#bless me daddy for I'm about to sin

[xavierck]

An old piece of fanart based on @explodikid’s Father Aaron from Covenant

#covenant #covenant webtoon #bless me daddy for I'm about to sin

[visforvengeance]

Downright Iconic

Requested by: No One :)

Notes: helllllo! ok so i lovelovelove rafe and i've been seeing you guys do like a southern gothic type thing so I wanted to try as a southern (Georgia and texas) woman myself. so let me just say I am an atheist that grew up with a highly Christian family. I became an atheist when I was like 14 so idk too many bible verses and I'm sorry if anything is in accurate. I'm just sacrilegious af, like this story oh man. ok this is very much xblack reader based so idk read it or don't. this is heavily HEAVILY ethel cain coded, specifically gibson girl and western nights. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Pairing: rafe cameron x black!southern reader

Warnings: oh man there's so many warnings omg ok. dacryphilia. hinted somnophilia, sexual religious themes, unprotected sex, graphic graphic graphic, degradation (slut, whore, etc), actual slut shaming, I was high while writing most of this and it went berserk. um it's 4k words of porn without plot. i didn't proofread. I don't remember all of the warnings so please read at your own risk!

You sat in the front row of your church, along with your family and others who were important to society. There was your family, the Pastor’s family, the Camerons (Ward Cameron is the mayor of your quaint little town). The Thorntons and the Carreras. Your father’s voice boomed throughout the small church as he recited Proverbs 3:5-6. Kiara’s father had asked him to speak on keeping up your faith after he learned of his daughter’s betrayal. 

She was caught dillydallying with that little blonde boy from the more southern parts of town. Her reputation took quite a hit when everyone found out. It nearly cost her family their business, if it weren’t for the closeness they shared with the Camerons, they’d have faced total ruin. 

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably as you looked over at your friend. She kept her head down and her hands in her lap while the grip her father held on her wrist visibly tightened. You wanted to go and comfort her, but you knew your mother would disapprove. When she found out about the news, she banned you from ever even looking at Kiara again. Which was hard because she was your greatest friend. Despite your mother’s wishes, you still hung around her. You were her rock whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on, you defended her from those who called her foul names and turned on her. 

Your eyes trailed over to the Cameron family. They all sat in their crisp and brightly colored Sunday’s best. Your eyes looked over the eldest child in the family, Rafe. He was a wild child, a true force to be reckoned with. Star athlete at your university, the town’s sweetheart. The boy your mama would be proud to call her son-in-law. The golden child. There was no better American teen than Rafe Cameron. Until the sun goes down and he’s the devil that lurks in the streets. 

Rafe was a notorious party animal. He’s single-handedly why your town has a curfew in the first place. Despite his daddy being the mayor and constantly under public scrutiny, everyone under the age of 27 knew what Rafe Cameron got into. The parties, the drugs and alcohol, premarital sex, he did all of it. 

The two eldest Cameron children were very sneaky. Sarah, who was more like her brother than she’d like to admit, was just as wild. For starters, she was dating one of those pogues. There’s nothing worse than dating a pogue around these parts. She claimed that they were in love and planned on leaving when they got the chance. You’d just nod and pet her hair, bless her heart. You weren’t a fan of slutshaming but if you looked up the very definition of a slut, there’d be a picture of Sarah sitting prettily. You didn’t know how the purity necklace Ward had gotten her hadn’t broken and melted to the ground from her sinful ways. But, you loved her nonetheless. 

Since you were 13 and could no longer control the urges that came with being a growing girl, there had always been something about Rafe. You had a crush on the older boy for years. You didn’t partake in things like masturbation, but on days where you nearly gave in, thoughts of Rafe ran across your mind. His toned body hovered above yours while his breath fanned over your features. He was between your legs, grinding against you so slowly that you felt everything he had to offer. 

Mama and daddy hadn’t taught you about sex yet. They always said that it was something you’d learn about when the time came. So, you didn’t know how vaginas and penises worked and how babies were made or why sometimes when you were alone, if you thought for too long then your breathing would become heavier and there’s this feeling in your stomach. And, you can’t keep your legs from rubbing together and you’re so hot, god (you’ll repent later), you could die. This unknown feeling gets so intense, but you’re so scared. So, you stop. You say your prayers and go to bed. You don’t tell anyone about these moments of little death. 

Rafe was always indifferent towards you until you turned 16 and your body developed more. And, you were no longer just his annoying little sister’s best friend. Fuck, you were so much more. Your tits practically burst out of your sports bra when he sees you practicing for cheerleading. 17 and your ass was looking too good in your jeans. 18 and the sway of your hips had him on his knees. 

He fucked countless girls dreaming that they were you instead. He just knows your virgin pussy would have him going crazy. He knew about your crush on him from one of the times you were talking to Kie while Sarah was out. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish you were in his arms too. But, something in him was holding him back. He never knew what and didn’t bother to try and figure it out. He wasn’t going to for a good long while. 

When you looked over at Rafe to discover he was already looking at you, your eyes widened and you immediately looked back at your father. Rafe felt his smirk grow. He spent his days in church daydreaming about bending you over and fucking you right in front of everyone and Jesus Christ himself. He laughed when he thought about the times he didn’t burst into flames. 

He tuned out the preaching as he imagined what your tits would like while he drenched your top in the holy water before him. He imagined it was you saying those prayers while you’re stupid crying on his cock, a girl like you should be praying to the correct god. Rafe wanted you so badly. He decided that he was done wasting time. He’d marry you and make you his pretty little housewife if he had to. He had to stop before the very thought of you being pregnant and swollen with his baby made him cum in his pants. 

After church, your father allowed you to hang out with Sarah at Tannyhill. The two of you lounged around by the pool while Rafe and his friends did the same on the opposite side. While you lay around, floating in the pool, you watched as Rafe watched you in the pool. The sunglasses helped tremendously at hiding your line of vision and allowed you to watch him without shame. His eyes trailed all over your body like he was in a trance and couldn’t choose where to look first. 

You sat yourself up on your elbows, tilting your sunglasses down to look at him. When he realized that you were looking at him, he gave you a small smile and a wink. He watched your doe eyes stare back up at him, your bottom lip being pulled in between your teeth while your eyes trailed down his torso. The heat combined with the brightness of the sun cast a light sheen on Rafe’s body. It was making you clench so deliciously around nothing and had you panting like a bitch in heat. 

Rafe chuckled as he inspected your behavior around him, but Sarah’s voice hid it well enough to go unnoticed. “Rafe, let’s have a party,” Sarah suggested. Rafe hardly ever said no to a party. Their parents left a lot so they had parties pretty often. But, you never attended them. Parties weren’t exactly your thing. You’d very much rather stay at home and watch a movie. Or the most adventurous you’d get is trespassing on public park grounds after hours. 

“I’m down. You spread the word and I’ll get the goods.” Sarah nodded as she began to gather her things, you began to make your way out of the water. Rafe eyed your backside while water cascaded down the smooth brown skin. He stood mesmerized with his tongue in his cheek as your ass jiggled behind you. His eyes never left your body while you walked inside the house. He couldn’t wait until he got his hands on you. 

After you and Sarah had settled inside, the two of you chilled inside her room for a bit. “You should come to the party.” Her and Kie always tried to get you to attend one but you always declined their advances. But, Sarah was being very persistent. “Why do you want me to come to your stupid party so bad? I’d feel so out of place. I don’t even have anything to wear.” You tried every excuse you had but Sarah wasn’t budging. “Look. We’re grown-ups now and you can’t just live your life like some virgin loser. You ain’t even had your first kiss yet, darling,” she says as she grabs your face so you’re looking at her. 

She was right. You’ve never been more intimate than holding hands. Your parents put the fear of god in you and it’s buried so far down inside of you, that the only way to purify yourself of it is to die. It’s not like boys hadn’t tried, but you’d push them away faster than they could say ‘hallelujah’. You didn’t know what had gotten into you. These kinds of things never worried you before but this crippling fear of missing out has invaded your brain. 

You stared up at the pale, peachy-colored ceiling and took a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll go,” you mumbled. Sarah began jumping around in excitement, “I still don’t have anything to wear, though. My clothes aren’t very party-like.” You frowned as you thought about your clothing options. They didn’t hug your body or show what you were working with. “Fuck it, we’re going shopping,” Sarah declares as she drags you out of bed. 

She convinced you to get this spicy little number that showed off the parts of your body you adored the most. The two of you rushed back to her house so you could get ready. Rafe had already started setting everything up. You were beyond nervous as you’d never done something like this before, definitely never wore anything like this either. Sarah helped you do your makeup, an hour she spent straddling your waist as she focused. You looked like a different person, you didn't even recognize yourself. It was strange. And, your parents would have a stroke if they saw you now. 

The house was filled before you knew it. Various stood all over with cups in their hands or they’re making out against the wall, to be honest, you were scared. You’d never seen so much vulgarity. You couldn’t believe you let Sarah talk you into this. Never again would you let it happen. She had the audacity to leave you alone and suck faces with John B. and you were pissed. You stood near the island of the kitchen with a solo cup in your hand. You were drinking the alcohol and it left you with an unrecognizable feeling. But it was a good one. The music calmed you, as did the LED lighting surrounding the place. You welcomed its embrace easier than you thought you would. 

You watched over the crowd, continuously drinking as you sat on the counter. It’s been an hour and Sarah still hasn't returned. You feared you looked like a drunken loser. And, you did. Meanwhile, Rafe stood on the other side of the house, directly across from you. His height and your sitting on the counter allowed him to watch you as the hour passed. He battled with whether he should approach you or not. The alcohol in his system lowered his inhibitions and lessened his worries. 

He pushed past the intoxicated groups of bodies and reached you. He stood in between your legs while his hands rested on either side of your thighs. Just like in your dream, you could feel the warmth of his breaths against your skin, you basked in it. He invaded your senses. His scent made you woozier along with the alcohol you consumed, he smelled of hints of beer and Bleu de Chanel. His body heat radiated off of him and onto you, engulfing you like a glove. His blue eyes were all that you could see as his half-lidded eyes looked down at you. If you were sober then you’d be questioning how he was able to tempt you like this. You’d do whatever he wanted of you if he asked. And, he liked it that way. 

“Hey, baby.” Baby? Did he know who he was talking to? “Hi, Rafe.” He fucking loved the way you said his name, he could feel his cock starting to stir in his pants. “My sister ditch you for that little bitch, John B. huh?” He was sweaty and breathing so heavily. It made you wonder what had him like this. But, you nodded and continued to look into his eyes. “You want me to take you upstairs to keep you company?” His fingers were caressing your thigh at this point. His touch burned you but you liked it. That didn’t sound like such a bad idea. “Yeah,” you whispered to him. He helped you off of the counter and held your hand, pulling you upstairs to his bedroom. He absolutely had no intentions of talking, unless it was to talk you right out of this little dress you were wearing that made his dick jump in his shorts. 

Once you were in the quietness of his bedroom, he locked the door behind him. He sat closely next to you on his bed. He eyed your body, focusing on the plushness of your tits that spilled out of your dress. And, your thighs that looked so soft, it made him want to mark them up. Fuck, he had to have you. It made you nervous being under his gaze for this long and this closely. He usually never paid you any attention and now, suddenly, it was all on you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he started. He stared at you intently, practically moving you on top of him. You were hot all over. “Thank you,” you sounded more confused than pleased but Rafe could sense your nervousness and it was turning him on more than he thought was possible. 

His fingers played with your inner thighs, softly drawing circles on them. “You know it’s funny. Sarah would be so pissed if she saw us right now.” You were breathless. And drunk. And so fucking close to him. And, there’s a little voice in the back of your head that’s begging you to get ahold of yourself and go home! But, you had to see this out. Maybe, you’d been praying and pleading with God to allow something like this to happen. Maybe, you’d let Rafe do whatever he wanted to you tonight. Maybe, you were willing to be Eve and let Rafe be the serpent that tempts you. 

“Why?” He chuckled and shook his head. You were just a dumb little girl after all. He couldn’t wait until you were his. He’d teach you. And, mold you into his perfect woman. His pretty, pliant princess. “Because she wouldn’t want her brother and her best friend fucking each other. Not if it’s me and not if it’s you.” Everyone and their mother knew you were too good for anyone, especially Rafe. He may have been everyone’s favorite boy but they knew he had a temper on him. 

“You wanna fuck me?” Were you in heaven? Like actually? You knew what ‘fucking’ meant but not exactly how to do it. But, that didn’t mean it wasn’t making you incredibly wet to know that it was what he wanted to do with you. You looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded before pressing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your pulse point. “I can’t stop thinking about how that pussy would feel wrapped around my cock, mama.” His fingers were now grazing the poor excuse for underwear that you were wearing. Sarah made you buy some thongs because something about panty lines not being attractive or whatever. 

