabs the sword off the table handing it to me

"Hold on jagi", I tell her, reaching in my pocket

Now's the time

I'm crazy for doing it now but I'm back in the Daechwita clothes

It's part of the concert tonight

Daechwita today, Chicken Noodle Soup tomorrow

My song, this outfit, the sword reminds me of the first time we said I love you

It has so much more meaning for me than I ever thought it could be

"Yoongi?"

I open the box with one hand, then look at her

She's holding the sword out to me

Instead I kneel down on one knee

"Yoongi....what the fuck are you doing?"

I can't help but laugh

Classic Joanne response

I hold the box up to her with the ring I had made just for her

"What the fuck are you doing?", she gasps, her hand going over her mouth

The fingers in her other hand turn white as she grips the hilt of the sword so hard

"Well, I'm asking you to marry me"

I sound confident but I'm scared

I know she loves me just as much as I love her

But marriage is different from a relationship

Marriage is a huge change, huge commitment

I'm ready and I hope she is too

"I love you Jo. So much. I'd take the time to tell you all the things I love about you but I kinda have to perform in a minute"

She giggles and I feel myself relax a little

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never want to let you go jagi and I won't. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me Jo? Be my queen?"

"Yes Yoongi. Of course yes!", she yells excitedly

Pure euphoria fills me

She said yes

She's going to marry me

She's going to be my wife

This is one of the best moments of my life

I stand up quickly, crashing my lips to hers in a huge kiss

Her arms wrap around my neck, holding me close as she kisses me back

"Yoongi! C'mon!", Namjoon calls

I pull away from her and quickly put the ring on her finger

I cup her face, looking in her eyes

"Tonight baby. We'll celebrate tonight"

She nods, tears in her eyes, "Yeah baby. Ok. I love you"

"I love you so much", I answer

I kiss her again, Namjoon yelling for me

"Go baby", she whispers, putting the sword in my hand

She kisses me quickly and I leave, jogging to the stage

I quickly sit down on the throne and school my features to make it look like I'm disinterested in everything

But inside, it's the opposite

I'm so happy and I can't wait to be with her later

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J POV

I watch Yoongi on stage from the side of the stage, sitting in the throne as the music for Daechwita starts

My heart is overjoyed

I'm engaged

To Min, Yoongi, Suga, Agust D

He wants me for the rest of his life

I'm literally on cloud nine

The love of my life wants me forever

I had no idea he was going to do that

Not at all

I was shocked to hell

And right before he had to go back on stage

Saying no was never an option

Never

I'm ready to be married to Yoongi

Oh god he's going to be my husband

Holy shit

Fucking awesome

I love him so much, so much more than I ever loved anything

I watch the guys rap Yoongi's song as he sits on his throne, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world

He's so freaking handsome

And funny and just the best

God I'm so happy

I look down at the ring

It's beautiful, simple and it glitters beautifully in the sun

He knows me to a T because I love the ring so much

It's everything I could ever want

He's everything I could ever want

My naekkeo

I raise my eyes back to the stage, watching Hobi rapping

Yoongi stands up after Hobi finishes and starts rapping

"I'm a king, I'm a boss"

That line reminds me that he asked me to be his queen

I giggle in my hand

He's so cute

He's my king so it fits that I'm his queen

When the song ends, I watch Yoongi take off his bandanna and his Daechwita clothes on the stage

God, he even makes taking a jacket off a sexy act

He turns his head towards me and mouths I love you

I mouth it back to him and he smiles

He's so beautiful

And he's mine

I smile widely, watching him during the next song, excited for our future

I know that as long as Yoongi is with me it's going to be perfect

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quellmythirst · 2 years

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The Week-long Seminar - Day 7 - Staying

Summary: You tell Billy your staying, he takes it very well.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Billy Russo

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, piv, fingering, chocking, over stim, teasing, fluff.

