#girl that is not bisexual lighting that is the cops

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Bill is a self-taught driver!

[itsskoll]

And I said hello Satan, ah I believe it is time to go Me and the devil walkin' side by side

Cedar out here having a religious moment

[artistfromspace]

Skipping 4 and 5, so here's day 6: Favourite OC Ship

I know I've only brought up Miss Fortune once, but she and Lady are a matching set and I love drawing them together. Falling for your nemesis can be so humbling.

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH1

Sometimes, Mommy and Daddy don't see eye to eye with how they handle their little girl: you. After Mommy disciplines you for a clumsy mistake and its aftermath, Daddy comes to comfort you, and you show him just how thankful you are.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Dd/Md/lg dynamics, Daddy/Mommy kink. Age gap. Size difference. Pet names. Love triangle. Hurt/Comfort. Implied caning. Aftercare. Cock worship. Oral sex, deepthroating attempt. Hand job. Dry humping. Fluff. (More notes below the cut!)

WORDS: 7k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6

A/N: Reader (we call her pumpkin) is in her 20s, Mommy and Daddy are in their early and late thirties. Everything's more or less consensual. There's a bit of backstory for Reader (who basically suffers from depression and anxiety), but other than that, she's pretty neutral (only attributes she has are: hair long enough to braid and female genitalia, and she's bisexual or at least bi-curious, and leans more to the submissive side of things). Also this may not be your typical little girl story as I'm not that much into ageplay, so this will be a wild mix of different elements of the Dd/lg dynamic with a good dose of Dom/sub, a bit of the Good cop/Bad cop trope (Daddy being the soft!Dom, while Mommy has a darker side), lots of F/F and F/M (and F/F/M) intimacies, and more. If you're open for anything, this may be a story for you! (READ THIS if you're curious/wondering about the tags I listed this under!)

🔷️ Chapter 1 🔷️ Chapter 2

You toss and turn in your bed, unable to find a comfortable position. Your butt hurts, as red and tight as it is, but you try to fight any new batch of tears that comes when you think back to how you got into this predicament. The worst part is the disappointment crashing through you, the anger at yourself, for not being a good girl.

Before you can fall deeper into your dark thoughts, your bedroom door opens. You stiffen, holding your breath, biting your lip as you listen intently. The door shuts again, before footsteps come closer. But as soon as the edge of your bed dips by someone sitting down, you turn around and pull the covers down, chewing on your bottom lip as you look up at the figure leaning over you, his big frame illuminated by the little night light on your bedside table.

“How's my baby girl?” His low voice immediately calms you, and you wriggle out from under your blanket to sit up and throw your arms around the tall man's neck. He catches you and holds you tightly, sighing deeply. “Mommy told me she had to discipline you today. She got you good, hm?”

You hum into his shoulder. “But I deserved it...” you mumble under your breath, clinging to him desperately, ignoring the sting of your bruised buttocks as you squirm on your knees.

“Yeah? What did you do?” he asks quietly, rubbing his large hand over your back.

“I... I made cookies,” you stammer, inhaling deeply, before the words just tumble out of you with haste. “But when I... when I wanted to pull them out of the oven, I tripped and dropped them and then... then... the tray fell onto the counter and... and smashed one of Mommy's herb pots. There was such a mess...”

“Oh pumpkin,” he sighs, squeezing you a little more. “That was just bad luck, wasn't it?”

“Yeah... I... I didn't mean to do that! You gotta believe me, Daddy!” you mumble, still holding onto him and hiding against his neck.

“I do, baby girl. But we gotta work on your clumsiness. You gotta be more careful, okay?”

You nod against him, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Say it.”

“I... I will be more careful. I promise,” you say quietly. “I never wanna see Mommy so angry again...”

A hum escapes him. “What did she give you?”

You squirm on your knees, rubbing against him to keep your butt from touching your heels. “Twenty hits...”

“With what?”

A shiver crashes through you. “The cane.”

“Oh sweetie, I'm sorry,” he tells you, hugging you tighter, one of his hands moving lower until he teases at your burning cheeks. “That sounds a bit excessive for a simple act of clumsiness. I guess I gotta talk to Mommy, hm?”

“No! It's okay, Daddy! Don't fight with her, please. I deserved it, it's okay. I took it like a big girl, she said so,” you say quickly, finally leaning back to look up at him, your hands kneading his wide shoulders. He gives you a warm smile, caressing the back of your head with the hand that's not palming at your ass.

“I'm sure you did, pumpkin. Can I see?” he then asks, tilting his head at you.

You bite your lip, but nod quickly. Climbing off his lap, you get off the bed and pull your oversized sleeping shirt over your head before you bend down, leaning on your hands, showing him your welted backside (it hurt too much to put on panties, so you just left them). He stands too and walks behind you, his hands moving along your hips before you feel his fingertips along the red lines covering your rear.

“She must have really loved that herb pot, huh?” he muses, and you flinch badly when he presses his palm against your left ass cheek, your blood thrumming just beneath the surface, warming even more under his touch. “This is too much,” he adds under his breath. “I'd given you five, max, and definitely not with the cane...”

He then grabs your waist and pulls you back up, slowly turning you around, watching you closely. “Did you clean up after yourself?”

You nod furiously. “Of course, Daddy. I cleaned the whole kitchen. I was sad about the cookies... I made them for you, you know, your favorite kind? But I had to throw them away because there was dirt all over them...”

Warmth floods his dark eyes, and he leans in to pull you against his chest. “You'll make another batch, don't worry,” he says soothingly.

You hug him tightly, pressing your whole body into his. “I'm sorry I wasted so much stuff. I guess that's also why Mommy was so furious... I did such a mess and nothing came out of it...”

“Stop,” he says sternly, leaning you back by your shoulders. His eyes bore into yours. You swallow thickly. “You received your punishment. It's done. You will not cry about spilled milk, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip. He raises an eyebrow, and you stop the nervous motion, pressing your lips together.

“What did you learn from this?”

“I... I should be more careful. I will not waste any food. I will ask for help if I can't do something on my own. I... I shouldn't get overwhelmed and make an even bigger mess...” you add in a breathy whisper. He nods to your words, a small smile playing around his lips.

You stare at him for a moment, mesmerized by his handsome face. There's a dimple on his cheek as the smile deepens, and creases in the corners of his eyes as he watches you. He's so pretty, you think as you feel a familiar tension settling in your lower stomach. I'm so lucky he's here for me.

“So you made me cookies, pumpkin?” he whispers as he crouches down in front of you, his hands rubbing along your arms until he grabs your hands and cradles them in his large palms. You nod, smiling shyly. “The ones with peanut butter?” You nod again, your smile growing bigger. He smirks at you. “The ones Mommy hates and can't eat?”

You freeze, your smile vanishing instantly. Your lips move to form a silent Oh. He leans in and brushes his lips to your forehead. “I... I forgot...” you mumble, feeling tears burn in your eyes.

“Might explain why she was so angry, hm?” he muses, shuffling closer until he can throw his arms around your shoulders and pull you against him. “Don't worry about it, baby girl, she'll calm down again. I'll talk to her. Maybe there was more afoot than meets the eye.”

You hug him back slowly, unable to hide the tears anymore as a quiet sob escapes you. He shushes you, rubbing your back. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I never meant to cause trouble...”

“I know you didn't, baby,” he says quietly. “You've been such a good girl for us, since the day you moved in. You adjusted so well. I'm really proud of you, you know?”

Another sob slips from your trembling lips, and you try to hide it by burying your face in his chest. He holds you tighter, a deep sigh ringing in your ears. “C-can you –” you start, your voice breaking mid-question.

“Hm?”

“Can you stay here tonight?” you ask quietly, your heart beating faster.

“Are you sure, pumpkin? Won't you be in pain?” he whispers, moving his hand along the back of your head, tangling his long fingers in your hair.

“It'll be better when you're here,” you reply, leaning against him. “But... but I understand if you... if you don't want to... or... or if Mommy asked first...”

“She didn't,” he says. “But I gotta talk to her first. We don't want to disrupt her punishment, right, darling? If I stay here, she might see that as a reward you don't deserve.”

“You... you could... you know...” you stammer, your cheeks burning up badly as you cling to him, your heart beating even faster as you try to word your wishes.

“What, baby girl? Use your words.”

“You... you don't have to be gentle with me, you know? You could punish me too. For... for not giving you the cookies I promised you...”

A laugh rings in your ears. “But you never promised me anything. I can't be mad if a surprise you planned didn't work out, can I? And you know, if you ask for punishment... that's not really punishment after all. Is it, pumpkin?”

“No,” you mutter, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. “I guess not...”

“Unless you want me to punish you for being too needy. Are you too needy, sweet girl?” he asks quietly, slowly letting go of you.

When you meet his gaze, your face is flushed, your stomach tense, that throb between your legs almost as bad as the stinging in your tight butt cheeks. “Maybe...” you press out, chewing on your lips.

His smile turns slightly more sinister at your reply. You watch him lick his lips, a motion that holds you captive for a moment, before he leans in and grabs your upper arms.

“Tell me why you're here,” he then says, his eyes never leaving yours.

You swallow, wet your suddenly dry lips. “B-because I... because I needed a Daddy... and a... Mommy... someone to tell me what to do... someone to help me... someone to be there for me... so I'm not alone...”

He listens closely, his hands tightening around your biceps. “And what did we want in return, baby girl?”

