#I'll think of something cursed to ask back 😈

[krisseratops]

Okay, I got challenged, so here's the most cursed I could come up with on the spot; what are the sexiest colors for saliva and what are the least sexy ones. Have fun. Heck, you can even make a tier list. (Look, you're me Vanom mutual. It leans itself toward a certain brand of inspirations)

Lmao thats a good one! I read the first sentence, immediately pictured Venom with his classic green slobber, mentally shifting it through the colour wheel before reading the rest and being hit like a ton of bricks by that callout 😭. Me? Predictable? Neverrrrr...

Okay, so! Sexy saliva colours! Lets seeeee (disclaimer: you are asking an aspec monsterfucker what I think is sexy, the results probs wont be very generalizable lol (...I remembered what site I'm on, so maybe it is generalizable after all...)):

Alright, I would say that sexy looking saliva should have some fun, funky colour. Something unusual, a little shocking. Which is most colours in this case really, but maybe like a bright blue or green or purple or red. Or hot pink. OR multicoloured! That kinda thing should make people go "Damn! 👀👀". Or black. Black is hot too. Black drool feels really otherwordly, almost symbiote-like, so yeah, lets go with that.

As for least sexy ones... that would be those with less savoury connotations. Like yellow, brown, any greenish yellow. Orange is kinda meh. Maybe red here too depending what school of colour theory you subscribe to (and how sexy you think blood is).

However, what will make saliva real sexy is if its glowing. Everything gets sexier when its glowing, trust me. Im talking neon, glow in the dark, looking like you just chewed a bunch of glowsticks. Now thats the stuff! 👌👌 Hella funky. Its not really colour, but I felt the need to include it in the sexy saliva rant. An honorary mention, if you will.

Aight, this turned rather long but I hope it sated you curiosity!

TLDR: Sexy colours: funky ones. Primary colours and bi colours (of course). And black. Also glowing neon colours! Less sexy colours: yellow and brown.

[obito-in-disguise]

How is my fav writer doing on this fine day 😈😈 Could you write sukuna x reader where she’s sleeping on him and bro is a softie (playing with her hair and saying how much he loves her and stuff) cuz he thinks she’s asleep. but at the end turns out reader was awake so he gets kinda shy or he’s like stfu u didn’t hear nothing THANK YOU😘😘

I'm fine bae thank you for asking 😩 this is so sweet, I hope you like it!

| In your dreams |

Reader catches Sukuna being a softie x

The room was quiet, lit only by the fading light of the dark blue evening sky.

Sukuna lay on his back, one arm cradling her against his chest, the other propped up behind his head.

Her breathing was slow and steady, warm against his skin. He should’ve been asleep by now, but his mind wouldn’t rest, not with her tucked so perfectly against him.

He lets his eyes trace the gentle curve of her face, memorizing every peaceful detail. Without thinking, he dipped his head and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead. Once wasn’t enough. Another followed, softer, as though he feared waking her.

His hand wandered to her back, fingers gliding up and down in lazy strokes before moving to the back of her head, cradling it softly, messing with the soft tufts of hair there.

His brows furrow, pulling his expression into something almost pained.

“What did you do to me?” he whispered, the words barely audible. There was wonder in his voice, laced with disbelief at the depth of his own vulnerability. The King of Curses reduced to this, a man enamored beyond reason.

“I dunno...”

Sukuna froze. His hand stopped mid-stroke, his smile dropping along with his stomach as he stared down at her. “…What?”

Busted. Her eyelids fluttered, lips curling into a sleepy smirk. “I dunno,” she repeated, voice thick with drowsiness.

He tenses before immediately straightening his back, clearing his throat in a panic. “You’re such an active dreamer. Go back to sleep, Y/N.”

She blinked, confused. "What-"

“Shhh,” he cuts her off. “You were dreaming again. Go back to sleep.”

She can't help but snort at his weak cover-up. "No, I wasn’t."

"Yes you were"

“I literally felt you messing with my hair-”

“Dream” he insists firmly, the word coming out with a little too much force. “All of it.”

Her soft giggles sound out as she opens her mouth to tease him more.

He grunts, rolling them over before she can speak, trapping her underneath him. "Shut up. Go back to sleep, or I'll crush you."

She wraps her arms around him, wiggling to get comfortable. “If it'll make you feel better sap.”

This was the part where he'd pinch her or flick her nose for calling him a sap but he simply stares down at her, waiting for her to fall back asleep.

His chest tightened in that way it always did when she was this close. His thumb brushed her cheek gently before he leaned down, placing another soft kiss to her forehead once he was absolutely sure she was asleep.

“Whatever" he muttered under his breath, sighing. "I’ll be a sap for you.”

He shuts his eyes, the steady rhythm of her breathing lulling him to sleep.

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[sereia4skz]

yaya. the craziest thing EVER happened.

so I was with minho, okay? I told you about him before, didnt I? well one evening he was in the kitchen, chopping some carrots. then I kept teasing him, get he remained composed. then be started to crack. he told me not to push him further. but you know how I am :))

I KEPT PUSHING 😈

till he snapped! literally, flipped us over, now I'm trapped behind the counter! now what I've been trying to get to, is when he took the knife he was using, and then he played with the blade up and down my chest, till he stopped and sunk it just a bit deeper, enough to draw blood. and oh my god. I love it so much??? who knew! I was so turned on, and the way he was ordering me around, really got to my head.

at the end, he asked if it was too much. i told him it was perfect. then, he said that's good, that he'd make it hurt more next time. and I haven't been well since.

i NEED that next time reia, you have NO idea. he's been really chill about it after, like it never happened, but I think he knows what he's done, doing, to me. maybe I'll just have to be extra irritating to make him crack. I need to hear him talk to me like that again. wish me luck!

1k Followers Event | a man and his breaking point

pairing: cat!Minho x fem!reader | part 1 | part 2

genre: smut

warnings: darker kinks than usual, knife kink, cuts, bleeding, rough sex, no protection, overstimulation, begging, brat!reader, marking

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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Babe, be careful how much you push… You should be ready for the consequences. A man only has so much patience.

kiss kiss- yaya

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It started as a game, a cruel, taunting little game. You'd spent the last two days prancing around Minho in nothing but barely-there shorts and his shirts, he could’ve sworn you pulled out of his dirty laundry. Tossing innocent smiles over your shoulder as if you didn’t know he could smell every ounce of arousal you tried to hide. The brat in you was relentless, purposefully brushing up against him when you passed, sighing his name when you stretched, bending over right in front of him to grab things you clearly didn’t need.

And worst of all , you hadn’t let him touch since your night together. He was polite, he was a patient man. But tonight, Minho’s tail flicked with violent irritation, pupils slit thin as he watched you curl on the couch again, legs bare, neck exposed, one little bratty comment leaving your lips about his cooking. 

The tight leash he kept his instincts on? Snapped. "Come here."

Your head tilted. “Why?” you asked, voice syrupy-sweet. “You mad about your food, Min?”

His jaw clenched. His eyes were all predator now. “Last chance.”

You smirked and turned back toward the TV, settled between two of the other boys, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. The next second, you were off the couch.

He moved so fast, you barely registered it, just a strong hand around your waist and a growl in your ear. “You wanna play games, sweetheart?” he hissed. “You better know how to lose.”

The world turns as he carries you off, you were thrown onto the bed moments later, breathless and thrilled. This was what you’d wanted, for Minho to snap. To drag you down into his heat and hold you there.

“Strip.”

You paused. He took a step forward, his claws were out now, glinting faintly in the dim light. You took off your shirt… his shirt slowly. Then your shorts. Panties last, with the kind of drawn-out wriggle that earned a rough curse from him.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

The rope was soft, silken, Minho’s movements were tight, practiced, restrained. The more careful he was, the more you knew he was holding back something fierce. You were so in for it.

"Now," he purred, dragging a claw beneath your chin, lifting it until you met his burning eyes, "tell me what exactly made you think it was smart to tease a cat hybrid for days like that."

You blinked up innocently. “Maybe I like seeing you desperate.”

Minho laughed,  a quiet, dangerous thing.

"You don’t want me desperate, sweetheart." His hand slid around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “You want me mean.”

Snick… a blade? Your breath caught, just like it had that night at the kitchen counter. 

It was one of his favorite knives, a sleek black thing he cleaned obsessively. You watched his pupils dilate as he ran the cool metal flat against your collarbone.

“You wanna be a brat?” he murmured. “Then you’ll take what you’re given.”

The first cut wasn’t a cut at all,  just a gentle press, cool metal that ghosted down the slope of your breast, tracing the outside curve. Your whole body went still, breath shallow, thighs twitching.

Minho smirked. “Sensitive tonight, huh?”

He dragged the blade lower, stopping just above your belly. “Keep still,” he warned, “or I start carving little reminders into your thighs.”

You whimpered. He was careful, so careful, so intimidating but so safe. Like he had you, and he wouldn't let anything hurt you but you could still feel the edge of danger in every motion. He teased your skin with the flat of the knife, then the tip, circling your nipples, dragging the point over your stomach, down between your thighs. Never quite touching you, not yet.

“Color?”

Your voice cracked. “Green.”

Minho kissed your thigh. “Good girl.”

He pressed the cold steel to your inner thigh, making you flinch.

Then again,  higher.

Just as he leaned in, hot breath ghosting over your aching cunt, you whispered, “Still want to fuck me, huh, Min?”

A beat. The knife dropped to the mattress.

And then his mouth was on you.

You yelped as he devoured you, all tongue and growl and punishing rhythm. No teasing now. No mercy. You could barely think, hands bound, body shaking, hips held down by a firm arm as he licked you like he was starving.

“L-let me… fuck- please-”

Minho pulled back, lips glistening. “Not yet.”

You sobbed.

He flipped you onto your stomach with ease, tugged your hips up, and slid the knife — just the flat side, across your spine.

“You don’t get to come until I say,” he growled. “You want to tease? You want to act like a mouthy little brat who doesn’t need her hybrid?”

You nodded frantically.

Minho grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back.

“Then you earn your orgasms. Beg.”

You begged. You pleaded. For his cock. His fingers. For anything.

"Can I mark you? Give me your color." he whispers in your ear, gentler than he's been all night. 

You nod so fast, he hold your head down to stop you from giving yourself whiplash. He runs the blade on your upper thighs, knife digging into the flesh, ever so lightly. He's careful, calculated, slowly carving out a line, the light blood feels almost cold against your heated skin, you feel him carve out three more lines before his rough tongue licks up the blood. 

"There all mine" he licks the small 'M' he cut. Not deep enough to really scar, just enough that it'll be a shade lighter for a couple weeks after it heals. "Still okay?"

You wiggle around, "Want you, Min, please!"