Part 6

“Shit. Why did I bring so much stuff with me?” You think, loading your suitcase full of the clothes strewn around the hotel room. You’re nearly halfway through packing all the tech into a bag when there is a knock at your door. Glancing down at your phone, the light searing into your eyes. Shit it's 1am. You still haven't heard from Billy, maybe he's still asleep and you'll be able to get back before he even notices you're gone? You can only hope.

“Ms Van Dyne,” opening the door to greet her, “are you free now?”

“Ye- what is that?” She exclaims, taking your chin in her hand and tilting your face up. Her eyes growing wide as she stares at the marks on your neck.

“Oh, I ah-” raising your hand to your neck trying to cover the bruising. “It's nothing.”

“Doesn't look like nothing, “she squints, releasing your face and holding out her hand, “come with me.” Hope gestures for you to sit on the couch before moving to the bathroom, “I figured this trick out after Scott got out of house arrest. Dad did not need to see that,” she laughs, bringing out a cool cloth and something crushed in a bowl.

“You?”

“Oh, no honey. Scott. He was- I got a bit carried away,” Hope winks at you.

“What is that?” you ask, nodding at the bowl in her hand.

“It'll stop the swelling,” she rubs the damp cloth into the powder, “did he do this to you?”

“Who? I don't know what you mean?” You try to lie but she's spent the last few years with you at her side, there was no way she was buying it.

“Ah huh. So you haven't been seeing that warmonger asshole behind my back for months?” She smirks at you when you make a face, “that's what I thought. He do this to you?”

“Yeah, but-”

“But you liked it,”

“Yeh I did.”

“And is he the reason you're staying?”

“Part of it.”

“Well, I guess I can't hate him for that. Still though, if he ever hurts you in a way you don't like, you call me. I know people in this city and I'm just a flight away.”

“I think I'll be good, but I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Hope.”

“Right, that should do it,” she says, leaning back and staring at the orange line along your neck. “Let's get to it then,” she smiles, sitting on the couch next to you. Hope flick’s the folder open, pointing out the details of your move and what your new position is going to entail. Apparently she had booked the hotel room until your apartment was ready, but you had a better idea on where you want to stay for a week or two. Your hand starts to cramp up and your eyes ache after hours and hours of signing and initially all the paperwork. Hope checks and rechecks that she has everything in order, a wave of panic on her face when she notices the time on her watch.

“I need to get going, but just call if you need anything,” Hope says, shrikning her own bags down and tucking them into her pocket. Then helping you carry your bags to the lobby, “anything. I mean it,”

“Yes Ma'am, I'll call if I need you.”

“Good, and-”

“Yes I'll tell Billy that you threatened his life.”

“Perfect,” she pulls you into a tight hug before hopping into the taxi and leaving you alone on the sidewalk.

This is it. You think, setting your bags down outside Billy's door. Hopefully he's up, though it's doubtful, the sun was barely over the horizon.

You take a deep breath before you knock on the door. You press an ear up to the door, hearing a lot of shuffling and clanking behind the door. You knock again, still no answer. You're just about to give up and head back to the hotel when the door opens.

His triumphant grin shines down at you, some- what even is that? You reach to brush whatever it is from his shoulders but his arms wrap around your middle and lift's you into the air. “You’re back!” his hands hold you tight as he kisses you softly.

“Yeah, I said in my note I was coming back,” you shake your head, wondering why he would've thought otherwise.

“I saw the note, but-” he puts you down, finally noticing the bags behind you, “people leave notes and never come back sometimes.” His voice is soft and almost vulnerable when he admits it, staring at your bags.

“Well-” you widen your arms- “I came back! Here I am and I have a favor to ask,”

“Anything,” he takes your hand kissing you again, “whatever you want.”

“You don't even know what it is yet?” you shake your head at him, “What if I want you to kill a guy?”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” he shrugs.

“Billy,” you hit him playfully, rolling your eyes.

“Don't care, if it means you're not leaving, I'll do whatever I can.”

“So I can stay?” You peer up at him with hope in your eyes. He did just agree to perform a hit for you, so you suppose asking to stay at his apartment really wasn’t a lot.

