#those jeans are crying for mercy

[goaliekisses]

he’s got those megan knees…

#firstly 🥺 #but secondly #those jeans are crying for mercy #how did they not just pop straight open at the seams when he lowered himself into that squat #thirdly nice of him to hide the stache so it wouldn’t scare the poor children #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Movie Night Gone Right

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Time Written-8:55 p.m.

Jason Todd/Fem!reader smut

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“God, how on Earth did you hide being such a goddamn slut from me?” His seemingly angry tone of voice echoed throughout the limited space, calloused hands grasping onto your waist with a relentless, steel-like grip.

Date night would’ve been better if you both hadn’t decided on a god awful movie to watch at the theatre.

He told you to cut it out, at first, when your bored hand settled precariously along his thigh instead of reaching for popcorn. Even he wasnt dumb enough to do something that could easily be recorded on this shitty theatre’s night vision security cameras.

But no, you just kept on fucking pushing, kept teasing your fingers dangerously close to the buttons of his jeans, kept lightly teasing him when his self control withered at your syrupy sweet, annoying persistence.

“Get in,” he demands after yanking you out of the theatre early, somewhat grateful under all of his irritation that he had an excuse to leave the pain in the ass movie

“That’s fucking ridiculous, babe. You just can’t listen, can ya?” He chastised, forcing you in the passenger seat of his car.

Your back laid flat against the backseat after a short, risky drive, sweaty skin sticking to leather with your black skirt pulled over your thighs, his fat cock stuffed deep in your crying hole, bullying your insides with little remorse.

“Yeah? This what you wanted, huh babe? Being bred like a damn slut in the backseat?”

His nails dug crescent shaped moons into your hips, joining the handprints along your ass as temporary tattoos for the evening. He had half a mind to stop at three quick, chaste orgasms, but you didn’t exactly deserve mercy right now, did you?

Your belt bound hands could only settle against his broad chest, your nails scratching down his fully clothed body all you liked, leaving lipgloss smeared kisses against his chin as a pitiful attempt at an apology, anything to make him go just a teeny bit easier.

Nothing would stop him from abusing your cervix all he pleased, looming over you like a beast inside this rocking, semi-hidden car.

“No, no you’re not puttin’ your fucking panties back on after this, not after I give this pussy what it needs,” he grunts into your ear before biting your lobe, certain words punctuated by every angry, heavy slap of his balls against your plush, sore ass.

“I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl. You’re gonna sit in your own damn mess on the way home, and you’re gonna- Fuuuck, you’re gonna shove those little fingers up your pussy, an clean up the mess you made. Then I might forgive ya, understand Princess?”

You may or may not have pretended to listen the first time, your mind too lost in the mind numbing ecstasy of his cock prodding all the right spots, eager to be full of his thick cum.

“D’you understand me??” He gutturally questions again, yanking a fistful of hair to force your gaze on his flushed face, smirking devilishly at your open mouthed whimper.

“Y-Yes Sir!”

He chuckles handsomely against your cheek, expecting a full show once he was done filling up your cunt.

Maybe he’ll thank you for giving you both the perfect excuse to leave a dreadfully uneventful movie, but he couldn’t help being a sadist sometimes. Especially with his eager to please woman.

“Good girl.”

#jason todd x reader smut #jason todd #dc jason todd #Jason Todd x reader #Jason wanted to see Barbie not Oppenheimer #look what you did #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x female!reader #again I see Gotham Knights Jason Todd #but it probably shouldn’t #oh well #Arkham Knight #jason todd gotham knights

[graceshouldwrite]

The Most Powerful Hack to Make Your Readers Cry

You’ve seen it all: show, don’t tell, plant a visceral image in the reader’s brain of the environment/character, write a complex character arc with lots of growth and setbacks, establish deep relationships, high stakes, etc. 

All the advice for making readers cry I’ve seen so far is basically that list. But, while those things are absolutely important, I find that the thing that always does the trick, whether as a tipping point or in and of itself, is this: 

THE CALLBACK! 

Before we move on, this is an ANALYSIS heavy post, so all the book + show examples contain spoilers!!

So, what do I mean by a “callback?” Think of Chekhov’s gun, but, here, you use the gun to pierce your reader’s heart. As a refresher for anyone who needs it, Chekhov’s gun is just a rule in writing that anything you introduce in the book should play some role in the plot.

Specifically, the name comes from the example that if a reader introduces a gun in the first act, it MUST go off later, (maybe, say, in the third act). For example, in the TV show Breaking Bad, the protagonist Walter White prepares a vial of poison (ricin) that he wanted to use to eliminate an opponent early on in the series. After the assassination attempt falls through, the ricin makes an appearance again in the very last episode of the show, when Walt finally uses it to kill another opponent. 

Got that? Alright, onto the examples of successful, tearjerking callbacks: 

1. The Last Olympian (Rick Riordan); “Family, Luke, you promised.” 

Context: The character Annabeth says this line. Years ago, Annabeth had run away from home, and Luke had effectively adopted her into a found family with another kid named Thalia. Common reason for leaving home = parental trauma! Yay! He promised Annabeth that they would be each other’s “family” from now on. 

Now: Kronos, the antagonist titan, has possessed the demigod Luke and uses his body to strike Annabeth, injuring her. She’s also holding a dagger that Luke had given her when she joined his “family.”

Significance: her words + the dagger are a mental + physical reminder to Luke of his promise. They force him to recognize the sheer degree of his current betrayal by bringing him back to a different time. The fact that their found family only happened because of parental trauma bringing them together makes it worse—Luke felt abandoned by his Olympian father, Hermes. Now, he realizes that he basically did the equivalent to Annabeth by joining the titans. 

2. Les Miserables (Victor Hugo); Jean Valjean’s death 

Context:  At the beginning of the book, the bishop had caught Valjean trying to steal candlesticks to sell. Instead of handing him over to the police, the bishop told the police that he had given them to Valjean, saving him from arrest and showing him mercy. This changed his life forever, kickstarting his character redemption arc. 

Now: Jean Valjean dies surrounded by his loved ones, remembered as a benevolent man who bettered thousands of lives. He’s surrounded by light from candlesticks that once belonged to a bishop.

Context: Valjean had once taken in an impoverished woman named Fantine, showing her mercy and promising to take care of her daughter, Cosette, after Fantine died. Valjean then rescued Cosette from abusive quasi-foster parents (it’s a long story), raising her as his own daughter. This furthered his arc by allowing him to finally understand how unconditionally loving someone feels. 

Now: Valjean describes Fantine to Cosette, who never knew her mother. 

Significance: Both examples throw readers back to much earlier points in the story before the completion of Valjean’s character arc. In a way, this final scene feels like an external manifestation of his kindness paying off; both he and the reader feels a sense of accomplishment, relief, and just a general “OMG WE MADE IT.” Readers don’t feel cheated, because they were with Valjean every step of his 1,400 page arc. The weight of it all just crashes down on you...

3. Your Lie in April (anime); Kaori’s letter after she dies

Context: Kaori’s entire plot significance is that she helps Kousei, a piano prodigy who can’t play piano anymore due to traumatic parental memories associated with it, play again—but also, just to help him enjoy life again after a turbulent upbringing. She meets him a year before she dies of a medical condition, and her free spirit + confidence influences him to find beauty in life and music again. They basically do a crap ton of crazy funny stuff together lol

Now: Kaori has died, and she leaves a letter to him. Among other general confessions and thoughts, she references things they did and memories they shared: she says, “sorry we couldn’t eat all those canelés,” reminisces about  jumping with him off a small bridge into the stream below, “racing each other alongside the train,” singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as they rode the bike together, etc.

Significance: Yes, the nature of the letter is just sad because she’s revealing that she loved him all along, apologizing for not being able to spend more time with him, lying that she didn’t like him (to spare his feelings b/c she knew she would die soon), etc. BUT, these small details highlight exactly how many experiences they shared, and the depth of their relationship. Thus, they emphasize the significance of her death and the emptiness it leaves behind. 

4. Arcane (show); “I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to, even though I’m different.” 

Context: Character Jinx says this in the last episode to her now estranged older sister, Vi. Without going into the crazy complex plot, basically, orphans Vi and Jinx used to care for each other before a bunch of crap went down that got them separated. They then grew up on opposite political sides; Jinx grows up on the side of the underbelly city rebellion, and Vi grows up working on the side of the richer city that essentially oppresses the undercity. Thus begins the development of their opposing viewpoints and work environments, to the point where they always meet on opposite sides of a political battle, never able to come together as a family or understand each other again. 

Now: After a super dramatic confrontation, Jinx reveals that although she wants Vi to love her like she did before their separation, she knows it’s not possible because “[Vi] changed too.” She finishes with, “so, here’s to the new us” before blowing up a political council meeting a few blocks down filled with people Vi sides with. Oops! This cleanly seals the fate of their relationship as something basically irreparable.  

Significance: This callback isn’t through literal flashbacks or items like in the previous examples. Jinx’ lines are enough to bring back images of their childhood to the audience’s mind. Now, the audience subconsciously places this image of: 1) two sisters so different, hurt, and torn apart, right next to 2) the image of two sisters as innocent children who loved each other and would care for each other no matter what. 

Why do callbacks work so well? 

If you’ve noticed something in common with all of them, you’re right: they remind audience of a time BEFORE the characters have come so far on their arcs, developed, and put on so much more emotional baggage. 

Callbacks force the audience to SUDDENLY and IMMEDIATELY feel the weight of everything that’s happened. The character’s anguish and overwhelming emotions become the audience’s in this moment. Callbacks are a vehicle for the juxtaposition of worlds, before and after significant development. 

This works because we, as mortals, fear IMPERMANENCE the most. We fear LOSS. For us, time gone is time we will never get back; callbacks make us face that exact fact through a fictional character. A lost moment, time period, or even part of oneself may hurt as much as losing a loved one, and nothing makes humans grieve more than the realization of a loss. A callback slaps the audience in the face with the fact that something was lost; loss hurts so much because almost 99% of the time, what’s gone is gone forever. 

Of course, a good callback requires good previous character development, stakes, imagery, and all that jazz, but I thought I’d highlight this specifically because of how under covered it is. 

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I’ve been binging general media lately: I finished Death Note, Your Lie in April, and Tokyo Ghoul all within like a month (FIRST ANIMES I”VE EVER WATCHED!!), reread lots of Les Miserables, analyzed a bunch of past shows like Breaking Bad, watched a bunch of My Little Pony, worked to fix up my old writing... and that’s not even all! The amount of times I’ve CRIED while enjoying the above media and so much more honestly just inspired this post. 

Like, no joke, my eyes were almost always swollen during this period whenever I hung out with my friends and it was so embarrassing help 

Personally, I just find that this method works super well for me, and I watched a bunch of reaction videos to these above scenes (and read book reviews on the book scenes I mentioned), and it seemed that just about everyone cried during these parts. That’s when I realizes that the callback might also just be a universal thing. 

Anyway, this post is long and dense enough as is. SORRY! As always, hope this was helpful, and let me know if you have any questions by commenting, re-blogging, or DMing me on IG. Any and all engagement is appreciated <3333

Happy writing, and have a great day,

- grace <3

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[rosinantecigarettes]

God bless for the chubby reader <3 we need more representation

Do you mind doing a x chubby reader where y/n likes to make eye contact and smile happily and lovingly often at buggy, law, bartolomeo, and coby?

Basically a no thoughts, head empty reader who is really loving?

