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wheels-of-despair · 2 months ago
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...and in the next fic, she gets him this patch for his battle vest.
C'mon, It's Just One Night (Part 2)
Summary: After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans. 
Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut later, fem reader, reader wears a dress at one point, mentions of bullying, actual bullying, three-shot
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You and Eddie didn’t talk about the plan again until the night of Homecoming. Most of the chats you had about what was going to happen tonight was about the secret show that Corroded Coffin was going to do right after the dance. 
Honestly, you had heard a few kids quietly whispering about the show, which surprised you. You wondered how many people were interested in the music versus wanting to see the Freak and his band play. After all, Corroded Coffin only really played The Hideout on Tuesdays, which wasn’t exactly the best time slot for high schoolers. 
It was about a half hour before the dance was supposed to start, and you had spent the whole day distracted. You kept reading that stupid note over and over again, and anyone watching you would think that you were just excited about a secret date. The truth was that you hoped that the note would somehow give you any sort of clue about what was planned for you when you made your way into the gym that night. 
You’d convinced the rest of Hellfire to try and gather any information on what was going to happen, but no one came back with any information. Even Lucas, who was a jock, couldn’t get any information from anyone. 
Maybe this would be a Carrie situation. 
Having telekinetic powers could be cool though. 
You stared hard at the brush on your desk that night, trying to make it move with your mind. Nothing happened. 
It might not have moved because as you were glaring at your brush, a knock came at your bedroom door. It was your mom, wanting you to come outside and take photos of you in your outfit. And yeah, you were a little excited to do that after all the work that you had put into looking this nice for a fifteen minute bit. It wouldn’t hurt to have proof that you looked good tonight.
You stood up and smoothed out your dress before walking outside into the front yard as your mom called out that she’d be out there in a second as she grabbed the camera.
You didn’t expect anyone else to be outside, but when you stepped out the door you were greeted with the sight of someone standing on the porch.
It was Eddie.
Eddie Munson. 
His hair was freshly washed and his waves were framing his face perfectly. His leather jacket had been discarded for the night and he was wearing a dark gray button-up shirt that looked almost black with the top two buttons undone. The closest you’d ever seen him wear a button up were a few flannels that he wore in the fall and winter. His jeans looked... they looked new. New and dark blue with no holes in them to be seen. The only pieces of his outfit that you recognized were his rings and his reeboks. The twilight had cast a near purple haze over your neighborhood, and Eddie... Eddie looked good in that fading light. 
“Holy shit.” You said, after staring at him like an idiot for a moment. “Who are you and what have you done with Eddie?”
“Ha Ha.” Eddie fake laughed. “I could say the same about you.” 
You felt your cheeks grow warm, unsure if that was a compliment or not. “I... You look good.” you said more genuinely. 
This caused Eddie to shift slightly on his feet. “You look better.”
You could have died on the spot. 
“Wait, what are you doing here?” you asked. “I thought we were meeting up at the school?” 
“You’re coming to the show with me after this anyway.” Eddie explained. “It’d be easier if I just drove both of us. We can still pretend that we didn’t meet up, I can drop you off at the school where no one will see us together and I’ll follow you inside after a few minutes.”
That made sense, you were going to be helping out with set up after the dance anyway. 
“You might have made a mistake coming out here to pick me up, you know.” you said. “My mom will be out here in about two minutes and if she sees you, she’s going to make us take cheesy photos together.”
“I can humor your mom for a few minutes for this.” Eddie shrugged. “Besides, I owe her for being such a loyal customer.”
You stared at him. “Eddie... what do you mean by that?”
He gave you that trademark shit-eating grin, the one that he often used during club when he knew he was about to royally piss everyone off. 
“How else do you think I was able to buy new jeans?” he asked, his brown eyes shining in the lingering twilight. 
“Eddie Munson, you motherfucker, do not tell me that you sell drugs to my own mother-” 
Speak of your mother, and she shall appear with a smile and a camera in hand. You were going to have a long talk with Eddie later about boundaries and selling weed to your mother, even though you knew it wouldn’t change anything. 
Your mom quickly ushered you to take some solo pictures of you, and Eddie stood behind her watching with amusement as you awkwardly posed in the way you had seen in some teen magazine that you’d browsed when waiting in line at the grocery store. You felt stiff and awkward until Eddie started making faces behind your mom’s back that had you breaking out into a fit of giggles. He was totally going to give you shit for this later, but you knew he’d have his moment in the spotlight in a moment as well. 
Eddie was next up, but somehow he had no problem casually posing and smiling for your mom’s camera. Asshole. 
Then the couple’s pictures came and your mom made it clear exactly how she had wanted you two to pose. Eddie didn’t even hesitate wrapping his arm around your waist and holding your hand. 
For a few moments, you forgot what was supposed to happen that night. In this moment, you could really believe that you were going on a date with your best friend, and that he was holding your hand because he wanted to, not just because he was being forced to because of a favor. Eddie had always been a good actor, and you thought that if he wasn’t such a metal-and-D&D nerd, he could have been great in the theater department. 
Eddie really was a storyteller at heart. In music, in Dungeons and Dragons, in his doodles, the way he played up his Freak persona, and in this moment with his arms settled on your hips and his head on your shoulder. If Eddie wanted to captivate with a story, he could. 
It’s a shame that a story was all this was. 
Once the two of you were finally released from the watchful eye of your moms camera, Eddie led you to his van. He opened the passenger seat door for you, and even helped you into your seat as if he were a real gentleman. You didn’t think anyone had ever done that for you before. 
“So... is there a plan for how we’re going to do this?” you asked. “We haven’t really talked about how this is going to happen.” 
“What time is your secret admirer supposed to show up?” Eddie asked, the sound of his mixtape crackling through the air. 
“7:30.” 
“Then you’ll go in about five minutes early, stand in the middle of the gym, and at 7:30 I’ll burst in, sweep you off your feet, and then we can blow this joint.” Eddie said. 
“I could use a joint.” you sighed, looking out the window as reality came back. You weren’t a princess, and this wasn’t a fairytale. Eddie was only doing this as a favor, nothing more. 
“I’ll let you have one after we set up for the show.” He promised, pulling his van up to behind the school where no one was going to be dropped off for the dance. “I’ll see you inside in five minutes.” 
You gave him a nod. “See you on the other side, Freak.” 
You slipped to the entrance of the gym, and walked towards the booth where you presented your homecoming ticket. Homecoming had started at 7 pm on the dot and most students were already inside, dancing and giggling and having fun. The sound of the latest pop songs were echoing through the halls outside of the gym. The cheerleader running the ticket booth looked you up and down with a giggle.
“I love your outfit! It’s so... unique!” she gave you a smile that was way too wide and you grit your teeth at the false compliment. You shoved that anger down into your gut, and gave your best fake smile back, hoping that you sounded more sincere. 
“Thank you, so much!” Your voice came out a bit higher pitched than anticipated, but the cheerleader didn’t seem to notice. 
“Your Secret Admirer is going to love it.” She continued, and you felt your stomach twist. Shit, the cheerleaders were in on this too? You wondered how many people were in on this. “He asked me to give you this when you got here.”
She handed you a note, in the same sloppy handwriting as before. 
Meet me in the center of the dance floor at 7:30. 
It was 7:26 right now. You were tempted to make the assholes wait, after all, you wanted to make sure Eddie had a chance to get here before they could. But the cheerleader obviously saw you read the note, and there was no time to turn back. 
Just show up for me. Eddie. You thought to yourself. Although this had been your idea, you were feeling nervous now. You really were about to put yourself out on full display to the school, willingly offering yourself up on a plate to your peers for humiliation. What if this didn’t work? What if Eddie didn’t make it in time? What if something worse happened with Eddie here? 
The short walk from the entrance to the middle of the dance floor felt like slow motion. Your mind felt fuzzy and you hoped that you weren’t shaking from nerves. You stood in the center of the dance floor, and turned to face the single clock in the back of the gym. You could barely make out the time with the distance and dim lights, but you knew it was almost time. 
7:27
7:28
You could do this
7:29
Almost time....
7:30
7:31
Where the fuck was Eddie?
7:32
Did he get held up?
7:33
Did he change his mind?
7:34
Fuck, you could hear the giggling.
7:35
You felt a tap on your shoulder. 
This was it. 
You turned around slowly, waiting for the worst. 
Eddie stood before you, corsage in hand, on one knee as if he was proposing to you. 
Maybe this was the real prank. Maybe the real prank was the one you played on yourself to be able to see your best friend kneeling and smiling up at you, offering you a corsage. 
Time froze for a second as you took in the sight and committed it to memory. 
“I’m glad you made it.” Eddie said, loud enough for anyone to hear. He really did have that natural projection that should have had the theater kids begging him to join them. “I knew you’d respond to my note.”
There was a dull murmur of confusion behind you, and you saw Eddie’s eyes flicker to something that you couldn’t see and he gave you a small nod. 
Fuck, that was your cue. 
You brought your hands up to your mouth, acting like all of the actresses you’d seen on tv who’s characters had been proposed to. You began nodding and accepted the corsage, letting him slide it onto your wrist. 
How had he known what color to get to match your dress? 
Eddie stood up and you threw your arms around him. “I was hoping it was you!” you said loudly, no need to act for this part. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up and spun you around once. He really was deceptively strong, and you giggled as he set you down. Your lips met his cheek. His arms stayed around you. 
Eddie smiled at you in a way that made your cheeks heat up and your knees feel weak. 
You two were staring at each other. 
The music changed. 
Eddie moved one of his hands from around your waist to grab yours, and the two of you were slow dancing before you even fully knew what was happening. 
“Eddie, what are you doing?” You asked, following his movements. 
“You said you wanted to really sell this that we were together now.” Eddie said, keeping his eyes on you. “I don’t know how many people would believe it if I showed up and we immediately left. It wouldn’t exactly be memorable.” 
“Right, good point.” you agreed. 
“I always have good points, that’s why I’m the dungeon master.” Eddie chuckled, “Besides, it’d be a shame that you put in this much effort to look good for little old me to not show you off. What kind of boyfriend would I be? I have to make sure that I get a reputation for being a mean and scary freak, but also a decent date.”
Boyfriend. 
“Shit.” you said quietly. 
“What’s wrong?” He asked, brows furrowing with a frown. 
“I didn’t think about what happens after this. You agreed to be my fake date, but I don’t want you to feel trapped with me after this.” you said. “Yeah, this’ll get everyone off my back for now but when school starts again, I don’t want you to feel like you have to act like we’re together.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Eddie said. “It’s not like my dating life is thriving here anyway. Between you and me, I’m a little too old for those who dare try and get with the Freak here.”
You let out a small laugh. “Tired of one night stands with girls who just want bragging rights?” 
“After the third time, I was starting to feel like I was cheating on my right hand.”
You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, erupting into a fit of giggles. This felt right, this relaxed moment with Eddie. This is how it was supposed to feel with someone, right? It was supposed to be easy, and with Eddie it always was. 
“Thank you, Eddie.” you said after your giggles had died down. “I really owe you one.”
“I thought this plan was me owing you one.” Eddie asked. 
“This is honestly above and beyond helping you get a passing grade for a test.” you admitted. “I know you have your show tonight, and you hate doing anything for school. Plus, you showed up wearing this and you spent money on jeans and the corsage- oh, thank you for the corsage-”
“Hey,” Eddie snapped you out of your rambling. “Don’t act like you forced me to do anything. You said I had full creative control tonight. I chose to do all this for you.”
“Why?” you asked, meeting his eyes. “You could have so easily told me to just fuck off and said no.”
“I’ll admit this wasn’t exactly my idea of how this night was going to go.” Eddie said. “But then you said that you wanted the Freak to show up for you. I wanted to know what would happen if it was just Eddie.” 
“Just Eddie...” you said quietly. Not the Freak, not the satanic cult leader, not the dungeon master. Just Eddie, your friend. “I’m glad that just Eddie was the one to show up.” your mouth went dry. “I- ...Eddie I-”
The two of you had stopped moving in slow circles, Eddie was closer than he had ever been to you before. You forgot where you were and Eddie was leaning closer to you, his mouth opening as if he was going to say something. 
And that’s when it happened. 
Whatever it was, it was room temperature, and sticky. It dripped down from your hair, down your face and onto your dress. You looked down to see pools of red flooding below you on the gym floor, and then your head shot up to see Eddie, covered in the same sticky substance with a dumbstruck look on his face. 
