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muddshadow · 2 years

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Happy Storyteller Saturday! What is something that has changed from the beginning of your WIP to now?

hello @ryns-ramblings!! *showers you with glitter* I have morphed this ask into world-building Wednesday! and for the subject of change, i’ve gotta talk about my oldest, dearest, most maddening project...

TO FORGET A PRINCE // High fantasy, mystery. A world built on bones, volatile magic and sentient nature, and the escalating riddle of a godling’s revenge. First in a trilogy, To Forget a Prince brings together the three strangers Yulei, Nara, and Kon, each struggling to prove themselves in all the wrong ways as a cold-hearted monster wakes from its long sleep. About failure, perseverance, and creating your own salvation.

oh boy this story... it's been with me since i was about twelve years old. It's undergone so many overhauls, i could write an entirely separate novel about what's changed since the first few ideas. It’s original version was more a convoluted chain of wild events and spectacular battle scenes and extra-dramatic character drama than it was an actual story with plot. Giving it structure took a lot of time and effort, though the biggest challenge was designing character arcs. The three main characters sort of grew up with me, their traits and personalities went through several transitions, and so writing them a beginning and end was tough. I'm sure they'll endure more tweaks and adjustments as the last of my plot comes together, but I've settled on their personal journeys - how they begin the story and the difficult truths they face along the way. Besides a name change for each, a couple makeovers, and some major background revisions, here’s some of the biggest changes for the three main characters...

Yulei began as many twelve-year-old OC's do: an over-powered, over-dramatic, tragic chosen one. Also everyone was in love with her (naturally). Yulei was really good at being captured by enemies (everyone wanted her ultra special powers), accidentally destroying buildings in fits of magical hysteria (she was always forgiven for this), and staring pensively into the night sky. Yulei didn’t actually have that much personality. Her righteous goodness and popularity were boring. Over time, she’s become significantly less ‘good’ and entirely less ‘popular’. After scrapping the chosen-one gig and rearranging her background, Yulei is defined by her razor-sharp resourcefulness, eager impulsiveness, and lonesome wanderlust. She grew up in a big city with very little support, she knew a hundred flavors of neglect before an affectionate touch, and is infatuated by the whisper of magic (and now also branded by it). Despite being (mostly) good-natured and friendly, Yulei struggles with attachment. Meeting her mentor changed the trajectory of her entire life. When he disappears, Yulei becomes obsessed with finding him. Her character arc centers around this obsession - fearing the rot of loneliness, killing the self to please someone else, digging up truths better left hidden. But in the effort of searching for her mentor, Yulei forges new bonds she never thought she could, and learns a lot about how to love.

Nara (Nathera) is utterly unrecognizable from his original design. He began as the story's villain: also over-powered, smirks eight times a paragraph, and whose blinding handsomeness and (predatory) charm cancelled out all those murders he committed. But Nara was also indentured to the bigger, badder bad guy, and so this made him sympathetic enough to team up with sometimes. Nara’s personality has changed A LOT, and transitioning him from problematic villain meant giving him a weakness - so now, Nara is a coward. He runs from blatant danger, possible danger, confrontation of an emotional nature, and most things that blink at him funny. Not for lack of magical talent - Nara is still an exceedingly talented sorcerer - but his work often flirts with death and running away has always meant survival. Nara looks after himself first and foremost, and he prefers to hide behind a hundred-layer mask. His character arc is about courage - courage to face his fears, but also the courage to know oneself. Nara can’t flee the plot of the story because it grows from the problem he never quite foresaw (he’ll curse himself for never anticipating that danger), and he can’t flee himself as the past comes calling. Surrounded by people who are ferociously authentic, Nara is forced to decide who he wants to be.

Kon (Konvhana) has always been the voice of reason. Except when I was a kid, I had little to no interest in silly things like reason, and so Kon was condemned to be the bland and boring one. He led a prestigious team of warriors; always making the right battle decisions, connected the others to the story’s political higher-ups, and rarely felt complicated emotions. The best thing I did for Kon’s character arc was take away all that certainty in his leadership - Kon stills leads a (much smaller) team, but his storyline is defined by trust. Kon has good instincts, a sharp nose for lies, and a strong sense for justice, but he doubts himself. It’s difficult for him to trust others and terrifying to lead them. He wants to make a difference but doesn’t know how. Throughout the first book, Kon hesitates and stumbles, blindly follows others despite disagreement, suffers and learns from his failures. Meeting Yulei and Nara forces Kon into the position where he can make a difference - where his decisions have consequences and his actions affect lives, and where he must trust himself or lose everything he cares about. Kon has always been stern, grumpy, and a slight buzzkill, but nowadays he’s also intelligent, extremely caring, and someone who’s had to work very, very hard to act on what he believes is right.

thanks for the excuse to ramble about my oldest characters <3 here's some lineart of them i haven't colored yet!! Kon - Yulei - Nara. (yulei is usually 5'3" hehe) i love them very much <3

#writeblr #muddshadow #mud draws #mud asks #thank you so much for the question!! sorry i am a slug. but this was fun trash talking their old terrible personalities LOL #i so badly want to dig through my storage unit to find my old sketchbooks... their first designs compared to now would give y'all whiplash #maybe i'll say the same in another ten years who knows!! i hope the first book is done by then lmao #thanks to anyone who reads all this! it was fun to think about :v #wip. to forget a prince #oc. kon #oc. yulei #oc. nara

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lovelykhaleesiii · 14 days

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Can I request a smutty fic for Aemond, please? The base idea I had is that he's been at war for a while and finally reunites with his wife, so it's quite passionate. I leave the finer details to your expertise ♡

Sacrifices with Intimacy

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,805.

WARNINGS: p in v sexual intercourse, female oral receiving, praise kink, breeding kink, swearing.

A/N - haven't written for Aemond in a long while, so forgive me if this is trash! sorry about the long wait, Ez. I hope you genuinely enjoy this! all this new content for Aem/Ewan is stirring some deep feelings! thanks for being so patient and kind.

The toils of this war had felt like an eternity, and undeniably, you had missed your beloved husband dearly...

Aemond Targaryen, the second son of King Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower: your betrothed and in eager time, your doting husband, was called at arms to fight the war in the name and honour of his elder brother, the King now, Aegon II. Aemond expressed no hesitation to act in defence, even if this meant sacrificing sacred time with you. As much as his reasons were to defend the honour and dignity of his family, he fought in battle with intent of smothering all grounds of harm towards you by all means. He thoroughly intended to vanquish any potential enemy or ounce of threat, kin alike, if it meant that you live a life free from suffering.

A sacrifice needed to fulfil this meant his prolonged absence in your life. An absence felt too deeply indeed, like an open gash, exposed to the natural chill of the air. Until the familiar, thunderous roars and bellowing gush of winds roared across the daylight, roars and wings that could only belong to one great dragon...Vhagar.

"My beloved—"

"Aem!"

An embrace long overdue, like no other. Against your body, Aemond's hold felt constricting yet oddly comforting, pressing you as deep against his slim physique as possible.

"You've returned sooner than I'd anticipated—"

"Do you not wish me to be here, my dearest? Has my early return not pleased you so?" He huskily murmurs, his voice deep: warming your heart so, as it had been so long since you'd heard the familiar tone. A deep chuckle echoing to your ears, as you nuzzle against his neck, longingly inhaling his musky scent.

"Well now that you're here, I may never let you go again—," You faintly whisper, enough only for Aemond's ears, as the dragon-keepers urgently tend to the monstrous Vhagar.

"Have your duties in Harrenhall come to a close? Need you take your place now here in King's Landing?"

"For the time being, my beloved. For the foreseeable future, I am to remain here... Rightfully beside you."

Despite all fruitless attempts of his Grandsire, the Hand, and the Dowager Queen, Alicent Hightower, urging Aemond to attend council meetings to arrange further battle plans and to discuss progress: Aemond remained solidly adamant in his stance.

"I've sacrificed enough of my time fighting this war in the name of this family. An evening to spare with my wife, I should warrant at the very least."

He was to spend the entirety of the evening, every passing hour, minute and seconds with you, soaking each other up to make amends for such deficiencies.

Your bare bodies entwined against each other, feeling the heat radiating from his muscular body.

"You've grown leaner, my love... Are they not feeding their troops?"

His calloused hands take their sweet, precious time lightly tracing over the curves of your naked body: scoring goosebumps to course over your soft skin where he had hovered. His touch had become alien to you now, and yet you craved for him to never let go.

"They feed us, although not well enough... And not for the delicacies that I desire," his lowly voice made your eager ears prick up, excited to hear his every word, to listen to him speak mindlessly for hours on end. A growl etched as his good eye lingered over your calm, sensual figure.

Slowly, you kneel yourself up over towards him, straddling his chest: his rough hands gripping the outer flesh of your tender thighs, squeezing and tapping at the meat, nudging for you to move up closer towards him. A sly smirk stricken across his handsome face, a face now masked with lingering yet subtle scratches and marks, proof of his succession in battles. Your finger lightly tracing over their lightning-like marks, gently until reaching the infamous sapphire eye.

"Do you still find me handsome as the day we wed?"

"Always, Aem—”

"Do you still want your husband to eat that pretty cunt of yours out? Been craving for me, silly princess, even if you deny it... I can feel you throbbing against me now."

Now knelt, hovering ever so closely to his face, you slowly sink yourself down, feeling your cheeks now well rested comfortably against his broad shoulders. His ravenous tongue spared no second plunging itself into your walls, as his lips curled and lapped at your moist entrance.

"Hmm—" A deep, penetrating sound vibrating from his lips against yours, you felt your dead weight plunge deeper, the walls of your silky cunt feeling tight and tickly against his guzzling mouth. You felt your body bobbing subtly up and down, in sync with his heaving chest, as his breaths grew deeper and denser.

"My husband, the saviour of the Seven Kingdoms... A-And I have h-him a-at my beck and call, b-beneath me."

Breathless and exhilarated, your wetness stimulating beneath you, sensing just how drenched your inner thighs feel. Intertwining your fingers with Aemond's, releasing his firm grip from your thighs, guiding his large hands up over your hips and waist, planting his palms against each breast.

"Miss these, baby? Cause they've missed you... M-Maybe if you f-fill me up, these can get f-fuller, huh? D-Does that s-sound good?"

Earning another deep, muffled "hmm", his calloused, large hands kneading at your breasts, squeezing at the tender flesh in the cup of his palm. A teasing thumb, flicking at your perky nipple, earning a rapid moan. Sensually feeling you up, his precise movements and gestures receptive to your body: as though he had never left, not a day behind. Your mindless body now succumbed to his every move, a stirring feeling in the pit of your stomach desperate for more, it seemed as though Aemond could read your very mind subconsciously.

Nudging you to move down, released from your trance, his breathing heavy yet gradually began to compose itself. A slick, clear film saturated his reddened lips and mouth, although wasting no precious he lapped that up too, savouring your taste.

"Ask and you shall receive, my spoilt, little princess... Lay down."

Despite Aemond having done most of the work, drowning in his prized possession, the sensitive spot between your legs felt achingly weak though desperate to have more of its fill.

"Now let's see if my angel can still handle this cock, huh? You cannot even begin to fathom, ugh—"

Towering build over you, as he adjusted his position over you, you felt meek and feeble against him, yet wanted nothing more than for him to devour you whole.

"Just how fucking much, I've been waiting for this precise moment... To feel your walls swallow my cock, huh? Fill you so full and good of my seed."

His long cock had grown stiff since the moment you'd removed the last single piece of cloth, torn from your body. Feeling his tense, sprung member against every crevice and naked surface of your body was painstakingly feverish: like some taboo toy you had been separated from, eager to play with once again. Its veiny, blush tip tauntingly traced lightly at your entrance, etching deeper and deeper with each breathless word spoken, and every moan whimpered, until his mass was completely plunged into your velvety vanity.

"Seven Hells— Forgotten just how tight you were, baby. I can feel you clenching, missed me that terribly, hmm? Poor thing... Must've been going crazy without me."

"Y-Yes, A-Aem— Y-You have no idea."

Aemond was more often precise and cautious when it came to sex: his movements and pace often calculated and deliberate although a different side completely showed itself now. You had to give him praise. It had been far too long, especially for newlyweds since you had both been last intimate. He was desperate for you, just as much as you had. He had grown impatient now, yearning to be with you, to be inside of you: keen to take his please with you in this very moment, for who knows when he could be next called upon and needed, only to disappear once again.

"That's my good, good girl... Always doing so well for me, having waited so long for me. Deserving of all my special treatment—"

His harsh thrusts were formidable enough to sway you as you lay still. Aemond gripped tightly at your wrists, keeping you and himself steady. His breathing once again resumed a faster, more grunted pace, as his thrusts grew careless. Only having the one goal to fuck you senselessly full of him.

"Mayhaps I'll fuck a babe into you, princess... Does that sound good? Leave a part of me inside of you to grow and to hold."

"Ughh— Yes, Aemond. Fuck me full. F-Fuck me till I s-swell, b-baby."

"Your commands, princess," A breathless grunt uttered after each word bespoken. His once straightened, neat loose strands, now a mottled, sweaty mess of platinum locked, strangling against your fingers, as you keenly relished in pulling and tugging at.

Whenever he was close enough, your lips suckled onto his fair, pale skin of his chest and neck, leaving remnant, red marks shaped vaguely of your plump lips. The fury of the pain from between your inner thighs was undeniable, for it had been so long since you laid with your husband. Your walls at first foreign to the excruciating stretch, as his long, rigid cock plummeted and burrowed its way into your cervix.

The long-awaited high was surreal, Aemond taking his pleasure in shooting his warm, fresh load deep into you, as you felt your unison wetness coating him. The mess seeping through the gaps. He remained nestled inside until he felt sated that you had taken his seed.

Embraced in each other's loving arms, the beauty in the intimacy with Aemond was that it never ceased with the sex. He often took pride and initiative in taking care of you even after, an old habit that seemed he did not forget so easily...

"I'll have the maid prepare a warm bath my dearest, in the meantime you stay in bed."

Hastily wiping the sweat off, dressing himself once more, only managing to don his trousers, he seated himself down beside you again.

"You mustn't feel haste to care for me, Aem. You were the one that went to war... You must rest now."

His longer fingers reached out, soothingly brushing aside the loose strands of hair, away from your beaming face. Instinctively, a warm smile radiating from his face, as he seized your presence.

"I shall rest when you are safe. It is my duty as your husband to protect you, and as your lover, to love you. Those vows I spoke many moons ago, I have not yet forgotten, nor will I. Everything I do, I do for us... I love you."

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credit for divider - @/pommecita

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milequaritchsslut · 11 months

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please write a dads bestfriend miguel o’hara wanting to ruin innocent, sweet reader 🥺🥺

DBF Miguel O’Hara Headcannons

DBF = Dads Best Friend

Warnings: Innocent reader, p in v, teasing, foreplay, dirty talk

- He definitely likes teasing you and saying inappropriate things when your parents aren’t around. He’ll squeeze you wherever he can until your whining and whimpering for him to stop cause your so embarrassed. ‘Sorry baby—your just so cute’ or ‘Am I hurting the little princess?’

- He loves kissing you, getting you all red and flustered as he slips his tongue in and holds you closely. His large hands roughly holding you closer as he ventures deeper into your mouth, desperate to taste every inch of you. ‘M-Miguel’ you’d whimper out completely flustered as your soft hands gently try to push him away. ‘Mami shhh’ he’d coo, wrapping his hand into your hair and pulling you closer as your eyes flutter closed—letting him take what he wanted.

- He loves taking advantage of your kindness and just absolutely ruining you. Whenever you two are out together with your dads permission he loves whispering all the things he’s gonna do to you the second you two are alone, getting you all shy and blushing as you smile from embarrassment. He loves doing it in public, rushing into the family bathroom and pushing you against the wall as he quickly takes your clothes off. Panting and breathless you let him, and before you know it he’s already positioning himself in between your legs.

‘M-Miggy b-be quieter’ you’d whimper out helplessly as he thrusts into you ruthlessly, your legs wrapped around him as your held against the wall. His hands are gripped tightly around your waist as his cock hits your sweet spot every time.

He looks up at you, loving the way your adorable little face twists and turns in pleasure as he hits deeper and deeper with every thrust. He loves making you mess, your makeup sweating off and your skirt bunched up into a ball on the bathroom ground next to you.

- Whenever he’s invited to family dinners, he makes sure to sit right next to you. Scooting his chair to be smushed right next to yours, purposely making sure he can touch you as much as possible. While your eating he lets his hand wander up your thigh and under your cute little skirt—talking to your father the whole time with a fat smirk plastered across his face. Your cheeks would grow a tint of pink, trying your best not to react and ignore it. You soon felt a finger prodding at your underwear, rubbing gentle circles on your clit. Your thighs squeeze together helplessly, trying to stop the pleasure from getting to you. A wet spot forming on your panties and seeping onto his large fingers.

‘Is someone getting excited?’ He’d whisper into your ear slyly, his hand leaving your thigh and setting on his lap instead. Purposely leaving you wet and desperate, you rolled your eyes and went back to eating your food—horny and disappointed.

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vintagenahbi · 3 months

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Finding Out You’re Pregnant

Ot7 x Reader- BTS Reactions Pt. 2

V, Jin, RM, Jungkook

Summary: How each member reacts to finding out you are pregnant.