💕💕💕Love your blog 💕💕💕

★ ★ NO TOUGHTS, JUST LOVE ★ ★

when the reader likes to make eye contact and smile. (ft. buggy, law, bartolomeo and koby)

content warning: chubby!reader. gn reader. fluff. miserably proofread.

a.n: you're my first request! and you're so sweet dear, ty. I'm not used to writing or reading barto (which is a shame, I like him very much) but i tried. i really hope it attends to your request! xo

𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘

wbajshwhajsh this man will yell at you "S-STOP DOING THAT!!" dont stop.

in general he's a flustered and blushing mess anytime you do that.

he be yelling at his crew and you're just there. staring at him, and when he turn to you and look into your eyes you just smile.

or or!! he's doing his makeup for the day and you stop what you doing to admire him, he will "demand" you to stop, but the blush on his face tells everything.

he's super shy (new jeans rizz)

𝐋𝐀𝐖

surprisingly doesn't get flustered. at least not visibly.

like yeah you're very super cute with those chubby cheeks and your toothy smile and all but he's not flustered. he just smirks back at you.

he thinks that you're really adorable tho he wont admit it. maybe someday...

turns out as a competition with himself to make YOU flustered.

which, of course, he achieves without much effort.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎

this man... if you want to kill him congratulations, you did it.

he's a simp for you even more than he is for luffy (if possible) so when you do that, he's a crying and happy man.

will kneel in front of you when you smile at him, almost yelling how sweet and loving you are and how he dont deserve a lovely soul like yours.

just hug this man and kiss him and shower him in your love. he may definitely cry more.

𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐘

(HE'S SO CUTE!!) everytime you do that his face turn as pink as his hair, and as he tries to say something you just kiss his cheek. (I love the idea of teasing shy men. help me)

he's always so embarrassed by that, have mercy.

he loves seeing your smile but he cant keep eye contact with you.

will tell you that you look cute when smile while he's blushing and looking away. (whsjsbhs I love him sm)

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law fluff #buggy x reader #buggy fluff #koby x reader #koby fluff #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo fluff

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 ꒱ 심재윤

summary : soft sex with your boyfriend, jake

genre : mdni !! romance, smut, all porn no plot, established relationship, jake x afab!reader tws : smut, language, unprotected sex, pet names, kinda-dom!reader kinda-dom!jake, lots of teasing & kissing author notes : being jake biased is a full time job tbh word count : 1.3k

you took a shaky breath against the air, momentarily detaching your lips from against your boyfriend's neck. you audibly huffed a laugh, seeing the glistening purple mark that had quickly formed. his hands were gripped against the hem of your — his — sweatshirt as you looked sideways at him. he was trying to hold back, but you were determined to break him, to have him at your mercy. his eyes caught with yours, half-lidded and love-filled before he locked his lips back to you.

you fought for dominance, ultimately overpowering him when you brought your leg to rest against his lap. and he couldn't help the way his hips jolted up for a little taste of friction that sent a groan rippling into your ears.

you smiled slightly, his hand finding your exposed thigh, squeezing it and rubbing circles — his other still buried in the gray fabric and pulling you as close as he could. you made your way with open mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, sucking and licking over the skin. then, you pulled away after a couple of harsh seconds and blew cool air, only to repeat the process in another spot. he whimpered softly, his grip growing tighter against your skin as you felt shivers run over his body, goosebumps rising and grazing against your swollen lips.

"jake," you cooed, almost swearing that he couldn't actually interpret what you we're saying based off his current state. he was completely wrapped around your finger, but he'd still try and play it off; because at the end of the day, that's who he was. "does it feel good? do you want me to stop?"

your words were contradicting, but truthfully he hadn't heard a thing, eyes locked on the way you moved your leg painstakingly slow against him. you gently used your hand to focus his gaze back to you, his lips immediately attaching to yours desperately. he was more than down bad — your teasing only sending him further into a frenzy. all he could think about was you finally wrapped around him, the uncomfortable constraint of his jeans, and how good any kind of relief would feel.

you took his face within your forefinger and thumb, gently digging into his cheeks. you took notice in the way his eyes practically rolled to the back of his skull as you turned his head to you. “jakey, you gotta answer me or i’m gonna stop.”

his eyes shot open, hand taking your leg tighter and pulling you over his lap to straddle him. you let out a small whimper at the sheer force of his fingers digging into your hips as he started pushing and pulling.

you weren’t wearing anything but his sweatshirt and some panties, practically feeling every groove and graze of the denim as he dragged you against his clothed hard-on.

you could tell what he was doing: reversing the roles, trying to break you. he liked when you were at a his mercy, often imagining it during his lonely nights in hotels on tour. and honestly, you knew it felt too good not to let him.

he watched where your bodies connected with hooded eyes, listening to the little groans you let out when he’d push you down a certain way. jake knew your body better than you did; the way it jolted and constricted with crashing pleasure. he knew how to get you oh-so-close and then rip it away just to see you cry. and after a couple of those, you couldn't take it anymore, too overwhelmed and sweaty to care about dignity.

you'd let him have whatever he wanted.

"y/n, baby," he breathed out, "please."

he pushed himself up a little, just far enough to get his jeans down to his mid thighs. he moaned in relief when you helped him, taking his cock in between your clenched fist and stroking a couple times. he leaned forward and kissed your jaw, whimpering and letting out high pitched moans with every twist of your hand. you knew you could get him just as close as he had you minutes ago. you also knew it would be torcher for him, but you liked the way he looked completely fucked out for you. and, to be honest, you wanted to hear him beg for you to let him cum, for you to not stop because he was right on the edge.

his head fell into the crook of your neck, and he panted against your skin. his eyes were screwed shut from the pleasure, him fisting the fabric still around your body, palm opening and closing like he had no motor control anymore. his whines were getting quicker and high pitched, and that’s the moment your hand came off him. he let out a string of curses at your ministrations, pulling your legs closer to his abdomen so that you were directly on top of him.

“baby,” he was looking straight into your eyes, his pupils slightly cloudy from the work up of tears, but he just looked so damn cute to you. “baby, please. please i need you, please.”

you lived by the words jake spewed out for you, sexually and not, no doubt that he needed you and loved you more than anything. you gave in, moving the drenched fabric blocking your core and easily sliding him into you.

you both moaned at the feeling, him filling you up the way you didn't know you needed before meeting him. it's like he was perfectly designed for you, and the opposite would reign true by the way he looked so out of it with the way you constricted around him.

"no one gets me like this — fuck, please move, y/n — only you."

you whimpered, beginning to slowly grind down onto him, which made him throw his head back. it was the perfect time for you to redesign your already purple marks, dipping your head and sucking on his skin. you felt vibrations rip through him every time you moved, gripping your hips so hard you were convinced that there was already a matching shade of purple.

“f-feels so good.”

the heat of the moment was enough to have him close, and the feeling of being inside you was absolutely no help. he bit his lip, trying so hard to keep from falling off the edge too early; he was giver before a receiver.

you kept whining, your voice only growing louder when he lifted you just enough to thrust up into you. your legs were growing numb — he just felt so good — your mind matching the state of bliss. he was so perfect, knowing just what you liked and wanted. your head was lolling around, your hair sticking to your skin in weird places. breathy moans and skin slapping filling the empty space inside your apartment.

you mustered up enough brainpower to mumble, “jake, d-don’t stop.”

“fuck, baby, please cum for me.”

your stomach was tightening, and all at once the feeling bubbling inside you was too much. the knot snapped, and white-hot pleasure was washing over you wave after wave. jake didn’t stop moving for a second (even after you had) letting you ride it out. but from the way you clamped down, barely enough space for his dick, had him harshly pulling you down onto his lap, flush skin to skin. he came, borderline harder than you did, switching between kissing your neck and throwing his head back.

and with heavy breaths, he wrapped your arms around his neck, holding you as close as he could. both your hearts were working overtime, your body shivering with every twitch of him inside you. you honestly were having a hard time coming down, and jake could tell. he kissed the side of your sweaty face, moving the stray strands. he listened to your small pants and occasional whimpers for a bit, rubbing the hot skin over your thighs.

“i love you, y/n. my perfect girl.”

you smiled, kissing his shoulder and resting your head against it. you were convinced he was some kind of angel.

your kind of angel.

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[creedslove]

thinking about boston joel coming home all bloodied. on his face, and his fists, from beating up some guys at the QZ because he overheard them talking about his missus, how she’s all weak and vulnerable as soon as joel leaves her side for work/trade business, and as if that’s not asking for it enough, another stupid guy from the bunch added how joel’s just an old geezer and “probably can’t get it up” and had “expired swimmers”, and how his missus’ “young fertile womb” was such a waste for a man like joel, how her “childbearing hips” were wasted, joel really really saw red and left those men bloodied, screaming crying begging for mercy, joel made a show of it, making sure the passerby men knew not to even think about joel’s pretty girl.

oh you’re batshit worried of course, soft hands making their way to his face frantically, the only thing in your pretty little mind being the need to take care of your man, your panicked voice serenading joel’s ears, muttering “what happened out there ?” and “there’s so much blood joel”, your weak hands trying to tug him in and onto the couch, so you can take care of him. he thinks you look so beautiful right now, your cries fall deaf to his ears as he’s only thinking about how much of his good girl you are, how you’d look in a better house somewhere one day, wearing an apron over your little dress that’s stretched over your swollen tummy, carrying his baby that will be born next spring.

he follows you inside your shared ratty room, kicking the door closed with his foot, and lets you sit him on the couch. but as soon as you’re back with a tin box of first aid kit, about to clean his wounds, he harshly yanks your hand, making you fall onto his lap, your chest touching his. he grips your waist tightly, pressing over the soft and plush layer of fat there, stretching his thumbs further so it rests on your womb, and he grips you bruisingly tight. you wince and tell him it hurts, but he says nothing to it, instead his eyes darken.

“beat a few punks out there, were talking shit about you.” he says.

you make a comment how those jerks are not worth his time, but his fingers grip you tighter, the wide gap of strength between him and you so big, just a grip like that is enough to jerk your body even closer to him. he roughly grinds his jean cladded crotch to your mound, the rough material of his jeans feeling so rough against the thin pair of panties you wear under your dress.

“they said you’re wasted on me, sweet pea. your young fertile womb, and your perfect childbearing hips, how this old man got expired swimmers, too old to knock ya up.” he says, looking down at you, the grip on you not loosening even a bit, “d’ya agree sweet pea ? ya think this old man won’t be able to take care of ya ? give ya a couple’a chunky babies ? get you all nice and fat ?”

his words make you blush and stammer as you try to clean the blood off his face, your face red like tomatoes and joel takes it as a challenge. his rough hands glide up, left hand finding comfort over your back, and his right gropes your left tit harshly, letting a yelp out of you.

your lack of coherent respond leaves joel irritated, he so suddenly moves the two of you so you’re now laying on the couch, pinned under his weight. his hand grips your face, your cheeks falling out of his hold.

“when i ask my girl a question, i expect her to answer. that’s the least she can do after i labor all day so she can sit pretty at home,” joel growls, “but since ya wanna be all shy and quiet sweet pea, i’m taking it as a challenge yeah ?”

heat pools at your stomach with joel’s sudden demeanor, you rub your thighs together under him, trying to ease the ache between your legs.

joel takes a good look at your flushed face, before whispering to your ear. “flush those pills down the toilet, and i’m not asking, sweet pea. ya understand ? in three months i’ll have ya swollen with my son. you’d like that don’t you ? i see the way you look at those little kids at school, you want a little boy don’t you ? one that looks like me,”

your eyes widen at his words, gushing through your already soaked panties.

“so the whole QZ can tell, i’m the one who knocked ya up. we’ll go to Jackson and live where tommy is, and you’ll get a pretty house, and we’ll raise our son there, and i’ll knock ya up again and we’ll have two babies in barely two years, and then another one next year, and and another one the following year, as many as you can give me.”