Blood? Was that actually blood?! Was Eddie bleeding? Were you? Wait, had someone actually dumped pigs blood on you?
Eddie wiped his face, smearing the substance on his skin and hand and carefully brought it to his face and sniffed it, and then gave it a small lick.
“Corn syrup.” he said and looked at you, his eyes wide in shock. 
“You mean this was a Carrie situation?!” you asked in a loud whisper as the two of you stared at each other. You looked around, and saw the group of jocks laughing and high fiving each other. One of them was holding an old paint bucket. Your body froze, and you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Those assholes had thrown fake blood on you and Eddie. They won. You fucked up. Eddie did so much for you tonight and you never even considered that the jocks would be smart enough to adjust their plans to account for Eddie being here-
Then Eddie started laughing, like really laughing. It was that genuine laugh that you’d heard a hundred times when the party came up with a stupid plan to get past one of Eddie’s challenges in Hellfire. 
He looked at you, with a spark in his eyes and a grin that was manic. 
His laughter was so contagious, that you found yourself laughing as well. You heard the laughter from the jocks start to die down and turn into mutters of confusion. The whole gym seemed to go silent, and you think the DJ stopped the music but you were laughing too much to care. 
How fucking rediculous was this? It was almost too obvious what they had set up, but you didn’t think they were this unoriginal. How did they even sneak in the bucket? How did no faculty or staff react to this?!
“I guess the Freak is showing up, anyway.” Eddie laughed and looked at you. “Let’s give them the show they want.”
Eddie’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck and started pulling you in. Instinct took over and you gripped at his stained shirt and then your lips met. The kiss was met with gasps and oohs and shouts from around you, but you didn’t care. Eddie was kissing you, and you were kissing him back. The two of you must have looked like a spectacle, covered in fake blood and making out with him in the middle of the dance floor after laughing like maniacs.
“Stop that, right now you two!” you heard a teacher yell, and that’s when Eddie pulled back.
“Feel free to kill me for that later, okay?” That wild smile was still on his face. 
“I think we should run now.” you agreed, deciding that whatever had just happened within the last 30 seconds could be processed later. You could see a few teachers starting to finally take action and start to run over, and the jocks were now scattering. Even though you and Eddie were the victims here, you didn’t really feel like sticking around. Whatever would happen with the school, could wait until Monday.
Eddie grabbed your hand, flipped off the few jocks that were still gawking, and the two of you took off running through the exit doors of the gym, the two of you laughing and cackling like mad. 
“Fake blood!” you yelled as the two of you dashed across the parking lot. “They threw fake blood on us!” 
“They actually spent money to get that much corn syrup and dye!” Eddie laughed, opening the door to his van for you again. 
“Shit, it’s gonna get all over your van.” you said, taking your seat anyway and buckling up. 
“That’s the least worrying thing I’ve spilled in here. Don’t worry about it.” He said, hopping into the driver side seat. “Jesus Christ, I didn’t think they had it in them!”
“Eddie, they ruined your new clothes.” You frowned, looking at him. The fake blood was starting to dry to your skin, and you could see it starting to give Eddie’s hair an odd texture in certain areas. 
“They also ruined your dress.” 
“Yeah, but I was never going to wear this again.” you said. 
“And I was going to ruin these clothes anyway.” he shrugged and started the car, peeling out of the parking lot like a bat out of Hell. Eddie’s lead foot hit the gas and the two of you were speeding down the road, out of town towards the quarry. 
“Holy shit.” you said, leaning against the seat as the adrenaline faded. 
“I think that could’ve gone worse.” Eddie said, still smiling. “I think the blood really adds to Corroded Coffin’s whole thing.” 
You shook your head, grabbing some napkins from the floor and wiping your hands off. “Shit, do we owe them a thanks now? Should we send them a fruit basket?” 
“Nah, they’ll get what they deserve. A slap on the wrist for pulling this stunt at a school function.” Eddie glanced at you with a wry grin. 
“Right, why do I feel like they’ll get off easy but somehow we’re gonna be the ones in trouble on Monday?” You rolled your eyes and lowered your voice in a horrible imitation of Principal Higgins. “Yes, those two played a harmless prank by dumping corn syrup on you, but you two displayed unsightly behavior in front of everyone in some sort of Hellish ritual-”
“Ouch. I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser.” 
You stopped talking and suddenly the corn syrup felt sticky and uncomfortable. You still hadn’t been able to digest the fact that the two of you had kissed- no, you two had full on made-out in front of the whole student body. Had there been tongue? You honestly couldn’t remember. 
An awkward silence settled over the two of you and you were unsure of what to say. You wanted to tell him that no, he wasn’t a bad kisser at all. You wanted to be smooth and say something like “Well, I wasn’t really paying attention before, how about we try again?”. You wanted to say anything to indicate that you liked it and very much wanted to do it again. 
Instead the two of you sat in the loudest silence you had ever been in as the two of you drove the long strip down to the quarry. You scolded yourself, thinking that saying anything had to be better than saying nothing. 
And yet no words came out.
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This was supposed to be a one shot in April. Now it's a three-shot. Do NOT let me write more than three chapters. The third chapter is almost done. There will be smut.
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Pls summarize Naruto from start to finish
Ok strap in. A magical alien milf lands on earth and falls in love with an ugly human man and they fuck. Humans ain't shit and they tried to kill her for being a girlboss but after planting a giant tree and eating the magical fruit she easily killed a bunch of them including her ain't shit ass man too. Turns out she was preggers during the onslaught and gave birth to twin boys. Fast forward many years and they find out that she's a murderer bc she just kinda left the dead bodies in the backyard. They're like oh shit we gotta kill her now and she's like oh word? I gotta kill my son's now. They battle, she becomes a Kaiju, but the sons win. One of them becomes God on earth and the other becomes a security guard on the moon watching over milf mom. The moon was created as a prison. God then has two sons, one who's just an average Joe and the other is an edge lord. God is like only one of you will get my powers and so Joe and edge lord play rock paper scissors and Joe wins. Edge lord isn't happy about it so he makes anger his only personality trait for all eternity. Those two die but their spirits are constantly reincarnated into bisexual men's bodies who are constantly at war with each other when they just wanna fuck each other. It all leads into being reincarnated into Naruto (who's an industry plant and nepotism baby) and Sasuke (an alpha male podcaster that serves cunt) who fight to the death, fight to the death, and kiss a lil bit. Milf mom comes back to life bc the babadook makes a cameo appearance but Naruto and Sasuke play the uno reverse card and send her ass back to the pit. They fight a lil more and kiss a lil more but unfortunately they both lose an arm in the process but that doesn't stop them bc love wins! They saved the earth (oh yeah war #4 is going on this afternoon) and they end the cycle of hatred that plagued all their reincarnates so now they officially have minds of their own. It took 16 years for them to develop agency. The end.
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pascalsrps · 18 days ago
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⋆˙⟡ — plot ideas !!
hey y'all!! i'm back at it again — meaning i'm bored, it's a dreary autumn, and i'm finding myself retreating back to cutsey fantasylands in my mind 🥰 listed below are a few plot ideas i've had in my notesapp for a while — as always, send an ask or a private message if you'd be interested in any of these up !! happy writing !!
childhood sweethearts (on the rocks)
a plot where muse a and muse b have been friends since childhood — here and there, they would have a one night stand, but never really allowed themselves to progress into anything more than just friends. now, as adults who are figuring out the dating scene isn’t as easy as their parents made it seem, muse a and muse b are seeing each other more and more frequently. eventually, muse a starts seeing someone new, and has less and less time for muse b. i’m talking jealousy, tension!!! muse b realizing maybe they’ve had feelings for muse a the whole time, muse a having to make tough decisions — either continue dating this new person or hurt muse b!!! i liiiiive for drama pls
childhood sweethearts (with a twist)
okay but a plot where close childhood friends reunite — except muse a was in love with muse b growing up, and muse b became muse a’s best friend’s high school sweetheart. muse a concealed their feelings for muse b all throughout their friendship, in high school & college, although both muses definitely had feelings & felt sparks for one another long before muse b started dating muse a’s best friend. despite the connection they’d felt, neither wanted to jeopardize any of the friendships between the three, and ultimately, muse b ended up married to muse a’s bff… except now, years later, muse a and muse b reunite at muse a’s best friend’s funeral. imagine the hurt of losing a loved one but having the comfort of yet another loved one?? blurred lines, tension, second-guesses…….
let me take care of you (southern charm)
okay so i’ve been kicking around a ranch hand plot where muse a is looking for help around the ranch they’ve just inherited due to a death in the family, and seeing as they’re just one person with lots of land, and virtually no knowledge on how to take care of it, it’s impossible to go it all on their own… enter muse b. muse b, a man who not only knows how to work the land but can take care of the ranch with ease, finds it impossible to not take care of muse a, while he's at it. just give me texan sunsets and lovers with low static music crooning in the background from some vinyl record please & ty
friends with benefits (with feelings)
a friends with benefits plot where muse a is dead-set, hellbent on not having a relationship and not getting too intimately involved with muse b; muse b has been in love with muse a for years, and muse a knows this, but still can’t bring themselves to get emotionally attached. i need tensionnnn and like, a lil toxicity ykwim??? for the angst omg 
will you come find me (after the after party?)
so hear me out — a plot where muse a and muse b met at a friend of a friend’s party & instantly hit it off. muse a is immediately infatuated with muse b — they laugh, talk, drink; they even make an incredible beer pong team. at some point during the night, muse a decides to put the moves on muse b. however, after leaving to get them some drinks, muse a comes back to find muse b kissing someone else… and to make it worse? it’s their boyfriend/girlfriend. tbh this plot could have the potential of a shakespearean comedy if we did it right akdjgh ok i'm talking messssssssyyyy 
you feel like home (but i’ve got a different address)
okay so i need a tense plot where muse a and muse b are soulmates, beyond the shadow of a doubt — but muse a is married to a nightmare of a spouse. little by little, they spend more time together one on one, but it’s getting increasingly harder for muse b to see muse a with their spouse, especially knowing how that spouse treats muse a. idk this is a rough plot/work in progress plot but i feel like it has potential to go somewhere!!!
— as always, send an ask or a private message if you'd be interested in any of these up!! happy writing 🥰🥰
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Ok so since i love sad but bad boys i'm gonna ask blaze for your event-
How about reader(gender neutral or fem your choice) who is blaze's childhood friend and tries to make him realize what his mother wants is not what he wants
Thank you! (☞゚ヮ゚)☞
Hi! Sorry for the late reply! Yaaay a Blaze ask <3
Warnings: None. Word count: 520
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Blaze sat on one of the rocks closest to the shimmering water of the sea, throwing and catching a smooth, circular rock as he stared at the horizon. It was painted with beautiful purples and oranges as the sun gradually dipped down to welcome the night, giving Blaze at least something to appreciate on this shitty shitty day.
"You should get in," you said to him from your spot within the water, your tail flicking back and forth happily. "The water's wonderful."
"No." Blaze muttered. He didn't feel like changing forms right now. It was such an exhausting process.
An awkward silence reigned for a moment. Blaze kept throwing and catching his rock. Eventually, you spoke. "Your mom again?"
Blaze didn't answer for a while. He stopped throwing the rock and stared at it, turning it over in his hands.
"...I didn't get a main role in our theatre production." He growled out after a while, his voice softer and rougher than usual. "Not even a side character. I'm... 'too wooden'. Mom says she's wasting money and time on me if this is what she gets back for all those acting lessons..." He put his head in his hands. "I'm tyring. I'm trying so hard, but she just doesn't care. Now she wants me to do lessons and advice from Vil fucking Schoenheit."
You didn't say anything for a while. The same string of thoughts you always had every time Blaze mentioned acting flooded through your mind.
'You shouldn't have to be an actor,' you wanted to say, 'Do what you want. Don't you want to choose what to do with your life?'
You rarely did, though. He got so upset every time. But a question on the tip of your tongue escaped before you could stop it.
"Blaze," you said before you could stop yourself. "Is acting what you really want to do? It's more your... your mom's wishes than your own."
Blaze glanced at you, then threw his rock. It skipped across the water before sinking below the waves and into the ocean's depths.
"Of course it's what I want!" He hissed venomously. "I don't even like Alchemy that much. It's just an interesting subject!"
You drew in a breath, refraining from pointing out that you never mentioned alchemy.