Minho finally gave in, only now that you're sobbing into the sheets, skin flushed and trembling. He pressed into you slowly, thick and hard and punishing as he bottomed out with a groan.

“Fuck, you feel needy,” he snarled. “Took all that teasing just to get stuffed full, huh?”

You whimpered.

He fucked you, rough, relentless, dragging out every inch of punishment your bratty mouth had earned. His fingers stayed on your hips, claws digging into the soft flesh like he wanted to mark you deep. The rope bit your wrists. His hips slapped into yours again and again, and you came around him screaming, trembling so violently your legs gave out.

But Minho didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, kept you on the edge, overstimulated and raw, your cunt clenching around his, so sensitive… Your throat was sore and you couldn’t stop saying his name.

Finally, he pressed the flat of the knife back to your spine. “Think you’ll behave next time?”

You nodded, drooling.

Minho chuckled darkly, thumbing at the cuts on your thighs. “I don’t believe you.”

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[dakusan]

Hi!! Been reading for a while and finally built up the courage to make an ask

I was just wondering how it’d go down if their doll refused to let them feed or maybe just isn’t as into it as they usually are. For example, Maybe they had an argument and they haven’t exactly forgiven SKZ. Will they stop, ask for consent, maybe even apologise? Or will they go absolutely feral?

Im genuinely curious on the how different each of them will respond to the situation

(Ps: absolutely love the series! Absolutely love how you relate it to real life facts. Coming from a nerd like myself, it really adds on to the depth of the series)

OH ANON... You just bit into the emotional jugular of vampire!SKZ dynamics and I am SO READY TO FEAST. This is the "what happens when the blood doll says no" scenario — and it is a MASTERCLASS in dominance, control, guilt, restraint, and unholy need. 😈🩸

Let's break it down. One vampire at a time. Assume: they've had an argument. You're not speaking. You're still bonded. They're starving. You say "Don't feed from me."

Now what?

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Bang Chan

He freezes. Instantly. Because it's not just about blood—it's about connection. And if you're refusing him, it means something is broken.

"You... don't trust me right now." Soft. Low. Dangerous in its grief.

He won't feed. At all.

Will spiral alone in his office, feverish and trembling. He'd rather collapse than take from you without permission. He will apologise. Not once—relentlessly. The kind that hurts to hear.

But if you touch his wrist first? Even slightly? He'll be on his knees in seconds, eyes glowing, voice wrecked.

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Lee Minho

He says nothing. Just stands there. Cold. Still. Seething.

"Fine." One word. Sealed like a curse.

He won't force it. Not ever. But he won't beg either. Instead, he'll disappear. For hours. Days. The absence will feel haunting. You'll find the bloodstains on his collar. You'll realise he's not feeding at all. Not from you. Not from anyone.

But one night, he'll appear beside your bed and say softly:

"Don't punish yourself just to punish me." And he'll hold out his wrist—offering his blood first.

MINI NOTE: Minho is offering his blood as a symbolic act of submission and atonement, not for feeding.

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Seo Changbin

Immediate guilt. Immediate panic.

"What? No—no, no, it's okay, I'm sorry, please—" already backing off, already shaking

He might've come in hot, needing you, growling under his breath— But the second you say "Don't"? His heart shatters.

He'll retreat, breathing heavy like he's trying not to explode. Slams his fists into the wall. Can't look at you. Too ashamed.

Eventually curls up somewhere far away and whimpers your name into a pillow. Won't feed again until you offer.

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Hwang Hyunjin

At first? He doesn't believe you. Thinks it's the heat of the moment.

"You don't mean that. You're just... angry." Gentle. Hopeful. Desperate.

But when you pull away for real? His entire expression drops. Like glass cracking.

He turns his head. Doesn't speak. For hours. Just sits in a chair, staring out the window like some sad male lead K-drama actor.

Later that night, he'll paint you. And in the corner of the canvas, he'll write:

"You are still the only thing I crave."

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Han Jisung

Absolute spiral.

"What?? WAIT—no, no no no—BABY?? I thought were—???"

He starts talking a mile a minute, trying to joke his way through it. But when you stay quiet? He breaks. Fast. Hard. Slams himself against a wall like he's trying to physically escape the craving.

"I'll leave. I'll go. I'm not—I'm not gonna take anything. You're not a vending machine. You're—fuck. You're you."

Later sends you 87 apology texts. One is a voice note of him sobbing. One is a meme. More apologies.

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Lee Felix

Freezes mid-motion.

"...You don't want me to?" Soft. Hurt. But not angry.

He backs up immediately. Doesn't ask questions. Doesn't protest. Just... pulls his hoodie over his mouth and curls into a corner like a kicked puppy.

He'll cry in silence later. Won't feed for days. Becomes visibly weaker. Pale.

Until you brush his hair back one night and whisper, "I'm ready... and I'm sorry."

Then he feeds so slowly and sweetly.

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Kim Seungmin

Doesn't react at first. You say "Don't feed from me." He simply... blinks.

"Understood." Flat. Robotic. Calculated

You'll think he's fine. Until you check the logs and realise he hasn't fed from anyone since. Until you realise he's gone. not physically. But emotionally.

He builds walls fast. Shuts you out. Protects you from him. Because if you don 't want him close, he won't risk taking even a drop.

You'll have to be the one to knock.

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Yang Jeongin

Confused. Panicked. Then—defensive.

"Did I... do something wrong?? I didn't mean—I thought—" starts stuttering, starts spiralling

He paces. Fast. Then just sits on the floor, head in his hands. He wants to apologise but he also wants to scream. He doesn't understand why it hurts so much until the bond shakes and he realises he was feeding not just for blood—but for you.

Later, he brings you some tea and a note:

"I won't feed 'til you smile again."

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Your ask?? Injected directly into my bloodstream.

The fact that you noticed the science threads—the lore, the biology, the emotional logic—makes me want to write you an annotated blood-stained thesis titled: “The Neurochemical Implications of Being Obsessed with Vampires and Also Hot.”

You are so welcome here. Thank you for being curious. Thank you for biting in. Thank you for making this blood universe feel alive 🩸💋🕯️

[1800bitchcraft]

Put It On Me

A/N: and here it is! The Dom!Reader x Ford fic absolutely nobody asked me for 😂 for real though I had way too much fun writing this. I'll honestly probably write more fics like this in the future; idk what it is but there's just something about making a strong man weak that gets me goin, yknow? 😈👹

CW: cum eating, dom!reader, sub!Ford, pussyjob, overstim, mommy kink kinda???, but not really, idk you decide, dry humping, begging, riding, uuuuhhh I think that's it??, lemme know if I missed anything

!!! MDNI OR I WILL CURSE YOU WITH WET SOCKS !!!

"You've got to be kidding me."

Your voice, thick and sluggish with sleep, broke Ford out of his concentration. His head snapped up, turning in his chair to look at you where you stood in the doorway to his study, arms crossed and looking severely irritated. He smiled sheepishly, realizing he'd been caught, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm so sorry, darling, did I wake you?" You looked at him, clearly nonplussed. He chuckled a little, nervous at your continued silence.

"Yes, actually. I was having a really, really good dream, too. So imagine my surprise when I woke up, feeling particularly in need of my boyfriends attention only to find said boyfriend completely missing from our bed." You looked at him pointedly, stepping closer to him until you were directly in front of him. Despite the fact that now was not the time, Ford couldn't help himself from staring at you. You were just so pretty, even irritated and sleep-mussed, and he couldn't help the trickle of heat in his belly.

You weren't wearing anything special, just an oversized t-shirt (his t-shirt, he realized) but if Ford angled his head just right he could see a flash of your pretty black panties between your thighs. He swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly feeling dry. The plush softness of your thick thighs pressed and rubbed together as you shifted on your feet, and as his eyes traveled up, he could just make out the shape of your breasts. Pressed together by the crossing of your arms over your chest, you uncrossed them to plant a hand on one hip, the curve of it jutting out and he watched your chest move as it fell back to a more natural position. Heat slowly spread over his cheeks as he caught sight of the beginnings of a flush creeping down your neck. The gentle curve of it woefully unmarked. His gaze flickered up to your face and there was that pretty, pretty blush. Spread over the apples of your cheeks and cascading down your skin. You were softly biting at the inside of your lower lip, pouty mouth parted just barely. Your eyes were lidded and darkened, gazing back at him with a heat that made his heart rate pick up and flutter. He knew that look.

"Oh," he muttered, surprisingly ineloquent but then, you always had that effect on him. Rendered him speechless and flustered with just a look or a well-placed touch. If you were anyone else, he'd loathe you for the loss of control. But with you, he found himself leaning into it, craving it, more often than not.

"Tch," you scoffed, stepping closer and he spread his legs readily, giving you space to lean in. Giving him space to reach out and touch. "I tell you that I woke up because I needed you, and all you can say is 'oh?'" You muttered, lifting a leg to perch on his chair, calf pressed tightly against the outside of his thigh as your knee slid back until it met with the back of his chair.

Like this, he could feel the heat of you like a beacon, beckoning him closer. He leaned in, seeking you out like he always did, like he was helpless to do. The heat in his belly was growing in earnest, now. Stoked by the narrowing of your eyes, the way he could feel the desire and irritation rolling into one and blending into something new. His palms slid up the back of your thighs, pressing and tugging, urging you closer. He wanted you on him, needed to feel your soft curves pressed against him.

You leaned in despite yourself before a flash of indignation curling in your chest caused you to slide a hand into his curls at the base of his neck. Fingers tangled and pulled tightly, urging his head back to bare the line of his throat to you. The sting caught him off guard, but the arousal that shot through him surprised him even more. Unable to help himself, his lips parted on a whine as his cock suddenly twitched in his pants.

Silence followed. One beat, then two. Then suddenly you were in his lap, pressed tightly against him as you leaned down and licked into his mouth. You swallowed the moan he let out. Shifting and lowering your body, you rolled your hips against his in a dirty grind and Ford's hands slid up to grip and squeeze at your ass.

You parted slowly, saliva connecting your lips as you stared down at him. Your grip in his hair had relaxed somewhat but your fingers twitched back to life with a vengeance and you pulled another whimper out of him with a harsh tug. Your eyes glittered, dark and fascinated, and Ford was suddenly worried he might not make it out alive.

"Fuck, you really like that, huh?" You murmured, arousal threaded through your voice. Ford inhaled sharply, embarrassment and thick, heady heat flooding through his body. His blush returned with a vengeance and he nearly choked when you rolled your hips against him again and leaned in to nip at his throat. "I asked you a question, pretty," you murmured, low and amused. You bit at him again and he sighed, helpless to be anything but putty in your hands.