— jerk loving anon

p.s i saw you were asking for thirsts and WHEW MY HORMONES ARE RAGINGGGG RRRRRAHHHHH. ovulation week really turn some girls to the other side i swear 😭😭😭

p.s.s this breeding kink is hitting me HARD.

p.s.s.s mari bb a tmi i send you asks almost everyday but sometimes i’m too shy to even use my anon name 😭😭😭😭👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻 sorry boo ily

My beautiful lovely jerk loving anon, you just made my wet dreams by writing this, it's like you wrote a whole sexy one shot so I am tagging this with the pedro and joel tag so other people can read this wonderful text, my love!!! You are the best! I need to be his filthy little wife and be treated like a cheap whore in bed by him and be treated like a princess during the day, I need it

And baby, you can text me whenever you want my love, you can sign it or not, it's up to you mi hermosa, I love your messages regardless and your presence always makes me happy, angel 💗💋 love you boo 🥺❤️

#ask #answered #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Fury Road - An Angel Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I dreamed of having car sex with Angel last night, so now you get to enjoy it as well, besties!

Words - 837

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“This makes me feel like I’m in high school still, hiding from parents or some shit,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours as his hands tug at your clothes.  

“Yeah,” you gasp, your mouth laying hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck, yanking his shirt undone and sending the buttons you’re too shaky with arousal to finish undoing flying. “It’s been a while since my ass has seen the backseat of a car.” 

Sometimes, you just can’t wait until home. When Angel has been in charge of the transport, you've pulled over at the side of the highway and had him fuck you against his bike, but tonight, it’s your car that features as the location for two people who never have and never will be able to get enough of one another.  

He’s rough with you in his haste to have you naked beneath him, all fiery longing and impulses driven by need, by the blinding desire to slip into the heaven of your cunt and fuck you senseless, your underwear snapping in his grasp, his fingers stroking over your clit before plunging to take root inside of you, the metal of his thick rings cool at your hot, soaking entrance.  

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fingertips exploring you, circling, nudging until you buck against him, eliciting a whine he kisses away as his mouth meets yours. “Damn, I ain’t even started and you’re this wet?” 

“What can I say?” you purr. “You know I’m a cock hungry whore for you.” Those words mist his senses, his fingers beginning to glide back and forth as he rakes at your tender walls, having you gasping and crying out, unfastening his jeans, needing something much more considerable in size than his fingers. “Need you. Right now.” 

He pushes his jeans and boxers down his hips a little, his cock like a steel post as he grasps it, pushing into you, his teeth sharp at your neck as the velvet hug of your pussy contracts around him. It’s fever-hot and urgent, your bodies undulating together, your thighs tightening on him as your legs draw up and clench around his waist, nails grazing his back as you pant against one another.

What he gives you is all-out sexual brutality, the car beginning to rock, your body sliding back only for the clutch of his powerful hands to keep hauling you back, anchoring you to him, forcing you to take the brunt of his fuck entirely. And that brunt, nothing could feel better. Nothing ever feels better than Angel, fucking you with all the power of a turbo charged jackhammer. Nothing.

His body is an absolute masterpiece to your lust blown eyes, all thick, smooth and tattooed, covered in a sheen of sweat as he rails you mercilessly into the back seat, rising up as much as he’s able and reaching to the soaking mess of your folds, his thumb beginning to stroke at your hardened clit, pleasure shimmering over your spine, the swell skittering over your veins and down to your bones as you wail helplessly, at the mercy of him, not that he shows you even a fraction of that. 

“Look at you, fuck. You’re so fuckin’ hot, split around my dick.” He growls, grasping your legs and hauling them up to rest against your shoulders, bearing his entire weight down into you through his pelvis, making you scream when his cock hits you deep, deep, deep. His groans fill the air between you, his teeth sharp at your neck, marking you with the brandings of a man near out of his sanity with carnal fury. He then slows, each plunge into your soaking centre given in all-in, all-out thrusts, teasing your aching core, chuckling at your frustrated mewl as he pants hard. 

“Angel, please! Fucking give it to me!” you demand, nails raking his arms. 

“But I am, dulce. Just not the way you want it.” He winks, laughing further at your frustration, the circles at your clit rubbed so slowly, lightly and tightly that you almost forget to breathe, his cock popping out again, pausing, arrowing back to your summit as he groans when you flutter strongly around him. He leans forward, kissing your throat before gently clutching your jaw, turning your head to look at him. “Alright, mi amor. I’ll give it to you.” 

And he does. And its utter heaven, the way he arrows into you without even a hint of control, long, hard, barbarous thrusts delighting your entire body, your screams filling the car as lava begins to bubble and pool at the base of your spine, your release set to erupt, his thumb circling at your bud faster.   

His teeth crush at your neck, whispering a string of cusses as his undoing possesses him, like a demon vying for release, your entire body tensing as with fury, longing and fire, you come undone spectacularly beneath him, seeing stars, breathless and sweaty, and oh so very satisfied. You’re unsure you’ll be able to drive without crashing, though. 

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x female reader #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[chryseiswriting-blog]

Did yall notice this opening line? Cause I didn’t. Didn’t think twice of it until after. Now I am on my reread and I am screaming, crying, throwing up.

Jean Moreau spends this entire book coming back to himself in pieces, inch by painstaking inch, finding the parts of himself that never had the chance to see the sunlight because they were buried in darkness. He is discovering who he is without the ravens, without Edgar Allen, without the king. He is picking up a thousand shattered pieces and dragging them together to try and make a whole (a little and a LOT like a shattered glass dropped in a sink, which is conveniently made easier when a golden haired twink wielding a paper towel and basic life skills comes to the rescue), desperately trying to make a life worth living when he has every reason to give up, because he has done this before! A thousand mornings before and a thousand mornings more. He will come back to himself, bit by bit, and make something with all those pieces, and to show that by opening with THIS LINE???

Nora, you are killing me man. Have mercy on my heart. It’s broken and bleeding all over my carpet and I can’t afford the dry cleaning :-(

#books #aftg fandom #aftg trilogy #aftg brainrot #thank you jean moreau for being the easy to draw version of kevin day #jeanandjeremy #iamjeanmonreau #tsc #tsc spoilers #aftg tsc #the sunshine court #palmetto state foxes #edgar allen ravens #all for the game #all for the gay #opening lines #this boy is broken as fuck man #French and depressed #books that broke me #neil josten #nora sakavic

[gabessquishytum]

Friends, inspiration struck once again, I was reading a doujin the other day and it reminded me of dreamling so much, I had to write this.

HIghschool au. Morpheus is the weird artsy loner emo skinny kid of the school who gets bullied a lot for being so dark and brooding all the time, and Hob is the known sunshine friendly jock who's friends with everyone, who on the surface seems like that typical gym bro but you know, nicer. And one day, Morpheus is being harassed again, a guy named Burgess wanting his wallet or something, and luckily for Morpheus, Hob saw this and stepped in to put a stop to it. Morpheus and Hob meet eyes, and something must have clicked for them, cause from that day on, those two become friends practically overnight, nigh inseparable. And isn’t Hob so nice, being friends with a killjoy like old Murphy, who's actually capable of smiling and laughing when Hob's around, would you look at that. Oh and there they go again, going off somewhere to eat lunch together. But no one knows.

No one knows that Hob is currently at the very end of his ropes, trying to keep from cumming from the large vibrating anal plug Morpheus bullied (hehehehehe) into him that very morning, and right after Morpheus, that sadist, fucked him full of cum too. And that the reason why he had to hurry Morpheus into an empty classroom during lunch, was so he could get down on his hands and knees, shamefully present his plugged arsehole, and beg Morpheus to fuck him. Hob is mewling about how mean Morpheus is, toying with the remote all day, upping the vibrations randomly, making sure to turn it down when Hob's about to cum. He needs to cum so bad, but instead of showing mercy, Hob cries as Morpheus steps on the plug with his foot, making sure to grind it in so deep while maxxing out the vibrations. Morpheus is disappointed in him he says, the whole point of this exercise was to see if Hob could be a good boy and keep Morpheus' cum inside him all day. Hob doesn't stand a chance, the humiliation and sensations too much for him, he cums long and hard all over the floor. Tsk tsk, Morpheus admonishes him for being so slutty and sensitive, he'll need to punish his pet for cumming without permission, what would Hob do if everyone found out what a masochistic slut he is hm? Maybe a nice, long rimming session is in order to teach his Hob some self-control, or perhaps Morpheus should fuck him after all, the added load would be like an added challenge for Hob. Morpheus idly toys with the plug still deep inside Hob, pulling it and pushing it back in, making the brunette cry and shudder so prettily. So many choices and so many ways to play with his precious pet, but Morpheus isn't too pressed if he chooses one or the other, there's always tomorrow after all. :)



Bonus points for anyone who knows which doujin I'm taking insipiration from XD We're instant friends hahahaha I hope you guys like this one~~

-Love Yan Anon <3

Alsksjfja yeah <3 weirdo goth kid who is a dom x sweet sunshine jock who wants to be dommed is SUCH a classic concept. Hob’s friends are always like "why do you hang out with that guy he's so creepy ://" and Hob just blushes and mutters something about studying together...

Morpheus is creepy, but Hob likes creepy... in fact, it turns him on a lot. He likes the feeling that Morpheus is stalking him around the school, he likes being stared down in the hallways. He certainly likes being dragged into empty classrooms, having his jeans and underwear pulled down, having his hole spanked and toys pushed inside him. He never quite knows when it's going to happen, and that makes it all the sweeter.

One day Morpheus ambushes him in the locker rooms before a game (I'm always partial to rugby player Hob, but insert sport of your choice I guess). He gives Hob the most brutal fingering, barely minutes before he'll be out on the field, and Hob comes stumbling out barely able to walk. The anal beads Morpheus shoved in at the last second are absolutely agonising every time he moves, or gets tackled by other players.

And of course he has to be punished for his terrible performance during the game - Morpheus wants to know, did he do it on purpose? Did he fall about like a pathetic slut just make Morpheus look at him? Or did he want all the other students to know that he's a whore? Hob says no, but Morpheus pushes him to the floor anyway and treads on his cock until Hob cries and cums all over his cute little shorts <3

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw degradation

[hackerqueen]

I wanna be yours

pairing: Jakexfem!MC

summary: This story is about what might have happened if MC and Jake were together with the group in a cabin in the woods (episode 9)

piece of story: MC was his private religion that he silently worshiped in his mind every day and every night. Every second of every fucking day. He was at her complete mercy, but somehow he didn't have the strength to fight it.

warnings: sexual content, light dom! jake, sub! MC

author's note: pls God forgive me

The air around them thickened rapidly. The girl was standing at the desk, on which there were already two laptops, the pale light of which illuminated the semi-darkness in which they were. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, she was extremely ashamed. She nibbled at the skin around her fingernail, waiting in tense silence for developments.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the boy who was standing a few meters in front of her. He was standing by the open window, letting in cool, refreshing air. She scanned his legs, which were covered with black jeans, his torso covered with a slightly too large black sweatshirt. He was dressed exactly as she imagined. She finally looked at his face and knew then that she had lost. His jaw was slightly clenched, his eyes were half-closed, and his thumb and forefinger pressed against the bridge of his nose. He was angry. She was sure of it.

She sighed again and decided to speak up.

– Jake, I know I broke my promise. I know I shouldn't be here. But… – She stopped, biting her lip. Her voice was hoarse and breaking slightly as she waited for his response. However, he was silent. – Richy may be dead. You and I know it well. These words hurt her heart deeply and she tried not to cry, but the black-haired man still decided not to speak. She was already irritated by it. – Jake, I know how much it hurt you to see photos from Michael's house. Seeing all those barrels, ropes… I…

With these words, his fingers left his nose and his eyes opened. She almost shivered at the piercingness of his blue eyes. They were filled mostly with anger, but also with something she couldn't name. He was looking directly at her, and she felt as if he was looking into her soul.

