#i miss my perverted step dad

[littlemoondarling]

Why do I only get abandoned when everything else in my life goes to shit?

[celeryb1tch]

innocent!reader x experienced!pervert!abby is rotting my brain tonight!!!

18+!! this is lesbian smut!

you sit at a table in the mess hall, abby’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and her friends all enjoying their dinner. casual conversation is thrown around the table, until manny’s new fling is brought up.

“-and i mean, SOAKED the sheets. i couldn’t believe my eyes,” he recounts proudly.

everyone is laughing along or rolling their eyes, but abby notices your hesitance. she leans down toward you with a concerned look. “something wrong?”

you shake your head lightly, looking up at her. “jus’ don’t get it,” you reply.

abby feels her stomach twist. she had known there wasn’t great sex ed on the WLF base, but she and her friends had grown up around doctors like her dad and she realizes she hadn’t know the full extent of just how ignorant you were. and admittedly, it made her excited.

“she squirted when she came,” she tries to explain gently. but you still look utterly confused, even as she goes on.

“…come? and she didn’t pee?” you seem so utterly lost. abby wonders if it makes her a bad person to expose you to these ideas, but you’re both already adults. still, that knot is twisting inside her deriving a sick pleasure from all of this. you had always looked up to abby, and she wondered how wrong it would be to corrupt that relationship with talk of sex- or even a demonstration?

that night, you’re laying in bed thinking about what abby said earlier. with all the training and violence you’d grown up around, you hardly had time to pay attention to the ache between your legs, or how it would usually occur when abby was around. but as you recount that conversation in your mind, it appears once more. you think of her arm wrapping around you, pressing you into her hard front. how she was still warm and sweaty from the gym, and how her flyaways stuck to the sides of her forehead because of that. something inside of you is saying you should be embarrassed, and you don’t know exactly why- but a louder, much louder, part is telling you to confide in your best friend. she would never judge you, right?

you shuffle down a few hallways in your fluffy socks until you reach one of the bigger accommodations: abby’s room. and with a bit of hesitance in your knock, you step back as the door opens immediately.

abby is clearly groggy, and must have also been getting ready for bed. she’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts and the usual black sports bra she has on during patrols and workouts. her hair is tied in her signature braid, with more wispy pieces that have come out throughout the day. “hey, you. everything okay?”

you nod and push past abby inside as was usual. she joins you on her bed, your bare thighs touching as you both sit. her eyes are on you and you can feel it again- that heat. you pull away slightly, squeezing your legs together as it’s the only thing you know eases the feeling.

abby pretends not to notice, just like she does any other time you blatantly stare at her muscles or blush when she touches your waist. she doesn’t want to scare you off, especially when she thinks she can tell what you’re going to ask about.

“you remember earlier at dinner?” you say, biting your lip slightly as unease turns in your tummy. and abby just nods, still looking right at you. “how manny said he made a girl, uh…”

“squirt?” abby offers. she says it so nonchalantly, like it’s nothing. like she’s never in a million years thought about fucking you until you do. like she wasn’t hoping this would happen every second after dinner.

“yeah, well, i realized there’s probably a lot of sex stuff i don’t know, and since you… y’know…”

poor baby, she thinks. how will she ever work up the courage. and abby thinks of all the times she’s teased you about all the women she’s fucked. called you jealous that you had to split quality time with her one night stands. seen you pout about her missing games night because someone asked her on a date in front of you. surely you were going to ask for her expertise- for her to help you out, to show you?

“since your dad was a doctor.”

oh. that was it? you wanted a little anatomy lesson. then what was all the embarrassment for? were you that ashamed of asking for a little bit of guidance?

abby gives you a soft smile and an assurance that she can help. and your body floods with relief. this is normal. you can tell her what you’re feeling and she won’t act weird. she can help you.

you stand up and strip off your pyjama bottoms and big shirt you had likely stolen from abby so long ago you don’t remember whose it was in the first place. and she just watches, small smile still on her face as she looks you over.

“okay, so right here? boobs, obviously.” she points to your chest, and you roll your eyes.

“i know that, stupid. show me the more advanced stuff.”

“you’ll have to take your underwear off then.” so you do.

abby instinctively reaches for it, stroking her fingers between your puffy, wet lips. her eyes are shining with admiration and her cheeks are hot.

you pull away slightly at the bolt of pleasure that spikes through you at her touch. “is it… supposed to look like this? i think there’s something wrong.”

she shakes her head fervently, eyes never leaving your pussy. “you’re just wet, that’s all. did something turn you on?” and at your confusion at the term- “get you excited? when girls see something attractive, they get wet.”

oh no. you can feel dread flooding your senses as you try to scramble for an explanation. that it just happens sometimes. that’s normal, right?

after a pause, and a look at your face, abby knows exactly what happened. “oh. you got wet from me, huh?”

you want to run away and disappear. you swallow a sob, but strangely, you feel that pulsing sensation again. all of this attention from abby isn’t working in your favour.

but she isn’t grimacing in disgust, or even asking you to leave. in fact, abby has a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches you cower in front of her.

“you’re not… mad?” you ask sheepishly.

abby reaches out to you, pulling you onto her lap. “no, baby, of course not. it’s cute.”

relief washes over you, but before you can really relax you feel abby’s hand once again on your folds.

“so wet for me, baby. how long has this been happening?”

a finger skims against a particularly sensitive spot, and you choke on your words, succumbing to the blissful feeling. “s-so long, abs. like forever.”

“poor girl. so pent up, so needy. and too embarrassed to tell me.”

“yeah…” you whine. you’re clinging to abby like a lifeline, overwhelmed by the building tension. it’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. so intense, so all-consuming.

abby’s fingers are expertly caressing your pussy, steadily adding more pressure so as not to overstimulate you. “this is the clit,” she murmurs, and you feel that electric spark again as she glides over one specific spot at the top.

“it’s too much,” you cry out, wriggling under her grasp.

“that means you’re cumming soon,” she explains with a chuckle. “feels so good, trust me. just ride it out.”

and you trust abby with every ounce of your being, so you try to relax your muscles as much as possible while you feel that climbing feeling come to a boil. and she was so right. you’re huffing tiny sobs into her chest as you come down, her strokes easing as you’re finally able to catch your breath again.

abby cradles you into her, clean hand running through your hair. you can feel the puddle between your thighs dripping down her own and onto the sheets, and you’re so exhausted.

“that was so hot, baby. did such a good job for me.”

“abs, that was… wow.”

she’s smiling down at you, admiring your sweat- wicked face. “bet you wish you’d asked me sooner, huh?”

[dubina-dawkins]

WINCHESTER'S PICKUP, INJURIES AND CLUMSY KISSES

~1k words

>you get hurt while hunting with your uncle, John Winchester and his son. Dean can't help but help.

pairing:teen! dean winchester x teen! reader

warnings/notes: basically a really tooth rotting fluff, first love and first kiss trope, vague descriptions of reader's past (like death of their family), few but subtle descriptions of injuries, john winchester mentioned (and i mean he's a real trigger so that's important), gn reader, no usage of y/n

REPOSTS WILL BE APPRECIATED

Minnesota. A werewolf hunt. Ordinary case-- boring, in a way. Just had to catch the bastard and shoot it through the heart with silver.

It seemed normal even to you, even though you weren't even an adult yet. Had to grow up early, huh? God, you hated that phrase. It sounded like you were feeling sorry for yourself. And self-pity is weak, very weak! At least that's what your uncle, the hunter who raised you since your family died in a vampire attack taught you.

And besides, you and your uncle weren't alone on this case, but with "family friends" - the Winchesters. Were they considered family friends if every time John needed help hunting and Dean was busy, your youngest son, Sam, was left at your and your uncle's house? Hell if I know! But at least you got a good memory of that family. And the older son's face, his cocky grin, his brilliant green eyes, his perfect nose and distinct freckles...it was all getting to your throat.

But damn it, it had to be some old, abandoned house. Protruding nails, scattered things, wood that left splinters in fingers - it would be dangerous here, even in daylight, without the risk of having your heart eaten...and when there was that risk, every step was tense.

Especially when the "hunted object" - you tried not to think of them as people, or else it became too hard to hunt - had run right into your path. The rumble of falling things, the pop of missed shots. This werewolf was physically strong and dexterous, so it was hard.

Like when he threw you into the wall and some protruding, crooked, rusty nail pierced your shoulder. It's okay, we've been through worse injuries, you'd think. Until Dean ran up to you, completely ignoring his father's scolding.

"Hey, are you okay? Ooh..." He seemed to swear, but it was quiet, a whisper he didn't want his father to hear. Dean sharply threw your arm, whose shoulder wasn't injured, over his neck and lifted you up, not listening to any of your complaints about not needing help.

"Dad's gonna kill you- sshhiit..." You hissed as he pressed his shirt, previously hanging over his black T-shirt, against your shoulder, treating the wound. The fabric was soaked with whiskey.

Hearing your sounds of pain, Dean lifts his emerald eyes from your wound to your face. His gaze is piteous, concerned, and his thick lashes glisten in the moonlight.

He was too handsome. Objectively, of course.

"Like the first time I'm going to get a punch from him... All right?" He squeezes your healthy shoulder in the palm of his hand, then puts his hand on the collar of your t-shirt, and...stops. "I... Can you slip your arm out of your sleeve?"

All his arrogance evaporated, there wasn't a particle of it in the air. And it was cute.

"You want me to take my clothes off? Pervert," you laugh, but your face immediately frowns as you raise your arm. Dean doesn't waste a second and starts helping you.

And God, the touch of his somehow warm fingers - there was a cool breeze outside, by the way - send shivers down your spine, making you dizzy. But you don't think about it. At least you're trying.

A low whimper escaped your lips as he tightened a piece of cloth, torn from your shirt and soaked in alcohol, on your wound. Maybe it wasn't unusual, but it still hurt.

"You're gonna stay here, you hear me? There's no way in hell you're going to go fight that big guy again right now. I won't let you," Dean said, glancing outside his dad's pickup window. His dad and your uncle were still in the house with a werewolf, apparently. You two could have been alone...for a little while. But of course that didn't excite you at all. You and Dean were just friends, right? Hunting bros. Nothing more.

And the fact that your gaze fell to his lips, then to his cheeks, covered with freckles, sharp cheekbones, ash-black long lashes, brilliant green eyes.... It meant nothing. At all.

"Whatever you say, sir," you quipped, rubbing the wound under the piece of cloth with your hand. Dean just gently pulled your hand away, "Don't make it worse for yourself, buddy." And oh, his tone is so gravelly. You're absolutely done.

But he won't let go of your hand. And you don't want to pull away.

His green eyes came up to your face, and he suddenly just froze, as if he couldn't look away. Dean stared at you as if you were the most brilliant and expensive gem, as if you were a living angel he hadn't believed in for a long time.... Like something unearthly. It would be foolish not to admit that you looked at him the same way.

Dean squeezed your hand lightly, and slowly - yes, very unusual for Dean Winchester to do something slowly - moved closer, but in a friendly way for now. In the same second, however, he remembered who he was, and his hand went up to your neck - still tentatively, of course... "Listen, buddy-..."

"Dean, please..."