"But you don't like acting either." You insisted. "You always hate going to classes. You said you wanted to be in a different club too-"
"Because I hate hearing Vil talk like he's all that when his daddy's money gave him everything! I would like it if that bastard wasn't there!"
You grinded your teeth. "Blaze, you've never been happy about anything to do with acting. You don't like acting. This isn't what you want, Blaze, it's your mom who-"
"Will you shut up?" Blaze hissed. "I'm going to be an actor, and I'm to be Vil Schoenheit levels of famous! You can either support me like a good friend should or get lost."
There was a long pause.
"Okay, well," you said, hiding your hurt. You picked up a smooth circular stone of your own and threw it in the same direction as Blaze threw his. It only skipped a few times before sinking. "Best of luck."
A heavy silence reigned between the both of you. You stared at Blaze. You stared at his face, the way his jaw set in a grimace, and the way his eyes seemed to water.
He could do so much more, be so much more, but he didn't want to. Or he didn't think he could. It hurt to see. But you stayed silent.
You disappeared into the water and left Blaze to sit on his rock. Alone.
-End
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading! Blaze is a bit mean, sorry :(
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cutepastelstarsalior · 6 months ago
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Helluva Boss Episode 8, season 2
Ok so this show has
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5 more episodes. Then the show will either
A be done
Or
B, have a season 3.
Whatever way it goes, I hope the show wraps and gives characters satisfying endings. Though I fear that will the episodes spread out, some element or plot continuity will be lost.
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What does Pride Weather mean? Is it like the the normal weather report but gay????
GOD DANG IT ANOTHER SONG.
Ok, so Stolas is thinking that his and Blitzo’s relationship will help him deal with the divorce and the negative voices in his head. A fairytale like romance is what Stolas seems to want, where his problems can be fixed with the power of love. Meanwhile Blitzo is just thinking of the relationship as only a friend’s with benefits thing. Interesting that he is also using the relationship as a way to not think about his problems.
“Would he want me if he was free? And if he’s only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me? My entire life been written in stone. He taught me that I could choose. He desverse the choice to stay or go. Though it scares me to think of what I’ll lose.”
Wow. So far, this is a lot to take it. But what really gets my interest is that Stolas repetitively saying that he wants to free them. Both Blitzo and him. But from what? Is it judgmental from others? Is it from powerful demons that could break their relationship? Or is it from Stolas’s guilt and regrets? Another interesting thing is that when Blitzo sees the date, he has to mental hype himself up to the idea of sex. At first he has a strain smile in the mirror, but once Blitzo keeps talking about sex in detail, he’s like the idea. I don’t know if Blitzo doing this hype up is supposed to be taken has a funny thing, or a way to show that Blitzo is hypersexual. But it does feel like a coping mechanism. I don’t think people normally have to hype themselves up to have sex with someone, or even feel apathetic at first. Also, Blitzo talks about what HES going to do to Stolas, and not what Stolas does for him. Does Blitzo do all the work in bed?
YOOOO THE GOVERNMENT PEOPLE AND THE CHURRUBS ARE BACK YESSSS
Wait wait wait!!!! Are the two angels going to be more and more corrupted and the goat boy is going to go back to heaven YESSSSSSSS I love that.
Oh, 👀 angles can physically be hurt, hit with blow darts, and be electrocuted. Interesting.
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PRIST WITH A GUN WHAT WILL THEY DO. This feels so cursed. Omg pls pls pls give the Angels or at least one of them a gun…
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EXCUSE ME??????? THE GOVERNMENT WAS LIKE YEAH WILL GIVE YOU MORE MONEY. MAKE A LITERALLY PORTAL TO HELL AND MAKE SOME KILLER CLONE PREIST.., AHHHH THE ANGELS ARE IN HELL NOW
hmmm since Hazbin Hotel finally aired, would this story still be in the same world as Hazbin? Aka angels killing demons? Or no? If the churrubs seem so gun-hoe on killing, were they apart or admire Adam’s army?
There noticeable less swearing here! Wow! Good job Viv.
Oh! So interesting thing, 1 the demons get physical sick at saying the word torture. And 2 they don’t know what sex is. Or at least, they don’t know what sex equipment is. Do Angels natural not know these thing or get sick when saying certain words? Is it just heaven born angels that are like this? The 2 rouge angels (whose names i forget) seems fine with stealing and killing, but not at torture. Will they get comfortable with it as they stay longer in hell? Will being in hell at all make then like, permanently banned from heaven?
There lots of sex shops in the Lust ring. I thought it would just be one company? That kind of neat how there many stores of the same products but with minor variations. Some neat worldbuilding. Heyyyyy it’s Frizz. He seems more happy and cheerful! Yippee. Also he seems more sex neutral or positive? Also obsidian and jewel equipment? That feels very fancy? Maybe? I feel like hell would have lots of rocks and crystal around since, you know, under the earth.
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🎼🎵IM A ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN FIGHTING TILL THE WARS WON I DONT CARE IF HEAVEN WONT TAKE MEEEE BACKKKKKK ILL THROW AWAY MY FAITH BABE JUST TO KEEP YOU SAFE DONT YOU KNOW YOUR EVEYTHING I HAVEEEEEEE🎵🎼
Loona’s voice seems different. Maybe it’s because I haven’t heard it in a while, maybe the VA has a good microphone. But it feels sharper and clearer. All the voices do. It feels like higher quality.
Ok. Now the ending.
Stolas gave Blitzo a crystal, that way Blitzo and his team can legally travel to earth and back. Stolas called off the deal, and says that even thought they don’t have that agreement anymore, he (Stolas) would like to still have Blitzo stay. Blitzo, at first thinks it’s a roleplay, or a joke. But once Stolas starts to leave, Blitzo gets angry. He even calls Stolas a porous asshole, just like Striker did. Blitzo gets angry and even starts to tear up, saying that Stolas had, treated him like other imps. That Stolas looks down on imps and doesn’t respect them. Blitzo even comments on his imp butler.
In the background, many objects are covers in tarps, and all the paintings have Stolas’s wife covered, while Olivia has her face shown. It seems like Olivia either doesn’t live with Stolas, or goes back and forth between her parents. I’m bringing this up because like before, Stolas doesn’t want the relationship to be base off a deal. He thinks highly of Blitzo, but Blitzo only thinks of the relationship as something that’s transactional. Stolas wants this relationship because it the only one in his life that seems to either bring him joy, or doesn’t let him think about his problems. While I do like that Stolas calling off the deal and giving Blitzo the crystal. I feel like the last line “I think highly of you and you think so lowkey of me” feels a bit manipulative?
Like, yeah Blitzo does feel that way. Why shouldn’t he? What has Stolas done besides letting him use the book, what has he done for Blitzo? Did Stolas even gave Blitzo comfort? Did he ever let Blitzo talk about their deal? Does Stolas actually out effort into their deal or does Blitzo do all the work? Stolas let Blitzo not have sex for a few months, but is that it? Blitzo has being Stolas bodyguard, help him track down Olivia, save Stolas multiple times. He even bought a bunch of sex equipment and seems to do all the sexual favors. So yeah. It’s damn well in Blitzo right to think lowly of Stolas.
Man I hope and pray that the series dosnt have then be endgame.
Review 4/5. The song was ok. I like that the angels and government guys are back and have more power, hate Stolas.
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niyalationz · 2 months ago
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what in the mother FAWK was bad blood 😭😭
Ok #rant ahead sorru guysies..
(Assuming kayfabe here guys ok ? Ok!)
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Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf.
1. even if i dont like liv, it's like theyr purposely trying to make her look weak. her whole reign has been about running away and cheating; idgaf if shes a heel. She still needs to PROVE she deserves the title.
2. i hate how this entire feud is all about dominik. Like doesnt rhea have a new man ?? Gtfo.. and the announcers constantly pushing this narrative that rhea still loves him the ENTIRE match was genuinely so annoying like stfu stfd and do ur job ho 😭😭
3. as a huuuuggee rhea fan, i wouldn't of even cared if liv won the match. Because there was nobody to get involved and cost rhea to lose, she was guaranteed to win in a way that would show everyone she can hold her own against anyone and deserves to have that title. She managed perfectly fine without TJD on her side before, so why can't she now?
4. o ya, raquel def fucked the match up. She came in to early, caused the DQ, and still tried to save it. Also, it was so anticlimactic how she came in. She should of had her theme song playing and she should of came out AFTER rhea was hitting dom.
5. this match was so obviously scripted it hurt like wtafff. I know i said 'assuming kayfabe' up there but cmon now. I will NEVER understand why rhea didnt just pin liv right then and there and maybe beat up dominik after. Even if raquel came out after she had pinned liv and beat her up, Rhea would still have the title and at the end of the day that's all that matters.
6. can we pls talk abt jhea? the writers started this like a year ago and are just now adding onto it bcz of the betrayal , but they've already ruined it before it even started. zero interactions two shows in a row (which i do understand the first one,, i wouldnt want my son to watch me wrestling + flirting with another woman that isnt his mother), but BFFR. Not even a behind the scenes of them talking? All we've gotten is them posting stories of one another. Come AWN neow HHH !☠️
7. okay so now were breaking up the terror twins. 💀 idk if triple H is trying to make Liv look weak or just ruin rhea's entire career. these bookings and plot line is ass and they did this w sasha banks tew. Look where she at now 🤷🏽‍♀️ anywayyy,, i dont get WHY they would break them up either. It also sort of ruins damians character and their bond w eachother that wwe has built up for years + the irl bond they have. Damian has sacrificed his own body to protect her, and now he got one win and all of a sudden he needs to go solo and leave a broken up rhea behind? NAW. He would not dew that. If u told last week Damian abt ts he'd slap u silly and knock the mario coins outta u.
8. i lowk stopped watching after that roman and cody match bcz i didnt care to see the rest so idk what all happened after that, so spare me guyss...
9. honestly,, jimmy coming back made me happy as a mf. Holdon let me show yall
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10. Do i gaf thats not they names.. nooo not rlly lol haha anwyays
11. am i happy that my baby daddy roman won? Hell ya!
12. am i even happier that he came back for cody? HELLLLL YEEEEAHHHHHHH
13. am i confused at the rock comin back and not saying shit? ..yes
14. but anyways thats js my take on the situation. Maybe it's tew much yapping and not alot of sense behind these words, maybe it's just me seeing the drew vs punk first and expecting SO much more. I was expecting like rhea 2 go dummy crazy on Liv likkke. I wanted to see Rhea 'the bloody eradicator' ripley beatin ho's ass! But anyways i guess not 😭😭
15. i guess this isnt the end of the feud? Idk.. adding raquel into beef that should of just been rhea vs liv was a dumb ass move idc !
16. bye yall 😛
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rowretro · 9 months ago
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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧
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WARNINGS: 
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✧CHAPTER 19✧
5 years have passed and those 5 years have been filled with more fights and drug cartels trying to attack the Nishimura family.  Riki was trying to let go of the drug business, with his hands stained with so much blood and his family constantly being under attack. However, once you pick up a gun there’s no letting go of it. Kyle was now 10, still somewhat unaware of the drug business. Now he is 10, he does understand what’s good and bad, Which just makes Yeonjun’s job much easier.
“Well aren’t you a little cutie~” y/n cooed as Kyle sighed “Mom I’m not cute anymore- I’m literally the coolest kid in my school- stop emba-” he cut himself when he saw y/n go to Yeseol who was playing with her toys “what is my little expert doing today?” y/n asked as the girl smiled up at her “I’m making pasghetti!” She squealed, as Kyle frowned. “Awww pasghettti- you’re so cute~” Y/n cooed, cradling the 5 year old as she kisses her forehead. “Kyle, I packed your bag for football sweetie, daddy will drop you off kay?” the girl adds before heading to the kitchen.
Kyle walks over to Yeseol, his arms crossed as he stared down at her. “Want sum pasghetti?” the girl asked as the boy frowned “We all know you can say it! Even I could when I was 5” Kyle said as Yeseol pouted. “Kyle are you ready to go?” Riki asked as he grabs his keys. “Yeah- I’ll be in the car-” He said before running to the front seat. “Daddy!” Yeseol squealed, making grabby hands at Riki, smiling, he picked her up and twirled the little girl around. “Daddy will be back soon sweetie, go play with mommy for now~” Riki said, before placing a soft kiss on the little girl’s forehead.