"I-- y-yes, honey- fuck, please," he bit out, voice hot and wet and it made your pussy throb. You kissed gently at the places you'd bitten, shifting up until you met at the sensitive spot just below his jaw.

"Please what?" You hummed. Ford's blush was now spreading down to his neck, his hands squeezing and rubbing and stroking any part of you he could reach. Mesmerized by this new, dominating side of you. "Cmon, now, please what?" You cooed again, voice ever so slightly mocking. You moved away from him and Ford couldn't stop the desperate little whine from escaping him. He turned his face, attempting to hide from the embarrassment burning through him when you leaned up and looked down at him. But your hand in his hair pulled again, sharply, and he immediately looked back at you.

"Fuck- please, darling, I- I need to feel you," his eyes were glossy and unfocused as he looked at you. Half lidded and dark with the insidious want now pooling through his limbs and warming him from the inside out. Making him desperate to touch you, to please you, anything so you'd just keep looking at him like that.

"Good boy," you purred at him and the pure, white hot pleasure that sparked through him had his eyes fluttering and hips jerking up into yours. You bit your lip, mesmerized at seeing your normally oh-so-composed boyfriend absolutely falling apart under you.

"God, you're so fucking pretty like this, Ford," you breathed. Your voice was soft and reverent, like seeing him like this was a religion to you. It made his cock twitch and leak, messy and wet against his thigh. But he couldn't find it in himself to stop it. Not when you looked at him like that, not when it felt so good.

You let yourself drink him in. Appreciating him as you rarely got the chance to. His shirt was rucked up a little, allowing you a glimpse of a soft, muscled belly and the dark happy trail that decorated it. His thighs tensed under you as you let your hands drift down. He whined again, soft and needy, and you shushed him gently.

"Let me appreciate you," you murmured. He tilted his head back against the headrest with a huff, and you chuckled. "S'the least you could do yknow," you said, soft and teasing. Letting him know you didn't really mean it, you weren't really upset with him. "After you left me in that big bed, all alone...." You trailed off, hands smoothing over broad shoulders before drifting down to his chest and squeezing. You heard his breath hitch, arching a brow as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth and look away. Aw, he's shy.

"So, so pretty," you murmured lowly. Letting your nails scratch lightly over cloth-covered nipples. Pinching and tweaking at them through his shirt to see the way he writhed under you. Back bowing softly to arch into your touch, even as he bit lightly into his palm to muffled the whimpery moans that wanted to break free.

"Mmmnn lemme hear you, pretty boy," you purred. He shuddered under you, eyes filled with desire. You reached up a hand, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and tugging his hand away from his face. He swallowed thickly, unable to break away from the stare you had him locked in. You chose that moment to gently pinch his right nipple, drawing your thumb over it to soothe the sting. His brow furrowed, kiss bitten lips parting as he let out a needy whine of your name.

You abandoned your place at his chest, belly fluttering as he protested. A weak, whiny little "babyyy" falling from his lips and only serving to make you wetter. You shushed him, crawling out of his lap and tugging him up onto his unsteady feet. He didn't have to stand for long because you turned and pushed him directly into the couch. He fell onto it, dizzy with arousal and this new power dynamic between you.

You stood in front of him, smirking slightly as you took in his flushed and ruined state. Seeming to sense what you wanted from him, he swallowed. Then: "Darling," his voice was rough, hoarse, with a little bit of a pleading edge. "Please darling," he murmured and you hummed thoughtfully, stepping close enough for him to touch you and he reached for you immediately. Moaning as if you were stroking his cock when he touched you and his palms slid under your shirt.

"Honey," he started again, lifting your shirt then leaning in to kiss your bare tummy. You sighed softly, leaning into the touches. Your hand came up to gently play with his hair and you tilted your head to look down at him.

"Yes?" You cooed. He shivered. "What do you want?" The tips of his ears burned red.

"Don't-" he swallowed. He sighed and his warm breath skated over the covered mound of your cunt. "Don't make me say it." He did whine then, sounding bratty and mulish, but the look in his eyes as he gazed up at you told you something different. Begged you to force his hand, feeling as drunk on this new dynamic as you were. You hummed and cupped his cheek, smiling as he leaned into the touch.

"Say it," you breathed. "Tell me what you want- beg me for it." Ford groaned against your skin, mouth open and panting. You felt the press his hooked nose as he nuzzled as you then nipped at your hip bone. You let him stall. Let him kiss and paw and whine at you while refusing to do anything, letting him frustrate himself. It was when he nipped at the underside of your breast, a soft plea of your name leaving him, that you snapped and tugged his head back sharply by the hair. You glared down at him, ignoring the way his eyes fluttered and hips jerked up into nothing. "You're stalling."

"Fffuuuuck-" he breathed the word out on a chest-deep moan. He looked up at you, mouth open, and the look in his eyes made you throb. Adoring. Worshipful. You moved your hand from his hair to his neck. Fingers squeezing gently on the sides, thumb stroking along his skin. You felt him swallow. "Please, darling. You were upset because I left you, right?" You arched a brow and he swallowed. "Then let me make up for it." Your belly clenched and your breath hitched.

"And how do you suggest I do that? Hm?" You said. Ford's breath left him in a rush. He tugged you closer until you straddled him, knees pressed into the cushions as you deliberately held yourself over his lap, wanting to break him. The hand on his throat squeezed and he moaned.

"Use me," he finally said, breathless. "Use me, wreck me, ruin me. Stardust, please, I- you can do anything, have anything- take what you want from me, darling, I just need you." His begging had the desired effect. You shoved him back, hand on his chest, and he went with a soft thud into the couch cushions. You tugged his shirt off, then yours. Tossing both of them to the floor in a pile. Your panties joined soon after, but you dropped them to the side on the couch. Ford might've questioned that if you didn't then tap his hip and, once he lifted them, shucked off his pajama bottoms leaving him bare.

You bit your lip as you caught sight of his cock; flushed and leaking from the thick, pink mushroom tip. You wrapped a hand around him, stroking and coating him in his own wetness. Ford's hips bucked with a whine.

"Yknow, I'm not mad at you, right?" You asked, a gentle hand on his cheeks turning his bleary gaze to yours. He smiled then, soft and sweet, nodding in agreement. You tapped a finger lightly to the tip of his nose, smiling even as you finally, blessedly, settled your hips down on him. Trapping his cock between his thigh and the dripping seam of your cunt. You rolled your hips, moaning with him as you started up a slow, rolling rhythm.

"Mmmmnnn, fuck," you moaned, belly deep. Your head tipped back, pouty lips open and panting softly. Twitching every time he hit your clit just right. "God, I love your cock, Stanford- fuck, I love you," were he in his right mind, he might've been embarrassed by how just those three simple words made his toes curl and his cock twitch against you. As it was though, he was on cloud nine while simultaneously suffering levels of torture he didn't know were possible.

"Sweetheart-- honey, fuck, please I- I need-- I can't-" he panted, unsure how to vocalize the vicious want gnawing at his insides. You shushed him with a gentle, slightly mocking coo and leaned in. Your hands cupped his face, forehead pressed against his as you just breathed each other's air. Mouths open and panting, Ford thought he might be drooling but he couldn't be bothered to care with your slow, even pace and how he could just feel your dripping entrance twitching and sucking at the tip of his cock. He felt like his brain might actually be melting.

"You can and you will," you murmured. Your voice rolled over him, thick and smooth like honey. "You wanted to make it up to me? Well this is what I want; you'll let me play with you, won't you?" Your words were spinning a sticky web around his thoughts. Narrowing his world down to just you and your voice and your skin on his. It only stoked the flames higher. Your hands slid down his neck to his chest, starting to tweak and play with his nipples again. His hips bucked up against you and his arms wrapped around you, nails scratching lightly at your back as he moaned wetly against your skin. Hiding his face in your chest like that might hide him from the pleasure crashing through him.

He nodded furiously. "Yesyesyes, God, fuck yes- I'd let you do anything-- anything you wanted to me-- Nngh h-hhah--" his smooth voice cracked, broke on a moan as he felt the way you coated him. Drowned him in your slick until it was dripping down his balls. You scratched your nails over his chest, leaving stinging rows of red that sparked along his nerves. Making his hips jerk and buck underneath you. And though he could've easily overpowered you, he didn't. He chose to stay like this, trapped beneath you, writhing and completely at your mercy.

"God, you're so perfect- so good, letting me play with you like this," you mumbled into his hair. Both of you shuddered as his tip caught on your needy, clenching hole. He muffled a shout against you as you started moving your hips in short, thrusting grinds that had you fucking just the head of his cock in and out of you. "So, so good for me-- so pretty, love seeing you like this." You spoke again, and Ford could've cursed and praised you with how intent you seemed on stripping him bare until he was nothing but a mess of want and pleasure.

"Love seeing you all fucked out n'dumb- not a thought in that big, beautiful brain of yours, hm?" He shook his head furiously, immediately.

"Just-- god, just you, only you, only- onlyy- please, baby, please please I need to be inside you, Fuh-fuck-" his deep baritone was hoarse and pitchy, whiny as he pleaded for your pussy and you oozed out another thick drip of slick around the head of his cock.

"No, baby- shhhh shhh," you soothed him as he gripped handfuls of your ass and sobbed against your chest at that. "Wan'y to cum like this first. Y'think you can do that for me? Think you can cum f'me? Get me all messy, mark me?"

It was the picture that painted: a lurid image of your slick, pretty pussy dripping with him. Plus the fact that he was already teetering on the edge, so close that he didn't even realize until it was suddenly barreling through him and he was tumbling over. The noises he let out were pornographic. High, whimpery moans and soft little gasping 'hh-hhaah-aaahh's' that made your starved and needy pussy clench tightly around the head of his cock. Still just sat inside you as he came.

You stroked your fingers through his hair as he panted and shook against you. Dizzy with the aftershocks. "God, Ford, you're so beautiful," you murmured, hushed and reverent. "So, so good for me. So perfect, so-" you were cut off when Ford suddenly grabbed and shifted you, moving you so that you sat on the couch and he was on his knees in front of you. So fast you hardly had time to blink but you reacted quickly. Bare foot coming up to press lightly against his chest, stopping him. Not a no, per se. But definitely a warning.

Your lips parted to speak, voice and expression equally bewildered, but Ford beat you to it. "Sweetheart," he choked out. Trying to sound anything but wrecked and failing. "C'mon, honey, gotta- gotta lemme taste you, please? Please darling?" He kissed at your ankle, feeling your weakening resolve in the way you still allowed him to touch you. So he slid your foot up until it dangled over his shoulder. Your leg bending as he slowly inched closer, dark lidded eyes practically drowning in hearts with the way he was looking at you.