And that did it. Dean's one word was enough for him to press his lips lightly against yours. He wasn't pushy, he wasn't rough, he didn't even let himself try to deepen the kiss. His lips only phantomly touched yours, guiding you, somehow even mentoring you, gently (still unusual for Dean Winchester himself!). His lips were matte, a little dry, but damn it, you liked it better than the sweetest meals of your life.

He pulls back, takes a deep breath and leans into you again. You're so cooked.

Dean can't help but marvel at your ineptitude at kissing- God, he could have sworn it made it the best kiss of his life. His lips move hotter, feistier, more needy, but still tentative, dipping down a little to leave a few quick nibbles on your chin and on your jaw--

Until you start hearing John and your uncle's voices outside. Oh, God, not now!

"Sorry, baby, sorry-" the nickname slides off his tongue so tenderly, lovingly, as he quickly pulls moves away from you.

Because after today, the chance of Winchester allowing you to see Dean earlier than after few months was close to zero.

a/n: i needed to think about little dean that haven't experienced hell already (on s4 currently yaaay). young jensen on header only because i can't think of teen dean looking as original cast actor for this role. and because i love young jensen. like really much. think im starting to get a lil' bit too much obsessed with dean

[lipglossanon]

22 December

Moaner!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pervert Leon, stalker Leon, obscene phone calls, name calling, degradation, masturbation

Black Christmas (1974) homage 💜

not proofread

You wave the cigarette smoke away from your face. Brittany giggles and blows another puff your way, sending your irritation spiking as you stand up from the sofa. 

“You’re such a child,” you sneer at her. “I hope you get cancer.”

“Hey!” She frowns at you, bubbly laughter dropping off. “What a shitty thing to say to someone.”

“But you’re not someone,” you smile sweetly. “You’re just a dumb bitch.”

Before Brittany can move from the couch, the den mother steps in with a haggard face. She’s nearing her 50’s and her days of putting up with hormonal young women are drawing to a close. 

“Now you two, be nice,” she chides, tired eyes moving between you both. “Brittany go pack. Your dad called a few minutes ago saying he’s on his way to pick you up for the airport.”

She stands from the sofa, running a hand through her box blonde hair. “Thank you, Miss Margaret. It’ll be nice to spend the holidays with family, something not all of us have.”

She grins, a nasty showing of her bleached teeth, “Have a lovely holiday, sister.”

“Hope your plane explodes on take off,” you shoot back, listening as Miss Margaret sighs in defeat—both of you watching Brittany disappear around the corner. 

“I wish you girls wouldn’t fight like that. It’s so unbecoming,” she pats her pockets, pulling out a peppermint candy, wrapper crinkling when she opens it.

“Well, if she wouldn’t have screwed me over with that Professor, then I wouldn’t have any issues with her.”

Patting your arm, the den mother makes her way back out of the room. “I know, dear. But thankfully, you’ll have a break from her over the holidays.”

Standing next to the tree in the empty living room, you pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself not to get a headache. The shrill ring of the landline cuts into your thoughts like a dull knife. Blowing out a breath, you walk into the foyer and pick up the corded receiver. 

“Hello, Alpha Beta Theta house.”

Loud breathing comes over the line, like they’ve just finished running a marathon. 

“Hello?”

A shuddering groan fills your ear along with a wet squelching noise, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Is—is anyone there?” You clear your throat. 

“Unh, unh,” a masculine voice finally makes a more pronounced noise. “Mmm.”

“You know prank calls can get you in a lot of trouble,” you twist the cord in your fingers, nerves beginning to get the best of you.

A raspy laugh before he speaks. “Bet you have a tight piggy cunt. Little miss uptight bitch.”

Fear and anger burn hot in your chest. “Did Brittany put you up to this? Well, fuck her and fuck you too, you fucking loser.”

You slam the phone down onto the cradle. Clenching your fists at your sides, you want to scream. You want to kick and slap and hit and gouge and—

The shrill ring of the phone has you baring your teeth at it like a feral dog. Snatching it up on the second trill, you bring the receiver up to your face.

“Alpha Beta Theta.”

The words are pulled from your mouth like rotten teeth. 

“Don’t hang up on me again, you cunting whore.” The man hisses at you. “I’ll rape all of your holes and then make more to stuff my cock into.”

Sweat beads on the back of your neck along with your palms and under your armpits. 

“W-who are you?”

He laughs again. “No one. Now stay on the line.”

The wet sound from earlier picks up, only this time it’s louder. He grunts and you suddenly realize what he’s doing. 

Schlick, schlick, schlick. 

It’s insane and disgusting—

and yet—

You clench your thighs, clit achy while you listen to this pervert jerk off. He curses under his breath and it makes your nipples stiffen. Gripping the phone in your hand so tightly the plastic creaks, you breathe in shakily. He must hear it cause his noises pick up speed, the wet slide of what has to be his fist around his cock grows louder still. 

“Wanna stick my face in your fat piggy cunt, lick those pretty piggy lips and suck on your juicy piggy clit.”

Instead of disgust, arousal pools hot and heavy in your core, panties sticking to your wet pussy. He groans brokenly, words bitten off as you listen to him cum on the other side of the call. Your hand begins to cramp from the grip you have on the receiver, making you swap over to the other ear.

Breathing heavily for a few moments, he sighs out a hum. 

“Merry Christmas, cunt.”

Those are his last words as the dial tone blares to life. You sit the phone down and shakily walk back into the living room. Pussy empty and aching, you sink down on the couch cushions. 

“Who was that, dearie?” 

Miss Margaret stands on the other side of the room in the doorway leading to the kitchen. 

“Uh, no one,” you repeat the pervert's answer. “Just a wrong number.” 

“Oh, okay.”

She heads back into the kitchen, leaving you alone with your messy thighs and turbulent thoughts.

[tonixe]

ਏਓ ` caged

``a/n: I'm back, guys I won't ever leave trust. But update I'm still obsessed with Coriolanus Snow, he is so hot, and sexy and I wanted him to degrade me. Tom Blyth is still my celebrity crush and I just wanted to write smut.

warning: p in the v, penetration, coquette style, lolita, objectification, exhibitionism, mirror sex, choking non-con to dub-con, and creampie. *** may be classified as dark content. (proofread??)

pairing: pervert!coriolanus x nymphet!reader

word counter: 3.1k

You were Sejanus's adoptive sister, you used to live in the district, specifically around District 6. His mother found you around the street, in an alleyway. You remembered cold, hungry, and almost dying from a cold you caught. You were unable to buy food or clothes with the low funds you had, resulting in stealing from people and food stalls.

Their family was your saving grace, being an orphan was hard being kicked out from an orphanage due to the high population rate there, no food, water, or clothes, no reason. Mostly Mr. Plinth who was a kind man indeed. He began to be your father, though he wasn't biological, he cared for you as your own, and you were happy for him to be your dad. From living on the streets to a place in the capitol. You would have never thought of ever seeing the clean capitol floors or walls, or even seeing the wonderful food on the table with the elegant style and decorum.

It took you some time for you get with and normalize yourself with the Plinth family. You couldn't use the word mom or dad, even father or mother because you didn't feel like you fit in always using Mr or Mrs with them.

You had to practice it yourself, hopefully make them your own traits of carrying yourself with elegance and suave. Mr Plinth hired a teacher to help you practice it, which you were grateful for. Even landing a spot in the capitol's academy, attending it with your older brother, Sejanus. Everything felt surreal to you, feeling yourself still in a dream looking in the mirror as you wore the blood-colored uniform, clipping a pink-colored butterfly hairpin in your hair to finish your pristine ponytail, fitting the appearance of a spotless uniform.

Though you were from the district, you managed to hide yourself from your origin, even with the relationship that people knew that you had with Sejanus. Everyone seemed to be more favorable towards you than him, flocking your desk before the professor came and class started. Talking to you, children from the rich, and the wealthy wanting to be your confidante. Your popularity rose from the ranks, and you were able to have a flourishing status in the academy. A person with good grades, elegance, and filled with poise.

The bell rang, and you took your books holding them close to your chest, walking out of the classroom. Hearing some footsteps coming closer to your walking form, your eyes flickering to Arachne. "So, are you excited for reaping day, it's in almost a month," She said, as you listened to her in response, nodding your head. Your heart starts beating faster as you hear of reaping day. Everything about reaping day triggered things in you, especially back living in the district. You heard of it, people going missing and plucked from their homes to be fighting in an arena for entertainment. You gulped, nodding to her words. "Yeah, it going to be a ball there, I wonder whats going what new things are going to happen, especially with Dr. Gaul" You replied, "Well, she knows how to entertain and put on a show," Aranche said, you guys simultaneously went into the dinning hall.

As you guys got some lunch being served, before you stopped in your steps, "What happened?" Arachne asked, as she stopped with you, "I'm going to sit with my brother" You stated, gesturing to him sitting alone, before she grabbed your biceps, "You're going to sit with him, Sejanus?" Arachne asked incredulously, "—Are you serious?" Aranche questioned, "Yes? Is there a problem?" You asked, cocking your eyebrows to the side, feeling Arachne's hands leaving your bicep before she walked away from you. As you walked to the table where Sejanus was sitting, another person was sitting next to him.

He was familiar to you, with curly blonde hair. He hung out with your brother often, his name was Coriolanus Snow—right? You continued to walk to the table, Sejanus's eyes flickered toward you, "Y/N, come join us!" He said that got the attention of the blonde man sitting next to him, you nodded, placed your tray on the table, and sat down on the chair that was across from Coriolanus.

"Oh, Y/N this is Coriolanus" Sejanus said, gesturing to Coriolanus, "Yes, how can I not, he's infamous at the academy" You smiled at the man who was staring at you, and he gave you a small smile before he went back to Sejanus, "So, is this your sister?" Coriolanus asked, "Yes, she little younger than us. I think a Junior, right Y/N?" Coriolanus just nodded at the statement.

Coriolanus was in awe of your appearance, he had known Sejanus for some time but never knew he had a sister as well. Your h/c and your eyes contrast with your smooth skin, enchanting your beauty, and your cute nose. He wonders what you would look like underneath the red uniforms, and how much your curves would show, trying to brush off the dirty, vulgar thoughts of his 'friend' little sister.

There were some talks about you especially among his male peers, mostly the vulgar gossip about how you would look bare, especially when your name was mentioned to Festus. He would always talk suggestively about you, though he didn't like Sejanus at all, he did like his sister. He was a hypocrite in his own words...he didn't like how men were looking at you and talking to you, suggestively, he actually hated it with a weird sense of rage every time your name was mentioned from someone's lips.

He attentively stared at you as you talked to Sejanus, your delicate fingers taking the ladle and dipping into the soup and putting it towards your dainty lips, drinking it. He watched as the soup went down your delicate throat, and gently put it back down. Everything you did was gentle and purified, you were an uncorrupted version of what came out of the capitol, that he wanted to protect.