“Seriously? You want to stay here,” he brushes past you, picking up your bags, “that's the stupidest thing you've ever said,” he starts walking, heading to what you know to be his bedroom, “'sif I'd ever let a woman move in with me,” he opens the door to the closet, “she’d get her girly shit all over my nice neat bachelor pad,” he unzips your bag dumping the contents into his closet, “you'd have to be mad to think I wanted that,” he finally turns scooping you up into his arms and pressing you into the wall

“You’re right, that would be crazy of me,” you laugh as he presses kisses into your neck before pulling back.

“What is that?” He asks, staring at the home remedy Hope had used on you, “it tastes like oranges,”

“Hope said it would bring the bruising down,”

“Oh, so you want to live in my house and not wear my marks, that it?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“No, she just-”

“I know exactly what to do with you, naughty girl,” he boops the end of your nose as he begins walking. His fingers hooking under your sweater and pulling it over your head. Setting you on the kitchen counter he steps between your legs. Your fingers slip up to his buttoned top and you find more of that strange dust stuff on the collar.

“What is this?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, ripping your pants from your legs, your ass hitting the cold marble of the counter, flinching trying to get off it. “Now, about this shit on your neck,” he runs a cloth under some warm water, gently wiping away the remnants with a tenderness that surprises you. “What's the look for?” he asks, stopping to rinse the cloth so he can continue.

“What look? I’m not doing a look,”

“Hmm..” his eyes glance up at you, letting you get away with it for now.

“What was that?” you ask, when you hear something hit the wooden floor.

“Told you not to worry about it,” he drops the cloth in the sink, his hand warm from the water skimming up your legs and spreading them further apart. “Why don’t I give you something else to focus on, huh?” he swipes his fingers through your pussy, “Fuck, Baby. You’ve only been here 15 minutes and your dripping,”

“Love feeling your hands on me,” you pant, arching up towards his hands. Wrapping your own behind him and squeezing his tight ass.

“That all you want to feel?” his thumb starts flicking over your clit as those long fingers fill you and you let out a loud moan. He pumps his fingers in and out, his free hand ripping your bra from you and pressing his hardness into your leg. You lean back on your elbows, watching as he fucks you on his hand. Not noticing him scanning your features, searching for the spot that will make your eyes roll back into your skull.

His other hand works fast to shove his pants down, while you're chasing your high. “Fuck, baby. You’re stunning,” he growls, smirking when he sees your eyes roll. He presses in hard on that spot, while his thumb continues it's work on your clit, “Soak me, Come on Baby. Cum for me,” You were almost there, when your eyes meet you see your hunger reflecting in his, “Cum, Cum Baby,” your pleasure washes over you. Billy’s fingers not stopping until your body begins to shake.

You let out a sigh, relaxing your body against the cool marble when you feel him nudge at your pussy. His thick cock grazing your entrance, your shiver. Your sensitive pussy sending jolt of pleasure all over you, “Going to fuck you now Baby. You ready?” you give him a small nod, unsure if you even had a voice left. “Good girl,” in a flash his hands move from your thighs to your hips, flipping you over so your spread over the counter, your ass sticking out at him. “Much better,” he slaps your ass, “That’s for leaving,” he growls leaning his body over yours, “And this,” he slams his cock into your drenched pussy, “Is for coming back,” a low moan escaping his lips as your pussy begins to convulse around him.

“So fuckin full,” your voice breathless as he begins to rut into you. Your hands grip the other side of the counter, holding on for dear life.

“Full of me. How you should always be,” he starts sucking into your neck, his lips covering the marks that had faded and remaking them. Fuck, he's hitting you in all the right places, knows exactly how to break you and how to play. Your heads spinning, but you keep moaning and screaming his name. The soft scratch of his beard sends shivers down your spine when he bites back into you. The veins on his hand hard when he shoves 2 fingers in your mouth. You suck down, welcoming the distraction from all the fog in your head. "Bite down on them, Baby," moaning when your teeth stab into him, pounding into you even harder, the sound excites something deep in your tummy, “Fuck, are you going to cum again?” you start to flutter around him and your legs start to shake.