You blushed, covering your mouth slightly and turning your head. "Ford, that's- you're filthy," you admonished him with nothing but the heat of desire in your voice. He rumbled a low chuckle, now close enough that your knee hooked over his shoulder and he was kissing and licking at your inner thigh. One hand came over to push at your other knee and spreading you wide. He looked down, caught the absolute dripping mess he'd left between your thighs, and groaned. He actually thought he might drool, having to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth.

"Might be filthy but just for you," he quipped. He nipped at your inner thigh, watching the way you twitched and your poor pussy gushed out another thick dollop of his cum mixed with your slick. "Fuck, honey," his voice rumbled with a groan. "Lemme taste you, please? Wanna- wanna be good for you, let me clean up my mess. Yeah, honey?" The way he begged, voice soft and reverent and broken by his own need. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as he licked your inner thighs clean.

"Fuck, Ford, you're so-- oh, so needy," you murmured. Bringing a hand down to tangle in his hair and sighing when he whimpered. "Needed a break from that brain of yours, didn't you, baby?" You cooed when he nodded furiously, looking up at you with dazed eyes. Panting hot and open mouthed against your skin. "Feels good, doesn't it? You wanna make me feel good too? Gonna ask me nicely for it? Hm?" You were teasing him, unable to stop with how pretty he looked all gone on you. You weren't prepared for his response, though.

"Fuck, please ma-- ma'am," he whined the words, swallowing thickly as a blush colored his skin. His eyes closed, trying to hide from the embarrassment he could feel bubbling up. You noticed the way he stuttered, how could you not? But you kept it to yourself, too flustered by the way the honorific had your toes curling.

"Oh, y'gonna say that again for me? I couldn't hear you," you cooed softly, gently. Shushing him when he whimpered and cupping his jaw. Gently tugging his lower lip free from between his teeth. Breath hitching when he fluttered his eyes open, staring at you as he lapped slightly at your thumb.

"Please, ma," he muttered. Finally. Spitting out the word that had been on the tip of his tongue, that he'd tried to bury beneath a more polite title, ears bright red now. The way you looked at him, though: teeth digging in to your plush lower lip, eyes hooded and searing with heat, your thighs falling open just that littlest bit further. He couldn't regret it when you looked at him like that. He nipped gently at the tip of your thumb, hips rolling as his cock twitched with renewed interest.

"Please, wanna be good for you-- I- I wanna taste you, fuck, need to taste you," he whimpered as your hand in his hair tightened. He was so close to your pussy that his every exhale caressed you. It made you shiver and moan. "'Sides, I made a mess. Don't I gotta clean up after m'self?" His words slurred slightly, rolled over with a slight accent you couldn't place. One you'd rarely heard, outside of him being drunk. But it always made you wet, seeing the perfectly prim and polished facade of your boyfriend fall away. You nodded, finally, and your grip loosened enough for Ford to dive in. Literally.

If you had any doubts about the ferocity of Ford's desire, you certainly didn't now. At the first taste of you mixed with the flavor of his own cum as it drooled from your slick, needy entrance onto his tongue, Ford was a goner. Not that he wasn't out of his mind with you already, but the way he grabbed at you. Large, rough hands sliding under your ass to grip at the fat and pin you to his mouth. You couldn't run away, even if you wanted to, so your only option was to lean into the overwhelming sensation. You tangled your fingers in his hair immediately, pulling and tugging as you rolled your hips against his face. Using him, grinding into him when the curve of his nose hit your clit just right.

"Thaaaat's it- fuck, so good. Love it when you u-use me," his words were muffled, spoken directly into your pussy and you moaned. Hips jerking as his tongue slid up just to play with your clit.

Your thighs were trembling where you had them tucked tightly around his ears. Heels digging into his back as he ate you out with loud, messy sounds. Your cunt squelched and cried as he licked you, now only able to taste you and nothing else on his tongue. He could tell by the way you clenched, body shivering, that you were close and he whined into your cunt. Dark eyes locked with yours over your pussy. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were so pleading. He looked like a puppy begging for scraps and it made you gush all over his face. You watched as his eyes rolled back, the sloppy sounds of him eating you out the only thing you could hear.

"Fuck, fuck m'gonna cum- gonna, fuck, baby-- baby, I'm- a-ah-!" You could hardly get the words out. Hips rolling, dragging your pussy against his face as you soaked him. Ford whimpered, sliding his tongue into you as far as he could just to feel you clench and pulse. Feel the way your cum dripped right into his desperate, needy mouth. He was well past hard again, feeling his cock twitch and leak against his thigh. But he kept licking at your cunt until you were dragging him off of you. Planting your foot back on his chest to gently push him back.

He went willingly, flat on his back on the floor until suddenly you were spilling into his lap. Kissing him, sloppy and wet, hot little hands touching everywhere, anywhere they could and making him moan into your mouth. He felt your pussy slide over his length, making him twitch and his head fall back against the floor with a thunk.

"F-Fuck- can't, I can't-- need you, need to be inside you pleaseplease mama, please I need it--" you shivered at how desperately he begged you for your pussy. How he was so needy he couldn't even begin to feel shame for it. This was what you wanted; your sweet, precious little genius fucked out of his mind. Unable to think about or focus on anything else. You wanted to take care of him and you didn't even realize you'd said it out loud until Ford was nodding furiously. Focusing hazy, tear glossed puppy eyes on you. Tangling his fingers with yours and dragging your hand up to kiss at your knuckles, even as you notched him at your entrance.

"God, yes-- y'always take such good care of me, ma- make me feel s'good, so-- so fucking good, fuck." You kept your hands intertwined, squeezing tightly as you sunk down the length of his cock. Your breath left you in a rush when you bottomed out and you moaned, head dropping forward as his dropped back. His back met the floor, a long drawn out whine of your name leaving him, when you started riding him in earnest. Picking up your hips and dropping them back down, punctuated with slutty rolls of your hips that had him gasping.

"Hhhah-- shit, m'not gonna last, n-not when you-- fffffuck when y'do that," his wheezy exhale was referring to the way you moved your hips. Lethal to his self control and he loved it. You leaned forward, pressing your chest to his and planting your hands on either side of his head. This had the added effect of shifting him inside you so that his cock, aided by its natural curve and your positioning, dragged every inch of itself along your g-spot. Your toes curled even as you pouted down at him.

"Awwww, s'my poor baby had enough?" You cooed. The tone of your voice was gentle, deceptively sweet, but so mocking. It made him turn his head, kissing at your wrist and whining as his tip left drippy, messy kisses against your cervix.

"N-No, I- god, I could never get en-nough of you," he murmured, blushing high and pretty atop his perfectly carved cheeks. You took the opportunity presented to you to bite at his exposed throat, earning yourself another flurry of sweet noises as you marked him.

"Mmmnn good," you purred, right up next to his ear. You felt his hips flex under you, knew he was trying to restrain the need to buck up into you. "Shhh," you murmured when he whimpered, frustrated with the slow pace. "Lemme take care of you, baby. Y'take such good care of me," you sat up then, and he moaned at the loss of your skin. Immediately gripped your hips in his hands and just squeezed. "Y'gonna be a good boy n'let mama take care of you?" You cooed sweetly, gratified when his eyes fluttered and a low, punched out groan sounded from his chest.

"Y-Yeeess-" he said, hissing through his teeth as you rocked your hips in a figure 8. He blinked tear glossed eyes up at you, tilting his head back and baring his throat with a moan when you wrapped your hand around it, fingertips digging into the sides and leaving him dizzy with the resulting headrush. "Fuck, yes, yes please wanna- wanna be good f'you." His brows were knitted together and a fresh rush of slick coated his cock at the picture he painted.

"Then cum for me," you said, picking up your pace. "C'mon, baby, want you to fill me up-- God, y'fill me up so well." You devolved into moans as Ford’s grip on your hips tightened. His orgasm took him by surprise; sneaking up on him and grabbing him in a chokehold as the pleasure tore through him. He had to bring a hand to his face, biting into his own palm to try and muffle the shout of pleasure that left him as he filled you. You rode him through his high, whining at the sensation of him twitching and filling your poor pussy to the brim. Panting, you laid down. Pressing your chest to Ford’s, he stroked your hair and back as you both slowly came down.

"Y'know," Ford started up after a few moments of silence. "If this is what I get, I might have to pull some all nighters more often." He laughed when you gasped and pinched his cheek, swatting you away lightly.

"Stanford Pines, you'd better not!" You hissed and he laughed. "I'm serious! You need sleep- and don't go giving me that attitude, either!" You sighed, looking at his handsome face and feeling the fight drain out of you. Your hand gently caressed the planes of his face before you gripped his jaw, squishing his cheeks slightly to get his attention. "Really, honey, I mean it. You gotta take care of yourself. And, if that means I gotta put you out of your head a little to do that, then I will." Ford stared at you, feeling a little awestruck and even more in love with you if that was even possible. He felt his heart pick up a little pitter patter and nodded when he realized you were waiting for an answer.

"Yesh ma'am!" You released him, pressing your forehead to his as you both chuckled softly. You stared into his pretty brown eyes, lost in the depths, when a thought occurred to you and you smiled impishly. Ford swallowed, he knew that look. There was a moment of silence, then:

"So... 'mama,' huh?" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as you cackled.

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Ghost From The Past (MV x OC!)

Chapter 7: Long Road Ahead

Note: sorry guys, they just become toxic all over again. I love red flags 😈

Coming back to Miami after four years felt surreal. They had managed to slip through the airport, avoiding the press, and were now inside Beatrice's apartment building, unseen. Max had been quiet ever since they left the hospital, answering shortly to her questions. She hadn't pressed him, thinking nothing of it. After all, who could blame him? Who would be in a mood for chatter, being wheeled around in a wheelchair, not being able to do anything without someone's help? Beatrice decided to focuse on him instead, on the Max she knew beneath the frustration. A person, not an invalid.

In the elevator's large mirror, she kept looking at his reflection. His head stayed bowed, his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor, light years away from hers. The doors finally slid open, revealing her spacious living room bathed in warm glow of Miami sunshine. Everything was exactly as she had left it - tidy, well-maintained, and she had Chloe to thank for it. She kept checking in, overlooking the place for the last years because Beatrice decided long ago that it was Max who needed tending, not her house miles away from him.

Max looked around silently, observing the place and slowly taking in every detail. Then, so she almost missed it, he murmured something. ''It's beautiful.''

Beatrice's heart softened at his quiet observation. It was the most he'd said since they left the hospital, a small crack in the thick silence. ''Thank you,'' she replied softly, her voice gentle. ''It's home. That's what's important.''

She wheeled him further into the room, towards the large windows overlooking the vibrant city underneath them.