"Coriolanus?" his eyes darted to voice, which was you, "is everything okay?" you questioned, cocking your head cutely. "Mhm," he nodded, the way you pronounced his name with every syllable with your dulcet tone, it felt like something inside him broke when you looked at him with your soft e/c eyes. "So—how long did you know my brother" you asked, "About a decade now" He answered truthfully, "Oh, that's nice" You gave him a little smile,

"Any hobbies, or such?" You asked, He found it cute that you asked him all the conversation starters in the book, it was adorable that you wanted to know more about him, and the hidden blush dusted on your cheeks. "Hunting" He answered, "I also enjoy hunting, what is your favorite season to hunt, I prefer spring to summer. You get to see all the flowers, fresh grass, and even baby animals" You exclaimed, ranting away as Coriolanus listened to your lovely voice.

He wondered how you would sound when your alone with him, but he couldn't stop his vulgar thoughts around you, it was always in his mind when he heard, saw, and listened to you. Made the blood rush all way to his dick. How embarrassing would it be to see his boner?

You and Coriolanus started hanging out more, spending more time together without Sejanus and you managed to form a relationship with him, becoming his friend but to his disdain he wanted more than a friendly relationship.

He would visit your home a few times but it was almost all for hanging out with Sejanus, but you didn't know that he only came to see you. You would greet him in one of your cute little pink lacy nightgowns, he found you precious at the informal act. The nightgown did hug your curves, it was something. that very something that got a rise out of him. Those rises that made him jerk off to you at night, the single thought of you with him alone and him stuffing you full with your pink lacy nightgown flipped over covering your face. Your soft-sounding, sweet mewls in his ears as he sinks himself into you, but it was only a fantasy as he spills himself on his hand, the thought of you taking all of his cum made him get aroused even more.

But this time Coriolanus had come back to your utter surprise, but what surprised you more was he wasn't with Sejanus at all, opening the doors to him, and nobody was home but you knew Sejanus was coming back in a few minutes or perhaps hours. "Oh, Coriolanus..Sejanus isn't here at the moment but you are welcome to come in—I think he'll be back in a few minutes" You said, opening the door to him as he walked in. You were still in one of your pink lacy nightgowns, and pink stockings, and your hair were in pigtails with pink bows on both of the sides.

You led him to the parlor room, "Would you like anything to drink? You asked, cocking your head to the side. "No, I'm alright." He answered, "You sure?' You questioned, he wondered if you act the same way if he were to marry you would you be a dutiful wife to him, making sure he's always taken care of—"Yes, I'm sure Y/N" he repeated, you nodded at him. "So, why are you here Coriolanus," you asked, "If you don't mind me asking, of course," you said, "To talk with Sejanus," he said, "Ohh". Coriolanus studies your appearance, the new jewelry that he noticed on your wrist, it wasn't something you would see in a jewelry store. It had a bunch of plastic rainbow loom-type beads on it. "What's that" Coriolanus gestures to your wrist.

You held the bracelet with your other free hand, "Oh, I made it myself" feeling your cheeks getting flushed, "Do you like it?" you asked, your eyes gleaming up to his. "It's...nice" He looked at your wrist, "Do you want me to make you one" you exclaimed clasping your hands with his, your eyes sparkling. He felt his face getting hot, his pale face being stained with a pinkish undertone, "Sure" He answered you, your hands wrapping with his as you grabbed him out of the sofa and led him into your bedroom.

He guessed rightfully on what your bedroom would like, it was all pink, and in different shades of pink to pastels to dark vibrant tints. There was a canopy bed with white sheets and pink lacey curtains, a vanity, and your room had pink cherry blossom wallpaper with pink roses, orchids, and carnations. It had a Victorian style to it, with windows that had lacey curtains with pink bows. His eyes darted to you as you were looking through your vanity trying to find the bracelet set. "You were actually the first person who complimented my bracelets before" you smiled to yourself, glancing back at him. "Well, I'm glad I was your first," He said, putting his hands into his pockets. You took out the bracelets from the chest you brought out. The golden, and pink box opens up with your delicate hands, taking out the charms in the compartment, sitting on your bed. "Sit" you patted right of you, as he sat down looking at the box on your lap.

He was wondering why you would bring a man into your bedroom, not even knowing his intentions at all. Your naive personality was worrying, but also adorable as you made a little bracelet for him, putting charms into the golden metal twine. A few minutes passed between you and Coriolanus, "I'm done" you smiled towards him, taking his wrist and putting the bracelet around it, Coriolanus looked at the bracelet with glee that it was made by you. He felt his heart pumping against his chest.

"It's cute," He said, the cool metal touching his arm before he turned his attention to you. "I'm glad" you smiled, your soft lips parting apart. Coriolanus felt something inside of him twinging, blood rushing down to his lower core. You felt his hands on your thigh, rising making you tense up, "Coriolanus what are you doing?" Your eyes darted onto his hands crawling dangerously up to your cunt. "Y/N" he called your name, as you got up quickly from him, "I think you should leave, Coriolanus" You held your hands backing up from him, and he got up too.

Walking towards you as you tense up, feeling your flight and fight senses kicking in. "You should leave...now" You flickered your eyes away from him, and every time he stepped closer you stepped back, the process continued still you hit your dresser. A set of panic coming in you, feeling his hand on your face. His body pressed into yours, "Your really beautiful when you're scared" he whispered, as he caressed your face.

"—You don't even know how long I waited for this" he finished, his arms trailing down from your face to your chest, as he fondled your chest, "Why do you wear these skimpy nightgowns when a boy comes around, like a common whore" he rolled the buds on your chest, as they hardened at his touch through your flimsy garment. You turned your head away, "Stop" you mewl out, feeling your legs getting heavy, his hand taking down the top of the nightgown revealing your breast on display for him. His hands were cold, groping your breast, feeling your cunt pulsing through your cotton panties.

"We should stop now– please" You choked out, putting your hands on his shoulders, you felt a weird sensation through your body. "Why, feels like you're enjoying it" he whispered, "Haah~" you whined, closing your eyes shut. His hands flipping up your nightgown, your hands darted to his, "We should stop, please, it's wrong" you plead, your doe eyes looking at his cold irises.

This look made him feel even more aroused, he ripped off your nightgown making you squeal so cutely, displaying your cute flimsy pink panties before he flipped you against your dresser. He took off your pink panties looking at the wet patch on them, as your ass made contact with his crotch. "Fuck" your eyes making contact with your mirror at the assault happening on the backside of you. He unbuckled his belt, the jingling sounds making you nervous, your eyes glancing back to him at the sound. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, feeling yourself tremble at the size, "Corio...that's not going to fit" your lip quivered, "Please—don't put that in" Your eyes getting watery, "It's going to be okay" you felt his hand rubbing on your curves, as he lines up against your slit. He rubbed against it feeling your slick against his cock.

Your breath trembled, as he slowly entered into you, and the pain simmered into you as tears pricked on your waterline, "Shh, it's almost all in" he caressed your waist, his finger trailing to your clit, rubbing the nub. His pelvis bottoming inside you, you gasped, putting your hands on your dresser and trying to steady yourself.

"Don't move..please" your chest heaved, your lips already looking bitten up and your cheek looking wet. But you knew he wasn't going to stop, he moved his hips, plunging himself into you, groaning into your ear. You looked at the mirror, watching his hips fucking into you, his pelvis colliding with you.

"Fuck.. you're tight" he growled into your ears, he slipped into your pussy, and the sloppy sounds of the thrusts sounded erotic, it was dirty. You felt his hands on your pigtails pulling you up, the pain on your scalp hurting, your back curved as he thrust into you. Your tongue lolling out, eyes rolling up, as Coriolanus looked into the mirror at your fucked out face, it was erotic and dirty. The painful sensation turns into a pleasurable feeling.

You felt something bubbling in your core, and thrust into you, feeling a wave of pleasure coming through you, liquid dripping down from your cunt. The sloshing of your cunt and his cock connecting you together. Your tits bouncing at the sudden thrust of him, you gripping the porcelain dresser. His mouth connects to yours into a sloppy kiss, while he enters into you.

Everything that was running through your body felt good, making you drool but you knew it was wrong in your pretty little head. It was wrong to be doing this with your brother's friend, sleeping with him. You felt dirty, but you craved his touch further.

Feeling yourself getting closer to your climax another rush of pleasure passes through your body making you tremble very so slight. His hands on your hips, as he rams into you with an animalistic pace. "It's too much" you whined, "You're doing so well, dear" he teasingly rubbed your clit, making you shudder.

"Corio" you mewl under your breath, as he abuses your clit further getting a rise out of you, he bends you over the dresser, the delicate silver handles digging into your stomach, his hips driving into you. Pulling on your cute pigtails, "Look into the mirror darling" Coriolanus growls into your ear, making you feel wet and aroused, you were embarrassed. "Look" he demanded thrusting into you harder, you obey. Your face flushed and your puffy cheeks stained with wet tears. Your tongue lolling out your mouth, panting like an animal.

"I'm close" he groaned, as he caressed your stomach, feeling his cock bulging in your stomach. "Not inside—please" you whined, feeling his teeth on your neck, leaving little bites blooming on your neck, his hands gripping your breast.

"How can I not, you look so adorable when you look at that" He pulled your face in, your face was messy, tears, snot dripping out of your nose, and drool coming out of your cute little mouth. He plunges into you, "Fuck—" he groaned, before feeling hot loads inside of you, making you tremble from the sudden warmth. "Haah~" you huffed before he released you from your pigtails, falling onto your dresser, panting.

Feeling the sudden warmth coming out from you, as he pulls out from you. Hot cum leaked out from you to the wooden floors, your eyes darting to the mirror looking at Coriolanus's tired form, listening to his footsteps as he came to you, rubbing your stomach gently. Your eyes hesitantly peek at him through the mirror,

"You did so' well" He whispers in your ear, combing your hair, with his fingers, being careful not to hurt you in the process as he plants a kiss on your collarbone to your neck. You should have known better than to trust people, some can be sick perverts because thank god Coriolanus was here to protect you. <3

[danxw123]

Summary: Kabukimono becomes your little step-brother, and your deepest desires become irresistibly intoxicating.

CW: Afab reader, sub kabuki, corruption kink, stepcest, jealousy, pussy eating, pussydrunk kabuki, dubcon, choking, masochist/sadism, panty stealing, perverted behavior, dacryphilia?, hair pulling, cunnilingus, almost caught, squirting, dommy kabuki at the end?

Maybe you were lying if you said your new little stepbrother wasn't a good looking individual. Your eyes widened upon the sight of him politely waving towards you with a sweet smile. "Y/N, right? My name's Kabukimono." his adorable rosy cheeks puffed upon his cute smile. You coughed awkwardly as he nervously adverted his gaze away from your intense stare.

"Yeah... nice to meet you." you quickly gather yourself before replying with a cold yet soft tone. Kabukimono looked down before his mother's voice caught both of yours attention.

"Sweetheart? Have you finished unpacking?" he turned towards his mother before shaking his head. "No mom... I haven't, I wanted to introduce myself to my new big sister first..." you weren't sure why a sudden spark of lust came upon you from the name; 'big sister' you slightly bit your lip as you looked away.

"Big sis... would you like to help me unpack? If that's alright with you." he blushed as he nervously fiddled with his fingers. "hm? Oh, yeah. I don't mind" you walked past him towards the car, Kabukimono following behind you.