“Me... whenever you want... however you want...” you whisper, barely audible as you stare back at him, your mind already emptying as you repeat the words he drilled into you.

Letting go of your arms, he stands up again, towering over you as he nods slightly. “We gave you a home, you gave us your body. Is that a good deal, baby?”

You frown slightly, licking your lips. “Yes?” you whisper, not sure what he wants to hear from you.

His eyes narrow a little. Your mind is reeling as you watch him, before you fall to your knees in front of him, your hands holding onto the stiff fabric of his pants as you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Yes, Daddy, it's a good deal. I wanna make you feel good because you make me feel good. I wanna be a good girl for you, and for Mommy, because you've been so good to me. I... I will not be needy, only when you want me to be.”

As you stumble over your words, his eyes move over your flushed face. He listens patiently, and by the end of your ramble, he's smiling down at you.

“Get up,” he says softly, holding out his large hand to you.

You grab it, or rather close your hand around his index finger as you pull yourself up. He's so tall and big, so strong, intimidating, and yet you feel safe just looking at him. His free hand finds your cheek, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip.

“Listen up, kid,” he starts, and you nod, holding his gaze as you part your lips and let him put his digit on your tongue. “I will not spend the night with you. No, don't pout, listen. But I want you to come to us later tonight and give your Mommy a good time, okay? She'll appreciate it if you show a little initiative. And if you've been a good girl, I'll give you a reward too, how does that sound?”

You smile around his thumb in your mouth, nodding enthusiastically. He pulls it from between your tight lips and raises his eyebrows. “Yes, Daddy, I'll do that. I'll be your good girl. I'll give Mommy a good time,” you whisper hectically.

He gives you a soft pat to the cheek, before he takes a step back and looks you up and down for a moment, his eyes raking over your naked body. You've long overcome the embarrassment of being in the nude around him (or Mommy). It feels natural now.

“I really don't like it when Mommy is mad at you, pumpkin,” he says quietly, silently giving you a sign to turn around. You do, holding his gaze for as long as you can before you spin slowly and present your backside to him once more. “I had plans for tonight. But maybe I can still make them happen, hm?”

You feel him walking closer, his hands on your shoulders, his short fingernails scraping over your skin as they move down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His breath ghosts your shoulder blade as he crouches down behind you, causing you to shiver. You squeeze your thighs together and hold your breath, trying to show him how absolutely not needy you are. You probably fail miserably. He can always see right through you.

A sudden yelp escapes you when his hand comes into contact with your bruised ass cheek, a soft slap that brings the pain back under your skin. You whimper, trying to remain calm as you stand there for his inspection. “I really don't know why Mommy is so fixated on using the cane. I don't like seeing you like this, baby girl. Did she make you come while she did it?”

“No,” you breathe, your head spinning as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Hmm,” he hums darkly, his big hands gently cupping your glutes, giving them a subtle squeeze. “Do you want to come now?”

Your breath hitches, but you see through his question immediately. You weren't always that quick about it. “No, Daddy, I don't deserve it, I haven't been a good girl,” you reply quietly, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

He traces the throbbing lines on your ass, making you squirm against his touch. “Too bad,” he sighs, his fingers teasing between your cheeks, giving both of your holes a little prod that really makes you fight not to react. “Did she give you something to put on here?” he then asks, his hands moving down your legs now.

“No,” you whisper through clenched teeth. “She said it didn't look too bad, and the blows weren't that hard to begin with. And there was no blood...”

He sighs again, standing up, and before you know it, he turns you around, grabs your waist and flings you over his shoulder. You squeak in surprise, your hair falling over your head as you cling desperately to the back of his shirt. His large hand holding onto your calves, he carries you into your ensuite bathroom and rummages through the medicine cabinet above the sink.

“I swear, this woman has a scar kink,” he mutters darkly, more to himself, before he gives your thighs a gentle rub. “Nothing warrants permanent damage to your beautiful skin, pumpkin,” he tells you quietly as he moves out of the bathroom again.

He puts you down carefully, then sits down on the edge of your bed, patting his lap. You follow the hint quickly and drape yourself over his thighs, stomach pressing into his leg as you brace yourself. “But she said –”

“She definitely broke your skin a few times, baby, she wasn't perfectly honest with you. I really need to talk to her, this isn't acceptable. Hold still now,” he says, and you feel him fumbling with something before his hands move over your warm butt cheeks. At first it's cold, then it stings, and you suck in a sharp breath as you claw your hands into his pants, a little whimper escaping you.

He keeps rubbing whatever ointment he found onto your bruised skin, and once he's done, your head is spinning and a few tears have rolled down your cheeks. But you've endured, like the big girl you are. He pulls you onto your feet then, watching you closely before he wipes at your wet face.

“How about you get a good night's sleep now, hm, sweetheart?” he says softly, giving you a small smile as you scrunch your nose when he boops it playfully. “Let's push our plan to tomorrow. You can surprise Mommy then, okay? I'll help you make breakfast, and then you'll give her a good time. Remember, she is not a bad person, even if she has her weak moments. I'll find out what bugged her today, don't worry. Trust me, it was not your fault,” he adds, cupping your face to pull you closer to him.

You chew on your bottom lip, watching him. “But –”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. You freeze and blink at him, more tears burning in your eyes. “You dropped some cookies and smashed some plants, baby, that doesn't justify twenty cane hits. She was taking something out on you, and that's not right. Stop worrying now, okay, darling?”

You sniffle, nodding to his words. Moving one hand to your lower back, he nudges you closer until he can press his lips to your forehead. Your fingers twitch before you find the courage to grab the front of his shirt, leaning against him. “Are you mad at her?” you mumble as he pulls one arm around you.

“Well, maybe a little. But don't worry your pretty little head, sweetie, you know we have our ways of dealing with pent-up emotions.”

His reply sends a shiver down your spine. Oh you know that, you've heard it many times, how they deal with stress and anger. If you wouldn't get out-of-your-mind aroused by the noises coming from their shared bedroom, you'd be terrified by them. You remember watching them once, unintentionally, but they did leave the door open, and what you saw still haunts you in your dreams sometimes.

They can play rough with you too, but how they treat each other (when they think nobody is watching) is really something you don't want to experience first-hand, ever. It's brutal, but it does seem to calm them in the end. It's a strange dynamic, but you've known that since you moved in with them so many months ago.

Before you can think back to how it all started, you feel a big hand grabbing your chin, making you look up. You meet Daddy's dark eyes, the intensity in them making you squirm immediately as your core starts throbbing even more. You blink a few times, focusing back on him.

“How do you feel now, pumpkin?” he asks quietly, watching you closely.

“Better,” you whisper back, smiling shyly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

A smirk lets the corner of his mouth twitch. “You wanna show Daddy how thankful you are?”

Heat crashes into your face. Averting your eyes for a moment, you nod timidly, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “C-can you... uh... can you lie down for it, Daddy?” you ask barely audible, still not looking at him.

He considers your request. You know he prefers to have you on your knees in front of him, but since he knows about the pain in your butt, he seems to accept your words. Well, in his way. “Look at me,” he tells you. “Look at me and tell me what you want to do.”

You swallow hard, inhaling deeply, before you look at him, immediately mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes. “I... I want to show you... how thankful I am... by... by...” You bite your lip, frowning, fighting against voicing the things you have no problem doing, but putting them into words, saying them out loud, is still not easy for you.

“Come on, baby, use your words.” His voice is calm and comforting, never condescending, but you still feel a tight knot forming in your stomach.

You exhale loudly through your nose, blinking, your eyes flicking over his face. “I... I wanna showyouhowthankful Iambysuckin'yourcock,” you press out, your words fast and barely coherent.

The grip on your chin tightens, his thumb and forefinger pressing into your jaw. “Again, slower. No need to be ashamed, pumpkin. It's completely natural. Just say the words, I know you can do it.”

You swallow again, furrowing your eyebrows as you look at him. “I want to... no, I'd like to... suck your –” You inhale deeply. “– cock, Daddy, because... because I am really thankful that you are... here for me...” Your voice is still quiet, but you get the words out, and even though your cheeks burn up badly, you feel some sort of accomplishment when he nods and smiles at you.

“Good girl,” he praises and stands up, letting go of you, and you smile back shyly. “Alright, let me get comfortable then, hm?”

You watch him opening his belt, his long fingers moving lower to continue on the button and zipper with ease and confidence. He winks at you when he pushes his pants down his hips and steps out of them (his dark boxer briefs doing absolutely nothing to hide the obvious bulge), before he pulls his shirt over his head and sits down on the bed, scooting back to the headboard, his long legs stretched out. Tilting his head, he gives you a gentle nod, and you follow him immediately, crawling between his legs, trying to keep the pressure off the tight skin of your ass.

He crooks a finger at you, smiling wider, and before you focus on the task at hand, you clamber over him and bring your face to his. He grabs your chin and pulls you the rest of the way, pressing his lips firmly against yours, his eyes hooded but still as intense as he watches you. When he licks at the seam of your mouth, you open it and let his tongue in, quickly meeting it with your own as he deepens the kiss. Your eyelids flutter, as does your stomach, and the more you feel his warm mouth on yours, the calmer you get, ready to take on what lies ahead.

