#but there are 17 here and I think that's pretty sexy of me

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 17

Story Masterlist 

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: The first rough draft was very… different. Dion would have been irredeemable if I went with that (I wrote it forgetting that I didn’t want him to be that way in this story, only to read it to edit it, read the document title, realized my mistake, made a new document because I spent days on it and do want to eventually post it, used the beginning of the og rough draft to start this one, spent even more days to make this). Maybe one day I’ll post it, but it is very non-con heavy. If I ever do, then just think of it as a parallel universe thing for/of this story. But the Dion in this main story is different (He’s still horrible but consent is sexy to him). (Please remember that the content on this blog can and will be heavy and should not be seen as excusable or normal). In other words, I do write about and interact with non-con fics but I do NOT condone rape in real life. Just thought that I would put this reminder here since I may post other fics containing it soon.

Also Zac shows up and he’s a little shit who thinks he walks the walk.

Warnings: slight themes of obsessiveness and possessiveness, slight yandere themes, toxic marriage/relationship, implied physical abuse (towards a toy), mention of the reader becoming a toy, slight blood, themes of imprisonment, implied hypothetical murder, attempted sexual assault (pretty sure), violence used for self-defense, implied past stalking, implied depression, anxiety, near panic attack, mention of vomit, accidental self-injury (you sprained your ankle), one (1) mention of incest, implied perverted thoughts (Fontaine), fear of implied non-con by Fontaine, horrible attempts of connecting everything together as you will soon see. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG ANYTHING FANDOM RELATED (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI.

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His declaration shakes you to the bones. 

Your mind blanks as your eyes become wide. Sounds are drowned out by the ringing in your ears, a bomb going off. He’s in front of you but you don’t see him - mentally, you were elsewhere.

You return to earth when Dion squeezes your hand. Reluctantly, he releases it, but stays on his knee, his deep scarlet eyes holding something unreadable. Neither of you move, the staring contest is long. You’re the one who breaks it, looking off to the side as his red hues engrave themselves into your mind. 

It’s an image that will haunt your dreams, blood spilling onto the ground as he locks you up in a physical cage, corpses scattered around it. Holding the key as he asks you to sing.

You swallow. Your foot rapidly taps on the floor as your mind races with replies you can’t even say. He wasn’t like this in the manhwa. You heard he only got more violent in the novel until a certain point. 

That he was still crazy obsessed with Roxana.

And yet, it is that very man who got on one knee, calling himself your dog. And for what? An ounce of affection? 

A nervous laugh makes its way out as you attempt to play it off. He’s just tired, he’s lonely, he’s only playing with you until you completely break. This is entertainment for him, but it doesn’t change the fact he still has the keys to your handcuffs. He doesn’t plan on unlocking them.

“O-oh, um, oh my - I-I think… I think th-that yo-you need so-some sleep,” quickly gathering yourself, you stand and walk away once Dion gives you enough room. Of course, he doesn’t do so immediately, his eyes instead becoming glazed over with something dangerous. 

He looks at you like you’re his prey, strategies of capturing you happening in real time. The color of his eyes resembles warm blood, and you become uneasy once you realize you could have made him snap just now. There is no visible anger, which should have been a good thing - however, the way he eyes you makes you feel like you’re already between his teeth.

You can feel them piercing your skin already. You rub the side of your neck at the phantom pain.

Taking the opportunity presented, you quickly walk past him. You stop at the door, sweating buckets, twitching fingers almost wrapping around the handle. The reason for your hesitance is simple - his voice. Anxiety picks at you when he calls your name. 

You should leave now. 

Your lips tremble as you reply. The air around you feels heavy. The room is stifling.

Your husband pauses before he continues. “Whether or not you believe me right now, remember I have no plans of letting you go. But feel free to use me as you wish.” 

What is this guy saying!? He’s mental, why can’t he just -

“... have a good nap. You need one.” 

He doesn’t give chase when the doors shut behind you. You don’t let yourself lean against it despite the desperate pleas of your unsteady body. The fact he’s in there is enough to move you, scampering away like some bug. 

Your heels clack on the tile, footsteps echoing too loudly. The decor is too fancy, too expensive despite it only being hallways. The sound of footsteps is right around the corner and you hold your breath, not knowing who it could be.

Unfortunately, it happened to be one of your in-laws. 

“Oh! And here I thought you already broke,” a cute redhead girl snickers, her green eyes gleaming with mirth. Despite her stature, shorter than you and petite build, Charlotte's pale skin seems flushed.  

A quick glance at her overall appearance shows leaves in her fluffy hair and specks of blood on the hem of her light green dress that ends a bit below her knees. She didn’t show up much in the manhwa and you don’t know what became of her in the novel - you have to tread carefully. 

You give her a small smile. “Oh, Lady Charlotte. I haven’t seen you since the wedding. I hope you have been doing well.” You don’t stutter but your voice wavers. Her head tilts before she smirks.

It resembles Lant’s. 

“You’re funny - shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself? It’s only a matter of time until either Dion or Father decides to dispose of you.” Her pearly whites put you on edge when you notice how sharp her canines are. She keeps going as she crosses her arms with a cocky smile.

“But, whenever that happens, maybe I’ll take you in as a toy - as long as you behave, I’ll take good care of you. I’m one of the less violent ones when it comes to obedient toys.” 

You give her a flat look that goes over her head. 

Yeah right kid…

Unease eats you from the inside out regardless of your inner thoughts. Why is everyone so aggressive? So coy or sadistic? They’re hunters on the prowl, excitement added to their lives as new prey arrives.

If Dion doesn’t sink his teeth into you, they will. 

“O-oh…” How am I supposed to respond to that!? Even with your confusion and fear, you still manage a reply. “I’m sure that you’re keen on keeping them… operational.” 

The girl raises a brow. “You don’t seem surprised… Wait, do you even know what ‘toys’ are?” She questions as her feet spread a bit further, frustration painting her facial features. Now, why is she getting mad…?

No, rather why is she surprised? You’ve been here long enough to know what they are, unless, of course, she was too dense to consider that possibility. It seems that despite her personality, a child is still a child.

“O-oh, mother-in-law explained the basics to me,” a half lie is told through your teeth. While it’s true Maria had given you the barebone definition - against your will -, you already knew what they were from your previous life. From the manhwa. 

She grinds her teeth and stomps her foot. “That’s not fair! I was supposed to be the one who introduced them to you! Not that old hag!” 

Oh, she wanted to scare me.

“Oh…” While she’s fuming, you toy with your fingers, unsure how to proceed further. For one, trying to walk past her might anger her more. But staying here quiet might elicit the same response. You were stuck. 

She mumbles angrily to herself, voice too low for you to make anything out. You stand there awkwardly, waiting for her temper tantrum to end. She whips her head to look at you again, making you recoil back from the sudden movement. Her glare is sharp and she takes a step towards you only to stop herself.

“Ugh!”

“...” You watch as she turns her back and stomps away without another word. She does look back once, her green eyes full of fury that burns. Seems that you narrowly avoided a missile. 

She turns around the corner back from which she came. You remain in place until her footsteps get further and further away. Once no noise is heard, you can finally breathe again. Fixing your posture, you continue on your walk with no destination in mind.

- - -

He had heard news of a guest, but didn’t bring it up with the busy man, instead offering something else. Still, it was odd that the head of the (Last Name) family would keep a guest waiting.

“Father, why don’t we go for a walk?” Zac buzzes around your father like a busy bee, glancing down at the paperwork the older male was filling out. He barely makes out a certain name before the head of the family covers it with his arm, looking at the boy who resembles his wife.

 “The weather is nice and perfect for bug catching.” 

Your father shakes his head. “Not now, Zachary, I still have a few things left to sign.” Your younger brother frowns at the dark circles underneath the man’s eyes. Too deep and dark. The greying man halts his actions before softening his voice.

“Come back in two hours - we’ll take a walk.” He leaves no room for discussion. Taking it as a small victory, Zac bids him farewell, looking over his shoulder at the once joyous man with bright eyes. He has been reduced to nothing more than an overworked dog. 

It’s a pitiful sight. 

And yet, your brother still resents your father for giving you away to a brutal family, the head of which is worse than the devil himself. While he understands why he couldn’t say ‘no’, the fact he caved so easily makes him bitter.

The young boy just couldn’t wrap his head around it. One of  the reasons for your arranged marriage was a bit obvious after meeting Dion, but the full details are still unknown. And even then, the Agriche denied he was the one who suggested marrying into the family. But only a fool wouldn’t have noticed his stare and how conveniently he had a clear view of you at every gathering, every ball.

They called him paranoid. 

‘Hah! And in the end I was… right…’ he kicks the thought out the window.  

Try as he might, Your father kept quiet about the full details, distracting Zac with promises of outings and trips to the forest once he’s done. 

New lessons that are above his age-range so the boy would study more, harder, leaving no room for him to sate his curiosity, answers needed yet not given. However, your father didn't take into account just how cunning his son was when it came to avoiding the teachers and rushing through the lessons. 

He lingers in the hallway after the office door shuts. Across from your father’s office are three small portraits - your sister Elena when she was in her teens, his that was commissioned last year, and yours, taken a month before you turned eighteen.

A small reminder of the person you were before your marriage, bright eyed with a sweet and genuine smile.

‘Oh. So that's why he commissioned it.’

Zac stares at it for a bit longer before he walks away, head high high, a destination in mind. He needs to apologize for his father’s rudeness, after all.

It’s not a long walk, a rather short one to get to the area where they hold guests. A left turn and he’s there, the doors shut as two guards stand outside. He frowns at the challenge that stands between him and his goal.

He needs to talk to that person. He already knows who he is, as he was sent by a certain Agriche every now and then, the man awkward given the situation. He’s not sure why when the doctor isn’t directly involved with the house affairs of Black Agriche and (Last Name). Still, he’s a guest and should be treated as such.

 However, it doesn’t change the fact that one who sent him was the very man who watched you from afar. He should have told you and not them. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in that hellhole. 

Still, he’s slightly, barely better than the first candidate suggested by Lant. He kicks himself for thinking about his repulsive brother-in-law in any sort of decent light.

Small amounts of anxiety sparks throughout his body. They’re armed, stiff. Considering who it was, it would only make sense to keep him guarded. Or to keep him trapped, rather.

He scoffs, knowing that their visitor wasn’t adapted in combat. Nor was he a trouble maker, always quick to leave once everything was said and done.

He wonders what he came here for.

Still, it’s not like he can stop here. He strolls up to the two men with a boyish grin, calming his beating heart. With a whistle, he greets him as they bow, staying in place. Their swords are in their sheaths, ready to be drawn.

He knows they won’t hurt him, but the nervousness is still there.

“Wow. Now this is interesting - who’s the big shot?” Hands in his pockets, Zac’s eyes gleam with mischief, pretending he doesn’t know who’s on the other side. The guards don’t leave their post.

“Just a visitor, Young Master,” one answers with a glance to the other. They look nervous.

“I can see that,” Zac shrugs, amusement building as the man only makes it look more suspicious. Do they not know how to be subtle?

No. Rather, does he not know how to mind his own business? He imagines you right here, scolding him for involving himself in matters that he’s too young to understand, before you sigh and say how you worry about him.

 “But why are there two of you stationed here? Usually it’s one max, unless it’s something dire… not to mention father is still locked away in his office. Are they here for my mother?”

“It’s… complicated. He was promised an audience with the Master at some point, that’s all we know.”

“Then why say it’s complicated?” The man behind that door - he’s the only guest to ever have two guards stand outside the room. Do they think he’s an idiot? No, rather, why are they hiding his identity when the Heir of the (Last Name) family has already met him? 

Or maybe his father had decided to leave him out of it. For his own good or whatever else, he doesn’t know.

The other guard takes his shot. “Don’t mind him, Young Master - always wanting to make things mysterious.” An awkward chuckle that’s returned by the other two. Your brother stays.

However, the severnats and guards of this house have always been weak to him - no, to all of the children of (Last Name).

“Speaking of father… he’s been down in the dumps. He’s been cooped up in that stuffy room all day - how inappropriate would it be to rush him?” He tilts his head, (h/c) bangs falling over his eyes. “He needs a break and that guy,” he points at the heavy doors, “shouldn’t be kept waiting - two birds with one stone.”

He’s spewing out whatever. He just wants to see the man, although, it would also be a lie to say he didn’t want his father to take a break. But he uses the visitor against them as well.

After all,  that doctor must be so fatigued, traveling so far. “It’s rude to keep him waiting. That’s assuming he’s been here for a while, if not, then I apologize for my impudence.” 

The little shit bows as the guards share a look. An uneasy yet guilt ridden furrow of their brows shows he was correct in the visitor waiting for a tad too long. A pause before one responds, only to be interrupted by the youth. 

“Of course, it isn’t exactly my place to speak, but…,” his (e/c) eyes shine as he bitterly smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m just worried about them. The guest since he’s been waiting, and my father is still mourning after he gave my sister away… I just want to show her that our father is still taking care of himself and his duties.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s yapping. He’s saying anything that comes to mind now, trial and error proving what’s working and what’s not.

“To be honest, it feels more like she passed away rather than getting married. I don’t want him to become depressed, and I certainly don’t want our guest to think he’s lousy because of his current actions." When he looks up, the guards look more guilty. 

It’s funny, seeing how none of this was their fault. He does feel some guilt, but not enough to shut up.

If you were here you would have dragged him away. 

“But, if father is too busy, then I wouldn’t mind giving our guest some company - if anything, maybe it’ll show just how much effort I am putting in as the Heir. A guest should never wait for so long.” 

The guards share one last look. “Well… just for a bit. We already checked his person and didn’t find anything suspicious or dangerous. And even then, we confiscated all of his belongings.” Now he feels worse, but also entertained - was it really a good idea to let a twelve-year-old in alone with an important guest?

The answer is no, but they let him in anyway. Then again, why wouldn’t they? He’s Zachary (Last Name), the same boy they watch grow up, who might be impish but is on his best behavior when the time comes for it and -

“Thank you for allowing me to keep him company.” 

There’s a chance one might leave and report this to your father. There’s also a chance they’ll keep quiet and warn him that his time is up when the appointment time is near.

The door closes behind him and he sees a certain redhead sitting on the lounge chair. He looks stiff, relaxing not in his dictionary. The sound of the creaking doors makes the guest jittery.

Once the guest turns his head, Zac greets him. 

“Hello, doctor.”

- - -

“Ack…” shivers crawl down your spine as you hold back a sneeze. The sharp sensation leaves as quickly as it came. 

How odd. 

The distraction is forgotten as you open a door that leads into an outdoor hallway. You stop in your tracks as you look ahead. A heavy metal door greets you at the other end, but on the wall on the right side are many. Full sets of armor serve as decoration.