—

Months passed after the first meeting with Kabukimono. You weren’t lying when you thought he was maybe just a little bit- no, very timid, so much he wouldn’t even meet your eyes. It was… arousing. Every little second you had to hold yourself back from-

“Big sis..?” you jolted from your filthy daydream as Kabukimono’s voice passed through your ears. “Hm? Yeah? What is it?” you turned towards him as you placed the pen on the desk. “Dinners ready. Are you alright? You seem…” his voice trailed off, eyes darted towards your outfit. Rosy cheeks creeping up from seeing your short tank top and shorts.

“Mom and dad are waiting for you.” he embarrassedly said before quickly walking away. You smirked, seeing the effect, affect him. Sighing tiredly, you sat up from your chair before closing your laptop.

Dinner was… quiet. Well, not exactly. You were just too focused on your cute little brother to listen to your parent’s rant. You quietly picked up a piece of steak with your fork before a question caught your attention. “Y/N, how is your relationship with your boyfriend?” your dad asked as everyone’s attention went to you.

You almost missed the way Kabukimono’s lip corners twitched to a frown. His eyebrows frowning slightly as he looked at you. You smiled innocently, continuing to look straight ahead towards your dad. Maybe a little teasing won’t hurt, right?

“It’s been great actually. He’s such a gentleman.” you smiled happily, catching the way Kabukimono’s eyes widened slightly as you confirmed your relationship.

No, no you weren’t in a relationship anymore. You broke up with your boyfriend some weeks ago but… you just loved watching your little brother’s reactions… so cute.. so… innocent.

Dinner continued with laughers and chats, mostly between you and your new mother. “Oh right. Me and your dad were invited to a wedding. We’ll be leaving in some hours, if you could, Y/N, could you take care of Kabukimono? you held back a laughter as your little brother scowled at his mother’s words. “Mother! I’m not a child, you know? I’m 18 years old.” he grumbled, annoyed.

“ ‘m sorry sweetheart! You’re still my baby in my eyes!” mother’s giggles were heard before a soft chuckle was followed by dads. Kabukimono blushed before his eyes met yours. You only returned a smirk. “Is that so? Very well mother.. i’ll take good care of the baby.” you joked.

Why..? Why did he like being called baby by you? Was it because you were mocking him? Because you were so attractive and… Yes… he liked it- loved it. He craved more. So much more.

Kabukimono’s crimson cheeks stayed the same as he stood up from his chair and placed his dishes on the sink. “I’ll be in my room.” his footsteps faded from his leave, covering his mouth with his hand as tears welled up in his eyes. He felt… overwhelmed with emotions; good ones, he was so infatuated with you, he wanted you so badly...

You observed your parents bidding their goodbyes before leaving the house. As they disappeared from your view, you maintained your wave, letting out a sigh as you turned back towards home and closed the door behind you. Deciding to wash the dishes, you walked towards the sink and picked up the sponge.

"Maybe I should apologize to him..." you thought as you continued to scrub the remaining leftover food particles. After finishing cleaning, you walked up the stairs toward Kabukimono's room.

"Hey, I'm so-" you froze, quite literally. Your eyes widened upon the sight, your little brother, jerking himself off with... wait, is that your lost panty? Kabukimono flinched from the sudden sound, he frantically sat up, removing the stolen undergarment from his face.

He looked at you as his cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. His eyes welled up with tears before he looked down in shame. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry big sister…" You stayed still before letting out a soft chuckle. "Wow… would you look at that huh? My cute little brother who I thought was so innocent is here, right in front of me, jerking with my panty like a pervert" You taunted as you walked toward him.

His eyes widened at your words. Cute little brother? God... he could cum at the spot. You harshly grip his jaw, making him look at you. “You wouldn’t like me telling mom and dad about this right? You dirty pervert.” You spat. Kabuki’ couldn’t help but whimper at your words as he shook his head furiously. “No! Please don’t.. l-I’m so sorry big sis!” sobs were heard as droplets streamed down his cheeks.

“Get on the floor and face me” Your stern voice shook him. He immediately scrambled and sat on his knees in front of you. You sat on the bed as you stared down at him with a smirk. “Take off my shorts with your mouth only, will you?” Was he dreaming? Well, he certainly felt like he was.

Kabuki’ leaned in, so close… so so close to your cunt. He bit the hem of your shorts and pulled them down. Your flimsy panty hugged your pussy so well, a noticeable wet patch. Fuck… “May I? Please big sis..?” his glossy eyes stared up at you for permission, what a good boy…

“Since you begged so nicely…” You bit your lip as you slipped your undergarment down, a string of arousal attached between your cunt and the material. “Say Kabuki.. have you ever felt a pussy?” You spread your pussy lips with your fingers as he stared in awe, absolutely in a daze. "No... I've never..." he gulped, continuing to stare at your wet cunt.

“Hm… let me teach you, yeah?”

“This is the clit and- ah!“ you moaned loudly as Kabuki takes the chance to give an experimental lick to your pussy. You frowned, looking down at him with a deadly glare. “Did I give you permission to touch me, you whore?”, you harshly took a handful of his hair and pulled him. His face drowning in your arousal. Not like he was complaining…

“Well… maybe i’ll let it slide for now..”

You’d probably would have punished him but you were too horny to care, just needed some release and he was your chance. Your fucktoy…

“ah… fuck.. good boy~” you whimpered, feeling your little brother’s tongue lap at your cunt like a bitch in heat. He was quite sloppy but his eagerness made it better. Your breath hitched when Kabuki inserted his tongue inside your needy hole, going back and fourth.

You couldn’t help but tighten your grip on his hair, letting high pitched moans and whimpers. He looked up at you, watching intently as you covered your mouth with your hand, face flushed with beads of sweat on your forehead. You were so beautiful… so alluring, if only he was your beloved instead of… whatever.

A sudden ring of your phone was heard, stopping both individual’s actions. You looked down towards your phone, it read; ‘Mother’. Kabuki pouted as you grabbed his face apart from your cunt. “who is it..?” he mumbled before glancing at your face, noticing a sly smirk appear on your mouth.

“Doesn’t matter… keep going” You firmly pressed his face into your pussy before answering the phone. “Mom?” his eyes widened. Mom? Oh no…

“mmh~… Kabuki? H-he’s… sleeping…” You bit your lip, trying your best to keep a neutral tone but fuck… was he making it hard. Kabukimono continued to tongue-fuck your cunt, grabbing your inner thighs as he spread them further, giving him more access to your dripping pussy.

“ah? I’m okay mom… j-just… a little feverish~” You threw your head back as he inserted a finger inside and then another, curling and moving them at a fast pace. God… was he enjoying this.. a little bit too much. Kabukimono licked his lips, staring with half lidded eyes at your perfect form.

“Ah… alright m-mom… talk to y-you mmh… later~” You quickly close your phone, tossing it on the bed. “fuck… you little rascal huh? Touching me so boldly… did you want mom to find out huh?” You breathed heavily and pressed your hands on his neck, chocking him slightly.

Kabuki moaned softly, biting his lip and shaking his head. “No.. no.. just wanted to make you feel good..” he whimpered, still moving his fingers but slowly. You couldn’t help but blush deeply at his cute comment, so cute…

“Kabuki… you’re so cute… so adorable~” his pupils dilated, cheeks flushing at your compliment. You almost squished his cheeks when he pouted sweetly. “just for you…” Why was he so cute? It drove you completely crazy.

He started to fasten his pace with his fingers, wet sounds and moans filling the room. “Ah… little brother~” cum oozed, creating a ring of arousal on his fingers. Kabuki leaned in and pecked your clit before lapping at your cunt while continuing with his fingers.

“A-ah! Nghh~ ‘m cumming cumming~!” you sobbed in pleasure, feeling his fingers fasten as it continued to hit your sweet spot. You arched your back, walls spasming in pleasure when your climax finally hit. Kabuki bit his lip as he suppressed a moan after seeing your pussy squirt on his hand, dripping down his arm and floor.

As you were catching your breath, you suddenly heard the sound of clothes dropping on the floor. You dazedly raised your head as it was thrown back after your orgasm. “Kabuki..?” you called softly, feeling both wrists get pulled on top of your head as they were locked together by his hand.

“Shh… big sister… let me make you feel better, yeah~?”

[bella-goths-wife]

The truth in a picture part 3

Lost boys x daughter reader

Tw- abuse, betrayal, angst, fighting, violence

“Wanna tell me what this is?” David questioned as he fiddled with the photo of the younger you between his fingers.

“A picture” you answered with a gulp as you saw Dwayne move to block the exit, were they going to kill you now? Had your time ran out?

“I gathered that” David said with a joyless chuckle “always got an answer, don’t you?”

“I try” you say back as you clutch your wrist anxiously, David let out a huff of air

“So I’m assuming you know?” David said with a sigh, as if this talk was a chore for him “about her?”

You nod fearfully and David puts his head in his gloved hands before letting out a groan, the action ignited slight annoyance in you.

“Well you were bound to find out sooner or later ” David says as he leans back on his chair “well it’s fine, it doesn’t matter anymore”

You stayed silent and stared at him as he drank blood from a bottle. He leaned back and stared at you.

“Come on now, don’t pout” David says as if you were a child who just threw a tantrum “she was bound to die, it was inevitable”

He goes to pat your shoulder and keeps his hand there as if it were a reassuring action. Your frozen before you looked at him with fire in your eyes

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whisper out “she was my mother”

“She was practically a surrogate” marko chimes in “just a womb to carry you”

“She was a living, breathing woman” you say in disgust “she had a family, people who cared about her. She had people who still miss her”

“Well that’s never really stopped us before, has it?” Paul said with a shrug, bored of the situation

“What the actual fuck” you laugh out in disbelief “you act like she was some stranger, she was my mother and you killed her in cold blood”

“I’d step down from that pedestal right now saint y/n” marko says with a chuckle “we’re not the only ones in this room who’s killed someone”

“You don’t get to throw that back in my face” you seethe, images of the hunters body quickly forcing their ways into your mind

“Well you did kill that man baby” Dwayne said, you looked at him with shock in your eyes “your just as bad as us”

“Your the reason I had to kill him” you laugh out “your the reason he died”

“How’d you gather that?” David questioned with a smug grin

“I called for you and you ignored me” you yell out “I screamed for you to help and you stayed outside and let me be attacked”

“Sometimes parents screw up” David shrugged “at the end of the day, I’m still your dad”

“You are not my father” you laugh out in anger “your the farthest fucking thing from my father”

“Baby, maybe it’s best for you to calm down” Dwayne said as he went to gently grip your arms

“Don’t Fucking touch me, fucking pervert” you yell out while slapping his arms away “is that why you kidnapped me? Huh? To molest me?”

A sudden sound echoed throughout the cave as you cupped your cheek and looked at Dwayne who’s eyes filled with regret. He just slapped you.

Laughter springs out of your throat uncontrollably as tears blur your vision. Your grip your sides as your laughter echoed through the cave and the boys looked at you with concern and confusion.