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage, feeling overwhelmed

Authors Note: I honestly did not think I would get anyone liking the first part. I feel bad if I don’t post part 2. Thanks, you all! :)

Taehyung had been sad for some time and hasn’t been the same. I felt so distant from him. Every night I turned over to see him staring off in the distance. He would give me a small smirk and turn over.

I miss the nights we would stay up all night talking or showing each other funny memes that only we understood, but in a moment it suddenly stopped. I tried asking him what was bothering him; however, after a while it felt like I was adding on to the stress.

Bringing me to tonight. Earlier in the day I had my regularly scheduled doctor’s appointment and I found out that I’m pregnant. I have to admit I was excited. I couldn’t wait to be a mother- it was the timing that was not good. Tae and I had been trying for a while with no luck. Now I am pregnant. Some of it felt so surreal, but dreadful at the same time.

Click. Tae trying to open the door brought me back to reality. I had a task at hand that had to be accomplished today. I couldn’t procrastinate on this. It was important to me. It was important, right?

Taehyung walked straight past me and into our bedroom. I watched his every move from the couch. I knew if I did not speak now I would not see him for the rest of the night or at least for a couple more hours.

“Tae? Can you come here?” Without saying a word he walked into the kitchen and started to shuffle through the fridge. “I’ve got some news. I think you might want to hear it.” He continued to look through the fridge until he found the last bottle of his favorite drink.

“Okay? What is it you have to tell me Y/N?” For a second I felt small. As if what I was about to say was going to lead to a downhill battle. One I might not be ready for.

“Never mind.” I took a deep sigh. Tae began to walk back into our bedroom.

“I’m pregnant.” Tae stopped in his tracks. I turned to look at him. I could see his eyes widen. My breath kept picking up as he just stood there. I was nervous. I should have waited. I should have not said anything. I should have-

“Are you serious? Are we having a baby?” I saw tears start to form in his eyes. He rushed over to me. I saw the tears stream down his cheeks. He held me in his arms tightly. “Thank you.” He kissed my forehead and pulled away from me flashing that boxy smile. I wiped his tears away and started to smile.

“You’re not mad?” Tae looked at me puzzled.

“Why would I be mad?” I continue to whip his tears away.

“You’ve been so distant and I was scared that you wouldn’t be happy. We’ve tried so long, but we hadn’t been speaking much and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I’m sorry it’s been that way for you. I was under so much stress that I brought it home. I swear to you I am excited and ready for this. All I’ve wanted is to be a dad and a good husband. I can promise you, you will never feel that way again.” He hugged me once more. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

Jin

The cameras kept flashing. Bright yellow lights nearly blinding me. Jin changed poses with every click. I stood off to the side, watching him get into his serious mode. I enjoyed watching him get this way. Once he was done, he went back to the funniest guy I know. He walked over to me with the most loving eyes. I could almost see my reflection in his deep brown eyes.

“How do you think it went?” He looked back at all the props. This was the first time I had seen him a little worried after a shoot.

“I think you did-“ I felt the bile start to move up my throat. I covered my mouth and ran over to the trash can near the exit. I lunged my body to the ground and started to throw up. By far, this had to be the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me. Jin rushed over to me and helped me up. I wiped my mouth as the sweat beads started to form across my hairline.

“Are you okay?” I could barely stand up before I jolted back down to the ground. I could feel everyone staring at me. I didn’t care at this point because throwing up was the only thing that made me feel better. “Let’s get you home.” Jin helped me back on my feet.

Once we got home I was starting to feel better. I sat down on the couch thinking about what I could have possibly eaten to cause this. Then it hit me. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and opened my period tracker app. 27 days late. How could I have possibly missed this. I got up and grabbed my last spare pregnancy test. Jin followed my every move almost as if he knew the routine.

“Y/N do you really think it’s possible?”

“Maybe.”

Jin and I waited in the bathroom as the timer began to countdown. The phone went off and we both looked at each other. I motioned for him to flip it over. A smirk slowly crept across his face.

“It’s positive? I’m pregnant?” Jin shook his head yes. I got up and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss. We were so excited, not to mention we both wanted to be parents.

“I am going to be a dad.” Jin got so excited. “We are going to eat so much food. Any craving you have I’ll get it. I can’t wait for you to get a belly. This is amazing.”

I was about to speak when the sickness started to start up again. Jin noticed.

“Need some privacy?” He asked. I shook my head yes and closed the door behind him. “I’m gonna be a dad.” I heard him yell. Although I was sick I couldn’t help but to try to smile.

I had not been back in this room for months. The yellow and light grey wallpaper, the wooden crib, and stuffed animals all in front of me. I looked at Namjoon and took a deep breath. I stepped in the room. I tried to keep my breathing under control. I kept watching Namjoon as he began to pack up the knickknacks here and there. We were so excited to have this baby until we lost it. Everything- waiting for their arrival and in a second it was gone.

After this we had stopped trying. The miscarriage hit us hard and we gave up hope honestly. Nothing was the same. It had been about a year and we were finally getting ready to face the pain.

Namjoon held up a teddy bear and smirked. I got overwhelmed with the thought of him being a dad. Him holding our baby and sharing memories we would tell them once they got older. I quietly walked out of the room. I had something to tell Namjoon, but all of this was becoming too much. I found out three months ago that I was pregnant and had been hiding it until now. I reached the three month mark and felt like it was safe, but I was scared. I knew this was our rainbow baby, however, I was still haunted with what happened last time.

I sat on our bed, waiting for Namjoon to come find me. I had to tell him regardless of how hard it was. Namjoon leaned against the doorway.

“Y/N?” I looked up at him. “I know this is a lot, but it will be good for us. We will try again. Have a fresh start.”

“It’s not that Joon. I’m pregnant and I am scared it will happen again. I can’t lose our baby again.” I didn’t even realize I had said the news to him.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Three months. I am so scared Joon.” I broke down uncontrollably. He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I buried my head in his chest and let it out. He tried his best to calm me down. He sat there with me and that was enough. Once I was able to collect myself I told him everything.

“So, you are three months pregnant, but you hide it. Then why are we cleaning out the babies room. I don’t understand. We are going to use it, we can use it.”

“It’s a reminder of what could have been.”

“Y/N, it’s what is now. Yes, we could have been parents earlier, but we are going to be parents now. We have everything here so our baby will know they are loved even before we see them. It was a rough year for both of us, but we have something beautiful, we created to look forward to. I know you are scared and I am too honestly. You, me, and this baby are going to okay.”

I looked at him and knew he was right. We were going to be parents and that was the greatest gift for us.

Jung Kook

Jung Kook and I had open, honest communication in our relationship, but this time I was quiet as a mouse. I never kept secrets from him and I was starting to look suspicious. I had to be; in this case, I was pregnant with our first child and didn’t want to add to the stress while he was on his solo tour.

I knew I was being weird towards him and he was starting to notice too. The phone calls getting shorter and me never having much to say. However, all of that was about to change because he was coming home today. All of his suspicions would be laid to rest the moment he walked through those doors.

I heard the door unlock and darted towards it. I must have startled him because he jumped back surprised to see me on the other side. He squeezed past me and put his bags down.

“You gonna tell me why you were acting weird or…?” He looked back at me.

“You’re gonna be dad.” I flashed my best awkward smile and waited for his reaction.

“I knew it! I had a feeling you were. After that last time we you know, I knew there was no way you couldn’t be. Why didn’t you say anything?” He started smiling with his hands perched on his hips.

“You were on tour. I didn’t want to add to that kind of stress.”

“You come first, especially in a case like this. I’m gonna be a dad! We’ve got so much to plan.” He said excitedly.

“You aren’t upset?”

“No. I do wish you told me sooner, but I am happy. Next is you becoming my wife.” He kissed my cheek and headed towards the living room.

“Wife?” Jung Kook turned back around and smiled. I started to blush.

“Yes, my wife. I couldn’t imagine anyone else to spend my days with other than you.” I walked over to him and hugged him tightly. I started to squeal.

“I’m going to be a mom and a wife.” I couldn’t wait for our little family to begin. I could picture how great it was going to be. A new beginning for us.

[ I know it’s short :( , but I wanted to make sure I had both parts out]

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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to-thelakes · 16 days

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love-sick, dopey

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; you and the girls got trashed on a night out which makes you very love sick and dopey when you return home

warnings; fluff, just pure fluff, reader vomits, reader is very drunk, slightly suggestive and discusses being pregnant/having kids (very briefly)

notes; living the uni student life means you get drunk and then come home and write about being drunk with your fav fictional character. im honestly not a super sappy drunk, i don't even know what kind of drunk i am, probably hungry, but i love this sappy reader, they're v cute so enjoy <3

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You were well and truly trashed. A night with Penelope, Tara, Emily and JJ was always a night to remember but you were completely trashed as Luke helped you into the house. You would not keep your hands off of him, constantly touching his back, his shoulders, his arms, his face, his lips, any part of his body you could get your grubby mitts on.

Luke, as your boyfriend, obviously didn’t mind how touchy you were. In fact, he enjoyed when you were more touchy but he was also trying to get you back in the house and to bed. Your inability to let go of him for even a second was making that very hard on him.

“Did I ever tell you how much I loveeee you?” You asked, a dopey smile on your lips as you tugged him away from putting the latch back on the front door. Your hands had barely left his waist but when he didn’t move, you pouted. You tugged again as he finished latching the door, “Heyy, I wanna manhandle you,” You muttered as you tugged again. Luke reluctantly gave into the pull this time and came face-to-face with you.

“You wanna manhandle me huh?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone. You nodded.

“You do it to me, it’s pay. back.” Your last two words were emphasized by a hard poke to his chest. He stared down at your hand and then back at your face, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He teased. You nodded, letting out an affirmative ‘uh-huh’ but before you could do anything else, Luke’s arms came around your waist and he threw you over his shoulder. You let out a ‘oof’ and then a loud cacophony of giggles, hands hanging loosely over your head.

“This is not what I meant,” You whined as you smacked his back. But from this angle, you had a perfect view of his ass. Luke began to walk and you couldn’t help but squeeze his ass. He certainly didn’t expect it and he jumped at the sudden contact.

“You gonna stop being such a pain in my ass?” Luke asked. You giggled and rather than answering, pinched his butt again, “Oh that’s how it’s gonna be then, huh?” He challenged. You let out an affirmative ‘yep’ before he pulled you from over his shoulder and placed you on the kitchen counter.

The quick changes in gravity made your stomach slosh and before Luke could even get the next word out, he realized you were fighting back vomit. He instantly went for the washing up bowl that was thankfully empty and shoved it into your hands just as you threw up into it. You coughed and spluttered as he quickly pushed your hair out of your face, his other hand rubbing your back and you cried out softly.

“I’m sorry,” You managed between fighting tears. Luke shook his head and he stroked your hair before you placed the bowl to the side. But it rested precariously on the edge of the counter. Before there were any accidents, he shoved it further on and pushed himself between your thighs. You used your sleeve to wipe away the sick before Luke pulled you into a hug.

You buried your face in his neck, holding him tightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The sour taste of sick sat heavy on your tongue but you ignored it, instead favoring the smell of Luke’s aftershave. It was always so comforting.

“You wanna get some sleep?” He asked. You nodded against his neck and he shifted his hand underneath your ass before he lifted you off the counter, “Okay, carina, just keep a hold of me,” He whispered softly. You clung to him as tight as you could as he carried you up the stairs. Your arms kept a tight hold of him, not wanting to let go for a second. He then placed you down on the bedroom floor and turned you around, “Dress off?” He asked. You nodded and he slowly began to unzip it from the back.

“Bra off too, please,” You murmured softly. He nodded and unclipped the bra before they both came off, followed by your heels. He then grabbed one of his own shirts and pulled it over your head. Your smile had become dopey again as you looked up at him.

“Drink some of this,” He said as he grabbed the water he’d taken to the room before he had picked you up. You pouted and stared at it before reluctantly taking it. Your grip was a little weak but you managed to drink half the water before you seemed satisfied.

“You’re so cute, taking care of me,” You mumbled, “Love you, Lukie.” He cringed slightly at the nickname but found it endearing nonetheless, “Lukie pookie schmookie fookie.” Luke was sure that you had officially lost it and he couldn’t help grinning at you. He led you over to the bed and you collapsed into a heap on top of the duvet.

“Gonna give you so many kisses in the morning, smooch you everywhere,” you murmured as you pushed the covers back with your feet before dragging them over you, “Give you a big forehead smooch and tell you how much I love you because I love you so much. Best boyfriend ever. Will marry you one day. Already planning the wedding. Gonna get Rossi to cook for us and we’re gonna have a feast and it’s gonna be sooooo good. Just wanna eat you up.” As you rambled, you turned over in the bed, snuggling up with your eyes closed, Luke was changing into his own pajamas. He couldn’t help smiling at your love-drunk confessions.

When you felt the mattress drop under his weight, your eyes reopened, “Would you be my husband? I want you to be my husband and fuck me full of your babies. Then we can be like Matt and Kirsty and have little babies running around the house and tiring us out. And they can tire Roxy out and I can take them on walks and you can take them on hikes and late at night, I can snuggle up to you and whisper about how we want another one and you can fuck me so quietly because we don’t wanna wake the kids up. Would be so perfect,” You were still rambling and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze with tenderness at the life you pictured for the two of you.

“That what you want?” He asked. You nodded your head, so sure of yourself as you tugged him into you.

“Want all of you, every day, all the time. Can’t ever lose you,” You mumbled as you nuzzled your face into his chest.

“I think I can arrange that,” He said softly. You grinned and lifted your head up.

“You better, hold you to that,” You murmured before you pressed a kiss to his chin. You then curled up against his chest. Luke’s arm rested around you, keeping you close and you were quick to conk out against him but all he could think about was the life that he wanted with you and that he now realized you wanted to.

It made him ecstatic.

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gyuhanniescarat · 1 year

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Cupcakes & Kisses

there’s no way a snow day spent indoors with your boyfriend could possibly go wrong, right? then again… most people’s significant other isn’t choi seungcheol.

pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

genres/tropes: fluff, smut (MDNI 18+, or you will be blocked), established relationship, slice of life, idol cheol, office worker au (feat. kep1er yu jin, fromis_9 ha young, le sserafim chae won), snowed in

word count: 3.3k

warnings: love-drunk cheol, pussy-whipped cheol, DIRTY TALK (i apologize for going off so much; you wouldn’t believe me if i said i wrote this while darl+ing & crush on loop), cheol has an oral fixation, fellatio/oral (m receiving), CHEOL IN SPECS (yes, this IS VERY much a warning; i’ve had a severe cheol in specs kink/brainrot for months as a result of this weverse live), a solid 2.2k of this is just PuRe FiLtH, my mind shifted to WONU’S “tasty” meme for a hot minute (i beg, pls don’t come for me🤭), heavy use of pet names (cheol calls reader… angel, darling, my love, princess, baby girl. reader calls cheol… cheolie, babe, daddy), light daddy kink (daddy is more just used as a title here), size kink (if you squint... bc i am a proprietor of the CHEOL MONSTER COCK agenda), mentions of breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI's when being intimate with a partner y'all), cum play/eating, kitchen sex (idk, there’s no p in v action here, but cheol does get the gawk gawk 3000 so i put it here just in case), let me know if i missed something luvvies!

suggestive/smutty prompt no.12 “I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking.”

request: yes; long overdue; written for my winter event (so sorry for the delay, my dear annonie!! I hope you come across this post)

notes: Happy Valentine’s, my luvvies!! 💋💌🌹 My first fic of 2023 is here, and it’s for none other than one of my main bias wreckers… carats and seventeen’s general leader, our daddu MR. CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 🍒 I hope 2023 has been good to you so far, and I hope regardless of whether you have a valentine or not, you can use this time of year as a reminder to share your love with those who are most important to you.

a/n 2: thank you for the likes, but feedback and reblogs are always greatly appreciated (especially on my lengthier pieces) 💖

Waking up alone, to the feeling of ice-cold, empty bed sheets, this moment in time was undoubtedly the furthest from how you envisioned the day would go. But, you’re really in no mood to complain about that. Finding Seungcheol’s side of the bed unmade and devoid of his warmth is a relatively regular occurrence in the morning, as it’s not all that uncommon for him to fall asleep in his studio, or come home from practices, recordings, and schedules after you’ve gone off to work. But, you know for a fact that Seungcheol did come home by midnight and slept with you last night. Well… you’re 90% sure he came home. Yes, you were in a bit of a daze, but you vividly recall the dip of Seungcheol's side of the bed as two big, strong arms pulled you close, his distinct woodsy scent filling your nostrils as he snuggled up to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. So, upon stretching your arm out and feeling nothing but the freezing, wrinkled white sheet, you are initially confused, but you just assumed he had something to attend to right away. However, you received quite the surprise when you made your way to the kitchen with the intention of making yourself breakfast.