You opened your legs wider for him, which made him groan into your neck. He pulled your panties to the side and was immediately met with your wetness. He softly rubbed your clit, your slick making it easy for his fingers to glide across it, quickly bringing you to orgasm. It happened too quickly for you to provide a proper warning but Rafe wasn’t complaining as he watched you come undone in his lap. Your thighs still shook around his wrist while you came down from your high. 

“That was so hot, baby.” He pecked your lips once, then twice. “I’ve never done that before,” you mumbled. You were beyond embarrassed to admit that. But, Rafe managed to calm you down by stroking your arm. “Not even on your own?” You shook your head. You heard Sarah and Kie talk about cumming and how it felt but you could only imagine. You almost did try pleasuring yourself once, but you were already so scared. Your parents were supposed to be out and all was good until you heard your mom calling for you and you never tried again. 

Rafe was having such a hard time trying not to rip your clothes off and fuck you beyond repair. So pretty and so untouched. He didn’t care if it was obsessive or predatory, you were going to be his. He was going to make sure of it. “Do you wanna do it again, babe?” After you gave him a yes, he wasted no time in getting both of your clothes off. Rafe couldn’t believe you were letting him do this. He didn’t believe in God and all of that shit but he was silently thanking whoever there was for this moment that he could only dream of. He thought with you being the pastor’s daughter, that you’d at least make him wait. But, you were just as wanting as he was. Or, you were proper drunk. But, that’s not what matters. 

Rafe paused before reattaching himself to your body, his eyes looked over it. Admiring it. Was he in love with you? He could picture his life with you. You’d give him a handsome son and a beautiful daughter. And, even after you’ve aged and had kids, you’d still be his beautiful, loyal fucking housewife. Oh, shit. He had to be in love with you. He hadn’t even stuck his dick in you yet and he’s daydreaming about giving you his kids, what the fuck. He’d never felt this fucking giddy about a girl until you. You made him feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush or some shit. It was unnerving. But, right now he was going to make you see God on his cock, and feelings will come later. 

He leaned over, scattering kisses around your body. “You’re so beautiful, baby. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” And he meant it this time. As his lips enclosed themselves around your nipple, teeth grazing them, he moaned. “So fucking beautiful, princess.” He was moaning like a slut above you and you were still a virgin in his bed. He was screwed. However, he didn’t see the effect all of this had on you. Your hips were twitching uncontrollably because of the proximity and of him and his words and his actions. You were begging for something, you didn’t know what. But, you were so fucking desperate for Rafe, you couldn’t bear it. You felt tears sliding down the sides of your face, Rafe noticed in his daze which made him stutter a bit. Were you crying?

“Are you…fucking crying? Baby?” His hands caressed your cheeks but his tone was mocking you. And, you liked it. You nodded shyly. He scoffed and smirked, kissing your head. “Why are you crying, hm?” You were too afraid to say that it was because you were inexperienced. And, your inability to do what you wanted was making you frustrated. Rafe looked at you expectantly, even nudging your cheek a bit. You sighed, “I can’t say what I want you to do to me because I can’t articulate it well enough. Rafe, I don’t know what any of this is or how I’m feeling and I need you to-” You stopped yourself. You couldn’t say it. Your one piece of dignity wouldn’t allow you to. “You need me to teach you, baby? You want Daddy to show you how to make yourself feel good when he can’t help you?” It felt like the fucking wind had been knocked out of you as he spoke. 

“W-what?” Your eyes were wide. No one had ever spoken to you this way. And, you think you’d be quite disgusted if it were anyone else. But, Rafe was making you leave a puddle on his damn sheets. He situated himself between your legs so that his cock lay flat against your clit. He pushed his hips into you, which caused you to shiver. “I said, do you need me to show you what it feels like to lose your mind?” His hips never stopped moving. And, you never stopped moaning. What the hell was happening? You didn’t know, but you didn’t want it to stop. You were begging God to not let it stop, you didn’t care about any of it at this moment. Not what your family would think if they knew what a little whore you were being for this white boy. And, you didn’t care if you were going to hell, because as long as you had Rafe with you, no place would be as bad. As Rafe humped you into a senseless, babbling mess, your last comprehensive thought was that you now belonged to Rafe Cameron. He was yours as you were his and nothing would be able to change that. You didn’t know what voodoo magic Rafe had coursing through him but you knew you’d never be separated, till death do you part. 

His hips stopped when he realized he hadn’t gotten a response. “I can’t hear you, pretty girl. You listening?” You whined at the loss of friction but answered. “Yes, baby. I need you to teach me. Please just fuckin teach me, Rafe.” You didn’t know that you just signed your deal with the devil. When Rafe said teach you, he really meant teach you. 

~Now, dearest reader, I beg you let your imagination run wild with that last one.~ 

That was enough of a confirmation for Rafe as his hips resumed their movement. You were feeling the same things as you did when you were alone but more intense. Your tummy twisted with pleasure as your legs clasped tightly around Rafe's slutty, little waist. Your nails raked across his back harshly, but he didn’t mind. Your legs began to shake and you were panting now. You couldn’t describe this feeling, but you trusted Rafe. If he felt nothing was wrong then you allowed yourself to truly embrace it. He looked down at you, kissing you all over your face. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Give me what I want, can you do that? You gonna make a mess of me?” 

You were blinded by white, hot pleasure. Rafe watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he could feel the wet spawning of your pussy against him. You were fucking majestic. He wanted to watch you cum over and over again, that was his goal tonight. You felt yourself grow tired as you came down from your high. Rafe planted kisses all over your face again, “you did so good, baby.” You hummed in acknowledgment, beginning to fall asleep. But, Rafe tapped your cheek rather harshly. “What are ya doing, huh? You thought we were done?” You whined. Your half-lidded eyes stared up at Rafe. “But, Rafey, I’m so tired.” He manhandled you onto your back again, hiking your leg around his waist as he began to line himself up with your entrance. 

“That’s not my problem, baby. I didn’t get to cum and you did twice. That’s not fair, princess. Don’t you want Daddy to feel good too?” You nodded, sleepily. “Good girl. Just let me fuck you, and then you can go to sleep, alright?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed himself into you, bottoming out. He didn’t bother checking up on you as he was fucking for his pleasure now. He moaned at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, already trying to milk him for everything he’s got. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He hadn’t felt anyone as tight as you since he first fucked a girl. He began thrusting inside of you, causing the both of you to moan. You were half asleep while he pounded your shit. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and wet pussy, and heavy groans and soft moans. It was purely pornographic. If only God could see you now. If only your father and mother could see you now. 

The brutal fucking Rafe was giving you was fast and hard, but he was hitting that sweet spot so deliciously. You were clenching uncontrollably around him as you began squirting around him. When Rafe realized, he cursed under his breath. His hips stuttered as he watched the sight below him. When Rafe saw the tears streaming down your face again, it had him spilling inside of you. Mixtures of curses and groans left him as he came. 

His head was in the crop of your neck while you played with his hair. You began to fall asleep again, feeling content just like this. Despite the mess you were laying in. But, Rafe began to move his hips again. Slowly this time. “Rafe, you said-“ “sh shh, baby, just go to sleep. Don’t worry about this.”

#x black reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut

[triflesandparsnips]

There's a linguistics joke about how some English phrases can have their meanings radically changed just by rearranging the synonyms a little-- like how

a cottage in the forest

and

a cabin in the woods

are technically the same, and yet have vastly different implications.

I love these things. I collect them. Most of them are pretty funny, like

booty call versus butt dial

and the classic

bless me, Father, for I have sinned versus I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been very naughty

...but as I've been tinkering at a post that's taken longer than expected to write, I've noticed how much work goes into navigating those little instances of wording that are almost right but with a misstep could go very wrong.

In particular, I found myself correcting this phrase

trying to word this right

to this one

finding the right words for this

and-- it's technically the same, isn't it? Not even playing with synonyms. But the feeling is wrong.

The first implies that I'm trying not to offend (but am likely to anyway, because look, I've said anything at all), whereas the second implies that I'm trying to express something difficult, something for which words don't come easily.

And the second option there could also apply to something offensive, absolutely! But-- I dunno. It feels, to me, more like the sometimes-tragic urge to describe the indescribable.

It's a good sort of phrase to reach for, I think, more so than the first.

I'm going to say something for myself that may hurt you.

versus

I want to share this impossibly huge thing-- with you.

...and I just think that's neat.

#linguistics

[beefrobeefcal]

Friendos, it is time for the first installment of...

Theywhowriteandknowthings aka Knowy

@theywhowriteandknowthings was one of the first e-friendos I made on this site and has been a champion for me while I found my groove in my fic writing shoes. They were one of my first beta'ers for my works and offered super insightful & valuable input as well as their friendship. Their writing inspires me to keep pushing myself outside of the box and their encouragement makes it easy to do so!

Thank you, Knowy!

I-will-not-ask-you-where-you-came-from regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Here's my Top 5 of @theywhowriteandknowthings work:

First Time's the Charm - Javi Gutierrez

This is the first fic I read of Knowy's and It came at me right before the Birth of Beefro. I was still loitering under my original tumblr account at the time and I wasn't even remotely looking at writing. But this fic led me into a deep dive into the Peepaw FF world and I never looked back - I have a massive soft spot for this fic, as well as it is very saucy!

Rendezvous in Reno - Dieter Bravo

NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. I have read this fic many a time and I enjoy it more and more each time [I got to beta it and MY FUCK! i felt truly blessed and highly favoured]. Jus everything - the reader is an erotica writer and Dieter is a fan, his fabulous underwear, his dirty mouth, and his ego... MY GOD HIS EGO! This one is fun and should NOT be read while you sit in the same room as your in-laws FYI.

Creep - CreepyNeighbour!Joel Miller

This right here is a work of art. I got to beta this work again and I was a naughty pigeon and did it at work. LET ME TELL Y'ALL - I WAS LEFT UNABLE TO PERFORM MY DUTIES AS REQUIRED AFTER READING THIS. I should have taken the rest of the day to lay down and think on my sins because GOD DAMN. 10 out of 10 beefs for Creep. 🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩

The Princess & The Duke - StepDad!Dave York

Okay, okay, okay... this is the oom papa mow mow of Dave York is your stepdad fics and I will fight anyone who opposes it. I love this series and the way Knowy has written Dave THE WAY HE DESERVED TO BEGIN WITH. I love the gentle badass he is in this and I hope reader's mom chokes on a carrot as she gives a 'Deep Throating 101' class at the local community collage.

SNAFU - Shifter!Frankie Morales

And my fav (even though I'm not ranking)! The one that started it all. This fic is not how I found them, but it is what made me want to get to know them and pick their delicious brain. It's a Frankie Fiend's wet dream and I had no idea how enraptured I could be with a Shifter Universe! I screamed into my pillow like a teenager and kicked my legs gleefully thinking about how Frankie shared his chicken wings with IQ. I will die on the hill that is marked: KNOWY'S SNAFU IS BEST USE OF SHIFTER AU This is an ongoing series and whether we get a new chapter soon or not, we will always have Bear!Pope memes. 🐻💜

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Sex Pollen/Pheromones Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Any & All Knowy's Miguel O'Hara fics Miguel O'Hara x afab!Reader

Whole Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Shore Leave Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Taungsdays, Am I Right? Din Djarin x afab!Reader

Hazy Days Din Djarin x afab!Reader

Breaking the Rules DBF!Joel Miller x afab!Reader

#friend of beefro fic rec #theywhowriteandknowthings #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal tummy #pedro pascal fanfiction #rec a fic festival 2023 #beefro is blessed #🥩

[psychedelic-ink]

4.5k?!?? darling, that is so, so incredible - sending you huge congratulations! you're such a wonderfully warm and kind presence here, and we thank you for the constant time, love and energy you devote to your amazing fics ❤️

i may be being greedy but you've had me by the throat for months, so - only if you're up for it, my sweet - maybe just a little something spicy with my bois dave and frankie? the prompt “Think you can handle that much?" really came out and slapped me across the face lmao, but please disregard if it's not feeling right.

forever loving you! congratulations again, angel!

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE!!! It means so much that you say this, and I'm happy to indulge in any kind of frankie x reader x dave goodness because honestly, I've been thinking about them a lot lately ❤️ (I think I got carried away a bit with this one. this is def not a drabble anymore svfdd)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader x dave york

genre: smut, absolute filth, minors dni

word count: 2,4k (this is just filth y'all, start from finish. It's been a while since I wrote this long of a smut piece, the horny possessed me)

summary: you've been having a stressful time, Dave and Frankie provide an excellent way to comfort you.