Not that you dread it. On the contrary. You meant it when you said you wanted to. Since you moved in with Mommy and Daddy, you've learned two very fool-proof ways of shutting your nagging mind off: one – by giving up complete control when either (or both) of them uses you, and two – by focusing all your energy on the pleasure of someone else. It's a strange thrill knowing that it was your mouth and hands (and body) that brought them to their peak. Seeing that relaxed expression, the bliss in their eyes, the little noises they issue, it's a joy in and of itself.

While you don't particularly care if you have a cock in your mouth or your tongue in a cunt, you do prefer hearing Daddy's noises. Mommy is never shy to scream it into the heavens when she is satisfied, Daddy usually keeps to himself, always focused on you (or Mommy), he would grunt and groan, sure, issuing sounds of effort when he'd fuck you (or Mommy) senseless, but when you give him head, when he relaxes into your ministrations, he really lets go, letting it all out, and hearing him moan while you work on his cock is the best thing ever.

The only thing that bugs you about this very special task that only you are allowed to perform on him (mainly because Mommy would probably bite off his dick instead of pleasuring him, she is rough like that), is that Daddy's cock is huge. In your eyes, anyway, maybe your mouth is also very small, but in comparison to the few dicks you've seen in the flesh in your life, he is definitely very well-endowed. And the problem with that is that you can't fit all of him into your mouth, or even down your throat, like you always try but are never able to.

Whenever you'd watch porn with him or Mommy, you find yourself getting envious of the women being able to deepthroat any cock they've encountered, mostly even without gagging, while you feel like you are dying when he is just bumping the back of your throat. You want to make him happy, because he makes you happy, but you've still failed many times. Though despite it all, you've kept going, learning to pleasure him with the means you are given, knowing it'd impress him all the same.

He's been so patient with you, letting you get accustomed with his cock, letting you try things out, soothing you when you thought you failed, encouraging you when you almost had it. It's the praise and the smell and feel and taste of his cock that makes you continue on your journey to become the best cocksucker this man has ever seen. And you'd bet that list is very long, and getting to the top surely feels like mastering a craft you have barely any experience in.

But he taught you to never give up, not just in sexual aspects, but in life. You owe him so much. It seems a small task to fight that gag reflex over and over again. And if you still manage to get him off and hear those sweet moans, it is all worth it anyway.

It's you who has to force yourself away from Daddy's lips and focus on what's waiting for you further below. He watches you as you brush your lips down his neck and over his collarbones, focusing on peppering small kisses on his pecs, relishing in the little shivers you cause by flicking your tongue around his nipples. You keep looking up at him from under your lashes, wanting to see all the small reactions, and when he shoots you a smile, one that goes straight to your throbbing cunt, you smile back shyly and keep kissing down his stomach.

It's always a pleasure to just explore his body like this, taking your time, letting him watch, and him letting you do whatever you want. The trust you developed in just a few months is remarkable. But he (and Mommy) have made it so easy for you to let go, to let things happen, to be bold enough to chase what you desire. It wasn't always easy to voice it, but sometimes actions spoke louder than words, and they both accepted that about you. (Mostly. Daddy still often trains you like he did earlier.)

Inhaling deeply, you finally focus fully on your self-proclaimed want, trying to shut out thoughts and memories, being in the moment. It's easy enough once you reach the trail of coarse hair vanishing under the soft fabric of his boxer briefs. There you linger a little longer, lips pressed to his warm skin, tingling under the scratch, his scent filling your nostrils. It's certainly a strange thing to admit, but one of your happy/safe places is indeed his crotch.

Months ago you were not even aware of having an oral fixation, but it quickly came to you how calm you became once you could suck on a thumb or had fingers in your mouth, or best case scenario could suckle on a cock for hours on end. It was mostly Daddy who gave you that peace of mind because it was so easy for you to let go with him, to let your guard down, to forget about the world.

It had been embarrassing at first, noticing your body's reactions (mostly how your saliva pooled on your tongue, how you literally started drooling as if you were a hungry dog), but now you embraced it. Licking your lips, trying to contain the need burning under your skin, you move your hands to hook your fingers around the waistband of his underwear, looking up once more before you're going to dive in. He gives you an encouraging nod, one of his arms bent behind his head, the other hand resting casually on his thigh.

Then you peel the last layer away, pushing his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. An intimidating sight that couldn't be more intriguing to you. Your mind is already emptying, focused on the smell and feel and soon taste of him, your heart beating faster as your core throbs in anticipation. Your hands, so small, try to wrap around his shaft, picking him up. He's heavy in your grip, warm and already hardening.

You shift back on your knees, still aware of the burning skin on your rear, and lean down more to bring your lips to his tip. A few flicks of your tongue and he's already twitching into your hands, a deep inhale sounding from above. You smile against his cock as you press soft kisses along his shaft, moving your hands down to the base, one squeezing a little, the other pulling his underwear down more to get to his balls.

You give them a gentle massage, eager fingers digging into soft skin as you roll them in your palm (like stress balls, how Mommy once said when she taught you how to handle him correctly), while you continue to kiss and lick along his length, from the base all the way up to the tip. Bending over him, you focus your lips to the slit at the top, poking your tongue against it, giving it a little suck while your hands move back to push his tight skin up and down his hardened core.

His breathing gets a little louder, still no moans, but you'll get him there, and when you look up at him with your lips closed tightly around his tip, you see the focused look in his eyes, his holding-back face, and you smirk to yourself as you give him another suck and prod, watching the muscle in his jaw clench. As caring and easy-going as Daddy is with you, he is usually a serious man, hard working and intimidating, both in stature and demeanor, dominating in a way that silences the entire room, but when you have your mouth on him, that facade he tries to keep up is quickly crumbling.

And you revel in the power you have over this handsome, stoic man. You are his little girl after all, and that role quickly became exactly what you needed to be in life. It gave you strength and a purpose, knowing that he and Mommy both found comfort and peace in being with you, cuddling you, kissing you, fucking you. And it wasn't even that sexual in nature, not all the time, it was also freeing to let them dress you, brush your hair, to do what they told you.

It gave you time to explore yourself, what you wanted in life (beside being their little girl), and while you spend most of your time with them, in the few hours you are alone, you try out and explore as many hobbies as you can, the last one being baking, and while you failed today and paid the consequences, you usually quite enjoy it.

You hope Mommy's punishment won't affect your enjoyment, and you won't always have to expect pain whenever you make a mistake. Though you do wonder what made Mommy so mad. Daddy is probably right, there has to be more afoot.

You huff a deep breath against Daddy as you realize that your mind has wandered again. None of that. Stop it. Concentrate on him. This is for you to shut up that annoying brain of yours.

Blinking your eyes into focus, you let them wander up his torso. He looks at you, a bit of worry etched between his eyebrows. You feel his hand moving until his fingers brush against your hair, fingertips pressing softly into your scalp, both to comfort you and to push you a bit further onto his cock.

You take the hint and open your mouth a bit more, allowing more of him into it, while your hands move up and around his shaft, pulling and pushing his tight skin, feeling the thick veins throbbing against your palms. Your tongue licks around his tip, exploring the smooth mushroom shape and the ridges below, and when you angle your head a bit differently, you feel him pushing deeper, nudging right against the back of your throat.

Your stomach tenses, your breathing getting a bit more labored as you remember the last time you tried to shove him down your throat. You've been a sobbing mess covered in spit, terrified of choking on him. But you won't give up. And so you focus on swirling your tongue around what does fit into your mouth, lips tight around his warm skin, hands pumping and pumping the rest of him, and when you hollow your cheeks and suck, a twitch goes through his body, his hand tightening in your hair.

You keep going, encouraged by his reaction, starting to bob your head up and down until half of his cock is lathered in your saliva with a bit of drool running down your chin. Your fingers close around his shaft, giving him subtle squeezes, while your mouth is full of him. Instead of forcing him into spaces your body refuses to open to him, you turn your head and let him fill your cheeks, a pump left, a pump right, knowing he enjoys seeing the bulge of his cock under your skin (he especially enjoys the little bump in your stomach when he presses particularly deep or when Mommy tries one of her longer straps on you, literally rearranging your guts, and after being terrified of it the first few times, you've grown quite accustomed to seeing them deforming your body like that).

You keep nudging him into your cheek, sucking at the same time, your tongue pressed against his sensitive underside, and as you dare a look at him, you see him with his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling, lips parted, louder breaths slipping past them. “Just like that, pumpkin,” he rasps, his hand in your hair easing and tightening. “You're doing great.” He already sounds breathless, but it's not enough for you. You want to see him completely dissolve into pleasure.

So you bob faster, suck harder, squeeze him tighter. You even dare to prod him against the back of your throat again, your eyes watering at the sensation, your body shuddering, anticipating the worst, but you focus on seeing him so relaxed, that handsome man who trusts you so much, who lets go for you just as you let go for him.

Squeezing your eyes shut, ignoring the tears spilling past your lashes, you take a deep breath through your nose, forcing your tense muscles to ease up (which may sound counter-intuitive but somehow it works), and then, you lower your head, your hands tight around his shaft, holding him steady as you open your jaw and swallow him as much as you can. His tip slips past that point that usually makes you retch immediately, inch after inch, and you only convulse when he's really in there, so deep you can barely breathe, surprised and horrified at having his cock in your throat.

And then you gag, violently, your body jerking, and you pull back, spluttering, coughing, spit flying everywhere before you bury your flushed face in his thigh, trying to calm down. His hand eases down your nape.

“You okay down there, baby?” he whispers.