“Yes!”

“Then do it,” his balls hit your clit, sending you over the edge, your brain starts to fry and you shake, splutter, losing your vision for a second, Billy's pace not slowing. He's to busy savoring every drop of your pleasure.

“Such a good little whore,” he flips you again, your back hitting the counter and your eyes loll shut. Your mouth agape as you try to peer up at him.

His fingers grasp your neck, holding your head up, “Oh, Baby. You look so tired, but we’re not finished until I’m done with you,” he picks up your legs, wrapping them around his middle. Capturing your hands in his one as he holds them above your head, “You’re going to cum again for me,”

“Too much,” you plead, your brain going foggy and your eyes glazing over with exhaustion.

“I know you can take it. You got at least one more for me? Or do you want me to stop?”

“Don't stop,” you pant, not really sure if you can without passing out, but you’re willing to try.

“That’s my girl,” he eases into you slowly, his eyes rolling back at your pussy already clinging to him, “You ok there?” he asks, holding your head up so he can make sure he doesn't push you to far. His cock slowly fucks in and out of you. His other hand toys with your nipple, his tongue darting down to flick over it.

“FuCk yes,”

“Baby,”

“Billy,”

“I don’t think I can hold back much longer with you looking up at me like that,”

“L-ke Wh-t?” your words are disjointed and breathy.

“Like the cock drunk little mess you are,”

“I’m n-t” you pout at him, tightening your legs around him and pulling him closer.

“Fuck, I need you to cum with me,” he leans down, capturing your lips softly in his. His pelvis grinds into you, his tongue circling in your mouth, “Please cum with me,” he moans into your mouth. Releasing your hands he clasps your hips holding you still, his pace spluttering, “Fuck!” He growls, your pussy sucking him in hard, clasping around him tighter than he has ever felt and you feel your brain go white and stars start to fill your vision. His cum empties inside you, painting your insides, fucking it deep into you.

“Fuck me,” he breaths an exhausted sigh, leaning on the counter beside you. He brushes some hair from your face, looking down at you with affection. “Can you move?”

You shake your head, fluttering your eyes shut when your cheek hits the cold marble. “Live here now,”

“That’s right, Sweetheart,” he scoops you up in his arms, planting a soft kiss on your forehead and laying you down on top of him on the couch. “You’re all mine now,”

“Billy,” you relax back into his arms, letting out a soft yawn, “I think I might like you more than a friend,”

“Oh really?” he asks, tilting your head up so he can see your face, “Just a bit more?”

“Yeah, I-” something shiny falls from somewhere, and you see Billy's hand reach out and snatch it from the air, “What the fuck?”

“I ah- didn’t cope well with you leaving,” he admits, showing you the knife in his hand and pointing it up. It's then you notice the blade shaped holes in the ceiling.

“Did you throw knives into the roof because you missed me?” you turn over so you can see him better.

“Only a few,”

“Billy Russo, were you upset that I might leave?”

“No. I was furious.``He takes your face in his hand, his thumb that still smells of your cum caresses your cheek, you lean into his touch, “I want, wanted you to stay.”

“Why’s that?” you take a strand of his hair in your fingers twirling around and behind his ear.

“Sweetheart, I lov-”

“Don’t say it,” you put your fingers to his lips, “like you said, I’m to cockdrunk to be coherent right now,”

“Get some rest.” he smooths your hair out, patting you down while his fingers graze your back “We can talk about it later,”

“I forgot to tell you,” you mumble, half asleep and snuggling into Billy’s chest, “Hope said if you hurt me, she’ll come here herself to kill you,”

“She’s certainly welcome to try,”

AN: Is this the end for our happy pair of dorks? Yes? Maybe. I'm low key kinda wrung out at the moment, so i may take a little break.