Your heart flutters. This is the location where Dion confronted Roxana for the first time.

Roxana with her wet hair that only made her golden locks look more like gentle waves. Roxana, where her green skirt prettily went with her semi-sheer white shirt, the blue and gold necklace that, despite being simple, brings the outfit together. Roxana with her bandaged arm that would be drenched in blood as Dion roughly grabbed it and -

Oh. right. Dion.

The memory of the manhwa along with the undesired events that took place earlier increase your dislike of him. But… Why was he so different here than he was there? Maybe… It's because the main story hasn’t started yet. 

Or maybe you’re too tired to think of other possible explanations.

“... I wonder if that door leads into Cassis’ room…” you mumble to yourself, debating if you should just turn around. Truthfully speaking, you were zoned out the entire time, so you don't even know how you got here. Or how to get back. 

But do you want to go back? What if Dion’s still in the bedroom - then what? It’s his, so you can’t kick him out. And even if it was yours, you wouldn’t have the guts to do it then, either. 

“...” with a sharp breath, you start to walk forwards, slowly like an injured animal, wary of what’s up ahead. With each step comes bubbling anxiety, unaware of where it is that you’re going. Your mind won’t shut up.

Should I keep going?

What if it’s a room meant for toys?

Or worse, I run into someone willing to hurt me?

Maybe I should turn back. 

I’m scared. 

It feels like hours but it only took minutes, at most, to reach the doors. You grab it by the circular knob and prepare to open it. But your arm freezes.

Your entire body does. The sun is out but you feel cold. Your breathing picks up once you hear one of the doors to the side open, heavy footsteps accompanying the creak. Pure terror and fear starts to rot you from the inside out as you hear a familiar and disgusting voice - you only heard it once, during your wedding. But you never forgot it.

It’s impossible to.

You bite your lip, wishing that this man was already dead. But he’s not, dread crawling down your spine as seconds pass. It’s cold, the feeling that the fiend gives you.

Repressing a violent tremble, your ears bleed as that voice greets you, gruff and low, once annoyed but becomes amused at the sight of you. You may hate and fear your husband, but this man is worse. 

“Oh? If it isn’t Dion’s little wife - (Name), right?” Fontaine Agriche snickers out and you shut your eyes while mentally preparing yourself. Your hands shake and legs buck under your weight. Even so, you let go of the door knob to face and greet your in-law with a curtsy, eyes shaking with fear.

Of all the people to run into… Why him?

Your right thumb starts to sting, your bad habit never going away. You ignore it.

Alarm bells always go off with your husband. But sirens are screaming as you stand before Fontaine, trying your best not to let out the scream that’s bubbling in your throat. Your body feels heavy and resists you as you force your head up. Against your wishes, you take in his appearance by habit.

He’s not ugly but dull looking - however, when he eyes you like a piece of meat, you decide that he’s ugly after all. Even Dion doesn’t do that, and it’s an extremely low bar. Doesn’t change the fact that both men are perverted, but, ironically enough, you feel safer with Dion.

You almost scoff at yourself - Dion? Making you feel safe? Maybe pigs are flying in your old world.

This man has images of forced intimacy flashing in your mind. Screams that would be ignored if heard. Forget being locked in a cage - your gut tells you that a worst faith awaits you if you were to ever become too involved with Fontaine. You swallow down bile.

Sweat pools at the nape of your neck. A primal, raw fear and caution kicks at you, more vibrant, stronger than the one you feel with Dion. With him, it feels like imprisonment, but with Fontaine it feels like rape.

 You stop yourself from licking your dry lips, from acting too submissively. Your heart hammers against your ribcage painfully, a thud at the back of your head.

You bite your tongue hard enough to almost taste blood. You don’t want to talk to him, but what choice do you have? 

Don’t stutter, please, please please.

“Oh, I’m gla-glad that you remember my name, Young Master Fontaine.” You stutter once as your voice wavers and you’re cursing yourself mentally. Showing weakness in front of this man was a mistake - especially when he licks his lips, his eyes focused on your chest. 

You resist the urge to recoil in disgust. To be so… apparent with his sexual urges… does he have no shame? 

“How could I? After all, you’re a pretty little thing - it wouldn’t make sense for me to not remember your name.” Your eyes travel to the collar of his expensive shirt - specks of blood that stain it. The same goes for his sleeve and even on his cheek, right where his scar is. 

You look at the door where he came from. You put two and two together - he must be leaving a toy’s room. Your stomach twists painfully at the realization. 

The thought of you becoming his has your blood rushing. You look behind him - how far was the door on the other side?

It feels like something is tugging at your feet, making your movements sluggish. You push through the pressure that threatens to drown you. 

“I’m… flattered, but I’m not sure how my husband would react to that,” you gulp when his smile twitches into a scowl at the mention of his accursed brother. However, he quickly breaks into a grin with a quick glance around the area. He sees that you’re alone.

That fact makes panic rise deep inside your chest. Your gut is telling you to run.

“Come now, it’s not like I'm crossing any boundaries. I’m sure Dion would understand where I’m coming from.” He takes a step towards you, gauging how close he should get. You need to end this encounter, your gut screams.

Your legs twitch and you hold yourself back from walking past him. You also hold back from kicking him in the groin, the one area that would have him double over in pain. The thought is tempting when you can barely listen to rationality.

“That’s… interesting. How about we go ask him real quick? I just left our room not too long ago.” Your smile looks warm to the grey-eyed man, but the corners of your lips threaten to slip. It’s painful to keep the facade. 

Your brother-in-law takes another step towards you. His grin widens once he sees the hint of fear in your eyes. His confidence nearly makes you gag.

“You just left? And he didn’t accompany you?” He smells like blood, fresh and raw. A primal look of lust is in his eyes, and when his gaze sticks to the base of your neck, you feel like throwing up. He hums in thought.

Is he really… lusting after me, his sister-in-law!? Wait, considering he wanted Roxana in the manhwa, it’s… still disgusting.

Your voice catches in your throat, so he talks for you. “If it were me,” he starts as he backs you against the doors, “I wouldn’t have left you alone in this maze of a mansion.” One of his hands presses against the metal near your waist. Ever so slowly, it moves from the door and to your waist, teasing the fabric of your dress before he fully grabs you. You glance at it before looking back at his face, stomach churning and faith dwindling further. 

You need to get out of here. 

“O-oh… Lady Roxana!? I didn’t expect to see you here!” 

Fooled by your warm smile and excited voice, Fontaine looks behind him, only to see no-one. While he’s distracted by your lie, you quickly stomped on his foot using the heel of your shoe. Your reflexes have chosen both flight and fight. 

He howls in pain, bringing his foot up enough to hold it.

“Y-you bitch -”

“Sorry, I have to go!” 

Taking this opportunity, you run past him, faster than you ever have. It was like you weren’t even wearing heels, barely able to open the door as his hands grasp at your skirt, the man recovering from the surprise attack. You gasp when gets a hold, and since he was so focused on getting you, he was too cocky and pissed to notice your elbow flying to his throat.

“G-gah!” He gasps for air and in pain, saliva dribbling down his chin. You don’t look back as the door shuts behind you. 

CLACK, CLACK, CLACK

Your lungs scream for air, a sharp pain in your feet as your legs beg for rest. You don’t listen to them, running down the hallway like a mad woman. It’s a ghost town and that makes you fear for your safety even more - no eyes to watch him. No-one to report him to Dion, if they bother to.

But a small part of your mind suggests that maybe this could be a good thing. For one, you don’t know how Lant would react if he were to find out that you injured his first born once it gets reported to him. Not only that, but if it’s a low ranked servant or guard, no-one would fight against him, and even if they did stand up to him, he could and would easily kill them. 

He’s strong enough to do so.

He has the authority to get away with it.  

Then, another thought hits you - what if none of the siblings know about Dion’s obsession over you? That he would willingly punish them if they get too close - or, at least you assume so. Regardless, most would stay far away from you if they ever learn he favors you.

After all, who would try their luck with the most brutal Agriche? The favorite son, the most skilled in hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting - it would be a death wish. Only a fool would try to take what’s his.

Your lungs start to burn. Air is harder to take in, and you have to force your legs to keep going. You have to. Getting caught by your even more perverted brother-in-law is not an option.

You’re starting to regret leaving the bedroom.

“Hah, hah, oh fuck, it hurts,” you pant, your speed decreasing. You push through the smothering pain until you reach a dead end - two doors on each wall. You try the left, rattling the doorknob, only to find that it’s locked. You try the other and it opens, but in your panic, you open it too quickly, falling into the room, twisting your left ankle in the process.

“Where the hell is she!?” He’s not near you but he screams so loud it echoes off the walls.

At Fontaine’s yelling, you crawl into the room, wincing as it shuts close louder than it should.

You can’t hear him anymore. Your lungs work overtime to take in air, on fire despite resting. Drool hangs from your mouth directly as you hang your head. On your knees, you start to dry heave, slamming a hand over your mouth to prevent you from throwing up and to muffle any noise. 

Your left ankle starts to sting almost unbearably. It feels like needles are being stabbed into it, sharp and pointed. Slowly, your gaze travels to it as you move your dress away from the area. You can’t stop yourself from scoffing at your horrible luck, the swelling already forming. 

“Hah. I just sprained it…” ironic that you ran for your safety only to hurt yourself in the process. The pain distracts you from the events that just transpired, running away from Fontatine. Your fingers curl as fists form on the floor.

The tile is nice and cold. But it doesn’t help much with the forming tears and swollen ankle. You want to cry, a tight pressure in both your eyes and temples. A scream is on the verge of being released but you hold it back by biting your lip.

You taste blood and feel something warm leaking from your lip. The metallic flavor overrides the sour and bitter vomit that was stored in your gums and mouth. 

The tears fall easily. Too hot. Too wet. A sob rips itself out of your throat, chest trembling with the action. 

You freeze when you hear a woman’s voice. 

“Oh? What happened here?” A chair scrapes across the floor, soft steps that stop right next to you. Brown heeled boots enter your vision as your head is too heavy to lift. 

The skirt of her dress is a light green, ending right above her feet. She gets on her knees, her dress giving her a thin padding on the floor. One last shaky breath before you manage to lift your head, meeting soft red eyes - softer than Roxana’s, not as bright as your husband’s. Brown hair that ends at her upper back, straight and her bangs on either side that exposes most of her face.

Her eyes have a brown tint, curiosity in them rather than worry.

Grizelda Agriche.

= = =

So, how’s Zac guys? Everything will make sense. Eventually (I am crying). My pacing is horrible.

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Bite Tony’s 🍑 Fest

Beloveds! We’re in for a second year of me hosting an event! Please, if you feel the desire, come join in!

This is a two week-long event during the end of February with the intention to let someone take a bite of Tony’s 🍑-shaped ass! Pairing does not matter, so long as teeth meet Tony’s perky butt! The dates are more of a guideline, more something to aim for, so if you don't get them finished by the date mentioned, that's fine! This year, whether the prompts are safe for work or not is entirely up to you. Sexy or humorous, the prompts are just a guide! All types of creations are accepted: fic, art, mood boards, etc. Just make sure Tony’s ass is bit somewhere in it! You can also, of course participate as much as you would like. If one day’s prompts call to you and the others don’t, just focus on what helps you have fun!

WHEN POSTING YOUR FAN WORK:

In your post of your work on Tumblr, please tag me with @bitetonysassfest so that I can see it and reblog it! Make sure you do this in the body of the post so that I can definitely see it. In addition, please make sure to label what day and post you are doing (e.g. “Monday: Trope” or “Thursday: Dialogue”). You can also label whether it is SFW or NSFW, but I’ll always just assume they’re NSFW. If you’re posting on AO3, I have a collection there that you can add it to (here).

PROMPT LIST/SCHEDULE:

Sunday (February 16) Trope: Friends to Lovers Kink: Naked Under Apron Dialogue: “Shut up and take your pants off.”

Monday (February 17) Trope: Amnesia Kink: Mission Sex Dialogue: “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”

Tuesday (February 18) Trope: Forbidden Love Kink: Face-Sitting Dialogue: “Did I say you could stop?”

Wednesday (February 19) Trope: Good Cop/Bad Cop Kink: Leather/Lingerie Dialogue: “I don’t think I can make it any clearer what I want you to do to me.”

Thursday (February 20) Trope: Wing Fic Kink: Anonymous Sex Dialogue: “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Friday (February 21) Trope: Omegaverse Kink: Dirty Talk Dialogue: “Just pull the car over!”

Saturday (February 22) Trope: Fake Dating Kink: Pegging Dialogue: “I see the gift I got you fits well.”

Sunday (February 23) Trope: Werewolves Kink: Gun Play Dialogue: “Don’t you want to play with me?”

Monday (February 24) Trope: Only One Bed Kink: Hunter/Prey Dialogue: “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

Tuesday (February 25) Trope: Hurt/Comfort Kink: Phone Sex Dialogue: “Take it off. Slowly.”

Wednesday (February 26) Trope: Mutual Pining Kink: Heat/Rut Dialogue: “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Thursday (February 27) Trope: Sharing Body Heat Kink: Bruising/Bite Marks Dialogue: “You look good all soaking wet.”

Friday (February 28) Trope: Kissing in the Rain Kink: Kink Discovery Dialogue: “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

Saturday (March 1) Trope: Mind Control/Brainwashing Kink: Monster Fucking Dialogue: “I think you forgot to lock the door. That means anyone would walk right in and see you like this.”

[diremoone]

— Christmas Prompts

I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and/or very Happy Holidays and New Year! Feel free to send me some of these dialogue prompts or use them for yourselves as well! ;3

[ the pics are not mine and the beautiful line divider to the wonderful @cafekitsune ]

prompt 1 — “The kids are gonna be pissed there’s no cookies for Santa because you ate them all.”

prompt 2 — “I’ll kiss you anywhere but under the mistletoe.”

prompt 3 — “It’s our baby’s first Christmas. I don’t think they’re going to remember you buying them all of these stuffies.”

prompt 4 — “Merry first Christmas together, baby.”

prompt 5 — “Of course I get sick on Christmas. Only me.”

prompt 6 — “The best Christmas present you could give me is letting me sleep.”

prompt 7 — “Dressing up as Santa isn’t so bad! See?”

prompt 8 — “I know you’ve been wanting to match sweaters. I was looking for ones you’d like to surprise you.”

prompt 9 — “Wake me up when December ends.”

prompt 10 — “I know this is the first time you’ve ever celebrated Christmas.”

prompt 11 — “No that isn’t how you make hot cocoa. You make it with milk, not water.”

prompt 12 — “If you ask me if I wanna build a snowman one more time, I’m gonna break your jaw and ban sexy time.”

prompt 13 — “Oh, my god. Cheesy Christmas movies. I don’t want to— Oh, this one’s actually pretty good.”

prompt 14 — “If that’s your best job at wrapping, I’d say Santa needs to hire some new elves.”

prompt 15 — “I bet there’s gonna be a Christmas pregnancy announcement.” “Yeah, it’ll be ours.”

prompt 16 — “You belong on top of the Christmas tree, angel.”

prompt 17 — “I used to write letters to Santa. No, it’s not cute.”

prompt 18 — “Let me take you to see Christmas lights.”

prompt 19 — “Let’s spend Christmas together. Me, you, and the store bought, pre-lit tree. No? Is it because I insulted the tree?”

prompt 20 — “Baby, I love you, but there are too many sweets. Even for me.”

prompt 21 — “Come back to bed. It’s okay to sleep in. I know you were up all night.”

prompt 22 — “You shouldn’t be cooped up in here by yourself on Christmas.”

prompt 23 — “Yes, I fell and gave myself a concussion and unfortunately had to call you to pick me up. No, hanging tree lights had nothing to do with it.”

prompt 24 — “I didn’t have anyone else to spend Christmas with. Hope you don’t mind if I spend it with you.”

prompt 25 — “I’ve never built a snowman before.”