Your heaving breaths echo in your spinning head, and you feel shame flooding your body as more tears burn in your eyes. “S-sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, swallowing the excess spit, licking your soiled lips.

“It's fine, pumpkin,” you hear him say. “Don't stress about it. I told you you don't have to do that.”

“B-but I... I want to... I have to...” you whimper, cheek resting on his thigh, nose brushing against his cock still in your hands.

“You don't have to!”

You freeze, his harsher words ringing in your ears. “B-but...”

“Did Mommy tell you that?” he asks, and you feel him sitting up a little, his other hand finding your chin as he pulls you up again.

You look at him, vision blurry, your face wet, and when you try to wipe at it, he grabs your hand and puts it back around his cock before he wipes at your cheeks himself. “No, I just... I want to... everyone else can do it...” you murmur, averting your eyes.

“Everyone else? Who?”

“The... women in the videos...” you croak out, feeling even more embarrassed.

“Oh pumpkin,” he sighs, and you see him closing his eyes for a moment. “That is not everyone. Trust me, it's a rare gift to be able to deepthroat a cock. Don't believe for a second that every girl, every woman, hell, even every man out there would be able to do that. And if they can, it takes a lot of training to get to that point. You're not there, and you don't ever have to get there either! If Mommy told you –”

“She didn't!” you say quickly, biting your lip. “But she told me to watch... these videos... to get used to the idea of it...”

“Did she?” He exhales again, shakes his head. “Pumpkin, you are our little girl, not a porn actress we hired to perform some special tricks.” He shifts a bit more, spreading his legs to sit up and pull you up against him, his lips brushing against your temple. “Please keep your innocence, sweetheart. Don't force yourself to do things your body can't handle. It's okay not to be perfect. It's not a flaw!”

You lean into him, watching him as he talks, his words sinking in but you still feel as if you should be better, as if he expects more of you even though he says otherwise. His hand moves around your rear, brushing against the welts burned into your skin, reminding you of other things you're not good at. A few more tears spill from your eyes.

“Straddle my thigh, baby girl,” he then tells you, his gaze intense, dark.

You swallow, nodding as you blink the tears away. Shifting on the bed, you put one knee on either side of his leg (one of them nudging his groin), carefully sitting down on the bulk of his thigh. He grabs your hand and guides it back to his cock. You watch him move it up and down his shaft, curling your fist around his tip, his larger hand so big around yours.

It's almost an instinct to start grinding your bare crotch against his leg, slow little tilts of your hips, falling into the rhythm he sets with your hand. A familiar warmth settles low in your stomach, throbbing in your clit that catches on his skin with every backwards motion.

“Whatever you do, pumpkin,” he says softly, and you let his words sink in, spoken in that deep thrum of his voice that vibrates through your entire body, fueling the fire burning in your core. “I am proud of you. Because I know you are trying, you are trying harder than anyone I've ever met. You may not see it for yourself, but I can see the effort, the passion you put into everything you do. You are enough, baby girl, more than enough, you are my perfect little girl, our little girl, and yes, Mommy is proud of you too, even if she had a bad day today.

“You've come so far since you came to us, and you'll go even farther, I'm sure. So stop worrying, okay? You are so beautiful, so talented, so easy to be with. You make me incredibly happy,” he finishes softly, his hands moving up to cup your face as he pulls you towards him, your cunt still rubbing over his leg, your hand tight around his cock, moving seemingly on its own, as you focus on the soft expression in his eyes.

“Daddy,” you gasp.

He smiles, leaning in to nuzzle your nose. “I love you, pumpkin,” he breathes against you, his hands pulling you in until he captures your lips for a searing kiss. It's the combination of his words, the softness of them versus the demanding hold he has on you, the warmth of his body, the way his cock twitches in your hand, slick with his precum and your saliva, the heat burning in your core, your clit pulsing under the friction, and suddenly it all explodes into countless lights, like fireflies flickering at the edge of your vision.

You hiccup into his mouth when you come, body tensing before it relaxes into a wave of shudders, and he holds you, pulls you closer, his arm around you, his hand back on his cock, guiding yours, until he too shivers under the sensations crashing through him, one of those beautiful moans echoing in your ears. You hold each other as the waves of pleasure wash over you, your mind blissfully empty, except for one thing that slips from you like a little gasp as you break the kiss and lean your head against his shoulder.

“Love you too, Daddy.”

You've come a long way to be able to let go like this, to allow this man into your heart, to allow yourself to feel good. It isn't perfect yet, you still have a lot to learn, but compared to how it all started, how it has been before you met the most important people in your life (before Mommy and Daddy saved you), your life is nothing short of bliss now.

And you know it wasn't always like this...

🔷️ Chapter 1 🔷️ Chapter 2

End notes: Hello and welcome to yet another little smut story of mine! Thank you for giving it a chance! We start with an established relationship, and the next chapter will show how they met. Stay tuned!

By the way: the header images (are of course only to set the mood and not to depict any characters mentioned) show if Daddy or Mommy (or both) are present in the chapter, blue for Daddy, pink for Mommy. (Mommy was mentioned here, so only a little bit of pink.)

Thank you for reading! New chapter every Saturday!

Up next: We dive into Reader's backstory and how she became Mommy and Daddy's little girl.

Not interested in Reader's backstory? Skip to chapter 3 here!

MASTERLIST 🔷️ AO3 🔷️ ORIGINAL WORKS

[a-killer-obsession]

Fuck it,

👒Strawhat sex headcanons

cos I'm absolutely on deaths door sick rn and I just wanna drabble my thoughts

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Luffy

Ace and entirely ignorant of anything. Come on now, you saw him on Amazon Lily. Next!

Zoro

Fucks, but half the time leaves lovers unsatisfied. Falls asleep immediately so he doesn't even see their grumpy pout. Bisexual but leans towards men

Loves to deep throat, giving and receiving

Always rough

Pretty even spilt between top and power bottom

Loves impact play, giving and receiving

Loves public sex, will absolutely keep going if he gets caught. Same goes for masturbation, even if Sanji starts kicking the shit out of him while he's still going

Nami

Gay gay lesbian gay. Loves those ladies! Big fan of tits especially

Fingerbangs like her life depends on you cumming. Call her the Squirtbringer TM

Loves to use toys on her lovers, especially vibrators and butt plugs. Loves to see her girl with a pretty sparkly diamond plug

Kinda vanilla otherwise though

Top for sure

Ties some absolutely stunning shibari

Usopp

Straight but what a ally fr. Respectful AF

Gets flustered so fucking quick if you flirt with him though so you'd have to be so fucking foward to get him in bed. You'd have to be practically riding him before he stops being a blushing mess

Actually pretty good in bed though, decent size and stamina. Never misses hittin that spot yah know? 😎

More vanilla than angel cake though, and will absolutely chicken out if you ask him to spank you

Talks big talk though. Good with his mouth at both ends

Switch but don't expect him to be a dominant top

Doesn't know the meaning of a quick fuck, this man ✨️ makes love ✨️

Sanji

Straight, for sure, don't mention that time with the waiter boy, or that time with that very muscular male customer, or that time when he-

Anyway *cough* loves having anything in his mouth. Practically begs to have his face sat on, can absolutely cum untouched from that alone. Sometimes gets so into it that he forgets he's supposed to put it in at some point and just ends up eating you out for literal hours till you have to literally rip him off

Don't mind the blood nose :P

Cums so quick once he's in that its frankly embarrassing, but he'll keep going after, for you~

Walk him like a dog 🐕 this boy is a BOTTOM

Absolutely has a praise kink

Needs it to be romantic every time or he WILL pout. He'll give you a quickie if that's really what you want but he prefers to take his time, set the mood, make you a nice cocktail and light some candles

The first time you play with his ass he'll act like he hates it, but then he'll end up shyly asking you to do it again

Wants zoro to destroy his ass

Chopper

MINOR, NEXT!

When he grows up tho... he is a deer... he likes deer... maybe a mink would be ideal actually

Robin

Oh she for SURE fucks

Pansexual but prefers older lovers

Loves to be a soft dom, big time into forcing orgasms out of her partner and teasing them

Open relationship with Franky, loves to play good cop bad cop with him and a sub (with her as good cop)

Abuses her devil fruit for sure, turns her partners into overstimulated, fucked out messes

Loves to ride faces but is also very skilled at giving blowjobs

Has no issue eating ass

No kinks are taboo to her even if she's not into it, she'll give everything a go though, for research

Really skilled with shibari, shares notes with Nami all the time

Reads a lot of bodice rippers and quite literally takes notes, like she fully has a notebook of things she wants to try and is working her way through it

Doesn't really care about getting off, she mostly just likes to watch other's get off. Sex is one big research project to her and shes more than happy to study

Franky

About as fucked up in bed as Wire, biggest deviant of the crew for sure. Wano afterparty you bet they had a long indepth conversation to compare notes, and Wire was happy to show Heat off for him and Robin

Bi with a preference for women

Has all manner of toys and furniture, probably made most of them himself

Usually a hard dom, but unlike Wire he has no problem being a bottom as well

He is a ride you will not survive, your wheels will come right off

Loves risky public sex (fic coming soon 😎)

You better believe when he rebuilt his body he gave himself the biggest dick you'll ever see, its ribebd for your pleasure and it ABSOLUTELY vibrates