Rolling out of your shared king bed, in your fluffy polar bear slippers and a pair of black satin sleep shorts which are covered by one of Seungcheol’s old t-shirts you stole when you first started dating… you stroll into the living room and push the curtains open. Tidying up here and there, you silently scold “yesterday’s you” for neglecting to at least clean up a bit instead of binging your favorite drama. Collecting the bit of trash left on the coffee table, you continue along toward the kitchen. Like a deer caught in headlights, you stand in place, in awe and disbelief of what’s in front of you. “C-c-cheolie?” You inquire, looking quizzingly at the presence of your boyfriend standing in the kitchen at 8 in the morning. He stands there at the kitchen counter with his jet-black hair perfectly fluffy and styled to perfection. Just a strand or two has strayed away from its place and is softly draping over one of his eyebrows. He is wearing his silver-rimmed, round-frame glasses with his famous balenciaga t-shirt and medium wash jeans, that only cheol can manage to make look fashionable. A cozy, college boyfriend, domestic Seungcheol with his specs on is a rare sight. So you find yourself silently appreciating this cheol, and thanking whatever forces have blessed you with this view.

“Mhmm. Mornin’, my angel. Did you sleep well, darling?” Cheol grins, taking you into his embrace and pressing soft, light kisses to the side of your neck. You melt right into his arms and bury your face into his well-defined, pillowy chest. “Mhm-hmm. I always have the best sleep of my life whenever you’re laying next to me, and cuddling with me, cheol.” You giggle, shivering from the chill in the air and the spine-tingling sensation of Seungcheol’s kisses. “Oh, I know, baby girl. You were clinging onto me last night as if I would disappear.” He chuckles, shifting to kiss you on the forehead. “I- I just want to absorb and cherish every chance I get to be in your arms, cheolie. I l-like it when you h-h-hold me close.” You shyly reply. “Anyways. You’re usually out of the house around this time. What are you doing here? Do you have the day off, babe?” You ask, switching subjects by sweetly laughing and looking up at your boyfriend in pure adoration.

“Ahh, yeah. I suppose I do, princess. I was getting ready to head out to the company, but then our manager texted me about an hour ago saying we wouldn’t be having practice today because there’s a bone-deep chill settling in, and most of the city is blanketed in thick billows of snow. What about you, my beautiful girl? Do you have to go into the office today, darling?” Seungcheol lightheartedly laughs, looking down into your eyes and pushing a strand of your wavy shoulder-length hair behind your ear. “Oh, uh-uh… well, my boss is out of the country on a business trip. So, I don’t have to go into the office, per se. But, Yujin unnie, Hayoung unnie, Chaewon, and I were going to meet up for coffee and lunch. Though, I’m guessing plans might change if it’s gloomy outside.” You explain, words slightly muffled by the fact you’re still leaning against Seungcheol’s chest.

Just then your phone dings, indicating that you have a new text. Pulling away from cheol a bit, you retrieve your phone from the pocket of your shorts. Cheol watches as you read the message, with a hopeful expression on his face. You pout a little bit as you read over the text Yujin sent through to the group chat. “Oh. I- I guess, I don’t have anything going on today after all. The girls all agreed it’s way too cold outside to even go cafe hopping.” You mutter, feeling a bit mopey about the news. A mischievous smirk spreads across Seungcheol’s face at the sudden revelation. Cheol wraps his arms around your waist again and sways you side to side. “How unfortunate, my love. Shall we have a stay-at-home winter date then, princess? Hot cocoa-” The man proposes, quickly getting cut off by you. “With mini marshmallows?” You cutely bargain.

He laughs as he pinches your adorably chubby cheeks. “With all the mini marshmallows you want, angel. And of course, whip cream, valentine’s sprinkles, and as a treat, some chocolate-covered strawberries on the side. I’m not some holiday monster, darling.” Seungcheol coos, pulling you closer, despite already being pressed up against you. “Of course, you’re not. You’re my Cheolie. You can’t be a holiday monster when you’re the sweetest boyfriend ever. Yes, yes, yes!!! I love the idea of all of that, babe. Oh, and c-can we?” You shyly ponder, cheeks flushing redder than a red panda. “What is it, baby girl? You can tell me,” he asks, trying not to coo at how adorable you look when you get flustered. “Can we bake some cupcakes? I-I wanna take some to give your mom the next time we go to visit her.” You ask. “You- Y-y-you want to give my mom some cupcakes when we visit her this weekend? Oh, princess. How could I say no to that? Of course, we can. God, I love how warm you are to my mum, as if she were your own. Well, I guess she kinda is your mum now since I intend to make you my Mrs. Choi.

The cupcake-making process was relatively easy one could say. Well, truthfully, it was about as easy as it possibly can be when you have a love-drunk, pussy-whipped simp named Choi Seungcheol in the kitchen. Every time you scooped some batter into the liners of the cupcake tin, you were met with a passionate, lingering kiss from your cheolie. Hell, at one point in the process, he even scooped up some of the batter on his middle and ring fingers, and held his fingers near your mouth, silently encouraging you to take his fingers in, wrap your lips around the digits, and lick the chocolate off. His eyes gloss over with lust, adoration, and love as you make eye contact while having his two fingers deep inside your mouth. “How is it, princess? Good? Is the batter tasty?” Seungcheol questions, biting his lip in an attempt to will his hardening arousal from growing bigger.

Awakening the little shit, teasing, scheming vixen within, you choose to take the course of riling Seungcheol up. “You tell me, cheolie. I think it tastes pretty good, but I could think of some tastier things around us. Can you?” You seductively purr, doe eyes and long lashes batting innocently. He scoffs in disappointment, but not surprised by the attitude shift from you. “Really? You’re gonna play it that way, princess. Do you really wanna go there? Because daddy can play just as hard, baby girl.” Seungcheol growls huskily, unleashing his daegu satoori in response.

Ever the mischievous, bratty sub you are, you don’t simply give in like that. Seungcheol may be everything you could’ve asked for and more… yes, he is the only man you’ll ever want to be intimate with. But that doesn’t mean he can just get it for free. Even the sexiest of men gotta work for it, right? Mustering the biggest puppy dog eyes you can pull off, you tilt your head to the side, clasp your hands together, and work it, “Come on. Oh. Daddy wants to play, huh? Well, guess what, daddy? Two can play that game.” You smile innocently and giggle, before kissing cheol on the cheek. After which, you take the first pan of cupcakes and stick them in the oven to bake. “Oh ho ho. I’m not letting you get away with that, princess. In the end, daddy’s gonna be the one laughing. On. Your. Knees. Now.” He warns.

“Oh, f-fuck. Yes, that’s it. You’re doing so good sucking on my cock like that. You’re daddy’s little cockslut, yeah?” Cheol groans, gripping your hair tightly into a makeshift ponytail. His head is tipped back and resting against the cabinet door behind him. You briefly pull off his length, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip. “Mhm-hmm. Yes, daddy. I’m forever daddy’s personal cockslut. Am I making you feel good, daddy? You curse so much and pull on my hair so hard every time your big, juicy cock bulges in my throat. Oh, does that turn you on, daddy? You’re already gushing so much and I’ve hardly done anything. Does the sight of my tiny mouth struggling on your thick member get you harder?” You suggestively moan out, jerking the man off, thumb and index finger not even touching while holding his dick.

You mischievously smirk up at Seungcheol’s reaction, taking his balls in between your lips and sucking on them, before eventually taking his cock back into your mouth. “D-did you j-just?? Oh my god! Did you just suck on my balls, princess?!” He loudly groans, accidentally hitting the top of his head on the cabinet handle. You pull away for breath again and giggle at the flustered and shaken state of your boyfriend. “Hehe. Yep. Did you like that? Did it feel good when I gave your balls some attention, daddy? They’re so heavy. Fuck, you’re holding so much cum for me, aren’t you daddy? I can’t wait to feel all your cum flooding inside my tight little cunt. You’ll fill my little pussy with all your cum, right, daddy? You’re gonna breed me and make me a mommy, yeah?” You lowly whisper, jerking his erection even more.

“Nghh. That was so fucking hot, angel. For a second, it felt like I went to another dimension. It felt damn good, princess. Shit, shit, shittt! You’re making daddy feel so damn good. Keep going just like that, and I’ll be unloading my cum down your little throat. Oh, baby girl, when I’m done with you, there’s no way you won’t be bred and knocked up with my babies. I’mma make damn sure you become the momma of my babies, princess.” He runs on, as his grip on your hair tightens even more.

“Oh, fucking fuck…. How did I ever manage to snatch up a beauty queen like you? Everything about you turns me on, angel. Your pretty eyes, the way you look at me so innocently even though I corrupted you a long time ago. Your cute hairstyles and how every one just accentuates your gorgeous face even more. Your soft, pink, plump lips that pout at me whenever you’re mad or want something. Or how your lips get so swollen every time we kiss or make out for a bit too long,” Your eyes glaze over further with lust and desire for Seungcheol. Moaning around his length, one of your hands can’t help but slip down toward your core and start rubbing circles on your clit. Fucking hell, Choi Seungcheol and his masters in dirty talk.

“And the way you struggle on my cock, yet take it like a champ. Your cute little hands and how tiny they look in mine. Of course, I can’t forget about your beautiful tits and how I can easily hold them in my hands. Oh, and the way your perky little nipples harden just from a little clit play. Or the way your breath hitches just slightly when I take them in my mouth to suck and bite on them. Oh, I can’t forget about your tiny, tight, soaking cunt. The way your little cunt stretches just to take my cock deep inside your walls, the way it tightens around me with every thrust. The way the stretch of my cock inside your cunt makes your stomach bulge every time I fuck you so good that my length kisses your cervix. And then there’s the way you so enthusiastically take everything I have to give you, even begging me to breed you like you’re nothing more than my little cumdump. ‘M close, princess. I wanna paint your pretty tits and cute little face in my cum. Can I, angel? Can I cover you in my cum?” Cheol pants, trying to stave off his impending orgasm. Quickly pulling off from his big, thick, throbbing dick with a pop, you press a quick kiss to the tip.

“Mhmm. It’s so fucking sexy when you talk like that. Oh god, I’m fucking soaking my panties now, daddy. I love how you get so love-drunk and pussy-whipped for me every time I suck you off, cheolie. Oh yeah? You wanna cover my face and tits in ropes of your cum, huh? Go ahead. You know you can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, only yours. You don’t have to ask, daddy. Just wanna make you feel good, wanna be a good good girl for my daddy. Wanna be daddy’s little princess. Wanna do everything my daddy wants. Come for me, all over me, daddy. Don’t care if it’s messy, just want daddy’s cum. Paint me in endless ropes of your warm, thick cum. Let it go, babe. Come for me, please? I need your cum all over me, daddy. Paint me in your cum, and then fuck it into my little cunt, daddy.” You seductively moan, fucked out just from giving your man what is probably one of the blowjobs of his life.

“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes! Fuckkk. I’m coming. Oh shit, nghh. So good, princess. So so fucking good for me. Fucking hell. Oh fuck, it’s a lot of cum, darling. Oh god. Oh my god, yes. I’m coming- I’m fucking coming. Get ready for my load, baby girl. Daddy has a big load coming for you. You took such good care of daddy, and now, daddy’s gonna reward you with all his cum.” Seungcheol deeply groans, hands winding even tighter in your hair, despite already being inhumanely strong. When Seungcheol finally comes to his long-awaited climax, he takes one hand from your hair and grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look right into his brown eyes as he unloads every last drop of his cum on almost every region of your body. After he comes down from the haze of his high and gains some semblance of post-nut clarity, he immediately loosens the grip he has on your hair. Cheol brings his middle and ring fingers toward your chest, scooping some of his cum from the valley of your breasts, and brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips.

You once again, welcome the presence of his fingers in your mouth. You close your lips around the two digits, this time instead of cupcake batter, you are sucking the remnants of his sweet and salty cum off his fingers. “Baby girl, are you really trying to make me pop another boner, right now? Because if you keep giving me bambi-eyes and batt your pretty little lashes at me one more time, I’m not gonna hesitate to take you back to bed and make good on my promise to you one sexy ass expecting momma.” Seungcheol huskily warns. “What if I want that, cheolie? What if I wanna be bred by daddy, like the little naughty cumslut I am? Hmm?” You laugh, sticking your tongue out to show that you swallowed the cum he fed you.

“Oh, just you wait and see. I’m gonna breed my baby real good. You’re in for it, princess. I’m not stopping till at least one of my loads takes and fertilizes in your womb. How is it, princess?” Cheol chuckles, watching closely as you lick your lips. “Mhmm. Oh shit. Mhmm… yes, daddy. So much cum… so so good. It’s so tasty, cheolie. You’re the tastiest, daddy. But, why waste your perfect cum when we could put it to better use pumping my tight cunt full of cum so much that I definitely end up getting pregnant with your babies.” You whisper, winking at the man standing in front of you. Seungcheol pulls you up, grabs a towel, and goes over to the sink to wet it. A few seconds later, he comes back over to you and helps clean you up a bit. Once he’s done, he throws it in the laundry pile along with your pajamas as well as his pants and boxer briefs. He washes his hands at the sink, then walks back over to you, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss. He can taste himself mixed with your cherry vanilla lip balm, but cheol is used to that by now. “C-c-cheolie!! What are you doing?” You squeal, swatting at his chest.

“Relax, angel. I’m going to stick the second batch of cupcakes in the oven now, but I wanted a kiss first. Why are you so flustered by me kissing you, princess? You weren’t so shy a minute ago when you were sucking the soul out of me thru my cock. Besides, is it now a crime to want to kiss my girlfriend?” Seungcheol remarks, once again cooing at how your adorableness levels increase whenever you get flustered. He sees how you pout in response to his coos, and chuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezing your hip with his free hand. You watch in silence at the humorous, yet somehow ultra-domestic sight of your half-naked boyfriend placing the baking tray of cupcakes in the oven like everything is completely normal.

A few minutes later, Cheol closes the oven door and sets the timer for the cupcakes on his phone. Seungcheol then turns to face you and opens his arms waiting for you to come into his embrace. Like a giddy school girl whose boyfriend is waiting for her in the car park, you jump into Seungcheol’s arms and kiss all over his face. He holds you tight in his arms, inhaling your sweet scent. Like a starved vampire, he begins sucking harder on the already forming hickeys along your neck. The two of you simply enjoy the peace, reveling in the silence, while being in each other’s presence for a little bit.

Seungcheol places you back down on the kitchen floor and stares deeply into your eyes, smiling cutely at you. The two of you maintain the comforting silence and deep eye contact for just a few more minutes before Seungcheol is breaking it with an unexpected question. You nearly choke on your own saliva as your eyes bulge out in shock at his question.

“The timer is set for 25 minutes. Okay, your turn now, princess. That should be just enough time for what I have planned. I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking. I’mma make good on my plans to return the favor. So, what’d ya say, darling? Shall we go ahead and put my skills up to the ultimate test, baby girl?”

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gracieheartspedro · 10 months

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I Can See You

PART 3 is HERE!

joel miller x fem! reader

Hi lovers! Sorry this took so long, life got busy and ADHD is a bitch. But here it is! My next post will probably be a different drabble/one-shot. If you have any requests, PLEASE hit me up! I am open to a bunch of different ideas!

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ pleaseeee, DBF! Joel, age gap-ish (the reader is 25, Joel is 39), joel is a bad cook, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, tons of dirty talk.

Outline: She gets invited over for dinner and a movie night? Just a movie, huh?

PART 1 PART 2

“So Joel told me he’s coming over today,” Dad says from across the dining room table as I eat my breakfast, “With Sarah?”

I stop and chew slower, trying to hold back a smirk.

Ever since we fucked in the conference room, I’ve been texting Joel every day. Sometimes it was naughty sexts and other times it was him asking how my day was going and what my weekend plans were.

A couple of days ago, he called me instead of texting, which was odd. He asked if Sarah could come swim in our pool because she wouldn’t stop asking about it.

So I agreed, telling him that Saturdays were the best day for me. I also told him he had to be around just in case anything happened and I wouldn't be 100% liable for Sarah’s well-being.

“Yeah, I told her she could come over and swim in the pool. She wanted to practice her backstroke.”

He smiles, “Nice for you to have her over, but are you okay with it just being y’all? I can stay home from this conference so I can entertain Joel.”

I shake my head quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly.

“No dad, it’s fine,” I take a sip of orange juice, “They will only be here for the afternoon. It’s not worth you missing two days in Houston. You need to go.”

He takes my word for it and hurries to finish his breakfast. He should’ve left at 6am, but here we are at 10 and he’s still not left. I texted Joel under the table as soon as he took his plate to the sink.

Pops is still here. You and Sarah are welcome as soon as he leaves.

I bring my half-finished eggs to the trash, scooping them into bin.

“Do you need me to leave my credit card?”

I shake my head, “No, it’s fine. Joel is buying us pizza in return of allowing Sarah to use our pool.”

“You better not have told him we needed something in return of using the goddamn pool,” Dad fusses, “He is always welcome to it. God knows you hardly use it.”

I roll your eyes, “No, I didn’t say that to him.”

I actually told him that he could bend me over the kitchen counter in return for using the pool.

I feel my phone buzz.

From: Joel Miller

Can’t wait to see you, baby.

–

Dad left, and not even an hour later, Joel pulled up with Sarah in his truck. He was sporting some black swim trunks and gray t-shirt. Sarah giddily got out of the truck, sporting a pink one piece and flip flops. She hurried to the door, where she found me sporting the skimpiest bikini I owned.