''Do you want to sit here by the window?'' she asked, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. ''You can see the ocean from here on a clear day. Also, I will rearange the furniture so that the table and sofa are near the window, so you're more comfortable. I already notified my housekeeping; they'll come tomorrow and make some more changes upstairs too. I want you to feel at home here, Max.''

He nodded slowly, his gaxe still distant, but he didn't resist it. ''I'll make us some coffee,'' she said, moving towards the kitchen area. ''Or tea? Whatever you prefer.''

''Coffee,'' he murmured, his voice still low.

As she waited for the coffee machine to start, Beatrice glanced back at him. He hadn't moved a muscle. She knew this wouldn't be easy. He wasn't just adjusting to a new way of life; he was returning to a life he had left behind, a life that had continued without him for four long years.

She took two warm mugs, rich aroma filling the air, and brought them over to him. She sat on the arm of a nearby chair, close but not crowding him, picking her own mug and taking a sip.

''How are you feeling, love?''

It seemed that the magic word snapped him back into reality. His eyes finally landed on hers, and he opened his mouth, but instead of words, a chocked sob broke out. It was enough for her to abandon her coffee and stand up abruptly, landing in front of him, crouching down and taking hold of his hands. ''Hey..'' she squeezed them gently, swiping her thumbs over them. ''No more shame, no more self-pity. You're the strongest person I know. You will get through this. And I'll be damned if I ever let you do it alone, even for a minute.''

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The days settled into a new rhythm, with Beatrice going back to her job, still deciding to spent mayor of time in a home office, always with one ear on standby in case Max needed something.

Then there was the physio. Three times a week, a stoic but kind therapist Elena would arrive, being nothing but supportive and understanding for Max's condition. Max was pushing himself to the limit every time, giving his best and more, but seeing no direct progress made him angry. It started subtly, a muttered curse here and there, when he couldn't grasp a water bottle, a dropped pen he couldn't reach, a sigh of exasperation when Beatrice tried to help him adjust in his chair. Then the snaps came. A sharp, ''I can do it!'' when she offered a hand, a disimissive wave when she suggested an alternative. He was starting to drown in self-pity.

Beatrice absorbed it all. She saw the rage, the self-loathing, the despair that kept flickering in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking. But she held firm to her promise. She didn't scold, didn't argue. Instead, she gave him space, softly reassuring him. ''Okay Max. I'm here if you need me.'' Then she would busy herself with her work again. If he sulked, she'd leave him a cup of coffee beside and not say anything about it. Later, when she would see the empty mug, she would smile.

One afternoon, after a particulary hard session, she found him with phone in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping it too hard, as he watched the latest Formula One race.

''I'm useless, Bea,'' he murmured, his voice hoarse. ''Just a burden.''

Beatrice knelt beside his wheelchair, taking his phone from his hand and shutting it down. ''You are not a burden, Max. You're trying. You're fighting, every single day. It takes more strength to do that, as it does to race.''

''It's not the same, Bea. This..this isn't racing. It's not even living.''

Beatrice didn't flinch.

''No, it's not the same,'' she started gently, her voice calm and steady. ''I watched you fight for your life, for every breath. You battled your way back from the brink of death when doctors saidd you might never wake up. That's not just existing, Max. That's living. That's a fight most people wouldn't even attempt.''

couple days later

When she stepped inside the penthouse, papers scattered from her hands, falling all over the floor. Pieces of glass from the smashed coffee table were everywhere, mixed with drops of blood. And beside them, Max, on the floor, gaze cold and locked forward, not sparing her a glance.

She stepped further in, still in shock, her heels helping her avoid glass pieces shattered around.

''Max? What happened here? Are you hurt?''

His head turned towards her, and he let out a sinister laugh.

''I wish I was. Maybe it would all be over then. Look at this! Look at me!''

She stepped closer, her hands shaking, noticing the big piece of glass he held in his trembling hands, fear clutching at her throat. ''Baby, please put that down. You'll hurt yourself.'' This was more than just a bad day. This was a breaking point.

''Max, please,'' she pleaded again, taking another cautious step, her gaze fixed on the sharp glass. ''Just give it to me. Let me help you.''

He scoffed, a bitter, broken sound coming out. ''Can you make my legs work? Can you put me back in my damn car? Can you make me Max again?!'' His voice rose, tinged with anger. ''You can't fix this! No one can!'' His fingers wrapped tighter around the glass, and the fresh drops of blood fell on the floor.

''Look at me! Look at what I am. A pathetic cripple. A burden. You don't know what it feels like to have nothing!''

Beatrice finally snapped. Her voice, still trembling, was laced with fury.

"You're right. I don't know how it is. I can't know. But I know how it is sitting in a hospital room, watching the person you loved for most of your life fading away. I know how it is celebrating birthdays by crying over you, how it is sacrificing every aspect of my own life to be there just in case you open your eyes. I know how it is trying to distract you from the fact that your legs don't function. I know how it is to break myself every single day, so you could at least smile."

Her voice cracked on the last word, but her eyes kept burning with rage.

"So yes, Max, I don't understand. I won't understand why you keep throwing yourself under bus just to whine how it hurts afterwards. I've been nothing but supportive of you, I've tried and tried and tried, and this is how you want to thank me? By killing yourself?! Good. Then go on. Because you're right. You're not the Max I know."

Her words seemed to snap Max out of whatever trance he was in, but as he finally looked at her, her eyes were cold, all emotions drained from her face. She silently stood up and positioned his wheelchair up again, before helping him sit in it. She didn't utter a word, leaving for her room as soon as he was settled.

Max didn't see her again that day. She never came out of the room and when the sun finally set down, he took an elevator to the second floor, coming to a halt in front of her door, knocking softly. She opened the door after a short silence, looking at him, already dressed in her pajamas. Her eyes were still cold. ''Need help to get in bed?''

Max stuttered. ''I...no. I wanted to..talk?''

She leaned on the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest. ''About?''

''About what I did. I apologise.''

''Good.''

Wait, that was it? She won't say anything else? He opened his mouth again but she stopped him. ''Good night Max.''

The doors closed and he let out a sigh. He managed to fuck up. Again.

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Beatrice kept her routine for the next couple of weeks. She would greet him, help him when she saw he needed it, but otherwise she didn't talk much. At least, not to him. She was constantly on her phone, either with Chloe or her management team, and when she wasn't, she was always occupied with either a tablet on her hand or laptop sitting on a coffee table. Max knew he deserved it. He had pushed her to her breaking point, and she likely did not know what to do with him anymore, yet she still didn't say anything cruel or refuse to help him. But her silence poked him more than words ever could. It seemed like..she had given up. Max needed to do something, but he didn't know if he was even able to do anything anymore. He couldn't let her fade away, not now when he finally..

He heard her heels clicking against the stairs and when he turned around, his breath hitched. A mini, silk red dress hugged every curve of her body, her long legs even more accented with black heels. Her hair bounced around her freely as she came down. Max gulped.

''I'm going out, don't wait up. We have a corporate event. If you need something, Silvie is here until 11pm.'' Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the vibrant, confident woman before him. She didn't meet his gaze, instead reaching for a small clutch on the hall table.

Max stared after her as she walked to the door, his throat tight. This wasn't the Beatrice who used to fuss over him before leaving, who'd give him a quick kiss, a warm smile. The front door clicked shut with a soft finality, leaving Max alone with the lingering scent of her perfume.

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Beatrice was over and done with all the bullshit and emotional drainage, so when Chloe kept bringing drinks and giving advice about ''letting loose'', she actually listened. She got drunk, she danced with some nameless guy until she got bored, but she felt good. In some weird way.

''B, I'm telling you, I was all team Max but the guy keeps using you in every way possible. Toxic as fuck. Bae, you're almost thirty. You've been giving your everything to him for 15 years. Go find some dude, kiss him, fuck it out of your system and then send Max fucking Verstappen home to his family. You deserve happiness.''

The elevator dinged, and she stumbled out, the expensive red silk dress feeling foreign on her body, her heels clicking too loudly in the silence. Then she saw him. Max, sitting on the sofa, motionless in the dim living room, starring directly at her.

The lingering scent of a stranger's cologne, mixed with the sweet smell of champagne, filled the air. She felt a fleeting pang of guilt, but it was quickly shaken away. She was allowed to live her life.

''Max,'' she slurred, her voice thick, a cunning smile on her lips. ''Still up? Thought I told you..not to wait.'' Her head swam, and she giggled. She swayed, a bit too much, and caught herself on the doorframe, kicking her heels off in the process. ''Don't look at me like that. You..don't get to look at me like that anymore.''

She stumbled over to him, swaying slightly before she sank down onto the sofa next to him, her long legs now dangling over his lap. She streched out lazily, like a cat, her bare arm brushing his side, before she giggled again.

''You know..'' she murmured huskily. ''I wonder if...your friend down there still works..even if other parts don't.'' Her eyes dropped pointedly, lingering on his lap, a question anything but innocent. Max froze. He could smell the other man, but he could also smell her. Her scent, always so damn familiar. His jaw tightened, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't.

Beatrice leaned closer, her lips just inches from his ear. ''Cat got your tongue, Max?'' she whispered, purring lowly. Her fingers, cool and light, brushed against his thigh, knowing that he regained some feel back there. He could feel her breath on his neck, the warmth of his body against his. He took a shaky breath. ''Get off me, Bea.'' he said, his voice strained, barely a whisper. But drunk Beatrice was a menace Beatrice so she decided to push his buttons even more. ''Not like you could fuck me, even if you wanted to.''

What she surely didn't expect at all, was a sudden shift of his oh-so-capable body, as he wrapped his arms around her, standing up suddenly and flipping her on her stomach, his legs caging her in. She sobered up instantly. ''Your legs..''

Max snickered. ''I wanted it to be a surprise. To show you how much I tried these past weeks, for you. How much I gave, to get back to my old self, for you. And then you leave, dressed like a little attention whore and come back home reeking of some cheap bastard's cologne. Such a little attention bitch, aren't you?''

The air in the room thickened. Max, still standing over Beatrice, pinning her with the sudden, terrifying strength, was a Max she hadn't seen in years. Her mind raced, the alcohol-induced haze dissipating like smoke. His words, dripping with venom and raw fury, sobered her up.

She lay stunned, her face pressed into the sofa cushions, the silk dress twisted around her, dangerously high. ''Max, what..how long?'' she managed to gasp, her voice muffled, fear and a desperate confusion lacing her tone. Max leaned closer, his voice a low growl. ''Long enough. Long enough to see you smiling on your phone. Long enough to watch you walk out that door almost every night, leaving me here, in the mess, while you went off to find...'' His grip on her sides tightened. ''You said I wasn't the Max you knew. Well, who the hell are you, Beatrice? The woman who gave up on me? The woman who'd rather get drunk and pretend I don't exist?''