Don't expect to be able to walk afterwards, but he's an aftercare king 👑

Brook

May not have the facilities to get off, but still enjoys watching

Often watches Robin and Franky, especially if they're playing with a sub. Sometimes he'll join in with a toy because he's hesitant to push raw bone against a lover (ha, bone) but usually he just watches

Plenty of imagination though, sometimes he'll tell Franky and Robin what to do, more in a suggestive way than a dominant way

I imagine he would feel sexual enjoyment the same way one might enjoy a good cup of tea. He may not be able to get physical relief but he still enjoys the mental tingle

Before he died he was a massive slut though, rockstar vibes, every carnal disease you can think off. Was big into having his face ridden and sex under the influence

Too old to understand labels but if you really took the time to explain he'd probably say he was pansexual

Jinbei

This one goes out to my homie 💖

Straight but has no problem with it if swords happen to cross. Which is just as well, since there's canonically two of them 🍆🍆 He'd also never suggest a threesome, but he'd say yes if you suggested it

Also enjoys watching along side Brook. They call it "Oldies Night" when the four of them get together to watch Franky and Robin destroy some sub

Super respectful! Will constantly make sure you're comfortable and allow you to guide him to do whatever feels best

Not big into kinks but happy to explore them if it makes you happy. Won't do anything that'd inflict pain though, even if you beg for it, he's too big of a softie

Has that deep generational sense of taboo and shame instilled in him that makes it hard to get him to open up about what he wants. You'd have to have been together for a really long time to get him to be honest. Even so, makes you feel completely comfortable sharing your own kinks and never ever makes you feel ashamed even if he's really not into it

Eventually you'll get him to reveal that he enjoys being edged and cockwarming

Not a big fan of young girls fawning over him cos of his ex-Warlord status. Much prefers women his own age. No real preference for basic humans vs fishmen vs even minks, they're all human in his books

God he's so strong though, given how much bigger he is than most woman he will straight up use you like a cocksleeve if you ask him to, I absolutely would, dear god

Never leaves a partner unsatisfied, but I think he'd avoid giving oral cos he'd be so anxious about his teeth and he never wants to hurt a lover

[stereofish]

A GIRL AND A GUN — CRIMINAL MINDS DR INTRO.

— supervisory special agent

SYNOPSIS. . . the boy genius (spencer reid) & the stubborn girl (krystalina jenner) find comfort in one another . . .

TROPE . . . strangers to co-workers to friends to lovers

BACKSTORY. . . krystalina jenner always knew she wanted to help people. It's why she joined the FBI. One of the first things she remembered from her childhood were flashing red and blue lights. All she wanted to do was stop other little girls from going through what she'd been forced to years ago.

Psychological assessments during her time at the academy had forced her to come to terms with the past. What had happened to her parents. A tragic "accident" that had her adopted at the crime scene, that's all it was. And then what followed not even a decade later. Which, at least the cops believed was actually a serial killer.

Qualified profiler or not, Krystal enjoyed working with the agents far more than any person that could backchat. But avoiding the field was beginning to prove impossible. Especially when a familiar special agent came knocking at her door about the very case she'd spent so many years trying to forget about...

ABOUT ME. . .

name: krystalina "kj" jenner

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

age: 25

dob: 06/03/1986

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: supervisory special agent at the fbi's behavioural analysis unit

languages: english, spanish

hobbies: reading, watching movies, cooking

appearance:

RELATIONSHIPS . . .

spencer reid — co-worker / best friend / (future) husband

genius, shy, socially awkward. spence was the first friend i made when i first joined the bau and he became one of my closest friends. we hit it off from the beginning, as we share similar interests.

derek morgan — co-worker / close friend

confident, flirty, assertive. morgan and i are like sister and brother, he can be really annoying but he would do anything to protect me and the people he cares about, as so would i.

penelope garcia — co-worker / best friends 4 life

cheerful, quirky, oh so lovely. penny is the best person ever. she is always there for me no matter what, i don't know what i would do without her, i love pen with my whole heart.

rest of the bau — co-workers / close friends

smart, hard working, like family. the bau are like family to me. aaron hotchner (hotch), also known as my scary, stern boss is, in a way, like a father i barely had, just don't tell him i said that... jj is my best friend and i would do anything to protect her and her baby boys, i've always hoped that i could have a family of my own one day. emily prentiss... i may of had a little crush on her for a little while when i first joined the bau but i think her and hotch have a thing.

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

I took notes on my thoughts while watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die because I did the same for Black Friday

DAMN Jon said “I am a TENOR”

I literally can’t get over how good he sounds

AHHHHHH LAUREN!!!!!

Bro these songs SLAP

Damn Mariahs hair is so long

Pete is such a mood

I’m literally terrified of being pantsed so bad

BRUH NOT MICRO-PETER

Omg hey Kim

When Cory enthusiastically agrees I’m dying

Omg Max likes Grace???????

Wait that’s so cute

Wait why’s he kinda fine

“His name is Jesus Christ” HELP 💀💀💀💀💀

It’s giving Apex Predator (from Mean Girls)

Damn these HARMONIES THO

My jaw is on the floor the way Cory is talking to her

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?” ME LMFAO

I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST MAKE AN ISSAC NEWTON JOKE

The way hes like “this is about thermodynamics” me me me. I hate when people make jokes about the things we’re not even talking about.

“NANI” NO WAY HE SAID THAT HELP💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Study date????????

Joey Richter my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

When Max enters and the crowd cheers

“Rondevuch”

Max literally has a God complex

Why is Kim everyones mom?

“Walen place”?????

“Mom will you pass the butt stuff????” HELP SHES BEEN CORRUPTED

NO WAY SHES FANTASIZING ABOUT MAX JAGERMAN

LITERALLY WHAT

Awwww Grace is experiencing Catholic Guilt™ ❤️❤️❤️

Girl wdym “he’s gotta go”???

Laurens character is bisexual???????

“WAIFU MATERIAL”?????? I literally can’t get over Jons character

Wait Grace is a little fucked up actually

Wait since the Waylons built hatchetfield high and the starlight theater, could they have cursed the town somehow? Like I know about the evil brothers or whatever, but I’m not super familiar with the lore

Wait I kind of love Grace now

Mariah slays

“Am I reading as Ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?” AWWWWWW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Your fucking useless Pete.” Tgwdlm???? In MY npmd???? It’s more likely than you think

I’m very suspicious about how fast they seemed to put the plan together…

I know the plan wont work and Im so nervous I’m getting secondhand embarrassment so bad rn

“Skele-ens”

I need Max Jagerman actually

Awwww Max is a Theater Kid ❤️❤️❤️

AW FUCK HE DIED

HOLY FUCK HE DIED

GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH GRACE

I love how upbeat this song is

WHYD SHE CUT HIS NIPPLES OFF WTF

Omg Dan and Donna!

Slay Mayor Lauter

His reaction to being asked to the game is giving- “she asked me for the time” “no way” “way :D”

THE NIGHTHAWKS MASCOT 💀💀💀💀

FUCK CLIVESDALE

DAMN THEYRE IN THE SPLITS GOOD FOR THEM

I like that the football team has only 2 players

I love when actors walk through the audience, but ESPECIALLY here when hes stalking Richie bro looks so good

Listen I know he’s about to kill Richie but HES SO FINE HELP

Im literally so Gay bro

THE SMOKE CLUB!!!!!!

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME

When she says hes not hot anymore girl speak for yoursef

Please let Grace swear

Oh fuck they’re giving themselves away

Grace Chastity said “acab”

Cory needs more songs

MAN IN A HURRY RETURNS!!!!!

Damn who is this girl in a trenchcoat 😍😍😍

GERALD OH MY GOD

Random side note but what happened to Robert? I was just thinking about how I wish we could see Hidgens again but is Robert still a part of Starkid anymore? Is he on to Bigger and Better things? Does anyone know what those are? I’d love to continue to support him.

Edit: NVM NVM I TAKE IT BACK I DO NOT WANT TO SUPPORT ROBERT MANION NO NO NO SIR

The invisible bird. Literally high school theater

“Heahs the thang about ah bahbecue”

“Ah wawna remember who ah ayum”

Ruth is so real for not know when to do the lights bc the cue lines were wrong

Ugh Laurens voice is so good and I know ive said that about pretty much everyone but it’s true

I know shes about to die rn

The red lighting gave it away

THE WAY HE LOOKS INTO CAMERA AFTER HE KILLS HER I NEED HIM SO BAD

Why did Kim scream like that

Awww Grace has religious trauma now ❤️❤️❤️

THE COPS THEME

OH MY GOD PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!!!!!

He gave her his number❤️❤️❤️

Hot chocolate boy!!!!!!!! I knew Peter was the hot chocolate boy but still

This duet is EVERYTHING

Obsessed with the fact he called MARIAH ROSE FAITH a MEAN GIRL

“Axe wielding maniacs?”

The Waylons did not dig that shit very deep…

OH FUCK THEY HAVE TO SUMMIN THE LORDS IN BLACK

I KNEW THE WAYLONS BUILT LAKESIDE MALL

im so sorry Zombie Max is So Fine

WIGGLY

THEY HAVE HUMAN FORMS??????

“Let me check my Christmas list”

“What do you want steph?” MORE tgwdlm? In MY npmd?