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mention of safe words, brattamer!dave, bratty!frankie & reader, double penetration, dirty talking, mlm dynamics, oral (giving), mild daddy kink, frankie has a big dick because why not, vaginal/anal fingering, bit of cum play, little bit emotion at the end, oh and reader doesn't understand Spanish

a/n: this can be seen as a part of the fic I wrote way before called wonderful tonight and this one does have very mild references to it (the nicknames mostly) but you can read this without reading that

𝑺𝑰𝑳'𝑺 4.5𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 (open)

“Come on sweetheart, you can suck cock better than that—Can’t you?” 

You have tears in your eyes. Frankie’s hand a constant presence at the back of your head, nails gently scratching your scalp. Your chin aches, spit, and precum dripping from the sides as you attempt to take more of him. Your nostrils flare, your eyes squeezed tight when you feel the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. 

Frankie moans at the way you gag around him, fingers sliding down to your neck, he squeezes. 

“She’s doing just fine,” he says, the harsh snap of his words directed at Dave. “Her mouth is heaven on earth,” 

“How can it be heaven when she can barely take it?” 

A soft whine rattles your throat, your gaze flicking to meet his. He clicks his tongue and rubs your neck, shushing you. “You’re doing amazing, querida. Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous because he wants a taste for himself,” 

“I’m trying to help,” 

“Just sit there and enjoy the show,” 

You hear Dave scoff, he had positioned himself right across from the bed where he has a side view of both you and Frankie. He has fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking himself leisurely, watching you both with a critical eye. He swipes his palm over the fat head of his cock, coating his length with precum. 

Some childish part of you wants to turn and stick your tongue out at him, but despite your simmering annoyance, his words make you feel embarrassingly hot. Each time he opens his mouth, speaks to you in with that deep voice of his, you feel it resonating in your core. 

Frankie’s words pull you out of your thoughts, “You take it so well, don’t stop. Please.” 

And those words send a different kind of wave of pleasure over your worn-out body. You’re getting whiplash between the praise and the degradation. You’re starting to think that this has been their plan from the start. You have been stressed lately, not enjoying things like you used to. They must’ve noticed. Between the lovely dinner and now this, surely they had. Of course, they did. They were both observant as fuck, both a blessing and a curse. 

Frankie’s moans become louder, the most sinful noises you ever heard. It’s loud, deep, and it prompts you to take more of him. A tear escapes your eye when the tip of his cock slides down your throat, you continually swallow, hallowing out your cheeks as you desperately try to suppress your gag reflex. 

“Oh god baby, you’re going to make me come like that—” he trails off in Spanish, words quickly whispered into the air. He looks down at you with eager eyes and you answer him with a confused gaze. It takes him a moment to realize you didn’t understand him. 

You hear soft steps approaching. A sound that is made deliberately to excite you more, which works. Dave grabs Frankie’s chin, lifting the other man’s gaze to meet his own. A whine slips from Frankie’s swollen lips, Drave grins, his next words directed at you. 

“He wants you to use your tongue more sweetheart, swirl it around,” 

You make a gurgled sound that is supposed to mean oh. Pulling your mouth up, you swirl your tongue, wrapping your lips tighter. Frankie’s groan echoes, lips parted wide as his eyes roll back with Dave still holding his chin up. Your pussy clenches, slick dripping down your thighs. 

“Sweet boy,” Dave hums. “Where’s that attitude now, huh? Now, who was it that wanted a taste?” 

You notice Dave’s hips thrusting into his fist, and your mouth waters. Distracted, you pull your mouth away, starting to adorn the side of Frankie’s cock with wet kisses. Dave’s smile widens into a grin when he notices Frankie’s eyes dropping to his lips. 

“Tell me what you want,” he coos, fisting his cock faster. “Does my sweet boy want a kiss from daddy?” 

“Can I have a kiss from daddy?” you chime in, lips brushing the tip of Frankie’s cock. You smile when you hear him whimper. 

“Oh,” Dave answers, looking down at you but fingers still hooked under Frankie’s chin. “You’ll be receiving more than kisses as soon as daddy number two relents, princess.”  

He chuckles at your pout, Frankie groans, cock twitching against your wet lips. Dave’s hand moves to the base of his cock and squeezes, a soft grunt escaping his throat. 

“Think of it like this,” he continues. “The sooner he begs for release—and a kiss— the sooner you’ll have us both filling you up.” 

Your gaze moves to Franke who is nowhere near gazing at you back. His focus is slowly fixated on Dave, his jaw tense and eyes narrowed. Without pulling away your gaze, you blow a puff of air across his cock and watch him wince, his chest heaves. 

“Promise me first,” you say to Dave. 

He grins, “Promise.” 

You’re pretty sure you shock them both with the way you dive back in, tongue and mouth moving with fervor as you attempt to push Frankie to the brink of orgasm. His cock throbs heavily on your tongue, he bites back his mouth, teeth clenched tight together. Dave touches Frankie’s hand that was still nestled at the back of your head and pulls the pilot’s hand to his own cock. You moan around Frankie’s length when he starts to stroke Dave’s cock, his movements hesitant and a bit shaky. You like to think it’s because of you. 

“Come on,” Dave teases, his jaw slack with the corner of his lips tilted up. “All you have to say is ‘please kiss me Dave’ and that’s all, and I will. Just say the words,” 

“P-Please,” Frankie swallows, his cock twitching. You flatten your tongue, pressing it snugly underneath. His eyes momentarily drops to you and he swallows again, a loud gulp heard between the three bodies. 

He mutters in Spanish again and Dave shakes his head, clicking his tongue with annoyance. 

“English,” he warns. “She’s been working hard, she deserves to understand your begging,” 

“Fine,” Frankie growls, voice raising. “Please kiss me, Dave.” 

“Good boy,” 

“Shut up.” 

Dave lets out a huff but he’s smiling, “Such a sour loser,” 

You start to stroke Frankie’s cock, the mixture of spit and precum providing a smooth glide. You watch the two with intrigue; Dave leans down, capturing Frankie’s lips in a heated kiss. Dave thrusts into Frankie’s still hand, soft groans filling the empty space in between. A fat bead of precum appears at the tip of Frankie’s cock, you swipe it almost immediately with your tongue. 

Much to your surprise, Frankie is the one to part away first, a string of saliva still connecting them both. Dave’s lips are red and kiss swollen, it takes you everything not to pull him down, your lips left tingling. Frankie gestures towards you with a tilt of his head, Dave��s eyes following. 

“I think our princess also deserves her reward,” Frankie smiles, he swipes a drop of Dave’s precum and brings it to your mouth. You wrap your lips around his finger hungrily, swirling your tongue around the digit. He purrs, “Always so eager to have us.”

“Please…” you beg, rubbing your legs together. “I’ve been good haven’t I?” 

“You have been sweetheart,” Dave helps you up the bed, his wet lips chasing yours. “We’re going to take good care of you.” 

Frankie positions himself underneath you while Dave pushes himself to sit on his heels right behind you. His hands follow the curve of your ass, pinching it playfully. 

“Such a great view.” 

Frankie cradles your face, thumbs moving in unison around your cheekbones. You spot the bullseye tattoo on his hand and give it a soft kiss. He smiles. Frankie knows where this is going and is always eager to provide comfort, even if it means denying himself.

“Think you can handle that much?" he chokes out, his voice cracking. 

“Of course, she can,” Dave tuts. “She'll do ever what she can to make her daddies happy, isn't that right sweetheart?” 

You nod, head falling into the warmth of Frankie’s neck. You feel his hands rubbing soothing lines up and down your back. 

“Please,” you mutter into his skin. 

Dave briefly leaves you both to get the lube that was left forgotten in the bathroom. Frankie takes this opportunity to kiss you, his lips moving lazily, licking the inside of your mouth. He slips two fingers into your fluttering cunt. He spreads his fingers, thrusting them to see if you can actually take him. 

“Good,” he breathes into your mouth, staring at you with dilated pupils. “You’re so wet, bonita. Did you touch yourself with my dick in your mouth?” 

You shake your head, which prompts him to suck a deep, sharp breath. “Fuck, that’s even hotter. You’re going to give me a heart attack,” 

“No heart attacks!” Dave calls out, stepping into the room. “Not before we satisfy our lady.” 

Frankie snorts, head falling back, “I wouldn’t have dreamed of it.” 

You hear the squeeze of a bottle and soon after you feel Dave’s wet, cold, sticky fingers breach your asshole. You jerk away with your breath caught in your throat. Frankie’s lips brush your forehead. 

“We don’t have to,” Dave says, his voice briefly returning to normal. “Color?” 

“Green— I want to. I was just surprised by the cold,” 

“It’ll be warm soon enough.” 

The soft sound of Dave’s chuckle eases your rigid body, you feel your muscles relax with his touch. While Dave works you open —the feeling not completely unfamiliar but still foreign— Frankie distracts you by claiming your mouth again and again. He licks the seam of your lips, his hands squeezing every inch of you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. The moans you make are obscene. 

Soon you’re grinding yourself down on Frankie’s length, soaking him as you feel Dave curling his fingers, knuckle deep. You gasp away from Frankie, back arching beautifully. Your brain struggled to think of where to seek pleasure first, Frankie’s cock or Dave’s fingers. The uncertainty makes you cry out. 

“Shhh, It’s okay. We got you,” Frankie soothes you. “I’m going to push in now, okay?” 

You nod tearfully, crying out once more when you feel his cock pressing into you inch by inch. Dave’s fingers are still inside. Frankie whispers praise until sinks his cock fully into you. The air is punched from your lungs, your breathing uneven and heart beating fast. 

“So warm,” he chokes out, nipping your chin. He stares at Dave from above your shoulder. “Is she good?” 

“Very,” Dave replies with a smirk. 

You hiss when the tip of Dave’s cock breaches the tight muscle, pushing in slowly, delicately. His blunt nails bite into your skin, his breathing coming out forced as he makes his way in. You feel the press of his lips on your spine, then to your nape. You shudder. Both of them combined overwhelm all your senses. 

“I can feel you through her,” Dave grits out, cock throbbing. “God, so perfect, our perfect girl.” 

You keen at the praise, your cunt squeezes around Frankie’s cock, a moan rips from his throat. 

“I need to move, can I? Please—” 

Frankie desperately nudges his face between your chin and neck, laying eager kisses all over your skin. You moan out your approval, both men twitching deep inside you.

Frankie, being edged for a while now, fucks into you with an indescribable need. He knows what he wants, and he wants it now. He bites wherever his lips can reach, he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, licks the inside of your mouth. Meanwhile, Dave takes his time, leisurely thrusting his hips, watching you both collectively tumble down the edge of pleasure. 

The corners of your vision go dark and you close your eyes, the contrast of the two men burning you from the inside out. You cry out both of their names, completely surrendering yourself to them both. Franki snaps his hips upward, urging you to open your eyes. When you do you see him moaning with an open mouth, Dave’s hand tugging on his hair (when did that happen?) with a comforting smile you lean and press your mouth into the corner of his lips. 

“I’m gonna come,” Frankie slurs, squeezing at your hips. “Oh fuck—Fuckfuckfuck—” 

“Not yet,” Dave growls, his own movements losing their stability. “You two come together, ‘want to feel it,” 

“Daveee,” you whine, your inside pulsing. “Can’t we just—” 

“No,” he snaps as he grazes his nails down your back. “Together.” 

Frankie looks up at you with wide, desperate eyes. He moans before he starts to beg, he knows what gets you going, he knows you can’t say no to him. 

“Please baby, please please please—” he whispers frantically. “I’m so close. You feel me, don’t you? Feel the way my cock is throbbing? I need you to come too. Tell me you’re close. We don’t want to disappoint him,” 

“N–No,” you answer, voice and thighs shaking. “I don’t want to disappoint him,” 

“Are you close?” 

“Yes.” 

It all happens so fast. You feel Frankie spilling into you, your own orgasm crashing into you a second later. Dave’s moans echo behind you, slamming his hips into you as he chants both your names. You collapse into Frankie’s chest, breathing heavily, he continues to come. He kisses your head, cheeks, nose, and lastly lips. No hunger under the soft gesture, only love, and adoration. 

Dave pulls out, fucking his fist over your ass while letting out lewd groans of his own. You tremble at the feeling of something warm splashing against your back, your ass raising into the air of its own accord. His fingers delve in, spreading himself over your skin. 

“You two are ridiculously good,” he says. “God, I’m lucky,” 

He’s sad. You hear it in his voice. Thankfully you’re not the only one because Frankie pulls him down, placing Dave in the middle of the two you. Frankie somehow manages to wrap his arms around you both. 

“We’re the lucky ones,” you whisper into his skin. “You always take such good care of us.” 

He lets out a content sigh. 

Content for now, your mind nastily whispers. You ignore it. 