– I couldn't bear the thought of how much you were hurting, Jake. I know that when we looked at those photos, you were pretty sure Hannah was dead. That's why I came here. I came here to find your sister safe and sound so you don't have to suffer anymore.

The words flowed out of her like a waterfall. She was tired of the screams from earlier, followed by a tense silence. Before they were in one of the rooms, they argued for a long time. The screams that came out of their mouths hurt each other, but they both couldn't stop.

He shook his head slightly and moved closer to her.

– Haven't you thought about how I would feel if something happened to you here? If this asshole kidnapped you, imprisoned you, and god knows what else he did, and I had no idea why you stopped texting me back? Tell me, have you ever thought about it? – he asked quietly, his voice trembling with anger. Christ, it was bad. She had never seen Jake so nervous. Of course, she hadn't seen him at all before, but the messages made him seem composed and disciplined. - Answer me!

A wheezing breath left her mouth as she looked down at the ground again. She had no idea what the angry hacker looked like, but now she could only admit that she liked him more than ever before.

I'm starting to have serious problems with myself.

– No. – she replied quietly – I didn't think that it could end badly for me. I just wanted you to get your sister back!

– But I could have lose you!

With those words, she lifted her gaze, noticing how close Jake was to her. She had to look up because of the height difference between them. His piercing gaze filled with rage and concern sent shivers down her spine. She also saw how quickly he swallowed when he saw her gaze.

She shivered as she felt his soft hand touch her cheek gently. Now she could look closely at his eyes, which seemed to engulf her. They were beautiful. God, they were so beautiful she was sure they could end bloody, long wars. One look from him and he could have the whole world at his feet.

Well he had her for sure.

Ocean eyes, enchanting with their depth, soothed her like watching the waves at sunset. His sapphire eyes have since become her favorite color of all in the world.

But then she realized something else.

– Oh my God! You shouldn't risk yourself like this for me! What if, because of my stupidity, your pursuers find out where you are and...

He cut her off by saying her name. Her name on his lips sounded so soft, so perfect, that she couldn't control her thoughts, which imagined it in slightly different situations.

– Calm down, MC. For now, they are far from finding me.

– Why are you taking more care of me instead of yourself again? – she whispered, his grip on her cheek tightening

– And why did you come here to find Hannah? – he asked softly, his voice no longer full of anger

– I already said that. I did it for you, as stupid as it sounds. But also for them. – she pointed to the door behind which the whole group was bustling somewhere. – I also wanted to protect them.

– Honestly, I'd rather send them all to meet Michael than have it be you. - he admitted, and she felt her body temperature rise

Oh my god, I got lost in him so much.

– You would risk the lives of them just for one person? Why? – she asked quietly, biting her lip because she knew the answer. She knew he was as lost to her as she was to him, but she wanted to hear it from his lips. The same ones that she had been surreptitiously staring at, because for several long minutes she had wanted nothing more than to taste their taste.

– Because it's not just one life.. it's yours. – he replied, and she breathed right into his mouth.

Their hot breaths mingled together, and she felt Jake gently leaning toward her with a dying slowness. The tension around them, the quarrel, the confession of feelings, and above all the longing and the fact that this was the first time they could physically touch each other made the warmth between her legs steadily increase.

She felt like that kiss could save her. Take away all the stress, pain and care. At that moment, her soul, mind and most of all her body screamed only one thing: his name.

And when she felt the first touch of his soft lips against hers something loud boomed, one floor below. Jake lifted his face and MC opened her eyes. The bubble burst, but even so, she noticed the hacker shivering, his breathing quickening.

Was he really as excited as I was?

This thought brought a small smile to her face. The certainty that he was equally attracted to her physically as well as through the weeks of exchanging messages gave her confidence and boosted her ego pleasantly.

– Mmh MC, we really shouldn't be getting physical. – He mumbled and removed his hand from her face

A low murmur of disappointment escaped her lips. So many waiting and so many lonely nights without a single kiss?

Pull yourself together, pull yourself together. The whole group is waiting downstairs. You can't just lock yourself in a room with him and have fun.

But why not?

Well, if you put it that way, my dear hacker, you can be sure that you won't fall asleep today because of recurring thoughts of me.

* * *

When they came downstairs, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them. She raised her eyebrows, trying not to show her rapid breathing and pulse. How much she wished they weren't here. If only she and Jake were here and the whole world around them didn't exist.

– What? – she asked annoyed at which Dan burst out laughing

– It was so loud at first, and then it was deathly quiet. We were wondering who would have to be buried in the garden. – he said in his usual tone that made her roll her eyes

She saw Lilly timidly watching Jake, which didn't surprise her at all. Just finding out she had a brother must have been a big deal for her, let alone discovering how hot and handsome he was.

STOP.

She had to high five her dirty thoughts again. Jake was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Starting with his athletic physique, because even through the sweatshirt his shoulder muscles were visible at certain moments, ending with his heavenly face and jet-black hair. A jaw that looked like Michelangelo himself had carved it, a straight nose, perfect pink lips, and those eyes. Eyes, that will haunt her every night.

– We're going to light a fire. Do you agree? – Jessy asked, giving the girl a small smile

The redhead looked even more radiant than in the photos, but her wide smile didn't reach her eyes. She knew that Richie's disappearance caused her so much pain and all she wanted at that moment was to see the happy sparkle in her eyes.

So even though she desperately wanted to continue her search for Hannah and Richie, she agreed. Because more than anything, she wanted to see Jessy happy again.

The redhead replied with an even wider smile. Jake mumbled something softly that sounded more like no than yes, but eventually walked outside with them.

How great was her disappointment when the object of her desires did not sit next to her. Brows furrowed, she looked around and saw that Jake had sat down at a safe distance from her, close to Lilly. She narrowed her eyes at the two of them as they were talking quietly, and the blonde seemed delighted.

Calm the fuck down, MC. It's his sister.

MC was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Dan and Jessy joining her. – Trouble in paradise? – the bearded man asked her with a sarcastic smile and Jessy slapped him on the shoulder. She rolled her eyes again, smiling slightly. Dan was like a brother to her, and honestly, she loved their relation. – For broken heart, I recommend whiskey with coke.

The redhead slapped him again, muttering something about how he should never drink again. However, the MC gladly accepted the glass with the drink from him, drinking it almost immediately.

* * *

Jake decided to separate himself from the MC, at least for an hour. He needed to reset his mind so that every time he looked at her, he wouldn't remember a time when they were in an empty room, lit only by his computer monitors, and all he wanted to do was touch her soft, big lips. He knew that the moment their lips touched, he wouldn't be able to control himself. It would be the beginning of the end for both of them.

So he sat next to the only person he felt any connection to. It was his sister, Lilly. The two of them sat there, the warmth of the fire warming his body pleasantly, but he felt that it was not the fire that warmed his heart. The real reason was that Lilly, a girl who had been faced with the hard fact that her father had cheated on her mother, and that betrayal had become her older brother, had totally accepted him. He expected the blonde to hate him. She won't want anything to do with him, she'll want to forget about it. None of these things happened. Lilly smiled fondly, told funny stories from her childhood, and waited for his opinion on various topics on which she spoke. He had never felt so comfortable with another human before. Of course, not including the MC who gave him hope that his life could look better. That his life doesn't have to be just constant survival, but real life. Lilly gave him a different kind of comfort. He felt like he really had a sister. He felt that she accepted him as her brother and cared for him. He felt like part of her family. He felt that Lilly was his family. The last time he felt something like this was when his mother was alive.

He pushed his mournful thoughts away, returning his mind to reality. Lilly seemed really excited because her mouth wouldn't close. He found it quite cute and was grateful that she felt comfortable around him and not awkward.

– You really like her, don't you?

Jake blinked a few times, considering his answer. Did he like her?

Sometimes it seemed to him even too much.

– Yes. – he replied quickly, feeling his cheeks heat up

Sometimes these feelings seemed to overwhelm him.

He couldn't help but look up at her silhouette. He found her immediately. She sat so that he could see her profile. And she... she was breathtaking. Literally. She was illuminated by the light of the bonfire, which only enhanced her unearthly beauty. He scanned her body with his eyes and could have sworn it had become his new private religion. Long legs, wide hips, narrow waist and roundness of her breasts. With her beauty and grace, she could compete with Aphrodite herself. He felt his blood start to boil dangerously, but he couldn't stop. Not when his gaze reached her face. Big lips the color of ripe raspberries that were now stretched into a wide smile. She was laughing. Her laughter was the most beautiful melody to his ears. Even though she was sitting quite far away, he could hear him. Then he realized that he was ready to do anything to hear her laugh every day. Because it was his favorite sound in the whole world.

Her brown hair was shiny and sparkled in the light from the fire. Christ, she was so beautiful. And her amber eyes... He could stare at them for hours. The color resembled the parchment of old books or the autumn forest. Looking into her eyes, he felt blind. Because then he couldn't see anything but her at all.

– I see that look. I think you're in love with her.

He clenched his jaw tight as he realized he'd been staring at her longer than he should have, and he'd been caught in the act.

Yes, MC was his private religion that he silently worshiped in his mind every day and every night. Every second of every fucking day. He was at her complete mercy, but somehow he didn't have the strength to fight it.

* * *

Softly humming an Arctic Monkeys song, she stood at the sink, rinsing an apple. Why did she want an apple? She had no fucking idea. Her foot was tapping the floor slowly to the beat of one of her favorite songs. She almost jumped when she heard movement behind her. She turned and was relieved to see Jake there, putting his plate on the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. He didn't really want to have any contact with her.

He avoided her gaze. He avoided her completely, which irritated her immensely. But if he wanted to play that way, she would obey his rules.

She started toward him, and the hacker seemed to freeze to death. It was quite funny. See how much he struggles not to pounce on her at the first opportunity. He thought he hid it well, but his eyes betrayed him. They were full of lust and frustration.

She needed him so much right now. She needed his hands all over her body. She wanted to know the texture and taste of his lips. She knew full well that she would end up masturbating to fantasizing about him today.

She came to a fairly close distance, and with one of her hands began to stroke the kitchen island standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Things we could do on it if no one else was here.

STOP!

– You were avoiding me, Jake. – she responded eventually with a sigh.

Jake stayed silent and sucked in a tense breath and casts a glance your way. – I avoided you as I, uh, Became easily distracted from your presence... even now. – he grunted, tearing his eyes away from you

He is so fucking adorable.

MC jumped up and sat on the counter, crossing her legs. She was cruel, she knew it, but she wanted to teach him a lesson. That he refused her, that he avoided her and fought something that couldn't be fought.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

She lift the apple to her lips, he seems to follow the fruit when she place it at her lips and take a bit. The sweet juice of the fruit falls upon her lips and she look down to his own. He gulped when the single drop lingered on her lip. Shit. Her mind began to imagine the dirtiest of things, the softness that was his black hair between her finger tip as she tugged on the strands, the image of his face between her legs as he looks up at her.

But she wanted to please him even more.

She wanted to hear her name come out of his mouth as some kind of whimper. She didn't want him to hold back, she wanted to give herself completely to him. She wanted him to know how much she trusted him, that her trust was so huge that she would literally do anything for him. She wanted to fall on her knees in front of him and give him such pleasure that no other girl had given him before. She wanted to be the one he would dream about at night. She wanted to be the one whose name would be uttered by him like the sweetest poison. She wanted to feel his strong hands around her throat as he took her whenever he wanted—

– You've got sauce on your cheek. – she said in a hoarse tone. Jake frowned from his lethargy and gave her a hazy look. She giggled slightly and jumped off the counter. – Here.