I feel bad for not knowing all their names

Max says bitch a lot

Damn this show is long

Omg this is so sad im tearing up a lil

Max is so fucking funny

Damn Grace is seducing Max this is hilarious

Fuck Grace Chastity or kill some nerds? One of the many difficult decisions in life

He decides to fuck Grace Chastity

OH MY GOD THATS SO SMART

Thats some fuckin Macbeth level shit

Kims teacher character is so cute awwwww

Paul and Bill dance Chaperones??????

Oh nvm that’s Jason

I don’t think I ever mentioned it but the dancing is really good

It’s very clean and crisp

In the last 2 hours I very quickly developed a massive crush on Will Branner

OH FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

WHAT

[falle-ness]

FAVORITE FIRST WATCHES OF SEPTEMBER

picking up the cordial invite of anyone to do the game by @anyataylorjoys

I tag @thetudorslovers @streatfeild @randomprivateer @ainvege @zizzlekwum @katarinas-redemption @trishvaylar and anyone who wants to

I'm very chaotic when it comes to watching movies - I never know if I'm gonna end up rewatching a movie I've watched 20+ years ago (because I don't remember any of it), watching exclusively someone's filmography, or just pick a random movie.

It's been mostly Jackmantember XD

Paperback Hero (1999) – it's what I'd call a classic romcom. Just look at the premise:a local truck driver secretly pens successful romance novels using his best female friend's name who's a badass pilot. Things got complicated when a publisher gets into his small town in the middle of nowhere with an offer... It's perfect for an evening watch. Light, funny, hilarious, and comforting.

Reminiscence (2021) – a post apocalyptic sci-fi-ish neonoir with a twist. Reviews are mixed, but I'd recommend you watch it yourself. I liked it, and it hit just the right spot at that time, and honestly, made me cry. If you liked the Black Mirror episode about erasing/rewatching memories, you'll probably like this movie, too. Definitely not the kind of a movie to watch if you want to turn your brain off for the evening—there's too much stuff going on, but the pacing is really slow, almost dragging... But, again, I needed something like that.

Swordfish (2001) – wild 00s thriller I can't believe I've never watched before lol. Hot men, hot women (bisexual disaster alert), covert ops, tons of money, spies, hackers, shadow/puppet governments, conspiracies and whatnot... Gimme all, gimme moar. I don't care if some say Hugh Jackman wasn't believable here as a hacker. I actually like his version of a hacker more rather than a glassed-geeky stereotype that keeps popping up everywhere. And yeah, for those who care, it's 00s, so beware of 18+ and dubious consent and whatnot.

Prisoners (2013) – I know the director D. Villeneuve because of Sicario movies, and I can't believe I've never bothered to watch this. Villeneuve's movies are something between a chokehold and smothering. So I knew what I was getting into, but this was before Sicario, so I was curious to see where he started. This is not an easy watch. It starts off a beaten premise—there's two small girls missing, there's a cop who tries to do a right thing, and there's a father who thinks that trying is not good enough. From this point forward, the movie peels off the layers of the seemingly 'decent' neighborhood and its folks. It's a very unsettling movie, with a raw, gut-crushing performance from Hugh Jackman.

The Interpreter (2005) - yay, not a Jackman movie. This is a solid typical for 00s with its style and pace thriller about an interpreter for the UN who hears something she isn't supposed to (something on a very rare African dialect she knows) and becomes a target. Nicole Kidman as an interpreter and Sean Penn as the FBI agent tasked to protect her have quite interesting dynamic.

Australia (2008) - You either like Baz Luhrmann style or you hate it. I'm not his fan, but this epic saga about an Englishwoman who inherits a ranch in northern Australia was a revelation. Jackman here is a drover—the guy who droves cattle, horses, etc., to another location for a small commission. There are too many themes raised—racism, colonialism, the WWII, and the greed and betrayal. And how to stay human where everyone seems to have lost humanity. It's not easy to watch because the pacing is quite slow, and it's almost 3h, I think? But it'll leave its mark, trust me.

[adarafaelbarba]

I have a migraine and I’m dying, so could I get any boi taking care of reader with a migraine? 🥺❤️

A/N: I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve got a migraine 🥺 Hope it didn’t take too long to get rid of it my love ❤️ You can of course get something about boi taking care of you ❤️ And since it’s you I’ll throw a few of them into the mix ❤️🫂

Sonny: He’s had many headaches in his time as a cop, student and ADA. So he would know exactly what do do to help you. He’ll tell you to go lay down in bed, then goes to grab the essentials; medicine, juice, water and tea, the cold compress for your eyes that was always kept in the fridge.

Shortly after grabbing everything he’s back in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed to place it all on the bedside table. «You’re too good to me Dominick», you say tiredly, eyes closed from the light in the sealing.

«You know you could’ve left the lights off right?» «And risk tripping and hitting my head, no thanks my love.»

He chuckles softly, helping you get settled. «I’ll turn it off on the way out—»

As soon as you heard that you pouted, and he knew you wanted him to stay. But he couldn’t too much work going on at the moment. Which he told you, though he promised to come back as soon as possible to check in on you.

With a soft kiss to your forehead he left, and as promised, turned the lights off so you could finally rest.

~~~

Joe: He’s worried as soon as you don’t answer his call. He’d wanted to let you know he was on his way home, and to ask if you wanted takeout or for him to cook. But after the third time of going to voicemail he stormed to your place.

A sigh of relief left his lips when he saw you sleeping on the couch, only the light on the end table on in the living room.

As soon as he sat down though you opened your eyes, your vision trying to focus enough to see him. «Jose?»

«You had me worried sick amor, couldn’t get a hold of you.»

«I’m sorry…I took my migraine medicine and fell asleep—»

He cups your cheek, caressing the smooth skin with his thumb, «Let me go get a cold cloth for your forehead. You just lay here and rest amor, I’ll be back soon.»

Barely able to nod, you turned your head slightly, kissing the palm of his hand. «Thank you.»

~~~

Gallowglass:

«Darling—your heart rate is spiking—are you okay?»

You let out a pained groan not even a second after he asked. «How do you always know when I’m not well?» A soft chuckle left his lips, his hands coming to cup our cheeks. «I’m a vampire, darling, I can smell and hear everything. Now tell me what’s wrong.»

Raising your hand to your forehead, you pouted up at him, explaining that you were getting a migraine.

«You have medicine for that right?» 

A small nod, then a huff, «But they’re at my place, I’ll be fine though, I just need an ibuprofen or something.»

Gallowglass gave you a look.

«Eric, I’ve been through this for so many years, I’ll be fine.»

«Fine. I’ll have Marthe or Marcus bring it up here, you’re going straight to bed.»