You all carry a hint of sadness, that was what made these moments even more special. 

Frankie’s lips find Dave’s forehead, and you, the top of his spine. 

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x f!reader #frankie x reader x dave #dave york imagine #frankie catfish morales #dave york x female reader #triple frontier fan fiction #triple frontier fic #the equalizer 2 fic #4.5k baby #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had enjoyed the holidays! So, just to warn you guys, the uptades may become more sparse due to the return to school, but I will continue doing my best to update at least once a week :/ Also, I just wanted to say that I'm very gratefull for every interaction from you guys ❤️ They keep me motivated to keep writing and I simply love to know what you guys think about Indecent Proposal. It makes me feel like we're all on the same boat, I don't know how to explain it lol. Anyways, tysm for evething! (Also, this chapter's song is just because it has been playing in my head non stop because of TikTok. I WANNA BE SAAAAVED)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Alysanne lightly fantasysing with Daddy!Batman (but to be fair, let he who has never sinned cast the first stone,I know I'm not going to be the one.)

Wordcount: 1715.

Chapter thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Pictures Don't Lie

When you arrived at the studio, Aly was already in their costume, making the last adjustments. You couldn’t help but smile. They looked fucking stunning.

— There she is! — Aly exclaimed as you sat on one of the armchairs, waiting — The it girl of the moment.

— It's good to see you too, Alysanne — You said, taking your shoes off. Fabio’s n°1 rule: never wear shoes while trying on your custom-made clothes — Where’s Fabio?

— I have no idea, I think he said something about grabbing some pins — Aly said, looking at themselves in the mirror — I personally think he meant I’m skinny. Your costume is in the change room, he asked for you to try it on so that he would be back in a minute.

You got inside the change room and saw the beautiful white dress. You could easily be mistaken by a minimalist bride in this dress. The silk was so soft and shiny… the draped bust would make your breasts look even more amazing. You wondered what Tim would think when he saw you in this dress. You giggled like a child, wondering how much this dress cost. Aly loved to pamper you.

— You’ve already hidden your lover’s face from me, don’t hide the dress too! — Aly exclaimed from the outside. You finished putting the dress on and after a good five minutes trying to strap the wings to yourself alone, you got out of the changing room and asked Aly to help you. They helped you and you got to the mirror step to see it better — If i were a woman, I would envy you so much.

You laughed at Aly’s comment.

— I’m serious! — They exclaimed — You’re the only person I know that can make a romantic costume look hot without shortening your skirt or lowering the neckline. 

— Thank you, Aly — You said — You’re also rocking. You look simply amazing. The jewellery pieces will compliment the look so much you definitely are going to get Paris Hilton’s blessing.

— Oh, I’m sure I will — They said, smiling — It would be very dumb of her not to choose me as her successor. I mean, I’m thin, I’m blonde and my tan comes straight from Aruba. 

— Good that you know — You said.

After you guys took some photos for Aly’s instagram, they started to question you.

— Why don’t we call your Dilf Playboy so that he can see how you look good? — They asked, seated on the armchair beside you. You laughed.

— He is our age, Aly — You tried to guide the conversation — And I can’t show him.

— Why not? Is there anything of yours he hasn't seen yet? No slutshaming obviously.

You laughed loudly.

— Yes, Aly. There are parts of me he hasn’t seen yet — You said — And he is a cheesy motherfucker. Would try to match costumes with me, and then everybody would know about our… thing.

— You can just call it a relationship, you know?

— We are not dating. It’s purely physical.

— Maybe for you and that cold heart of yours — Aly pointed, fidgeting with the hem of their gown. 

— I’m not cold hearted — You answered, a bit offended — I just… have more important things. And I don’t want to be in a relationship with him. Things are good the way they are. 

— You're really not telling me who your mysterious twink is?

— No, I’m not — You said — At least for now. Maybe after this thing between us end, we can talk shit about him. 

— “I’m not cold hearted”, she says — Aly said and rolled their eyes. 

You spent some time in silence, watching tv. And then the reality show got interrupted by the news with an interview with Batman.

— Turn the volume up! — Aly exclaimed, worried, since the images were near their father’s work. You did as they asked.

“... The source of the explosion is already being investigated by Red Robin and I, there are no fatal victims and everything will be alright”. Your mind vented. Red Robin. There has been a while since you heard about him. Good to know he is alive. Aly, with a very confused look, turned their head towards you with a devious grin.

— What? — You asked.

— I know why you don’t want to tell me who you’re secretly shagging — They said, leaning towards you. You arche done eyebrow, confused — You’re fucking Batman! — Aly exclaimed as they heard the dark knight voice on the TV. Oh fuck, it was scary how Tim could mimic it almost perfectly — Does he fuck you with the mask on? How big is it?

— What?! No! — You exclaimed, laughing — That man is clearly in his forties, Aly, he could be my father. I’ve told you, he is our age.

— Look, of all the people in this world, you’re the one I’ve least expected to try to gaslight me…

— I’m not, Aly, I swear on my mother’s name.

— I heard his voice, little Y/N. It's Batman!

— No, he’s not! He just is really good at imitating voices — You tried to explain, but Aly wasn’t easily convinced.

— Oh, so he didn’t tell you then — Aly said — I really am a great detective!

— Aly, he is a highschooler — You said, holding their hands  — If he was Batman, he would fail every fucking class, and as hard it is for me to admit, he is kinda smart. 

— I demand proof. 

— What do you want? To see his fucking driver’s licence? Birth certificate? His report card?

— A picture of him will do.

You sighed. There must be a way out of this. You went through your secret gallery, where you kept the pictures you’ve taken together while you engaged in physical activities (you honestly thought it was a bit risky, but you had nothing to lose if these pictures were stolen. Well, maybe your dignity, but at this point you were pretty convinced you’ve already lost it), but they all showed his face or his stomach scar, and Aly had a fucking great memory. They would know it was Tim the second they saw his scar.

— Give me a sec.

You went to the balcony and called for Tim.

— Missing me already? — He asked, his voice echoed. Where the fuck was he that had echo?

— Are you in a cave? — You couldn’t help but ask — Your voice is echoing.

— Oh, I'm in the manor’s gym — He answered.— How can I help you, darling?

— I need a picture of yours — You said, biting your lip nervously — A picture that shows you’re not an old man and that at the same time doesn't show any of your recognizable features. 

— That’s a very specific request. May I know why?

— Aly thinks you’re a sugar daddy — You admitted, after a sigh — They’re convinced you’re an old man and I want to prove them wrong. If I don’t, they’ll mock me for eternity.

— You really do hate the idea of having a sugar daddy, don’t you? No one has pampered you enough?I can change that… — He said and you could imagine the grin on his pretty face. Smart ass.

— That’s not the point, Playboy.

— I’ve got you, darling. Remember that picture of us in your bathroom mirror, the one you’re wrapped your legs around my waist?

— The one I asked you to delete? You’ve kept it. Obviously — You said, laughing. You would be mad at him for keeping that picture, but it saved you right now.

— Sorry, I didn’t plan on keeping it, but you look so fucking pretty there that I couldn’t help it.

— That’s okay. Just send it to me, please.

— Sent already, darling.

— Thank you, Playboy.

— You’re welcome, love. 

— Bye.

— Kiss you later.

You hung up and walked back into the room. Aly was on the mirror step again and Fabio was back with the pins.

You got in Tim’s chat and opened the photo.

He was right, it was a good photo, but you didn’t want him to have it because of the way you looked at him in it. Too intimate. He was standing with his back turned to your mirror, his wet hair kinda messy and some water droplets sliding on his bruised back. You were being held by him, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping your ass (gently squeezing, actually, but no one could tell it by the picture), one of your hands grabbing his shoulders, your red nail polish in contrast with his fair skin. You were the one holding the phone and, with your hair wet and slight back, you looked at his smile with flustered cheeks and a sweet smile. Too fucking intimate. 

At least, neither his face nor his scars known to the public were showing.

— If you ever say he is old again, Alysanne Taylor Lewis, I’m going to beat your ass — You started getting closer to them. Aly got the phone from your hand and you were not worried that they could get out of the photo and try to discover his identity. You trusted Aly.

— Damn, y/n, you are aggressive in bed — They said, zooming in on Tim's bruises — Nobody would bet on that by looking at your face… always the quiet ones…

— I didn’t do it — You laughed — He got in a fight with his brothers. 

— Romeo? — Fabio asked, looking at the photo too. Aly nodded — His back seems incredibly familiar. Weird. I know these measures from someone…

— Maybe you’ve tailored something for him — Aly said, giving your phone back to you — She calls him “Playboy”, so he is certainly on your client’s list.

Fabio looked at you.

— I have no idea, maybe he is — You said, looking at the picture again. Even though Tim was filthy rich, you couldn’t picture him wearing hand made suits. The boy literally showed up at your house wearing jeans and a Flash merch sweater.

— That look on your face — Aly said — Are you sure you’re not in love with him?

— Shut up, Alysanne. 

— Maybe Red Robin finally found his match in the competition for your heart. Who would say, a hero and a twink… I guess you don’t really have a type.

You didn’t answer, as you kept looking at your face on the picture before deleting it. 

You were not going to let him crawl his way into your heart. 

#timothy drake #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #red robin x y/n #red robin headcanon #red robin x reader #red robin fanfic #batboys fanfic #batboys x you #batfamily #batboys x reader #Spotify

[unknownusernumber13]

Written Destiny

Short story based on provided prompt from @writing-prompt-s

"You’ve just got back from the war after several years. Each day you wrote to your daughter. You came back to find your letters piled on her grave."

I also posted this before... But I looked at it for too long and started to hate it. So I took down the original post and rewrote it :')

I wrote to Emily everyday.

I told her I missed her, and that I love her. I said that Daddy is fighting so Mommy can be safe and that I promise to come home one day.

But I also told her of the horrors of war. That I've killed countless people. I told her that Daddy has watched the light fade from the eyes of a stranger. I told her I started to not only feel numb to the feeling, but that I started to enjoy it.

I warned her about the danger that comes with warfare. How a simple weapon can become addictive, and feel too comfortable wielded in your grasp over time. I told her that taking a life can start to feel like second nature. I warned her of this knowing she didn't need to be told anything of the sort.

She already knows.

I asked for her forgiveness. Because, even though it may seem like it, her Daddy isn't a monster. I prayed she would grant me the blessing of believing me, no matter how unlikely.

Sometimes writing her letters was the only thing that got me through the day. I'd write in the rain, while my friend slowly bled to death. I could write while listening to the boom of gunfire. I perfected being able to write while feeling the breeze from passing bullets. It made me stronger, unbreakable.

I sent every letter I ever wrote, no matter what.

Now I'm home, listening to the silence that greets me instead of her little voice. And as I stand at her unkept grave, staring at the letters mindlessly littered among the overgrown grass and dried mud, I can't help be feel a loss for words.

For years, I had too many thoughts rattling around my skull. I needed to release them, so I did. And, in doing so, I found a new purpose. I was worried that, once I came home, my purpose would wither away like the flowers that once decorated Emily's final resting place.

But no. I simply finished one mission, and began another. Just like before. It keeps happening. Maybe this is all I was meant for, finding a mess and cleaning it up. Figuring out the solution to a problem that no one could solve beforehand.

My hands may be stained with blood and ink, but with the flow of my sins comes cleansing tide of freedom. I know what I need to do now, my one final attempt at salvation.

I need to find the person that figured out where I hid my daughter's body.

#writing #creative writing #short story #original character #writing prompt #original fiction #writing project #war fiction #murder mystery #orginal story #deranged character #first time writer #fiction #war #character death #writeblr

[ditchwaterwitchery]

Past life tarot because I didn't like my options.

Big Daddy Past Life Reading

This specifically does not have card numbers or a lay out. I leave that in your capable hands.

Pull a card every time a question is asked, pull multiple! In fact you may NEED multiple to answer some of the questions. Pull when you disagree with something. Maybe something I said or a thought that crossed your mind when you read it. Hells, pull a card when there's a neat cloud outside or because there happens to be a man in a blue hat. Make arches with the questions and staves with the statements. Separate them by section or not at all. Straight lines are cool too. Let your imagination go wild, but use this spread to tell the truth as you see it. If you were Anne Bolyn's scullary maid don't make out like you were part of a plot to poison her. Do your research, and let history help you.

Lastly, and then I'll shut up: This is a BIG SPREAD. Take water breaks. I will know if you don't. I won't do anything about it, because hey, I'm on the internet. But I'll be disappointed. And You know that I'll know. It's just easier on both of us if you drink the water.

Questions with an asterisk* are thrown in for flavor. They don't specifically impact the reading.

There is a section on Generational Trauma that is meant Specifically For People Currently Affected By Generational Trauma and is not for those who are not in a minority. That was not clear enough in the original but consider it clarified.