“Mommy…. Happy buwfday!” the 5 year old said as she gave y/n a cute little drawing of the 4 of them, in pink, smiling, she picked up the girl, kissing her cheek, she sat on the sofa with Yeseol in her lap. “You drew this on yourself? No wayyy…. Daddy helped you didn’t he?” she playfully narrowed her eyes as the 5 year old started whining. “No no sweetie I’m joking, it’s just so beautiful~” she complimented, hugging her softly. 
Meanwhile, Riki was driving Kyle to football. “Kyle, score some goals and come home a proud footballer, and don’t forget, have fun. It’s not all about winning” he pointed out as the boy shrugged “But you do know I will end up winning anyway right?” the boy asked as Riki snickered. Just as Riki was going to go in for a hug, Kyle held his hand up.
“We don’t hug we high five or fist bump.” He said as Riki rolled his eyes playfully. “Also please don’t tell mom about the lost sweater… she thinks it was stolen, and my pencil case, and my old glasses, and my-” “Kyle it’s ok- I won’t snitch on you for losing those things, as long as you back me up about that lost shirt, She got it for me on valentines day…” Riki trailed off as Kyle nodded, heading off to the pitch.
Riki bid him goodbye before driving home, the scene he was met with was already horrifying as is, smashed, gunshot windows. He didn’t bother parking in the garage, he left his vehicle and ran inside the building, feather stuffing from the pillows, smashed furniture, and trickles of blood. “y/n, Yeseol?! Please tell me you’re ok-” he called out, with hopes that none of them were hurt. To his luck he found them, in a corner, Yeseol safely hidden in y/n’s arms.
“Are they gone?” Y/n asked as Riki nodded, bending down to their level. God it was heartbreaking to see his 5 year old covering her ears, as she snuggled into y/n, the little girl probably confused about what was happening. Crying, she walked over to Riki, hugging him, the male carried her, gently rocking her and reassuring that everything was ok while Y/n just glared at him. She helped the maids around a little with the cleaning, as the windows get replaced by bulletproof ones, more than just one window on each windowspace.
Riki walked into the living room that evening, a first aid kit in his hand as he approached y/n. She had been ignoring him since the incident, her heart still pounding every time she thinks about Yeseol, or what could’ve happened if it wasn’t for her fast actions. “Show me.” he simply said as he opened the box, the girl frowned “What is there to show? I'm perfectly fine, no thanks to you.” She said as Riki sighed. “Honey, running your wounds under cold water won’t solve it. Just show me them please…” he asked as the girl did so.
There were no major wounds, just a few pretty deep cuts, a big one across her palm. Every little cut and drip of blood was a reminder that Riki was a danger to the woman he loves, and the kids he holds dearly to his heart. It fucking hurt his heart as he hear her soft hisses and whimpers from pain. Why was he like this? Why can’t he just stop? Wasn’t Kyle holding onto his dear life as a baby enough of a reminder. Running away from his gang life clearly put him in more danger, but embracing this life still puts his family in danger.
“I know you’re mad at me… but… I’m sorry, also Yeseol is in the garden” he said nonchalantly as y/n glared at him “YOU LET OUR 5 YEAR OLD IN THE GARDEN IN THIS DARK???” She asked, maddened, before running to open the door, as she did so, she froze in her step.
“Happy Birthday babe~” Riki said with a mischievous smile as he back-hugged her. Both kids were there with Heeseung, the boys, Riki’s parents. A beautiful birthday cake, and the most ethereal view she had ever seen, her eyes on the beautiful pink lanterns flying up, along with balloons. “God I hate that I can’t stay mad at you” she pouted as Riki kissed her nose.
✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧
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dangermousie · 1 year ago
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Welcome to the Circle of Love ep 1, better titled as Warlord Amnesia BDSM aka thank you for the present, youku!
Youku once again proves that its short dramas are where it’s at. I will be very sad once the censors inevitably wake up to the craziness going on in short dramas but until that day, welcome to Republican warlords the way they should be done - violent and sex having! Ep 1 packs a lot in its short 11 minute runtime. And not an innocent ingenue or wholesome male lead in sight!
We open on a woman in a bridal outfit who is having a very hot wedding night but not the way she imagined.
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Our poor heroine has just seen her whole family, including dad, massacred and flambeed. 
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I especially appreciate the shot of the pocket watch she drops because nobody will convince me it’s not a little nod to Too Late to Say I Love You, the last time a proper length cdrama had an appropriately unhinged and murderous warlord ML.
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Anyway, two years later, meet our scrumptious ML aka Warlord McWhorington. He is known for three things (a) murdering heroine’s family aka richest family in wherever and thus earning bigwig’s approbation (b) sleeping his way to the top by banging bigwig’s daughter (no, the gossipers make it explicit he earned his rank in bed. They are wrong, it’s clearly bed and murder) and (c ) being a violent sexy headcase.
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He is there to chill with his girlfriend/sugar mama (who is rocking the possessive unhinged secondary girl vibe like a 2002 kdrama secondary girl, I am all for it!) but his attention is drawn by a pretty, masked singer. By his girlfriend’s reaction, not the first time either. Do they have oats in China? Because that man is clearly sowing his.
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Anyway, everyone dances and the singer deliberately swaps partners to dance with sexy warlord. His gun IS big and very hard after all.
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Bwahaha secondary girl, same!
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Masked dancer lady makes small chitchat like asking him if he prefers to bury his enemies’ bodies whole or chopped into pieces and what he likes to do with his women. “If she is an enemy, make her submit” replies the hero in case we didn’t get before what kind of kink we are catering to here!
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Then he gropes her in public! But it’s OK, everything nothing pervy, because he’s just disarming her from the gun and knife she somehow hid under her slinky clothes. Ooooh boy, pls censors, don’t come for short dramas for years, I need my unwholesome fun. 
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There is clearly no covid social distancing in the 1930s.
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It’s OK, she steals the gun back and prepares to end him with the cliche but pithy “go to hell.”
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Unfortunately for her but fortunately for this not becoming the world’s shortest drama, he’s removed the bullets. Oops.
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“Chivalry is dead,” quoth the warlord as he knocks her out.
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The mask is removed and shocker!!! It’s the wedding dress lady from the opening/the surviving daughter of family warlord offed. How he could not tell it was her with the few little beads covering her face is beyond me. I know he’s around weapons a lot but gun noises damage hearing not eyesight.
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We go back to the opening scene or shortly after, during which we see her confront him after the flaming hot wedding night and he informs her that yes he offed her fam but fair is fair, his fam murdered 10 people in his, made his father starve to death and made him watch his mother be raped and then commit suicide. I’d say “otherwise known as Thursday in cdramaland,” but let’s face it, this hasn’t been a thing in proper length cdramas in a decade and I feel like someone who’s been seeking the grail of dogblood melo for so long and finally found a whole store’s worth of said grails.
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I used you to get close to your family explains the hero, and poor heroine, born too early for Goodbye My Princess to exist, is stunned. 
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She attempts to murder him (as one does), misses him and falls into the water and as she’s getting soaked and rinsed, we get a flashback in a flashback (flashback squared?) to their happy times.
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Now we are back in the present and she wakes up chained in his room. There are worse fates tbh.
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And then, in a twist that surprises utterly nobody, she goes “who are you?” because the Lord is kind and good to me and has time-traveled this drama to 2005 and we have AMNESIA!!!!!
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Anyway, ep ends and I am hooked hooked hooked! This is like someone putting every Fei Wo Si Cun novel into a blender, and I cannot resist. Take a bit of Goodbye My Princess, stir in a large portion of Too Late to Say I Love You and some Siege in Fog; from previews later even a touch of Sealed with a Kiss. And we are ready!
I approve of all these people being dark and unhinged and murderhappy and not wholesome role models proper dramas keep giving us. I approve of the hero looking hot AND like he eats. I approve of the heroine being all about slaughter. Etc. 
This is not as cracktastic as Maid’s Revenge - after all ML’s clothes stayed completely on the whole ep, and not as good as A Familiar Stranger or as atmospheric as Provoke but it further cements my feeling that short dramas are where it’s at for me.
PS ML of Too Late to Say I Love You says hi!
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wrightanatomyau · 1 year ago
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Chat fic, Lucas's verse. File 1
Opening chat: Fam
PapaClaus😎: I’m going to the grocery store on my way home, anyone wants anything?
💕Marsh💕: I want choco cookies!!! 🍪🍪🍪 and cake!!!! pls 🎂 pls 🍰 pls 🥺
MomLuke🌻: Marsh we have sweets home.
PapaClaus😎: Listen to your mother Marsh *wink wink*
💕Marsh💕: Ok dad :c *wink wink*
MomLuke🌻: Claus, if I see a single new package of cookies or whatever, you are sleeping in the car.
PapaClaus😎: You wouldn’t do that to your own brother 🥺
💕Marsh💕: Dady I think mom knows about the wink 😣
PapaClaus😎: I think he does 😣
💕Marsh💕: F cookies 😢
PapaClaus😎: You will be remembered 🤧
💕Marsh💕: 🫡
Lucas smiled at his phone, he may buy a small cake on his back anyway. A new notification popped up. The chat belonged to the special task force of the police department. Just in case Marsh wanted to play with his phone he named it something lame like work.
He opened the chat called Work.
Teddy: Lucas, I sent you some stuff, please review it asap. I think your suspicions were correct.
Lloyd: I sent you the results from forensics too. This bastard is sick.
Tony: And that is saying something considering our usual cases.
Luke: Ok, I will review everything now.
He put his phone down and concentrated on the documents. This damned psychopath, he always regretted being right in cases like this. If it weren’t for some documents that he had access thanks to his profession as a lawyer, they may have never figured out he targeted kids too.
Filled with determination and anger he started to make all the mental note necessary to help the team get proof without falling in some kind of legal loophole that could harm the designated prosecutor’s case later.
The cases they dealt were so delicate that even the police needed direct assistant in some legals matters. He was so focused on what he needed to say that he opened the first chat in his list, without realising that the order had changed while he review the documents.
Opening chat: Fam
💕Marsh💕: And tifanny said that may dress was cute! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° 🥰 💞
PapaClaus😎: I’m glad sweety. See? What did your dad say? You rock all looks! 😎
💕Marsh💕: Thanks dady! 😽💖
MomLuke🌻: That motherfucker is fucked, wait a minute I will send you something, this bloody asshole is going down.
💕Marsh💕: Curse words! 😧
PapaClaus😎: Bro! Wrong chat! Don’t curse here dude!
💕Marsh💕: Mom is a bad example 😢
PapaClaus😎: We are having a LONG chat when you get home. Like seriously Lucas, check your app before sending stuff.
💕Marsh💕: Dady what does fuck mean? 🤔🤔🤔
PapaClaus😎: … Do you see what you did Lucas? 😑
Lucas was screaming as silently as a grown-up man in his personal office could do. He was so screwed!
MomLuke🌻: Sorry… I will be more careful next time.
This message has been deleted
PapaClaus😎: 😒
💕Marsh💕: 😒
Opening chat: Work
Luke: I will send you a document soon, wait a minute please, something came up.
Tony: What happened?
Teddy: Are you alright?
Lloyd: ????
Luke: I accidentally cursed on my family chat thinking I was talking with you guys.
Tony: 🤣
Teddy: 🤣🤣
Lloyd: 🤣🤣🤣
Teddy: Alright, go and make some damage control 😂
Luke: 😓
Opening chat: Fam
MomLuke🌻: What if I tell you that I will buy cake on my way home?
💕Marsh💕: Cake! 🍰 Thank fuck! We have cake dady! ❤️🎂❤️
PapaClaus😎: … Do you see what you did? 😒
MomLuke🌻: I’m so sorry! 😱
Lucas left his phone aside and let his head rest in his hands. Was it too late to say that he was going to arrive late home today? Probably it was.
His phone’s screen lit up; Claus send him a direct message. He was not hearing the end of this soon, wasn’t he?
Happy Luness everyone!
This thime, and I think that for the first time ever in a fanfic? We introduce you Claus's daugther! Li'l Miss Marshmallow! (and in some future Ninten's daughter too asdasd)
Now I kinda want cake too :v
✨L✨
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one-green-frog · 3 years ago
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hellooooo heyyyyy hiiiii!! Can I please have a Muzan who has a male son? Maybe when he’s playing with flowers, he suddenly manages to grow a blue spider lily? Like his son having flower magic? pls take your timeee byeee
My Pretty Flower
Muzan x son reader
Ok so I wasn't completely sure how to start or how to end it, so I hope you can still enjoy it
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(name) was an unusual boy to say the least. Unlike his father, Muzan, he was always happy-go-lucky and seemed to never have a bad day. Even though they were so different Muzan held a soft spot for the little ball of happiness.