It was a red triangle bikini top and the cheekiest bottoms in my collection. Something very casual.

Sarah gave me a warm smile, racing into the house and to the back sliding doors. It’s like she knew exactly where to go. Joel took his time grabbing their stuff. I lean against the door frame, taking him in.

As soon as his eyes met mine, his eyes quickly averted down my body. He creeps closer, slinging his towel over his shoulder.

“Evil,” He mutters walking pass me, “You can’t be doin’ this around Sarah.”

I smile, shutting the door behind him. He looms over me and I get a whiff of sunscreen.

“Doing what?” I ask innocently.

He glances into the back yard where Sarah is already getting ready to jump into the pool. He’s making sure she’s not watching.

His arm wraps around my waist, grabbing onto my bare ass. I feel very small when I look up at him. His brown eyes bore into mine.

“You sure are lucky that my Sarah is here, because if she wasn’t,” He pauses, “I’d take you right in front of the window here.”

He gestures to the window right by the front door.

“But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Show the neighborhood who’s pussy this is.”

His hand rests right above the hem of my bottoms. I bite my lip. He knows what to say to make my brain melt and my words jumble together. But it’s a game.

I needed the chase, it made everything with Joel so much more satisfying and dangerous.

I contemplate for a moment, before grabbing his chin gingerly.

“Why don’t you order those pizzas, babe?”

“Look at this dive, Dad!”

I prop myself up on my lounger chair, watching Sarah dive into the deep end. Joel is meandering around the pool, his skin so beautifully touched by the sun. His tan was deep and seeing it glisten with the water all over his body, was just icing on the cake.

“Very nice, baby,” He glances my way, noticing I’ve finally risen from my spot. After stuffing myself with pizza, I knew I had to lay out and let my bloated stomach go back to normal.

I watch him rise from the water, using the steps to make his way over to me. The weight of the water drags his shorts a bit lower and seeing his toned tummy was a sight to behold.

I look around him to see Sarah swimming laps, making sure she was occupied. He plops down next to me in the other lounger, grabbing his aviator suns from the table between us.

“What’s your plans while your dad is gone?” He questions, propping his sunglasses on his nose.

I shrug, leaning towards him to whisper, “Thinkin’ I’ll go across the street and fuck that hot MILF everyone won’t stop talkin’ about.”

He shakes his head, “That poor lady has a name, ya know?”

“It’s like Susan, isn’t it?”

“Lauren.”

I groan, “She even has a hot girl name! God damn!”

He chuckles, “No but seriously, what are you doin’?”

I look over to make sure Sarah couldn’t hear me. I watch her dive into the water again, “No plans. Just hangin’ around.”

He nods, laying back onto the chair, “Why don’t you come over tonight?”

My stomach drops. He asks it so nonchalantly.

“When Sarah is home?”

“She’s going to her grandparents tonight. They are takin’ her to some baseball game.”

So we get to be alone?

“Oh, okay,” I thought for a moment, “So you want me to come over and do what?”

“I don’t know,” He mumbles, “We can watch a movie. I’ll cook.”

If you would’ve asked me a month ago, I never once would have imagined a moment where Joel Miller would even give me the time of day. Now he’s asking to hangout with me outside of work? Spend time with just me? It seemed out of the realm of possibilities.

But I love that the offer stands.

“Sure, I’d love to,” I pause, “As long as the cooking is good. If not, we are ordering out again.”

“Hey,” He grumbles, “Fuck you, I’m an excellent cook.”

It’s like Sarah got superhuman hearing all of a sudden because she quips up.

“Don’t believe him! He burns eggs every morning!”

“Hey, you eat them anyway!”

I arrive to the Miller’s around 7PM. I decided to walk again, trying not to tip off any of the neighbors leaving my car parked beside Joel’s truck. I decide for a black hoodie, jean shorts, and Converse. I didn’t bring a bag of things because technically, Joel didn’t say this was a sleepover. I am running on the assumption I am leaving after our… movie night?

I knock quickly, glancing back and forth between Joel’s neighbors. Both are pretty familiar with my dad, so I knew if I was spotted, they would rat me out.

Joel swings the door open, this time, fully clothed. A casual outfit for Joel, jeans and a light grey t-shirt.

“Come on in,” He mumbles, “Did you drive?”

I shake my head, “No. Walked. I took shortcuts, too.”

He grabs me quickly, pulling me inside. He glances around outside, making sure no one is outside.

“I already had Mrs. Adler askin’ why I took Sarah over to your house today,” He says, shutting the door, “Hate when people are in my business.”

“What did you tell her?”

He smirks, “That I was fuckin’ my bosses’ daughter.”

My cheeks get hot.

“Nah, just that you were givin’ Sarah time in your pool to practice her swimmin’. She stopped with the questions after that.”

I smack his chest, bringing down my hood. I take off my hoodie eventually, sporting a simple white tank top underneath. I toe off my shoes, propping them up by the door.

“We fucked once, so technically we aren’t fuckin’,” I tease, “Unless…”

He starts his way to the kitchen ignoring me.

“You hungry?”

–

Joel was a bad cook, but I wasn’t going to come in with judgment when it’s a free meal and he made it just for me.

He stares me down from across his small dining room table, waiting for me to say something. We sit in silence for most of the meal. Not uncomfortable silence, just too in our own heads, I guess. I eat the last of my burnt brussel sprouts, trying not to let him read my mind like he usually does.

“You hate it don’t ya?”

I take one more bite, “I’m not a chef by any means either, Joel.”

He laughs, “That’s a good way to put it, little one.”

The nickname makes every hair on my legs stand up. He notices my demeanor change. He stands up, collecting our plates and brings them to the sink. I stand up to begin to help him, but he has other ideas. He stands over me as soon as I get up, his dark brown eyes raking me up and down. He reaches up to my biceps, running his warm hands up and down them.

“You like it when I call you that?”

“What?” I croak out. I knew what he was talking about, but for some reason I wanted him to keep saying it.

“Little one,” He whispers, “My little one.”

I swallow hard, “Y-yeah.”

“Gets you all riled up? Makes you think of the first time my face was between your thighs?”

I close my eyes, letting his hand start to run down my face, to my jawline, to my collarbones. I take in his scent. Amberwood, aftershave, and maybe a bit of cigar? It was intoxicating, his scent.

“J-Joel,” is all I can mutter, “P-Please.”

I open my eyes finally, seeing him smirk, “What baby? What do you want?”

“Do it again,” I mumble, “I want you to do that again.”

His hand travels down to my waist, and with one arm, he hoists me up to the kitchen counter. My jean shorts ride up even more as he positions himself between my legs.

“I need more than that, little one,” He says, “What exactly are you talkin’ about?”

He was going to make me lay it all out for him. I don’t know why I felt shy again, like I couldn’t say what I needed from him.

Like before, he looks so tall and big standing over me. His hands feel so strong and his arms so toned. I wanted to jump his bones watching him at the pool earlier, watching him be at ease with no shirt on. His confident stride and stature was so attractive.

“Speak up,” He demands, “Need you to say it.”

“I need you,” I drag it out, “I need you to eat me out.”

He starts hooking his fingers through my belt loops, lifting me out of my shorts, “What else?”

My mind goes blank for a second.

“Fuck me?”

“No please?” he taunts.

“P-Please Joel,” I mutter, “Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckles lowly, “Oh I fuckin’ will.”

He doesn’t waste time completely tearing my thong off my body. I lean back, my head resting against the cabinets. The thong gets tossed across the room, now useless after being torn in two.

He reaches up to bring my head forward, crashing our lips together. Our tongues battle instantly, both of us wanting to be dominant. He was so forceful, but it was everything I needed to be more sure in myself. I reach up, lacing my hands in his hair.

He pulls away, his breathing fanning my already hot face, “You gonna be good for me, baby? Use those manners?”

“Of course,” I moan, “P-Please do something.”

He takes off his shirt, his muscles highlighted differently in the low lit kitchen. I couldn’t help but stare as he gets on his knees, his face eye level with my pussy.

God, I could never get over this view.

He presses forward, giving my inner thighs kisses and small little love bites.

He hooks both legs over his shoulders and dives in. He doesn’t start slow, oh no, he goes full starving-man-mode. He starts using his tongue to write the alphabet up and down my slit. When he finds my clit, he wraps his lips around and sucks.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, “Don’t stop!”

He breaks away, only to put his index and middle finger into his mouth. He watches me as he traces my slit with his fingers, smiling as he sinks them into my hole. When he’s satisfied with my reaction, he finds his way back to my clit.

Between his fingers fucking me and his mouth working magic on my bud, I scream out not able to contain the build up I feel in my stomach. He only increases his speed, the wet lapping sounds only causing me to burst.

He fucks me through it, as I moan his name over and over again.

He pulls his fingers out of me, and stands up from his spot. My ass stays half on the counter and half falling off. I am basically only propped up by his leg.

“Now that I got one out of you, little one,” He suggests, “’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

I was so fucked out of my mind, I’m like jelly in his hands. He shimmies his pants off, his boxers tented by how hard he was. I just smile at the affect I had on him.

“You okay to stand?”

I giggle, “I don’t think so, sir.”

As soon as I say it, I don’t have to worry about standing anymore. He reaches for my waist and repositions me on the counter. I stare down between us, his hard cock rubs my sensitive slit.

“You’re so pretty, little one,” I hear him in my daze, but before I can respond, he eases himself into me. I moan out due to the glorious stretch, letting him get fully sheathed inside me. Instead of keeping me on the counter, he hooks his arms under my knees and lifts me up. In my shock, I wrap my arms around him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck.

He sets a brutal pace, not paying much mind to my groans. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable, it was just so much.

My mind goes back to what he said, which only gets me more riled up.

“God, I’m so full,” I moan into his ear, “You’re so good to me.”

I can feel his smile, “Better than you’ll ever have, baby.”

“You’re all I want,” I say absentmindedly, “I’m all yours.”

He props me back on the counter, pulling out of me briefly. He is throwing me around almost like a ragdoll. He lifts me up and spins me so I’m facing away from him. He moves my arms, so I can actually prop myself up on the counter. He lines back up, pushing himself back inside me. From this position, he somehow hits me in different places. He readjusts my body before settling back into a faster pace. With his right hand on my covered tit, his left hand reaches up to my throat. The sounds of slapping are so overstimulating in the best way possible. I couldn’t get enough.

“All,” Thrust, “Fucking,” Thrust, “Mine.”

I feel the warmth in my stomach again. It had to be the mixture of him calling me his and the fact that his dick was hitting me in just the right spot. As soon as I hit my tipping point, it’s like he could tell because he slows down, his hand traveling down to my clit again. I fall over the edge, my eyes rolling back into my head as I moan out his name. My entire body is tense until it’s not. I fall forward, but before my head catches the edge of the counter, he holds me up against him.

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” he groans, still fucking into me, “Want me inside?”

“Cum inside me, Joel,” I beg, hardly able to project my voice.

I’m at his mercy, as he spills inside of me all the while telling me what I good girl I am. I finally find my footing, as he slips his cock out of me, letting his cum drip down my legs. He releases my body, walking away from me for a moment. I try to get ahold of my bearings, but all I can think is how I never want to stop doing this. I want more.

I need more.

“Here, turn to me baby,” He mumbles. I turn around noting the damp rag he has. He gets on one knee, using the rag to clean up his cum off my legs. I’m still very sensitive, so when he gets close to my mound, I jolt. It makes him giggle.

Post-orgasm clarity started to hit me. I watch him stand up and lay the rag in the kitchen sink next to our plates. He was so fucking beautiful, his body glistening with sweat. He had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You okay?”

I wet my lips, “I think I need you to fuck me every day.”

His beautiful smile reappears, “Is that so?”

I nod quickly, “Yes, sir.”

He creeps closer to me, his hand lacing around my waist again.

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” He leans down and kisses my shoulder blade, “Now, which movie should we watch?”

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darkroomkisses · 8 months

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Please can we get a clingy ethan who never leaves the reader alone and the group thinks he is so annoying and weird, and the reader soon feels suffocated and tries to break up with him but he ends up scaring her with ghostface and so he comes to her rescue as if he didn't drive her to it💀 ty🫶

He Who Hurt You The Most (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

(Not my pics-credit to Pinterest)

A/N: Sorry this took soooo long. I literally trash :/ but anywhoo, Enjoy some fucked up smutty romance lol<3

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: You break up with Ethan after you can't take his suffocating and clingy behavior anymore. Unable to cope with the breakup, Ethan comes up with a sick plan to get you back.

Warnings: NON-CON, SMUT, Dark!Ethan Landry, Ghostface! Ethan Landry, Fem!reader, Angst, Toxic relationship, Choking, Dacryphilia, Possessive!Ethan, Unhinged!Ethan Landry, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Bruises, Face Slapping, Name-calling, After-care. Ethan is mean in this. Bad time for reader.

Don't read if uncomfortable with dark themes!

Words: 4.4k

Banner by @straywords 🥀

“Ethan enough!” you shriek at your boyfriend. Finally, you had enough of this played-out argument you two were having for the millionth time. Your whole body was shaking with anger. You were sick of Ethan hovering over you and questioning your every move when you’re not with him. The last 8 months have had its ups and downs, but the ‘downs’ were getting harder to ignore.

You love Ethan even though his jealousy and paranoid behavior scared you a little. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend; just overprotective. You tell yourself that over and over.

Ethan was looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes, he was kneeling at your feet while you sat in your bedroom. His grip is tight on your thighs.

“I just need some space...” you trail off, trying not to think of the pain he was currently inflicting on you.

“What? You don’t mean that.” Ethan’s voice cracks. He looks into your eyes; he could tell you were serious this time, but he refused to accept it.

“I do, now can you give me space for tonight? Please we can talk later.” you plead with him.

“No Y/N, I love you! this isn’t you! I want this to work! I fucking love you baby.” Ethan holds you tighter, his voice growing louder with every word. The pain from his grasp makes you hiss now.

“Ethan, you're hurting me” you whine.

“What am I not good enough for you now?! You don't love me anymore?” Ethan moves his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks tightly.

Lately Ethan hasn’t let you leave his sight. Every time you wanted to do something without him it turned into a fight, him yelling at you for minor things, it was too much. You shake his tight grip from your face.

And God forbid you didn’t answer his texts within a certain time.

“Even now, you’re not listening to me, even my friends think something isn’t right-“

Ethan cuts you off quickly. “Friends? Why the hell would you talk to them about us?” Ethan spits out, insulted they had something to say.

“I just needed to vent. I needed to talk to other people, not just you.”

You love Ethan a lot, but you couldn’t deal with him being up your ass another minute.

“You’re all I have! I can’t be without you!” Ethan screams at you, reaching to hold onto you again.

“Just stop!” You pushed him away from you and stood up.

“God! You're suffocating me, I need space! You never leave me alone. I don’t even get time to hang out with my friends. It’s too damn much. I hate it!” Your words come out like vomit. You let out a long sigh, turning your head away from him. “Just go!”

You couldn’t hold back anymore and finally tell him what's been making you lose sleep at night. Was it a little harsh? Maybe. But you needed to get it off your chest. You hated hurting him like this, but it was only going to get worse if you didn’t say anything.

Ethan stands up, not saying a word. His head is down, he looms over you like a dark figure. He’s furious.

Ethan grabs your neck with one hand in a quick motion forcing you to look into his dark eyes. The usual bright light in your boyfriend's eyes is absent. The way he looks at you makes your heart sink, fear prickles on your body.

“You will regret this and will realize what a big fucking mistake you’re making right now.”

Your face drains of any color you had left. You reach up and try to pry his hand off you. Desperate for breath. Ethan finally lets you go and slams the door behind him. You let out a choked sob, tears breaking out of you like a burst dam.

💔

You were at a coffee shop the next day with Mindy, Tara and Annika. Your sunglasses covering your puffy and red eyes. You stir your coffee with a straw. You were sighing constantly and avoiding the perturbed looks coming from your friends.

Your phone has been on do not disturb all day, you’ve been dodging Ethan’s calls and texts after last night.

“All I'm saying is good riddance; He was so weird anyway” Mindy cringes. Sipping on her hot latte.

“Yeah, like he was always around, like we barely seen you the last few months. We miss you” Tara voices putting her hand on yours in a comforting gesture.

You sniff at their words; you feel bad about them talking about Ethan this way, but you know they are right in a way.

“Not to hate on the dude but he’s always creeped me out, the way he looks at you is kind of spooky.” Annika remarks, shivering at her own words.

“You don’t know him like I do. He’s a gentle soul, he just has some demons, and bad family drama and its hard on him y’know” You utter trying to sound convincing. You didn’t know if you were trying to convince the girls or yourself. They stare at you for a beat, then share a look.

“What? Don’t we all? He’s not perfect, trust me I know. He’s made mistakes.” You reason with your friends; they shift in their seats. They look like they don’t believe a word you say.

“Right” Mindy lets out sarcastically and crosses her arms. “Thats why he yelled at you and put his hand around your neck and won’t leave you alone? Yeah, sounds like a realll good guy that respects boundaries.”

“Mindy...” Annika chastises her. Shooting her girlfriend a disapproving glare. Mindy grumbles about being right. You know Mindy had a good point, Ethan never hurt you like that before yesterday, you were so scared of him in that moment. Even though he’s been texting and calling non-stop to say sorry; you’ve been ignoring him. You just can’t talk to him right now.