''You hid this from me.'' Beatrice finally choked out with a trembling voice.

He pulled back, giving her space to turn around.

''I wanted to tell you. Then you went out and fucked someone else like none of this mattered.''

She looked after his retreating form, watched him walk away like it was routine, and she let out a chocked sob. "Fuckk!!!!!!"

Taglist: @r0nnsblog @kinzy-shelby

[tokoyamisstuff]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE VLADCARD HCS!!!! Could you maybe do so hcs for a vampire Anderson and a human reader?? Gotta get the old switcharoo on supernaturals 😈😈😈

wdjbawhjb I enjoy seeing that old man suffer 😈

also I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself! feel free to request as much as you like, for whoever and whatever you want! 💌 it's refreshing and helps so much against my writing block! 💕🫶

gn! Reader, can be read romantic or platonic, slight angst and blood

Obviously Anderson was turned against his will, and his first instinct is to stick to Iscariot protocol and end his existence at once.

He'll be devastated to learn he's turned so powerful that he can't simply die by stepping into the sunlight or stabbing himself through the heart.

At the beginning he's absolutely forlorn with this new state of being, yet he also cannot seem to bring himself to return to the Vatican as he is now, unwilling to face his old comrades and especially the children under his care.

After all vampirism comes with certain cravings, and while is self-restraint is insanely high, he is terrified of losing control and he'd never put the people he loves at even the slightest risk.

Speaking of which, knowing things can't continue like this forever, his resolve diminishing together with his strenght as he refuses to feed, in his desparation he finds himself going out of his hiding to seek out his closest confidant.

For a while he'll manage to keep his distance, far enough away not to harm you but always so close that you realize something is off.

Though subjecting you to his presence was dangerous and inevitably would drag you down together with him one way or another, at some point he'll work up the courage - or rather exasperation - to ask for your help.

You'll be shocked to see the man you hadn't nearly stopped mourning after his alledged death weeks ago, thinking back to the day you were standing at his empty grave since all of you believed there was nothing left to bury.

Anderson will fall to his knees, begging you to deliver him from this curse, to cleanse his sins through your holy blade - but you refuse. You can't do it. Not now or ever.

He never doubted you'd be willing to help him, but that was also his greatest fear. You offer him refuge until you'd find a solution, insisting on him staying despite his protests as you trust him unconditionally.

There was a tiny hope left that he didn't lose God's favor just yet, since he was turned involuntarily and had yet to consume human blood. Maybe this was his purpose, having a specimen to experiment and find a cure for vampirism alltogether.

So you'd spend an eternity trying every possible method to revert the demonic transformation somehow, even consultated Iscariot and other sources of knowledge, but nothing seemed to work.

At some point he's grown so desperate that he throws all reason overboard. He's already doomed to rot in hell either way, might as well make best out of the time until he's sent there.

He'll spend most of his time as your (literal) shadow, after he motto "I'll keep you safe and you keep me sane".

It takes a lot of convincing for him to feed off of your blood, but at some point he's grown so starved and weary that he reluctantly accepts your offer. However he only drinks it from a container you drain it into, insisting you stay far away from him during this because your essence has an effect on him that he doesn't trust himself with.

Together you keep slaying demonic forces in the name of the church and hope that those actions will appease the Lord to have mercy on Anderson's soul despite everything.

In the end he is eternally grateful that you never gave up on him, and as much as he still struggles with this state of being, you made him see the light even in his darkest days.

[steviestits]

WIP Weekend

So this week went pretty well. Managed to update every day, Hopefully I can keep that up. -knocks on wood- Going to add alien breeder and snow queen back on the list, btw. And wasn't having fun with the boot camp fic, so replaced it with one where Stevie tried to sacrifice Eddie but it backfired and turned her a bit of a slut for Eddie. It makes sense in story.

Alien breeder, I have an ending, except I set the goal post further for myself since my mind didn't think part of what I planned was possible unless I moved the scene elsewhere, which complicated things... I think if I can get to the part right before the BIG ending then I can push myself the rest of the way.

Then snow queen, it's "done," I guess. But I don't like what I wrote for Steve's intro to the frost palace. I don't think it matches up with the later scenes, so I'm going to be redoing it, yet need a push to force myself to redo it, otherwise I'm going to continue to flounder on it. Maybe I'm too much of a perfectionist, but I just don't want to post something that I'm unhappy with, you know?

Anyway, you know the rules, but as a refresher, send in an emoji and I'll write three sentences then share those sentences here. You can send me as many as you want! There's no limit.

🛁 dystopia spa au

🐙 mad scientist mer au

😈 succubus pet au

🦇 urban legend

⚜️ Eddie’s new concubine

🍼 Babysitter Bimbo

🪄 Fae Mafia au

🗡️ Demon Cursed Stevie

💋 Fix-it fic aka s4 shouldn't have killed off bimbo Steve

⁉️ Steddie Big Bang

🛸Alien Breeder

❄️ Snow Queen

Alien Breeder Snippet (So you can see the mess I created for myself)

“Which apartment is ours?” Stevie asked.

“All of it. The whole building.”

“What!? Oh, shit, are you like one of those really rich space pirates? Are you more famous than I realized, Eds?”

“Sort of,” Eddie said with a laugh. “While my career has been very prolific, we have this because that’s how little of us are left. It might have looked like a lot out there, but the rest of the planet, the cities are empty with only some starting to be filled again. To pool our resources, everyone moved here in an attempt to bolster our numbers that way.”

Frowning, Stevie hadn’t realized the situation was that bad. No wonder why they needed so many humans.

“There are so many humans in storage. It feels like a waste just leaving them there, waiting for someone to claim them one day to make them mothers.”

“I mean, kind of, but not much we can do until more studs are born and come of age to claim a breeder. That’s, of course, if they want to pick a converted human as they’ve been mating more among the other offspring.”

“Then- Well...” Stevie bit her lip. “In Earth movies, sometimes when there’s a dystopia like this, they have um... I don’t know what they’d be called exactly. I guess, dedicated breeders?”

“Dedicated breeders?”

“Yeah, you strap them down and their only job is to pop out babies. You said that I’d have slower pregnancies from now on, but what if they didn’t? They could just pop out babies as fast as they can be grown in their wombs. And the babies can go to loving mothers, like me, who’ll raise them to help everything get back to the way it was. As long as the babies go to a mother who loves them, that’s all that matters, right?”

[comically-callous]

I read your wonka fic and wanna say that it’s amazing for your first time writing x reader! I was hoping that you can do a miles morales x reader where reader miles best friend and is a fan of Spider-Man (reader don’t know miles is Spider-Man) and readers birthday is coming up so miles knowing how much reader loves Spider-Man decides to do a guest appearance at their birthday while being Spider-Man. Reader is happy Spider-Man is at their party but is sad that miles isn’t there. Was hoping it can end with Miles revealing he’s Spider-Man and confessing to reader!

Thanks for the request! I had fun writing this one!

Miles Morales x gn!Reader

Warnings: A little cursing, reader being sad for a min

A/n: Just wanna let everyone know that my asks are open 😈

"Dude, I swear to God, he was right next to my apartment. Right there! If I had been looking out the window, I totally would've seen him!" You spoke excitedly as you showed Miles a video of the infamous Spiderman swinging past your apartment building.

"Yeah, that's cool. That's really cool." Miles nodded.

"Do you think I'll ever get to meet him? Like, for real? Face to face?" You asked as you turned the phone back to yourself, rewatching the video a few more times.

"I mean, he's in Brooklyn a lot, so..." He shrugged.

"Yeah... It's weird, I feel like everyone I know has had some sort of encounter with Spiderman, but I've never even spotted him in person."

That was true and it was intentional. Whenever miles was being spiderman, he did everything in his power to avoid you. He liked you a lot and you were his best friend. If he ever had to interact with you as spiderman, he'd probably get nervous, slip up, and blow his cover.

But, he did feel bad. You were obsessed with Spiderman. And he'd heard over and over again about how badly you wanted to meet him.

"Do you think he does cameos or anything? Maybe I could buy one of those for myself with all the birthday money I'm about to get tonight." You suggested with a chuckle.

"Nah, I don't think he does those."

You sighed and began to go on a rant about how much money spiderman could make from doing something like that.

But, Miles wasn't really listening. He was starting to get an idea. And if he wanted to follow through with the idea, he'd have to leave. Like, right now.

He stood up. "I gotta go."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I just remembered, uh, I gotta finish doing my laundry."

You blinked. "Alright, dude. See you later."

This was gonna be the perfect birthday present. All he had to do was stick to the plan.

Miles was going to come to your party as spiderman. He'd take some pictures with you, wish you a happy birthday, and try to keep all the talking to a minimum.

Perfect.

Your party was on the rooftop of your apartment building, which worked out perfectly for him. He arrived fashionably late, when the party was already in full swing, and he was quickly spotted.

"Yo, is that Spiderman?" A small crowd quickly formed around Miles as he searched for you.

"Yeah, yeah. I, uh, thought I'd swing by wish a happy birthday to... Y'know, Whoever." Miles said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Spiderman?!" You were suddenly standing right in front of him, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Hey! Happy birthday!" He said to you happily.

"How'd you know this party was for me?"

Shit.

"Uh..." Miles shrugged. "Spidey-sense?"

"Cool..." You smiled. "I'm such a big fan. You- You're like- I mean, you're you. You're Spiderman." You gushed. "Could I take a picture with you?"

"Yeah, for sure." This was going better than expected.

"Can I get one next?" Some random guy piped up.

"Uh... Sure." Miles shrugged.

"Could I get one too?"

"... Yeah?"

Ok, this wasn't part of the plan. Miles was now stuck awkwardly taking pictures with your friends and family.

And where were you? He hadn't seen you in a while and this was YOUR party!

Should he be worried? Well, whether he should or shouldn't didn't really matter. Because he WAS worried.

Miles slipped away from the line of people wanting pictures to look for you. He found you sitting behind your apartment building on some steps.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... Why aren't you up at the party?" He asked as he walked over to sit next to you.

You glanced over and straightened your posture nervously. "Oh, I just... My best friend isn't here and I'm starting to get sort of worried." You shrugged.

Oh, no. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Well, I'm sure he's fine, maybe he just..." Miles trailed off.

"Maybe he just didn't wanna come?" You suggested.

"No! No! I wasn't saying that! I mean, maybe he's just busy."

"Yeah, but he would've texted me if something came up." You shook your head.

Miles was panicking. Spiderman was at your party! That was supposed to make you happy! He didn't think you'd get sad about his absence.

"Well, I'm sure he's got a good reason for not being here." Miles said. "He definitely didn't just ditch you because... I mean, this party is awesome. And you're awesome... I mean, you seem awesome. From what I've seen." He was supposed to keep talking to a minimum. What was he doing?!