Not only did he obtain the affection of the demon lord himself, but also all the Upper Moons. Head pats and cuddle-sessions were a must when Douma or Daki looked after the kid. It entertained everyone when the kid told them enthusiastically about his adventures of the day, usually it was about the bugs he caught at night or a paticular rock he found, while venturing outside. Of course, always companioned by an Upper Moon or Muzan himself.
Due to the fascinating with flowers, Muzan forced some lower demons to make a garden specifically with flowers that bloom at night. And that smile (name) had in his face would even melt the coldest hearts. Though Muzan did panic a bit when he saw (name) crying, but luckily these were tears of happiness.
Now (name) spent most of his time out in the garden, doing whatever little kids did and just enjoying his time. That was until he felt a strange sensation in his hands and the next thing he knew, flowers sprouted where his hands touched the ground. (name) was surprised, had he awoken his blood demon art? His ability was to grow flowers?
How...
AMAZING!!!
The boy had the time of his life, touching whatever surface he could get his little hands on, enjoying the range of colors that now adored the garden. He stood proud at the entrance and looked at the art he just created. That was until he noticed an almost glowing blue color in his peripheral vision. Curious about what kind of flower it was, he started to walk in it's direction.
The moment he got his fingers on the, what he now knew was a lily, he ran inside his home to show his father and the rest on the Upper Moons what he had created.
He slammed the shoji door open, held the flower up and enthusiastically said
"Papa, look what I made, isn't it beautiful?! "
Silence. Everyone in the room was now staring at the boy, who still held his arm up, with a smile on his face. They all were in disbelief, had the boy just created the flower they all had been looking for? Was that seriously a blue spider lily? His blood demon art was... creating flowers?
Muzan forced everyone out of the room, except (name) of course, and took the flower to thoroughly study it. (name) couldn’t understand why everyone was acting so different now, especially his father. At first he felt as though they were disappointed in him, maybe his ability was too weak?. But his mood quickly changed once his father came out of his lab and practiacally smushed him with the hug he gave him. His father praised him to the moon and back and made (name) feel like the greatest person on earth.
Muzan, being the great father he is, didn’t tell him that, because of his ability, he ended the war between the demons and the slayers. Now he could finally destroy Ubuyashiki Kagaya and his beloved children
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hyunjilicious · 4 years ago
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movie night [bucky barnes]
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Summary: you and Bucky are left alone for a few minutes while Sam and Steve go to the store to buy drinks. Of course you can't keep your hands off each other. 1.2k
Warnings: y/n is very clingy and needy but Bucky is super soft and sweet, touching, groping, grinding, explicit language, cockwarming. 18+ PLEASE
A/n: I wrote this in 10 minutes and didn't edit so pls don't @me 🥺
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It would be rude to say just how happy you were Sam and Steve left to grab some more drinks. You had been waiting for this moment for the last 30 minutes, and now they were finally gone, but your time alone was limited; so after locking the door behind them, you eagerly tip-toed your way back into the living room.
The lights were off, the movie paused, and Bucky was sitting on the couch, his elbows on top of his knees, as he lazily scrolled through his phone.
Perfect, you thought.
He didn't seem to hear you approach, but that didn't stop you. Without even bothering to push his phone out of the way, you simply plopped in his lap, eliciting a soft huff from his part.
"What are you doing?" he laughed, wrapping his arms around your frame, not at all bothered by your sudden interruption.
"Nothing" you giggled. Making yourself more comfortable in his embrace, you allowed your head to fall back against his shoulder.
"I didn't give you attention for an hour and you got bored, didn't you?" Bucky teased.
His smile was audible in his tone, purely showing you just how much he loved having you cling to him like that. His hands traveled up and down your sides as you struggled to cuddle deeper into his hold, but your back was pressed flush to his chest, and there simply was no way for you to get any closer.
"Hold me" you whined.
"I am!"
"Hold me tighter"
"What's gotten into you?" Bucky questioned.
You weren't about to answer that, and frankly, he didn't expect you to, either. He was enjoying this as much as you were. The smell of your shampoo tickled his nose as he kissed along your neck, his breath hot and damp against your skin. Marks would soon appear, judging by the way his teeth kept teasing your flesh. But the sensual bites he provided were not enough, you wanted more.
"Baby-" you cried, cupping his cheek into your palm as you squirmed around in his lap.
"What's wrong, kitten? Tell me, I'll make it so much better for you, let me fix it. What's gotten you upset?"
"I'm not upset..."
"Then?" he pushed, lifting your chin with his fingers. He couldn't really see you, the lights were too dim, but he was so close to you. All up in your personal space - or you were in his? It didn't really matter. "Tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I wanna make it better"
"I don't know what it is..." you whined further and hid your face in the crook of his neck. This made him laugh, his chest shaking under your weight.
"But if you knew, you'd tell me, right?" he asked, kissing your shoulder.
"Yeah"
"Promise?"
"Mhm"
"Well, then" Bucky sighed, "Until you can figure out what's been bothering you, why don't I focus on treating my baby right for a second?"
His words forced a smile to part your lips, but you kept quiet. He knew you well enough, not needing any kind of confirmation from you. 
When his hands found your hips, a thought that maybe this wasn't the best idea crossed your mind. But it soon got obliterated by the feeling of Bucky's wondering fingers exploring your body. He didn't shy away from groping absolutely every single curve of your frame, not even stopping when his hands ended up between your legs.
"Don't get wet on me, right now, ok?" Bucky commanded, patting your clothed pussy, "The boys will be back any second"
"Fuck them" you laughed, clenching your thighs around his hand.
"Be nice" 
The fact that his voice sounded as if he was scolding you, made you even needier. The heat inside your chest burned hotter, and you just refused to control yourself any longer.
"Kiss me" you pouted, leaning a bit to the side so you could face him.
"Aw, baby, come here" Bucky urged you, helping you settle so that you wouldn't put too big of a strain on your neck. His intentions were good but the position was fucked. None of you cared though.
His lips found yours in the darkness, not even missing by an inch. He tasted like beer, but he was warm and tender. A little moan and soft bite later, he dropped the nice boy act and pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You went limp inside his hold, bringing your legs together as your hips grinded down on his crotch.
Judging by the pained grunt that escaped his throat you realised just good that felt for him. So you picked up your pace - moving your hips in a circular motion, putting that perfect amount of strain on his hardening cock.
If doing so provided you with pleasure too, when his hands pushed their way up your tummy and under your shirt, you almost felt your breath being cut short. But you didn't break the kiss, it just became sloppier and way less calculated than before.
Bucky's hands cupped your breasts, his fingers toying with your overly sensitive nipples. He started with gentle tugs and experienced caresses, but soon enough he was grabbing you without control, your body registering the pain as pleasure.
You were both a mess, moaning and grinding, your breathing irregular as neither one of you wanted to be the first to break the moment. But thankfully, or not, you had Steve and Sam for that, as the sound of the door bell almost had your heart stop.
"Shit!" Bucky cursed, breaking the kiss. He spoke against your lips, panting and seemingly unwilling to do much about his friends that were waiting on the hallway.
"I'll get it" you whispered, pecking his cheek before jumping to your feet.
He didn't protest, but instead stormed past you and towards the bedroom as you opened the door for the boys.
They barged in, already a bit tipsy, more than ready to get back to the movie. The three of you sat down on the couch, gossiping about the actors on screen, until Bucky returned. You had absolutely no idea what he did, but you weren't about to ask now. 
"Here's your beer, man" Sam announced, handing Bucky a freshly opened bottle.
"Thanks!" your boyfriend said as he plopped down by your side. 
About a minute later, you barely got a chance to cuddle back into his side and the movie was already on.
Frankly, you had a hard time paying attention to what was happening on the screen, but you still did you best, until the feeling of Bucky wrapping you in a blanket drew your attention. Unaware of how unusual that was, and completely oblivious to Bucky's intentions, you spoke up. "You guys want to get under the blanket?"
Steve didn't even bother to answer, but Sam looked completely offended. "Y/n, it's the middle of July"
"Oh" you laughed, "So no?"
"No!"
Still clueless, you shuffled closer to Bucky and turned to look at the screen, until you felt his hand slip under the waistband of your leggings. "Keep quiet, ok?" he whispered in your ear, only moving further after you sent him a shy, approving nod.
With ease, he brought you closer against his chest, pushed your pants and underwear down, and slid his rock hard cock inside your pussy. You covered your whimper with a cough, your eyes watering from the sudden sensation of being filled to the brim.
"How long till the end of this movie?" you barely managed to ask.
"They haven't even assembled yet" Sam laughed, "So maybe two hours?"
Great.
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finelinevogue · 3 years ago
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I love your “little moments” series… I have a weak spot for dad!Harry💕 and I love the relationship between the family’s members 🤗 and I really hope u will continue to update it! And for this series I would like to request Harry doing the 73 questions interview for Vogue and his kids and wife make an appearance (u can choose if the kids are toddlers or teens) and they even answer some questions OR an Howard Stern interview where Harry is asked about his family,maybe the host makes like not so nice-low key shady comments on his wife and on Harry’s daughter coming out story. Ok I’ m done, so sorry ik it’s so long 😅 it’s just I love your series sooo muchhh 🥰🥰 ok I’m done love u have a good day 😘
i’d love to answer this one!! thank you so much for loving my little series💕this one’s for you and for the other request i got which i’m combing with this: “Harry is doing a interview on facetime when his kid crashes the interview.” so pls enjoy and yeah enjoy;
oli - 6, felix - 4, belle - 1
The day had finally arrived for Harry Styles to complete the 73 Questions with Vogue.
It had come to be the promo for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and his schedule was booked with interview after interview after interview, and it wasn’t ideal for this to all be happening months whilst also having to look after three meddling toddlers, one of whom had only recently turned 1 years old.
The house was chaos. Fun, but chaos. And it was also the setting of this interview.
“Alright you lot, this way.” You shoved your children along to your living room, giving Harry the space he needed with Joe Sabia - the interviewer.
“Thank you love, see you later.” He blew a kiss to you and returned his focus to Joe. This interview was the first of many and it was also a major marketing ploy. These types of interviews were so highly recommended for Harry to be involved in and Jeff had thought it was about time for him to do one.
Joe had arrived around 15 minutes ago, just to
run over the script and remind Harry of the pre-determined questions - which reminded him of the answers that you’d run through with him the night before. Now the cameras were set up, the mic people were all at stand-by and Joe was ready it was time to begin. The children had been so fascinated by all these new people, after not seeing anyone for months due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is why it took a lot of trouble to get them to shuffle away from their beloved dad.
A fake door knock arose.
“Harry Styles hello!”
“Hi!” Harry waved at the camera.
“I’m here to do the Vogue 73 Questions, shall we get to it?”
“Of course! Come in!” Harry welcomed Joe into the house and shut the door behind him, not trusting his little ones to not escape if they were running wild.
“Beautiful house! Is it your only one?”
“No, but it’s my only one in London.” Harry made a point of not exploiting how many houses he did have and where they were. In fact, you still didn’t know about the Island that he was currently investing in just for you. You were a huge conservation activist and so Harry thought you could spend your free time helping the fragile ecosystem on this island.
“Did you design it yourself?”
“Me and my wife built the plans, but we go the experts to finish it all off.”
“What’s your favourite room?”
“Um, probably the living room.”
“Why?”
“So many of my favourite memories have happened in there.”
“Could you give us some?”
Harry could give loads, but they were far too precious for him to just give away. The living room wasn’t even a massive room, it was quite quaint with a couple of sofas, a logwood fire and then rugs and paintings on the walls. It was a home within a home. It was where Felix had taken his first steps. It was where Oli had spoken his first words. It was where Belle had fallen over for the first time and given herself nasty carpet burn. It was where presents were opened at Christmas. It was where you and Harry had made love next to the fire. It was where Felix and Oli had had their first tiny argument. It was where you spent family nights. If your house was a map then that room marked X the spot.
It was treasure. Priceless.
“My favourite would probably be when my wife, Y/N, spilt red wine all over the new white carpet and then proceeded to throw white wine over the stain because she’d read somewhere that it helps to get rid of it.” Harry chuckled at the memory.