Ask your deck "which life is affecting me?", reshuffle and move on from there as normal. 

Section One

The Past Life

Gender

Temperament (were you kind? Ruthless? Selfish?)

Disposition (how did you treat others? Were you polite? Haughty? Humble?)

Did you have any phobias that might affect me? (Fear of heights due to death by fall, etc.,)

What was it like where you lived?/Where did you live? (May require several cards--Stop at three! Any more will muddle the picture)

Major history events around you/ What time period was this in? 

*How do you express yourself through me?

*What food did you like? 

Section 2

Things That Directly Affect Me and Life Around Me

Is there generational trauma from you that I need to heal?  (Were you a slave? Did you own slaves? Did you belong to a colonized people?)

A.2 How do I address and deal with those things? (How do I make reparations without letting the sins of the father fall on the head of the son, or conversely, How do I look for and accept reparations and equity while reaching for the privilege of equality?)

Is there a generational blessing that I can attribute to you? (Empathy to others and animals, cooking, music, ... Magic?)

What lessons was I meant to learn in my past life? (Trust or wariness, enlightenment, gentleness?)

C. 2) am I still learning those lessons? 

What role, if any, did (x person) have in my life? (I. E., my mom, my best friend, my bitter enemy? Has that guy who spilled mustard on me last week been spilling things on me for generations???? [This is a joke])

What extreme past emotion is still affecting me? (Fear, rage, sorrow, hope?)

DID YOU MAKE ANY SOUL CONTRACTS? Sorry to yell. This one's a biggie. Did past you bind you to anything, be it a Christian binding their souls to God (or the alternative) or promising their souls to finding knowledge, music, whatever. The important thing is bonds and binding. Do you gott'em?)

Did you make any vows that need to be revoked? (Second verse, same as the first. Could be as simple as having been a Catholic priest with that indelible mark on the soul, or whatever. Doesn't matter. Now-you ain't consent to that, and you deserve to know)

*What disabilities did you have that I may share? (DO NOT USE THIS AS A DIAGNOSTIC. this is a fun extra for disabled people like me who go "oh cool, past-me also had crippling pain, good to know.")

*What talent or gift did you have in a past life that I may share now? (Is juggling transmittable through lives? Who's to know.)

What did I accomplish then that affects me now? (Like carpentry, music, art, so on.)

Section 3

What My Soul Need To Know Now 

(Not necessarily relevant to everyday life, but head's up. You might need this.)

Does my death in my past life affect me now, and how? (it's not going to be a case of "oh he was missing a leg and mine hurts sometimes that must be why." That is your body responding to time. This means more… was I killed unjustly and now I work in civil liberties? or, did I die in a fire once and now I'm fascinated/terrified of fire?)

Obstacles that you faced. Do we share any? (Racism, poverty, etc.,)

Where in my life do I need to be more like you? (Stubborn, giving, loyal, idk)

Where do I need to be less like you? (Giving too much, weak-willed, too quick to anger, yada yada)

*What gifts or talents did you possess that I may share? (Once again, this is not a diagnostic. Is juggling transmissible through lifetimes? Who's to know.)

*How do I feel more connected to you? (I like getting to know my past selves. What they would have thought or decided about a thing. Some people DO NOT and that's why this is a flavor option)

* Do you want to be honored in my life? How do I do that? (A particular book, a shiny rock, your collection of vintage whatevers are all great ways to think of and honor your past selves  if you feel inclined in that direction.)

#past life tarot #past life tarot spread #past lives #past life #tarot #witchcraft #witchblr #spellcraft #tarot spreads #protection #astrology #thinking #mind #memory #self reflection #self love #self awareness #self care #edited for phota arrangement #updated for screenreaders #color text

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

Moon: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

The Twins: We have a problem. Solar: No, YOU two have a problem. I have two idiots who keep making them. (/lh)

Solar: I got an idea! Bonnie: Does it involve breaking the law? Solar: By now don’t you think that’s a given? Bonnie: I was just trying to be optimistic. Solar: Don’t bother.

Freddy: You scored a 25/27 on your mental health questionaire… Solar: So… That means I'm good at mental health, right? (it doesnt)

Monty: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Moon: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Freddy: Do people actually put thought into zodiac posts or do people just randomly write down what soap the signs are? Moon: Sounds like something an exfoliating citrus soap would say…

Freddy: I have very high standards, you know. Sun: I can make spaghetti… Freddy: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

Moon: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Solar: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Moon: Th-that's not how that works-

Monty: One time Sun gave me a glass of milk and I meant to ask him "Who's milk is this?" because I wasn't sure if it was for me or if I was supposed to give it to Freddy but instead I just stared down at the milk and said "Who's this?" then Sun turned to me without missing a beat and said "That's your new friend, mr. milk." and we stared at each other and then he asked if I was high.

Solar: Sun, no. Sun: Sun, yes.

Solar: How does one turn their emotions off? Moon: Okay, so first go to settings… Solar: Moon: I'm a fucking idiot. I thought that said emojis at first. Solar: No, I'm still willing to try this. Go ahead, I'm at settings, what do I do next?

Monty: "Forgive me father, for I have sinned." and "Sorry, Daddy. I've been bad." both mean very similar things but have wildly different connotations. Moon: Get the duct tape, cause I'm shutting you up for good.

Monty: You really gotta get your tongue on it. Monty: Licks soap Monty: Bleh- Monty: Don't get your tongue on it.

Sun: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Moon: And what do we say when life disappoints us? Solar: Called it. Moon: No.

Solar: Moon, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Moon: Raise the dead. Solar: And what did you do? Moon: Raise the dead.

Freddy: Are you sure this is safe? Sun: Safer than Flintstone vitamin gummies in a bottle. Sun: Keep twisting, junior! All you’re gonna get is clicks.

Solar: I think I need a hug… Sun: Good thing I'm hug shaped! 45 minutes later Solar: You… you can let go now. Sun: No, I absolutely cannot.

reaction to being told they're the chosen one Sun: I will not let you down. Freddy: Sounds fun. Bonnie: K. Moon: No, I'm fucking not. Monty: Do I have to be? Solar: Please stars, I am so tired.

Bonnie: I just remembered this time I was telling a story to Monty and it was clear they weren't listening to me so I started making up this huge, gruesome story about a cult murder I'd witnessed while they sat there nodding along to my dramatic moral struggle about whether or not I should come forward. It was then I looked up to see the customers looked utterly horrified and long story short, that's why I should remember that humans have ears.

Bonnie is telling a story Moon: Wow, Bonnie, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Freddy: Romance? Moon: I have a crush on them.

Moon: I'm bi because when I was 4 I sneezed and no one said "Bless you" and the devil entered my body and made me the sassy bitch I am today.

#sun and moon #daycare attendant #fnaf sb #moondrop #security breach #sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #glamrock bonnie x moondrop #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #monty gator #montgomery gator

[hiperacid2]

Works In Progress

Writing Collab "Thank you, next!" hosted by @/kamorikiri

songs: Make Up (scaramouche/reader) & Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored (diluc/reader) !!: for more info, please go to the master post of the collab!

Kaveh x gn!reader - sfw/slightly suggestive

Sabzeruz festival is around the corner and the last day is known to be the big day, with a big performance from the crew at the Zubayr theater. Everyone in Sumeru is invited to dress up for the last days function; making you unprepared to see Kaveh with red glossy lipstick.

Dottore x gn!reader - nsfw - dark content

no synopsis yet.

!!: predator/prey, knifeplay, blood, established relationship but for the sake of plot its a planned scene between lab rat and doctor, happens inside an underground lab, dubcon due to the scene but i can assure everything is very much consensual

Foul Legacy x gn!reader - nsfw - monsterfucking

no synopsis yet.

!!: fisting foul legacy, trans!childe (he has a pussy)(long live childe w a pussy), afab!reader, MAYBE two handed fisting (hear me out im living my dream here), sticky and sloppy, aftercare!!!!

Alatus (Xiao) x Fem!Reader

Alatus knew about good dreams tasting as if blessed by Celestia, but never thought that he would experience the real deal. Now he can't stop himself from taking and taking, never enough. Of course, you being the source is a bonus, and he will do everything in his power to keep you safe and content, even defying his written destiny of misery and pain.

!!: this will almost certainly touch dark content territory with touches of cannibalism depictions, forced feeding (xiao forcing himself to eat nightmares), forcing reader to sleep and yandere tendencies, more warnings could be added.

Diluc x reader - sfw - modern au

tying dilucs hair !!! i have nothing more to add, just that, sfw domestic fluff in the midst of this quite worrying wip list lmao

Gallagher(hsr) x reader - sfw(can change)

!!: smoking cigarettes, alcohol, talks of trauma in the form of memories, slight daddy issues but not the sexual kind, im projecting

Braincells rubbing in hopes of accomplishing smth:

(ideas floating around without course, let them cook, let them cook)

the same concept as the taste of you, but Rosaria from genshin, with some background rosakae sprinkled.

more letters to nanami post shibuya.

scaramouche and alhaitham, living rent free on my mind...

series about the seven capital sins

series of short fics in the format of ted talks

some of these are things that have been in the cooker for almost years, please keep in mind english is not my native language! so it may take me a while to pump out fics without the quality declining. Also, i generally name my fics after finishing them, so thats why most of them are only pairing and a little synopsis of what the plot may be about.

the Works in Progress list is not in order of progress, though if you see some of them get knocked down on the list, i kinda lost the motivation for it/got stuck/havent touched it in a long time.

possible important tags (dark content, nsfw, etc) will be listed under synopsis if necessary

last updated: wed, feb 21, 2024

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#trophe!❣️

[hella1975]

do not start on touya because then I’ll start thinking about strangers I tried to be good am I no good am I no good am I no good you poor thing sweet mourning lamb there’s nothing you can do it’s already been done I’m still praying for that house in nebraska by the highway out on the edge of town dancing with the windows open I can’t let go when something’s broken it’s all I know and it’s all I want now. and THEN I’ll start thinking about arsonists making political statements and then I’ll think about what this really is: an unsatisfying story of a very sick child who realised he made a mistake he couldn't escape. it looks like he was trying to get out. this is the least comforting thing you can imagine. I need something that won’t fail I need something that I can’t come back from. and then I will simply go crazy. I’m already crazy. help

literally because if you think about touya you of course have to think about strangers which makes you think about preacher's daughter and his place in it all swinging by my neck from the family tree / jesus can always reject his father but he cant escape his mother's blood / tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy i'll make pretend cause i hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you / i thought good guys get to be happy i'm not happy / i'm tired of you still tied to me / you love blood too much but not like i do / promising a big fire any fire saying im the one / he's gonna take me i'm on fire i'm on fire / suffering is nigh drawing to me calling me the one / i'm the white light beautiful finite / even the iron still fears the rot hiding from something i cannot stop walking on shadows i cant lead him back / buckled on the floor when night comes along daddy's left and momma won't come home / you poor thing sweet mourning lamb there's nothing you can do it's already been done / tell me, what have you done? stop stop stop make it stop / i am the face of love's rage / bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception / blessed be the children each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence / god loves you but not enough to save you / i still feel like they all know and that's why i could never come back home / god i've tried but i think it's about time i put up a fight / but i dont mind because that's how my daddy raised me / i always knew that in the end no one was coming to save me so i just prayed and i keep praying and praying and praying / if it's meant to be then it will be i forgive it all as it comes back to me / your sweet divine you devour like smoked bovine hide.........

#literally just incomprehensible screaming on my end. they gave me a bat and put me in a rage room. see you in 5 hours #ask #touya todoroki #ethel cain

[liminal-zone]

💔🔪🪜

💔 Least favorite ship you have written about? our ungentle sins (fandom: kings (2009), ship: Silas Benjamin/David Shepherd). I had the chance to write David/Jonathan and I wrote David/Saul? WHAT. (it was the yuletide ask) Absolute waste of weeks and weeks of reading the old testament and religious scholarship in order to write something dark and unhinged and losing my goddamn mind about this dumb family and their anointed twink. LOLOLOL AT ME. this slaps though. 

"Silas." 

He hears the voice and doesn't believe (his mind is not as keen as he thinks it is). "Yea, though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death," Silas parrots to the phantom, and closes his eyes. He can recite the whole speech by heart.

The air in the room changes, and he feels a hand at his knee and he looks.

David kneels at his feet, wearing what must be the fashion these days, and looking up at him. His smile is all teeth; sharp and bright like a king.

🔪 The fic/chapter that hurt the most to write? I have a few abandoned WIPs, and many of them I have hope of finishing. I can never write what I was gonna write for the whirligig of time (fandom: mcu post endgame; ship: stucky) because I just can’t fix steve leaving bucky for the past and for peggy. I had a great idea (massive multiverse plot and very much stucky endgame) but bless. THE PAIN IS STILL TOO NEAR.