“I Fucking hate you all” you said, barely audible through your hysterical laughter

“Excuse me?” David asked coldly as his face darkened

“What’s my name David?” You questioned with an uncontrollable grin

“Y/n powers, same as me” David replied with a tone that read ‘don’t test me’

“Try again” you said with more laughter “so close”

“Your name is y/n powers, you have my last name as my child!” David reinforced coldly

“My name…” you started with craziness rolling around in your eyes “is y/n Fucking l/n, just like Katie l/n”

“Your being ridiculous” David scoffs “why would you carry the name of someone who didn’t raise you”

“Why would I carry the name of the person who kidnapped me?” You counteracted with gritted teeth

“Your really wanting to follow in your mother footsteps huh?” David questions as he moved forward in an attempt to intimidate you.

“Is that a threat David?” You questioned as you went closer to him.

“Might be” he said casually as his claws grew slightly

“You gonna kill me david?” You said with a small chuckle “do it, pussy”

With that David’s claws fully extracted and he swiped. They went to your exposed shoulder and left deep cuts in there wake. Blood started to come through the lines and you chuckled. Dwayne swoops in to drag David away as he fights against his hold.

Paul rushes to you and covers your cuts with his hand. Looking at you with panic as you start to let tears fall down your cheek, still with a crazed grin spread across your face

“Fuck it’s deep” Paul said as he inspected the cut that was most likely going to scar “are you insane David?”

David, who had now come to his senses, looked at the scene with mild regret that his anger had once again taken over him and caused him to injure you.

“Oh fuck” he whispered as Dwayne rushes to your side “will it scar?”

“Yeah most likely” dwayne answered as he inspected the cuts before looking at you “don’t worry, once your turned they fade away”

“You think I’m turning?” You questioned with a sickly sweet smile on your lips, Dwayne nods and you laugh “fuck that, I’m never turning”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Paul questioned angrily “your turning, that’s that”

“Pretty bold coming from someone who only started giving a shit about me a few months ago” you yell out and Paul looks at you hurt

“Don’t talk to him like that!” Marko demands as he rushes to Paul’s defence

“Marko go blow smoke up David’s ass again” you said snidely “it’s the only thing you seem to be good at apart from crossing boundaries and talking shit”

“Y/n, quiet!” Dwayne ordered furiously as he began to shift angrily in an attempt to stop his vampiric face from emerging

“Don’t get me started on you mr codependency problems” you say as you push him away and slowly stand up “you keep me Fucking weak to keep dependent on you, don’t think I haven’t noticed the Fucking hard on you get for being the ‘good dad’ your as bad as the rest of them”

“Your really turning into a little bitch, huh?” David said with a cold glare “maybe we spoiled you too much”

“Ladies and gentlemen, my father the number one person keeping domestic abuse alive in this town” you clap your hands sarcastically “I hate you the most you know, not because you beat me or because you starved me, but because your pathetic. You claim to love me but I know you just keep me around to feed your ego. I’m a pet to you and I’m fucking done”

“You need to shut the fuck up right now” David yelled furiously “before I scratch your eyes out of your head next”

“You might want to take a photo before you do” you laugh out “faces change with age and you might want something to remember me by”

“Your fucking turning” marko seethed as he held your arms tightly “you should be over this temper tantrum soon, but we can wait a few centuries”

You spit in markos face as it locks up and looks at you with crazed anger, something you had never seen on him before.

“I’d rather be drained dry then spend one more night in your pathetic little game of house” you spit out “I’m not your fucking puppet anymore, you controlling, loathsome cunt”

“You little shit!” Marko exclaimed before attempting to dive after you “I’ll break your Fucking legs you little ungrateful bitch”

“Go to your room y/n” David demanded coldly “don’t expect to come out again until your over this teenage tantrum, come back when your strong enough to back up your words”

“Gladly” you say as you turn to walk away, not looking back as you heard marko try and go after you again

“I’ll cut your fucking legs off if you ever talk to me like that again” was the last thing you heard as you turned the corner.

Once you were alone you let the tears fall freely as you sobbed loudly. The overwhelming hurt now settling in as you realise the last conversation you would have with the men who raised you was filled with hatred and anger

Why go against the usual for your last time?

You had to get the fuck out of here.

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 — act I, scene ii

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, grief and mentions of death and terminal illness, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor

▷ word count. 2.3k

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a/n: there's quite a bit of texting in this one so i apologize 😭

SUMMER (RISING JUNIORS).

INTAK wasn't one to give up easily. A couple weeks after school had been dismissed for the much-anticipated summer break, he was still in town while the rest of his friends were off traveling the world with their families. His dad had left the house early, as per usual, to head to the company building for work, so he enjoyed the serenity of an empty house as he took his time rolling out of bed and making himself breakfast.

As he sat on one of the breakfast bar stools in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal before him, he pulled out his brother's phone and opened up one of the text threads. The last thing he had texted Yn was about properly working out a stain—he'd received a very (albeit amusing) passionate lecture from her about drinking or consuming anything in the car, because if he spilled anything on the seats, she would risk her own identity to come and beat him up.

He'd had a very good laugh at that.

jae's phone: bored

Not even a minute later, he received a reply.

yer a wizard yn!: why r u still using his phone?

jae's phone: well do u want someone to find your contact on *my* phone, miss secrecy?

yer a wizard yn!: fair enough

jae's phone: hey how old r u

yer a wizard yn!: wow it never occurred to u that i could just be some old pervert?

jae's phone: r u??

yer a wizard yn!: lucky for u, no

jae's phone: lucky for me? 👀

jae's phone: before u virtually threaten to hit me again

jae's phone: r u my brother's age then? u must be

yer a wizard yn!: nope

jae's phone: my age then? idk if u know my age actually

yer a wizard yn!: am i 5 years old? no

jae's phone: i will , hit u

yer a wizard yn!: LMAO

In spite of his texts, Intak laughed down at the counter and set aside the phone for a second so he could spoon some more of the sweet cereal milk into his mouth. He and this Yn person had been trading texts these past couple of weeks. All of the conversations had been brief and harmless at most; it was all just his attempts at holding a conversation while Yn deflected anything that would expose who she was. Except for this conversation and their first one, he had no inkling of her identity.

yer a wizard yn!: okay, fine yes, i'm ur age i think

yer a wizard yn!: at least that's what jae said

Intak leaned into the conversation. Do u go to the academy too?

yer a wizard yn!: my friends say that's confidential

jae's phone: ur friends knew my brother too??

yer a wizard yn!: mhm

jae's phone: okay well,,, wait tf they're READING THESE??

He could hear her laughing at him now, even if he didn't know what her laugh sounded like. Did Jaehyuk know all these people in secret? He felt like a right idiot now.

yer a wizard yn!: now they're not, i just shooed them away

yer a wizard yn!: i can't tell u explicitly, but if u figure it out on ur own per se,,,,

jae's phone: ahhhh i see

jae's phone: don't say anything if u go to the academy

jae's phone: LETS GOOOO !! 😩

yer a wizard yn!: u r so…

jae's phone: handsome, smart, funny, etc lots to choose from

yer a wizard yn!: *crickets*

jae's phone: rude 😔

jae's phone: doing anything for the summer?

yer a wizard yn!: nah just working and hanging out w friends. u?

jae's phone: ignoring my responsibilities lol

It wasn't exactly a lie. After Jaehyuk had passed away, his father had made it incredibly clear that Intak was now to step into his shoes. No more second child privileges. Plus, how could he find the energy to get away when that was all he did last summer to forget the pain of Jaehyuk leaving?

yer a wizard yn!: once when jae (well ig *you*) and his family went on vacation, he left the car w me. it was kind of weird having that thing just sitting in my garage

jae's phone: really? huh. what year was that

yer a wizard yn!: i think he said u guys were going to jeju or sumn

Ah, that must have been the last vacation Intak could remember enjoying with Jae.

jae's phone: oh yeah, i remember that holiday

jae's phone: he must've really trusted u then

yer a wizard yn!: yeah ig so… couldn’t even drive it then, so maybe that’s why lol

Minutes passed of silence in the text chain. Intak wanted to know what she was thinking on the other side of the phone, if she was even as sad as he was. He'd figured out that his brother and Yn had been really close, so she must have gone through some type of grieving process like he had? He didn't know anyone else as heartbroken as he was. His dad didn't really care, only that his number one heir was now six feet under. Intak was still bitter that his father didn't even stay after the funeral, but he supposed everyone grieved in different ways.

Intak picked up the phone again and began typing. My brother didn't trust a lot of people, he admitted. Idk why I feel the need to but thanks for being there for him.

yer a wizard yn!: wish i had been there for him better to be honest

Yeah, that one hurt. I get that. I blame myself too.

yer a wizard yn!: ur brother loved u a lot tho, intak. that's why he left u the car

yer a wizard yn!: it was something to remember him by

Intak swiped at the warm tears trailing down his face. He wished he didn't have the dumb car. He wished his brother was here instead.

yer a wizard yn!: i'm sorry if i made u upset, but just remember that he loved u so much

yer a wizard yn!: if u ever need someone to talk to who knew him as u did or close to how u did, then come find me

jae's phone: thanks yn

jae's phone: i wish he had trusted me enough to introduce me to u tbh

Somehow, she had figured out that he wasn't saying this as a joke like all the other times.

yer a wizard yn!: he did trust u. he was just trying to protect me

jae's phone: it worries me when u say that

yer a wizard yn!: it's okay just,,, forget i said anything

As if he could just forget that speaking to her could jeopardize her. He didn't even know how this could get her in trouble, if he was interpreting what she was saying correctly. If only Jae had left him a note explaining who Yn was, but he supposed it wasn't … safe to?

jae's phone: how did my brother even find u lol

Great segue, he shoveled a spoon of cereal into his mouth so he didn't have to look at his gross attempt at a subject change.

yer a wizard yn!: strangely enough, just like this

jae's phone: ??

yer a wizard yn!: he texted my number thinking it was this auto repair helpline he found online w his problems and i fixed his car haha

jae's phone: oh yo that's kinda cool tho

yer a wizard yn!: ur both really bad w cars

jae's phone: oUT OF POCKET 😭

jae's phone: wait so u go to the academy

yer a wizard yn!: bye intak

jae's phone: NOOOO WAIT COME BACCCK

It was late, that much he knew, but sleep would not bless his eyes and body and mind. Intak stared up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom with moonlight streaming through the curtains by his bedside. There were too many things in his head to even think about a peaceful night of sleep.

"You could just look her up in the yearbook," he said aloud into the darkness. "But that would be invading her privacy." And Yn had made it so very clear that she was against him finding out her identity. But she had pretty much confirmed that she went to the academy, that she was in his year, and that her name was actually Yn—

Wait. Okay, so maybe she hadn't confirmed the latter yet, but Intak assumed his brother didn't make contact names that didn't make sense.

He sighed. He wished Jaehyuk could have given him some sort of sign.

Intak reached for his phone sitting on the nightstand, but instead of going to YouTube or some other streaming service he opened up her text messages.

Just as he was about to type a greeting, she beat him to it.

yer a wizard yn!: can't sleep either?

jae's phone: yeah ig not

jae's phone: wbu?

yer a wizard yn!: yeah no same

jae's phone: i wanna ask u stuff, but i don't wanna make u uncomfortable. it's not abt u personally, it's just abt ur connection w my brother. idk really

yer a wizard yn!: this is closure for u, i get it

yer a wizard yn!: ask to ur heart's content

jae's phone: did u know… that he was sick?