"You're probably right. I just wish he could be here, y'know?"

"I'm sure Miles wishes he could be here right now too."

"Yeah." You paused. "Wait, how'd you know his name?"

"Uh-"

"And how do you know my best friend's a 'he'?"

"Well, obviously-"

"Why'd you even come to my party in the first place?"

Well, shit. Miles didn't know how to talk his way out of this.

"I... Um..." You looked at his with narrowed eyes. "Alright, don't freak out, but... I..." He took off his mask. "It's me. I'm Spiderman."

Your jaw dropped.

...

"Please, say something." Miles said.

"Are you kidding me?!" You laughed. "You're- You?! How did I never figure it out?!"

"Cause I was good at hiding it?"

"Why did you come to the party like this?"

"Cause I know you love Spiderman, and I know you've wanted to meet him, and I wanted to make you happy!" Miles says. "But, I... I didn't think you'd get sad about me not being here. Me as in Miles." He said.

You paused. "You know, you didn't need to do the whole Spiderman thing for me."

"Yeah... But, I did." He shrugged.

"Why, though?"

"Cause I like you."

"What?"

Oh, God. This was like a nightmare. Whatever, no going back now.

"I like you." He repeated. "Like, not just in a platonic way."

"Oh."

...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" He began.

"No, no! I like you too!" You quickly reassured as you chuckled. "I was just surprised."

Miles was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled in relief. "That's cool."

"Yeah." You rested your head on his shoulder. "It's cool." The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. "Thanks for coming, man."

"You saying that to Miles or to Spiderman?" He teased.

"Shut up." You chuckled.

This was a nice birthday gift.

[divinelolita]

Can you do a bill x male reader where bills about to go on tour and him and reader are sad because he has to leave him for a long time(reader isn’t in the band) and he’s like venting to the band about it and someone suggests that he gets the reader a stuffed animal of some kind so he won’t miss him as much

(sorry if that didn’t make sense English isn’t my first language)

BILL X SAD MALE READER

i wasn't sure if you wanted to do headcannons or a story so I'll just do the latter 😈😈

(AHHH I CAN'T HE WAS SO HOT IN HIS DREADS ERA!!!!)

"Do you really have to go?" you groaned, grabbing onto Bills wrist gently with your hand. He smiled sadly at you, "I'm sorry, M/N. I'm going on tour- I can't just cancel.." he sighed, softly running his fingers over your hands. He brought you into a gentle hug, holding his hands low around your waist as he leaved gentle kisses on your neck.

"And it's not as long as last time. I'll be back to you way sooner..!" he grinned, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You forced a smile at him, still heartbroken and sad yet a tad bit hopeful and happy he would come back quicker than last time. You nodded lightly, smiling as he rubbed your arms carefully. "You could try to schedule something with (friend)?.. They could take your mind off things."

You mentally groaned and pouted to yourself. Yeah..you had other friends and family to hang out with but Bill was your boyfriend and the band was almost like family to you. I mean you could still go to their concerts but you wouldn't be able to spend much time with them. You just really wanted to be with Bill right now. And at the worst time too, considering he was leaving for tour in two days.

---

The next day, Georg looked over at you as the bands last practice ended, everybody groaning and taking sips of water, getting up and stretching. "M/N? 'wassup?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow st you with a hint of concern in his eyes. You shook your head slightly, almost ashamed of yourself. "I just.. I can't believe you guys are going on tour again so soon. I'm so proud of you guys but..." your voice trailed off as you griamced to yourself, feeling embarrassed to say it out loud, "I just kinda.... it gets lonely without Bill around. I mean I still call him but we don't see each other face to face and-"

You stopped your blabbering and covered your face with your hands, whining quietly to yourself. The bassist chuckled to himself, although you couldn't see him. "I mean, it's not as long as last time." Gustav said as he sat down next to you guys, trying to make you feel better. It didn't. You shook your head again as you looked to where Bill was stretching, cracking his neck as he spoke to Tom. "Yeah, yeah. I know. It just so weird without him around..and the fact you'll all be gone just sucks ass."

Georg smiled slightly, looking up as he thought to himself. "I mean, you could try like... a stuffed animal or some shit." He muttered, playing a few chords on his bass quietly, expecting you to guffaw at his idea. When he looked up and saw you sitting there quietly, looking down, he got confused. "M/N?" Gustav asked, also noticing your behavior. "It doesn't have to be a stuffed animal- you could try something else like-" the blonde began, before you interrupted him as you slowly looked up.

"What kind of stuffed animal?" you asked, Georg blinking at you for a second in surprise before grinning. "Pshhhhh... I dunno." he rolled his eyes, looking over at Gustav. "What animal reminds you of Bill?" he asked the drummer, too lazy to think of one. "Ermmm....a cat? ..I don't fucking know dude." He mumbled the last art, watching as Georg laughed at his suggestion lightly. "A cats not a bad idea." Tom said, showing up behind Gustav as he patted him on the shoulder lightly.

""How the fuck is it a good idea? How is Bill like a cat?" Georg began, although everybody ignored him and continued talking about this godforsaken cat stuffed animal.

---

You cursed under your breath as you looked at the calendar, realising the dreaded day had came. You forced yourself out the door, going over to where the band was. Once you reached the destination, you watched sadly as Georg brought his bags out to the tour bus and everybody else was packing up. Bill grinned brightly when he saw you, running over to you and hugging you so hard and so close to him you nearly fell. You held back a sniffle as you held him in hour arms, leaving kisses over his cheeks.

"What is that?" Bill giggled, gesturing down to what was in your hand. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you noticed you were holding that stupid black cat stuffy, with beautiful green eyes and soft fur. "It's uhhhhh......a little reminder of you." you mumbled, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. He blinked up at you, before giggling as he leaned into your chest more and carefully took the cat into his gentle hands.

"... I would've thought I was more of a dog. Like a lab or something." he smiled, moreso talking to himself than you. He traced his fingers over the cat, behind the ears and over the tail, admiring it in all its glory. You shrugged, giggling a little yourself. You were about to respond to him, but Tom beat you to it. " Bill 'cmon! We gotta go now." the dreadhead yelled over his shoulder, giving you a small wave goodbye. You returned it, smiling softly at him before looking at Bill. He sighed, pursing his lips slightly as his eyes became glossy. You brought him into a tight squeeze, kissing his neck over and over.

"I love you I love you I love you.." you repeated over and over, bringing him into a kiss. He returned it, arms wrapping around your neck before he pulled back, letting out a watery chuckle. "I love you too, M/N. More than you could ever know." He brought you into one last, tight embrace before he hesitantly let go, slowly walking to the tour bus as he looked over his shoulder to you, and then the cat. You saw him grin as he looked at the little animal, then wave goodbye as he jogged the rest of the way back to the vehicle.

You watched it drive off, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. You sighed loudly, biting the inside of your cheek before looking down at the cat stuffed animal.

"Well, Bill Jr. , let's get you home."

You muttered, turning around back in the direction of your house.

[bitchkay]

"If I was the court of darkness mc" usually ends with something dissing the mc which I will 9/10 agree with

But let's be real, if I was the mc, if I was actually in that world, in Saligia, in her situation

I either wouldn't take shit seriously, be mentally unstable or a menace to society--

Nah cus you drop me --ploop-- into this new ass world and the first people I see are these mfs, half of them wearing mediocre ass outfits (we're NOT gonna talk about Roy's sleaves-- LYNTS BOOTS- 🤭) and they on my ass bout "who are you", "where you from" WHO ARE YOU⁉️⁉️

Nah yall out here tryna kiss me when I don't even know yall names I'M SWINGING‼SWINGING- FUCK ALL YALL FR--

But on the flip side, imagine I just wake up, don't know where I am, scared cus I don't know where I am, and I'm just approached by literal strangers asking me what's my name, where am I from, how'd I get here, imma start crying- NAH CUS- I'm already confused, more then just lost, literally been transported to a place I know nothing about, and yall crowding me??? trying to interrogate me??? Please back up. No I'm being so serious cus the situation is already an overwhelming one, being an anomaly in a place I'm foreign to, the feeling of being lost, not knowing shit or why it happened, just confused on all levels, and while my mind is already scrabbling cus I was literally transported to another realm yall gonna come up to me like I'm not already having a crisis and start asking me questions??? I will literally have a mental breakdown right then and there. Deadass.

However😏

Shit the mc was like 'this has to he a dream cus ain't no way' imma be like 'bet this a dream? Imma fuck shit up😈' even after confirmation that it isn't a dream imma still act up I'm surrounded by hot guys and pussy tight pussy clean pussy fresh-- the princes fangirls?? I'm either fighting them or entertained like damn I did that, what I do next, I'd have sex with Fenn almost right off the bat just to see what the hype is about, I mean yall bitches so cock drunk over this man you think I wouldn't wanna know why, lemme see what yall talking about, I'D FUCK WITH GUY SO HARD, I talk back. Plain and simple, if he rude imma be rude back, I REFUSE TO SUBMIT, if guy pisses me off one too many times, I'm swinging, prince or not, I'll kick in his testicles, I'd teach Rio curse words and how to use them, I'd take this opportunity to begin my hoe era, no ones safe😈😈

[dreamlandcreations]

Day 15 - Accidental confession

Poe Dameron (x Reader)

Kinktober prompt - Day 15 - Masturbation

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen​‘s Kinktober List!

Poor Poe, I keep putting him in these kind of situations 😈😅

Warnings: angst, accidental voyerism (sort of), masturbation (male), a little more angst

•

Poe is on the way back to the base in this awful, junk of a ship after that terrible mission drained him, from which he barely got away with his life and now he wants nothing but to get off this ship and fall into his bed to sleep away the exhaustion.

Of course, it has to be you who gets his sign in at the middle of the night. Just when he thought this day couldn't get any worse, then you come along and scold him like he's an unruly child who always gets into trouble for the fun of it.

You are arguing, you always are. You lecture him, give him stupid nicknames after every mistake and you don't let go, you keep reminding him every reckless decision he ever made.

He cannot help but engage in it, you bring out a side of him he never knew existed. The war is frustrating to say the least and it actually feels good to let it out every ones in a while, not that he would admit it to you that your petty little quarrelling actually makes him feel better sometimes and he cannot wait to see you each morning.

Poe is sitting in the pilot seat of the rusty, stolen ship and listens to your direction to what to do, so he could get back home in one piece. But he absentmindedly snaps back a mean comment that hits too close. You've already gone silent when he realised what he'd said. He cursed and called out your name as gently as he could manage but the desperate need to take his words back was evident in his tone.