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the-prophecy · 1 year

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hey diti, guess who?

yeah "kid" here 🙄. first of all, sorry for not letting you know before deactivating (ik i always told you before and shared the url of my new account too) but well, this time, unfortunately i no longer plan to return back.

there are a few reasons...some private and some ig you already know (refer to that memories wala post ka screenshot I had sent. yup, now you know). I really dont owe anyone an explanation but well, here goes.

whenever i used to post, i had to recheck stuff at least 20 times before posting (yeah i still kept the typos cuz ppl loved them ig) and id get anon messages of why am i posting shit (which is one of the reasons why I had anons open like for only half a day on the last blog) and whenever i didnt post, people would still have a problem.

and well, call me a bitch for the next reason but it sucks when you send someone messages and you get zero response back (yup, still had zero response before deactivating) but you see them answeing asks and reblogging posts and shitposting etc etc. It sucks when you were there for them when they needed someone and now they arent there for you when you needed them the most.

so yeah that was 2 of my many reasons for "poofing" .

to the people who would say "its not gonna be the same" well it will. think if this as the aftermath of a hurricane. sure you need time but you do get back on your feet. If desiblr could survive without me all these years, it can survive now too.

and well, ig it would help if yall forget me. (except my haters, keep doing black magic so that i die soon before i turn 20 next year) .

and diti, you are an amazing person ok? and i mean it. without you, idek how i would have survived the last few months. and good luck for your exams! GET THAT DEGREE YOU QUEEN (and hopefully you get your man too but remember, having a partner or not having a partner doesnt matter for the only person who is responsible for your success is you)

Adios!

~Cleo

I wanna literally go all feral cat on u and scratch scratch ok i literally cried WTF bro i leave for one day i feel so betrayed yet ilysm ok take care pls

I'VE TOLD U HUNDREDS OF TIME don't see how people see you they'll always be jealous of you being famous but like you have reasons and I'm no one to say anything

Who's this person DON'T U DARE TELL ME YOU'RE LEAVING ME AND TUMBLR bc of one person I'll kill u and find that person and kill them too you are making me angry now THIS IS DUMB CLEO COME BACK I'LL LITERALLY DIE WITHOUT OUR DAILY TEA SESHS😭😭😭

We literally can't ok i fucking can't ok i thought you'll return in a day this is cheating not accepted you can't leave without a proper goodbye I'LL CHAMAT YOU ZOOR SEE

You're making me cry😭😭 ilysm ok stay in touch plzzz plz plzz I'm begging

#ily dumbass #and I'll seriously personally hunt u down if u say goodbye like this

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crimeboys · 7 months

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First impression: Nervous as shit. Absolutely Shaking /j. I saw your name spoken on everyone else's personal posts as I was getting into DSMPblr and I was like who is this guy that literally Everyone knows, then I find you and I was like... well, let me specify you never did anything specific to intimidate me but I think you all are Very cool people with rich online lives.

Now that we've gotten to talk back and forth some I feel like I actually got a chance to see into you and see what you want to create, like- I loved your content before, but now that I'm dipping into your creative work, I feel a bit more like I don't have to check and recheck every ask I send you to make sure I didn't say some weird shit (again, that'll just be the anxiety, yr doing fine)

New impression: I think you're funny as fuck and you really think about who your favorite characters truly are and what they're about, and I admire that

WHAT THE HELL THANK YOU… strange to think im like known by people and people see their posts about me outside of my knowledge LMAO like not in a bad way just in a Oh! I exist to people i don’t even know! way. glad to know you think i’m funny and thoughtful, thank you so much :]

#asks #maybe0rdinary

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kimberleysong · 1 year

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[note] The character in here was my in this story was my oc allen in uncanny valley series I mostly write for fun so if you're reading this enjoy! ^^

It was my first time that I have step into this place. Uncanny valley, mainly because I had some businesses to do here. Someone had hand me a missing person case at my office and there are where a quite a few of them and I need to investigate this mystery that is my job. The sound of a hissing bus snapped me out of my thought signaling that I should go now. I took a big breath and sighed as I took my luggage it was quite heavy. This case will be solved depending on clue and evidence until then I will staying here not until I solve the case so I will be staying with a friend that live here for a couple of week or month