She rubbed his cheek with her thumb, then, keeping eye contact with him, took him into her mouth. She saw his eyes darken and his lips part slightly. Her stomach was now convulsing in sweet pain. She wanted him so much.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Does he want her the same way she wants him? The song in the background only made them hotter.

Their breaths merged again into one quick, trembling rhythm. MC almost moaned as she leaned in to consume his mouth.

– Ahem.

They jumped away from each other sharply as Thomas stared at them from the kitchen doorway. He seemed very embarrassed and avoided their eyes. MC tried not to laugh as Jake shot him murderous looks. MC enjoyed it twice as much because she knew how much Thomas was afraid of his brother-in-law. And after this situation, she was sure that this fear would triple.

– Did something happen? – the hacker asked, or rather growled at him, and Thomas shook his head nervously.

Just don't fucking laugh, MC.

– N-No, actually, we're going to play cards and I wanted to ask if you're up for it. – he choked out and the girl burst out laughing

Forgive me Hannah, but how did you end up with a guy like that?

– Sure, I'd love to. – she replied, moving towards the living room, and after a moment Jake joined her

* * *

It was real torture.

If hell existed, Jake could have sworn he had tasted it that night. The bitter, body-wrenching taste of the hellfire she'd ignited in him. Because only God knew how much he wanted her, especially then, in the kitchen.

Staring at her juice-moistened lips, he tried to hide his own erection. His thoughts were far from the right and polite ones. He hadn't dreamed of something as much as he did now of fucking her in a long time. He couldn't beat around the bush, he wanted it from the moment she asked his name. He then found her fascinating, which was true. The truest truth. He fantasized about her almost every night, wondering what her moans would sound like, or his name leaving her lips.

He wanted to make her scream them. He wanted to see tears on her face because of the excessive pleasure he was giving her. He wanted to cum inside her, make her his.

He knew full well that tonight he would end up masturbating to fantasizing about her.

And he knew full well that he himself had caused it. He stated that they should not get close physically because that would cause more problems than advantages. He knew what his life was like. He never knew if the next morning he would have to pack up the most important things and run away to the other side of the world. He didn't want to be the asshole who wrote her sweet promises, then get laid on the first meeting, and left her speechless in the morning. Thoughts of it kept recurring and temporarily inhibited his desires.

But wanting everyone else to hear her loud moans that prove that she is his and only his.

He almost wished Phil wasn't here.

He would love to see his face when he found out who was the only man who could give her such fulfillment.

Stop the fuck, Jake. It's fucking disgusting.

They were almost at the long table where everyone was already seated when she headed over to him.

– Good luck, Mr. Hacker. You'll need it to win against me. – she said in a low tone with a cheeky smile on her lips

– You have a very daring mouth. – he said, deflecting the baton, but her answer ignited the blood in his veins again

– It's very skilled too. If you don't believe, I can always show you in a quiet room somewhere. – she whispered so only he could hear and winked at him

He let out a shuddering breath and sat down next to Dan, who was giving him sarcastic smirks.

It's time to concentrate.

* * *

It's time to concentrate.

She made it her honor to win this game against the hacker. She thought about strategy, but she couldn't concentrate. She could still feel his eyes on her. He was focused on her chest which didn't surprise her. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, which still left a lot of room for the imagination. For the first time, the man's gaze on her body didn't bother her. However, she took her phone out of her pocket to annoy him even more.

MC: Stop undressing me with your eyes

She looked up at him, making an innocent face. He clenched his jaw, then took his phone out of his pocket and texted back without hesitation.

JAKE: And you stop looking at me like that

She smiled gently.

MC: Like what? ;)

The boy didn't manage to write her back because the game had started, but by the end of the round these two exchanged hot glances across the length of the table.

***

– I'm sure you miscalculated the points. What did you get in math at the end of high school? – the indignant MC asked Thomas, snatching the score sheet from him

– I think 3. But I can add 1 to 1 if you want to know. Jake won.

The girl fell into a chair, strutted. Not only was she sexually frustrated, but she also lost to a hacker, whom she wanted to piss off even more.

– So, now I wonder what our beloved hackerboy's reward will be. – Dan asked sarcastically, winking at her, which made her blush slightly. She raised her hand and extended her middle finger towards him. Jerk.

Jake seemed to get the hint too, because he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

–I think we should go to sleep now. It's after 2 a.m. and starting tomorrow, I'd like us to get back to the important stuff. – Jessy said and everyone agreed. – Jake, your room has a sofa instead of a bed. You'll have to pull it out. – Cleo said

He nodded softly and everyone went to their rooms. The MC room was, of course, opposite Jake. Is that a fucking joke or what?

As she closed the door to her room, a shaky breath left her mouth. She had had enough. This teasing with the hacker was supposed to be fun and a lesson for him, but now she was perfectly aware of how much she had brought herself to the brink of collapse. All she wanted was to come quickly, muffle her groan into the pillow, and go to sleep. After all, tomorrow they were all supposed to go back to-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Frightened, she opened them, and when she saw Jake there, she instinctively asked if something was wrong.

– MC, I need you. – he muttered, his eyes screaming. Her name.

Before she could answer, Jake entered her room and pulled her close. And then it all happened so fast she couldn't register when his lips landed on hers. She felt his kiss hard.

So desperate

So needy.

With this act, he completely took away her ability to breathe. She returned the kiss with just as much power and strength, or even more. After a moment, he turned her around and pressed her back against the door, closing the room. It wasn't the first kiss they'd imagined, but it was just as good, if not better.

He kissed her like no one had ever kissed her before. As if his life depended on it.

She felt as if in the desert, after many months of nagging drought, the longed-for rain came.

His hands tightened around her waist as his tongue slid over her bottom lip. She immediately let him in, starting a fight for dominance which she almost immediately lost.

So, you like domination, right?

Their breathing became short, uncontrollable, and ravenous. MC ran her hands over his arms, feeling the hardness of his muscles under her fingers. She finally tangled her fingers in the strands of his hair, pulling at him, making him growl softly.

His lips left hers as he moved them to her neck. Her head automatically tilted back as he sucked on the skin around her ear. She couldn't control her moan anymore, which was louder than she expected. She bit her lip, trying to silence her own urges.

– We have to be quiet. – she gasped, and in response he gently gritted his teeth against her skin. It was getting harder and harder to do.

– What if I want them to hear us? – he asked right into her ear. He wanted them to know they had no chance. He wanted them to know that she was his.

That one sentence made another mournful groan come out of the MC's mouth.

Jake returned to her lips, giving her another hungry kiss. His cool hands crawled under her shirt, sending goosebumps down her skin. Despite the coldness of his fingers, she felt it burn where he touched her. His touch sent electricity through her body.

Without waiting any longer, he took off her shirt and tossed it somewhere on the floor. He pulled away from her lips and looked at her breasts, now hidden only by a black lace bra. His trembling hands still stayed safe on her waist. She swallowed, took his hands in hers and brought them to her breast.

Jake gasped and squeezed her breasts, and she grunted contentedly. Her nipples hardened completely under his touch, which only caused the young hacker to get closer to the exposed skin on her neck again. MC arched her back, bringing her pelvis as close as possible to his, and then felt a hard erection digging into her hip. Their moans mingled with each other now, steadily turning up the temperature of the room.

– I want you so badly. – he gasped into her ear. – You have no idea how many times I have dreamed about this. About you.

Her chest was moving at a fast, unnatural pace as she tried desperately to breathe. Sweat ran down her back, and her lower abdomen convulsed in convulsions of pain.

She finally pushed him away from her slightly, and he gave her a hazy and confused look. She didn't push him away to say she changed her mind though, that would have been very cruel of her. She did it only to push him towards the bed, forcing him to sit on it. He was watching her carefully, and his gaze alone made her want to scream.

She was drowning in the blue of his eyes, but she wasn't asking for help. She was absorbed until her last breath. She's lost, but losing has never been so good.

At that moment, she believed that people wanted to lose because of his gaze.

There was a strange dominance radiating from him that she couldn't fight. Or maybe she didn't want to?

It was absolutely disgusting, she knew it. But she couldn't stop it. She couldn't help but want to please him, especially not when she noticed he wasn't wearing his hoodie anymore. He was wearing a tight black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Holy shit.

His sparkling eyes never left her. He stared at her with pure adoration and desire.

And when he saw where she was going, his slightly protruding Adam's apple quivered as he swallowed.

MC leaned down to be at the height of his neck. She began to place light kisses all the way down his neck and jaw until it reached his ear. She felt Jake hold back. She saw it when she had to show him that she wasn't afraid of his touch. That he could touch her anywhere.

– You don't have to be gentle with me. I like it when you're rough and definite. – she whispered sensually, sending shivers down his skin

The boy gasped, then tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her to him in a hot and lustful kiss. She immediately felt how stronger he became, which made her smile without breaking the kiss. Without further ado, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off him. She didn't mind it, it was known that tight shirts on men are extremely hot, but when she noticed the slightly outlined muscles of his arms, stomach and the letter V that was hiding behind the waistband of his pants, she could almost feel her underwear getting wet.

She kissed him one last time, then moved her kisses again to the young hacker's jaw, neck, collarbones, and torso. She could hear him struggling desperately for breath, his heart beating wildly. The soft gasps leaving his mouth made her squeeze her thighs tighter.

She slowly undid the zipper of his pants, accidentally hooking her hand on his engorged erection, which made him moan softly. She took off his pants along with his boxers, and then with agonizing slowness she began to descend to her knees, not breaking eye contact with the black-haired man. She was totally at his mercy, and every touch of her skin was like not enough heroin for her.

MC was a human of sin. She didn't believe in God, heaven or hell, but at that moment she had the feeling that one of the fallen angels was standing in front of her. And she swore that if hell existed and looked like this, she would not repent of any sin she had committed on earth.

And of them all, this one seemed the sweetest and the most poisonous at the same time. She fell to her knees before him, but never before had sin been so tempting and so good.

She stuck out the tip of her tongue to play with the head of his dick. As soon as he felt her wet lips, he growled throatily, unable to stop himself.

How thick are these walls?

– Shit, MC. You are making me crazy. – he gasped, and she smiled

She did it slowly at first. She loved teasing him. However, after a moment she closed it in her mouth, and another soft moan escaped his throat.

She began to do it faster and deeper, experimenting with how much she could take. She moved her head up and down quickly, licking and sucking on his dick. Jake was no longer holding back. One of his hands was gripping the sheet so tightly that his knuckles turned white. After a while, he tangled his other hand in MC's hair and helped her, and after a long moment he began to force her head to move faster and faster.

– You are fucking breathtaking. – He gasped, his moans getting louder. They were so sinful and so hot that she couldn't help pressing her hand against her clit. Even through the fabric of his pants, she sensed the wetness and desire for any kind of stimulation, so she moaned, sending vibrations along his cock. – Fuck.

He felt dangerously close. Her lips were too kind and her eyes too innocent when she made eye contact with him. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that this girl whose photos he admired, with whom he had been texting for several months, would look so beautiful in real life, especially when her throat was around his cock.

He didn't want to come this way. First he wanted to hear her desperate moans, like his now. So he tightened his hold on her hair and forced her to lift her head.

She gave him a confused look as he crashed into her mouth. He kissed her hard, and she kissed him back just as hard. They moaned into each other's mouths, learning the taste of each other's and their saliva. Jake bit her lip, and a loud whimpering sound came out of her mouth. It was because of it that the young hacker got out of bed and pressed against her with the heaviness of his body, forcing her to take a few steps back. She felt the desk behind her at the same time as the boy tightened his hands on her waist and gave her a lift. She sat on the surface of the counter, feeling Jake's cold hands unzip her jeans, then he and her underwear removed them from her legs. She breathed deeply. Now they were both naked. She felt him burn as he connected their lips again, his fingers tightening on her hips. She felt nothing but his touch. Time completely stopped, just like when they were writing about their meeting.