You sigh and sink in your seat. You feel like you’re going to cry again. “Whatever, I need to go home, I barely slept a wink” You mumble before standing up.

“Thanks for the coffee.” You say flatly as you gather your bag and phone.

“We’ll come with you, if you want” Tara chirps.

“Nah, I need to be alone for a while.” Your friends give you pitiful eyes and goodbyes as you walk out.

You couldn’t stop thinking about your friends comments on the way back to your place.

Was Ethan really that bad? Or did your friends not just understand him. You loved him but you couldn’t ignore some of his behaviors. His need to be with you all the time was off-putting. He acted like if he blinked you would disappear. And him choking you was a step too far; you need real time apart. You just hoped this time apart would be healthy for both of you and would make your relationship stronger than ever.

You make your way into your apartment, You take out your keys, putting the key in the hole, only to find out the door isnt locked. That’s odd but maybe you forgot to lock it on your way out earlier. Your tired brain must have forgotten. You don’t linger on it too long as you step into the apartment.

Your bedroom light was on. The light peeked through the cracked door. You could have sworn you turned it off but you’re too tired to give it much thought right now.

You push the door open, and you take a quick look around your bedroom. Nothing. You feel a little anxious still; but decide it’s just lack of sleep playing tricks on your mind. You shrug off your bag, it drops on the floor. You’re so ready to curl up in bed and sleep the day away.

You plop on your bed laying back, closing your eyes. When you hear a creak on your wood floors, you tense sitting up quickly. Your heartbeat quickens and you stand up. You know in every horror movie the dumb character investigates a noise and ends up slashed, but your feet don’t stop you from doing just that.

“Hello?” You whimper out loud. Maybe a dumb thing to say if someone was in here. But you don’t know what else to do. You creep to the closet where you think the noise came from. You slowly reach for the door, you feel like you might shit yourself. Your heart races as you open the door and stare into the empty closet.

“Nothing of course” you sigh out reassuring yourself you are fine. You laugh at yourself for being so paranoid as you walk back into the living room making sure your front door is locked. You turn out the lights and head to your bed. Not even bothering to change out of your dress. Your eyes linger on the stuffie Ethan got for you on your first date. You cuddle it softly as quiet sobs escape your body.

💔

Ethan was hiding out in your apartment since you left earlier for coffee. Ethan stalked you all night, never really leaving you alone like you asked. Tracking your location, of course you forgot to turn off your shared location. He just had to make sure you were alright without him.

He waited for you to text him telling him how wrong you were and how much you need him, but that never happened. In fact, you were ignoring all his texts and calls. Ethan was more angry about that then he wanted to admit.

Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any longer. He knew he had to do something more drastic to get you back and he had just the plan.

He was a little disappointed in you, you barely noticed that your apartment was broken into. He was in your room, on your bed, turned your lights on, even left the door unlocked and you didn’t bat an eye. He’s angry you didn’t drop this ‘breakup’ act and didn’t immediately call him to check the place out.

Ethan was going to show you how foolish you were. He moved out of his hiding spot tucked away in another closet. He spent some time just watching you sleep, unaware of his presence. He was in his Ghostface costume; he had to make this scare authentic as possible.

He was looming over your sleeping body. He so badly wanted to be cuddled up with you, holding you tight as he caresses your sleeping face. But no, he couldn’t do that because you made the bitch move and kicked him out.

You shifted in your sleep and Ethan perked up and grips his knife tightly. He was ready, he wanted to give you the scare of a lifetime. He didn’t want to hurt you with the edged blade, but he had to make this believable.

Ethan pulls your blanket off and gets on the bed and straddles you. “Y/N~” Ethan whispers softly in his Ghostface voice. He grips your neck when you don’t wake up. Your eyes pop open, you stare up at the dark figure hovering over you. “What-” you choke out, your eyes wide and full of panic. Your heart is beating so fast, you try to shake him off.

Ethan grips your neck tightly. He wishes you could see his face right now. He’s smiling hard thinking about taking his anger out on you. You left him. You wanted time apart, and Ethan couldn’t cope with that. He loved you deeper than he ever loved anyone. You took his virginity, you took his heart, you consumed his soul. Now it was his turn to break you. He was going to make you run back into his arms whether you wanted to or not.

Ethan was giddy to see you so broken and scared under him. Nowhere to run or hide. Ethan took the blade of his knife and pressed it flat against your exposed panties. Your scream is caught in your throat with Ethan’s hand still wrapped around your neck. He harshly pressed down on your neck again before quickly moving it away. You let out a choked sob. “If you scream, I'll fuck up that pretty little face of yours.” Ethan threatened.

You silently nod your head, having no other choice. Your eyes quickly scan the room looking for anything to help you. Fuck, you felt trapped with nothing in reach to save you right now. Ethan gripped your face, noticing your wandering eyes.

“Don’t fucking think about it, nothing can save you right now” The mockery in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What do you want?” you sputter out. “You.” Ethan simply said. He flipped the blade on his knife; the cold metal sends shivers through you. “Please don’t! Take anything I don’t care, just leave me alone!”

Ethan laughs at your pleading and begging. “Baby your body is worth so much more than anything you can offer me.”

Ethan takes his hand off your face and removes his blade. You shiver with relief for a second. “My boyfriend will be here any fucking moment you need to leave!” You lie, trying to sound convincing. Ethan lets out another laugh, shaking his head at you. “If you only knew”

You pinched your brows together. What the fuck does that mean? Did he hurt Ethan? Is he dead right now? You don’t know what to think, your mind racing while this nightmare in form of a man looms over you. Tired of your silence he gets your attention by slapping your cheek hard. You gasp at the sudden attack.

“Standup.” He commands, moving sightly away so you can squeeze from under him. You do just that, holding your hot cheek.

You stand up on shaky legs, you watch Ghostface in front of you sitting on the edge of the bed with his knife pointing toward you. His immense figure is frightening, the expressionless white mask sends goosebumps all over your body, you don’t say a word, afraid of what he might do next.

You quickly glance at your bedroom door; it’s closed and locked. You curse at yourself; you were hoping to use this moment to run.

You clear your throat, you can't see it, but you feel the man under the mask running his eyes over your body. You push the bile forming in your throat back down. You try to cover your body, feeling exposed in the dress you chose to wear today, it was one of Ethan’s favorites.

“Don’t” he says roughly. “Take it off”

“I can’t-”

“Don't make me cut it off. That would be a shame, it looks so good on you”

You take a deep breath and unzip your dress sliding it down your body, you opted for no bra today, kicking yourself for not giving a fuck earlier. Your black cheeky panties are the only thing keeping your modesty. You keep your hands at your sides. You hear a deep grunt from the man in front of you.

“Come” Ethan motions his fingers at you to stand in front of him. You take a step closer, and he grabs your arm pulling you against him. He wraps his arms around your middle and for a quick moment his hold feels familiar. That thought is ripped from you when you feel him tearing your panties from your body, you let out a yelp.

His free hand runs over your body, lingering on your tits, squeezing and molding them in his palm. “Fuck your body is amazing” He drags out. Ethan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He needed you now after watching your little striptease for him.

“Get on the fucking floor, lay on your stomach, and don’t move an inch” He commands making you move without second thought. You were trying to lay still but your body was shaking hard. You tried to control your breathing; you closed your eyes in preparation for what you imagined was going to happen next.

Ethan tucked the knife away and undid his zipper pulling his aching hard cock out. Giving it a few strokes while staring at his once perfect little girlfriend under his mercy and willing to do anything to save herself.

Breaking your psyche was punishment enough, but to really send you running back to him, he had no choice but to fuck you hard and rough on your bedroom floor. He gets on top of you running his hands on your body and he takes his gloves off and rubs his fingers over your pussy then focusing on your clit for a minute.

You let out a little noise, your eyes still squeezed shut. Ethan was doing a half ass job of getting you wet, not really caring right now about your comfort or pleasure. He still wanted it to hurt and make you regret trying to leave him.

He takes his cock and lines up, pushing deep with his first thrust. You let out a cry, bracing yourself on the hardwood, trying to push yourself up. Ethan takes his hand and pushes your face against the hardwood, keeping you in place.

“Oh fuck” Ethan lets out as he pulls out to push inside you roughly once more. Your body aches with every thrust against the hardwood. You pound your fists into the floor, trying to wiggle from under him. Ethan rams into you again and again, the burning sensation makes you scream out. Your tears stain the floor.

“S-stop, it hurts!” you beg, your mind can’t understand anything but the pain coursing through your body. Ethan leans onto your back making him push deeper into you. He slows down giving you a little relief from his intense pounding.

“Fucking take it, whore like you deserve pain.” Ethan speaks into your ear; The mask digs into your neck. You whimper softly, “What did I do?” You can’t even understand why this was happening, or why you would ever deserve this. You apologize anyway, over and over hoping to appease the man “I’m sorry, I'm sorry”.

“Oh baby, words aren’t enough, don’t waste your breath” Ethan’s merciless words only make you cry more. Ethan reaches his hand under you and makes contact with your clit; he rubs it harshly.

“Your crying is so cute; it makes me so hard for you” Ethan wasn’t lying seeing you crying like this made him swell even more inside you. It turned him on whenever he seen your pretty face spoiled with tears, he finally got to admit that out loud.

“Cry for me baby. I know you like me filling your little hole up.” Ethan moaned out. Despite your fear and discomfort, your body doesn’t listen, and your hole gets slicker with every move of his hips and stroke of his fingers. You let out a little whine, as he rolls his hips deeper into you, pressing his hips flush against your ass. “Up on your hands and knees now.”

He pulls your hips up and makes you steady on your hands and knees. He holds onto your hips with both hands, and fucks into you hard enough to make you scream. Your arms go limp, making you crash onto the floor, you have no energy to hold yourself up anymore.

Your head is spinning from the pain. Ethan doesn’t help you back up; he continues to fuck you with no mercy.

“Fuck I don’t wanna stop, you’re so perfect for me” Ethan’s mind is so delirious with pleasure, his anger is long gone, He only cares about getting off right now.

“I'm going to cum, tell me you want it” Ethan slurs. He digs his hands deeper into your bruised hips.

“Say you want it, baby” you don’t answer, and Ethan slaps your ass check hard.

“Fucking say it, you little whore” Ethan takes a hand to the back of your head to pull you up by your hair. He stares at your fucked out face, only made dirtier by your tears and snot smeared on your face. “Fuck you’re so dirty, I really fucked you up.” Ethan smiles smugly and grips your hair harder, waiting for your answer.

“I-I want it, I want it” you finally choke out. Ethan wanted you to beg more but he couldn’t wait, he was so close. He pushes you back down and with a few jerks of his hips and he comes deep inside you. He doesn’t pull out right away savoring the warm feeling.

All the months of dating you never let him cum inside you, but right now you didn’t have a choice. He wanted this feeling to last forever. He reluctantly pulls out of you, watching his cum drip down your leg.

You don’t move an inch. You lay there silently, hoping this is a bad dream you’re going to wake up from. Ethan stands over you. He tucks his cock back in his pants and zips himself up.

“Word of advice don’t go trying to find me or go to those pig head cops. I will find out and next time you’ll wish I just raped your tight little pussy again.” His malicious words cut into you deep like a knife. You curl into yourself and weep hard.

He takes his knife and steps over you. Leaving you lying on the cold floor, sore and broken and more afraid than ever.

You don’t even know how long you laid in that same spot, it felt like hours. Your body was so sore you could hardly move. You used your little strength to pull your blanket off your bed to cover yourself up. You grabbed your phone with shaky hands, you dialed the number that you spent all day ignoring. He picks up on the first ring, and the familiar hello warms up your icy body.

“Ethan? I-I need you” you take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “Come over please.” your voice squeaked a little.

“Are you alright? You don’t sound okay” Ethan questioned; you could hear him rushing in the background.

“Just come, okay?” You barely have the energy to say more right now. Ethan lets out a quick okay and you hang up.

It isn't too long before your bedroom door creaks open. Ethan is standing in the doorway. “Y/N?”

“Oh my god, what happened to you?” Ethan rushes over to you, and lightly puts his hands on your shoulders.

You look up at him slowly, you almost burst into tears when you see him. The disturbed look on his face makes you feel sick.

“S-someone attacked me...wearing a Ghostface mask.” You whisper out, holding back more tears. Ethan squeezes your shoulders a little tighter.

“What? Where did they hurt you?” His eyes run up and down your body looking for wounds.

“No not like that, he-” You burst into tears before you can even get the words out. You wanted nothing more than to tell Ethan what that heinous man did to you, how much you were hurting but the words wouldn’t come out.

Ethan seems to understand what you mean without you saying anything more. “Do you know who did it? Baby, listen we have to call the police or something.”

Fear shoots through your body. “No, I have no idea, but please no cops! He’ll know, I can’t tell anyone.” You quiver, running your hands over your face to wipe your eyes. Ethan doesn’t say anything else. He pulls you into a tight hug, rubbing your hair softly. Letting you cry it out.

Ethan couldn’t help but smile as he comforted you. He was happy the line about the police worked so well. Of course, he didn’t think the cops were smart enough to pin it on him, but he had to be safe by scaring you like that.

His heart was racing not because of the terrible guilt or shame he felt. But because you came back to him. He smiled because you chose him to help you in a time of need. You didn’t call any of your bitch friends, they were part of the reason you tried breaking up with him. You called him first. And he couldn’t be happier.

You sat wrapped in his arms for several minutes before the tears stopped.

“Baby let me run you a bath, warm you up” You look up at Ethan and nod your head. He goes to the bathroom and runs the water nice and warm for you. He returns to you and walks over. You start to get up. “Don’t move, let me help” He scoops you up in his arms holding your body bridal style, keeping you as close to him as possible. Ethan never wanted to let you go, you feel so fragile in his arms, he knows he is the only one who can protect you now.

You were surprised at how easily he picked you up with no effort. He carries you into your bathroom and settles you into the soapy water, it’s the perfect temp, you close your eyes as the warmth hugs you.

Ethan grabs your washcloth and soap and slowly starts cleaning your bruised body. He didn’t get a good look till now of the red marks covering your skin, you were beautiful in his eyes, displaying the marks he gave you.

“I promise you, we will get through this Y/N” He reassured you as he slowly ran the washcloth up and down your arm then your torso.

“That man will never hurt you again. I won’t let a soul come between us and I won’t ever let you leave me again. I’ll always protect you baby.”

Your heart skipped a beat at Ethan’s words, an uneasy feeling settled deep inside you. You gave Ethan a weary smile, despite your instincts pointing at something very wrong. You don’t trust it and choose to push it away, not wanting to believe the worst.

You finish your bath, and Ethan wraps you in your towel, and carries you to your bed, planting light kisses to the top of your head.

He picks out something for you to sleep in and puts it carefully on you, trying to be as gentle as possible. You get under the covers and make room for Ethan.

“Ethan, can you spend the night?” His eyes light up at your request.

“Of course, I wouldn’t think of leaving you” Ethan takes off his jeans and shirt and settles in the bed with you and wraps his arms around you.

“I’ll never leave you alone again baby, you’re safe with me...always safe with me” Ethan says believing his own lies and so do you. Ethan hugs you tighter as you silently cry into the arms of the man who held you down only hours before. But you will never know that. If one thing is for certain, Ethan would make sure of that.

#tw noncon #smut #ethan landry #dark!ethan landry #angst #dark fic #mean Ethan landry #scream 6 #dark fics #scream x reader #tw r4p3

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The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (4)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing!

Genre: Angst? (Mostly Humor here)

Word Count: 3.1K

<Chapter 3

4. You're Welcome

9 AM was still quite early, so she didn’t speak to anyone when she was leaving the Hotel. Charlie tries to call after her, but Voe ignores her, knowing it would take her some time to find the V tower once again. Once she did find it and entered the building it was 8:59 AM.

“Excuse me? If you’re here for the event, the line is over there.” spoke a secretary pointing to a line of women that Voe had completely missed when she walked in—a line of nicely dressed, but very tired and annoyed women that lead right out the door.

“Um, is my name written down somewhere?”

“Huh?” said the secretary, with her hand in her mouth “Who are you?”

“I’m Voe, I was contacted directly by Velvette.”

“Hmmm,” she scrolled through her computer “What did you say your name was?”

“It’s Voe.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I don’t have a Vogue here.”

“It’s Voe!”

“Yeah, Vogue.”

“VOE”

“How do you spell that?”

“V-O-E?” her frustration building exponentially

“Ohhh. I have a V-O-E here, is this you?” she turns the computer with a picture of her on it. Voe stares at this woman as if she were insane.

“Yes,” she says annoyed

“Mmk.” She turns the computer back and begins typing “Okay, so I guess we can start now.” The secretary stands and approaches the line “OKAY! IF ANY OF YOU BITCHES ARE SHORTER THAN 5 ‘3FT OR TALLER THAN 5’10, YOU ARE DISMISSED!” 3/4 of the line moans in annoyance and leaves. Almost enough models to fill Pentagram City alone. “IF YOU’RE WEARING FLATS, YOU’RE DISMISSED. AND DON’T EVER CONSIDER COMING BACK IF YOU’RE WEARING SNEAKERS!” Another couple hundred models left the premises.