🪜 Tell us a random fact about any fic! The sugar daddy winterbaron wip is NOT abandoned so I’ll speak on step on the glass (fandom: MCU; ship: winterbaron with sambucky rising): the sugar daddy gifts lavished on Bucky were my favorite parts to write, such fun. I want everything in the food section but ESPECIALLY I WANT THE LE CREUSET IN ARTICHAUT SO BADLY. I'm a fancy girl so I love giving Zemo the most fancy of tastes. :)

On Sundays, groceries Bucky didn’t purchase are delivered to his door. They usually arrive between 2 and 4 pm, and he sets down the book he’s reading to collect and put them up. He could easily make some calls to identify who makes the selections, makes the purchase, but he doesn’t.

He knows generally how much food costs these days (--it’s a racket--), he understands that items in these bags are on the higher end. An imported olive oil he’d never have purchased, cheeses he’s never heard of, slices of Jamón Ibérico, a rainbow array of produce, a Brunello di Montalcino and a grower Champagne.

His kitchen upgrade included new pans, new pots. Le Creuset in artichaut. New utensils, and cooking implements, and very sharp knives. White plates, elegant silverware, and simple glassware. One cabinet is all Waterford crystal -- wine glasses, champagne flutes, whisky tumblers, a decanter.

#fic meme #text post #evenmyhivemindisempty

[elenscaie]

2022 Creators Self-Love Extravaganza!

Rules:

It’s time to give yourselves some love! Choose your five (5) favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2022.

If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead!

Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so ta heck with the rules if you need ta bend them some. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love!

And of course, thank you, @ellorypurebloodculture for tagging me!

This is all going to be Original Work because that's where my brain has hardcore been for a long-ass time now. And it's all going to be NSFW because that is also me to a tee. My mother tongue be fuckin' filth, y'all. Here we go~

As it turns out, this was actually harder than I thought. There's been a fair few words I've made this year that I love a whole fuckin' lot, but! I have succeeded in shaving it down to these five~

CW For: Extremely Underage (-10), Underage (-18), Bestiality, Non-Con/Dub-Con Nastiness~

bless the child

Summary: The newest mannequin is by far the prettiest.

2. snow-white sin

Summary: A fae queen indulges herself with her newest toy.

3. pretty little girl (growing up so mean)

Summary: "So you would be my stalker then," Saoirse says from where she's sprawled. It's not worn wooden boards or cement or whatever else would be expected of a kidnapper's abode, but wool, luxuriously thick. It isn't at all like the movies or shows she enjoys watching in the theater room. Or rather, her personal theater room. Mommy and Daddy do tend to frown on her interest in such things.

Truly, it's their own fault for being slow to accept that their little girl isn't so little anymore.

Although—

Getting abducted just days after her sweet sixteenth isn't quite what she would have had in mind, but, well, flexibility and adaptation and all that. Surely she can use this.

4. tentacles, oh my!

Summary: Lyra didn't know what to expect when she found the scrap of worn old parchment up in the attic. Truthfully, she didn't expect anything at all. She was just curious.

So curious, in fact, that she just had to pull it out and speak aloud the strange, fancy words inked in a rust-red script during the latest slumber party held at her place.

After that, thinking got really hard.

5. mean bitches

Summary: A phone camera records some interesting footage.

Not many blogs I know on here, something to rectify during the approaching year, methinks. But all the same, I'm going to tag @garpie64 and @primeemeraldheiress and anyone else who'd be up for this. Feel free to hit me with an @ if you decide to do so~

#elenscaie answers #elenscaie writes #i liked this #neat way to end the year~ #and usher in a new one~

[sunnyjae]

wine & champagne [part one] ♡ pjs

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ companyheir!jay x afab!reader, rich!jay x reader, softdom!jay x reader, secretary!reader

genre ♡ suggestive, eventual smut, slice-of-life, pining, teeny bits of fluff (you didn’t hear that from me), mild angst (because i'm mean)

warnings ♡ discussed daddy kink? one kiss (is it a mistake?), jay and the reader constantly check each other out, jay in glasses (lmao I'd say this is the biggest warning), very small amount of plot and backstory (pwp eventually)

word count ♡ 3.1k [edited 23/8/22]

summary ♡ you're jay's dad's secretary: young and attractive. when a certain event is due to take place, you're there to convince jay to go - however, he has other things in mind to pass the time.

part one | part two

"Good Morning Sir, I hope you're feeling your best today." you smile at Mr Park, the iPad in your hands vibrates as you greet him eating breakfast. The alarm set is perfectly timed as he finishes the classic breakfast he had been given by the chef before you came in.

His son sits at the table chewing on his bagel. "Good Morning, Mr Jay Park." you add, directed towards him. You throw the housekeeper a look too.

Jay nods, eyes boring into yours while taking a crunchy and intentionally slow bite of the bread. You swallow and smile at him hesitantly. He smirks in response.

Jay Park is CEO Park's son and only heir; He's young, he’s very attractive, and he dresses exquisitely to taste: always clad in the finest brands with his white collared shirts adorning his torso, rings on his fingers and those glasses he looks absolutely sinful in. Jay screams money and daddy issues, yet makes himself look so presentable and irresistible, you’re convinced he has people lined up left right and centre to even have their eyes blessed seeing him in person.

He loves to make you stutter, and finds it amusing to make you nervous and antsy - but little do you know your daily work attire makes him stammer all the more. He didn’t care much when he was first introduced to you, until his dad talked to him a little more about you, and how good you were at your job. Then, one day when you knocked on his bedroom door in a very distracting crushed velvet suit (looking absolutely phenomenal, he might add) Jay very nearly lost all his shit over you.

You on the other hand were a pretty damn good secretary, if you had to brag. Mr Park Snr. had hired you just six months ago after a recommendation from his former secretary. Although you were young - the same age as his son - he'd never had his life so easily planned out until you came into it to organise his jobs and meetings. You'd taken the time to make Jay a schedule too, by order of his father.

"Brief me on today." Mr Park tells you, and you begin, despite the intense feeling of Jay's eyes on you.

"Yes, Sir." Your fingers tap at the screen to bring up the timetable. "At ten-thirty we have a meeting with the board of directors - Mr Lee says he won't be attending for personal reasons." you glance up and notice Jay's finished his food, now leaning back in his chair and invitingly spreading his thighs. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he gazes at you, almost seeming serious. "Uh. Right." you swallow, eyes returning to the screen again. Mr Park ponders on why his committee member isn't attending, while his son rakes his eyes up and down your body. "Then at twelve I have booked an early lunch before the twelve-forty-five seminar starts." you watch the CEO nod to himself, beginning to slowly stand up from his seat in the kitchen. "And lastly the champagne tasting at the Sim's housewarming party at five-thirty."

"When do I leave this morning?" Mr Park adds, sparing a glance at his distracted son.

"Just in about twenty minutes, Sir."

He makes an affirmative noise, straightening as he says "Oh, and brief Jay on his schedule, I want him at the Sims' this afternoon too." 

A few taps and you’ve updated the system, noting that Mr Park has left the kitchen. The housekeeper and chef finish up in the kitchen and head to the patio for some well-deserved rest.

"What am I doing today then?" Jay asks, taking a sip of his americano, before standing up to lazily stalk towards you.

You breathe in sharply as he approaches, leaning over your shoulder to read what's on your iPad. His breath is still minty despite drinking coffee and it's hot against your skin, which erupts in a bout of tingly goose bumps. "Gym at eleven. Champagne tasting at five-thirty." You need to remind yourself to breathe when Jay finally steps back from you, unable to hide his amusement. You’re never usually nervous, but since you’ve taken interest in Jay, and he seemingly has done the same for you, you can’t help but anxiously anticipate his next actions.

CEO Park already mentioned Jay had taken a liking towards you last week in a meeting with the board of commissioners. The small group of greying old men guffawed at the information, but didn’t look surprised considering your expertise and efficiency in routine making - which they’d envied and clearly wanted for themselves. The CEO spoke confidently of you, and seemingly didn’t mind you and Jay getting close to each other - but did mention that maintaining professionalism is one of the first things he wants you to prioritise.

That way, your job always came first - and love came anywhere other than that in any and all circumstances.

"Good morning." Jay lilts, throwing you a look. "Well, I guess it's a good morning for me."

"I'm glad you're feeling good Mr Park." You give him a jittery smile.

"Jay, please. Oh, I don't know about you, but I'm in a very good mood today." he adds, taking three deliberately slow strides away, before he faces you again.

"That blazer looks very good on you, y/n." the way he says your name with a twitch of his lip has you reeling.

"Thank you, Jay. You have dressed very … appropriately today." you nod again, feeling your neck become stiff at all the head movements you're having to do. You don't trust your mouth enough to do all the talking, clearly.

He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what you mean by your cryptic words. Last time you'd been waiting outside Mr Park's personal office at home and came across a freshly showered Jay with only a towel around his hips. He leaned against the doorway next to you and gave you the same smirk he always did. "Need some help?"

"No," you politely declined, feeling your thighs press against each other. "I'm just waiting to hand Mr Park some files." you lifted up said folder.

"You can wait in my room if you don't want to stand," he offered, seemingly innocently.

"That would be inappropriate." you shook your head with a nervous chuckle.

"What would be inappropriate about that, y/n?" he pouted playfully, and you knew he was teasing you. "I have a nice comfortable bed in there, some futons," he simpered, taking a step towards you with every few words. "My lap,"

You almost choked on air and-

The memory comes floating back and you bite your lip, heading for the door. "You should get going, Mr Par- Jay."

"Of course," he grins at you. "Oh, and, uh, be good for me and take the Sims' Champagne tasting off my schedule?"

CEO Park sits in the back of the car while you sit on the driver's side. It's best to talk to him about earlier, right? "Sir," you clear your throat and begin. "Your son, Jay, has asked me to remove his name from the five-thirty PM schedule."

After flicking his wrist up to glance at the face of his expensive watch, he turns back to the tinted window.

"Don't remove him off that list," he continues, and you sigh internally. "Jay never goes out at all lately - only when you attend certain events does he drag himself out of his room."

The CEO gives you a tired look through the mirror.

"Goodness, kids these days. He only ever watches those Japanese animations." he shakes his head. You stop at a red light on the intersection, actually letting out a breath you didn't know you'd be holding.

"I'm sure he's just not feeling himself today," despite his earlier great mood you internally roll your eyes. "I can talk to him." you promise.

Once you roll into the valet at the main building, the CEO is escorted in and behind him some reporters tatter with large cameras. Work phone in hand, you scroll to find Jay's contact, which until today you'd not touched.

His name is ingrained in your brain day and night - it feels like it's following you sometimes, too. Fingers tapping at your keyboard, you slip in behind the CEO and make a beeline for the stairs.

[you] Mr Jay Park, I've been told not to cancel your schedule today. If you are busy then, perhaps reschedule your own plans?

Jay immediately responds, as if his fingers were already hovering over your own contact, however it's not text that gets your attention, it's a photo of him in the gym mirror, tank top doing nothing to hide his arms. His thumb and forefinger are lifted up into a heart as he smirks into the camera.

[Mr (Jay) Park] Thanks for the memo, but I don't have any plans to go.

[Mr (Jay) Park] Convince me and i'll think about it ♡

The heart at the end steals the show, obviously along with the teasing picture.

You consider snapping a picture of your own in the reflection of one of the interior glass windows, finger already pressing send along with a typed message.

[you] I should convince you? What do you have in mind Mr Park?

Jay swears under his breath at the implication of your words and he shamelessly zooms in on your photo, saving it to his phone and using it as your new profile picture.

You look extra sexy, and before he can respond with something cheeky, you add

[you] Mr Park mentioned you were looking into getting some new garments.

He feels his sudden ego boost quickly deflate as you completely miss (or he completely misses) the point of what he thought you were talking about. But, thinking about hanging out, personally, with you? Bingo.

[Mr (Jay) Park] sent a voice message

You click the speaker icon and gulp at his tone.

“I was expecting something more … creative from you - but whatever Daddy wants Daddy gets.” He chuckles and the message ends.

You're glad your phone is connected to your ear monitor, because if the men in the committee who are chatting around you would overhear that, it wouldn't be easy to explain.

Now at the conference table, you lay out your iPad for notes.

A nudge on your upper arm makes you jump. "Did Jay argue much?" the CEO leans over.

You send him a tight smile, the heat between your thighs already growing uncomfortable.

"Not at all Sir,"

You don't realise how much Jay irks you sometimes until you're speaking to him directly and in person.