“Did it?”
“No, God no. The carpet’s grey now.”
Joe laughed, as did Harry.
“I have to say Harry, you’re looking very fashionable today who are you wearing?”
“Gucci.” He blushed, because he knew that everyone would’e known that without question. He was wearing a lilac silk shirt with his name embroidered on it - but really it was to symbolise your last name not his - with a white wife-beater shirt and white shorts. He looked rich.
“Shouldn’t have asked really? Is your wife as much a Gucci avid fan?”
“She hates anything expensive. I think she still wears the same jeans she was wearing at university!” He knew you’d hit him later for saying that.
“So she’s a hoarder?”
“God yeah. She keeps everything and anything.” Harry laughed in admiration.
“Has she always been?”
“Always. When we went on our first date, her bag was so full that she couldn’t find her purse and she was so embarrassed because she thought I would think she was taking advantage of who I was. Anyways I did end up paying that night, but she had actually, I don’t know how, sent me money for her portion of the bill. From that moment I knew it was going to be her.”
“Do you write songs about her?
“Every day.” He smiled at the thought of the one he’d written just this morning.
“Which one is your favourite about her?”
“I don’t know about favourite, but the one I hold closest to my heart is probably ‘Fine Line’.” Harry stopped there, not wanting to share the intimate details of why and Joe respected that.
“Do your children have a favourite song of yours?”
“They go crazy for Kiwi and Golden. Belle loves Treat People and Oli knows the dance to that one actually.”
“Did you choreograph the dance for TPWK?”
“Partially, but I had help from my friend Paul and Y/N helped too actually.”
Harry and Joe had now made it through the house, weaving in and out of rooms, until they had made it to the Garden. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to shut the bifold doors to the living room and so as soon as Harry came into focus for your children they immediately ran for him. Oli and Felix could run quite well, but Belle was a lot slower. She was only learning how to walk and so she fell a lot, unless she was being supported by you or Harry. Oli reached his dad first and then Felix, to which Harry knelt down to embrace them in ‘super-dad’ hugs as he liked to call them.
“And who do we have here?” Joe asked.
“Trouble.” Harry replied in jest, but whispered something into his boys ears before backing away.
“Hello i’m Oli.” Oli waved proudly to the camera.
“Hi i’m Fix.” Feliz shied into his dads neck, embarrassed of himself. Harry kissed the back of his head and kept a hold oh him around his back for comfort.
“Fix?” Joe asked at the peculiar name.
“It’s Felix, but he can’t pronounce his own name for some reason so we just call him Fix now. Or Flix. Don’t we buddy?”
“Oh my! I’m so sorry about this!” You ran out in panic, knowing your one job was to keep the kids entertained and away from their dad. At least that was the original plan, but both Harry and Joe like this idea so much more. You were blushing red in embarrassment, picking up a fallen over Belle on your way over to everyone else. “So sorry.”
Belle became restless in your arms, reaching forward for her dad. She whined when she couldn’t quite reach and Harry immediately stood up to take his winging daughter from your arms. As he did, he leant into you and whispered in your ear whilst leaving it a warm kiss behind.
“You’re okay love. Don’t be sorry.”
“Hello Y/N!” Joe spoke.
“Hiya! How are you?”
“I’m great, and you?”
“Peachy.” You laughed, leaning down to collect Felix who was making grabby hands at you. Oli was quite happy standing next to both his parents, one of Harrys hands running through his tiny locks of hair.
“So now we have the family together, how do you feel to all be together?”
You looked to Harry smiled to find him smiling back already at you, knowing you both had a very similar answer. “It feels right. It feels like home.” You answered and Harry nodded in agreement, giving Belle a gentle rock in his arms.
“Are you okay with showing your children’s faces publicly?”
“No we’re not.”
“Looks like we have a hell of a lot of editing to do back at HQ.” Joe laughed, but completely understood the reasoning behind yours two decision. If needed, you could re-film scenes of this interview so that it didn’t include your children. Joe had done his best to keep the camera on you and Harry and luckily the children kept their faces buried in their parents necks anyways. “Is that going to be forever?”
“When they are old enough to decide whether they want to be in the spotlight then we’ll see.” Harry smiled, holding onto Belle tighter because all he wanted to do was keep her protected, and his, forever.
“You two seem like very good parents.” Joe spoke sincerely, and it made you swallow down a sob because it was always really lovely to hear such compliments - knowing you’d struggled with postnatal depression.
“Thank you Joe.” Harry nodded respectfully.
“Okay let’s carry on?”
The interview carried on until Harry had answered so many questions. He redid bits, due the children being too involved and he re-filmed answers to questions he found difficult to answer the first time around. He had such a great experience and was happy with the way that the day turned out.
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chippedaxe · 3 years ago
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Would you consider doing mcyt hc’s of their s/o pegging them? You kinda touched on it in some of the heat hc’s but I wanna know under other circumstances how it’d go
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Title: 𝒫𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝒸𝓎𝓉'𝓈
Warnings: NSFW (Minor's DNI), coarse language, Pegging, dominance, praise, degrading, a bit of blood, binding/ rope bunny content, begging, scratching, biting, hair pulling, breeding
Pronouns: They/Them (you can imagine that the reader either has a penis or is wearing a strap on)
Synopsis: The reader finally pegs the dsmp, this is how they react.
Word count: 1.2K
Note: I hope this is ok !! I also get that it gets a little bit more rough towards the end of this? I hope that I covered all warnings (if not then pls just let me know)
Edit: I JUST REALISED THAT I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS 😭😭
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c! Dream
- He hates the idea of it, how was he meant to enjoy something like that? The way that you convince him is by telling him that he's allowed to be on top, he can control it however he wants.
- He didn't want you to stretch him out and make an embarrassment of him so he did it himself, his fingers reaching inside of his twitching hole "you enjoying yourself, dream?"
- He gets pissed at your little sly comments but also gets aroused from what you say, your stupid words making their way into his head and straight down to his cock.
- He lowers himself down onto you slowly, groaning deeply as it entered him. Your dick stretched his ass even more, he couldn't help whining, it felt like he was being split open! "Fuck!" He cursed as he bounced lightly, getting himself off on you.
- You feel his walls clench around you and that's when he lets go and cums all over your stomach, he slumps down and doesn't bother to move off your cock for a while. Dream just sits there while trying to catch his breath, gasping and squealing when you buck your hips up into him.
c! Sapnap
- He's more of a switch with you, he's normally the one to be fucking himself into you but if you request to bend him over backwards then who's he to deny you?
- He goes so soft when you start to dominate him, your chests are pressed together and your bodies are very close, not wanting to be apart or to let go.
- You slip yourself inside of him and he lets out the biggest groan "Ughhhhh.." he throws his head back gently and starts to lightly rock his hips into it. "Good boy, fuck yourself on my cock.." your whispers sent bolts of pleasure to his neglected dick.
- His hips are bruised from the way you keep grabbing at them.
- Let's just say that after the first time you peg him, you guys are doing it a whole lot more..
c! George
- Sex with him is usually quite peaceful and gentle, soft skin on skin, kisses and hickies peppered everywhere on your collarbone and neck.
- You suggested pegging to him and the tips of his ears turned red "pegging? you.. want to fuck me?" he was nervous but you could tell from the tent in his pants that he was totally into the idea.
- His back is arched and his hands are gripping tightly to the sheets, you thrust into him roughly and he has to stop himself from screaming in pleasure.
- You move the sheet so he can place it in his mouth and use it as a gag to shut himself up while you're making a big mess of him.
- There's scratches and blood running down your back from George's recklessness, George has bloodied teeth marks on his shoulder from you being uncareful.
- You have to take him to the bath immediately since he's basically drenched in both of your cum, he's also covered in dried sweat, salty tears and a bit of blood. It's such a pretty sight to see.
c! Eret
- She's not sure of the idea but she knows she's going to be teasing you either way, "oh.. you want to take control over me now? Are you sure you're able to handle that?"
- Your hands are tugging on his hair, fingers getting tangled in his beautiful locks. "C'mon baby, let me fuck inside of you, please.." You basically have to beg them to let you peg him.
- You stretch her out with your fingers, you look in their face for any signs of discomfort but its all fine. You glance up and see him biting down on his lip trying to stay quiet, you smirk as you realize that maybe he enjoys this more than they're letting on.
- You slide in slowly, groaning softly as you slide in. Eret gives out the sweetest moan "ah!" you thrust your hips into them again to hear more of his lovely noises "fuck.. fuck me" Eret rolls her eyes back and squirms around on the bed for a bit.
- He has an amazing orgasm, nails digging into your shoulders as she comes down from their high. This would definitely not be the last time you guys did that.
c! Karl
- He has no problems with letting his baby do what they want, especially since he knows that he can just travel back and prevent it from ever happening if it ever went bad.
- He's nervous when you show him your length, he's seen it before but not up against his stomach like that. He gulped and gave the okay that he was ready for you to enter.
- You inserted yourself into his fleshy cave and moaned as his walls were perfectly shaped around your cock, "oh fuck! please!" Karl gasped and shivered in pleasure.
- He would sometimes rub up against your cock if he was feeling in the mood but didn't feel like making the effort to thrust inside of you, he knows that you'll take real good care of him.
- He lets out so much more cum when you fuck him instead of when he fucks you. His load shooting out onto your chest as he rides you.
c! Punz
- There was literally no way to get him to listen to your requests, "please? it'd make me so happy!" you pleaded "I know other ways to make you happy, darling" he'd dismiss your pleas "I'll do anything!" you cried "you'd do anything for me anyways"
- One day you got the bright idea to tell him that the egg told you that you needed to fuck him "it says I need to breed you <3" is what you say when he wakes up to you rubbing him through his pants.
- "We don't have to, you can always deny the egg.." you knew he would've let you peg him at some point later on with a bit of convincing but you felt as if this would help encourage him for later on when you might do this again.
- He is the tightest fucking man you've ever felt, you have to check multiple times throughout to make sure that you're not hurting him. He looks so euphoric on your cock though, he breaths heavily and is desperately not trying to give in to you.
- You tell him the truth when you guys finish up "I lied, the egg never told me to breed you <3" you confess "Obviously it wouldn't"
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himitsu-luna · 4 years ago
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࣪𑁍˖՚༹⌒ Domestic chores with Nct 127 ⌒ ༹՚˖𑁍 ࣪
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ᨳ☆‧˚Taeil
Taeil always feels kinda discouraged to start doing the chores, and he drags you along on procrastinating with him
"Come here, Y/N, stay with me a little bit more! Let's cuddle five more minutes, okay?". You agree, ofc, and you stay on the bed for a little too long, talking about the zillion things you have to do, but not having the guts to leave each other's arms.
When you start cleaning the house though, he really gets into it. No dirty spots and no dusty surfaces escape his strong hands.
He plays the most random songs, from classic music to heavy EDM, and you vibe together while doing the chores, bouncing with your brooms in hands and spinning your stained cloths in the air.
In the kitchen, he always gladly cooks for you. But after a long tiring day doing domestic chores, you both agree on ordering some food, spending the night just chilling, watching a movie in the middle of which Taeil probably will fall asleep.
ᨳ☆‧˚Johnny
Johnny is the one who organizes the chores at home. He assigns what each one needs to do, and there you go, his high energy overflowing from his body, encouraging you and providing you the ignition you needed.
"I clean up here, you clean down there" - he says with a suspicious smirk. You don't know if he is making fun of you or if he is being considerate.
He needs his coffee pauses, and he makes you take a break too. You talk about the most random daily things, which always leads to precious bonding moments, the kitchen getting filled with laidback laughs.
Then you continue your activities, in your own pace, jamming to some soft background music.
Johnny likes to offer you rewards. "If we finish this today, I'll buy us some nice ice cream, and then I'll take you to the movies. Deal?"
ᨳ☆‧˚Taeyong
Taeyong has the most endearing way of convincing you that it's time to do some domestic chores. "Y/N, come hereeee! It's time for a couple activity!! I even got us matching rubber gloves, look!"
He doesn't let you do heavy tough stuff though. But when you see him struggling by himself and run to help him, he gives you the most precious smile, full of admiration and gratitude. A cute "Thank yoou!" (yes, in his cute english <3) leaves his mouth.
But there's one thing about doing chores with him that is a bit trick: he loves to rearrange the furniture and decoration. It's always extra tiring, but you have to give him the credit for your house being so cool and stylish.