[andyoullhearitagain]

Every Odo Costume Ranked From Worst To Best Part 1

Odo looks terrible 75% of the time and it's not bad costume design, it's true to the character! But it does test me.  Here's everything he wears definitely ranked.

19. Cardassian Uniform:

It is NOT a good look for him.

18. Seasons 1 and 2 Bajoran Security Uniform:

The original Bajorn uniform is SO UGLY you guys. I understand that it's meant to be beige and unattractive to reflect Odo's discomfort with his appearance and his general state as an awkward stiff guy but, oh man. Boy does it achieve that. It's just so unflattering and it makes him look so old and I hate it.

It has so many fit and construction problems, you guys.

17. Makeshift Blanket Poncho:

I literally think he looks better here than in season 1. Also his hair looks better!

16. Klingon Odo:

I almost forgot about Klingon Odo because while I like Klingons in episodes, I don't like Klingon Episodes, you know what I mean? And Odo would be the very bottom of my list of people to go undercover as a Klingon, I don't care if he IS the chief of security. But he does have the face for it, I have to say.

15. 200 Years in the Future Odo:

Ok it's not thaaaaaat bad an outfit but I really cannot with Casual Summer Farmer Odo. It's just not right. It's not what a want for Odo, fashion-wise. Texture of the tunic is pretty.

14. Federation Infirmary Scrubs:

Oh if you get hurt on a FEDERATION ship they give you a non-stupid outfit, huh? It's cute, I'd lounge around the house in it. Is it insane to rank this above Future Odo? Maybe, but I just think it suits him better.

13. Season 3+ Bajoran Security Uniform:

Oh thank god. They fixed most of the fit problems, mainly by adding padding in the chest and shoulder and eliminating some of the shaping in the side front.

And I don't mean padding like they're trying to change his shape, I mean padding as in they've made a suit coat correctly. They also added a high collar. I don't know WHY they repeated the mistake they made in TNG where they started with crew necks (near universally unflattering) but at least they fixed it. It's still a frumpy, insecure look but it feels much more appropriate. Love that Odo always makes his sleeves too long. 

12. Umpire Odo:

This look absolutely gains points because of how much Odo's enjoying it. And that's the most important part of an outfit! He's serving Dadcore.

Do you think the mask is part of him or do you think he wore a real one because It's The Rules? If he got hit in the face with a baseball would it hurt? Important questions.

11. Season 3 Bajoran Security Uniform But With A Belt:

Odo wore this belt for like six episodes and then Kira said she liked it right before she started dating Shakkar, ruining it for Odo forever. May it rest in peace.

10. Mirror Universe Odo:

I really think they could and should have gone harder on Evil Sexy Odo, but unforch he's just wearing the season 3 uniform in black. It is nicer than the brown though so it ranks higher! When you see the costume in full light it's actually got some nice texture.

But Terok Nor is the darkest place in the galaxy, so for most of the episode it looks like this.

Part 2

[velarisdusk]

I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD PREFACE:

these are NOT meant to be soundalikes. i think our guys would use their own intonations, inflections, and creative decisions for things like cadence and ad-libs in these songs. this is meant to be a showcase of what vibes i think their songs would be. under the cut, i'll have notes on why i chose tracks, certain covers of songs, etc.

All that to say—This Is: Wings of Illyria

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01 The Great Escape — BOYS LIKE GIRLS the song that started it all.... i've definitely said this way too many times, but i'll say it again. the bridge. 'we won't hear a word.... they.... say / they don't know us anyway.' that is azriel's part. that is where the crowd goes batshit (buh dum tss). i think their songs would be a range of stuff like pop-punk, alt, rock. this one might be a bit different than the rest of the energy of the playlist, but i was not folding on this one, it HAD to be in the playlist.

02 Seven Nation Army — The White Stripes the bass in this is so iconic and i thought az deserved it. thats pretty much the only reason, i can't even lie

03 Take Me Out — Franz Ferdinand i just really love this song LMFAOOOO also i can see rhys KILLING IT on guitar. i ALSO really like the thought of az and cass having fun shouting the backing vocals. OH OH and az and rhys playing their instruments back to back with these shit-eating smirks on their faces mmm yum

04 Somebody Told Me — The Killers this is the first of the "fun" songs i chose for them, i think that'll make more sense when you listen to the rest of the "fun" ones. like i think these are the slightly less serious songs that they'd enjoy performing.

05 Kryptonite — 3 Doors Down i think this is one of the ones i find truer to their usual sound (usual, i say, as if i didnt just make it all up lol)

06 Sex on Fire — Kings of Leon a more mellow one comparatively. the instrumentals are great in this and i see them having fun with it

07 Come As You Are — Nirvana also a bit more mellow, but i think rhys would kill this

08 Aerials — System Of A Down so.. serj tankian has a very unique voice and i love it but obv rhys wouldnt sound like that yknow? i just think the guitar in this song is awesome and i think rhys would have a lot of fun playing this one (also az on harmony yum)

09 The Kill — Thirty Seconds To Mars a classic emo/alt song. this one all around is AMAZING for them. the backing vocals, the belting, the DRUMS. cass would have so much fun on this one

10 Everlong — Foo Fighters starts slow but picks up, i think the instrumentals all around are very them. i see rhys being super passionate on vocals (not to mention how iconic the guitar is HELLOOOO), cass smashing the mf drums, az with the mellow backing vocals

11 Dance, Dance — Fall Out Boy i think if any of these songs are a bit out of the realm of the others, these two fall out boy tracks are it. dont get me wrong, it still fits into the vibe with those "fun" songs i was talking about, it's just one of their less serious songs i think

12 Thnks fr th Mmrs — Fall Out Boy three hot guys singing about casual sex. need i say more?

13 Dear Maria, Count Me In — All Time Low pop punk singer rhys!! i love!! another "fun" song

14 Are You Gonna Be My Girl — Jet yet another "fun" song! ugh idk i just find them singing about a girl to be very hot and sexy

15 You're Gonna Go Far, Kid — The Offspring the guitar.. the aggressive lyrics.... the shouted ad libs (def cass on the 'trust, deceived' at the end of the second verse) and the lower harmony by az

16 Scotty Doesn't Know — Lustra A "FUN" SONG!! ONE OF MY FAV "FUN" SONGS ON THIS LIST!! like i said,, these hot guys singing about a girl.. add in the fact that theyre singing about fucking her>>>>>

17 I Was Made For Lovin' You — YUNGBLUD OKAY. i have a good bit to say about this one bc i realize it's an interesting choice. i had the original by KISS on here at first, but the sound was a bit too classic rock compared to the rest of their stuff. this cover gives a bit more of a modern-alt-rock sound? i want to make known that i HATE the way "can't" in the first "i can't get enough of you baby" is sung, but it's only once. i also love the PICK UP IN TEMPO AAAAA its really good. let me walk you through the thought process. im seeing in concert we've got like.. a dark stage. a spotlight on rhys seated at a piano, singing into the mic. once he sings the first chorus, he stands, the lights come up, az tosses him his guitar, he catches it with one hand, throwing the strap over himself, the guitar spins around him and then rhys starts fuckin GOING AT IT. anyway..... yeah that's why i chose this cover instead of the original

18 You Give Love A Bad Name — Bon Jovi ik i said classic rock wasnt their sound but this one is just so good. i can see them giving this one a slightly more modern feel

19 Savior — Rise Against do me a favor. listen to this with headphones. start the song with just the right earbud in, then at the end of that intro verse, put the left one in so the guitar grows. those isolated vocals would be az. thank u.

20 Situations — Escape the Fate remember how 16 was one of my fav "fun" songs on the list? THIS is my fav one. its just so openly sexual, vey raunchy, they'd be very sexy singing this and the crowd would cream their pants

21 The Drug In Me Is You — Falling In Reverse this one's just as simple as great vocals, bitchin guitar, amazing drums

22 Paralyzer — Finger Eleven again, BITCHIN guitar

23 I Hate Everything About You — Three Days Grace the AGGRESSION!!!!! RAAAA!!!!!!! thats it, it's aggressive and they'd be hot playing this song

24 Covet — Basement another slower song, but i love it so i put it. duh. every album has one or two slower songs, this is one of them.

25 Zombie — Bad Wolves i absolutely LOVE this one. it has more of that rock feel for these guys than the original by the cranberries. thats why i chose this cover. i can see them head banging to this one

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yall were interested so just gonna tag you here!! hope you enjoy :D @anarchiii @chairofchaos @blushingfawnsposts @mellowmusings @acoazlove

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[auntie-venom]

Fan Fiction Recommendations

I figured I’d take the time to put down some of my favorite fan fictions for anyone who wants them. I am only putting up completed series, with a few exceptions. And I’ll add more as I think about it. Make sure to give the authors lots of love! They deserve it!

Also, let me know if any links do not work.

Star Wars

✶ Alpha-17 ✶

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Yours

By @wanderinginksplot

Rating: Teen and Mature Reader was assigned to Kamino to do some administrative work for the senate, and when her presence draws some of the clones to try their inexperienced flirting with her Alpha volunteers to scare them away. This story single-handedly turned my attention towards Alpha works. It is a slow burn filled with great banter and I really enjoy Alpha’s characterization here.

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Alpha & “Doc”

By @wings-and-beskar

Rating: Explicit Reader attempts to have a peaceful shower but has to deal with Alpha-17’s presence and persistence to be around her. Absolutely sexy series that I hope gets more fics added to it! Just Alpha’s begging alone in the second story had me faint.

✶ Rex ✶

➤ Rex/Female Reader

Hierarchy of Needs

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader is a Jedi on a mission with Rex when a toxin affects them both causing them both to seek relief. Fuck-or-die? YES, PLEASE! I love this trope, ESPECIALLY when it is written as well as this. It is sexy, passionate, filled with yearning, and we end on a sweet note, which I love. 

➤ Rex/Original Female Character

Stories

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Cori is a documentarian and follows the adventures of the 501st where the Captain unexpectedly falls for her. Filled with great relationships, banter, and found family, this is a truly beautiful saga of love and perseverance

✶ Wolffe ✶

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader

A New Tomorrow

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Mature and Explicit Reader does a favor for Plo Koon where she ends up as Commander Wolffe’s assistant and they do not like each other. This is a slow-burn, tension-filled, antagonists-to-lovers series that had me in a chokehold for a week while I read it. I laughed, I cried, I stared out a window and thought for hours about it. Alli writes Wolffe so well and I can’t recommend her enough.

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader (Original Female Character)

No Strings Attached

By @cyarbika

Rating: Explicit Reader/Cherise is the owner of 79’s and Wolffe is a cocky asshole that just pisses her off. This series has made me cry and text my IRL friends to rant and rave. Phenomenal Wolffe characterization and beautiful writing. Has antagonists-to-lovers where he falls first she falls harder. Please read it so we can talk about it.

➤ Wolffe/Original Female Character

I Need You

By @ulchabhangorm

Rating: Explicit Sadhbh struggles to keep her growing feelings with Wolffe hidden after they originally agreed to be just friends with benefits. This fic is filled with yearning and passion and completely hooked me! The whole series of one shots have me eagerly waiting for the full Sadhbh/Wolffe story that Maia is writing and I cannot get enough!

✶ Wolffe and Fox ✶ (No Clonecest)

➤ Fox/Female Reader, Wolffe/Female Reader (No Clonecest)

I trust him, and he trusts me

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Explicit Reader is in a relationship with Fox when Wolffe interrupts an intimate moment and it sets in motion a new dynamic. This sexy oneshot explores the way trust translates into intimacy and I related to it on a molecular level. Hot and sweet, just how I like it.

✶ Fox ✶

➤ Fox/Female Reader

Shadow Play

By @wizardofrozz

Rating: Explicit Reader is a senator and is in a secret relationship with Fox, and they have a pretty public fuck. This is just such a hot oneshot.

➤ Fox/Original Female Character

After a Fashion

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Sylvi is the designer who makes all of Senator Amidala’s wonderful gowns, and she keeps running into the very stern Commander Fox. This story, as with most of Aggy’s fics, has a chokehold on me. The fic is beautiful story of love filled with banter and phenomenal characterizations.

✶ Gregor ✶

➤ Gregor/Original Female Character

The Deal

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Ashla is the chosen medical carer for Skirata’s commandos and is lovingly set up with Gregor by her new chosen family. this story is filled with love, angst, and family that warm my soul! Aggy really has a way to my heart with her stories.

✶ Kix ✶

➤ Kix/Original Female Character

Martyrs and Kings 

By @dystopicjumpsuit

Rating: Explicit Dr. Maree Finnall helps Kix find answers to what happened to his long-lost brothers after he wakes fifty years into the future. While it is a love story, Kix is rightfully filled with angst. Seeing him work through his grief of losing his brothers while being the last clone standing is heart wrenching. 

✶ Fives ✶

➤ Fives/Female Reader

Heartbeat

by @ariadnes-red-thread

Rating: Explicit Reader and Fives are trapped with death coming for them and they take to opportunity to die without regrets. The passion and tension of this oneshot is delicious!

✶ Tech ✶

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Scientific Purposes

By @doublesunsets

Rating: Explicit Reader discovers Tech accidentally recorded a private moment of hers and when confronted she challenges his claim that it was for scientific purposes. Author plays into Tech’s curious nature and uses reader’s body for discoveries. It is hot and has great back and forth between Tech and Reader.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

the beast against the wall

By buryustogether

Rating: Explicit Tech is exposed to a toxin when he protects Reader that makes him lose his inhibitions. Phenomenal sex pollen story that leads to a feral Tech, and I am OBSESSED.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

The Quarry

By Littlelady1121

Rating: Mature Reader is a target to bring in to Cid, but there is more to her than it seems. Minor slowburn with a wonderful found family story with great characterizations. 