There was a long pause, and Intak waited patiently while laying on his side.

yer a wizard yn!: i found out really late

yer a wizard yn!: i knew something was wrong, but he was good at hiding it

yer a wizard yn!: i didn't get to say goodbye to him tho

jae's phone: i'm sorry yn

yer a wizard yn!: don't be, it's okay

yer a wizard yn!: were ur friends close to him too?

jae's phone: they thought he was cool and they got along, but they weren't super close. ig i can say ur one of the very few people who prob grieved like i did

yer a wizard yn!: that's… god, that's really sad. everyone at school liked him tho

jae's phone: tch yeah, but yk our school's full of fake shitheads

yer a wizard yn!: yeah fs… i think ur wrong in one aspect tho

jae's phone: what's that?

yer a wizard yn!: *grieves not grieved, i think we're both still grieving

jae's phone: would u be uncomfortable if i sent a voice message?

As soon as he sent the text, he grimaced. Oh no, he was going to be faced with immediate rejection. Intak scrambled onto his stomach and elbows to get in a better position to text faster and beat the three moving dots at the bottom of the screen.

yer a wizard yn!: sure go ahead

jae's phone: WAITWAIT

He wanted to slap himself.

jae's phone: okay uhm gimme a second

jae's phone: didn't actually think u would agree

Good going, idiot. Now what?

Intak sat up against his headboard. He didn't know why he asked in the first place, but maybe he just wanted to voice his thoughts aloud for once. He licked his lips, gathered his thoughts—

"Hey—" he cleared his throat, coughing and wishing he didn't just voice crack. "Sorry, hi. I thought this was gonna be a lot less awkward, but here goes nothing." He paused, then continued on, "Do you ever… miss him? Just miss him a lot. Sometimes I watch movies and they're always like—sometimes I feel them sitting next to me or hear their laughter—and I don't. I don't feel him next to me, I don't hear his voice or his laugh, Yn. I wish I did though. I wish I could miss him like that. Do you think it would hurt less if I did?"

Intak hit the send button, then exited out of the app so he could look for the right kind of music to listen to. The room was just too quiet right now.

To his surprise, when she replied, it was not in the form of a text message, but in the form of her own voice message. He was about to hear her voice. That had to mean something right?

"Hey Intak." His heart thumped. Woah… "Yeah, I was unsure of replying in a voice message, but I thought it was fair. Don't worry; I've gaslit myself enough to feel comfortable," she laughed to herself. "That was a joke, by the way. Yeah, I laugh at my own jokes."

Intak snorted.

The sound of laughter faded slightly as she continued on though. "Yeah, I miss him a lot. I think… I think this past year, I've been trying to ignore the fact that I miss him, but I do. When I saw the convertible steaming that one day, I just couldn't stop myself from texting his number, I guess. Force of habit. I don't really feel those sensations either, but I don't think it would hurt any less if you did feel that way. I think any way you grieve is valid, really." Her voice went quiet at the end. "You're not alone, y'know?"

His cheeks were warm again and his breathing trembled. Intak hugged his knees to his chest, wondering why his head hurt when he was crying, but maybe it was because he had not cried fully in a long time. He sniffled, collecting himself to reply.

"Thanks Yn," he said, voice slightly hoarse from his crying. "You have a nice voice, by the way." Nice was an understatement. His heart was beating a little too fast at the moment.

She replied with, "Thanks Intak. You, too."

jae's phone: u said ur friends knew him too

jae's phone: were they close?

yer a wizard yn!: yeah, i'd say they had gotten to know him almost as well as i did. they hung out w us at the garage

jae's phone: like an auto repair shop?

yer a wizard yn!: yeah

jae's phone: this feels illegal to know

yer a wizard yn!: maybe u deserve a taste of the forbidden for once tho

And for some reason, that engraved itself in his head and right above his heart. He wouldn't know that from here on out, he would wear that phrase like a crown.

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@bitemescftly cont. from here

Her attention had snapped down to the hand the man continued to move over his hardened front, green eyes stealing a peak at what laid underneath the robe and with a small gasp Anna attempted to look away a moment later. Fitzgerald’s touch on her leg felt hot even through the blanket she tried to cover herself with, embrassment burning her cheeks in a deep blush at the idea that her stepfather would catch her in a situation as compromising as this one. It was just her luck. Thank the heavens above she was not too far gone into her pleasure-driven needs that she started to moan out loud because then, a name or two might have slipped through her lips and it would not be a fortunate situation if her step dad were to catch his own name coming from her mouth. Right? “No, no, stop.” Anna attempted to catch the blanket as the man pulled it off, but any sudden movements made her walls clench around the two toys stuffed so deep inside of her holes. The silicone egg in her pussy not yet vibrating but just the size of it enough to bring her to the haze of pleasure and the plug in her ass definitely thick enough to be a considerable weight within her body. Something that only spurred a further need to touch herself, to bring herself to orgasm over and over again while pushing the toys in and out of her spasming holes — but her plans suddenly changed the moment Fitzgerald appeared in her bedroom. “Dad.” Anna groaned, looking up at the tall man while sitting in only a tshirt on the bed in front of him. “It’s not something you should see.” She pointed out, but her thighs did fall apart just slightly, just enough to show a peak of the bright pink string from the egg and a glint of a metal princess plug’s handle between her cheeks.

he entered her room in the guise of a concerned father, when he was anything but. if she knew how many times he had watched her in her most intimate moments, she would be horrified. the mask he wore was long gone, replaced by his true self. a perverted man who wanted nothing more than to fuck his step-daughter. to see her stuffed with his cock. "no need to be shy around me, sweetie.. i'm your father." his voice should bring her comfort. the tone of his voice was loving and caring, but the way he was presenting himself in front of her was anything but. with his hard cock now fully exposed to her, and the pre-cum coating his bulbous head, the robe he wore was falling off his shoulders before he allowed it to fall off his body and on the floor. fitzgerald didn't miss the way her legs parted for him ever so slightly, giving him a glimpsed of that beautiful cunt of hers. "besides, it's nothing i've never seen before." he sat down next to her as he placed his hand on her thigh. he caressed her skin softly before forcing her legs to part for him. "now look at that.. my girl has the prettiest pussy." he coed at her, his eyes glued at her cunt and ass all plugged up. "you really gonna make your old man ask you to show your toys for him, hmm?" fitz lets out a 'tsk' sound as he was already pushing her roughly on her back and forcing her legs up. "now be a doll and reach down and spread your pussy lips for daddy. i need to see your tight little hole."

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 126 - The Last Straw

Jaden has gone home, and now things are too… quiet.

The band breaking up offers a world of opportunity for Ophelia's next career move… She's just not sure what that move should be.

Maybe getting back on stage for a bit will help.

Ophelia does a surprise performance at The Lemon Drop during Happy Hour, which the crowd adores. Fans might be disappointed The Main Squeeze is no more but seeing Ophelia's still performing is a good sign to them.

Any sense of calm Ophelia feels is instantly sucked out of her when she gets home and sees the Huffs arguing in front of her house. Jaden looks like he's been crying and has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

She has a feeling Calvin's anger isn't meant for just Anna.

Anna: Sweetheart, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding-

Calvin: Don't try to make excuses for them, Anna! They've blatantly disrespected us and tried to poison our son's mind. Your coddling certainly isn't helping! We're raising a man, not a pathetic mama's boy!

Anna had tried to reason with Calvin, but there was no reasoning with him right now.

She knows she's more affectionate to Jaden, but she wasn't trying to do anything wrong. She loves her son, and she doesn't want to see him miserable… Which he definitely is right now.

Calvin: I'm the head of this house. What I say goes. You'd do well to remember your place and not let your emotions sway you.

Anna is silent, as is expected of her. She feels so conflicted. The Lemons were different than them, but they were good people. Right?

Jaden timidly blubbers something that sounds like an apology and to please PLEASE not be mad but Calvin doesn't want to hear it.

Calvin: Enough of your whining, young man. You should have thought about that before you let them give you that garbage.

Ophelia's heard enough.

Ophelia: Do you mind explaining why you're verbally abusing your wife and child on my doorstep, Calvin?

Calvin hasn't personally interacted with Ophelia much but he never did like her. Now he has more than enough reason not to… At least in his eyes.

Calvin: You've got a lot of nerve calling me abusive. We trusted you with our son and you went behind our backs to groom him to become some kind of pervert? You should be ashamed.

Grooming? What in the woohoock is he talking about?

Ophelia: What? We've done nothing to-

Calvin: Don't lie to me! I found that makeup set in his bag! I told you he was to have NOTHING to do with that crap and you went ahead and FORCED it on him.

Anna tries to ignore the ache in her heart. She must submit to her husband's will.

Anna stands idly by as Calvin calls Ophelia every buzzword in the book.

Deep down, she knows how the makeup kit got in Jaden's bag. Acknowledging that, though, would open up another can of worms she's just not ready to process. Calvin clearly isn't close to being ready, either.

Jaden tried and tried to say he was sorry for stealing the makeup, but his dad just didn't seem to believe him, and now he's yelling at Miss Lia. He didn't want her to get in trouble, but he never got to play with stuff like that, it was so tempting. He wishes it would all stop.

Ophelia: We didn't force anything on him! Maybe if you just let him be himself, he wouldn't feel like he has to hide what he really wants from you.

Calvin: I think I know my own son.

Ophelia: You clearly don't if you're really not seeing what's happening here.

Anna can't handle the yelling, or her baby's sobs. She can't rile up her husband further by comforting Jaden, so she steps away.

Anna stares out into the horizon and hopes Calvin will tire himself out soon.

Ophelia: If anyone's forcing anything on him, it's YOU!

Calvin: I'm raising my son right.

Ophelia: Look at him! Can't you see how miserable your made-up restrictions are making him?

Calvin: It doesn't matter if he's happy. It matters if he grows up not to be a freak.

Xander picked a good time to see what the noise was about.

Xander: Wow, how loving. The Watcher must be so proud.

Calvin ignores the quip.

Calvin: I see you're just as brainwashed as your loudmouth wife.

Xander: Keep my wife's name out of your mouth. And pull your head out of your plumbob so you can see how insane you're being.

Calvin: I'm done with you people disrespecting my family and pushing your woke-

Xander: Stop calling everything you're too dumb to understand woke!

Xander: Does constantly demeaning a defenseless child make you feel more like a man? You're pathetic.

Calvin: Forcing makeup on a little boy is worse than pathetic.

Xander: What are you talking about?

Calvin: I'll give it to you, you people are good at playing dumb.

Calvin: Clearly allowing Jaden to have friends outside the church was a mistake. Anna told me to give you a chance and I foolishly listened. Jaden is never going to be around you groomers again.

Xander: You can't be serious.

Calvin: Say goodbye to these heathens, Jaden. We'll sign you up for the church peewee football team or something, you can make some friends who know men are men.

Wait, Jaden doesn't get to see Gemma anymore? Oh, he should have never taken that makeup kit! He ruined everything!

Jaden tries to plead with his dad, as best a toddler can, but it falls upon deaf ears.

Well, not Anna's. It's taking ever ounce of restraint she has to not stop this, but it's not like Calvin would listen to her anyway. This is a nightmare she's powerless to stop.