Taking care of your pets is something that consumes a lot of time, but Taeyong does everything with happiness and sparkly eyes.
He makes sure you have some breaks, to keep hydrated and to eat something. He will prepare you some sandwiches, while you start to plan a little trip to the grocery shop.
ᨳ☆‧˚Yuta
Yuta and you have this synchronicity and telepathy. You think "I guess it's time to sweep the front yard". You get your broom and everything, and when you step out the house, Yuta is already there, cleaning everything.
"Oh, you had the same idea! Well, you can...", he says. "Oh, I guess I will...", you start. "....do the laundry.", you two say at the same time, smiling at each other.
He tries to do things in "Marie Kondo style". He takes a long time folding your clothes, but it's worth the effort. Your wardrobe is a beautiful piece of art.
If he thinks something is dangerous for you, he definetely won't let you do it. Changing the lamp? No no no! It's not that he thinks you're not capable of doing things, he knows you can do anything. He just can't live with the possibility of you getting hurt.
After a day of hard work, you take a warm bath together, and stay in bed for the rest of the night.
ᨳ☆‧˚Doyoung
Like Johnny, Doyoung assigns the chores. He knows the things each one of you is good at.
But he is the type of person that sees you doing something, and automatically says "Wait baby, let me do it for you", or starts helping you, out of habit.
For example: you're doing the dishes, you wash part of the things in the sink, and then you start to rinse them. Doyoung takes the opportunity to sneakily snatch the dish sponge and, it's too late, he won't give it back to you. "Don't get used to it though", he says with a little grin. You grin back, because you lost count of how many times you've heard this same sentence.
You have a lot of plants at home, and Doyoung treats them like real babies. He even bought one for you, a baby tree of your favorite fruit.
Cooking is his thing, so he makes sure you have a nice, delicious and nutricious meal everyday.
ᨳ☆‧˚Jaehyun
Jaehyun will gladly do anything you ask him to do with the best of intentions, and he does his best to help.
He looks at the weather forecast to see when it's a good day to do the laundry, he sorts the garbage for recycling, he researches the supermarkets with the best prices, and does other little things that seem unimportant, but that are truly essential.
He likes vaccuing very dirty places. The satisfaction he gets from seeing the clean path that the vaccum leaves among the dirty is priceless.
But he is clumsy, so you know you can't let him get near the fragile stuff. So the kitchen is a little bit dangerous for him
If he can't help you with something, he makes sure to support you, like a real cheerleader. "Oh yessss honey! You're doing great, wow!That's my baby!!", he says, already massaging your shoulders.
ᨳ☆‧˚Winwin
Winwin sees you getting ready to start cleaning, and he asks you what he can do to help, while wearing your spare cute apron, which makes you smile like a fool.
He follows you and do what you do, ocasionally asking you if the things he is doing are good enough.
He is extra careful when hanging the clothes out on the clothesline, making sure to spread them well to avoid any wrinkles. He knows none of you like ironing, and also you burned yourself once, and he doesn't want this to happen ever again.
He spends a considerable amount of time making your bed, changing the bed linen, tyding up the sheets and smoothing the pillows, so you can feel good in a clean space and relax with him after working hard all day long.
ᨳ☆‧˚Jungwoo
Jungwoo is very good at domestic chores. He is a tidy and organized person, so things go smoothly in your house
He has the ability of turning every boring task into a pleasant and funny experience. Out of sudden you're having a broomstick battle. Out of sudden you're blowing soap bubbles. Out of sudden you're with white flour blots all over your face, after a spontaneous flour smudge battle.
For your surprise, he is excelent on fixing things. His creativity helps him a lot, along with a couple of YouTube videos and a degree on engineering.
Times just flies by his side, and you get surprised when you see the sun going down by your window, as he streches his back and says "we're finally done!", pulling you for a little celebration dance.
Jungwoo doesn't want to cook after doing domestic chores all day long. He orders an amount of food that could feed well ten people, and you eat a lot while watching some nice series.
ᨳ☆‧˚Mark
Mark always tries his best at everything. He knows he is a little bit clumsy, so he does things carefully. Thank God he has spider senses.
A chore that is supposed to be finished in ten minutes takes thirty to be completed, but it's completely fine, because you know it will be perfectly done.
He used to get confused with all the types of cleaning products, but he eventually learned about them all and now he knows anything's purpose just by smeling it. "Mmmm very soft floral smell, must be clothes soap/ Very strong and citric, I guess this is disinfectant" (pls people, don't be like this, it's dangerous for everyone!!!)
At the end of the day, he is so satisfied looking at your team work. You can see it on his little proud smile, while he runs an arm over your shoulders and distractedly kisses your cheek.
ᨳ☆‧˚Haechan
Haechan whines for two minutes before starting doing chores, but he is a man of action after all. "The sooner we start it, the sooner we'll finish it", he says to himself.
You play rock paper scissors to decide who will be the one that will do the unpleasant chores, like cleaning the bathroom and taking the garbage out.
But hearing your heavy sigh after losing for him makes him go "ahh ok, I'll do it, don't worry, but it will cost you twenty kisses!"
He doesn't stop singing while doing the chores. He is like a walking karaoke machine,he knows every song you ask him to sing.
When he cooks for you, you often catch him talking to his mom on the phone, asking her about that dish you liked so much the last time you visited her.
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piecksz · 4 years ago
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animeverse where eren is still in his cell and hange+others have an idea of bringing ina girl to fuc to 'loosen him up' so he can give info,hange has studies n research to back this up they bring you dressed scantily to go be his whore he knows why ur there n hates u so hes mean and ignores ur advances eventually he hate fucks u w his anger being directed at u from his situation choking xtreme degrading just being rough in general MEAN SERIOUS EREN NO FLUFF OR LOVE
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eren yeager x reader
warnings: nsfw, roughness, mentions of breeding, degredation, choking, explicit language
a/n: this is my first prompt request n i was vvvv nervous so pls go easy on me ok ok i hope i did your vision justice
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“As romantic as this reunion is, it’s not a date, we need answers.” Levi’s words were austere, ricocheting off the passage walls as the three of you traveled deeper below ground. “He’s still a shitty-ass teenager. Hopefully isolation has made him desperate enough for female contact.”
You said nothing, and instead your eyes looked around fretfully. The chamber was inhospitable, forged from naked rock adorned with smoldering torches. Your minimal attire was inapt in its frigid ambience, so you walked clung to yourself, arms wrapped around your bare shoulders to retain as much body heat as you possibly could.
“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Levi questioned Hange, keeping his attention forward. He maneuvered through the sharp turns of the labyrinth, which gave you the impression he’d had many experiences down in the cells with his comrades.
Hange released a tremulous sigh. “It doesn’t matter. We’re out of options.” Their nervous tone had them looking over their shoulder, reassuring you with a placid smile. The gesture was thoughtful, considering it had felt like you’d been a third party to their strategic and undivided conversation, but it did nothing to soothe your hesitancy.
Levi and Hange had tracked you down and invited you to meet with them, urgently explaining that they needed your help with debriefing Eren after his insubordination and his blitz on Marley. He’d refused to disclose any further information about his conduct to anyone in the military, not even Mikasa and Armin, his closest confidants. So Hange suggested bringing in someone unbiased, someone not in the military to ruse more details out of Eren.
You were their prime choice after hearing how you and Eren had met when the Anti-Marleyan volunteers had arrived on Paradis. You’d been one of the several civilian volunteers that had helped with affairs and military proceedings at the port. There you’d met Eren and quickly forged a friendship, although Eren’s friends could have sworn there was more between you two than you would have liked to admit.
You weren’t sure why you agreed to their proposal. Perhaps it was your readiness to help the military in their righteous endeavors, or maybe it was for a different reason. Perhaps you were driven by your own selfishness. You wanted to see Eren again, even under the strange circumstances.
Eren’s cell was at the end of the corridor. Once Hange let out an abrupt “we’re here” your lips carried an eager smile, but your expression quickly faltered once you stepped forward and caught a glimpse of him in his cell. Even with the arrival of visitors, Eren kept his head forward while he sat on his bed, one arm balanced on his knee.
“Nice of you guys to pay me another visit. I’m starting to think you just miss me.” Eren’s voice was deep. So much deeper than you remembered. How long had it been? You couldn’t do the math.
“You know you’re our favorite problem child.” Levi responded humorlessly. He stepped aside for Hange to slip the key in the lock, and with one turn the door was swung open. “Don’t look so agitated. We brought you a gift.”
You made no efforts to step out from behind Hange and Levi, but Eren could see you clearly enough. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but maybe it was foolish of you to envision Eren slipping out of his troubled temper the moment you two saw each other again. Realistically, it never would have been that easy. Eren’s face remained hard, if anything it looked like seeing you made him even angrier.
Hange’s hand found its way onto your shoulder, supportive, but reminding you of the reason why you were there.
You shuffled forward, heels loud against the granite cobblestone. Darkness swallowed you as you crept in further, and you flinched at the sound of the heavy door being shut and secured behind you. Looking over your shoulder, your heart began racing at the sight of solid metal bars separating you from the outside.
“Let’s give them some space,” Levi suggested, stepping back from the cell.
Hange’s mouth opened to protest, but they were discouraged by Levi’s strong grip on their ear.
“We’ll be waiting outside if you need us, Y/N.” Levi announced through Hange’s squalls of pain. He gave you a comforting nod before his eyes drifted to Eren, and his expression toughened again. “Don’t try anything. Screams echo down here.” He paused and then turned on his heel to leave, tugging Hange’s ear before releasing it from his hold.
You watched nervously as the two of them disappeared behind the wall.
Hange’s voice was heard again further down the hall. “That hurt a lot, you know.”
It was the last remark you heard from the pair before you heard the door to the corridor close, and then worry flooded your system like it was on an intravenous drip. The Eren you were convinced you were meeting was replaced by someone you weren’t sure you knew, and suddenly you felt unsafe being alone with him, but you held an obligation to Levi, Hange, and the rest of the military that needed the information they expected you to gather.
You walked slowly, feigning a gentle smile to masquerade as though you were happy. It hurt to know that it was something you had to fake. You sat at the edge of Eren’s bed and took note as he made no efforts to shift away. That had to have been a positive sign.
“You look different,” you chuckled. “I like it.” The weak blaze from the burning torches casted a menacing shadow onto Eren’s stolid face. In the half light of the cell he appeared much older. You reached a hand out to brush away the loose wisps of hair that decorated his face, but your movement was stopped by Eren’s unyielding grip around your wrist.
You jumped, surprised at his roughness.
“Do you honestly think you can outsmart me?” His words were bitter.
You looked at Eren with wide, stunned eyes before blinking quickly and trying to laugh off your clear fright.
“What are you talking about?” You brought your unrestrained hand to his jawline, fingers tracing the shape of his face until your touch met the broad span of his chest, and then you felt gutsy enough to slip your fingers under the fabric of his shirt. “You’ve been down here too long. Not everyone’s your enemy, Eren.”
Your fingers wandered far enough until they met the defined curve of his collarbone and the robust muscle of his chest, but the moment was fleeting, interrupted by the jolt of Eren shoving you backwards. You fell off the bed and teetered, momentarily losing your balance.
“It’s pitiful that you’re letting them use you as a pawn.” Eren’s words were sharp, but venom in his words were bearable compared to the resentment behind his eyes.
He knew. He was smart, you should have known he would catch on. You created distance between yourself and Eren.
“What? They’re not using me as a pawn.” Your voice was unsteady. “I promise Eren, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you can help me understand if you just—”
“Then why are you here?” Eren rose from his bed to begin closing the distance you created, and your body began to quiver with dread.
You continued inching backwards until your tailbone collided with the edge of the cell’s sink, and you latched onto it with a sweaty grip.
“I’d rather be a pawn than be driven to do terrible things out of my own free will!” You had no choice but to admit what he already knew, and in seconds Eren’s hands were strung tightly around your wrists while he trapped your body against the sink.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly, blinking back tears. You searched for something past his eyes, just a modicum of vulnerability to at least let you know there was a person behind the Eren you were speaking to, but the once fiery hues of green and blue in his irises were now frosted to an unremarkable grey. If it was true that eyes were the window to the soul, Eren was truly void.
“Please let go.” You pleaded and writhed in his grip. “Eren, seriously let go. You’re hurting me.”
“I don’t expect someone like you to understand.” Eren’s face showed nothing but malevolence.