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Nighttime Variations

By @bring-backup-99

Rating: Explicit Reader meets Tech when he stays at her inn, and they hit it off. This is a great balance of sexy and sweet! She does a great characterization of Tech and if you like her work and want to get kinkier I’d recommend her Bad Choices series as well. 

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Quick And Dirty

By @eyecandyeoz

Rating: Explicit Reader helps Tech do repairs, and clean up afterward. Sexy one shot with some fun back and forth between our favorite info dumper! Candy has a bunch of hot one shots and gorgeous artwork as well!

✶ Howzer ✶

➤ Howzer/Female Reader

Doctor’s Orders

By @grampsoninspace

Rating: Explicit Captain Howzer is a cocky flirt to the Reader Medic, and it goes his way. This was fun to see a lee burdened more flirtatious Howzer and had some great tension building with some hot smut!

✶ Cassian Andor ✶

➤ Cassian Andor/Original Female Character

Starlight

By @joeybelle

Rating: Explicit While on a mission Cassian gets strong-armed into helping a medic escape the Empire, and it doesn't go to her plans at all. Slow burn and tension galore, along with angst. The sequel is unfinished but I hope upon hope one day she will continue it!

✶ Din Djarin ✶

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Rough Day

By @no-droids

Rating: Explicit Reader signed up to be Grogu’s babysitter and got involved in a fuckfest with the kid’s father. The tiktok famous porn with plot, Mando fic everyone talks about. It truly is a well-written story amongst the smut!

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Be-all and Endor

By: @djarins-cyare

Rating: Explicit Reader is a technician on Endor when the Mandalorian crosses her path and she decides to help him Insanely well-written saga that explores culture and the universe of Star Wars.

✶ Poe Dameron ✶

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Nine

By @foxilayde

Rating: Explicit Sexy oneshot of a boiling point moment between friends Poe and Reader and then it's just smut central. Love the banter and the idiots-in-love so much.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

The Bet

By @no-droids 

Rating: Explicit Poe and Reader make a bet on who can stay abstinent the longest, when they try to get the other to fold the tension begins to snap. One of the hottest smut fics I’ve ever read. I use this as a way to convince my IRL friends to start reading fanfiction.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Directions

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader admits shes never climaxed with a partner before and Poe is determined to change that. This is a beautifully written friends to lovers smut oneshot that I just love to bits.

Moon Knight

✶ Steven Grant and Marc Spector ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Red Flags

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit Fantastically written story about dating Steven while not knowing about Marc (and Jake) and all the red flags with dating someone hiding a part of themselves. Full stop my favorite Moon Knight fic to date, and I even make my non-fanfiction reader friends read it.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

fallen from heaven, grown on earth

By davosmymaster

Rating: Mature Marc asks his long-time friend to watch over Steven as he lets him be the primary front. Reader falls in love with Steven after pining over Marc their entire relationship and it causes some ANGST. Lots of yearning and a happy ending.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Stuck

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader stops by Steven’s place to bring him his lost badge when Marc answers the door and seduces her. Just a sexy little two-shot that I like to reread a lot.

✶ Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader, Jake Lockley/Female Reader

Gift of Min

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit An ancient aphrodisiac spirit is released and reader has to help Steven through it. Another fantastic piece of work form these two, and it is in one of my top five tropes! Absolutely so hot and passionate.

Triple Frontier

✶ Francisco "Catfish" Morales ✶

➤ Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Female Reader 

Something New

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit Reader hires a sex worker after a period of loneliness brought on by divorce. This whole series is absolutely soft and wholesome while being so sexy.

Kingsman

✶ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels ✶

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Whiskey & Westworld

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit A universe where the Kingsman characters are robots in the Westworld Theme Park when Reader comes to visit. This story is so well written and the tension build-up is delicious.

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Harder to Hold

By @brandyllyn

Rating: Explicit Reader becomes the seduction target of Jack Daniels and she doesn’t understand why. The sexiness and espionage in this fic is so fun!

Ghostbusters

✶ Egon Spengler ✶

➤ Egon Spengler/Female Reader

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments)

By @psychokinetic-ectoplasm

Rating: Explicit Reader helps out Egon with the mood slime experiments. Just gloriously filthy smut that develops into feelings.  

Dragon Age

✶ The Iron Bull ✶

➤ Iron Bull/Original Female Character

Gina and the Iron Bull

By Lexi Banner (jinbaittai)

Rating: Explicit After an accident in another universe, a woman ends up in Thedas during the time of the Inquisition. I am a SUCKER for someone falling into another universe, and this is a long hot romance.

✶ Cullen Rutherford ✶

➤ Cullen Rutherford/Female Commander Shepard 

The Two Commanders

By Katieee

Rating: Explicit When Commander Shepard destroys the reapers, she wakes up to find herself in Thedas where her biotics are mistaken for magic. Again, I love fish-out-of-water stories where someone from a different universe ends up in another, and I also love to see Shepard be a badass. Takes place over a series of years and is just a fun read.

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me 🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - age gap,, i think thats all

all of the songs and celebrities mentioned in here are from the time periods this was written if you are confused🩷

Chapter 1

It was 1956. I was living with my family at the Bergstrom Air Force Base in Austin, Texas, where my father, then Captain, Joseph Paul y/ln, a career officer, was stationed. He came home late for dinner one evening and handed me a record album.

“I don’t know what this Matt guy is all about,” he said, “but he must be something special. I stood in line with half the Air Force at the PX to get this for you; everybody wants it.”

I put the record on the hi-fi and heard the rocking music of “Blue Suede Shoes.” The album was titled Matt Sturniolo. It was his first.

Like almost every other kid in America, I liked Matt but not as fanatically as many of my girl friends at Del Valley Junior High. They all had Matt T-shirts and Matt hats and Matt socks and even lipstick in colors with names like Hound Dog Orange and Heartbreak Pink referencing names of his songs. Matt was everywhere, on bubblegum cards and Bermuda shorts, on diaries and wallets and pictures that glowed in the dark. The boys at school began trying to look like him, with their fluffy hair and turned up collars.

One girl was so crazy about him that she was running his local fan club. She said I could join for twenty-five cents, the price of a book she’d ordered for me by mail. When I received it, I was shocked to see a picture of Matt signing the bare chests of a couple of girls, at that time an unheard-of act.

Then I saw him on television on Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey’s Stage Show. He was sexy and handsome, with his deep brooding eyes, pouty lips, and crooked smile. He strutted out to the microphone, spread his legs, leaned back, and strummed his guitar. Then he began singing with such confidence, moving his body with unbridled sexuality. Despite myself, I was attracted.

Some members of his adult audience were less enthusiastic. Soon his performances were labeled obscene. My mother stated emphatically that he was “a bad influence for teenage girls. He arouses things in them that shouldn’t be aroused. If there’s ever a mothers’ march against Matt Sturniolo, I’ll be the first in line.”

But I’d heard that despite all of his stage antics and lustful, tough-guy looks, Matt came from a strict Southern Christian background. He was a country boy who didn’t smoke or drink, who loved and honored his parents, and who addressed all adults as “sir” or “ma’am.”

I was an Air Force child, a shy, pretty little girl, unhappily accustomed to moving from base to base every two or three years. By the time I was eleven, I had lived in six different cities and, fearful of not being accepted, I either kept to myself or waited for someone to befriend me. I found it especially difficult entering a new school in the middle of the year, when cliques had already been established and newcomers were considered outsiders.

Small and petite, with long y/hc hair, y/ec eyes, and an upturned nose, I was always stared at by the other students. At first girls would see me as a rival, afraid I’d take their boyfriends away. I seemed to feel more comfortable with boys—and they were usually friendlier.

People always said I was the prettiest girl in school, but I never felt that way. I was skinny, practically scrawny, and even if I was as cute, as people said, I wanted to have more than just good looks. Only with my family did I really feel totally protected and loved. Close and supportive, they provided my stability.

A photographer’s model before her marriage, my mother was totally devoted to her family. As the oldest, it was my responsibility to help her with the kids. After me, there were Don, four years younger, and Michelle, my only sister, who was five years younger than Don. Jeff and the twins, Tim and Tom, hadn’t yet been born.

My mother was too shy to talk about the facts of life, so my sex education came in school, when I was in the sixth grade. Some kids were passing around a book that looked like the Bible from the outside, but when you opened it, there were pictures of men making love to women, and women making love to each other.

My body was changing and stirring with new feelings. I’d gotten looks from boys at school, and once a picture of me in a tight turtleneck sweater was stolen from the school bulletin board. Yet I was still a child, embarrassed about my own sexuality. I fantasized endlessly about French-kissing, but when my friends who hung around our house played spin the bottle, it would take me half an hour to let a boy kiss my pursed lips.

My strong, handsome father was the center of our world. He was a hard worker who had earned his degree in Business Administration at University of Texas. At home he ran a tight ship. He was a firm believer in discipline and responsibility, and he and I frequently knocked heads. When I became a cheerleader at thirteen, it was all I could do to convince him to let me go to out-of-town games. Other times no amount of crying, pleading, or appealing to my mother would change his mind. When he laid down the law, that was that.

I managed to get around him occasionally. When he refused to let me wear a tight skirt, I joined the Girl Scouts specifically so I could wear their tight uniform.

My parents were survivors. Although they often had to struggle financially, we children were the last to feel it. When I was a little girl my mother sewed pretty tablecloths to cover the orange crates that we used as end tables. Rather than do without, we made the best of what we had.

Dinner was strictly group participation: Mother cooked, one of us set the table, and the rest cleaned up. Nobody got away with anything, but we were very supportive of one another. I felt fortunate to have a close-knit family.

Going through old albums of family photographs showing my parents when they were young fascinated me. I was curious about the past. World War II intrigued me, especially since my father had fought with the Marines on Okinawa. He looked handsome in his uniform—you could tell he was posing for my mother—but somehow his smile looked out of place, especially when you realized where he was. When I read the note on the back of the picture about how much he missed my mother, my eyes filled with tears.

While rummaging through the family keepsakes I came upon a small wooden box. Inside was a carefully folded American flag, the kind that I knew was given to servicemen’s widows. Also inside the box was a picture of my mother with her arm around a strange man and, sitting on her lap, an infant. On the back of the photo was inscribed “Mommy, Daddy, y/n.” I had discovered a family secret.

Feeling betrayed, I ran to phone my mother, who was at a party nearby. Within minutes I was in her arms, crying as she calmed me and explained that when I was six months old, my real father, Lieutenant James Wagner, a handsome Navy pilot, had been killed in a plane crash while returning home on leave. Two and a half years later, she married Paul y/ln, who adopted me and had always loved me as his own.

Mother suggested I keep my discovery from the other children. She felt it would endanger our family closeness, though when it did become known, it had no effect on our feelings for one another. She gave me a gold locket that my father had given her. I cherished that locket and wore it for years and fantasized that my father died a great hero. In times of emotional pain and loneliness he would become my guardian angel.

By the end of the year, I’d been nominated to run for Queen of Del Valley Junior High. This was my first taste of politics and competition and it was especially trying because I was running against Millie Collins, my best friend.

We each had a campaign manager introducing us as we went from house to house knocking on doors. My manager tried to talk each person into voting for me and donating a penny or more per vote to a school fund. The nominee who collected the most money won. I was sure that this competition would jeopardize my friendship with Millie, which was more important to me than winning. I considered quitting but felt I couldn’t let my parents or my supporters down. While my mother was out looking for a dress for me to wear to the coronation, my dad kept reminding me to memorize an acceptance speech. I kept putting it off, certain I was going to lose.

It was the last day of the campaign, and a rumor began circulating that Millie’s grandparents had put in a hundred-dollar bill for their vote. My parents were disappointed; there was no way that they could afford to match that much money and even if they could, they objected on principle.

The night they announced the winner, I was all dressed up in a new turquoise blue, strapless tulle net formal that itched so badly I couldn’t wait to take it off. I sat beside Millie on the dais in the large school auditorium. I could see my parents with happy, confident looks on their faces though I was sure they were going to be disheartened. Then the principal walked up to the podium.

“And now,” she said, hesitating to heighten the suspense, “is the moment you’ve all been waiting for  . . . the culmination of a month of campaigning by our two lovely contestants: y/n y/ln  . . .” All eyes turned toward me. I blushed and glanced at Millie. “ . . . and Millie Collins.” Our eyes locked for a brief, tense moment.

“The new Queen of Del Valley Junior High is  . . .” A drum roll sounded. “ . . . y/n y/ln.”

The audience applauded wildly. I was in shock. Called up to the stage to give my speech, I had none. Sure that I was going to lose, I’d never even bothered to write one. I walked, trembling, to the podium, then looked out at the crowded auditorium. All I could see was my father’s face, growing more disappointed as he realized I had nothing to say. When I finally spoke, it was to apologize.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not prepared to give a speech, as I did not expect to win. But thank you very much for voting for me. I’ll do my very best.” And then, looking at my father, I added, “I’m sorry, Dad.”

I was surprised as the audience graciously applauded, but I still had to face my father and hear him say, “I told you so.”

Being elected Queen was a bittersweet victory, because the closeness that Millie and I once shared was restrained. Still, to me that crown symbolized a wonderful, unfamiliar feeling: acceptance.

My newfound tranquility ended abruptly when my father announced that he was being transferred to Wiesbaden, West Germany.

I was crushed. Germany was the other side of the world. All my fears returned. My first thought was, What am I going to do about my friends? I turned to my mother, who was sympathetic and reminded me that we were in the Air Force and moving was an unavoidable part of our lives.

I finished junior high school, my mother gave birth to baby Jeff, and we said our goodbyes to neighbors and good friends. Everyone promised to write or call, but remembering past promises I knew better. My friend Stephanie jokingly told me that Matt Sturniolo was stationed in Bad Neuheim, West Germany. “Do you believe it? You’re going to be in the same country as Matt Sturniolo,” she said. We looked at a map and found that Bad Neuheim was close to Wiesbaden. I said back, “I’m going over there to meet Matt.” We both laughed, hugged each other, and said goodbye.

West Germany

The fifteen-hour flight to West Germany seemed interminable, but finally we arrived in the beautiful old city of Wiesbaden, headquarters of the U.S. Air Force in Europe. There we checked into the Helene Hotel, a massive and venerable building on the main thoroughfare. After three months, hotel living became too expensive and we began looking for a place to rent.

We felt lucky to find a large apartment in a vintage building constructed long before World War I. Soon after we moved in, we noticed that all the other apartments were rented to single girls. These Fräuleins walked around all day long in robes and negligees, and at night they were dressed to kill. Once we learned a little German, we realized that, although the pension was very discreet, we were living in a brothel.