«Yes sir.» You rolled your eyes, but on the inside you absolutely loved it.

~~~

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Teevee haterating:

BANDIDOS Season 2 (2025): The gang returns for more Indiana Jones-ish antics, this time in a race with another old enemy (Ximena Lamadrid) to find a legendary diamond that's part of a centuries-old cache of native treasure. The story this time focuses primarily on Lilí (Ester Expósito), but while Expósito is easily the best actor of the bunch, giving her more opportunity to emote sacrifices the deadpan nonchalance that made Lilí so much fun to watch in the first season, and the busy, contrived plot gives the other characters precious little to do. As before, the mood is light, but the plot is only incrementally less culturally insensitive than THE MUMMY (1999); the story's actual indigenous characters are treated very brusquely. CONTAINS LESBIANS? We finally see the woman for whom Inés the bisexual bent cop (Mabel Cadena) left her husband. VERDICT: Much too scattershot to satisfy if you actually try to pay attention to it.

LAID (2024): Stephanie Hsu squanders all accumulated goodwill with this incredibly awful Peacock comedy, adapted from an Australian series, about a romantically frustrated, singularly insufferable party planner named Ruby Yao (Hsu), whose former lovers start dropping dead in the order in which Ruby slept with them. Yet another entry in the lexicon of unfunny comedies about Millennials whose sole personality trait is boorish self-absorption, costarring Zosia Mamet of GIRLS as Ruby's equallly unbearable true-crime-obsessed roommate AJ. Scattershot and offensive, and the characters are so incredibly unsympathetic that there's no reason to stick around long enough to find out what's really going on. (Spoiler alert: It's not actually explained, and ends with a cliffhanger.) CONTAINS LESBIANS? Ruby has dated a couple of women, who are not immune to her death curse, nor is a gay guy she once hooked up with — because for shows like this, what's funnier than dead gay people? VERDICT: Dire. Has Peacock ever made anything good?

THE OLD MAN (2022–2024): Uncomfortable, racist FX espionage drama about a long-retired covert operative called Dan Chase (Jeff Bridges), who finds that U.S. intelligence is once again looking for him after 30 years off the radar, with his one-time handler Harper (John Lithgow) now forced to play both sides against the middle. Amy Brennerman plays a middle-aged divorcée who ends up as Dan's de facto hostage and putative partner, with Alia Shawkat as Harper's FBI protégé. Lithgow and Brennerman are excellent, but Bridges seems miscast — he was never a tough guy even in his 30s, and a gravelly voice alone does not an elderly badass make. It takes forever before the needle even twitches on the "Who cares?" meter, but once the Season 1 climax finally (sort of) reveals what's going on, it all falls apart: The second season immediately loses all narrative momentum for a double helping of awful Orientalist horseshit — not only does it refuse to treat any of its Afghan characters as real people, it becomes so racist that it stops making any sense at all. Shawkat embarrasses herself in what proves to be a truly dreadful part. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Obliquely? VERDICT: The first season's fleeting moments of promise are discarded early in Season 2, which quickly becomes unwatchable. I came away feeling that everyone involved should issue a public apology.

SKYMED (2022– ): Undemanding, very cheesy CBC medical drama about the heroic flight nurses and pilots of an air medevac service in northern Manitoba. A likable cast (Natasha Calis, Morgan Holmstrom, Aason Nadjiwan, Praneet Akilla, Mercedes Morris, Kheon Clarke, Thomas Elms, Rebecca Kwan, and especially Sydney Kuhne), the usual dose of contrivance and melodrama, and an eye-rolling lack of narrative subtlety — it might as well slather each major story or character beat in hi-vis orange. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not until Season 2, when it begins to make up for lost time. VERDICT: Check your brain at the door, but there are worse ways to spend 44 minutes.

VINCENZO (2021): Broad, sometimes violent, sometimes ridiculous K-drama satire of the endemic corruption of modern South Korean society, about Vincenzo Cassano, a slick Korean-Italian mob consiglieri with nerves of ice (the incongruously babyfaced Song Joong-ki) who returns to Korea in search of a cache of mob gold and ends up going to war with a ruthless corporate conglomerate called Babel, which is trying to acquire and demolish the building where the gold is hidden. Vincenzo soon becomes entangled with the building's eccentric tenants and their idealistic lawyer (Yoo Jae-myung), whose temperamental daughter Hong Cha-young (Jeon Yeo-been) is an attorney for the firm that represents Babel's pharmaceuticals business. An unsubtle but infectious mixture of ripped-from-the-headlines topicality, goofy comedy, and grandiose melodrama, its biggest flaws are that it tends to draw things out more than it needs to (especially given how eagerly it telegraphs its major story beats) and that the delightful supporting cast doesn't always get enough screen time. CONTAINS LESBIANS? No. VERDICT: Not always convincing, but consistently endearing, although the brutality of the finale doesn't sit quite right, even considering the villains' over-the-top barbarity.

[yanderecrazysie]

Bad End Night (Yandere Males) Chapter One

Summary: When your car breaks down, you find yourself staying overnight in a mysterious mansion. However, the inhabitants of the manor are clearly hiding dark secrets from you. There’s only so many ways this night can go. Can you find the happy end or are you heading for a bad end night?

This story is based on the song “Bad ∞ End ∞ Night” by Hitoshizuku-P and Yama△, while the characters are based on a cover of the song on 高生紳士 YouTube channel. You don’t have to know anything about the song to enjoy this, but I totally recommend it as a song in general.

This story will contain graphic violence, swearing, bisexual men, and your general yandere themes. If any of those is a deal breaker, please leave instead of hating.

I have finished the entire story (except for the endings) at this point in time, so no real worries about me failing to finish this.

This reader was fun to write. Also, I picked each character’s name for a reason.

Previous Part/Beginning: Prologue

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“Life is a highway! I wanna ride it all night long!” you belted out the lyrics along with the radio. You tapped the steering wheel to the beat, “If you're goin' my way, well, I wanna drive it all night long!”

The street lights flew by as you pressed the gas pedal a little harder. You held down the button that lowers the window and smiled as the cool wind hit your face, blowing your hair back in a wild fashion. The envelope on the passenger’s seat flew onto the floor, but you didn’t bother to pick it back up.

You pressed your foot down even harder. The street lights were getting farther apart as your car swapped the busy city road for a country one. The houses are farther apart, but bigger and more beautiful. You assume it’s a rich neighborhood, if the mansions and acres of land between each one are anything to go by.

You doubted there were cops in this area. Cops were stationed on busy roads, not country paths where cows and horses stood staring at your speeding car. You put the pedal to the metal, letting out a whoop as the wind became almost too much against your face. 

You felt free this way. No parent in the seat next to you, urging you to follow the “rules of the road”. Please, there aren’t even any speed markers. Who’s to say I’m not going the speed limit?

Then again, you doubted that any non-highway roads would let you go 80 miles per hour.

You almost didn’t want to arrive at college, because arriving meant rules again. Strict rules about keeping the dorm clean and in working condition and no candles and no noise after 9 and, and, and… 

You hated rules, but you followed them like the good little girl you were. A good little 22-year-old girl whose parents were so strict that you’d never tasted a drop of alcohol or left the house except to drive to necessary places.

And, since college was a “necessary place”, you were free to do what you want, taking back roads to make the ride even longer.

Suddenly, you lurched forward. You nearly hit your head on the steering wheel and a gasp left your mouth. You took your foot off the pedal, but your car continued to give little lurches until it came to a complete stop. 

Heart rate rising, you put your foot back down. The car sputtered, gave a tiny lurch forward, and died. 

“No, no, no…” you reached forward and turned the keys. No response. “Oh God…”

You climbed out of your car into the darkness. You felt little drops of water hitting your skin and turned your face up to the night sky. Great, it’s raining. Just my luck.

You opened up the hood and stared down at the engine. You stood there for a few moments before burying your face in your hands. You had no idea what to do or what was even wrong with the car. It was a hand-me-down from your aunt, so it wasn’t exactly brand new, but this was the first time it had broken down like this.

The drops of water were falling faster and hitting your head more insistently. You looked up again and got a drop of water in your eye. “Shit!”

You kicked the front tire of your car and pulled out your phone. If there was one good thing about your paranoid mother, it was that she had put the name of every mechanic in the state. You scrolled down to the most familiar one and tapped on it. 

No service.

“Fuck,” you muttered. You were far too away from any 24-hour mechanics or stores in general to walk. Not to mention, it was dark and now raining heavily, the water soaking through your shirt and wetting your hair.

You turned around reluctantly to the nearest house. You had broken down right in front of a driveway- the long stone pathway weaving its way to the wooden front door. 

“I don’t really have any other choice,” you murmured, locking your car door and, while trying to cover your head with your hands to escape the pouring rain, jogged up the driveway. The manor got larger and larger with each step closer. When you reached the entrance, you couldn’t help but admire just how big the building was, with its stained glass windows and flawless white paint. 

The door, however, was an eyesore. Parts of it were rotting away and splintered wood poked out here and there. Avoiding the sharp wooden splinters, you knocked on the door. 

Little did you know, you were setting in motion a nightmare that’s ending was all up to you.

[samcarepeter]

  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.

name: Samantha Christina Carpenter

nickname(s): Sam (basically everyone in existence) , Sammy (Tara’s privilege and sometimes Billy’s when she was little)

age: 24-30s (verse dependent, possibly younger in some whatsoever)

birthdate: May 19 , 1997 (hell yeah TAURUS baby)

species: Human who has slight aversion to multiple other humans.

gender: Cisgender female

preferred pronoun(s): she/her

sexual orientation: Bisexual Final Girl Icon

parents: Christina Carpenter , Billy Loomis

siblings: Tara Carpenter

significant other(s): Ex-boyfriend she has stabbed 22 times to death , Danny Brackett

eye color(s): Jet black

hair color(s): Early light brown , dyed black later on Edgy embraced her last bit of brightness.

body build: Athletic.

height: 5’7 Enough to beat a 5’10 police cop man’s ass.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 creep godness @miercolaes

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 @loomiskiller @percentstardust (chad), @loomissister @firststab @everyoneismytoy @geekandgamergirls @prettycutepsycho @depictedblue @shiitbird @5thkillers @mctives @nghtmarish @blccdshed @scftheartiisms plus, literally whoever else wants to do it!

[bludthirst]

𝖣𝖤𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖥𝖨𝖤𝖣:         #𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗   𝗢𝗗𝗗𝗦   𝗧𝗢   𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧   𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡   𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘   𝗢𝗡   𝗔𝗟𝗟   𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦.

𝟬𝟬𝟭.      𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌.

name:      jasper   ellis   mitchells.         nicknames:      jas,   to   close   friends      +      family.         age:      twenty5.         date   of   birth:      september   nineteenth,   1998.         place   of   birth:      glen   ellen,   california,   usa.         nationality:      american.         gender      +      pronouns:      cis   man,   he/him.         orientation:      bisexual,   biromantic.         zodiac:      virgo.  