She couldn't take it anymore. She felt that now he was taking revenge on her for the few hours she had provoked him. She needed him. in her.

– Jake, please. – she begged against his lips, knowing how her pleading affected him. She noticed it while typing with him. Like when she asked him to tell her his name – Please, fuck me.

Without saying anything else, he entered her to the root. She almost screamed, arching her body. Jake broke the kiss, throwing his head back to moan almost as loud as hers.

– Oh my fucking God – he panted, pausing for a moment – Fuck, MC you feel fucking devine.

Another mournful sound escaped her throat, which she tried to muffle by biting her lip. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him back to her mouth. After a while, Jake began to move faster and faster inside her, and keeping silence became more and more difficult. She felt him so deeply that she knew her orgasm was very close.

He pulled away from her mouth and growled in her ear. – I want to hear you. Louder, MC. – he growled, his hot breath fanning her neck

And then she forgot where they were. She had forgotten that they were at the cottage in Duskwood with the rest of the group. Because from her throat began to grow louder and louder moans, similar to his. Jake was definitely not afraid to show his pleasure, which made her immensely happy and excited.

She tightened her legs around his waist as he thrust hard into her. She didn't know if she was still on earth or if she had died and gone to heaven, but she could have been literally anywhere in that moment. Heaven, hell or purgatory? What difference does it make when he's around?

Every piece of her skin bore his name.

Every piece of his skin bore her name.

Jake felt very close. Especially when her body tensed and reached her first orgasm.

– Fuck Jake! – she cried out in delight and her eyes rolled back

Not very gently, he grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him.

– Look into my eyes. – he whispered. She tried to comply with his request, but it was impossible due to the pleasure he was giving her. – Look into my eyes! – he said more imperiously, pressing his thumb to her lip.

However, she did. She looked him in the eye until the end. She stared into his eyes as he ruined her. When he made her his private art. She looked into his eyes, seeing the adoration he gave her.

At one point, Jake took her off the desk and moved her to the bed, filling her up again. The room smelled like sin, and they were both sure that if the Man without a face saw it, they'd both be dead.

She felt his cock swell inside her, so she tightened her leg grip so he wouldn't hesitate a second. She wanted him to fill her. She just wanted to be only his.

After a few more hard thrusts, Jake came deep inside her. The feeling was so good that MC came again. She no longer received any stimuli, she was totally absorbed in pleasure.

Their bodies were sweaty, eyelids closed and lips swollen. Their chests were sticking together, and a few damp brown strands of her hair were tangled on the liquid gold sheets.

That night, after several months of longing, Jake and MC became one. That night the world ceased to exist, to breathe. It was only them that night.

Hacker normalized his breathing a bit, stepped out of her, and collapsed into the seat next to her. They stared at the ceiling for several minutes, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. They both adjusted their breathing.

– Okay. – she said quietly in a hoarse tone, breaking the blissful silence

– Okay. – he replied with the same whisper, and she smiled slightly

After one more moment, the black-haired man got out of bed and put on his boxers, looking around as she thought in search of a shirt. MC frowned, guessing something was wrong.

– Jake? – she asked quietly, but he didn't answer her – Are you okay?

He swallowed hard, standing with his back to her. He turned to her, and she saw the hurt expression on his face.

– Jake, what happened? – she asked, not understanding what was going on. – You know you can talk to me.

Then questions started popping up in her mind. Did she disappoint him? Did he imagine her completely differently? Better?

– I…– he began, but he paused to clear his throat – I don't deserve you.

What?

– What? – she asked, staring at him in disbelief. – Come here.

He looked at her and she pointed to the seat next to her. She sat on the bed, aware of the nakedness of her body. It didn't matter then. Then his feelings were the most important.

The black-haired man sat next to her, not meeting her eyes. Until she touched his arm lightly, as if she was afraid of hurting him. She squeezed his skin gently to soothe him. Hacker looked her in the eye and sighed softly. Only then did she notice that he was shaking slightly.

– We... - I mean I... I shouldn't have let that happen. – he said quietly, hanging his head

– Do you think I'm not attractive? – she asked in a slightly broken voice

Boy let out a soft, bitter laugh that hung in the air between them.

– You think you're not attractive to me? MC, you are the most beautiful human I have ever seen in my entire life. – he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand

He looked tired. Very tired.

– The problem is, I know I should never have let that happen. You know perfectly well what my life is like, I'm wanted by the government, who at the first chance would like to kill me. And not in a nice way, by shooting me in the head. And just to remind you, they were already interested in you too. – MC opened her mouth to protest, but Jake wouldn't let her. – I've been kidding myself all this time, thinking I was able to keep you safe. I'm so selfish because I thought I was coming here to protect you, but that's bullshit. I came here to see you. Because every minute without seeing you was making me psychotic.

MC's lips were parted, unable to utter a word. This is the first time he has admitted that he has feelings for her in real life. And the way he said it made it ten times more intoxicating. He looked straight into her eyes, spoke with a sincerity she had never heard from anyone before. His gaze was filled with emotion. Mainly sadness, but also something else. Something she couldn't name.

They were so stupidly in love with each other.

– The truth is, I foolishly believed that my life could be different by jeopardizing your safety. I'm fucking selfish because I know you deserve better. Someone who will give you a stable, normal life. – he cleared his throat and his beautiful, electrifying blue eyes became glassy. This sight broke the heart of a young woman who shook her head violently. She took his face in her hands and forced him to pick it up. She looked at him with power, sadness and anger at the words he was saying.

– Haven't you thought about what I want? I don't not want a stable and normal life with anyone else but you. Damn, we're in this whole fucked up situation, we met through your sister's disappearance, and I don't understand what I feel. But I feel so much for you that I can't describe it in words. – she gasped and Jake swallowed. – It won't be easy, I know! But I can't imagine my life without you anymore. And think what you want, but after we find Hannah, I'll make sure you're a free man again. God, I'll turn the whole world upside down just for you to get your happy old life back. Because no one deserves happiness more than you, Jake.

She was breathing nervously because she wasn't used to talking about her feelings. Their cheeks were red. No one had ever looked at her with such awe and adoration as he did.

– So please give us a chance. – she whispered pleadingly, feeling tears under her eyelids

Jake wasn't thinking then. About the government, about the consequences, about the Man without a face. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. He inhaled their coconut scent, which seemed to soothe him. MC listened to the steady beating of his heart lulling her mind to sleep. Their chests were bare, but there was nothing erotic there at the moment. They felt as if in this hug, their souls were inextricably and eternally connected.

– I think I forgot what human contact felt like. – he croaked, and in response she began to play with the strands of his black, soft hair. She kissed his forehead, trying not to cry. The spoken phrase was so damn depressing.

– You said before that you don't understand how you feel. Me neither, MC. – he sighed very quietly. All the walls have come down. Only their naked, bare souls existed in that bed in Duskwood. – I want to understand, but I just can't explain it. I've never felt this before. I used to beg every day for my life to change, but I finally gave up hope. I became someone who preferred loneliness. And then you came into my life and... It's like you were the answer to all my prayers.

Those were the most beautiful words she had ever heard from someone.

– You are the promise i'm ready to keep.

Those were the last words she heard before falling asleep. For the first time in a very long time, both of them fell asleep and no nightmare woke them up. For the first time they fell asleep feeling safe.

* * *

Breakfast proceeded in a rather strange atmosphere. MC and Jake were sitting across from each other, exchanging quick and nervous smiles every now and then. Both of them were blushing, which was not like their yesterday's behavior. The tension between them was still there and grew steadily with every light touch of their hands as they reached for the same thing from the table.

– So Jake, how was the pull out? – Dan asked, grinning ironically

Jake choked on his orange juice, his cheeks burning brightly.

– W-What? – he replied nervously

– The sofa.

MC stared at her plate of pancakes, trying not to laugh.

– Good. – the young hacker said, then cleared his throat

–  I bet. *

*this dialogue is from stranger things!!

#duskwood jake #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood fandom #everbyte duskwood #duskwood mc #everbyte studios #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood smut

[pocket-ozwynn]

Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout

[University!AU]

Word Count: 966

Note: Credit goes to @cheeseybeans8 for this Ask which asked for the dialogue prompt of “You're really sick, you should go lie down. I can take care of this for you, don't worry” (taken from this prompt list) with Freyja being the sick one and Alice taking care of her. I appreciate your patience! 💜

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Freyja needed a hug.

This had been the most frustrating three days of her life. What had started off as a bit of soreness at the back of her throat had now blossomed into a frame-shuddering cough, no taste or smell, achy muscles, and burning, watery eyes that could barely stay open.

After nearly a week of being stuck in bed, she was finally starting to go a bit stir crazy. She had gone from the high of traveling and playing for a crowd of thousands at state finals last week, to the current low of coughing and sputtering like a sick puppy. If she had to stay cooped up in her apartment for one more day, she was going to cry.

The mattress creaked as she finally mustered the energy to roll over. She tried blinking away the fog from her most recent NyQuil coma to spy her boyfriend sitting on the edge of her desk. He typed away on his laptop with a mechanical pencil held in his teeth–a towering plastic to-go bag dominated the space behind him. He was fully absorbed in whatever he was working on because he didn’t notice her stir. 

Since she was no longer contagious, Alice had offered to stay for a few days to help her recover. And while Frey was normally loved being the strong one who could take care of herself and others, she had to admit that it was nice to have tender, loving company.

Mercy, she’d missed that pretty face of his.

“H-Hey.” Alice perked up at the sound of her haggard croak.

“Hey, big mama…” He cood sympathetically as he took his pencil to speak. “How are you feeling?”

“Diiiiiiisgustin’...” She tried to sound as chipper as possible, but the facade quickly devolved into a cough. Alice laughed. “What’s in the bag?” 

“Hm?” Alice looked over his shoulder. “Oh, it’s delivery from Sue Murphy’s–courtesy of the Griffins.”

Freyja tried to mimic The Squad’s warcry but her attempt was pathetic and phlegmy, so she gave up halfway. Alice burst into giggles while she managed a chuckle.

“I’ll hafta Venmo them later…” she rasped. Alice shook his head before setting his laptop to the side.

“Don’t you dare,” he replied. “I already took care of it.”

“Baaaaaabe,” Freyja groaned. 

“Don’t baaaaaaaabe me,” Alice chided with a smile as he stood up to smooth out his jeans. “I’M taking care of YOU, honey–that’s how it works when you’re sick.”

Freyja playfully screwed up her face and shook her head. “Naw, that doesn’t sound right…” Alice rolled his eyes and giggled. 

She lost track of him as he climbed down from her desk and dropped to the floor. After a minute or so, he came back into view as he crested the edge of her mattress. She watched him walking the length of her body–carefully stepping over the folds in the sheets and trying to avoid errant wads of tissue paper as he did so.

She noticed the determination in his eyes as he examined her. Despite the probably momentous task of taking care of a sick girlfriend well over twenty times his size, Alice looked undeterred. Maybe it was the sick brain…but something about that was incredibly sexy. 

She was just…enraptured. She watched him approach with bated breath, even though she could barely feel his footfalls disturb the mattress. Every urge screamed at her to just…grab him. Hold him. Wrap herself around him and not let him go. She felt so unbearably clingy and touchy right now, especially since this was the first time she’d really been able to spend time with him since getting sick; however, she restrained herself.

Alice walked up to her face and placed a hand on her cheek. She felt every single one of those precious fingers and couldn’t help but hum at the touch. She placed her fingers over his hand and forearm and smiled weakly.