Moving was out of the question—housing was too scarce—but the location did little to help me to adjust. Not only was I isolated from other American families, but there was the language barrier. I was accustomed to changing schools frequently, but a foreign country posed altogether new problems, principally that I couldn’t share my thoughts. I began to feel that my life had stopped dead in its tracks.

September came and with it, school. Once again I was the new girl. I was no longer popular and secure as I’d been at Del.

There was a place called the Eagles Club, where American service families went for dinner and entertainment. It was within walking distance of the pension and soon proved an important discovery for me. Every day after school, I’d go to the snack bar there and listen to the jukebox and write letters to my friends back home in Austin, telling them how much I missed them. Drowning in tears, I’d spend my weekly allowance playing the songs that were very popular back in the States—Frankie Avalon’s “Venus” and the Everly Brothers’ “All I Have to Do Is Dream.”

One warm summer afternoon, I was sitting with my brother Don when I noticed a handsome man in his twenties staring at me. I’d seen him watching me before, but I’d never paid any attention to him. This time, he stood up and walked toward me. He introduced himself as Steven Wright and asked my name.

“y/n y/ln,” I said, immediately suspicious; he was much older than me.

He asked where in the States I came from, how I liked Germany, and if I liked Matt Sturniolo.

“Of course,” I said, laughing. “Who doesn’t?”

“I’m a good friend of his. My wife and I go to his house quite often. How would you like to join us one evening?”

Unprepared for such an extraordinary invitation, I grew even more skeptical and guarded. I told him I’d have to ask my parents. Over the course of the next two weeks, Steven met my parents and my father checked out his credentials. Steven was also in the Air Force and it turned out that my father knew his commanding officer. That seemed to break the ice between them. Steven assured Dad that I’d be well chaperoned when we visited Matt, who lived off base in a house in Bad Nauheim.

On the appointed night I tore through my closet, trying to find an appropriate outfit. Nothing seemed dressy enough for meeting Matt Sturniolo. I settled on a navy and white sailor dress and white socks and shoes. Surveying myself in the mirror, I thought I looked cute, but being only fourteen, I didn’t think I’d make any kind of impression on Matt.

Eight o’clock finally arrived, and so did Steven Wright and his attractive wife, Carole. Anxious, I hardly spoke to either of them during the forty-five-minute drive. We entered the small town of Bad Nauheim, with its narrow cobblestone streets and plain, old-fashioned houses, and I kept looking around for what I assumed would be Matt’s huge mansion. Instead Steven pulled up to an ordinary-looking three-story house surrounded by a white picket fence.

There was a sign on the gate in German, which translated as: autographs between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m. only. Even though it was after eight o’clock, a large group of friendly German girls waited around expectantly. When I asked Steven about them, he explained that there were always large groups of fans outside the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of Matt.

I followed Steven through the gate and up the short pathway to the door. We were welcomed by James Sturniolo, Matt’s father, a tall, gray-haired, attractive man, who led us down a long hallway to the living room, from which I could hear Brenda Lee on the record player, singing “Sweet Nothin’s.”

The plain, almost drab living room was filled with people, but I spotted Matt immediately. He was handsomer than he appeared in films, younger and more vulnerable-looking with his haircut. He was in civilian clothes, a bright red sweater and tan slacks, and he was sitting with one leg swung over the arm of a large overstuffed chair, with a cigar dangling from his lips.

As Steven led me over to him, Matt stood up and smiled. “Well,” he said. “What have we here?”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I just kept staring at him.

“Matt,” Steven said, “this is y/n y/ln. The girl I told you about.”

We shook hands and he said, “Hi, I’m Matt Sturniolo,” but then there was a silence between us until Matt asked me to sit down beside him, and Steven drifted off.

“So,” Matt said. “Do you go to school?”

“Yes.”

“What are you, about a junior or senior in high school?”

I blushed and said nothing, not willing to reveal that I was only in the ninth grade.

“Well,” he persisted.

“Ninth.”

Matt looked confused. “Ninth what?”

“Grade,” I whispered.

“Ninth grade,” he said and started laughing. “Why, you’re just a baby.”

“Thanks,” I said curtly. Not even Matt Sturniolo had the right to say that to me.

“Well. Seems the little girl has spunk,” he said, laughing again, amused by my response. He gave me that charming smile of his, and all my resentment just melted away.

We made small talk for a while longer. Then Matt got up and walked over to the piano and sat down. The room suddenly grew silent. Everyone’s eyes were focused on him as he began to entertain us.

He sang “Rags to Riches” and “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” and then with his friends singing harmony, “End of the Rainbow.” He also did a Jerry Lee Lewis impersonation, pounding the keys so hard that a glass of water he’d set on the piano began sliding off. When Matt caught it without missing a beat of the song, everyone laughed and applauded except me. I was nervous. I glanced around the room and saw an intimidating life-size poster of a half-nude model on the wall. She was the last person I wanted to see, with her fulsome body, pouting lips, and wild mane of tousled hair. Imagining Matt’s taste in women, I felt very young and out of place.

I glanced up and saw Matt trying to get my attention. I noticed that the less response I showed, the more he began singing just for me. I couldn’t believe that Matt Sturniolo was trying to impress me.

Later, he asked me to come into the kitchen, where he introduced me to his grandmother, Minnie Mae Sturniolo, who stood by the stove, frying a huge pan of bacon. As we sat down at the table, I told Matt I wasn’t hungry. Actually I was too nervous to eat.

“You’re the first girl I’ve met from the States in a long time,” Matt said, as he began devouring the first of five gigantic bacon sandwiches, each one smothered with mustard. “Who are the kids listening to?”

I laughed. “Are you kidding?” I said. “Everyone listens to you.”

Matt seemed unconvinced. He asked me a lot of questions about Fabian and Ricky Nelson. He told me he was worried about how his fans would accept him when he returned to the States. Since he’d been away, he hadn’t made any public appearances or movies, although he’d had five hit singles, all recorded before he’d left.

It felt like we’d just begun talking when Steven came in and pointed to his watch. I had dreaded that moment; the evening had gone so fast. It seemed I had just arrived and now I was being hurried away. Matt and I had just started to get to know each other. I felt like Cinderella, knowing that when my curfew came, all this magic would end. I was surprised when Matt asked Steven if I could possibly stay longer. When Steven explained the agreement with my father, Matt casually suggested that maybe I could come by again. Though I wanted to more than anything in the world, I didn’t really believe it would happen.

a/n - thoughts on this story so far? all the fashion and technology and things is still based in the time period its set in but i promise it gets better as the story goes on! i know the age gap is crazy but back in the day it was normal and its the age gap in Priscilla’s book so i just stuck with it. I in no way support this at all🎀

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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[rosyjn]

jake sully masterlist

MDNI, adult works on here.

-wax play, avatar mating season day ??

-aftercare, avatar mating season day 1

x human reader!!

-riding dilf Jake’s face

Long time no writing..

-quick

Y’all are just sooo needy and horny that the sex is clothed!

- eye contact 👁️

Gentle, like has some casual dominance if you squint

-jealous dilf

breeding, spitting in mouth, hand on throat STEAMY

-riding his abs

-day 11 kinkmas

breeding

-thought

-kinkmas day 2 2023

Titty fucking

-kinkmas day 1 2023

cockwarming

-tits guy.

You already know…😈

- random thought

Nsfw, porn without plot

-just seggs w Jake

nsfw just short sexy time

-dilf!jake disciplines you after you guys get home (smut)

self explanatory

-you and Jake are a little too loud… (smut)

when you and jake are fucking in the tent but unfortunately norm and grace can hear

-taking Jake to Utraya Mokri (smut)

"we've been goin' at it like rabbits, how are you still horny??"

-dilf!jake can’t control himself when he sees human reader with an ice cream (smut)

-part 2 of above (also smut)

-you get drunk and Jake has to discipline you 🙄

rough smut! spanking!

-short lil fic abt overstim w Jake and then the aftermath (smut)

again self explanatory

-jake sully headcanons (contains nsfw)

thoughts...

- human Jake and reader have a lil fun when she gets locked out of her room (smut)

little angsty if you squint but mostly funsies!

-just a lil thought abt ma jake..

sex in the tent w/ him

-"are you sure you want this? if i start, i  might not be able to stop..."  smuttt jake sullyyy

cute little fun nsfw he fucks you on the ground

-Husband!jake headcanons

sfw

-"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention," JAKE SULLY X READER SMUTTTT

jake being annoying and then sex lmao

-Dilf!Jake w his little halloween traditions from earth (no smut🙄)

sweet one sfw

-"What? Does that feel good?" dilf!jake sully messing around with you during a party. (SMUTT)  (Not proofread sorry guys 🙏)  

mischeivous and then weird angst, then nsfw

-rough seggs w jake bc jealousy SMUTTT

rough...

-jake sully x chubby reader smut

not genuine smut but he gets into it, then the story cuts bc im lazy

-HUMAN JAKE X NORM’S SISTER SMUTTTT

pretty long one compared to my others. reader is a sciencey girl.

-POV: You get a letter from Jake… &

all sweet and then jake gets long-distance-horny

-“Bed. Now.”

face down ass up 😈

-Roommate (human Jake)

longest one yet i think, but yeah SEX AND RIDING :)

-Dilf!jake who wants to get his human girl pregnant (SMUT)

read the title lmaooo

-“let me fuck the problem away”

stress relief..

-getting her to confess (dilf Jake)

jake has his own unique way of getting words out of you

-dilf!jake w virgin reader

first time with him

-“Let me show ya”

Jake giving you your first aftercare

-“You like rough? I’ll show you rough,”

reader says she wants jake to be less gentle during sex, so he fucks her dumb right there.

-birthday present.

unconventional birthday treat...

-Cola

lana del rey lyrics, how they relate to jakey

-giving him a handjob, kinktober 2023 day 1.

lunaskinktober 2023

-him eating you out, kinktober 2023 day 2.

lunaskinktober 2023

- riding his thigh, kinktober 2023 day 3.

lunaskinktober 2023

-dilf!jake spanking you, kinktober 2023 day 4.

lunaskinktober 2023

-Jake x human reader

doing it in the bathroom :)

-bf!jake thoughts

Slight nsfw

-giving dilf!jake a blowie, kinktober 2023 day 7.

lunaskinktober 2023

-dominant Jake

little nsfw, just a blurb abt him being casually dominant and reader getting drunk.

-dilf!jake and you while you’re in restraints, kinktober day 11

lunaskinktober 2023

-jake sully fingering you, kinktober day 12.

lunaskinktober 2023

- first 69 with Jake, kinktober day 14

lunaskinktober 2023

- size difference, kinktober day 15.

lunaskinktober 2023

-how he loves your tail

A1 Jake and na’vi reader

-my man, his bruises

kind of sad, not nsfw

-begging, kinktober day 17

lunaskinktober 2023

-just a thought

with mating press and breeding..

-edging, kinktober day 20

lunaskinktober 2023

-In rut 🥶

Hottt

-toruk makto>

cocky Jake!

-biting you, kinktober day 23

lunaskinktober 2023

-Rough, kinktober day 24

lunaskinktober 2023

-the best medicine

him doing you while you’re sick to cheer you up!

- catching in you the act, kinktober day 25

lunaskinktober 2023

- overstim, human!jake x reader kinktober day 26

lunaskinktober 2023

- praise with subby Jake, kinktober day 28

lunaskinktober 2023

-dirty talk with dilf!jake, kinktober day 29

lunaskinktober 2023

-A1 jake eats you out when you’re mad at him

Lowkey feels unfinished I’m sorry y’all

-sub Jake hcs

so so so short

- dilf!jake and bratty reader

🫐

- dilf!jake catching you in your first heat

Not proofread sorry! Tell me if there are errors.

-Jake using his tail …

short, pretty sfw.

dilf Jake w virgin reader

shortttt

- using the safe word

Rough!

-missionary blurb, random af.

-Jake feeling bad after forgetting aftercare

[anythingforjtk]

Scream for Me

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: ~2,500

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up!), light choking, fingering, mentions of murder (not seriously), minors DNI!!!

a/n: I wanted to pick a halloween fic topic based off of the list @hearts-hunger created! I picked topic 17 (halloween party) It’s different from the other fic I recently wrote but it was fun to make! enjoy the halloween jake smut 👻

“y/n would you hurry up! The uber will be here in two minutes!” Shouts your best friend Cam from the bottom of the staircase.

The two of you are about to leave for a Halloween party. You decided to go with a classic yet sexy costume, a pirate. You’re wearing an off the shoulder long white dress with a corset around your waist. You are covered in silver jewelry: necklaces, bracelets and earrings. You opted for a dark smokey eye and eyeliner in your waterline. Your finishing touches include fishnet stockings, black boots and a red bandanna over your hair.

“I’m coming Cam!” You reply before throwing your phone and keys into your purse and running down the stairs to meet her at the front door.

“You may have taken forever but I can see it was worth the wait, you look sexy girl. Now let’s go!” Cam pulls your arm and drags you through the front door, guiding you towards to uber.

Once you get inside of the car you finally have time to take in and appreciate her costume.

Not only is she dressed as Pennywise from the movie IT, but she is the sexy version. She’s wearing a white corset top, embellished with red pom-poms, small white shorts, clown makeup and a pretty orange wig.

“I admire your ability to be scary, funny and sexy all at once. You truly have a talent,” you giggle to her.

“Oh what can I say my dear? I’m multifaceted,” Cam says as she jokingly flicks her orange wig behind her shoulder.

The ride to the party is fast, only lasting about fifteen minutes. You both hop out of the car when you arrive and hook arms, walking to the front door together.

The party is hosted by Cams new boyfriend Daniel. You have only met him two times but he seems like a sweet guy.

Cam opens the front door without knocking and you’re immediately transported into a Halloween wonderland. You didn’t expect so many decorations.

The lighting in the house is dim. There are string lights and cob webs hanging from every inch of the ceiling. You see black and red streamers hanging from the walls and candles lit on every table. The kitchen island was filled with spooky treats and alcoholic punch. It is very impressive for a twenty-something year old guy.

“Wow Cam,” you shout over the loud and eerie music. “Daniel really goes all out. This is amazing.” You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.

“Isn’t it?!” She doesn’t seem shocked by his effort, only proud.

There are a good amount of people in the house. Not too many but not too little. Just enough for a comfortable party.

“Im going to search for Danny,” Cam shouts over the music into your ear. “Go get some punch and i’ll meet up with you when I find him.”

She runs off and you’re now left to fend for yourself.

You take her suggestion and walk over to the kitchen island to get a drink. You are completely sober currently and in need of something to lighten your anxiety.