“AND LASTLY IF YOU ARE UGLY LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN!”

“How do we know if we’re ugly?” a woman on the line asks

“If you have to ask that, then you are.” most of the women are gone, leaving Voe and one other model. Voe goes to stand next to her, she shoots Voe a smile, and Voe gives back what she thinks might be a smile.

“Okay! I’ll call the boss now!”

“Melissa!” Another demon came from a different room “You’re yelling again!”

“Sorry,” she looks sheepish. Melissa turns to the models “I’ll take you to the boss now.”

After being led up the stairs, Melissa knocks on a door. A voice with a distinct British accent responds, “Come in!” Melissa knocks again. “Come IN!” the voice sounded more annoyed. Melissa knocks once again and the door is thrown open to reveal a beautiful demoness with deep brown skin, and hair that’s red on the top and blue at the bottom, tied up in a large ponytail. She’s wearing a red two-piece outfit with mismatched striped sleeves. “I said come IN!” She glares at Melissa “Don’t just stand in the doorway!” she says to the aspiring models who follow her inside. Melissa takes up the rear closing the door from inside the studio.

“Stand here,” the demoness calls from over by a desk, pointing at a slightly raised area in front of some U-shaped mirrors. They scramble to stand there quickly. The demoness stands up from her desk drawer, holding a tape measure, and approaches them with it “I am Velvette, but of course, you already know that and chances are that you’re here to make your dreams come true. You think you have what it takes to survive in this industry? Well you DON’T” She glares at the both of them “I’m just seeing you both so I can know which one of you is the least trash.” she squints “Names.” she orders. There’s a pause where they are both confused about what to say “NAMES?!” Her eyes widen and she raises her voice with anger

“Umm, Molly?”

“Is that a QUESTION?!”

“No! It’s Molly!” her voice is quivering

Voe’s hands are shaking and she has an overwhelming urge to pull at one of her ears “Voe.” Her voice comes out sounding flat and her tone is indecipherable.

Velvette raises a brow at her. “Ahh…yes. Voe the Beau, is it?” the fashionista looks her up and down.

Voe nods once “Indeed,”

“Hmm,” was all Velvette responded with. She paces back and forth silently, looking over at the potential hires every few minutes with her piercing gaze. Voe wondered what was taking so long, they were just standing there. The other girl, however, had begun shaking and sweating under Velvette’s watchful eye, to the point where it became noticeable. After about an hour of silence and short glances, Velvette walks back up to them and says “No. 9” pointing at Molly and Voe respectively. The girl, Molly runs off crying and tripping over her shoes and Voe stands there confused by her statement.

“What are you waiting for?”

“You to clarify.” Voe’s mouth is something like a straight line when she says this. Confused, but not wanting to look angry

“Clarify what?”

“What ‘9’ means”

Velvette rolls her eyes “You don’t know how to tell time? Come back tomorrow at 9! Now leave!” She points to the door.

Voe walks toward the door still a bit confused. How was I supposed to know what that meant? But brushed it off. Guess this means she got the job!

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Usually after doing things in the morning, Voe would come home and crash into a nap, but today she was filled with energy from her visit to vVv Tower. She sat in the parlor eating a plate of spaghetti that she found in the fridge and turned on the tv. The first thing she saw was a girl with blue skin, black sclera, green pupils, sharp teeth, and dark brown puffy hair being interviewed on 666 news.

“Hi, I’m Katie Killjoy!”

“And I’m Tom Trench!”

“Nobody gives a fuck who you are Tom! And we are here with the Vees newest discovery! Introduce yourself, sweetheart!”

The camera focuses on the petite demoness who speaks with a high-pitched voice. “Hi, you can call me Sugar. Sugar Cube!”

“Sugar has been working with the Vees for about a month now and she’s seemed to become an instant celebrity overnight! What do you have about that Sugar?’

“And do you taste as sweet as your name implies?” Tom speaks up and Katie growls at him

Sugar’s eyes are lidded and sensual “I wouldn’t say it was overnight. It takes so much practice and…. confidence? I’m sorry I’m so nervous.”

“Well that’s alright Sugar, you could just be staring at the camera and there’d be at least 2 things I’d be happy about with your performance!” Tom interjected

“I swear Tom, shut the fuck up. What’s it been like working with the Vees?”

“Pretty cool, you get so many opportunities and you can meet so many great people”

“And what people have you met?”

“Umm…lots.”

“Like…?”

“Ummm..he Vees?”

Laugh track plays over the scene. Katie looks clearly envious “You’re lucky you’re pretty Sugar.”

“Me too,” she says

“Aww, what the fuck! where’d my spaghetti go?!” Angel Dust can be heard from the kitchen. Voe slowly places the plate on the coffee table. Angel enters the parlor. “Hey, have you seen my-“ she spots the plate and just stares at her with flat brows “What the fuck.”

“In my defense, I thought it was up for grabs.”

“It had my name on it!”

“How do you put your name on spaghetti?”

“It was in a container? With my name on it?”

Voe picks up the container out of the garbage and checks it over, seeing Angel’s name on it “Hot damn, my bad. Do you like, want it?”

He plops down on the couch “No, just shit ask next time damn.”

“Okay,” she sits back down and puts his legs over her lap. “Hey, do you know that girl?’ She points at the tv

“Huh?” Angel is scrolling through his phone

“That girl on the tv”

His eyes glance up and focus on who she’s pointing at “Holy shit.”

“She says she works for the Vees, so I thought maybe you might have seen her?”

“Rumor has it that you’re getting a billboard right in the middle of Pentagram City!” Katie continues

“Well, that’s only a rumor, but I’d love for it to be true someday.”

“Well, you are living the dream Sugar.” Katie turns back to the camera “That’s all for tonight on 666 News and before it cuts off she shoves Tom off his seat

Voe frowns “I wanna be on a billboard.”

“Holy shit. Someone’s gotta get her some cue cards.”

“So you do know her?”

“Yeah, we work together.”

“Oh, she does porn too?”

“Yeah...” he says not really listening anymore. Voe gets up and throws the rest of the spaghetti in the trash, which definitely gets his attention.

“And then you wasted it?! What the fuck?!”

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Voe had taken to playing music out loud in the hotel: full speaker, no headphones, nothing. Whenever she was happy she couldn’t help but dance, which is what exactly she was doing when she heard a knock on her door, she had idea of who it would be, and was confirmed to be correct once she opened it.

“Is there something I can do for you, deer man?”

Alastor’s are only slightly open, and he’s holding his cane as though he used it to knock with “Yes, my dear in fact there is. Your,” he pauses, raising an eyebrow before saying “Music, is quite loud. I would advise you to turn it down.”

“Is it bothering you?” She leans on the doorframe

“Well, now that you mention it, yes.”

“Why?” He tilts his head, confused by the question “Did you hear it from somewhere else, or just walking by?”

“I heard it from my room.”

“Where’s your room?”

“Right upstairs.”

“That’s not that far, plus you have those deer ears. I’m not sure it’s as loud as you think it is.” She smirks “No one else has complained. How do I know that you’re not just being a nag?”

“Can you not just be respectful and turn it down?”

“But then I can’t hear it.”

“If you turn it down a singular notch?”

“Then that wouldn’t make much of a difference to you, now would it?”

“How do you know? You haven’t done it.”

She takes out her phone and presses the ‘volume down’ button once, which has no perceivable difference in the amount of sound. “See?”

“Hmm. Very well.” his brows are flat “Enjoy your ‘music’ on your…” he cuts his eye. “What is that?”

”It's a speaker," she said, looking up at him with a hint of annoyance as he poked it with his cane.

"That is not a speaker. It's a box with small holes in it. Speakers have large funnels to project sound and a place to play your record or radio. This is not a speaker."

"It's a speaker," she repeated. "Modernized. It's for phones, iPads, computers, and stuff."

Alastor looked shocked and disgusted, but his smile never faltered.

"Where does the record go?" he asked.

"There's no record. We barely even use CDs anymore."

"What in hell is a CD?" Alastor asked incredulously.

"A 'Compact Disk'," Voe explained. "People used it to play music. But that doesn't matter because people don't use them anymore. This," she pointed to her speaker, "connects to my phone," she held up her smartphone, "via Bluetooth. It's a wireless technology that allows devices to communicate with each other over short distances," she added, looking up from her phone. "It plays the music that I have saved on my phone."

Once Voe finishes and takes a breath and looks up, Alastor seems as if he is going to short-circuit from the vast amount of information he was just given. Voe sighs again.

“You don’t get it at all.”

“Not at all,” he hits the top with his cane

“Hey, watch it.” She turns serious “Do not damage my property.”

His smile grows at the idea of irritating her “Enjoy your ‘music’ on your ’speaker’” he walks out in a pompous manner, somewhat bouncing with each step.

“They are not theoretical things,” she mumbles. She turns to go back into her room, before doing a double take. She tilts her head, watching Alastor leave. With each step, his coat raises a bit, she squints looking as hard as possible. “Is that a tail?” her jaw drops open with delight.

The next morning Angel was rushing around the parlor, looking like anxiety incarnate.

“Oh shit, Val’s gonna kill me if I’m late again,” he mumbles to himself.

Voe strolls through the parlor without a care in the world. “Val?”

“Valentino. That’s his boss.” Husk spoke from behind the bar before lifting a bottle to his lips

“Really dude? It’s not even 9 am.”

“This is my breakfast,” he said taking another swig

“Are you headed to V tower?”

“Yeah, don’t distract me toots.”

“Oh! I’m headed over there! We can go together!”

“Sure, but I’m leaving now!”

“Okay!” She skips out the door right behind Angel

Reaching V tower, it felt a lot larger and less friendly than it had when Voe came the first time, maybe because of the lack of models, maybe because of how quiet it was, or maybe because of the look of terror on Angel’s face, when they entered the front doors. There stood a giant moth man decked out in bling and a fancy fur coat with a red top hat donning a striped feather.

“Angel,” he spoke in a sickly sweet voice, “What did I tell you before?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Angel lowers his head, and Voe is confused by the gesture. She’d never seen him look like this before. She looked up at the moth man, he was incredibly tall, and the way he put his hand on Angel, made his face contort into something awful while the moth man’s smile grew.

Velvette finally entered the room at that point, while Voe was examining the two men, bringing the moth’s attention to her. “There you are!” she said

“Oh my,” the giant moth approaches Voe and Velvette “You are gorgeous. Do you need a job? Because I could make you-“ he bends down, then kisses and slightly licks the back of Voe’s hand, leaving a residue of red saliva “A star.” His eyes stare up as hers stare down. He smirked, and she almost sneered.

“Fuck off Valentino, she’s mine!” Velvette interjects

“You’re Valentino?” Voe spits, shocked by the information

“In the flesh Hermosa.” He spreads his wings as a display of dominance “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“Indeed it does,” she confirmed, wiping his saliva off her hand

“Come with me and I could make you bigger than she” he gestures to his comrade “Ever could. Especially someone like you. I don’t have any plus-sized girls.” He stares at her like he’s starving and she’s a piece of meat. Voe’s body temperature began rising exponentially and-

“Like I said Val, fuck off! I found her first!” Velvette begins pushing Voe in the opposite direction towards her studio while flipping Valentino off. Voe takes one more glance back, and the moth wiggles his tongue and blows her a kiss before she shivers in disgust, looking back at Angel as he is dragged the opposite way.

“Okay, stand perfectly still,” Velvette instructed her while she stood in front of the mirrors. Voe does her best to do so, as her new boss snaps once, twice, three, four five times to find an outfit that works for her. “Hmm, no no no. None of these are working!” She snaps again and again, changing the outfits every second, but she remains unsatiated “This isn’t working, get down!”

Voe does as she was told. Velvette looks her up and down “I want to use you, but none of my clothes fit you right. Melissa! Bring me my measuring tape!” Melissa scrambles in to bring her the tape that was right beside her “Stay still.” she is instructed once again

Velvette measures her height “Move your arms! Spread your legs” She does everything oh so quickly. “Your body doesn’t fit my current regime, but I like it. And your face. You’re very pretty, you’re welcome. So I need to do something special with you if I want to use you. Wait! What if I created a new line centered around demons with your body type? Yes of course! I’m a genius!”

“Call it ‘Respectless’, ‘cuz I heard that’s your thing.”

Velvette’s eyes widen “Listen, I’m the brains of this operation, so don’t give me your ideas again unless I specifically ask for them! But that idea is so good that I’m going to use it and take all the credit for it, got me? Great!”

“Got it.” she purses her lips “So when are you going to start making the line?”

“Hmm, you’re doing an awful lot of talking for a model, but if you must know I’m going to do it right now!” she looks giddy and intrigued, looking at Voe as if she were a puzzle to solve. “We’ll go with shades of pink because those do look good on you, I will say, you do know how to pick a color, you’re welcome. But your body seems a lot more soft than what I’m used to.” Velvette walks up to Voe and grabs her waist while staring her directly in the eye “Yep, I was right, you’re soft.” So I need clothing that will either offset that or something that could highlight and compliment it “How do you feel about your body? Now I want you to speak, let’s go chop chop!”

“I like my body.”

“You like it? Is that all? Give me something deeper, something more, do you stare at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,”

“And what do you see?”

Voe blinks “I see me.”

Velvette rolls her eyes “And what else?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question.”

Velvette walks up to her “What do you feel when you look at yourself? Need an example, alright. When I see myself in the mirror” she walks to the center of the line of mirrors “I think I’m that #bitch. I’m smart, I’m sexy, and I’ve pretty much got it all. Now what about you?”

Voe stops for a moment to think “I don’t think about it at all, I just am.”

“You are what?”

“The one.”

She raises her brow and steps closer to her “The one what?”

“The one to be. I’ve got charm, confidence, and the skills to back it up.”

“Yes…and…?” She inches closer and closer

“And I don’t apologize for being me.”

“Because you are…?”

“I’m a bad bitch!” She felt hyped up by Velvette

“Yes! You’re a bad bitch, and don’t you forget it! Now that is the vibe I want to get from this new line. It’s based on you.”

“Wow, that’s-“

“Nope! Now we’re back to not talking.” She cuts Voe off once again.

A/N: 'Sugar’ is NOT my OC. She was created by @michaelasworlds-blog from 'Sugar, Spice, and Nothing Nice!' and I was allowed to use her. Let's just say the stories are synced!

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 2 years

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Sweet Thoughts

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Summary: When her shop is trashed and robbed, Y/n is scared to go to work. Fortunately, a superhero offers help and protection. But those services aren’t free. And one day, he reclaims his payment.

Word Count: 4238

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warning: SMUT, dub-con, p in v, unprotected sex, manipulation, coercion, grooming, Soldier Boy being an asshole very full of himself, break in, robbery, toxic masculinity

Square: @howbadcanitbebingo Historically Incorrect / @anyfandomdarkbingo: Grooming

A/n: Hello everyone! So this fic was requested by @lifeissomethingelse! I really wanted to set up this fic in the 1980, but then, historically, it wouldn’t work. There wasn’t really any pastry shop back then, let alone owned by a woman. So for the purpose of this fic and the bingo how bad can it be, I decided… Fuck it! Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts about it! This was also for @writercole millennial challenge with the song (You drive me) Crazy by Britney Spears!

Soldier Boy POV

There was a sweetness in her that was addictive.

Just like his favourite pastry. Sugary, soft, too pretty to consume but yet, it was impossible to not lay his eyes on her and wanting her. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t interested in him, or if she wasn’t available. When Ben laid his eyes on her, it was exactly as if he just discovered the true meaning of hungry. Just looking at her left his mouth watering, his tongue licking his lips slowly as his green eyes detailed her through the window of her shop.

The pastry shop opened a couple of months ago, but never before he noticed. Of course, he smelled the delicious cakes they baked there everytime he walked by. Saw people entering and leaving with their arms full of delicious looking food, a smile stuck on their faces.

But it was the first time he truly saw her.

Soldier Boy was a superhero, so he wasn’t used to getting no as an answer. After all, he was a strong, beautiful man, every woman always looked at him like he was some kind of god. It was barely if they could hold themselves back from getting on their knees in front of him, begging to choke on his cock.

The small bell rang when Ben opened the door to enter the shop. Inside, it smelled even better. It reminded him of when he used to go to his grandma’s house back in the day. Hot summer days when she baked too many pies for the mouths she had to feed. He would always bring the extra back with him and his house would smell of those bakeries for days after the boxes were empty.

His dad hated that. Said eating too much would make him fat, not that it really mattered anyway.

Ben was always a fucking disapointment to him.

“Hello there,” Ben said, walking around the line of customers waiting to be served to speak directly to the girl. Laying an arm against the top of the showcase where the pastry where displayed, he flexed his arms subtly, just enough to show his muscles through his green costume.

“Welcome,” the girl immediately answered, a big, polite and oh so cute and pure smile on her face. Her hands rested against her apron and she took the time to look at him up and down before speaking again. “Please, if you want to purchase something, the end of the line is right there,” she politely gestured towards the door where the last customer was.

That took Ben by surprise. Not only did she deny him immediately after looking at him all over, clearly noticing he was a superhero, but she also asked him in the most polite way to make the line?