“Oh lovey,” he caressed softly between finger and cheek. “My poor Giant…”

Freyja crooned, her eyelids fluttering as she nearly dozed off…but she hissed when she suddenly remembered what day it was. “W-Wait. Shoot, I was suppose’ta help Coach with the fliers for the fundraiser. Those are due, like…tonight. I need to get up-”

She started to pull her fingers away, but Alice didn’t move his hand.

“No, you’re not,” Alice corrected firmly, but lovingly. “You’re staying right here.”

Freyja blinked. “But-”

She was cut off as Alice placed his free hand on her lips. A shiver rolled down her whole body. Feeling his hand on her cheek was one thing, but on her lips? That miniscule touch was a candlelight in a dark room, and she paid deference to it.

Heat rose to her cheeks as she silently stared down at him.

“No buts,” he ordered with a raised eyebrow and smirk. A groan welled up within her throat, but it was silenced as Alice caressed her lower lip lovingly. Her brain was sparkling and she felt goosebumps at the feeling of him on her lips. “You’re really sick, babe. You need to lie down. Just let me take care of that, okay? I don’t mind pitching in to help, and I’m sure Miss Donovan is more than understanding. She’d want you to rest, and so do I gosh danggit.”

Freyja grumbled softly, but she closed her eyes as his touch melted her stubbornness.

“Mmmmmm…fine. But…I have a request.”

“Oh?”

“When you’re done…c-can…can you be my teddy bear for a bit? I just really need to hold you for a bit…”

Alice paused long enough to delicately kiss the tip of her nose.

“I’d be delighted to be your teddy bear, my colossal cutie... Let me get you your food, then I’ll give Miss Donovan a quick call. After that, I’m all yours.”

#g/t #sfw g/t #giant/tiny #sfw giant/tiny #g/t writing #wholesome giantess #ogtoc Freyja #ogtoc Alice #University!AU #Herbeau

[dandelion-wings]

10 for Barbara and Jean? :(

Anon I got your second ask and I promise I'll do that one next, but before I saw it in my inbox I spent a whole morning at the barn rotating this one in my head trying to figure out how I WOULD do those two lines. And while I can't convince myself that either of them would say the second line to the other as they are in canon (they're both WAY too oversocialized and repressed), I could see it when they were younger! Because even the best kids DO blow up now and then.

ETA: Now archived on AO3.

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"Again," Barbara's mother says impassively, standing over her with her practice sword held loose at her side, looking down at Barbara as if she sees no difference between her and the dirt she's lying on.

Barbara wants to cry. She can feel the tears welling up, and does her best to squeeze them back. They won't earn her any respite. *'Cry if you must,'* she can hear her mother saying, all too well, *'but get up and do it again.'* As calmly as that scolding is always delivered, Barbara is all too aware of the contempt behind it, the unspoken comparison. *Jean* always gets back up right away. Jean never cries in the first place.

Scrambling to her feet, Barbara wipes her hands on her shirt and sees red in with the streaks of earth she leaves upon it. She won't get any mercy for that either. Casting around for her dropped sword, she nearly jumps when Jean looms up beside her, holding it out. The wooden blade is scuffed from the weight of her fall.

"Hurry up," Jean whispers, looking tense.

Neither of them get to finish training until her mother's satisfied with both of them, and Father had promised to take them to the Dawn Winery this afternoon if they finished in time. That's a bigger deal for Jean, who has an actual friend there, than it is for Barbara--but just because Diluc acts like it's an annoyance to have her along doesn't mean she wants to miss the chance at fresh-squeezed grape juice and a carriage ride home with their father at the end of the day.

"I'm trying," Barbara hisses back, taking the sword, and turns to face her mother.

She's already stalking towards her, blade at the ready. She pauses for Barbara to hastily retake her own stance, raising her blade in the customary salute. Barbara raises her own in answer, to show she's ready, and her mother falls back into a guard.

This time she'll get it right. Her mother had knocked her over on the third swing, the overhand, because she'd ducked the wrong way; this time she'll go left instead of right. If she makes it past that she can go under on the fourth, and then-

It turns out she can't go under on the fourth, after all. Barbara squeals in pain and frustration as she's knocked once again into the dirt. Gritting her teeth, blinking hard against the dampness starting to well in her eyes, she grabs her sword before Jean can and begins to haul herself to her feet again. She'll just go backwards next time. She *will* get it right.

But this time, her mother doesn't square up again. She simply turns away, shaking her head.

"Jean," she calls over her shoulder. "*You* know this sequence by heart. Walk her through it until she can actually land at least one hit. I'll come back before dinner to see how you've done."

"But Mother, we were going to the Dawn Winery this afternoon."

"I told your father he could take you if you finished your training in time. As you won't be finished before he leaves, you won't be going." Their mother settles her practice sword onto the rack and walks off without looking back at them.

All of Barbara's efforts can't keep a few tears from slipping free. She's been practicing so hard, and she can't even make it through the most basic forms of Favonius bladework well enough for her mother to correct her form herself.

"Please," she asks, looking up at Jean, "what am I doing wrong?"

"What aren't you doing wrong?!"

Barbara recoils. Jean is red in the cheeks, her own eyes shining with unshed tears, fists clenched at her sides. She goes stiff when she sees Barbara take a step back and takes a deep breath, then another, and swallows hard before a third.

"I'm sorry," she says in a softer voice. Barbara thinks she's trying for gentle, but it comes out grudging instead. "I shouldn't have shouted at you. I just-"

She's just angry, she doesn't say, but Barbara's shoulders come up nonetheless. Angry because Barbara's failure means she can't go see her friend. Who she'd only spend the afternoon sparring with anyway, Barbara thinks, a traitorous anger stirring in her own breast. What's the difference between doing it with him and doing it with Barbara, anyway?

The answer is, of course, that Diluc is actually good at it.

"I know," Barbara says, her grip tightening on her sword's hilt. "I get it. I want to go too, you know!"

The flush is fading out of Jean's cheeks, and she steps closer, reaching out with a careful hand to touch Barbara's shoulder. "I do know. You didn't fail on purpose. You just need to... try a little harder."

"I *am* trying!" More tears flow free.

Jean looks pained now. She takes another step forward and reaches out with both arms, pulling Barbara into an embrace. "I'm sure you are. It's all right, Barbara. I know you're doing your best, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. I- it doesn't matter why. I'm your big sister, and I shouldn't shout."

She's still speaking a little stiffly, talking about what she should do as if, so long as she remembers what she's saying, she won't ever mess up. Maybe it is that easy for her. Jean is so, so good at doing what a Gunnhildr should do, and succeeding at what a Gunnhildr should succeed at. It's Barbara who just keeps ending up in the dirt.

But Jean's arms are warm and gentle around her, and Barbara can't keep her anger hot when Jean is patting her hair and making apologetic noises like this. She drops her sword to wrap her arms around Jean in turn and buries her face in Jean's shirt to hide her tears. Jean holds her until she's managed to get control of herself again, the last few sniffles muffled in Jean's chest, and then lets go when Barbara steps back.

Giving her the best smile she can manage, Barbara bends down to pick up her sword and straightens with it held at the ready at her side. "Let's try again," she says, doing her best to keep her voice from wavering. "What did I do wrong on the fourth exchange?"

Jean gives her a relieved smile in return. "It actually started on your second exchange. You guarded instead of dodging, which took away the momentum of your follow-up attack, and you never got that back...."

Barbara listens attentively to Jean's lecture, adjusting her pose and grip as Jean guides her in slow careful steps through the movements. The whole time she keeps the smile glued to her face. She's grateful that Jean is so patient with her when their mother is not. She really is. She can forgive Jean's outburst. And next time, she'll be *certain* to get it right.

#leaning like hell on barbara's character story 3 here #it's interesting and actually rather clarifying to write barbara while she's still young enough to admit to herself that she's jealous! #asked and answered #why not meme i guess #chained wind and lonesome song #ascended fic

[victoria1676]

( Sorta spoiler for Sumeru quest if you haven't fully completed it but this is from how I saw it cause I was rushing to get it done and pull for Nahida which i luckily got her lol)

Ya I take back my previous statement on how sumeru would show us mercy, their gonna want our head cause those sages we're willing to do ANYTHING to replace Nahida and going as far as to lock her up and make their own god (scaramouche) and as far as I could understand the quest because for a nation full of knowledge Im dumb and I was more focused on getting primos lol so i won't last a day there.

But ya good thing we have Nahida on our side who did a huge lore drop, still praying the reader makes it out alive in sumeru and maybe even now has a fungi pet due to event going on rn lol it would be very wholesome since their tramatized and now have slight trust issues but it would a great peace for me to draw lol since the reader and loyal gang + the ghosts deserve to be happy so rest in peace liyue gang+ Bennet and razor+ guba.

Also the little details we got on the hydro archon were some what helpful on how she would act twords the travler and the reader, because from what I saw she seemed like the type to jump to conclusions and would do ANYTHING to prove her point when it comes to judging others 'crimes' thought for a god of justice but can't make to many assumption since again they were very little things said about her but it would make sense for me if that's how she acted since in your story she was willing to side with Mallory lol so, so much for judging those in the name of justice.

But also welcome back and hope you win your 50/50s

(Nahdia and the Tsaritsa are real ones 💪+ everyone else who didn't traumatize the reader)

+Lumine is an abyss queen girlboss✊ can't wait to hear more about her if possible in Fontaine

-Anon Crow 👁️👄👁️👍

Unfortunetly I did not get Nahida but Jean and i was verrrryyy salty when that happened😀 💢

No i did not cry and litterally wish that someone could get me her but oh well i'll get her in her rerun TwT

All my hard work on 100 exploration for Sumeru and the desert just to get nahida only for Jean to take my soul and lose 50/50 was not happy with that.

Anways back to your ask yes I also finished Sumeru archon quest dont worry XD

Honestly Nahida is so far the only Archon i began to be biased on no offensed the other archons but she is one of the best so far i really love especially she legit lore dumped about our sibling.

Hydro archon will have to be the bad guy in my story with the Pryo one in my imposter au TwT

But yes fuck the sages ^^

Nahida may have not given them a bigger punishment but for my story DSMP reader and Little sparrow reader will not hesitate to make their lives worse XD

If i dont get Nahida before her banner ends then imma skip phase two sorry Layla TwT considering theres a rumor of Al haitham coming in 3.4 imma just save all primos for him which means im skipp Raiden and Ayato ugh 😭

#sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #self aware au #genshin impact x dream smp crossover #sagau dsmp reader

[pendarling]

The Stalker🔪

TW: blood, torture, violence , abuse

My Pretty Darling

Around 8am they would leave for work.

11:45 am was their lunch break. It ends at 12:30 pm but they would always arrive late by exactly 2 minutes every time.

Whumper fix their hair. Their next victim was an innocent and small thing. Their eyes were beautiful even though they could just barely catch their figure from a distance. But every once in a while they’d disguise themself and come as close to contact as possible.

This victim however was different. Although Whumper still planned their malicious intent of watching them beg and cry for mercy they also wished to see them rejoice in happiness and savour in their safety.

They just had to have them.

All the staring and rude remarks, it was all undeserving of their victim. Tonight they’d make sure to keep them safeguarded from anymore lingering hands and unwanted staring.

So they carried out their plan, quickly and effectively with a break into their home and their trusty friend: chloroform. Of course, they just had to wake up and scream. So that unfortunately resulted in them being a little more forceful. They tied them down and threw Whumpee into their car.

“Sorry.” They whispered, moving strands of their hair off their resting face. Whumpee was truly a remarkable person.

It didn’t take long for them to come to realization that Whumpee’s hands were cuffed with a long chain leading to a wall. Their panicked look was even cuter when Whumper strode in, a small suitcase of all their finest blades and tools to have them submit quickly.