As Calvin tells his family they're leaving, Ophelia has one parting message.

Ophelia: I hope someday you realize the damage you're doing to your child. You don't deserve to be a parent.

Calvin says nothing in response, but that's the first thing she's said that… got to him.

The Huffs make their leave. After holding up a strong front, Ophelia's an absolute wreck. What are they going to say to Gemma? She'll be devastated. And what'll happen to Jaden?

The makeup kit sits by their feet. They try to block out Jaden's wails as Xander comforts his wife.

[evolnoomym]

Little Freak🌛

Gilf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Pt. 2 🌜| Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: You love your boyfriend very much. But maybe there’s someone better?

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 1.1k

Authors note: I watched 🌽 and boom got inspired. I wrote this very quickly so don’t expect tooooooo much quality.

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, Moon is not a name necessarily but more a nickname, age-gap, controversial age gap, cheating, infidelity, twist at the end, unethical I guess, Joel doesn’t need blue pills, 2 other male OC’s, Joel=Grandpa Jack=Son James=Grandson, not a lot plot, dirty thoughts, masturbation (Male), alcohol consumption, cream pie, p in v unprotected, blowjob, balls

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🖤

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. Also the heat is cooking my brain so bear with me. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 🫶🏻

Joel knew how bad this situation he found himself in is. He should be a quiet, calm and kind old man enjoying his retirement. Instead he’s a hungry, perverted and manipulative freak.

He remembers when his grandson James wanted to finally introduce his sweet angelic girlfriend, Moon, to him. That boy was so excited to show her off like a prized possession.

Joel was mesmerized as soon as he laid his eyes upon your enticing frame and pretty face. You were truly a special girl. Mysterious just like the name you’ve introduced yourself with.

James had explained it beforehand but only after seeing you, did Joel seem to agree that it was more than fitting. Lil Moon Girl he jokingly called you, teasing with his low tone.

He rememberers how your soft tiny hand felt in his big and weathered one when you greeted him. Your coy smile, when he made his silly little jokes. Your gorgeous eyes, twinkling with mischief when you caught his lingering gaze. The slope of your nose, how cute you scrunched it up when you didn’t like something and those juicy lips he wanted to desperately feel wrapped around his cock. He imagined your tongue licking at his heavy balls, how you’d suck on them like a greedy slut and beg him to fuck you.

He got totally lost in you.

You smelled like a vanilla dream, so innocent and warm. He caught himself multiple times sniffing after you like a dog in heat. One time you forgot a cardigan after barbecue at his place and of course Joel did something dirty with it. He suffocated himself in the fabric, draping it over his face, letting your signature smell fill his senses, all while he was furiously jerking off. He hadn’t come so hard in years and it was all thanks to you.

That day, meeting you, he felt something inside of himself roar back to life. He felt so energized as if he were ten years younger.

Even Joel’s Son Jack, James Father, noticed how his Dad seemed to have suddenly gotten a surge of energy. He didn’t question it, he was just Happy seeing his old man up and about even at 60 years old.

The first step towards the edge was taken approximately 3 months in to knowing you.

It was a warm July day and you were supposed to meet James at his Grandpa’s house but he was a no show, probably forgot about it after drinking too much with his stupid buddies.

You were mad, rightfully so, and Joel took advantage of that. Of course he pretended to feel incredibly sorry for you being stood up and invited you into the house to maybe wait a bit for James. In case that dumbass would turn up.

You sat down with him on the big grey couch in his living room. He brought you a cold glass of water. Seems like you must’ve been thirsty judging by the way you chugged the water. You’re a messy drinker, so much so that the water is slightly dribbling down the sides of your mouth, leaving a trail down your throat that ends in your cleavage. Your chest is heaving and Joel can feel his libido return at full force looking at your tits.

You catch his staring but honestly you couldn’t care less. It didn’t bother you, Joel was attractive and the 40 years he got on you didn’t deter you from getting wet when he was so close. Just his presence alone caused a pleasant tingling in your core.

James was nothing compared to Joel.

Till this day Joel doesn’t know who gave in first. You drank your glass, placed it on the table in front of you and turned back to look at him. Tension seemed to be on an all time high. It ended with your lips smushed against his, Joel’s whiskers rubbed against your soft skin, big hands gripping at you with need. You landed in his lap, your pantie clad pussy right across his impressive bulge. You soaked through your panties and his jeans so much that he could feel your wetness on his throbbing length. The dry humbing ended with you screaming his name and Joel spurting everything he got into his boxers.

There was no way back to before, you’ve both gotten a taste of each other and were hungrier than ever.

(At the time neither of you noticed that someone was watching.)

In front of Jack & James the friendly facade was kept up but behind closed doors Joel defiled you over and over again.

He did all kinds of things to you. Lapping at your pussy till you screamed and begged him to stop. Fingering that magic spot inside of you till he had you squirting all over his bed. Sitting between your spread legs watching you play with yourself all while he tugged at his angry, red, weeping cock.

He taught you how to suck his big cock like a pro. You loved suckling on his tip for hours. And when you put your warm, wet mouth on his balls he felt close to heaven. He has never seen another woman enjoy herself so much while his heavy wrinkly old sack rested in her mouth.

You loved pleasing him in any shape or form.

Then it happened.

It was just one of these days. He was pounding into your slick dripping hole from behind. One of his hands tightly gripping your hips, while the other was tangled in your hair. Ripping you up to lean against him curving your back around his protruding belly. He was whispering disgusting filth into your ear all while continuously pounding into you without missing a beat.

“Atta girl, good little Slut, Moon ya like this fat cock in your pussy,huh?”

All you had to offer in response was a mindless giggling, he fucked you brainless.

When Joel starts rubbing at your clit it’s over you come with an ear-shattering scream and he spills his cum deep inside you.

As you were attempting to catch your breath you hear a creak from the doorway of Joel’s bedroom. When you peek up you’re greeted by Jack….you ask yourself what James Dad was doing here?

But it all got clearer when Joel spoke up addressing his son directly sounding not shocked at being caught at all “Awww darlin don’t worry good ol Jack here has been watching for a long time….jus waiting for right moment to intervene…haven’t you son?”

Jack nodded immediately. It became obvious that not only James Grandpa was after his girlfriend, no, his own father wanted a piece of the cake too.

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Dad jj comes home after a hard day at work to see tr getting help from their to friendly single neighbor. Tr is holding their child telling the neighbor thank you for helping with the groceries. Of course jj be the obsessed man he is he gets jealous. Maybe some smut when the baby get put down. ❤️❤️

Careful What You Wish For

Warnings: jealous behavior, rough unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, face fucking, the works.

“Well you just let me know me if you ever need anything. I’m happy to help.” My older, nosy neighbor says as he closes the hatch on my SUV while I bounce my baby on my hip. Before I can thank him I hear stomping footsteps and JJ appears, fuming.

“I’m sure you are. I’ve got it from here.” JJ snaps and my eyes widen in disbelief. Our neighbor was my dads age and I didn’t see the harm but JJ was clearly bothered as our neighbor turned to face him.

“No need for that, Maybank. I was just helping the lady take in her groceries. She’s got her hands full and all. Im happy to lend a hand.” I don’t miss the satisfied smirk as he looks from me to JJ. I step forward, taking JJ’s wrist in my hand as our baby babbles while clinging to my top.

“I have two. She doesn’t need yours. Goodbye.” JJ growls.

Jesus Christ. Where did this jealousy come from?

“JJ, stop—.” I whisper but it falls on deaf ears as I try to pull him towards the house.

“Well if you ever decide it’s more than you can handle, let me know.” Our neighbor flashes a bright smile and every muscle in JJ’s body goes rigid, ready to fight as the man climbs into his truck and backs away.

“Stop, stop, stop.” I whisper as our neighbor drives off down the road. “Was it the matter with you? He just stopped because I had my hands full and you weren’t home yet.” I scold him, pulling on his hand but he pulls away.

“I need a shower.” He kisses our baby on the cheek - skipping me - before stomping off inside.

I scoff. Men.

After getting the baby down for a nap, starting a crock pot for lunch and putting the groceries away, I finally try to knob on the bathroom door. It was locked earlier and it still is. I roll my eyes as I dig out my drivers license and slide it between the frame and the lock, pushing it open.

The room is filled with steam, making my hair stick to my neck immediately. It was stuffy in here so I opened the window just a little. I could make out his naked frame through the frosted glass door, hands in his hair as he stood under the spray.

He was mad but I was mad too. Not just for his jealous behavior but for openly not kissing me. We didn’t withhold affection when we’re mad.

“I had the door locked for a reason.” He finally says, pushing his hair back from his eyes. Anger swells hotter inside me. He wanted to be shitty? I could be shitty too. I yank the shower door open and he sighs.

“What’s your problem? I didn’t ask him to stop.”

“It’s nothing you did.”

“Then why are you treating me like crap?”

“I’m trying not to. I just need some space. I don’t want to be around you or the baby when I’m this angry.”

“But why are you so angry? He didn’t say anything to me.”

JJ suddenly grabs the front of my shorts, yanking me into the shower fully clothed and shoves me against the wall as I gasp. His hard naked body presses against mine, his face scrunched up in anger, nostrils flared as he forces me to look up at him.

“Because he looked at what’s mine. He wanted to touch what’s mine. You were holding my child and he was looking at you like he wanted to take you right then and there. He disrespected me and he’s lucky I didn’t make him eat the fucking gravel. I don’t ever want him around you again if he’s going to behave like some old pervert.” I swallow the lump in my throat as I fight to catch my breath. I’d never seen him so angry.

“JJ, I—.” I bring my hands up to his chest, grazing the light hair there as he shakes his head.

“I’ll be fine. Just let me get this out of my system.”

“You can’t punish him so.. punish me.”

“Y/N, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Please. Teach me a lesson.”

Seconds pass as we stare at each other under the spray of hot water then he’s fisting my shirt and tearing it down the middle, ripping my bra down my body then forcing my shorts down to my ankles. Im so turned on I’m shaking. Even when he grasps my chin and smashes my lips with his. His kisses are hard. Punishing. Painful. But I take it.

Im suddenly spun around, facing the shower door and he puts my hand on the towel bar.

“Bend over. And listen for the baby.” I don’t get a moment before he’s slamming inside me, fucking me like a savage with hard thrusts.

“You cum until I tell you to stop.” JJ growls as I fight back my cries of ecstasy. It was so deep. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak.

A slap lands on my ass and I yelp, trying to straighten but he shoves me back down practically bending me in half as he fucks me.

“Where’s that back talk now? Too dumb to speak with my cock inside you?”

“Yes.” I cry, my legs shaking as my first orgasm hits me.

“Ahhh, yes, there it is. Give it to me, momma. Milk me with that pussy.” I moan loudly, his filthy words making my toes curl. I loved this side of him. I’m holding on so tightly to the bar I’m afraid I’ll rip it off or fall over from the blood rushing to my head but he suddenly yanks me upright by my hair, smashing me against the shower wall.

“Spread your fucking legs.” JJ forces my legs apart, pulling my head back and exposing my neck as he keeps fucking me harder and harder. His lips find my neck, kissing and biting until I’m cumming again, fluid gushing between my thighs. It felt like he was against my cervix as he kept going.