Before he can apologise, you interrupt him and ask a serious of questions with a quiet, even voice that he can barely recognise. Poe only witnessed this kind of mood on you once, when your best friend died and you were grieving silently with constant tears in your eyes, but refusing to let any of them fall.

The conversation continued like that and from the occasional deep breath you took he knew you were struggling not to cry and the picture of you in that broken state broke his heart too. He tried to ask for your forgiveness, saying he didn't mean it, but you interrupt him with a heavy sigh.

"I know, it doesn't matter." It only comes out as a whisper.

"Of course it does..." He raises his voice, not willing to let this go until he fixed it. But you just repeat calmly that it doesn't matter and there are more important things to deal with now.

"You need to fix that death-trap before it falls apart under you. Nothing else matters at the moment." You shot this argument down for now and move on to check the systems with him.

"Something is eating up the power, I don't get it, everything is down except the basic systems and it says something non-essential channels the energy but they are all shot down." You listen to him explain what he sees and add the answer after a moment of thinking.

"Your comm is on..."

"Fuck, why didn't I think of that?! Okay, I'll try to turn it off, if I'm not back on in a few seconds... Well, you can berate me to the others at my memorial, you have my permission." He wanted to lighten the mood but failed miserably.

"That's not funny." There are definitely tears in your eyes now, he can hear a tiny hiccup at the end of your sentence.

"I'm sorry." He's not apologising for this and you both know it. Before you could reply he turns off the communications system and a few seconds after he reports to you that you were right, it's the source of the problem.

"If I don't make it I want you to know..." He starts to confess his feelings, but you don't let him, thinking it will be an other apology that will just make you a sobbing mess.

"You will. Turn off the comm and only turn it back to report your status at every hour, or in case of an emergency. Central C out." That's all you say before leaving him to turn off the comm, which he does with an angry hit, almost breaking the thing.

"Fuck" He yells, wanting to hit something but not daring in case the ship actually falls apart.

"Why do we always have to argue?" He asks out loud, then leans back into the seat and keeps his eyes on the controls while he is thinking about you.

Long minutes pass by as he cannot get you out of his head, replaying the argument and the other occasions in his head over and over again until his mind starts to drift to the way your eyes shine when you are happy and that thought makes him realise he'd never seen you smile, he doesn't count your mocking laugh into this.

Poe pictures you smiling at him happily or mischievously and he wants to kiss you even more than before. He wonders what you would feel like, taste like, if you would be as bold with your kisses as with your words. And that thought makes him imagine all the things he'd like to do to you that involves more than kissing.

Before he can realise what he's doing his hand wraps around his hardening length and he squeezes, thinking it's your hand on him. He closes his eyes, letting his mind roam as he sets himself free of his pants and takes his cock into his hand, moving up and down slowly, imagining it's you who's teasing him as he knows you would. His pace doesn't alter as he lets out moans and talks aloud.

"Ah, yes, more, please..." He moves his thumb over the head in slow circles, visualising you on your knees before him licking the little drops of cum and sealing your lips around the tip.

He moves his hand faster now, thinking about how he would guide your head up and down on him as he curses and groans and dirty talks the imagined you.

"Fuck, yes... just like that..." He moans your name like a plea. "Take it, fuck, take it all. Put that big mouth of yours to good use." Poe comes hard as he almost feels you sucking on him with the way he squeezed himself. Cum shots out in ropes and he imagines you swallowing it all down. "Damnit. I love you so fucking much, you infuriating woman."

He is panting heavily, trying to get himself together when your voice makes him jump like he's been caught.

"Poe?" You call gently, which makes him feel even more busted, you never called him by his first name before. "Are you alright there?"

He looks at the time and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and activates the comm to tell you he's still in one piece and on the way back to you.

Poe calls out your name before you can go and asks if you are alright, at which you huff out a little disbelieving laugh.

"I'm fine. Concentrate on staying alive, would you?" That sounds a little more like you and that makes him feel better. After a long silence he moves to turn off the damn energy leech but your voice stops him in mid move.

"Poe?"

"Yes?" He's afraid what you would say, thinks that maybe you heard him after all or you are about to pay back his nasty comment, but you couldn't surprise him more with what you're about to say.

"Just come home to me, okay?" With that you are gone, not waiting for an answer, leaving him confused and alone.

•

Poe Dameron arrives at the base, well, he crashes near the base to be exact. The rescue team gets him out of the remains and to the infirmary. He's not seriously injured and gives his report while they are preparing to release him.

He gathers his things and moves to get out of there and search for you, but when he looks up, you are already, looking him all over, assessing his injuries with a look he can't really place.

He rushes to you and starts to apologise for hurting you but you stop him with a hand on his lips and give him a gentle albeit somewhat insecure smile.

"Shut up and put that big mouth of yours to a good use for once." Your words terrify him and you render him uncharacteristically speechless for a long minute that makes you think you crossed the line and maybe you shouldn't have let him know you heard him, but when you would turn away to leave he grabs you and smashes your lips together.

He deepens the kiss, holding you close, hands moving from your arm and waist to frame your face while he steals your breath away. You lean back to calm down a little but he doesn't let you go, just brings his forehead to yours and takes a deep breath before saying the words that made you cry happy tears a few hours ago.

"I love you." It sounds so simple as he whispers it against your lips but it means the world to you and you try to compose yourself to reply but he kisses you again then pulls you out of the room.

•

He guides you to his quarters where you spend the night and all the nights after that. You return his confession and show him all the ways you can think of just how much he means to you.

The others ask how that happened, referring to your very public display of affection the first days after the incident. You only ever say that he accidentally confessed his feelings, which always makes him blush when the question comes up, but you refuse to elaborate.

You still argue, you get on each other's nerves, if anything the arguing got worse if you can believe your friends. But now there is not even a hint of anger in it, you still let out your frustration but it has a more playful edge to it and one of you always gives up easily. If it's him then he calls you an infuriating woman and grabs your head to smack a kiss to your forehead, if it's you, he would be called a difficult man and receive a peck and a light bite to his lower lip.

No matter the arguments or the difficulties you face in this seemingly endless war, you are always there for each other and your love only grows each day.

[twinkinspector]

*ahem* #24 for the spicy ask game mayhaps? I've been rolling on the floor kicking and screaming and sighing and drooling over all of your sugarot! But also I'll listen to you talk about literally anyone at this point! ^^

hehe ty for asking and I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE SUGAROT!! it's been soooooo intense recently lmao but i'll answer for suga and shinkami on this one :3

24. how loud is your f/o? do they moan/whine/whimper? do they curse? do they call your name like it’s the only thing they know?

suga: babygirl is surprisingly vocal in bed!!! he's a huge tease, so that definitely factors into it. he loves to coo at you and ask you what's wrong and why you're whimpering and why you're grinding on his thigh (he obviously knows the answer but he's a dick and wants you to say it). when you're touching him, he's a really heavy breather – and if you tease him, he'll whimper 😈 he's not a huge fan of being teased back, but he does enjoy it sometimes!! he does ask a lot of questions though now that i'm thinking about it a;lsdkfj a lot of "yeah, you like that?" kind of stuff, but questions nonetheless!! he's very very communicative even if it's not ~sexy talk~ which is really nice!! you always have the space to tell him what's going on in your head or to ask him to change what he's doing or to stop, and he always listens because he drinks his respect women juice!!

shinkami: shinsou is similar to suga in that he asks a lot of questions, which is to be expected i guess. he's less about uncontrolled sounds and more about steady and even and intentional sounds. if you hear something from him, it was probably on purpose. he doesn't often sound flustered or taken by surprise or anything other than steady. kami is the exact opposite al;dfksjf he is a whiner through and through!! even if he's not being teased, he's literally still whining. it's actually so hot.......... don't perceive me about it. he pants, he whines, he whimpers, he curses, but he can never string together a sentence. all his brain cells move to his cock, which is not all that surprising

send me a number and i'll answer a spicy ask about my self-ships!

[sscarchiyo]

hello! could you write hcs for ousuke dating with an artist s/o? reader is a quite person who really loves drawing and i wanna see him how's he gonna react when his s/o draws him? tysm <33

artistic s/o

paring: ousuke x gn!reader

type: headcanons

warnings: none

genre: fluff

🖇a/n: ahhh tenk u for requestinggg, if only i was artistic but i did take art class last year and i can draw a pretty rad nose 😈 hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated, have a good day <3

ousuke, our other beloved hot head 😌

you and ousuke are the exact definition of 'opposites attract'. it really baffles his mind, how you ended up falling for him with his personality but he's happy either way.

it was your annual date night and you suggested an art museum. as soon as the words left your mouth, he sprang up from he was sitting, startling you

"HUH? NO WAY, THATS NOT FUN AT ALL." doesn't care for art at in the slightest bit, thinks it's a waste of time. When he sees people going to museums thinks it's stupid, "why would anyone wanna pay to see this shit?"

you simply nodded, not poking the bear any further. since then you've made it your mission to hide anything art related. Sketchbooks, art canvases, paint, everything was hidden from ousuke's sights.

it pained you to hide something you loved from him, you were rlly good too. You've won countless awards throughout the years, even getting a scholarship for an arts university *something you also didn't tell ur bf*

actually, you were planning on never telling him. it's like they always say, "what you don't know, can't hurt you"...but u were wrong

it was currently Saturday morning, you had fallen asleep while doing some sketches. but you had fallen asleep on the couch, so how did you end up on the bed? immediately it clicked...thats when you stated to panic, you had left the sketch book on the table so he'd surely see them.

making a sprint to where you had left them, you noticed they were gone. shit, you thought. mentality cursing urself for being careless and as if on cue, ousuke emerges from the kitchen; sketchbooks in hand.

"ohhh, you looking for these? at first i thought they were books yk? but i looked inside, oh wanna know what i found" "look, uh just give them back and-" "hell no, i wanna talk about this", he said taking out the page you sketched him on. you were getting anxious, did he hate it? was he mad? his glace kept shifting from you to the sketch in hand and back again. "THIS SHIT IS SO COOL, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE ME RIGHT?", he practically yelled bored stare replaced with a grin. the only thing you could do was frown, how come he wasn't angry?

"huh? what's wrong?" "ohhh nothing, i just thought you hated art? that's why i hid all my art stuff from you" "yea well other people who do art are stupid, but you're my s/o so when you do it it's super cool. besides this is really good, looks like you took a picture of my face and put it on paper", he was beaming at this point. trying hard to show you he thought your art was amazing and that you shouldn't hide it from him.

"so you like it?", you asked still in shock. "like? i love it babe, tomorrow remind me, i'll buy a frame to put it in"

from that day on, expect him to being staring you down when you're doing anything art related. ousuke likes the face you make when you're concentrating. always hyping you up when you finish a piece and every single time he'd tell you to sell em.