There was not an ounce of anger in her voice that betrayed her beautiful face as she turned her attention back to the customer in the front line to take their order.

Soldier Boy puffed his chest, not believing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, pushing the customer aside to be in front of the girl. Her smile stayed on her face, but he could see and hear the barely perceptible sigh as she realised the customer he was would be troublesome. “Do you know who I am?” Ben grinned, opened his arms and pointed at himself.

“You’re Soldier Boy,” the girl answered, and that only made him grin harder. Of course she knew who he was. Another fan. No one could resist him. “But you need to make the line like everyone else, please,” she added. The sweetness of her tone betrayed her words and for a moment, Ben was sure she was actually asking for his order.

Soldier Boy stopped before speaking. The girl was looking at him, and he knew everyone else was too. He could hear their heartbeats getting faster with the annoyance growing up.

“Fine,” he grumbled, rolled his eyes and walked to the back where the line ended.

While he waited, Ben couldn’t believe how he was denied. Minutes passed that allowed him to think of a comeback, something he would tell her that would immediately make her fall on her knees for him. So stuck in his head, his ego clearly more disturbed than he wanted to admit, Ben didn’t even notice it was his turn.

“Soldier Boy, it’s your turn,” the voice of an angel brought him back from his head. As he walked closer to the counter, he cleared his throat, trying to use his most deep and sexy voice he knew women liked. “Thank you so much for waiting. What can I get you?”

Once again, the sweetness emanating from her took him off guard. How could someone so pretty, so innocent, so sweet and kind, could be alive at the same time as him, in the same town, and he only finds her now?

Now that he was close to her and that there were no unwanted and annoying people around, he could take the time to better admire her and breathe her all in. The smell of the pastry was nothing compared to her fragrance. She smelled sweet, like honey, like bread baking in the oven, and those smells were probably from working here all day. There was the natural smell of sweat, but he only noticed it thanks to the V bathing in his veins that enhanced his senses.

Her face was simply perfect. To her eyes, her nose, her lips, everything looked simply delicious.

She was driving him crazy.

“I’ll take your favourite thing in the shop,” he said after a while of admiring her. Then, his signature grin stretched his lips. “And then, I’ll take you. On a date.”

This seemed to take her by surprise, because it took her a couple of seconds to react. Heat went up in her face and she avoided his gaze, clearly embarrassed by the flirtation, like no man ever tried that tactic before.

As she picked up a napkin and a bag, she put a pastry in it, not that Ben cared what it was, and placed it on the counter. “That’ll be fifteen cents please.”

His suits had pockets, it wasn’t the problem. But never before did he have to pay for things he wanted, so of course, Soldier Boy didn’t have anything on him. “I must have forgotten my wallet at home,” he offered her one of his knockout smiles, knowing it would work.

It always did.

“Usually, I would have said to come back with the money, but since you’ve been kind enough to make the line, here,” she smiled, handing him the bag with the pastry. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Soldier Boy took the bag, making sure to brush his fingers against the soft skin of her hand. “So, when does your shift end?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, implying the meaning of his question that way.

“We close at 8pm,” she answered, and he was sure it meant a yes, but the smile she now had on her face was a sorry smile. A smile that meant no.

No.

No one ever told him no before.

“I’ll pick you up at 8 then,” he said, acting like he didn’t understand.

“Soldier Boy,” the girl interrupted him before he left. “It’s not… I’m really flattered, really, but I am… not interested,” she put it simply.

It was like she took his knife and stabbed him right in the middle of the chest. He was being denied. Refused. She refused him.

It was the first time. And it should’ve made him angry, but it did the opposite. Being denied just increased the want. The need. The challenge.

She would be his no matter what.

“Alright,” Soldier Boy shrugged like it was no big deal. Walking closer again, he whispered his next words. “Be careful, it can become scary at night.” Knowing his words had the effect he wanted on her, the hero stepped back, offered her another grin and started walking towards the exit. “By the way, what’s your name?” He asked just before leaving.

“Y/n,” the girl answered. There was no smile anymore on her face, and his super hearing informed him her heart was now beating faster.

“Well, I’ll see you around, Y/n. Thanks again for the food.”

Your POV

It was a long day. Usually, when the shop is that busy, you always have one or two more employees that help, but today was just…

And there had been weird people coming in and out.

One in particular couldn’t leave your mind. How he talked to you and flirted with you, even asked you on a date, it was still so overwhelming, you had no idea how you managed to stay so calm while telling him no. You had to admit, he was hot as hell, and popular, and a hero, and he asked you out?

It was way past 8pm and you just finished closing everything. Once it was done, you walked to the front door, locked it, and started heading home.

“Crap,” you muttered, looking everywhere in your purse without finding it. You forgot your wallet in the shop. Turning around, you headed back towards the place when suddenly, you heard it.

Windows being broken. Things getting trashed out.

“No no no!” You started running towards the noise, hoping so much it wasn’t your shop that was being vandalised and robbed. But the closer you got, the more your hope disappeared.

It was a complete disaster. The bay window was broken, and inside, there was glass on the floor, chairs had been broken, and a silhouette was right where the cash register was. Metallic noises informed you he was trying to force it open.

The thief was still there.

Stepping back slowly, you tried to not be seen. Your shop was a mess, but if the person saw there was a witness, it could end very badly for you. But then, something broke under your foot, making way too much noise, and you froze on the spot. The burglar stopped trying to open the register and you swore he was now looking at you. It was too dark to see anything but the frame and the shadow of a person, but you knew his eyes were staring right at you.

Strength finally filled your legs, or maybe it was adrenaline, and you were running away from the scene. Hoping to meet anyone that would be outside so late, anybody to help you.

Glancing back, you checked to see if he was close when your body met something hard and firm. You gasped, your scream stuck in your throat, fear so strong in your body as you thought the burglar caught you. You struggled against the hold of the body, but it was no use. He was stronger.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You recognized the voice immediately. It wasn’t hard, he left quite the impression when he came by to your shop earlier. You stopped struggling to look up and the tears ran down your cheeks when you saw his face.

“Help me please,” you begged, hugging him like he was the buoy that would keep you from drowning. “There’s someone in the shop, they…”

“Don’t worry, I’m there,” Soldier Boy affirmed in a steady, strong voice. “I’ll save you.”

After that night, you’ve been afraid to leave work alone. Even going to work in bright daylight when there were witnesses everywhere scared you.

Solder Boy didn’t find anyone when he checked your shop that night. But the cost of the reparations were way too high for you, so now, you had to work twice as much. You couldn’t afford being afraid. So of course, when he proposed to protect you and your shop and didn’t ask money for it, you accepted.

That was one of your mistakes. Yes, he refused money. But he never said it was free.

At first, everything was perfect.

Soldier Boy would be at your door in the morning, waiting for you to be ready to walk with you to work. Sometimes, he would be stopped by fans asking for autographs, which he would always accept with a big grin. It would never make you arrive late, though.

Then, once you were safe, he would leave you as long as there was someone else with you in the shop. In the evening, he would be back and make the close with you, or simply take a seat and watch you as you cleaned the place. Then he walked you back home.

As days passed, you discovered he was actually really a good guy, doing all of that for you. Or maybe you were simply blinded by the safety that having a superhero such as him as a bodyguard brought you. Because you did feel safe. So safe.

After two weeks, you had enough savings to repair what had been destroyed inside the shop. The front window was the first thing you repaired so you could open again to get customers and sell again.

And two weeks later, Soldier Boy asked for his payment.

You were at the back that day, in the kitchen. The baker was sick, so you placed your other employee at the front since they were still in training. The breads were slowly getting made, you had dough all over your apron and clothes and were very focused, so much you didn’t notice he was there. You only knew when you felt his hands on your waist.

“Gosh! You scared me,” you sighed as you turned to him. “The shop only closes in 4 hours, you know that, right?” You added when you saw him with his costume and shield on, with the exception of his mask. God, he had beautiful hair underneath, it looked so soft and-

“I protected you almost everyday for two weeks. I think it’s time I get my payment. Or my reward, in this case.”

You looked at him and frowned. Even if Soldier Boy didn’t have his mask on, he still had a mask on his face that hid everything. He showed no emotions.

Expressionless. Staring at you, barely blinking. A small grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, of course,” you nodded, wiping your hands on your apron. “How much do you want?”

If, at first, you felt safe with him, it was totally the opposite right now. As he waited for you to answer, you could feel it, his strong, dominant aura. Soldier Boy wanted something, and you knew he would do anything to get it.

He scared you.

“I told you, I want no money. I don’t need money,” Soldier Boy answered, stepping closer to you.

You swallowed hard, fear starting to get stronger inside of you. Stepping back, you forced your gaze to stay anchored in his and not show him how scared you actually were. “What… Do you want, then?”

How naive and innocent of you. You knew what he wanted. It was clear. Obvious. So obvious.

“Since the first time I laid my eyes on you,” Soldier Boy kept getting closer, and you couldn’t move away anymore, trapped between him and the table. “I wanted you. And I always get what I want.”

“Please,” you started to beg, but a finger laid gently on your lips to silence you. Every movement he made was slow. Soft. Calculated. Like he was a predator hunting a poor little scared prey.

“Don’t cry. I won’t force you. This is payment for my services. It is a fair deal. So, be a good girl, turn around and bend over. You’ll love this, I promise.”

You looked into his eyes. His pupils looked so blown out, almost all the green was gone. As he waited for your answer, his fingers stroked your cheek, lowering down to trace your jaw, and settled softly against your throat.

He was right, after all. You owed him. He was protecting you, and protecting your shop. It was only normal to give him what he wanted as payment, right? And after all… It wasn’t like you never thought about it, thought about how it would feel to have sex with the superhero.

So you obeyed.

Soldier Boy pinned you against the table, flour flying around as you tried to hold on against anything. Your face was right next to the bread you were making, and you looked at it while he lifted up your skirt and lowered your underwear. You kept on looking at it as he touched you all over, whispering things like how pretty you were, how soft your skin was and how good it would feel. And you couldn’t deny it no more, it already felt good, the praising, the touching, and despite the trap this actually was, you were turned on.

“Be sure to stay quiet…”

Like you were the most important and precious thing he owned, Soldier Boy went slowly. He held you tight, but not tight enough to hurt. As you felt his length stretching you open, you almost let a moan slip out, but his fingerless gloved hand immediately blocked the noise as he pressed it on your mouth. You understood the assignment and stayed quiet as he bottomed out.

“Good girl, taking me so well… Gonna remove my hand now and I’ll start moving, be sure to stay quiet for me, all right?”

His voice was so rough, it was like sandpaper scraping your skin. Or maybe it was his beard as he kissed your neck, making sure to leave marks everywhere he could. Marking you as his.

You nodded against the table, and then, he started to move.

At first, it was slow, and you managed to stifle your moans by biting on your lips hard enough to hurt. But then, he sped up his thrusts, and it felt so good, you were crying and whimpering under him. Your fist was in your mouth and you were biting it, anything to not make a single noise.

A hand on your throat warned you to do better than this and you clenched around him, trying to make him go slower because you wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Soldier Boy redressed your body, your back flush against his torso, your hands barely touching the table anymore. In that position, he was even deeper but couldn’t go as fast. Still, he was deep, completely inside of you, and each thrust was well rough.

It felt so good. So perfect. All you wanted was to tell him how good it felt and beg. For him to slow down or go faster, you didn’t know anymore. But all that escaped was a gasp as one of your hands rested on his, still on your throat.

Then, you understood why he put you in that position. Because that way, you could see the front of the shop through the small window of the kitchen. Could see all the customers and your employee. If you made any noise, they would hear. Turn their head and see Soldier Boy, balls deep inside of you, fucking you like you were only his toy.

You had no idea why, but that thought turned you on so fucking much. Your legs started shaking, your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm that was coming at full speed. Soldier Boy must have known, felt it, because next thing, his hand was on your mouth and he was ramming inside of you faster and deeper, and it felt so good, you came right there and then. Juice of pleasure went down your legs and soaked his pants, you were sure of that.

But he never slowed down or stopped.

“You’re mine. You understand?” His voice whispered against your ears as his thrusts became uneven, and then you felt it. His cock throbbing inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and then the ropes of cum filling you up as he came with a roar against your ear.

Exhausted, you could only fall back against the table. More flour flew around under the impact.

Soldier Boy pulled up your underwear, at least he had the decency to dress you up again. “Keep that inside,” he ordered, referring to his cum. His fingers pushed against your entrance above the tissue. “For the rest of the day. If you do that, then I’ll keep protecting you and your shop. Understood?”

“Y/n? We’re gonna need more bread soon!” A voice made from the front of the shop before you could answer. Gathering your last strength, you resumed a normal standing position just before your employee entered the kitchen. “Oh, I see you’ve been busy,” the employee noticed, and a wave of fear and shame drowned you for a second. You clenched around nothing and felt some of his cum leaking in your underwear. You had to be careful or else it would end up spilling through the clothing.

“I.. Uh…” you glanced behind you, but Soldier Boy was gone. “Yeah. Bread is coming, sorry,” you apologised. Your employee nodded and headed back to their post.

That was a close one.

Everyday after that, Soldier Boy came by to collect his payment. Each time, he had another request, or else, he would stop protecting you. At first, the blackmail was upsetting you, of course, you felt betrayed by the hero. But everytime he thrusted inside of you and fucked you to midnight, your head was becoming so fuzzy, you didn’t care at all about the why or how bad the situation actually was.

And then weeks passed, and you didn’t care about it anymore. All you wanted was his cock inside of you. His large, wide and rough hands, everywhere on your body. His scent wouldn’t leave your mind, driving you crazy at the point you had trouble falling asleep. You craved him. You would do anything for him. You needed him so bad.

A couple of weeks later, Soldier Boy had asked you to only wear an apron and work in the kitchen. You did as he told you and started baking donuts while waiting, but to be honest, the excitement was so strong, all you could think about as you made the correct form of the pastry was…

Your empty, leaking hole waiting to be filled.

“Good girl,” his voice reached your ears, and you felt yourself becoming even more aroused just hearing his voice. Hands slapped your ass cheeks and then spread them and you felt him stare at your privacy. Of course it was embarrassing. But you needed him too much to care. “I see you missed me,” he added and without even seeing him, you knew he had a big grin on his face.

Bending you again against the table, Soldier Boy slidded home, where he belonged. His cock felt so good, you moaned softly for only him to hear.

“You’ve been so good to me, I think I’ll let you in on a little secret,” his thrusts always started slow, just like every time, he was discovering your pussy and wanted to feel every inch of it around his shaft. Taking his sweet time, building up the tension and the pleasure, and then he would ram inside of you until you couldn’t stand up and would see stars. “See,” his torso pressed against your naked back, it hurt a little, but the pleasure was way too strong for you to care. The anticipation of the moment he would fuck you hard and fast and make you cum. “I’m the one that trashed your shop and stole your money.”

That revelation should have given you a reaction. Anger. Betrayal. Fear.

But his hips had sped up, he was fucking you fast now, his grunts could only be heard because his mouth was close to your ear. Your head was becoming fuzzy again, it felt good, and you had to focus everything you had left on not making a sound. “Wh…What do… You mean…” You managed to say between two stifled moans.

“Baby, I'm so into you… You got that something, what can I do?” He said instead of answering. His strong hands squeezed your hips and a slap landed on your ass, almost breaking your lips with the moan that threatened to escape. “No one tells me no. I had to give you a reason…”

You were about to answer when a rougher thrust made you lose your balance and a shy moan escaped your vigilance.

“You drive me crazy… Sweet, sweet little Y/n…”

He manipulated you from the start. Lied to you. Destroyed your shop, created a strong fear in you that would make you dependent of him. And then, when it was time, he reclaimed his payment. And only when you were too deeply addicted to him did he reveal the truth.

“Tell me you're so into me, that I'm the only one you will see, and I’ll swear you’ll never need anyone else to protect you and satisfy you.”

How could you say no? You couldn’t even think. As he fucked you hard and fast, just like you liked, it was impossible to have coherent thoughts.

And anyway, you were already in too deep.

“I’m… Yours… Always…”

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angelsanarchy · 6 months

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 4

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27

TW: Fucking, P n V, Fingering, Squirting

"Wait, John! Where did my tips go?" Y/n looked for the jar that sat on the countertop.

"You know those have to be split." He snorted.

"I'm the only person working doubles. Who the hell am I splitting them with?" She asked confused and he held up the cash in his hand.

"You know the rules darlin'. I let you work here, you've got to pay me." She hated John. He was a scummy, perverted trash goblin who constantly took advantage of the women who worked at the diner. The one time he made a pass at her, she almost broke his wrist and threatened to cut his pecker off if he ever tried again. Now he's an absolute prick about paying her.

"This is bullshit and you know it." She took her apron off and tossed it on the counter.

"You could always quit. Plenty of broads around here looking for pocket change." Y/n gave John the finger before getting in her car and heading back to the campsite. She must have startled Possum because he ran out of his tent with wide eyes.

"I thought you were a cop...sorry." He admitted. Y/n ignored him and stormed into the RV. Possum stood confused until she burst back out of the RV with a change of clothes in her hands and slammed them down on the picnic table.

"I'm so fucking sick and tired of having to put up with the bastards of this stupid town and making it seem like anyone who wasn't spit out here is some sort of loser." She tore her nametag off her blouse and Possum continued to stand silently, listening to her rant.