As I walked my detective senses is tingling and tell me that I have being watch. Someone was keeping an eye on me at the moment I step out of the bus whoever is not usually good sign after all I do have some experience. This time I won't let my guard down I refuse to let my guard down. This place was a bit weird it felt weird but I couldn't point out what it is it was quite a strange feeling. I felt that my stomach were rumbling I was very hungry at the time what was the the last time I ate? Probably a couple of hours ago. I want to grab some food at a cafe but the feeling of uneasiness is getting to me reminded me that I was feeling watch I bet that someone will jump at me and kill me before I could get a meal while I was alone and vulnerable so having a companion would be nice to lower the risk of someone of me getting attack

. . .

Finally I have arrived my friend apartment it a pretty decent apartment to live in actually I rechecked the address on my phone making sure it was the correct address before knocking it it was the correct address. I knocked the door and call my friend name "hello Kris? It me Allen open the door" nobody's home did they're asleep? Or he when out did they forgot that I come over to his apartment? I knocked but louder this time "Kris,this is Allen open up the door" no one answer AGAIN I couldn't help but let out a frustrating groan. I was tired from the bus ride and felt like my back started to hurt after a long time of sitting in the bus "I should call him" I take out my phone and started dialing Kris phone number

....ring ring

...........ring ring

...................ring ring *beep*

Someone pick it up i thought I would be greeted by the word 'hello' or 'hi' but instead I was greeted by this distorted sound that I can't describe by word it freak me out a little bit since I couldn't shake of this feeling of being watched earlier. *Beep* Then someone hang the phone

"H̷̨̞͍̽̀E̸̢̬̙̠ͅ͏L̫̊̏L̸̛̛͓̾ͭ͟͟Ȍ̶̷̡̧̙͟͝"

a sudden hello made me flinch and turned back it was...Kris? "God damnit Kris you scared the shit out of me! don't sneak up behind me ever again" he scratch his head "ahaha- I'm sorry Allen it just I wanted to do that all these year and I need to find the perfect opportunity and my strategie must be flawless!" I face palm and gave Kris an annoy work and pointed the door "hurry up and open the door I'm tired" he tilted his head and gave a silly little smile

"ah! I lost my key how silly of me"

"oh of course you did..."

"but no worries! I have a lock pick!"

He go toward the door and started to unlock it I hope he know what he's doing or else I'm going to sit here for about hours before I could get into his house miraculously the door open finally when did he learn the skill to lockpicking i started to think it not the first time he lost his keys "open sesame! Come in!" Wait... Something not right every fiber of my body is telling me not to go inside but something was pulling me in like a magnet I got some bad feelings from this I look at Kris who's looking at me "what wrong Allen?" I shake my head snapping out of my thoughts "no no nothing" I enter his home the sound of the door was closing behind me and all I saw is nothing.... it was pitch black maybe it was due to my eyes expose to bright light outside when I go to the dark place I saw nothing... I went blind there's also like this some sort of weird smell it has a distinctive mentalic smell similar to rust? I tried to not think of it much my main goal is to turn on the light "Kris where the light switch?" I lead onto the wall on for some guidance hoping I wasn't lost in this pitch black maze "it was on the left" I make my way to the light switch and tried not to bump into anything I touch the wall hoping I would find a light switch "found it..." I flip the switch and I saw a horrifying sight it was a corpse and it body are twisted and mangle in such inhuman way leaving it face completely unharmed that face... That face is Kris? Then if that is Kris then who is the 'OTHER KRIS?' that I talk to I turned around and the 'THE OTHER KRIS' his grin was noticeably become wider and the teeth becoming yellower so are his eye and I noticed that his hair was moving around like it was sentient what was that 'thing?' he impersonated Kris,look like Kris and even sound like Kris I tried to find some logical explanation but my mind when blank nothing make sense. nothing. Whatever this entity was it was up to no good