"I don't feel like clothes shopping." he watches you with dead eyes from the backseat as you turn into a lane of traffic.

You spare him a glance, "What do you feel like doing Mr Park?"

The man sighs (still looking effortlessly put together after his daily gym schedule) already thinking back to that one time you called him Jay earlier and his dick jumped a little. Although he felt like that was horny teen behaviour, it didn't stop him from wanting to show you what you did to him. "I don't know how many times I have to say this but call me Jay - or Jongseong." He throws his head back into the headrest, waving a hand in the air as if to convince you of his nonchalance.

"If it makes you more comfortable, I'm fine with doing that. I'm just concerned it's not very professional."

"Professional." Jay huffs. "When you're with me you should hardly be professional. Dad doesn't really care what you call me, either." he feels himself breaking into the tiniest of smirks as he thinks of what kind of ways you can refer to him outside of his name ('Sir' is usually not his thing, because it's too corporate to be intimate), but refrains from dampening your mood - not that he could dampen your mood with that kind of conversation anyway.

"Okay, Jay." You start, grimacing when you realise the emphasis on his preferred name may have come off as patronising. "What do you have in mind so I can convince you to go?" It's awkward for you (and as a secratary, being awkward with your superior means it's bad), but the man in the back of the car doesn't feel that way.

"Hm. Spend some one-on-one time with yours truly." he smirks.

"Where are you going with this, Sir?" the word makes you internally shrivel up, mentally correcting yourself that you're not with the CEO, you're with his son.

He laughs dryly. "Sir? We're the same age. I prefer Daddy." And you swear to God you nearly crash the car, abruptly swerving into another lane - luckily clear in that second, and the one that takes you back to the Park residence the fastest. And despite a correction on the tip of your tongue, you can barely form a sentence, speechless. After picking Jay up from the gym, he'd been abnormally quiet, until you mentioned the idea of convincing him to go out.

He's amused at your antsy driving but continues nevertheless.

"You're not disagreeing." he lilts. "To hang out."

"I'm not." you clear your throat, attempting to move on from the image of calling the CEO's son Daddy while he fucks you in his dad's office- "I just think there's better things to do than spend time with your father's secretary."

The sinful scene in your brain replays like a gif and you suck in a sharp breath.

"What makes you think that?" he asks, combing his hair back with his fingers.

You glance at him again and sigh. Of course he doesn't understand your power imbalance. Whatever dynamic he thinks you have, that's not it. You can't do anything with him in private even if you wanted to (which you of course wouldn't mind getting into). "Never mind."

Later, you're at the Park residence in aim of 'convincing' the CEO's son to attend the Sim's event in the evening.

Your slacks are tight as you awkwardly perch on the sleek couch. "You want to watch a movie? It's hardly the time, it's not even dark Jay." CEO Park gave you your first at-home interview on this couch. You could say it brings back a sort of trauma.

"Someone's confidence grew - talking down to me now huh?" he steps towards you with two wine glasses, his glasses once again perched on his nose with that godforsaken white button-up shirt. He sits next to you and turns to face you, opens the vintage wine (probably worth more than your week's paycheck) and pours it into the tall wine glasses.

He passes you your drink and takes a sip of his own, swirling the burgundy around to appreciate the flavours.

"I didn't mean it to come out like that," you shake your head, setting your glass down hastily.

He doesn't say anything, but studies you calmly. The silence is almost comfortable. Barely. "You look pretty today."

You smile at his compliment. "I like your glasses," you return. "They suit you. You should wear them more often."

Jay knows what he's doing when he spreads his thighs.

"Only if you like them." he simpers coyly.

He sits back and you on the other hand sit straight and stiff because of your outfit. Your movements are restricted and Jay sits up all of a sudden. "Are you uncomfortable? I can get you some of my clothes." he tells you, rather than asks you, and before you can refuse, he's already on his way out.

He hands you his clothes on return to the lounge area and you hop into the bathroom to change with a sheepish 'thank you'. Sliding on his sweats, you take a moment to breathe. He's being friendly. Either that, or he wants to fuck you (of course you’re not opposed to being railed by a rich sex god)- but you opt to focus on the idea of him just wanting to feel more comfortable around you. It's not like you see him with anyone else when you're around anyway.

You can't help but consider how you feel about this whole situation, given the knowledge that once you make a decision about your actions, there's little leeway to turn back on them. Jay on the other hand has more freedom with his decisions, because he doesn't rely on his next paycheck to get by.

You can hear distant shuffling and padding once again as he reappears from the top of the staircase.

Jay positively swoons seeing you in his hoodie because the sleeves are a little too long on you, giving you cute little sweater paws. After his eyeful he turns a random movie on, not even caring to look at the synopsis or ask you if you like it at all (perhaps he forgot while he was distracted).

You finally settle back in your seat, the cold black leather making goose bumps raise on your skin. The feeling makes you shudder and Jay notices the jerky movement of your limbs.

He turns his head to you from his lying position. "What's up?" and looks at you as you think with pouty lips.

"I feel like this is my first time doing nothing." you admit, concerned over your lack of solid work in the CEO's home these past ten minutes.

"You're still doing your job." he assures you, frowning. "You wouldn't even let me take your phone for an hour."

"That phone is important. I need to know where Mr Park is at all times." you pull the hoodie up and snuggle into the material. It smells so good. Expensive yet musky, just like Jay.

Another pause.

"Thanks, I guess." you sigh breathily.

"For what?"

"I needed this." you smile at him.

He looks at you again. "This should be a regular thing on th schedule then."

"Being unprofessional while trying to convince you to go to a party as if i were trying to get a five year old to finally go to sleep?"

"If that's how you see it." he clears his throat, taking another hasty sip of wine to somewhat calm himself. The expensive bubbles slip easily down his throat and he holds his breath for a few seconds.

You bite your lip at the next silence, trying to hold in your laugh.

Jay shuffles until he's leaning close to you, eyes on your lips, shiny from the alcohol. His face is quite close and you press the pads of your fingers to his lips softly in order to draw the boundary between work and relationship back again, despite being heavily tempted to overstep it or at least toe the line.

He doesn't say anything, but whispers against your skin. "I think I'm tipsy."

"You've only sipped on your wine twice." you mumble, feeling slightly guilty at his sudden sentimentality. "How can you go to the champagne tasting when you're tipsy, Jay?"

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "Do you only care about the Sims party?"

"Jongseong. It's my job to make you see to it, but I didn't want you spending this time alone."

He nods, seemingly understanding your motive for accepting his offer. He's not stupid. "Are you going?"

"I can if it will make you go." you tell him, "It's your image om the line here, and although i appreciate your custom by giving me clothes to change into, I can't tell you that this is okay."

"I'm not a child." He leans away from you, hurt and slightly offended. "I'm expressing my interest in you, and all I'm saying to that is if you go to the Sims' tonight, then so do I."

His gaze is strong on you, jaw locked as he gauges your reaction.

You on the other hand sit with a pounding chest.

"You're honestly the most interesting thing I have going for me at the moment, and the other heirs know that." He usually never lets his vulnerability slip, but Jay's shell definitely suffers a susbstantial crack in that moment, making your chest feel tighter with every word. "And it's not just me that i'm worried about. I know that. It's mom, it's dad, it's Sunghoon, it's Heeseung, it's-"

"Just go as my plus-one, I won't make it uncomfortable." he clarifies, shifting so he's facing you again - a polite gesture you notice he does since his mother taught him customs from different countries. "Jake Sim is difficult, and i'd rather have something or someone to talk about rather than be sitting in the corner twiddling my thumbs while my dad is up on the podium making a speech or gifting pledges to scholarship foundations."

You don't know what overcomes you but when your lips meet his for a split second, you're mortified.

author’s note - we have a new request coming out 

He's stopped talking, suddenly breathing heavier and dropping his gaze to your lips. Your fingers reach up to cover them and you know immediately this is wrong. It's not supposed to be like this.

i am positively squealing

part 2 is coming

and hi i've actually edited this

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[sweettodo]

best friends dad.

levi ackerman x freader.

includes : dub con - [ age gap ] , smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting. pretty much porn with no plot.

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a/n, thank you for 600 followers !!! <33 i love every single one of you.

••

She's your best friend, your closest ally, your soul sister.

She has been there with you through thick and thin, since youth, you two took showers together as children, ate off the same plate, went on countless vacations, share the same clothes. What would your life be without her?

Your behavior prevails to be horrendous.

It catches you when you're alone, or when there's nothing to distract you. Creeping up, lingering around your soul- guilt- quite the foe.

You lay on your bed, shame depleting you the more you remained in silence, left alone with your thoughts. Staring at the soft white ceiling, the sun scarcely pouring through the cracks of the shades, rendering it impossible to fall back asleep.

It was eating you alive, it was driving you nuts, you were so selfish. It was too late to go back on this.

And this isn't even the worst part of it all...

Your fathers are best friends, also close since childhood. Being neighbors, your mothers were close too, you all were practically family.

Hence, it boils down to one thing- one simple, and easy question.

That being, why was your 'second father' mere inches away from you, naked, barely covered by a sheet, and sleeping in your bed?

Yet, as disgusted as you are with yourself, you're turning to face the sleeping man, placing a small kiss below his ear, his arms instantaneously fastening around your frame, pulling you closer to his body, he loves when you wake him up like this, you're both accustomed to this routine.

After all, you did sleep in the same bed more often than you'd like the admit.

Living alone in your apartment made it easier for the both of you to be with each other, though your best friend resided here, she was at college, living in a dorm out of state for extended periods.

He told his wife and other children the ridiculous excuse, 'I'll be back in a week or so, on business' and he'd come straight to you. Always. With take-out dinner, a duffle over his shoulder, and a plethora of condoms in his pocket.

Call it disturbing, but it's almost perverse to give his wife kudos, 'no wonder you tied the knot.' because shit, you wish you could.

No one knows about the infidelity, so it was fun to sneak around; since becoming an adult, that's when family dinners with the neighbors took a turn, your body filled with a mix of excitement and angst almost every Friday.

He always sits next to you, to your right, hand secretly placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. He finds himself unable to resist your body.

The second you turned eighteen he was ready to pounce, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

He's so good at what he does, he knows how to sneak around, he always plays his cards right, he knew you couldn't resist the temptation; the temptation of your best friend's father.

•

How it started was almost too cliché.

•

"Hey, is y/f/n home? We're supposed to be getting ready to go out, she's not answering my texts."

"She's not home, likely caught up at work."

You nod, "how about you come in and wait?" he allows you in, "what's the occasion?" he laughs, plopping down on the couch, you sit on the other side, placing your dress, makeup bag, and shoes on the floor beside your feet.

"A friend's birthday dinner, she just turned eighteen." He smiles, looking back at the television, "she's always making us late." You chuckle, your phone going off at the same time, Levi watching your thumbs frantically respond to the disappointing message.

"She won't be off for another few hours." Levi sighs, "I'll just hang out in her room until then."

"You can stay down here, you're not in my way." He quickly replies, you accept his offer and slip off your shoes.

"How's your mom?" he changes the topic, standing and walking out of the room towards the direction of the kitchen, "and your dad."

"Both good, how about you and-"

"Good." he interrupts, returning with a glass in his hands, likely a glass of whiskey, that was his go-to.

Oddly enough, you felt unsettled being alone with him, something inside of you remained nervous, but not necessarily a bad sentiment.

You didn't spend much time with Levi alone, most of the time it was with your father and y/f/n, so you sat quietly, both watching the screen mounted on the wall in front of you.

Little did you know, he was feeling the same way, awkward and nervy.

"Do you need to get ready at any particular time?" he cuts the silence.

"Uhm, I didn't expect to wait, because I have to shower."

He hums in agreement, "you can shower here if you want." You didn't even bat an eye, standing and saying 'okay', trotting upstairs towards your best friend's room, dropping all your belongings on the floor.

Leaving the room, you're opening the linen closet to retrieve a towel and head straight for the bathroom.

This was your second home, why leave the bathroom door locked while you showered?

His leg tapped in anticipation, he knew now was such a perfect time, he had to do something about how he was feeling.

Levi told himself that this feeling would pass, he was disgusted in himself.

The first time he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, making himself cum to the thought of his daughter's best friend.

He had never thought about you sexually, it was almost like a switch was flipped when you came home, stumbling drunk with his daughter the night of your birthday to avoid your own parents, you were now an adult, and that's when things changed.

He thought about you in so many twisted ways, and the fetish only grew- it grew day by day, month by month.

Now, you were only a few months shy of nineteen, in college, in your own living space, independent, he loved it; and every day, he prayed to God he'd stop feeling so guilty about his vices.

But he was trapped, stewing on his thoughts before he went to bed at night, on the way to work, waking up in the morning- he only thought about you. He needed to do something.