Your pour yourself a class of the punch and it’s delicious. It’s strong, but really good. It is the perfect drink to get you drunk fast without feeling the burn of consuming alcohol.

You lean against the counter while sipping your drink and begin to people watch. You love taking in everyone’s costume choices. Some people are opting for a scary approach, some look beautiful and some look funny. It is interesting to see what people choose. As you’re looking at the crowd, you feel a presence beside you.

You look over to see a man wearing black from head to toe. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black chelsea boots and a black shirt that is holding on by one button.

You think the outfit is rather sexy but you can’t see his face. That is because he’s wearing a Ghostface mask.

He speaks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey I haven’t seen you at one of Danny’s parties before. What are you doing standing over here alone?”

His voice is kind and boyish but raspy. It’s very attractive.

“Oh my friend just recently started dating him so this is my first time here. I don’t really know anyone but her and she’s looking for Daniel,” you reply.

He extends his hand out to you, “Well my name is Jake. Now you know someone else.” You can’t see his face but you can almost hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

You reach out in return, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’m y/n.”

“Well y/n, I must tell you that I was intrigued to come over here and talk to you because you’re dressed as a pirate and if there’s one thing about me, I find pirates to be very intriguing.”

A blush comes across your face. You hope he can’t really see it through the mask he’s wearing.

“I hate to disappoint you Jacob but,” you lean in closer and whisper towards his ear, “I’m not a real pirate. Don’t tell anyone tho.” You shush him by putting your finger over your lips.

He giggles genuinely at your attempt at a lame joke.

Jake speaks up from behind the mask, “Well then you should know that i’m not a real cereal killer.”

“Oh damnit. I was kind of hoping you were,” you reply. Although you weren’t actually hoping that, the idea of a sexy and dangerous man in a mask turned you on.

“I mean, I can be anything you want me to be tonight darling,” Jake says with sex dripping in his voice.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the halloween party or the masked man in front of you but you wanted Jake to take you away from this party immediately.

“If you take me somewhere quiet i’ll show you exactly what I want from you mr. Ghostface. Just as long as you don’t kill me of course.”

Jake grips your wrist firmly and guides you up the stairs and away from the party noise at a fairly quickly pace.

He throws your body into what looks like a guest room, slams the door shut, locks it and pushes your body against the wall.

The room is dark, only lit by the moon in the night sky.

Jake begins to grab the bottom of his mask, getting ready to reveal his face to you but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep it on.”

His strong hand then snaps around your neck. You can’t quit see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal. He slowly moves his head so his mouth is hovering over your ear.

“I like you sweetheart.”

You slowly begin to smirk, knowing he’s willing to keep it on.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly travels down your body. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black thong covered in your fishnet tights.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod your head quickly in reply.

His hand shoots back around your neck. “Words baby.”

“Y- yes. Yes it’s okay.” You struggle to say through your heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he says while lowering his hand beneath the band of your thong. His fingers reached your heat and he begins swirling his middle and ring finger in your wetness.

Without much warning he shoves both of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the sudden contact and grab at his strong forearm to ground yourself.

“How fast do you want it baby?” He questions, wanting to know the proper way to please you.

“Fast and hard,” you moan out to him while leaning your head back against the wall behind you to prepare yourself.

His fingers start plunging in and out of you at a painfully delicious speed. He curls his fingers at just the right angel to hit a spot that makes you nearly scream.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead as he drives his fingers into you. You squeeze around him as you feel yourself starting to unwind.

“Come on pretty girl. You’re about to cum, I can feel it. Be so good for me and cum on my fingers.” he demands.

Hearing his silky voice speak those words to you were enough to have you unraveling on his hand.

“fuuuckkkkkk,” you scream out at a volume too loud considering there are other people in the house.

When you come down from your orgasm he gently pulls his hand away from your core.

“Open up,” he requests.

You follow his order. He places his two fingers onto your tongue. With his other hand he guides your chin to close around his fingers and he slowly pulls them from your mouth as you suck them clean.

You look down at his pants and see how painfully hard he is. You softly trace your fingers over his bulge and he sucks in his breath sharply as if you were hurting him.

“I want all of you. I want to feel you,” you say to him.

He picks you up from under your ass, carries you over to the bed, and slams you down.

While hovering over you with his hands on both sides of your head Jake says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He removes his jeans and boxers while you remove your corset and dress.

He’s left in nothing but his low buttoned shirt and his mask, while you’re in just your tights and a thong.

You make eye contact with his dick and notice how thick it is. It excites you so much that you notice your wetness pooling beneath you.

“You don’t have to stare honey, it’s all yours tonight,” Jake giggles to you, noticing where your eyes have been lingering.

“Then what are you waiting for Jacob? Give it to me,” you demand from him as if you’ve grown impatient.

He wastes no time and crawls on top on you on the bed and you both move up until you hit the headboard.

He reaches down to your core with one hand and rips your fishnet tights to create a hole.

You feely annoyed that he ripped your clothing for one minute until you realize you were never going to wear them again anyway.

His hands begin to explore your body. He grabs at your breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as you let out a heavy breath of ecstasy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he compliments you.

“I’d say the same for you mystery man but I haven’t seen your face yet,” you wink back at him.

He chuckles in response to you and continues working his hands over your body.

“Please Jake I need you now,” you practically beg him.

“You need me to what darling?” He mockingly asks you, wanting to hear you plead for it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you baby? Is that what you need?”

“Yes. Yes. Please,” you almost sound like you’re crying.

“Oh baby… I’ll fuck you so hard someone will think you are getting murdered in here.”

He pushes your thong to the side and lines himself up with your core. He snaps his hips against yours in one quick motion, causing you to shriek. He begins rapidly pounding into you.

He quickly grabs and pillow and puts it under your hips, making the pleasure triple. You grab at his back and dig your nails into him, slowly running them down his back, hoping to leave him with a memory of tonight.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good around my cock,” he says through his staggered breathing. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Jake you feel so good inside of me I never want you to fucking leave,” you shout back to him.

Your response to him causes him to moan deeply in chest, so much so that it sounds like a growl.

He grabs one of your legs and wrap it around his waist so he can reach a new angel. Between the pillow placement, your position, and his rapid thrusts, your body is experiencing a feeling it never has before.

You can feel his dick brushing past your g-spot causing you to yell out his name and a string of curses.

You start to squeeze around his cock, getting close to your release. You can tell he’s almost there too as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum with me y/n. I want you to soak my dick as I finish inside of you. Come on baby you’re almost there. Be good for me.”

His final praises bring you to the finish line as your body shakes through a mind bending orgasm. You let out a chorus of yeses and grab at his arms with all of your might. As you’re finishing you feel him twitch inside of you.

You both come down and catch your breath before he pulls out of you and falls onto his back on the bed beside you.

You turn your head to look over at him, still wearing the Ghostface mask, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit, yea it was,” he responds. “Can I take this fucking thing off now,” he laughs referring to the mask on his face.

“Oh please do,” you reply.

You feel nervous watching him begging to situate the mask to lift over his head. You have no idea what he looks like yet but you had been extremely attracted to everything he’s offered so far and there was no denying he is the best sex you’ve ever had.

The mask gets fully yanked off of him to reveal one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

You gasp out loud.

His hair is shoulder legnth and chestnut brown. His eyes are dark and filled with honey. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes compliment his deep eyes so well. He has a strong and sharp nose and plump pink lips. He smirks slightly at you, revealing his perfectly straight teeth.

“What? Did my face scare you sweetheart?” He asks as a joke.

You press your body into his and brush the sweaty hair sticking to his face behind his ears.

“The only thing that scares me is how attracted I am to you,” you say in full seriousness.

“You’re in luck because I feel the same way about you.” He gives a quick peck to your nose. “Give me your phone. Let me put my number in it.”

You reach down to the floor where your purse was thrown and grab your phone from it.

You hand it over to him and let him type in his contact himself.

When he hands the phone back you look down to see the information he filled out and giggle at the screen.

His number was put in its rightful place and his contact name was labeled as “Ghostface🔪”

[geometricgiovanni]

YOU ARE NOW A PRETTY PRINCESS! ✨

This blog contains references to threats and violence. You have been warned.

(hey guys cool sexy man here to tell you first half is in-character, second half under cut is out-of-character)

HELLO! I MADE THIS ACCOUNT OUT OF SPITE OF THAT DISGUSTING THING THAT PLAGUES THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SITE!

NO, DON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT. IF YOU DO, I WILL CRUSH YOU! LETHALLY. You will feel pain. also he blocked me on all 8 of my accounts so um, y'know........

ASK ME THINGS! ASK ME TO DESCRIBE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE! ASK ME TO DO OBSCURE ACTIVIES THAT WOULD SEVER MY LIMBS IF I HAD ANY!

So here's some info in a similar format to my other blog, some things, such as boundaries, will be copied and pasted:

Blog Information✨

This is an ask/rp blog for Jeremy from regretevator, specifically the Jeremy referenced in @displ3azant. I might use this blog to more freely talk about my specific headcanons about characters from the perspective of an outsider, so that account is likely the only specific one referenced on this blog.

Jeremy in this blog uses he/any!

MAIN TAGS:

#geometric asks - Asks

#geometric posts - Non-ask related posts/reblogs

#ooc - Out-of-character post

BLOG OWNER 🔥

Hello! I am Hex! Yes, you will see me talking to myself! No, do not comment on it. Please refer to me using he/him or it/its pronouns.

My other accounts are: @hexexists - my main blog, if you receive notifications from this account, please know it is just me! @hexational - my regretevator blog @displ3azant - afformentioned Unpleasant rp blog

I'll try to respond to most asks with a drawing of some variety, and if it's something I can use to reveal little ass-shit and bull-dumps about my version of Jeremy.

Please note, however, I am not just one singular guy but also a senior who should really be spending his free time studying, so sometimes I will just give a text response.

Also to note: I am 17 years old, therefore a minor! Even if I was not a minor, I am still not comfortable with weird shit! Keep it in your fucking pants, asshole! Apologies if I sound rude, but holy shit the only blog gets SO many weird asks! I will just be blocking and ignoring any freaky anons, apologies if you are my friend trying to mess with me, but I genuinely cannot take any more risks.

Boundaries ✨

Shipping content: Shipping content is okay, but I don't care much for romance personally and so will likely not play much into it. Please don't push anything, I guess, and nothing that promotes proshipping or any kind of literally illegal pairing. If you dislike any direction taken ship-wise for this blog, then block me and move on with your day.

NSFW content: NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED. I am a minor. Thx. Also, "suggestive" jokes are very selectively okay. Basically, if it makes me uncomfortable or is literally disgusting, it will be ignored and likely deleted, and I will probably make fun of you.

Roleplaying: I am totally okay with roleplaying and sending/responding to asks in character!

(ps: i'm also happy to rp with other regretevator ocs too, i think those r super duper cool)

That's all, really.

your mortal enemy,

-Hex

[anonymousbardd]

┆Dirty Talk (1)

Young Gongseob x FemReader

ूाीू ┆ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

"Earlobes! Have you seen my favourite shirt?" I asked, looking around the tint apartment's living room.

Gongseob shrugged and plopped on the couch, "Nope, haven't seen it ever since our last fuck," he said.

"Gongseob Ji!"

"What? I'm just being honest!" He smirked and looked at me with his sharp eyes, I sighed and threw a blanket over him, "Go put on a shirt!" I huffed.

Gongseob tilted his head and wrapped his hand around his neck, "I thought you liked the view," he winked.

I blushed and looked away, "Shut up, you look ridiculous!" I stuttered.

The braided man chuckled and stood up, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, his lips were close to my ear.

"Hey... Hotshot," he whispered, his voice was soft and quiet, the way his breath made contact with my skin made me shiver.

He kissed the back of my ear and quietly hummed, "I feel horny..." He said.

I squeaked and elbowed him in the stomach, "Don't just say shit like that!" I shout, I covered my face and he was laughing.

"I can't help it, it's all your fault," he cooed, I turned to him and placed my hands on my hips, "How is it my fault?!"

He grinned and held my chin, "You're so sexy, looking at you just gets me excited," he said.

I huffed and crossed my arms, "You're such a perv," I mumbled, Gongseob chuckled and let go of me.

"Let's bang," he said, my face heated up and I threw anything my hands could reach at him, "You dummy! You can't just say stuff like that out of nowhere!" I shout.

He kept chuckling and catching the things I threw, "Oh come on now, you're no fun," he whined.

I hit him on the head with a magazine, "I'm 17! I'm barely legal!" I exclaimed, Gongseob rolled his eyes and pouted his lips, "Hmph! Whatever!" He said mocking me.

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┆ 𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

I stretched my arms up as I let out a tired yawn, I've been studying all day for the exams next week, Gongseob was out with his friends.

I sighed and stood up from the floor, I went outside to get some fresh air.

I decided to go for a walk down the streets to get a break from studying, as I walked down the quiet road, I realised... I remembered nothing.

As I walked, I heard a group of noisy boys in the distance, and one loud voice in particular caught my attention.

It was Gongseob, cussing.

A bunch of scenarios flashed in my mind, my heart raced, I thought that Gongseob was in trouble, I ran towards where the noises were and there he was.

Gongseob was laying on the ground, struggling to get up, his face was beaten up and a bunch of boys were surrounding him.

"Earlobes!" I shout, I ran towards him, the group of boys turned towards me, "Well what do we have here?" One muscular boy said.

"Hey pretty lady, what brings you here?" A fat one asked.

Gongseob was noticeably ticked off and he tried to stand up.

"Leave him alone!" I shout, they all laughed and shook their heads, "Now where's the fun in that?"

I huffed and crossed my arms, they all slowly made their way towards me, "Well, they're all idiots," I thought to myself.

One guy grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, I gagged and covered my nose as I try to look away.

The others started to surround me, blocking my view of the braided man.

I quietly whimpered and started to regret my life choices, "Why do I always find myself in these type of situation..." I quietly muttered.

Just a moment later, I felt sudden tension rising, it felt like there was something triggered.

"H-hey... Gongseob..." I muttered, "Don't kill them..."

"Hahh? What do you think that punk's gonna do? He's already beaten up!" A boy laughed, "He's fucking weak, he ain't gonna do shit!" They all agreed with each other laughing their asses.

I slightly grinned and let out a quiet chuckle, "Well... That's where you're all wrong, they don't call Gongseob the king of Daegu for nothing!"

Gongseob appeared from behind them and he yanked the fatass away from me, his eyes were cold and fierce.

He hates it when someone he's currently interested to is getting harassed, but what he hated a bit more is the people who were harassing a woman were underestimating him.

It didn't take long for Gongseob to take them all out, by the time be was done, he's all bruised and exhausted.

He was about to collapse when I had caught him, "You can put your arm on my shoulder, I'll be your support," I said.