"a̭̳͉͈ͅḧ̦̲̦̖͈̼̤-̙̋͆̎ ̶͎̅̐́̑͢I̻͎̗͚̒̊͑̇͝ ̲̩͙̩̤ͦͯ͊ḟ̨ͪ̓o͕̪̫͔̎͡r̶̢͚͌g̵̫̜̼̩̙̘̈́͒͌o͍̗̦̹̬̹̿͌ͬͅṫ̥̬̰̙̘̀͠ ̳͕ͧ̏̑͌t͔̱̱̭̞̘ͮo̐́̆͝ ͖͕̙̻̓̂̒c̱̺͕̳̙̆̃̐̚̕ͅl͜e͓̝͇̯̬̠̲͒̕a̫͕͖̣͂͢n ̭̱̖̮̬̹̙̈́̀͠ȗ͔̓̅p̸̟̯̬̭͉̎͐̑̓͡ ͙̗̒̾ͩͫ͞w̸̯̒ͥ̈́͂h̤̗̜̹͇̹ͧ̿͏a̝͈͓̺͕̥ͫ̿̅͌̕͞ţ̸͒ ̶̠̔̅̀a̸͍͚̦̟ͣͪ͊ ̴͙̼̹̥͓̹̃͒ͅs͖̿ḩ̮̠͍͈͉͚̜̾ͭ̐̆ȁ̱̺̺̩̳̱̝̾ͪͨm̸̪̝̞̔ͦͅ͏ĕͭ̄̍͘,̙̰̳̮̹̘̃ͣ̈͌͘͞ͅ ̨̝̮͇̺ͪ͐ͫg̨̱̝̲͇̘̈͝ṵ͇̪̝̝͔̕é͕͏s̙̣͍͚͈̣̎͊͌͏͟s̼̱̻͖̑̊̔͡ ̝̲̥͓̟̊ͥͦ͝p̻̠̖̺͔̘̫͆͛l͕̖͉̅̉̓͟a͎̰͔̫͚̺͍͗̀̀y̶̬̭̮͙̺͚̳͑̾ț̦̗͚̈i͇͔̥̺̼̙ͯ͑̈́ͅm̶̨̼͍͈ͦ̿ȩ͂͌̌̈ ͭo̴͎̻ͯ͜v͇̙͍̮̜ͮe̺̟͔̳̜̣̭͋ͨ́rͯͧ"

That was the word that came out of this entity mouth I slowed reach my pocket and tried grabbing my gun that I carried but I can't found it anywhere. my body was parylize my mind was telling me to run but my body wouldn't the entity come closer and closer to me my heart was beating fast it felt my heart would jump out of chest. Now the entity look different in a blink of an eye they're no longer Kris is this the entity really form? Their yellow eye was staring at me unblinking he touch my shoulder and come closer to my ear

"d̦̪̫ͤ̏ǫ̩͒̍́ ͓͕̖ͩͦ͢͡y̺͈͖̪̕̕o̸̡̲͖̊u̵͖̗ ̸̺̩̮̼̭͚͔ͩr̼̪͈̻̜ͬͮͬ́͠ê͉͙͎ͅm͚̟̹̝͖̳̱ͥͬͧe͓͍̲͙̫ͤ̋͐̂m̮̦͖͒͌̋͆͡b̶̢̹̳̝̬͎̮ͮ̓͌ẻ̦̮̫ͮ͘͡r̯̖̞̞̼̝̰ ̫͍̪̭̥͑̉̓͢͞w̢͈̭̪͛ͮ̍ͦ͟h̻̯̘̼͇̦̝̆̑̏͡ỏ͍̯̥̟̩͖ͥ͂ ̎ͣ̒́I̔̓ͯͣ ͖͙̙̹͓̑a͉͖͔̣̥̰̿ͦ̉̃m̞͕̖̳̮̝̾́?̶͕̘̼́̇̇ͅ"

...*Beep beep*

...........*beep beep*

....................*beep beep*

You woke up and looked at your alarm with a sweaty face

"thank god that was a dream"

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