“Who are you? What do you want?!” They angrily clenched their teeth but a worried look couldn’t escape their helpless features. Whumper smirked and unlocked the case in front of them.

Whumpee’s body began to shake at the sight of the silver blades and they scooted back even further. Their back hit the wall of the cold basement behind them with a yelp.

“Don’t worry about it, I promise it won’t hurt…” Whumper slipped out a small knife from the kit, inspecting the smooth edges. Starting smallest would be easier wouldn’t it? That way they’d get used to the pain quicker so they could have some real fun later.

Whumper kneeled close their target, Whumpee had those same pitiful eyes on them. “Please…” they grabbed their chin and laid the cold metal flat to their cheek. “I’ll do anything please…” finally, that teary-eyed look they’ve been daydreaming from Whumpee had come true.

They pulled them in closer and used the blade to push back their hair and reveal their ear, a shuddering breath raising goosebumps down Whumpee’s skin. “Then stay still for me.”

They pulled the edge of the knife into the back of their neck and let it crawl down their shoulder to their chest. Whumper gazed at the the thin cut produce a wave of blood down their body.

Whumpee let out a cry from a whimper. Their body stiffening from the pain and their chest heaving in breaths of air to keep themself level. Their whimpering was like music to Whumper’s ears.

They loved to watch how their short blade peeled back their soft skin like a curtain to reveal a theatre of red. Whumpee’s young and innocent cry was like receiving a reward for their hard work, months on end of stalking and relentless tailing had given them that rush of dopamine they so badly craved for.

Whumper pulled away, their hand still firmly grasped onto Whumpee’s face.

“Pretty thing… don’t you know how well this colour suits you?” They pulled the blade off of them and wiped the blood onto their jeans. Again, the blade rested on their next shoulder.

“Please! I’ll give you whatever you want. Stop! It hurts!”

Whumper raised an eyebrow. “Hurts? Oh I haven’t done anything to you yet. You should be lucky I’m so merciful—“

“Let me go already!”

Smack!

Whumper had slapped them across the face and then pulled their head towards them by the hair. “You don’t get to interrupt me.” They squeezed their scalp making them scream and cry again even louder. “Understand!?” Their fist clenched even harder into their hair.

“Stop! Okay! Please! Oh God, it hurts! Stop!” Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut and let themselves sob, their begging continued and for a moment, Whumper forgot they were holding onto them. Too focused on their adorable reaction.

With a slight shake of the wrist they finally let go. Violently pushing their head into the wall.

How they loved this feeling of power.

Their session was done for today, it was just an introduction after all. Whumper stood and stared down and their creation. The scar was even more beautiful watching it dry up slowly, tomorrow they hoped to paint some more.

~~~

MASTERLIST

#intimate whumper #whump #tw blood #whumpee #whumper #tw torture #tw kidnapping

[sweet-seishu]

you tease them on their bike

feat: mikey, draken, rindou, baji x fem reader

a/n: this is part 2 to this ask, cause for some reason people wanted it. all characters are aged up so if you even think about commenting about baji you can bite your tongue. i know mikeys is bad don't come for me.

network tag: @tokyometronetwork (m'gonna go back and tag the original bc i am dumb and forgot)

𝕄𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕐 i feel like with Mikey, it kind of depends on his mood as to how he would act. if he were having a good day, then tbh, i think he would playfully tease you right back once you both got home, literally would both be giggling yenno, that playful banter before he fucked you absolutely stupid, in a loving way ofc. but dark impulse mikey? bestie i wish you luck. you would have a small smile on your face, lightly scratching your nails along his abdomen thinking it was all fun and games but fuck were you wrong. he wouldn't say a damn thing to you when you got home, one roughly dragging you to the bedroom before bending you over the bed, literally ripping your pants and panties before freeing himself and slamming into you. you cried out at the intrusion "m-mikey! s'too much! -" but he only laughed, one of those mocking laughs before pulling you up by your hair, your back against his chest before he basically growled in your ear "this is what you wanted, so you're going to take it."

𝔻ℝ𝔸𝕂𝔼ℕ he is a calm and patient man, and he is really good at controlling himself, but we also know he can get mad. so when you decided to have some fun while he was driving you home, he paid no mind to it. you let your hands wander under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his chest and abs before going lower, rubbing over he fabric of his jeans, which caused a wave of arousal to spread through you both. he held in the groan that wanted to escape his lips, making you frown when you didn't get a reaction out of him. but when you both got home? it was a different story. instead of denying you, he would give you exactly what you want. he would have you completely at his mercy, tears falling down your cheeks as he overstimulates you. "c-cant anymore k-ken fuck!" you'd cry, trying to push him away but he only grinned. "thought this was what you wanted? isn't that why you decided to tease me?" your eyes widened as much as they could, apologies falling from your lips as he rutted into you, making you cry out as another orgasm hit you "that's my good girl" he'd smile at the fucked out look on your face, finally pulling out of you and giving you a breather. don't worry though, the aftercare was top tier.

ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕆𝕌 lol yeah right. he may be a green flag, but he doesn't do well with the teasing. he would straight up smack your hand away when you tried to tease him, growling to himself as he weaved through the traffic. you were nervous getting home, knowing how rough rindou could be with you. so when he sat down on the bed, pulling down his pants and yours, before pulling you onto his lap, giving you a sheepish grin "you're gonna ride me till i cum, you understand pretty?" all you could do was nod, moaning as you lowered yourself onto his thick shaft, setting a pace that was perfect for you until he smacked the side of your ass "gonna have to go faster pretty, could be here all night" so you picked up the pace, your legs hurt, you were so sensitive, and all rin did was stare at you, a mocking grin on his face, you wanted to tease him, so you'd be punished for it. but being the green flag he is he made sure you were okay afterwards.

𝔹𝔸𝕁𝕀 another one who wouldn't put up with it. he loved you dearly, and you did tease each other from time to time like any other couple would, but the minute he felt your hand on the bulge in his pants as he was driving you both home? yeah no, that wasn't gonna fly. it was late, so he drove you both to a park, parking his bike and basically dragging you to the darkest area before pinning you against a tree "think you're funny sweetheart?" he'd ask, the glare in his brown eyes so easy to see even in the dark "kei, m'sorry.." you'd whimper, gasping when he put his hand down your pants, smirking at the wetness that pooled in your underwear. you moaned as he circled your clit, nipping at your neck as he brought you closer and closer to your release, but hey, you teased him, so he pulled away the minute you told him you were close, making you whine as you looked at him, your breathing heavy. "you tease me i tease you" he shrugged, licking his fingers before walking back to his bike. you stood there baffled before following him. but don't worry, he made up for it when you both got home.

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[bits-and-babs]

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍!𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐒

-> OCT. 17 : PUSSY SLAPPING

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Dom!Austin!Elvis, fingering, spoilt orgasms, mentions of the cum-back special ;)

WC: 1015

[Kinktober Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Elvis’ mother used to say that his hands were a gift from God. That he had bestowed upon Elvis a Midas touch. Everything he touched became invaluable. A microphone, his guitar, his skill bled into each of his instruments and created art with such ease.

Elvis’ skills with his hands weren’t limited to his musical equipment. He reduced you to a sobbing wreck with such ease every time he touched you. He could play you, make you sing with the simplest of touches. He once pulled the most earth-shattering orgasm from you, exhausting you with his fingers alone when he murmured into your ear; “That’s my favourite song.”

However, Elvis wasn’t above punishing you for your bad behaviour either. The look on his face when his Comeback Special filming wrapped made it clear to you that he was less than pleased with the attitude you had been displaying. It’s not as though you’d been rude, or shown distaste towards the film crew. No, you’d just been eyeing him up during his renditions of Hound Dog, dragging your eyes down the length of his body and making it achingly clear whilst he was up on that stage and could do nothing about it that you wanted him.

What you hadn’t accounted for was how worked up Elvis would get. The strain in his voice, the ad-libbed moans he often did during Trouble suddenly a lot less theatrical and a lot more needy. By the time he was handing over his guitar to his security, you were feeling both giddy and guilty about what was in store.

“You, little miss, are comin’ with me,” he insisted, his thick southern drawl sending a chill down your spine with the way he ordered you around. You weren’t given much choice regardless, his hand firmly taking you by the wrist and pulling you behind stage to his dressing room.

The slam of the door told you that you certainly had crossed a line in the best way possible, his palm at your back pushing your chest and face into the surface of his dressing table. Elvis, never one to care much about his valuables, pushes the expensive colognes aside, their glass bottles only prevented from shattering by the thick rug under your feet.

“Elvis-“ You gasp as he rips your jeans down your hips, taking your underwear along with them. He’s angry, you like him like this.

“Little miss thought that she could mess around like that while I was on stage, hmm?” He muses cruelly, his hand winding its way around your front and settling at the apex of your thighs. “Thought she could make a scene and not be punished?”

You whimper softly, his index fingertip gently rubbing slow circles around your needy clit. Fuck, you were so horny, seeing him dance around on that stage in that leather suit that suited his body so good. His ass had looked incredible-

“Made me fuckin’ cum in my nice new suit, darlin’. Made me cum in front of all those people. And you liked it, didn’t you?” He sneered, his already soaked fingers slipping into your cunt with such ease. The cold metal of his horse-shoe shaped diamond ring bumping up against your entrance and causing you to gasp out loudly at the way he managed to find your g-spot almost instantaneously.

“I-, Oh- I’m sorry-“ You attempt to bargain, attempt to plead for mercy. It’s all part of the game and you know it. He’s not going to forgive you, you both like the punishment.

“No you’re not,” he laughs out, his fingertip rubbing up against that mind numbing spot that makes your jaw drop and your eyes roll back into your skull. “No you’re not!”

He swiftly withdraws his digits from your puffy, needy cunt and harshly slaps your clit so hard you swear you see stars, crying out his name and grasping at the edges of the dressing table so hard your knuckles go pale.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Wanted me to cream my fuckin’ pants on national tv. Wanted to be the reason Elvis Presley looks like a fuckin’ idiot didn’t you baby?” He murmurs into your ear, his body draped across your back in order to get as close as possible. You can feel his hard cock through the leather jumpsuit he is still wearing pressed against the curve of your ass as he slaps your cunt again, causing your body to jolt in shock.

“Answer me darlin’,” He insists, pulling his hand away as if to gear up for another spank of your poor, tingling cunt.

“Y-Yes! Yes it was what I wanted!” You cry out, grasping onto the table and whimpering softly as Elvis settles his hand over your pussy gently and carefully begins to rub circles over your clit again. You sob softly, body curling inwards slightly as he begins to build up your orgasm.

“See? That weren’t so hard was it?” He coos, his other hand slowly sliding up your sternum and underneath your shirt before squeezing your breast with his calloused palm. “You gonna apologise to me?”

“I’m sorry, Elvis,” you moan, sounding completely unashamed as you focus on your growing orgasm. Your toes curl in your shoes as you feel the peak grow and grow, Elvis’ dexterous fingers throwing you into the mind-numbing feeling.

“You gonna cum for me, little miss?” He whispers softly, the plump flesh of his lips gently tracing the shell of your ear. It’s as though his Southern accent crawls down your spine, settling in your lower abdomen and dragging you towards the edge.

“Ahh- Yes! Elvis-“ You gasp, bracing yourself for the fall.

“No you ain’t,” Elvis mutters, delivering a sudden and harsh spank to your clit. Your orgasm obliterates you, the stinging pain spoiling the pleasure somewhat despite the fact you double over with it, a loud wail of despair leaving your throat.

“Mhmm, see, now you know how it feels sugar,” Elvis muses, pressing gentle kisses to your head with a smirk. “You’re gonna have to ask nicely if you want another.”

END

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