He exhaled sharply and slapped my mother's creations.

"Gongseob!!" I exclaimed, he chuckled and looked at me, "Sorry, my hands slipped."

We got back to my small apartment and I sat him down the couch, "Stay there, I'll get the first aid kit," I said.

I took the orange pouch and grabbed a cloth and a small bucket of water.

I placed them down in front of the braided man, "Take off your glasses," I said, he hummed and took them off, his eyes kept looking at me.

I took a piece of cotton and cloth, I sat on his lap and looked at his cuts and bruises, "Let's clean these wounds..." I said quietly.

He didn't speak, which was odd but I wasn't complaining.

I damped the cloth with water and gently pressed it on his cuts, he didn't seem to be effected or hurt, so I continued to clean it.

After a while, I felt a pair of hands holding both sides of my waist, I looked at Gongseob who was blushing.

"Are you alright?" I asked, "You keep moving... It's... Distracting.."

"Would you prefer to feel pain instead?"

He chuckled and held his hands firm on my waist, "You know what, I think I like it better this way, just keep grinding on my lap sweet cheeks?"

I then had a moment of realization and tried to get off, unfortunately, I couldn't because Gongseob was quick to pull me back down.

"Don't leave," he said, his voice was soft and gentle, "Let's stay like this for a moment," I sighed and looked at him, "We both know where this will lead to," I said.

He smiled pulled out something from his pants, "We'll be safe," he winked, I felt my face heat up from looking at his grinning face and the condom that he's holding.

"G-Gongseo—...," he cut me off by kissing my lips, a sweet and passionate kiss, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

I quietly hummed and he continued to kiss my lips, I couldn't resist.

His tongue pressed on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I parted my lips and he waisted no time to slide his tongue inside my mouth.

I let out a quiet moan as his tongue massaged mine, I could feel his member twitching from his pants, his hands were firm on my hips.

When I pulled away for air, I opened my mouth to speak, "N-not here..." I murmured, he leaned closer and started to kiss the crook of my neck.

He spoke in between his kisses, "Want to take this to the bedroom?" He said.

I quietly whimpered as he nibbled and sucked on my skin, I hummed and nodded my head as I felt him smirk while kissing my neck.

"Alright then," he then let me get up, I placed down the damp cloth I was holding and watched as he stood up, he then carried me bridal style which startled me.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as he walked towards the bedroom, I felt his heart beating faster, "H-hey... Gongseob..." I said, he glanced at me and raised a brow, "Yes?"

I blushed and looked away from his sight, "P-please be gentle."

With those words I felt him get excited, he opened the bedroom door with his fingers and closed it using his foot.

He plopped me down the bed and pinned me down, his breathing has heavy and he just stood there for a moment.

"I've been waiting for this... For so long..." He muttered, he looked at me with lust in his eyes, his cheeks were tinted with red as he looked down on me.

He slowly leaned closer and softly placed a kiss on my lips, he kept doing it over and over again and began to kiss me longer.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed me passionately, I slightly parted my lips giving him access to me, he swiftly slid in his tongue and began gently grinding his hips on my between region.

He pulled away to catch some air, his eyes were fixated on me, "Can I touch you?"

I slowly nodded and he grinned, his right hand slowly reached mt thighs, he backed away and began to trace the garter of my underwear.

"You're getting excited too, aren't you?" He teased, I quietly hummed and closed my eyes, nervous with what's about to happen.

He slowly slid down my underwear and chuckled quietly, "Mint green?" He said, I rolled my eyes and quietly spoke, "Why do you care about the colour?"

He grinned and shook his head, "I don't, I care about what it's covering."

His fingers then gently tapped my entrance, causing me to slightly twitch, "Haven't even started and you're already soaked," he cooed.

His fingers ran up and down from my entrance to my clit, his middle finger slightly pushing in as he dragged it up and down.

I softly whimpered as he rubbed circles on my clit, my breathing started to get heavier and faster, "G-Gongseo~..." I softly moaned.

He smiled and looked at me, "Do you want it?" He asked, I paused for a moment and felt his hands teasing me, I nodded my head and he licked his lips, "Use your words~..," he teased.

"P-please... I want it..." I mumbled,

"Good girl," he whispered.

He slowly slid his middle finger inside of me, I gasped shakily from his cold finger.

He kept pumping his slender finger inside of me, I could feel his eyes scanning me, watching me squirm under his touch.

"Don't stop... Please..." I muttered, Gongseob chuckled and looked at me, "Aww, you're being such a good girl," he cooed, he then pushed in another finger inside of me, continuing to pump both fingers inside.

"I'll give you more then~..."

My eyes rolled back as he pumped his finger lsnin and out of me, I started to drool due the pleasure.

Not long after, I came on his fingers, he chuckled and pulled his slender fingers out and licked my juices off of it.

"Fuck, you taste good, hotshot."

"You came three times on your first time, right?" Gongseob asked as he lowered his head lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders, I felt his shaky breath against my twitching walls.

I felt his lip brush against my entrance, causing me to twitch even more, "I wonder... Can I make you cum more this time."

I then felt his tongue push inside of my entrance, he dragged his tongue up from mt entrance to mt clit.

"F-fuck... Don't stop... P-please~..," I moaned, his tongue felt so good inside of me.

He kept on sucking me, licking my juices, the continuous pleasure made me shake and vulnerable to him, his breath brushed against my skin.

He kept letting out quiet hums as he kept sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy, circling it on my clit every once in a while.

"G-Gongseob~... I-I'm gonna c-cum~..!" I moaned, my hands gripped on the sheets, he kept going, he started going faster.

"A-ahh~... G-Gongseo—..," I came all over his tongue, letting out loud moans as I did, "Fuck..." He mustered, he looked up to me licking his lips.

"You taste so damn good," he smirked.

He then leaned closer to me and began to kiss me, I could taste myself on his mouth, I moaned into the kiss and he took it as an opportunity to slide in his tongue.

"Now I'm curious..." He said, he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, the tip of his cock rubbed on my entrance, "How many times can I make you cum with my cock?"

[zot3-flopped]

Can I tell you what it’s like being a 40s/50s fan of 1D? Well, I’m team Harry, but I went down the 1D rabbit hole, and here’s how it is.

We can see the artifice in 1D because we’ve seen boy bands come and go. We can see they were genuine people in an intense situation and that their enthusiasm and friendship in the beginning was pretty real, they were immersed in 1D and all making the very best of it. By artifice I mean the interviews and videos which were designed to highlight their youth, and then later on, to keep them presenting as young. We don’t see sexual behaviour, we see them winding each other up!

They were kids. I have worked a lot with kids that age and they were textbook kids. Harry and Niall in particular behaved not like adolescents at times but like actual children. Not in a bad way, they just exhibit childlike behaviours which are totally normal at times for guys of 16/17. Louis is a shit to all of them at various times but he knows a supply of attention and he aged himself down for the camera: there was nothing cute about seeing a savvy 18/19-year-old horse playing and doing silly voices. If you were a fan back then, you are older now: imagine how fucking annoying it would be to be around that all day. (I have never been able to stand his fake ass.) 

They weren’t sexy: if you were 16 when they were 20, yeah, I get it, but I was 35 when they were 20 and it’s a huge no. I even struggle with seeing Harry as a 24-year-old grinding the mike during Medicine. 

I think they were a great boy band and that is fun, it’s fun for the mums too who are reliving their youth a bit, and back then there were probably some twenty-odd-year-olds who were a bit conflicted, but omg they were kids. I have nothing but contempt for the women who write fan fiction featuring a near-child and a young man cosplaying a child, having sex. It’s so far off the page WRONG. 

That is the view of every Harry fan I know who is my age group and yeah, he’s a lot younger than us and we are attracted to him, but fgs we aren’t being borderline criminal weird about a child. Those women answering the poll are not us. Harry and Niall in particular have a lot of older fans and I just wanted people to know that we aren’t in the same world as Larries, we were more likely to be drawn in by the Fine Line big trousers and we took it from there! Believe me there is a lot of horror and contempt in our group chats for those older Larries.

Nobody here has criticised ordinary 1d fans in their 40s and 50s. It's Larries we detest.

[xaeyrnofnbe]

hmmmm so i've been taking in a good amount of vampire media in recent years, mostly stuff my mom got me into (she's big into certain flavors of vampire stuff), and i've started thinking really hard about something

there are some pretty similar romances in twilight and btvs (edward and bella, buffy and angel), in that they're both about a teenage girl dating a REALLY melodramatic vampire who stalks her creepily. these are both obviously hella problematic, though imo they get a pass bc that's kind of part of why vampire romances are popular and i'm not gonna get into whether or not that's ok (i think it's fine but that's irrelevant to this discussion) but i think it's interesting how they're problematic in similar, but also very different ways. and it's got me wondering which one is more or less okay by general social standards

so like. buffy and angel are a human and a vampire. when he first starts stalking her, she's 15, and they start dating like a year later when she's 16. not great, especially cause he's over 200 years old. not great. he was watching her through her window before she even knew he existed. also he was turned when he was in his mid-late 20s. also not great.

bella and edward are in a similar situation, though they already knew each other by the time he starts showing up in her room while she sleeps. all creepiness happens AFTER he first interacts with her (source: my mom when i asked her just now). and him stalking her is once they're already together-ish. he's a little over 100, but he was turned at 17, which makes him about as age-appropriate as a century-old vampire dating a 16-17yo can be.

which MIGHT make it seem like edward has a leg up on angel in terms of morality (in terms of romance specifically, not including any past evil actions or evil alter egos), but angel and buffy actually have an advantage here as well

edward is a strong, fast, psychic, sparkly monster that craves human blood. bella is a regular-ass human person, and not even a very good one at that. he has a SIGNIFICANT advantage over her in pretty much every way, up until him turning her but i'm focusing on the initial relationship here. and there's a HUGE power imbalance. which, though sexy to some, is far from being a safe situation safe for bella. she is in terrible danger every second she's around edward just on power alone, not to mention she is extra super duper delicious-smelling to him. he wants to eat her BAD.

whereas angel, though a decently powerful vampire in his own right, is considerably disadvantaged when compared to buffy. buffy is the VAMPIRE SLAYER. she ALSO has enhanced strength and healing, and doesn't even have to resist the urge to eat people, as she's still technically human. the only reason she would be unable to defend herself from him is her own feelings. physically, she can overpower him quite easily. they can both certainly hurt one another, but angel is the one who's at the most risk of death.

so i guess the biggest question is which is more of an issue: an extreme and dangerous power imbalance but the ages are excusable, or a creepy stalker man dating a young girl who can easily defeat him?

[hongcherry]

Hi author ! I just got to know you've opened your request thing. But before that I would like to say, I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING. I love all your stories <3 So here's a little idea but then as always it's your wish if you wanna accept it or not.

Jungkook and reader (makeup artist), teasing, dirty talks, reader's insecurity coz she thinks she's not pretty (after concert/show), fluff without smut !!!!

Thank you again and hope you're having a good day. Take care 🫶

How I See You || j.jk

💄 Pairing: idol!Jungkook x MUA!Reader (gn)

💄 Rating/Genres/AUs: NC-17; Angst, fluff, suggestive content; Idol au, established relationship

💄 Warnings: Reader's insecure (appearance), alludes to sexy time, gn tho reader is called beautiful and pretty

💄 Word Count: 751

💄 Author's Note: Ahhhdlfbkj it's so nice to know someone likes my writing this much. Thank you for the love 🥺 I hope you've been well and ty for the request! (:

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“What did you just say?”

Jungkook stares at you incredulously, pierced-eyebrow raising in question.

You stare at the makeup brush in your hand. It’s easier to look at it than his face as you reply.

“It was nothing,” you sigh. “Can I just finish your makeup so that I can attend to the others?”

Jungkook grabs the brush from your hands and tilts your chin so you’re looking at him. His lips are dipped in a frown.

You try to reach for the item as you need to stay on schedule, but Jungkook moves it out of your reach.

“Babe, you belong here.”

“It’s hard not to think that way when we’re surrounded by flawless faces and bodies,” you explain and retrieve the stolen makeup brush.

You recall all the gorgeous and handsome faces you had passed as you made your way to BTS’ room earlier. Award show season has always chipped away at your confidence. It was still difficult to believe Jungkook chose you out of the sea of models.

You grab an eyeshadow palette and resume the eye look on the man before you. This time, he lets you continue your work.

“No one’s flawless,” he says.

“You are,” you argue.

Jungkook peeks an eye open.

“Tell that to my pimple,” he teases.

Your lips curl in a small smile, and Jungkook grins at your reaction.

“I think you’re just as beautiful as those idols out there,” he states firmly. “You’re everything I ever wanted.”

Your movements pause at his words. He spoke lowly so the other staff couldn’t hear, but you heard him clearly.

Both of Jungkook’s eyes are open now, staring at you fondly with his famous bunny smile.

“Everyone has their own vision of beauty. You’re mine. You’re the definition of beauty to me.”

You stand silently. You’re unsure how to reply, but it doesn’t matter to Jungkook.

Jungkook reaches up and brings your face down for a quick peck. Your eyes widen as you glance around the room. Although all the staff knows about your relationship, you still try to keep it at a minimum.

“You don’t believe me?” he questions with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“It just takes time,” you reply and gesture for him to close his eyes. He does, but you can tell his mind is still rolling with thoughts. Though, you pay no mind to it as you finish his makeup.

Jungkook leaves with another quick kiss on your lips. There’s something mischievous about his expression, but you can’t put your fingers on it and eventually, you forget about it as you work on the other members.

Jungkook returns to the dressing room to find it empty except for you. He wonders where everyone else is, but doesn’t sit on the thought for long. He knows he doesn’t have long.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, startled to see him when he should be seated for the awards.

Jungkook walks to you and pulls you close.

“I can’t wait to show you just how beautiful you are,” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine at how close he is. His hands are kneading your sides. It’s hard to focus with his chest pressed against yours.

All of a sudden, you’re spun around, face-to-face with yourself in the mirror. Your eyes shift to Jungkook behind you. He’s raising the hem of your shirt ever so slightly.

The several footsteps outside become background noise as Jungkook squeezes your body.

“I’ll show you just like this,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. His lips connect with the skin just beneath your earlobe.

“Jungkook,” you gasp in warning. Your body warms at the thought of him taking you in front of the mirror in your bedroom later tonight.

“I’m going to help you see how beautiful you are,” he says. “You deserve to see how I see you.”

“Average?” you say as a half-joke.

Jungkook pinches your sides as a mini punishment for your self-deprecating comment. You whine and move away, though you don’t get far because he holds you tighter.

“Breathtaking.”

Jungkook places a kiss on your neck and lips before pulling away. He sends you a playful wink, then slips out of the room.