He found his feet quickly moving up the stairs, entering his bedroom, and pacing, this was sure as hell a tough dilemma, but he knew he could get you to see it too.

"Levi, I- uh, need some help."

Like it was a blessing, a foot in the door, he's now knocking before you allow him in, you stand there only in a towel, hair wet and your body dripping with water, "the thing won't turn off, I'm sorry."

He could barely swallow, "I'll fix it."

The hot steam made him overwhelmed, the fresh smell of the strawberry-scented body wash that you had after your shower was sending him into a frenzy.

You stood there, watching him turn the hot water off, you acknowledged how close you were to him, naked except for the towel, he was so close to your legs, your wet body.

He stood straight after fixing the faucet, wiping his hands on his shirt, "thanks."

You step around him, down the hall, and towards your friend's room, "y/n," turning, Levi's there, in the hallway, a few feet behind you, "I need to talk to you."

He knew now was the only time he could fix this disgusting fixation he has on you.

You pursued him, you followed him straight to his bedroom, you allowed him to close the door behind you; you felt his hands grab your own, pinning them above your head against the wall.

You allowed him to kiss you, you kissed him back, and you savored the taste of him. It was almost like you didn't allow your mind to register what you were doing.

"I've been meaning to do this." He breathes, catching up on his lack of oxygen.

You didn't say anything, your towel was coming loose, his free hand encircling around the small of your back, pulling you against him, "Levi." You uttered, his head dips down, kissing your lips as he's whisking you off your feet and onto his shared bed with his wife.

Your legs wrap around his waist, his elbows propped up beside your head, his tongue swiping across your lip, you do the same, what the fuck were you doing?

You pull away from him, "Levi- this is bad." Hand pressing against his shoulder, pushing him off of you gently, "this is so bad."

He moves his hand through his hair, "no one has to know."

"I gotta' go get dressed," yet your legs don't move, "fuck- fuck this is bad, she's gonna hate me."

"No, no she won't," he objects, pushing you onto your back, "you want it, don't you?"

Your stomach was doing backflips, nauseated almost. You saw his tight body, you've always loved it- like a father.

You felt his cock between your legs instants earlier, you didn't comprehend just how willing you were; how wet you were between your legs.

"Let me show you," throwing off his shirt, "don't worry, no ones gonna know,"

He sees the look on your face, stunned.

"Don't you trust me?" your head was spinning.

"I do."

Your head is pushed onto his pillow, making sure he doesn't strip you of your towel just yet.

The feeling of performing something so bad, so disturbing, so sinful, it was driving you nuts, your stomach twisted, filled with butterflies as you saw the man strip in front of you. This was really happening.

"Open."

Your legs open, but you hold your towel down, feeling his eyes bore into you, "you can show me."

His hands open your legs, gasping, he's kissing you again, laying between your legs with just his boxers severing the direct touch.

"God, this fucking body."

The towel slipping down your chest, his hands instantly cupping your tits, the now, cold droplets of water from your shower making your nipples twice as hard, he smiles, "you've always been so beautiful- so innocent too, you know that?" his hands trail down your sides, feeling your flesh in his palms, up to your thighs.

You felt so dirty, you wanted more, you wanted him to touch every inch of your body, you wanted to feel secure and full, "you want me to touch you don't you. You want it?" he sees your pleading eyes, he sees how hungry you looked, he brings his hand to your beck, squeezing your jugular, "say it, use your words.”

“I do, but y/f/n, Levi.” Your words meant one thing, but your actions were proving another. You didn't know how much you needed this- how much you longed to be touched by a man who helped raise you.

It made you sick, but fuck, it felt so good, “you want it, just as I do,” he pulls back, taking his hand and forcing open your mouth, “here.”

He wet his fingers with your saliva, ripping the towel that barely covered your lower half. “Look at how pretty, so wet too.”

You hiss, his finger pressing down against your clit, your thigh spasming from the harsh pressure against your nerves, “I’m gonna make you cum, you want that, right?”

“Yes, please make me cum.” You plead, his thumb still pressing hard against your bud, “f-fuck!” your legs slamming around his arm.

“Open those legs, I didn't say you could close them.” He commands, getting a better look at your pussy, his hand moving down the threads of his boxers with his free hand, cock springing from his constraints.

“Spit.” He steals more alive from your tongue, using it to lubricate his cock; he was thick, girthy with few veins decorating up the bottom to right below the tip. His chest heaving, hands pinning up your thighs, your legs wide open for him to see.

You whined, his throbbing tip teasing you by soaking up your slick, he was so painfully hard- the way he knocked against the tight hole in front of him.

“You want my cock? You want your other daddy to fuck you, huh?” You nod, eyes begging with every ounce of your entity.

You nod desperately, “please- fuck me.”

He obeys, gripping your thighs, pressing them upwards as he’s leaning down towards you, slowly sliding past your entrance.

Splitting you open, immense pressure brings you to screams, your eyes screwed shut as you spit out the man's name.

“Can barely fit- fuck.” His shoulders lax, cock seeping deeper into your pussy.

He pushes back and forth into you, the sound of your pussy juicing around his cock filled the room as you two take in the feeling of each other's touch.

“S’big- so big, Levi.” Your tongue lols out, he takes it as a welcome to capture your lips, sucking on your tongue as you mewl against his mouth.

He pulls away from you, “say my name,” he groans, “say it, what's my name?” his cock filling you so well, you could say many things; tears brimming your eyes as he's stabbing your cervix with his tip.

You wail, gasping for air, “daddy- please harder!”

His hips piston into you, slamming against yours as he's speeding up, cock ramming into you senselessly, harder thrusts when he hears you call him by his name, fucking you stupid.

“Go on and cum all over my cock, you're so close- fuck- you keep squeezing me-” he can barely contain himself.

But he keeps pace, the sweet spot in the depths of your pussy being abused, pussy squelching with every rut of his wide hips.

You're so close, inching closer towards release, a mantra of his name rolling out of your mouth, you feel so full, packed to the fucking brim.

The weight of his body on top of yours, cock reaching impossible lengths inside of you, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest glistening with sweat, “so good, creaming all over my dick, yeah? You love it.” He boasts, you whined, mouth agape.

“So close- daddy- so close.”

“Do it, you're so tight- fuck, can't get over it.”

The coil in your stomach tightening, your body going numb as he rips an incredible orgasm out of your weak body, “that's right, squirt all over my cock, God this pussy s’ fuckin’ amazing.”

He slowed down, bearing his high, watching as your cum drips down your pussy, his thighs and stomach soaked with your essence as it drips down his thighs. Amazed at the sight, he continues to steadily fuck into your convulsing walls, you're body shaking from the debilitating orgasm.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your eyes surrounded by a starry white, wet noises driving Levi closer to climax, the sheets below the both of you soaked, “open those eyes.” He commands.

You open your eyes, legs squeezing tighter around his sides, “you’re gonna swallow my cum, right baby?” he sees you nod your head, needy to taste him down your throat.

He provides you with a few strong thrusts, before slowly pulling out of you, your hand quickly wrapping around the base of his cock, rolling out your tongue like a whore.

You take his tip on the pad of your tongue, swirling around, his eyebrows scrunching from the sensitive touch, “fuck, so fuckin’ perfect,” hand coming down to caress your head before dipping his fingers between the- still wet hair from your shower.

He twitches, releasing his load in your mouth, the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, he watches it coat your tongue, catching his breath as he's seeing you swallow every drop of cum, his thumb strokes across your bottom lip, smirking.

“Look at the mess you made, now I have to clean these sheets.” Gripping your hair between his digits, he's pushing your head down to look at the damp sheets, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

He pushes you back down on the bed, sloppily kissing your red and swollen lips once more.

“That cunt is just as good as I thought it was.”

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[newtonsheffield]

Sooooo you mentioned in a post of Hyacinth's tiktok something about BSCU's Anthony being a daddy... so maybe we could see that for Spicy Sunday? Pretty please?

Okay.

As we know, I deeply view all Anthony's as being capable of being a daddy (bless him) but BSCU Anthony is but rarely a Daddy, Only on special occasions I suppose, and only when Kate asks for it

Honestly, Kate didn't really think she was into the whole Daddy thing. No shade to other people who liked it, whatever happened between consenting adults was their own business as far as she was concerned, but she hadn't thought it was for her. Until, like a lot of things in her life, Anthony.

She'd seen him with his siblings before they'd been together, of course, everyone at work had. Little snatches of them when they dropped by, but after they started dating, when she knew how serious she was about them. When part of her recognised that Anthony was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, meant that to see it made her burn.

She loved watching him with them, soft and gentle, and kind, there was something so nurturing about it, that it clawed at her chest. But even that wasn't it. In the end what did it was Anthony, coming home from the gym, sweat still on his forehead as she lay in his bed, his voice like a growl in her ear as he'd left Don't go anywhere. Sweat clinging to his muscles his shorts tight against his thighs, the sleeves of his shirt tight against his biceps, bulging just a little.

"Hey Daddy." It had just slipped out, though she definitely wasn't sorry she'd said it, heat already lapping at her stomach.

Anthony dropped his water bottle in surprise, his hand running through his hair, his eyes wide, "Ah-me-my-Me Daddy? I'm Daddy?"

Kate raised her eyebrows, "Noone's ever called you daddy before?"

His eyes had darkened, raking over her, as she lay with his bedsheets tucked around her, her head resting on his pillows. "No one's ever called me Daddy before."

Something was building between them, their eyes locked together, stealing the air from the room, thickening it around her, as he took a few steps closer, his shirt pulled over his head, the muscles of his stomach rippling a little, "Do you want to call me Daddy Kate?"

He'd slipped off his shoes before he'd even come upstairs, moving to straddle her on the bed, and she couldn't force the words from her chest, though her mind was screaming Yes yes yes yes yes.

He leaned towards her, his hands on the headboard behind her, on either side of her, their lips nearly touching, so close, brushing when he spoke, his voice so low, it shot right through her.

"Kate, do you want me to be Daddy for you?"

she could barely bring herself to nod, swallowing convulsively.

A feral smile spread over Anthony's face, clicking his tongue, "I'm going to need you to ask. Nicely."

fuck she could hardly breathe, his fingers were tugging the bedsheet down, slowly uncovering her, his hand slipping underneath, warm on her chest.

"Please, Anthony. Please, Daddy."

Anthony was off the bed in seconds, the bed sheet stripped from her with a flourish, Anthony's stubble scraping up her thighs, his fingers tight on her legs, spreading them a little obscenely wide, his eyes locked with hers,

"So ready for Daddy." whispered against her thigh,

A whine building in her chest, her hips already bucking towards him, his chuckle vibrating against her skin. And finally his tongue touched her. A moan ripped through her chest, her throat a little raw as his tongue and teeth nipped at her, sucking a tugging, pulling and pushing, his fingers relentless as they joined his tongue, his free hand rubbing soft circles on the inside of her thigh. Her hips grinding against him and fingertips slipping through his hair felt almost sinful, Anthony's own hips grinding against his mattress a little desperately.

It was too much, too overwhelming, heat burning against her skin when she shattered, shuddering against him, with a silent scream. Kate's shoulders were still heaving desperately trying to get her breath back as Anthony's lips started kissing up her body straddling her again.

His lips claimed hers, tongue sliding against hers, the taste of herself a little overwhelming, already pushing her higher and higher.

"I want you on your hands and knees, babe. Right now."

The only response she could muster was a groan, Anthony's hands gripping her hips tightly, sliding her further up the bed, out from under him, guiding her into place. Her chest felt tight, desperation building in her chest.

"Please, Daddy."

His hips snapped to hers, forcing the air from her chest, Anthony's hands still tight on her hips as she fell to her forearms, the pace relentless, Anthony all around her consuming her her, desperately pushing forward.

Such a good girl, Kate, So perfect, fucking look at you babe,

His voice pushing her higher and higher her own voice cracking through her chest, Yes Daddy, please don't stop, please don't I'm so close.

The end was right there, she could nearly taste it, heat threatening to drag her down, swallow her whole, and then it did. Her scream ripped through the room, collapsing against the bed, Anthony still relentless, his body draped over hers, and then he fell as well, his hips grinding erratically, a sharp cry ripped from him as well and then silence fell.

"Holy fucking shit." Anthony was gasping, collapsed against her, the sweat cooling between them. "I ah- didn't know you were into that."

Kate could still barely breathe, "I wasn't, never used to be. was that okay?"

Anxiety suddenly swarmed in her stomach, worried she'd pushed him too far, into something he hadn't wanted.

Anthony's laughter rumbled through her chest, "I literally blacked out for a second. I'll be daddy whenever you want, babe."

And two weeks later, in her childhood bedroom, she asked again

#bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #spicy sunday🌶 #molly's asks and answers