“I love it when you do that.” He growls in my ear.

“Baby, I can’t. I can’t! It’s too much. It’s too deep.” I cry just as another wave hits me, taking away my ability to speak or even think as I ride it out.

Suddenly he’s yanking me around, forcing me to my knees and forcing his cock down my throat. I don’t get a second to even register what’s happening before he begins fucking my face, his cock down my throat. I gag and have to force myself to relax as I cling to his thighs, trying to stay upright as he slams into me over and over again. Just when my throat hurts and my jaw aches, he explodes, holding my head down so I’m forced to swallow around him until he’s sated.

JJ pulls free, leaving a string of cum running down my chin as he squats to my level. I run my tongue over the salty substance and he watches every movement before leaning in to finally kiss me.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

[tatakaebomb]

Touch me like that

ꕥ Pairing : Various MHA men x reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Get your timing right… or wrong…

ꕥ Word count : 0.8k

ꕥ TW : Fingering, mutual masterbation, slight vouyerism, stepcest, age gap, embarrassment kink, mentions of oral, pet names, mentions of ass play, teasing, dom! Sub, character death (nobody major y/n’s mom), probs others

'Look at how pretty you are hm, cant believe you thought it would be okay to hide this precious body from me' his hands trace your curves. Eyes speculating down your naked body as you shyly stare into the mirror. The grip on your jaw preventing you from moving.

The bulge in his boxers showed nothing less than what your step dad wants. His lingering perverted eyes starting to form at the slit of your cunt. Lips wet and skin starting to get tight.

-

You know your step dads schedule, you know that he finishes work at exactly 6pm. So why did you think it was a good idea to walk in on him? Knowing that he would be home, the dripping water on your body showing nothing more than you wanting to fuck him. But yet you still turn away in shyness and doubt. Your young, virgin body so in tact for him to ruin.

He calls you over, stopping you in your track. His eyes staring you down as you wore nothing but a towel, asking you to drop it as you conform so sweetly, your body was hairless, freshly shaven and the way your thighs start to clench and body starts to tremble doesn’t go missed. You looked just like your mother, he doesn’t know how he’s gone this long without fucking you raw.

-

‘Y/N have you ever had sex.’ He nonchalantly blurts, eyes moving to meet yours, hands wrapping around your bare waist, cold fingers tapping on your skin.

‘What?’

‘Answer me… have you ever had sex’

‘No…other things just n-not sex.’

The grip on your body became tighter, you could feel him start to mindlessly hump into you. The tip of his clothed dick brimming on your ass, lips tapping at the skin of your neck. ‘Other things hm? Like what…’

‘I-I’ve…sucked…umm..’

‘Have you ever put these pretty fingers to good use?’ His hands catching yours in his, examining the nails on your fingers as he moves it lower and lower.

‘No daddy I- I havent…’

‘So you’ve gotten on your knees but never had this pretty pussy touched hm?’

You didn’t bother replying, the small Yelp that came from your throat as he cupped your pussy in his hands said it all, the pre slick between your legs showing him what you want is him, what you need is someone to fuck you like he could.

His fingers start to slip into you, a small groan leaving his throat as he watches your mouth start to gape open in pleasure. ‘God you even feel like your mom, maybe better even. So wet and fucking tight hm…’ he starts to pace into you, thumb rubbing circles on your g spot as you grip onto his wrist, his body pulling you back so your seated on the bed, legs spread open on him as he finger fucks you infront of the mirror.

‘Yeah- ah…feels so good..’

‘Feels good? Yeah? Gonna cum hm?’ The pace increasing as he watches you begin to ride his fingers, drool catching the side of your pretty lips. His cock pushing into your bare ass as he starts to get friction from the way you grind down into him, knowing that once he begins fucking you he might not be able to stop.

‘YES! Yes ‘gn cum!’ You push him deeper, this new feeling of him inside of you had you going crazy, stomach tightening and legs beginning to tremble. Mind dizzy and hazy, such a slut, spread out like this for your step daddy to fuck you into a zombie hm?

‘Yess baby fuck like that..’ your body making his tip start to drizzle pre cum, more and more spewing out in his boxers as you reach your end, covering his fingers in your messy white cum. Head leaning back as you sigh out a loud moan, his clothed body stroked into your ass as he managed to cum to just the sight and feeling of you rutting on him.

‘Fuck, not only have you made a mess on my fingers.’ He mocks, bringing his digits up to his mouth and licking it clean, your hazed eyes peering up at him as he moves to grab your hand. Directing it to touch his still hardened cock, a cute gasp eliciting from your still stunned mouth. ‘You’ve made me cum on myself… gotta teach you how to clean up this mess hm? Or maybe your previous experience can help you…fucking slut.’

- Dabi, Bakugo, Aizawa, Sero, Shinso, Endeavour.

[cptspiegel]

Bleach guys fluffy relationship he's please? (Ichigo in particular)

Hi!!! I hope you enjoy :) 💙

Warnings: mention of injuries/bandages, lots of tags, my love for soft Ichigo on full display

Ichigo Kurosaki

Our man is really respectful and tries to do the traditional thing of letting you sleep in his bed and he take the couch on nights that you sleep over. Not that he doesn't want to be close to you, Ichigo just doesn't want to deal with his dad's perverted questions and praise.

Can he commit to that decision? Absolutely not.

It's probably just past midnight when he sneaks into the room.

"Good, you're awake." Ichigo would say even if you were completely knocked out.

He's so great at spooning. Like so good at it.

Man has such long arms and he holds you so close too himself that his arm almost wraps around you twice.

Don't think he won't sneak out to come see you!

If your window is low enough Ichigo would go right up to it.

"What are you doing?"

"I missed you. Now let me in it's freezing out here!"

Post fighting, Ichigo only wants you to bandage him up if possible. Some things need to be handled by a professional, but the usual scrapes and bruises he wants treated by you.

For many reasons. Mainly because it's an excuse for you to touch him and you're so gentle about it he loves it.

Not to mention he'd be all, "I just fought for my life! Least you could do is give me a kiss!"

It takes forever to get him fully taken care of because all he really wants is to have you in his lap and kissing him.

Byakuya Kuchki

Beautiful and intimidating. That's what Byakuya is on the surface.

And it's unnerving to have him watch you any time you're within his sight.

Everyone tells you that he looks at you with admiration, but how would they know when his face never changes??

It's so true though. Byakuya wants to approach you, but you know how it is in the court...everyone's always busy! He has to watch you closely to see when you're free!

That's why he shows up randomly to your quarters. (Something he makes a habit of until you inevitably just tell him you'll move into his.)

"Captain." You greet him with a bow.

"Do you think I'm handsome?" He asks in the most casual tone you've ever heard. If you had tea in your mouth you would've spat it out.

"Uhm...yes. I think you're very handsome Captain."

He's closed the space between you now and reaches his hand out. "Let me treat you to dinner."

Did I mention when you're standing behind your own captain Byakuya is nkt paying attention to a single word that's being said.

"Captain Kuchki, I hope you've heard what is to be expected of you."

Byakuya doesn't even break eye contact with you, but agrees. "Of course. It will be done."

He's a man of few words so his love language is physical touch.

Some may consider it bad for his image to have his hand wrapped around yours all the time. Could possibly make him look "soft".

But who is going to tell him otherwise?

You often give his hand a squeeze to let him know you're fine and don't need him to step in.

Heaven bless anyone who shows you disrespect.

Shinsui Kyroaku

If anybody values quality time it's this man.

Hes also not afraid to show his affection in public.

"There's my sunshine." "How was your meeting my love?" "Stunning as always I see." "You light up my world."

All of that said within 30 seconds of seeing each other. It's almost embarrassing.

At home, you wear his favorite kimono. You want to obviously, but Shinsui also asks you to.

The reasoning is that you make it a good luck charm when you wear it.

It also smells like you and when he's laying about it puts a smile on his face.

You have a lot of quiet, intimate moments with Shinsui.

Those mornings where you're up right as the sun rises is the best.

Breakfast is served, the tea is hot, you're both sitting across from each other in the most comfortable silence you could imagine.

Shinsui pauses to just stare at you. You raise your eyebrows in question.

"Nothing. I just realize every time I look at you how much I love you."

[wintcrstcrfall]

Quietly, Marcella proceeded to eat her ice cream, this time keeping her eyes away from the man's face. Hearing him step closer was enough of a sign that he was staying in the room for now. As much as she disliked the idea of needing any kind of company to prevent her from going deeper into her destructive thoughts, the woman couldn't deny that she did feel a tiny bit better knowing his presence would undeniably keep some of those dark thoughts away. Bantering with him felt safe to do... until he opened his mouth and all Marcella could do was frown before pulling the spoon out of her mouth. So... her dad. She knew well enough why he had asked an actual stranger to her to 'take care' of his daughter. Because he felt guilty. He knew that from the little moments she had agreed to spend in her childhood home, if her father suddenly ended up disappearing for a few days, Marcella wouldn't just stay in an empty house that held too many memories. She missed her apartment, where everything was handpicked and carried a vibe from her new life. Here? Even her own childhood bedroom hadn't changed all that much. So he was gone and had asked for the gruff man to take care of her. Marcella scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Good. Because I already have one absent dad."

Returning to her ice cream, she couldn't help but side eye him. Was that a trick question? Soap was the one who had called her 'kid' not that long ago and now he phrased it as seeing her as an adult? With a little sigh, Marcella left the ice cream untouched this time, just holding it into her arms for some sort of cold comfort - a perfect contrast to the burning rage in her body. "There's nothing you can do even if I tell you. Unless what, you'll beat a handsy misogynistic pervert in some dark alley for me?" The unbelief was clear in her voice. "So just... don't tell my father about hearing what I said, okay? Please. There's nothing anyone can do."

He sensed her discomfort and he figured it was because she assumed he heard every word. Soap wasn't typically an eavesdropper, but the brunette left him more curious than he wanted to admit from the sound of her voice. In comparison to the other members of the squad, he was the most apathetic; but at the core, he was still a man of service. If she was in any trouble, he was wired to need to know—caring, on the other hand, was something he could elect to do. And that was where the line was.

"Relax," he told her. It was ironic coming from him. "I wasn't listening in on you."

Except, he was. Just not completely, up until that last part. "Your dad told me to watch after you. As far as I'm concerned, I ain't no babysitter." He gave her a shake of his head, taking a few steps further into the living room, still munching on that peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The sound of his heavy boots made the air in the living room thick with tension.

"But I also know you're not a baby," he said. "So, if you're in trouble or something, I expect you to tell me like an adult. 'Cause we're all adults here, right?" Though it seemed like Soap was looking out for Marcella, he'd rather perceive it as him looking after his own best interests. Santos trusted him, he needed to stay here until his job was done—and the girl was just a liability to that.

[wastelandcth]

i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens. 

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

masterlist || request || more doves

“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.” 

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more. 

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife. 

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn. 

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.” 

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.” 

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.” 

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs. 

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!” 

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all. 

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married. 

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared. 

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined. 

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends. 

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in. 

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently. 

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast. 

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears. 

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?” 

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.” 

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them. 

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head. 

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car. 

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily. 

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod. 

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.” 

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