You watch as he disappears as quickly as he came, a little baffled about what just happened. Turning around, you look at yourself in the mirror.

Jungkook’s words echo in your head as you take in your appearance.

You already feel prettier than before.

A/N: Okay, now everyone say one thing you like about yourself 🥰 #selflove (u don't need to comment or tell me, just tell yourself ^-^)

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Severus Snape x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Severus finally finishes it; the painting of you - the only girl who ever kissed him. The one who didn't care; who then broke his heart and went off with another boy. // Alternatively; Sev's a glutton for punishment.

Warnings: Oh theirs a lot wrong with this picture- pardon my pun. Entrapment (literally), age difference (Technically you are the same age but you died at 17, so your painting is 17. And he's in his 30's), entitlement, self hatred, etc. Snape's a mess.

"Pingis... vivi."

With those words spoken and a waive of his hand over the canvas, the paint melded together to look 17, alive and beautiful, just the way that you did, something changes in your acrylic eyes. Something turns from fake to real. Then you blink, and shift out of the position he painted you in. You tuck hair behind your ears again, and get up off the seat he drew for you.

Snape watches in reverent silence, waiting... will it be you? Really you, or a pathetic pantomime? Will you recognise him, decades later, if you are you?

He's staring, so the girl inside the frame gives him an odd look, and turns away to ignore him- then snaps her neck back his way. Recognition in your wide eyes. "-Sev???"

"... Y/N."

"Did you make yourself an aging potion to get into the club?" You giggle, the sound better than windchimes to him. "I mean- the professors robes are kinda sexy, but I think you put in a little too much aging agent! You look- " Before Snape can speak, you're reaching forward for him-- and missing. Eyebrows furrowing, you step forward this time and try again, still reaping the same results. Its as though no matter how far you go, you don't truly get more then a foot away from your spot.

Stepping back, you look around you- left and right, seeing things that Snape can't fathom (not being a painting himself. Perhaps the scene behind you continues on, or perhaps there are long, eternal hallways. He's never cared to stop and ask any of the annoying idiots on the grand Hogwarts walls.). Still watching you carefully, he sees the exact moment that realisation dawns on you. You lower your arms, cross them over your chest, and slowly look back at him. "Sev, am I dead?... I mean- I must be. What happened??"

"Thats not important- "

"It's very important, Severus." You snap. Its not the firet time you ever cut him off, but it has been a long time since anyone did that to him. Especially not a school girl. He doesnt enjoy it; it puts a sour taste in his old mouth. "Tell me."

"It... I said it's not important." He almost gives in to you, like he used to. But he's not 17 anymore, he's a grown man and you're just a girl. "Wasnt me, anyhow, if thats what you're thinking." You will listen to him. You have to, now. With both hands on the ornamental, golden frame he encased you in like a pretty thing just to look at, he leans in towards the paint. "You listen to me, now... I brought you back. So... "

"So??"

"So that makes me your master." He hisses quickly, making your eyes narrow. What can you do about it, though?? Nothing. You can't leave. He can say whatever, he wants. "Allow me to repeat, my words. Hm? You. listen. to me."

"I don't have to do anything you say." You scowl, waiving a dismissive hand at your old friend. Your old almost. Your dodged bullet. "Severus, just disenchant the painting."

With an eye roll, Snape adjusts his thick fingers on the frame; frustration heavy in ever muscle. You're not getting it. Always so thick in the head, you were. So stubborn, so imperious.

That would have to stop.

"I... can't... "

"What do you mean you can't? Yes you can, Severus. I'm not playing a game here. Disenchant the painting right now."

"No." The one word stops you talking for a whole moment, and it's the first time Severus ever stood up to you. It feels good. So after Straightening up, letting go of the painting - of you, - , and fixing his robes; he repeats it. "No, Y/N."

A new smoke begins to floods yours wide, clear eyes, then; fear. And a dark part of Snape enjoys it. "... What do you want?"

"... What do you think?"

"I don't know, I can't understand crazy people." Anger takes fears place; anger and hatred. Just like that.

... Snape figured this would happen, so he isn't hurt. Not yet, anyway. This changed nothing; all that matters is that you're all his, now. You were always a fickle little thing, anyway.

He gives another eye roll instead of fully reacting to your crassness; beady, dark, almost-black hues almost dissapearing entirely into his forehead. "I assure you, silly girl, I'm entirely sane... " With a swish of his robes, Snape turns his back on you suddenly and moves around his room- looking for something as you watch. "Would you believe it, if I told you I... missed you?"

"Oh my god, you turned into a sad old man- didn't you? I'm not surprised." It's all you can do to him, your capter- insult him. So you will, and you'll enjoy it. "And by sad, I mean pathetic."

With a squinty-eyed scowl thrown your way, Snape pulls out a draw from his desk and sifts through it; choosing to ignore your cheap, juvenile jabs. "Well, I have missed you. You were... you were the only one, who... " You watch him pull out a framed photograph. There's no dust on it- so why was it tucked away in a drawer? He gives it a soft look for a moment, before returning to you. "You were the only one who noticed me."

Rolling your eyes across the canvas, you shake your head at him. No... "I didn't care for you, though, if that's what you're on about. I was kind to you, because you seemed like a future creep and I didnt wanna be murdered. There's a difference."

He gives a huff. So?? "Sure. Whatever." Whatever makes you happy. While you continue to glare at him, thinking of what to say next- what would pull him apart (You ended up quite good at that. Which is why, he needs you)- Severus sets down the framed photo; setting it ontop of a nearby pile of luggage facing you. It's a picture of you and him, of course. Taken by you, not so long ago. Or... quite a while ago, by the looks of Snape.

While you grimace at the picture, he takes another turn around his room and locates a little vial of potion. When you notice him approaching you, or your portrait, with it- you turn up your nose. "... what's that?"

Snape barely spares you a glance, uncorking it and ysing his thumb instead to cover the top before he shakes it up; being sure that all the ingredients are properly mkxed together. Focused on it. "Mm, just a little fail safe for myself... or you."

"What do you mean??" Eyebrows knitted together in frustrated confusion, you comb your brain for any information you had about enchanted paintings, but come up short. Severus was always a better student then you were.

"Just have to... " Severus dips a paintbrush into the vile, the brushes coming back wet with some clear liquid. "Give you one more, final, coat. And... " The feeling of being painted over is cold, but not wet. More like a cold chill that leaves you feeling bare and exposed for a few moments. Snape paints over your entire scene, from both of the top corners to the both of the bottom corners. When he's finished, you look around to see if anything different... and find nothing. What did he do?? "You should be... safe."

"...- safe!?"

"Stuck." He amends, raising his brows as if to say 'what are you going to do about it?'.

Him saying that gives you a very bad feeling and you immediacy move- attempting to leave the scene just like you've seen all the paintings in Hogwarts do. Weave in and out of different works, like a ghost.

But the moment you try and leave the frame, you bang right into an invisible force like a wall. A gasp springs from you, as you step back and reach forward to touch it. It feels solid like brick. With incensed eyes, you whip your head around to glare at Snape. "... of all the cruel things. You're trapping me here!??"

"Its- "

"You bring me back from, what was quite possibly peace, and make me look at your ugly face for the rest of eternity!? How is that fair!"

"Oh don't throw a tantrum. No need for dramatics, you little twit. You won't be here for an eternity." He rolls his eyes upwards, pursing his lips and shaking his head at you like you're just a silly little girl. "The paint'll dry and flake off, long before that." 

"So, what then?? How long?"

"Just... " For the first time since he enchanted the painting, Snape's eyes find yours. "Until... "

"-Until??" You narrow your eyes some more and set your hands firmly on your hips; waiting expectantly for an explanation. What you punishment here was, exactly.

"Until... " He could tell you the truth, he thinks. The whole truth. About Dumbledore and the Lord, and Lily... you couldnt go and tell anyone. Not even if someone came in here looking for secrets, you wont come alive for anyone else but him. He was quite good at potions. "I feel... " Until he's atoned. Until you've punished him well enough. Until he feels better. "-until I'm no longer lonely, Y/N." He finally says quickly, lying. He can't help it. Maybe one day he can tell you, but he can't bring himself to say any of it- not just yet.

The responce gives you pause, anyway. You don't know what to say. Are you supposed to... what? Feel sorry for him??

"And you chose me, to fill your sad pathetic void, Severus??

Oh, you are going to be sorry you brought me back Sev. You're stuck with me now, and I am going to make your life hell."

"... good." Thank you.

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17: Shut up and kiss me

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project.

My other works are here if you are interested!

Check out the fun challenge here by @slowsweetlove . Feel free to jump in too!

Warnings: Explicitly Mature content. 18+only, fellatio, deep throating, fingering (f), PiV, light M.Dom/f. sub

17: Shut up and kiss me

“Well you’d know a thing or two about sexy fucking packages,” you say pointendly. 

“Are you implying that I am an aficionado of said packages?” he leans back pondering,  “or that I am one or maybe I just have-” 

“Shut up and kiss me Austin,” you can’t help smiling, leaning forward.

“Yes Ma’am” he murmurs against your lips. 

It is probably the best kiss he’s given you so far. Relaxed yet insistent, soft but gradually gets intense. It’s like he’s been taking inventory of your physicality and knows just how to turn you on. A student of human behavior, is Austin. 

By the end of it, he has pulled you tight against his body, his hands warm on your back. Your legs spread over his lap, even you can smell how turned on you are. You rock your hips and nudge into his bare cock as it peeks through the edges of his robe. You've not tired of him either. Oh, that fucking cock.

You reach between you, brushing his tip with your fingers. 

“Damn, Mr. Butler, that’s quite a sexy package,” you try not to giggle at your own cleverness.

But he just brushes the comment aside, ”No, it’s you. I’ve never…wanted this much, been able to get hard this much. I’ve had you, what like  4 times in the past 12 hours, yet I still can’t get enough of you. You’ve lit a fire I wasn’t prepared for.”

His words drown your giggles, stoking said fire.

 You reach into the pocket of his robe, searching for a condom. You figured he might just be that kind of guy. 

“I think you are plenty prepared and as for wanting, I want you right now, Mr. Butler” you pull out a little black and gold package.  

“Ah ah- wait a second sweetheart,” his tone changes subtly, carrying a gentle authority. He takes the condom from your hand. “Mr. Butler needs that warm mouth on his cock before he takes care of you.” His use of third person and his authoritative tone are both  sexy as fuck. 

“Yes, Mr. Butler, anything you need,” did you consciously choose to play into this power dynamic? Not exactly. Do you mind even a little? No. You slide off his lap and to your knees. Reacting like a trained puppy.

“That’s a good girl,” he pulls your hair behind your ear, watching to see how you react to his praise. He smiles down pleased.

Your breath leaves you, unprepared for the dopamine drop that floods your brain at his words, at his devilish smile. He pulls the sides of his robe off his lap, exposing his hard member. He thumbs it towards your mouth. 

You lick your lips, opening your mouth. 

“No darling, lick it first, I want to see you work your tongue on me,” his deep voice is resonant with desire.

Out comes your tongue and you lap up his sides. He moans out a little exhale, unable and unwilling to look away as you rub the flat of your tongue on his frenulum then swirl up, leaving a little kiss on his tip. 

“That’s good sweetheart, now take me in your pretty mouth,” he says, still angling himself toward you.  You open your shiny lips and lower down over his tip. You close warm over him, tongue working along his underside. You work your mouth up and down him. He feels so fucking good in your mouth it makes you moan.

“Oh yes,” he gently threads his fingers into your hair, “now darling, Mr. Butler needs you to relax that throat so you can take it deep, understand?” 

You look up at him, your mouth still on his cock. You want to be a good girl for him.

“Come on now, we’ll go slow, baby,”  voice projects calm confidence, “you can do it.” 

He flexes his ass, pressing his hips up and his cock further into your mouth. When he hits your soft palate, your throat initially spasms. He pulls back, letting you adjust. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” his voice is so gentle, “let’s go again.” He pushes in, this time you are ready for what it feels like and you trust that he’ll stop if you need it. You relax your throat, breathing through your nose, until his cock cuts off your air. 

“YES!” he moans, “that-a girl.”  

You pull off, gagging. 

Encouraged by his praise, you dive back down. His hand tightens in your hair. 

“You like that don’t you?” he asks, “my cock in your mouth.”

You can only answer in a whiny ‘mmm hmm’ as you slide further, fucking the back of your throat with his tip. 

“Fuck baby,” he grips your hair hard, “Good fucking girl, taking that cock so well.”

He could have easily taken control, forced your head back and forth. But he didn’t. He let you go at your own pace, while holding tight. 

It was so hot the way his cock devoured your sounds.

You pull back, a long line of spit drips from your tongue to his tip. 

“Kiss me with that dirty mouth,” Austin growls, pulling you up towards his head. 

Your lips crash together. His tongue slides into your mouth in an unforgiving fashion. At the same time his fingers slip into your slit, rubbing back and forth, his tips pressing inside. Then his thumb is on your clit.

Your only response is to suck his tongue into your mouth.

His hand is a blur, fucking you hard. Wet sucking sounds fill the room, heat builds up in your pelvis. His tongue thrusts into your mouth. Your hips buck wildly. 

 His other arm holds you tight so you can’t squirm away. You convulse, you shake, you flood over his fingers. He grunts in the effort of keeping you close.

“Good Girl, cumming on Mr. Butler’s fingers like that,” his voice is low and penetratingly sexy. “You'd better be ready to do it again, cuz my cock needs the same treatment.”

He pushes you to sit up with his wet hand. You are given only a rolled-on-condom’s time as reprieve. 

“Hold on darling,” he grabs your ass and stands you both up. He turns and lays you down on the couch. He guides his cock to your open and waiting pussy. He thrusts in, seating himself with a grunt. 

“Look at you, taking *thrust* my cock *thrust* so well,*thrust*, so fucking deep,” his hands curled aorund your head as his abs grew taut, holding his weight up like the gentleman he is.

Thrust after thrust he holds your eyes with his own deep pools. 

“Good Girl,” he praises you. 

“Mr. Butler, please,” you beg, though you didn’t know what you are begging for.

“You’d better cream that cock like you did my fingers,” he shifts his weight and puts two pussy-tasting digits in your mouth. 

“Clean those off for me sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear. 

You wrap your tongue around them sucking. Then pushing them apart as you fuck your tongue between them. 

He slams again and again, angling his hips, taking his fingers out of your mouth. Each time he withdraws he rubs back against your G-spot. 

Four, five, six; by his tenth stroke you are squeezing down on him, your orgasm jerking through you. 

“What a good fucking girl you are,” he moans, leaning down low.

“GOOD, GIR-GIR GIRL!!” he spasms inside you.

…

You were nearly late to meet up with Callum.

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