“Someone like me?”
Eren pushed you back further into the sink until you bit back a shrill cry. “Someone that’s never had to make any sacrifices.”
Tear after tear did nothing to ease Eren’s painful hold, and as obvious as it was that he was hurting you, he remained unconcerned.
“Who are you?” You shook your head. “This isn’t the Eren I know.”
“Then your first mistake was thinking that you ever knew me.”
Eren’s words were somber, but he moved swiftly, and in seconds he tore you from the sink and had you pinned up against the wall, it’s jagged surface digging uncomfortably into your cheek. His mouth hovered by your ear, and when he spoke his breath fanned over the side of your face.
“Scream and I’ll break you.”
So you said nothing as Eren’s knee slid in between your legs, parting them far enough so that he could press his thigh to your cunt. His hands retired from holding your arms behind your back, and they traveled to your ass, riding up the fabric of your dress until it was on full display.
“This is nice.” His voice was condescending as tugged on your dress's short hem. “They did a good job at making you look—,” Eren delivered a sharp spank to the exposed skin then he ran his hand over the area searing with pain, “—like a whore.”
You took your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a wail as Eren’s palm collided with your backside. He slipped a wicked finger under the thin material of your underwear and dipped his touch down between your thighs to stroke your folds through the cloth.
“Why are you shaking?” Eren used his free hand and slid it around your neck, gently at first, but you knew he wasn’t averse to tightening his grasp. “I thought this was all part of your plan.”
It had been, but your tremors weren’t the result of fear alone. You were scared out of your wits knowing that Eren had no reservations about harming you, and the thought shouldn’t have been as enticing as it was, but the combination of not knowing how he would choose to have his way with you had you feeling hot.
Your words were muffled through sobs, and your dazed mind didn’t make things easier, so all you could do was nod, which solicited a dry scoff from Eren. He hooked his finger around the fabric of your underwear and tugged it aside forcefully before parting your folds.
You released a feeble moan, and you could feel your knees buckling. If it weren’t for his tight grip, you were certain you would have collapsed. “Eren…”
“You’re wet already,” he said scornfully. Two fingers rubbed your clit mercilessly before slipping down to tease your entrance. “Acting scared meanwhile the whole time you were fucking dripping at the thought of me touching you like this. I don’t have to tell you how pathetic that is.”
Your breathing grew more labored at the anticipation of Eren’s long fingers entering you, pumping in and out of your hole while he ridiculed you for how desperately you tightened around his fingers, but you inhaled sharply when his touch disappeared.
Instead you felt Eren wipe your arousal on the inside of your thigh, and you had no time to question his behavior. A pitiful cry of surprise left your mouth as he grabbed the back of your neck, forcibly pulling you off the wall before throwing you in the direction of his bed.
“Move,” he commanded.
You staggered, looking back at him in alarm, but observed his directive without sacrificing any more time. Once you reached his bed, Eren followed closely behind, waiting until your back met the mattress to cage you in under his intimidating frame, and it then became clear that he held no other resolve than to use you for his own satisfaction. He disregarded your discernable ache and began unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs in one haste motion.
Eren’s large cock was already half-thickened with beads of precum glistening at its crown. He brought his palm to his mouth and spat in it before grabbing himself in the large curve of his hand to pump his length in preparation. He ran his tip up and down your folds, taking pleasure in the way you squirmed every time it prodded your tender clit, and then without warning he drove his cock into you, kindling a fervid cry that rose from the pit of your stomach and tore through your throat.
The sound echoed off the walls of the concrete box before ebbing into silence. Eren’s eyebrows creased in irritation while he looked down at you, and you suddenly harked back to his threat. You threw a quivering hand over your mouth, and shook your head, spluttering out a fragmented apology.
“I—Eren—I—I’m sorry…”
Yet he took no heed, and he began thrusting in and out of you, rocking back just to slam his hips into yours, over and over again until an uncomfortable pain grew from deep inside you and diffused over the span of your pelvis. All you could do was swallow your wails while your palm did it’s best efforts to smother your pleas. Fat tears ran down your cheeks and soaked into the sheets; your agony was hard to hide.
“Stop crying,” Eren barked through grunts. He pressed his hand to the hollow of your neck, fingers digging into your fleeting pulse. “You said yourself you have no problem being used.”
Sweaty fingers clutched his forearm, and you struggled against his dominance, breaths growing more and more shallow in an effort to conserve the air you were quickly losing.
He grabbed your wrists and held them together, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one hand.
“Maybe I should put a baby in you, then you’ll understand why what I’m doing is our last resort.”
Eren arched an eyebrow, but when you said nothing and only looked at him with glossy eyes a disdainful laugh slipped past his lips. He continued fucking himself deep into you, watching the way your body lurched with his movement, and then you felt his cock pulsate inside you.
It served as wordless notice that Eren was close, especially since he made no efforts to warn you. His eyes shut tightly, jaw hung slack while his groans intensified, and then he was cumming inside you, his hot seed flooding your walls as he claimed you.
You wound your eyes shut too, dark mascara-tainted tears staining your cheeks while you felt Eren thrusting through his high, making sure he had jettisoned every drop of his cum into you before he pulled himself out and wiped the creamy, white liquid that glazed his cock on the inside of your thigh.
“And when you report back, why don’t you tell them—” As if it were nothing he eased his weight off of you, taking a seat on the bed beside your shuddering body while he tucked himself back into his pants. “‘I let him fuck me pregnant because I’m a whore.’”
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jjksecondcheekmole · 3 years ago
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hiii!! are you still taking asks?? if you do, pls do one with billionaire ceo jk from un. wherein reader was thirsting over him and he railed her to heaven and hell. hahahaha sorry ~~~
Hey! Please don't apologize. Yes, I am definitely open to asks! Hope you enjoy the drabble/smut. Ps, apologies. For the sake of this drabble I am keeping Y/N a female.
Jeon Jeongguk understands compromise. Hell, his entire childhood is collateral to his 24-years self being a billionaire diplomat of his country. He understood the pros and cons when he asked you to date him. But, fuck, Jeon Jeongguk is _also_ a fucking 24 years old dude with needs. He is just a man. And, you? You fucking drive him crazy.
See, Jeongguk loves people with control, with physical strength, with stamina and devotion to self-care. That is why it was an absolute shock to him when you of all people, you the multimillionaire CEO of such a prestigious biotech firm, one of the most influential under 30 woman of the year around the globe is an absolute goner for his manhandling. Oh, was that a shocker!
Remember the last New year? Lord! That was 2019. You two were standing at the balcony on 20th floor watching the skyline of the Big Apple light anew in hope of a better year and you kissed JK happy new year only for you both to end up fucking right there for the world to see? You found out he is an exhibitionist. As if that was a surprise.
But, what was surprise is JK calling up to tell you he is finally coming to US after a year and a half for none other than to speak at UN general assembly as a diplomat. The title itself makes you a bit wet.
Now that he is here, finally, in your penthouse room, a little jet legged, a little nervous and whole lot horny, you're fucking ready for him.
He literally gulps an entire bottle of water in three gulps and undoes his tie at the same time while toeing his shoes off in his hurry to get to you. You laugh a little at his eagerness. God, you missed him.
'Babe. Jagi. Relax. We have time, love.'
'Noona. God. We have time, later. Right now, my dick is 2 seconds from coming right here in my Louis Vuitton pants.'
His desperate 'please' is swallowed into a heady moan as you crush your lips to him. There is no gentleness to the kiss. It is hunger in the rawest form. Jeongguk grabs your waist in tight enough grip that you know you will bruise later. He spins you both so that your back hits the bedroom wall and then he nudges your legs apart and slides a knee in. His impressive bulge pokes your hips as he pushes your hips down on his thigh.
'Noona-aah. Ride m-my thigh, babe.'
'Fuck, JK. Aanngh. Shit, I nee-need you so bad.'
Jeongguk grabs a handful of your right breast in his hand, all clothed, and squeezes. Your moan escapes in a soft breathy sigh. His other hand runds down from your waist to the hem of your already riding high dress and finds your bare pussy.
'Noona?' He smirks. 'What?' You try to sound defensive but failing miserably at his twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks from arousal.
'Are you that desperate for me right now, baby girl, that you couldn't wait to even keep a panty on?'
'Shut up.' But the rest of your threat disappears in a soft cry when two of Jeongguk's beautiful tattooed fingers penetrate your warmth and his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing gently.
'You were saying, Noona?'
'Fuck you, Kook.'
'Oh, I intend to.' 'You're a brat, you know that?'
'Yes, and you love it.' A sigh. 'Yes, I do. Now, please fuck me.'
'I will. But, tell me first. Were you touching yourself while waiting for me?'
'What if I were?'
'I will have to punish you, won't I?'
You don't get to answer however, because his hands disappear from your pussy as fast as he turns you around with your chest pressed to the wall. He lifts your bodycon dress to your waist, baring your naked ass to himself. He grabs both the cheeks and massages them. You whine out loud. 'Jeonggukkkkk. Please, baby.'
'You been naughty, my girl.' The sting of the slap on your ass jolts through you. Your nipples harden and a bit of slick wets your pussy further. You're a fucking mess already and he is just starting. He massages and slaps your cheeks alternately as you desperately finger yourself in hope of some friction. He tssks when you try to fuck your fingers harder.
'None of that, baby girl. Only thing your pussy and your mouth will ride today is my cock.'
'Jk, baby, then give it to me. I can't anymore.'
'Ok, come on then.' He lets you go. You are on your knees in front of him before your brain even catches up on your move. JK's erection is waiting in front of your face in all its glory and you wanna cry with how horny the sight of his cock makes you. You open your mouth wide, tongue out as he guides his member slowly but surely until your nose is pressed against the thatch of his pubes and his cock sits at the back of your throat. You slowly breath out through your nose as he starts to rock his hips, slowly building up his pace to fuck your throat. You grip his meaty thighs for balance and sanity as his musky beautiful smell surrounds all your senses. Your eyes water from repeated intrusion of your throat, a slight drool slowly leaking down your mouth to your chin with pre-cum. Jeongguk runs a thumb down your chin, collecting the wetness and licks the thumb in his mouth. You moan out loud at the obscene scene above you.
'Oh fuck. Fuck, baby girl.' He pulls you off of his cock.
'What's wrong?' Your eyes go wide in worry.
'Nothing. I was gonna cum too fast. But, I don't wanna finish in your mouth. Come on.' He takes you the bed and pushes you down. You spread beautifully for him. But, instead of finally entering you, he kneels by the bed side on the floor after, FINALLY, striping all his cloths and start eating you out. His long, skilled tongue enter your entrance while his thumb and forefinger pinch and rub your clit simultaneously. You're leaking so much slick you'd be mortified if your brain was capable of such higher function right now. You call his name out repeatedly like a prayer-only thing tethering you to reality in such intense, hedonistic pleasure. Jeongguk's unoccupied hand grabs one of your breast and massages it as you massage the other, pinching the nipples, and turning them into pebbles. Your orgasm hits you by surprise when suddenly he licks a path down to your asshole and back to your pussy. Your whole body spasm around him, legs clamped down on his shoulder, hand in his hair keeping his head in place as you ride his face through your high. Once your body relaxes and your legs fall wide open, he gets in between your legs, condom already in place and in one swift stroke enters you fully.
Being stretched so soon after your orgasm makes you cry out so loud, so he clashes your mouth to his in a way to silence you. But, his mouth tastes like you and it makes you whine even louder. Something possessive sneaks in around the thick air of arousal. He fucks you with abandon knowing you are more than a match to his strength. His speed builds up swiftly and in no time, he is railing you to the mattress like it is going out of style. You will feel him between your thighs for days.
Suddenly he pulls out of you, just as you were reaching for your second orgasm and pulls off the condom. He climbs up on your body, grabs your boobs, squeezes them together and starts fucking them with a maddening speed. You can only watch this beautiful man letting go of all worries as he chases his orgasm. His come hits your face just as your own fingers bring you to another orgasm.
A bit of his come plops on your lips that you lick clean. He watches you with glazed eyes for a few seconds before collapsing on the bed next to you.
'Well, that was ... nice.' Jeongguk turns to you with a lazy smile. 'Just nice?'
'Hmm.' You're almost asleep. 'I will clean you up in a minute. Just lemme catch my breath.'
'Okay, daddy.'
His soft chuckle is the last thing you hear before you doze off.
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