𝟬𝟬𝟮. 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗅.

mother:      barely   acknowledged,   no   affection   held.         father:      sperm   donor   at   best.   absent,   negligent,   unimportant.         siblings:      felicity   mitchells,   older   sister.   tommy,   elizabeth,   persephone,   theodore,   hazel,   gabriel,   isaac,      +      harper   mitchells,   younger   siblings.         children:      none.         marital   status:      single,   allegedly.         extended   family:      aunts      +      uncles   on   both   sides,   none   of   whom   he   has   any   contact   with.         pets:      none.

𝟬𝟬𝟯. 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

hair:      naturally   dark   brown,   slightly   lighter   highlights.   grown   out,   sits   just   below   jaw   length.   normally   left   loose,   or   tied   into   a   shitty   little   ponytail   /   bun   with   bits   falling   out   all   over   the   place.         eyes:      chocolate   brown,   slight   golden   tinge   when   he   looks   into   the   light.   wide,   framed   by   thick   lashes.         height:      six   foot.         build:      ectomorph         —         lanky,   lean.   moderately   athletic,   courtesy   of   several   rounds   of   running   from   the   cops.         scent:      dove   soap      +      cigarette   smoke,   viktor      +      rolf   spicebomb      (      stolen   from   a   one   night   stand’s   bathroom      ).   black   coffee.   unexpected,   soft   note   of   fabric   softener.         dominant   hand:      right.         allergies:      none.         distinguishing   features:      big   ol’   brown   eyes,   a   shit   -   eating   grin.   dimples   in   both   cheeks,      +      his   back.   a   beauty   mark   just   above   the   left   side   of   his   upper   lip,      +      a   constellation   of   freckles   along   his   collarbone   that,   when   traced,   resemble   the   big   dipper.         tattoos:      a   collection   of   patchwork   tattoos,   including:   dice   on   the   inside   of   his   right   wrist,   a   snake   around   his   left   bicep   that   trails   to   his   elbow.   three   of   swords   on   his   chest.   american   trad   gibson   girl   on   his   left   bicep.   longsword   along   his   spine.   lady   justice   on   the   back   of   his   right   shin.   spiderweb   on   his   left   knee.   twin   snakes   on   each   hip.         piercings:      right   ear,   lobe   pierced.   wears   a   sleeper   in   it.         scars:      nothing   of   any   particular   note.         clothing   style:      thrifted,   if   not   outright   stolen.   primarily   dark   colours      +      soft,   worn   materials         —         favours   crew      +      v   -   neck   shirts,   jeans,   dickies.   most   sweaters   have   patches,   or   holes   near   the   collar.   mightily   uncomfortable   in   formalwear.   almost   always   has   a   hairtie   around   his   wrist.   very   much   lip   gallagher   -   esque.            

𝟬𝟬𝟰. 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾.

occupation:      cinema   attendant      @      the   drive   -   in   theatre.         education:      graduated   high   school,   never   pursued   any   formal   education   after   that.         religion:      atheist.         socioeconomic   standing:      low.         habits:      cracking   his   knuckles      +      neck.   running   his   tongue   over   his   teeth.   rolling   his   eyes.   flinching   at   the   sound   of   sirens      —      unintentional,   but   a   habit   nonetheless.   running   his   goddamned   mouth.         ambitions:      none   of   any   particular   note.

𝟬𝟬𝟱. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

mbti:      intp.         enneagram:      5w4,   the   iconoclast.         element:      earth.            temperament:      choleric.         character   inspirations:      lip   gallagher,   shameless.   tony   stonem,   skins.   nathan   young,   misfits.   jess   mariano,   gilmore   girls.         deadly   sin:      lust.         heavenly   virtue:      diligence.      anthems:      eighteen,   by   anarbour.   seventeen   going   under,   by   sam   fender.   inbred,   by   ethel   cain.   outrunning   karma,   by alec   benjamin.   grand   romantic   life,   by mom   rock. crush, by ethel cain.

𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

tba.

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

Series Review: Marry Me Juliet series by Jodi McAlister

#1 Here for the Right Reasons - 4/5 #2 Can I Steal You for a Second? - 5/5

something that not many people know about me is that I kind of love the Bachelor franchise. it's always such a disaster and they never stay together but the drama is so easy to lose yourself in and clock out on for an hour or two. so when I was made aware that one of my favourite Australian authors had started writing a series about a fake Bachelor series called Marry Me Juliet, I was immediately hooked.

Here for the Right Reasons introduces us to the Bachelor - I mean the Romeo, Dylan JM, and the first girl kicked off the show, Cece. but just as Cece is refused a chance at love, COVID lockdowns are announced, forcing the booted contestants to remain on the show's premises. and so begins an accidental romance that will make the show's production team very, very upset.

then, in Can I Steal You For A Second?, we switch perspectives to follow Mandie, another contestant on the show who is determined to keep her bisexuality a secret to avoid copping the same online hate as previous queer people on the show. but when she strikes up a friendship with fellow contestant Dylan G, she quickly finds herself in a tough spot.

these were delightful books. they're light and fun and a little bit sexy and they do a really good job of exploring the issues these reality dating shows often have, especially in regards to the marginalised people they have as contestants. (which are things McAlister has actually written on in her professional capacity as a media lecturer at a university here).

the characters are the strongest point, which is how it should be in a romance novel. Cece is fierce and determined and I enjoyed seeing how her experiences as a foster child affected her as an adult. Dylan JM, the Romeo, is a sweet soul who has a passion for mental health awareness. Mandie is a lovely, gentle character whose passions make it clear she's more than just a pretty face. and Dylan G is a complex woman whose motivations are fascinating. heck, I even liked Lily Fireball in the end!

I will admit: the second book is a little tiring to read when scenes that we saw in book 1 are retold from a new perspective, but that was probably because I read the books back-to-back. I don't think that's going to be a problem when book 3 comes out next year.

a fun little series perfect for fans of Olivia Dade or Alexandria Bellefleur!

[problematicraccoon]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ about my characters pt. 1

this is going to be an ongoing series of just little character bios of my original characters for my wip, "The Witches of Opalworth". i'm not going to share too many details of the plot (for plagiarism reasons) but i'd love to tell you guys about my little characters !!

first up! introducing.. Sydney Lynn Webb-Shaw, my protagonist.

Sydney (or Syd) is 19, born on December 27th, making her a Capricorn. her pronouns are she/her. she was born in Missouri to her mother, Isla Webb-Shaw, and father, Colin Shaw-Webb. she's bisexual with a gigantic female lean (aren't we all). she's also on the autism spectrum, along with her mother, little sister and aunt.

she's 5'10. pretty lanky and skinny. literally the worst posture you've ever seen in your life. pale skin (mf has never seen the sun before and it SHOWS). hair cut boyishly short and dyed a retina-burning green (which earned her the nickname "lettuce head" from her family). a strong, hooked nose. dark brown, nearly black eyes that don't seem to reflect light, only absorb it. possibly millions of little freckles that cover her face, neck, shoulders and arms. sharp canines that make her look almost vampirish. a charming, crooked smile. usually seen in knee-length jorts, scuffed up sneakers, big tshirts or sweaters/sweater vests, funky earrings and a shit ton of clay rings made by her eccentric aunt Joesephine. basically the Adam Sandler look but gayer.

personality-wise, Sydney is an ambivert. she's got a razor sharp wit and is insanely sarcastic. she tends to be intense and obsessive, maybe to an off-putting extent to those that don't know, love and understand her. she's always been deeply passionate about being an activist and speaking up for others and herself. already, she's been to many rallies and protests for witches rights along with her grandmother, Lorelei. her mother claims she got her strong sense of justice from Lorelei, and no one else in their little clan refutes that. she loves her entire family very very dearly, though she's always been a little more connected to her grandma, as Syd seems to have been a copy/pasted version of Lor. both women are intensely passionate, fiercely protective of those they love, loud and unafraid to make some serious noise about the things they feel need to be changed, and have pretty much the exact same sense of humor. as her grandmother (who's well over 100 years old) was a suffragette back in the early 20th century, Sydney grew up listening to her tell stories of her adventures and the battles she'd fought in her lifetime. all of the change that Lorelei helped create inspired her to make a difference too; to help those that need it, and rage against the broken system that binds them.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ some songs i think Sydney would like...

Paul Blart Mall Cop - Girlhouse

Angry Too - Lola Blanc

Stuck - Daywave

18+ - Scene Queen

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance (cause i KNOW this girl had a pretentious emo phase at least once in her lifetime)

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

Dancing with Myself - Billy Idol

Anxiety - Lilyisthatyou

that's all i can tell you about her right now, as i myself am only just beginning to get to know her. she, like the rest of the cast and the manuscript itself are still in their pre-alpha-hello-neighbor phases (the girls that get it, get it and the girls that don't, don't) so as the story and characters grow and change i'll update the characters profiles !!

thank you for reading <3 stay safe, and my dms are always open!

you can also reach me on...

Discord: gayanarchist222

AO3: soobzgyu

Pinterest: problematicraccoon

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

a blackened shroud (a hand me down gown)

by fivecenturiesverse

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Tammy Thompson, Steve Harrington & Lucas Sinclair, Jason Carver & Steve Harrington Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jason Carver, Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Patrick (Stranger Things), Andy (Stranger Things), Tommy Hagan, The Party (Stranger Things), Tammy Thompson Additional Tags: Angst, suicide ideation, Sort Of, Body Horror, Kinda, Smut, Not Between Main Pairing, and brief, more gross like spooky horror, not sexy, tammy thompson is my favourite random character, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Depression, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington-centric, Horror, Podfic Available Words: 13,201 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

In 1983, Nancy tells Steve to run. He does. In 1986, he follows Jason Carver, but when he finds Eddie in the boathouse and he tells him of something impossible, Steve believes him. Steve squints at him. He’s a drunk who forgets the name of the girl of the day. “What’re you going to do? Hand him in to the cops?” Jason narrows his eyes. “I’m going to make him pay. He’s killed another. On the news, did you see? I need to stop him before —” “— Jason,” he cuts him off, “man, this is…” He cuts forwards across the kitchen floor, the overhead bulbs playing light, dark, light over his fanatic golden features. Bitterly, Steve thinks he’s beautiful, rotten and beautiful and Steve’s perfect mirror if maybe he were braver. He would have revenge against his mother; against the monster; against his father. Revenge against the line where parent and monster blurs, where wombs and umbilical cords knot into this unnameable terror. If only Steve were braver. “Harrington,” says Jason, “it’s Chrissy.” And he says it like Steve might once have said Nancy and it stings like something old and foreign and he chases that escape from the numbness, something that isn’t numb but sharp and painful. “It’s Chrissy.”