"I work really fucking hard to be able to live how I live and all I wanted was to save enough for me to get out of here and back on the road for my next adventure." She kicked her shoes off and started to take her pantyhose off.

"I shouldn't have to work twice as hard because I have goals beyond this place. It's not fair." She started undoing the buttons of the uniform and Possum's eyebrows went up. She peeled the uniform off and stood in her bra and panties now as she raged.

"Why does it seem like I'll never get out of here? Why is it acceptable for perverts to hold the power of a paycheck over someone's head?" She stepped into a pair of shorts and Possum nodded his head.

"Sounds like you had a bad day." He finally spoke lighting a joint.

"I did. I had the worst day and I wanted to quit so bad but I only need another grand before I can get out of here and go where with enough gas." Y/n explained throwing a big shirt over her head.

"I can't help with that but I can certainly help take the edge off." He held up the joint and walked it towards her. She slouched feeling the tension leave her shoulders and Possum smiled, reaching up and pulling her hair down so she was now fully relaxed. Y/n shook her hair out and Possum laughed. She liked to see him smile. She took the joint from his hand and took a long drag of it, stepping back and looking him over.

"How high are you right now?" She asked curiously.

"I'm lucid...why?" He asked equally curious about her questioning. She moved towards him carefully and extended her hand with the joint in it but when he reached for it, she pulled it back towards herself slowly causing him to step towards her. She used her free hand to touch his neck and kiss him carefully. Possum moaned against her lips for a few moments before pulling back.

"Would you object to taking the edge off a different way?" Y/n pitched. Possum moved his lips trying to form words but then made a noise like he was trying to calculate something in his head.

"Are you suggesting that we fuck?" Possum asked casually. Y/n nodded her head and Possum mimicked her nod.

"Yeah yeah that could work." He was the one to grab her this time, taking her by surprise as he kissed her once more. Running his hands up the front of her shirt and gripping her breasts roughly. Y/n felt him backing her into the picnic table until her legs hit it.

"W-wait, the joint." She held it up and ashed it out on the table and put it in his pocket before pulling his vest off. Y/n yanked her shirt over her head and Possum picked her up off her feet by surprise.

Possum buried his face into her tits, still tightly snug in her bra. He sat down on the picnic table and brought her to straddle his waist.

"You don't- you don't want to fuck in the RV?" Y/n asked breathlessly.

"No I enjoy being outside, in nature." He unclasped the bra and let her tits fall into his hands, cupping them and bringing them to his mouth to suckle and bite. Y/n moaned, throwing her back to expose her neck. She could feel Possum hard beneath her and she put her hand down to rub him through his jeans.

Possum stopped abruptly.

"I did this backwards." Possum confessed standing back up and putting her on her feet. She wasn't sure what he was talking about until he started to undress himself. He yanked his shirt over his head and Y/n pushed her shorts to the ground before reaching forward and pulling his jeans to his ankles. He pulled her by the waist towards him as he shuffled his feet now trapped by his jeans and boots. He spun her around to grip the table and pressed himself against her ass.

"Fuck...go slow, I haven't...I haven't done this in a while." Y/n was nervous. Possum's length alone would be a new sensation. He ran his tongue down her back leaving little bite marks on her bare ass cheek before reaching between her legs and feeling how wet she was.

"I won't hurt you. I promise." Possum kissed at her neck, letting his cock rub against her skin before using a free hand to bring his cock to her pussy. He eased in slowly feeling her tense slightly and reaching back to touch his thigh. He cooed in her ear making sure to stay at the pace she wanted him to before he had finally made it most of the way inside of her.

"Fuck you're so big. I feel so full." Possum let his hand fall on top of hers as it rested on his thigh.

"That's a good full right? No pain?" Possum asked making her turn her head to see him.

"God no it feels good. Really good. You can move, please." Y/n begged. Possum took her breasts into his hands from behind and tried to keep a tight grip on them as he started shallow thrusts. He groaned and waited for her to push back onto his cock before he really started pistoning his hips upwards.

"Fuck! FUCK! You're so fucking tight." Possum whined trying to catch his breath. Y/n didn't hide her moans. Possum was right. Fucking outdoors was liberating. She could feel everything all at once and she fucking loved it.

"Fuck, fucking fuck." Possum's pace was becoming sloppy and he pulled out suddenly, making Y/n gasp as he pushed his hand in the middle of her back so he could cum all over her ass, shooting nearly halfway up her spine. He shuttered, stroking his cock carefully, pulling every drop of cum out of himself before using his finger to slide his cum off her skin and onto his fingers. Y/n wasn't expecting to finish but when Possum replaced his cock with his two cum-covered fingers.

"Oh fuck Possum, don't stop." He used this as motivation to spin her around and use his thumb on her clit as he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of her pussy. She gripped him by the shoulders and he leaned against her, letting her pull on his hair and bit his collarbone until her legs started to wobbling and she was squirting down his wrist, screaming. He slowed his hand down, not stopping completely until she put her shaking hand on top of his to halt all movement.

"I've never...I've never done that before." Y/n blushed. She had never actually squirted before or really cum without helping herself along. She blushed and Possum smiled.

"I can show you how to do it all the time if you want." Possum offered and Y/n laughed.

"Right now, I just want the feeling back in my legs first." Possum used his shirt to wipe the cum off her and clean himself up. As they put themselves back together, Possum re-lit the joint and sat down next to the fire he had built early. Y/n walked onto the RV and grabbed a blanket to wrap around herself before plopping down next to Possum with a smile. He silently held out the joint again and she took it, shaking her head.

This was the kind of evening unwinding she wished she had every night.

#Possum #Welcome to Willits #One Shot Series #Tangerine Skies #Tangerine Skies Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #4/9

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star-dust-no-name · 5 months

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°☆I come from the stars☆°

Prologue

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Murder drones x child reader (platonic)

Hypothesis: What if child reader came in the landing pod with J,V and N?

Gender neutral reader

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You can't remember much...appart from your life in the manor..you were practically raised by your older sister Tessa and her worker drones as your parents couldn't care less about your well-being.

In fact come to think of it you can't remember much about that day....

The day where that weird acting worker drone took over the manor.

All you could remember was being taken away from Tessa with her worker drones as well...but they looked different taller and equipped with more weapons then your 8 year old brain can comprehend. They weren't responding to your calls of their names.

They were placed in a different looking pod than you were.

Oh well atleast the stars look pretty though...don't they?

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N opened his eyes with one mission...to kill all worker drones in sight...and also given another job as well...to take care of a human child?

Yeah no...he was confused and so were his newfound coworkers J and V.

Because when they landed they also immediately after found another landing pod which had YOU in it sleeping with a blanket and teddy bear...Now they were all standing confused looking at you because not only were they given one mission to kill all worker drones..they apparently had another mission and that was to take care of YOU?! A HUMAN CHILD?!

Congrats...on your new home.

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Authors Note: Hello there...the names Stardust..ha so uhm welcome? This is my first post...I wrote this for fun and decided to post it here so uhm enjoy?

I am very very sorry for any spelling mistakes or if the characters don't act as they are intended to.

I'm not sure when part 1 will be posted let's just wait and see what my brain comes up with so uh haha...

Thank you for reading this trash and also reading my rambles have a good day or night! May the stars guide you!

-Stardust☆

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#serial designation n #serial designation v #serial designation j #murder drones #murder drones x reader #child reader #platonic #n x reader #v x reader #idk how to tag lol #gender neutral reader #wholesome #i think thats all

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oldfashionedbutlervibes · 3 months

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HEYYY LOOK WHO HAS MORE HEADCANONS-

Dating Him

Oml. He’s such a cutie. A very miserable and exasperated cutie, but a cutie nonetheless!

—He tries his very best to not let you see him at work, as he finds it embarrassing but PLEASE don’t let that discourage you, go visit him he’ll hug you very a lot-

—I think he headbutts you if your a slow walker lol

—buys you roses every other month as a thank you for putting up with him-

—keeps a little journal of funny shit you say

—overall loves you a ton-

—he will *gently* force you to cook with him

— definition of a supporting partner

— ALLY <3

Friendship

— Ohhh poor boy is shocked everytime you practically sprinted up to his booth and banged on the glass

— will make you learn Blackjack just to play with him (he will threaten to sell his soul if he loses so please let him win)

— memorized your coffee/tea order

— does have a tendency to forget his keys everywhere, like, E V E R Y W H E RE

— very good at recommending self help books

— probably has a specific folder of how to deal with you when your upset

— has the most, savage, fucking abominable alcohol tolerance when you two drink together

— isn’t the biiigest physical touch person, but would probably make an exception for you (please squeeze his hand sometimes he’ll do the phone equivalent of tearing up-)

— calls you some sweet shit like madamé or monsieur (yes I hc that he knows some very, very broken French-)

General

— has a personalized playlist of only Lady Gaga

—Calls Randal by his full name when he starts digging through the fair’s trash and scares the balls off of him- (“Randal V. Jade…and you knew my boss took away my health care..” “NO WAIT PLEASE- J-JERRY THINK OF MY POSSUM-“

— At this point he spikes his own coffee

— whenever he falls asleep on the job his boss either calls you or Oliver to make as much racket as possible to wake him up

— probably has you saved under “Fuckshit 3.0” (Randy and Oliver are the other fuckshit’s btw)

— HE. HAS. A. LIL. CAMERA. SERVICE. DOG-

— has the most undeniably filthy mind you’ve ever seen oml. FILTH.

All in all, a 8/10 partner and a 9/10 friend <3 :D (sorry if this seems rushed or sum I wrote this at 4:00 am-)

#Jerry #jerry gould #jerry dialtown #randal jade #oliver swift #dialtown #dialtown randy #dialtown oliver #headcanon #hcs #hc #x reader

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This Week in BL

June 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - I really adore the family/household dynamics in this show. All the relationships between siblings are so well executed. All the tension and sub text and covert glances in the first “modeling” sequence was so good. I really want to watch the BL within this BL. Bruce is THE BEST. Jeng shutting down everyone with a cool few words is genius (especially given the curt sharp flat way he speaks Thai). Why does nobody have parasols or sun hats or sunshades or sunglasses or anything? I’m actually not mad about seeing an attempted reunion with the ex, bc we are getting to see both that (and how) they once were good together, and also the cracks that drove them apart (and will not allow them to ultimately be together a 2nd time around). I do feel sorry for Jeng, he moved too slowly and lost the 1st round. The captions were not good in the trunk seen, but trust me it was totally hilarious.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - I finally figured out why I am so tense around this show. In openly taking to task and challenging the soulmates trope, this narrative is telling viewers not to trust it’s core trope - which means we cannot trust the main couple to end happily, nor can we trust those characters who believe most strongly in fated mates (Pat & Mai). This means I, personally, not only can’t rely on an HEA but (as someone who also does not believe in soulmates) I am not entirely sure I even WANT an HEA. This has NEVER happened to me before. It makes me uncomfortable because that’s a core part of my identify with these shows. I mean, good job La Pluie, but also.... huh. Back to this ep: Uh oh. The crush is obvious and the soulmate knows what’s up now. The sex scene twist was v interesting, v gay, and v unusual in a BL. Unfortunately it’s still a BL so the faen fatal just HAD to appear. Will there ever be one out of Thailand where this trope doesn’t show up? Next week is the tried & true uke damsels off into the woods alone. Sigh.

Our Skyy 2 (Bad Buddy & 1k*) eps 12-16fin - Jimmy, baby, why so hot in an engineering smock? Please have mercy. Aw, Marc is back in yet ANOTHER BL. Definitely the current record holder for most BLs at any one time. (His filming schedule must’ve been insane at the beginning of this year!) PatPran are still great, and their eps this had me hooting with laughter (startling the cat). I forgot how much I enjoyed this show and cast. (Ohm looks great with longer hair, but also he’s lost a lot of weight. I hope he’s OK.) OhmNanon give pitch perfect LTR energy. Throwing EarthMix into the, erm, mix is fun if awkward. NO SINGING. 2 damsels in the forest! Also PatPran = geniuses at mock fighting. So much flirting. It was all quite adorbs. But me-thinks Chief & Tian have been eating moonlight chicken. Full review below.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 3 of 10? - was enjoying it up until the last bit, why so digusted by smooches? Bad GMMTV no green tea for you. Trash watch here! Rollercoaster about to go DOWWNNNN.

Luminous Solution (Sat Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - I still only like the high school characters + Dome (WHY so gorgeous?). Is he a magical spirit too? Also, the subs were well off kilter.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 10 fin - God they’re so cute. This show used the manga as a storyboard, so I knew the “crisis of faith over possibility of loss” would happen. Still in live action this felt tonally off. While understandable given Yutaka’s character, and ultimately particularly important for the dad and a relationship with the family, I don’t know we needed it in this BL. The book does have a better ending second scene, but it wouldn’t be possible to do it on screen easily. Ultimately, this show had a simple, touching, quiet end to it. That’s very like the show as a whole. I did love it - it’s been top of my list all along. Full review after the special airs.

Love Tractor (Korea Weds iQIYI) eps 1-2 of 8 - I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT IS EVERYTHING. SHUT UP I AM FERRIL FOR THE BEAUTIFUL CITY BOY AND THE YOUNG FARMER. Come on. Korea. SRS? Plus some language play? I just go die now.

Star Struck (Korea iQIYI & Gaga) ep 7-8 fin - Man this was a difficult show for me. I know we’re supposed to identify with HanJoon but I really felt for YooJae. I’ve been in his position more often than I care to count, and it’s terrible to lose a friend because they caught feelings and you did not. It’s an awful thing to hold a friendship hostage on condition of a romantic relationship. Especially if the other person is not sexually interested in you! All that said, the boyfriend ep was okay. Not sure I believed in this relationship, but it was cute enough. The final ep was (how do I put this?) a loser. We spent a lot of time with terrible home lives and then a semi happy for now final scene? Whatever. Full review below.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 6 of 12 - somehow I keep missing this one, I’ll catch it next week.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - I think the Taiwanese boss is my favorite character. Japan rarely (if ever ) trots out the faen fatal trope. I mean I named it with a Thai word for a reason, it’s not from origin yaoi at all. Yet still there she is. Sigh. This show.

Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 1 of 6 - RL Studio (Stupid Boys Stupid Love) bringing us yet another high school set VBL. It’s actually not bad. I see a lot of common faces whom I’ve enjoyed in past VBLs.

It’s Airing But ...

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly in English and set in LA so I’m not bothering but the first one did drop.

Ever After (Pinoy ????) - I got nothing.

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*)

Boys Love Omegaverse (Japan ????) - honestly tho? Who tf cares? You’ll still tell me if you find it, because inquiring minds... Irony of this airing at the same time as Takumi-kun. Full circle much, Japan?

Tin Tem Jai Special (Thai ????) - honestly I checked Gaga & iQiyi in my territory (craptastic hotel) and neither had it listed so I quickly gave up. I mean OF COURSE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE Lee Long Shi in a bathtub, who wouldn’t? But...

Just because I didn’t watch the special doesn’t mean I can’t gank Lee Long Shi wearing nothing but soap bubbles for you.

I’m not a monster.

Ended This Week

Our Skyy 2 final 4 eps thoughts: This was an interesting combination, and don’t get me wrong I very much enjoyed it, but it felt like the story was carried by PatPran’s characters while the setting and narrative followed an ATOTS arc - ultimately disjointed. OhmNanon are so bold and vibrant they’re too stark a tonal contrast to EarthMix’s more refined and elegant approach, so for me the screen presences and the style of story clashed. It was like a bouquet made up of tulips & roses: they are both flowers and they’re both pretty, but I feel like they actually belong in different vases. Still, enjoyable. And I got a crying kiss. Always makes me happy. Definitely the best of this bunch, and probably the best Our Skyy (and I genuinely loved both the NLMG historical installment and SOTUS.) 8/10

Star Struck. A friends to lovers story that felt more friends to tolerant yet disinterested partner. It was more about challenges with parents and class strife. I would’ve been disappointed if the show hadn’t come out of nowhere so I had no expectations. But as KBLs go, don’t bother. 6/10

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting:

6/15 Tokyo in April AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Gaga) 8 eps - Based on a yaoi, this is a reunion romance that takes place in an office. Japan does Our Dating Sim? Yes please.

Still Coming - June 2023

6/22 About Us but Not About Us (Pinoy movie from 2022 on Prime) - A professor grieving the loss of his partner meets an ambitious literature student.

6/24 Why You (Khmer BL ????) - Billed as a horror romance, not sure if this is a movie or a series where it will air... nothing except that it exists.

6/24 Tie The Knot AKA Under the Same Sky (Pinoy movie on Prime) Trailer - I guess Prime is coming for our Pinoy BL? From OXIN Films (Rainbow Prince), announced for 2022 based on a true story, Briggs's family runs a bridal business but he has never had a chance to fall in love until he meets Shao, a groom to be.

6/25 Dinosaur Love (Thai iQIYI) Trailer 5 eps - from Ultimate Troop about a uni student, Rak, whose partner cheats on him with Rak's best friend. This gives bad boy hazer Dino an opportunity to hit on Rak at last. From The Yearbook people so I will not watch this as it airs. After Remember Me? Never again with them.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

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