#y/n ain't even phased-

[thetiedyesheep]

CW: Slight blood, staring/eye contact

Sun's got a weird hobby.

Pliers!Sun AU by @lyrical-hue :3

[reidsfilm]

THE HONEYMOON PHASE — SIMON RILEY

PARING: simon ''ghost'' riley x !fem reader

WARNINGS: SMUT!! (18+) pure filth, p in v, (wrap it up folks) unprotected sex, praise, petnames; little bug, sweet girl, good girl, etc, swearing, oral (fem receiving) hair pulling, a little manhandling, soft!dom ghost. aftercare. no use of y/n.

SUMMARY: Ghost taking care of you after having neglected you for 2 weeks.

WORD COUNT : 3K

Notes: i'm never getting over this fictional man. EVER. this ain't proofread. no idea what this is tbh.

Ghost never understood the phrase 'honeymoon phase’ until he met you. You'd been dating for a while, but only recently had you become exclusive with him. Ever since then, he hasn’t been able to keep his mind or his hands off of you. You two were always at each other like rabbits, needing to touch each other, even if it's just faint touches here and there.

Ghost was infatuated with you, and you were like a drug he never seemed to be able to stop taking.

Even during work hours, the other Task Force 141 members have been teasing him for zoning out while thinking about you. Or catching him almost losing composure as he watched you train, he was your Lieutenant after all, at the end of the day.

Soap, especially, would be at him, ''Yer always staring at her. Ye leuk like ye're gaun'ae pounce on her.'' Soap teased with a small smirk on his lips, elbowing Ghost. ''Shut it, Mactavish.''

After a long day of doing paperwork and getting the new recruits into their training, Ghost heads back to his barracks. And once he steps inside the light-dimmed room, he sees you lying on his bed, relaxing against the pillows, the duvet barely covering your naked body.

And the sight makes his cock stir in his tight combat pants.

He leaned back against the door, taking a moment to admire his girl and how beautiful you looked right now.

His eyes roamed over your body as a small smirk lifted his lips, he hadn’t been expecting this. But was he complaining? Not in the slightest.

''Evenin’ bug…'' His British voice drawled out, a hint of amusement in his tone as he began walking toward his bed, shrugging off his vest.

''Hey, handsome.'' You muttered softly as you stretched out on the soft bed. You sat up against the headboard, making the duvet slide down and exposing your breasts and stomach. Ghost's eyes widened and he quickly walked over to her, settling down on the bed. ''What happened, little bug?'' Ghost questioned as his eyes moved over the small bruise on the underside of one of your breasts.

You took a glance down, letting out a soft sigh. ''It was a small accident during training with the rookies. I’m okay.'' You spoke softly, reaching up to caress the side of his face, the scruff of his stubble tickling against the palm of your hand.

Ghost softly nuzzled into your hand as your fingertips brushed over his cheek, a small affectionate smile lifting his lips. He gently took hold of your hand, his calloused fingers wrapping around your soft hand while he raised it to his lips, placing a couple of kisses on your palm before slowly lowering your hand.

His free hand gently ran over your chest, his fingers softly running over the bruise with a slight frown. ''You ain’t hurt anywhere else are ya?'' He softly questioned, his thumb gently rubbing over the small injury.

You shook your head, ''Not exactly. Though I do feel a little achy here…'' You muttered softly, grabbing one of his hands to guide it underneath the duvet, between your legs. A small grin formed on your lips, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Ghost's eyes darkened and his lip curved up into a smirk. He slid the duvet full off of her, taking in the sight of her glistening and soppy cunt. His cock twitched at the sight, his pants suddenly feeling all the more tighter.

His fingers ran over your inner thigh for a moment before gently pushing your legs further apart. His stubble brushed against your skin as he bent down to kiss your inner thigh.

''Does this hurt bug? Is this what you want me to kiss better?” He teased with a sly grin, his eyes watching your expression when his thumb gently brushed over your folds.

''Ghost...'' You let out a soft whimper, sliding your fingers through the tufts of his hair. You loved whenever you got to touch his hair, the soft blonde locks gliding through your fingertips. The only time you got to see his full face was whenever the two of you were alone, in the confines of the privacy of his barracks, or your own.

He hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. ''Spread your legs some more for me,'' Ghost muttered against your inner thigh, and you obeyed in mere seconds. Ghost chuckled, ''That’s my good little bug.'' You hummed at the praise, your stomach fluttering.

''That’s it pretty bug…just like that. I’ll take real good care of you…my good girl…'' His voice drawled out in a husky tone, his fingers brushing a bit rougher over your folds before he lowered down to press his tongue against you. His skilled tongue lapped up at your juices, circling around your clit.

You arched your back, your free hand clutching onto the bedsheet as you whimpered. ''Ghost...'' You sweetly moaned his name, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as he ate you out. Your stomach fluttered and your head was fuzzy. Your free hand slipped up to your chest, groping at your breasts, fondling them, and pinching at them for extra friction.

His groan rumbled against your skin before he pulled his head back slightly, a soft but commanding tone in his voice as he spoke.

''No touching yourself bug…let me take care of you…'' He softly scolded you as his fingers ran a bit rougher over the opening of your hole, rubbing your clit to make you arch some more.

A soft groan escaped him as his tongue returned to taste you, his eyes watching your expression while he licked you. ''Want me to keep going, bug?''

You let out a soft mewl, bopping your head up and down in response. You restored to gripping the sheets instead, as you listened to the sounds of slurping and sucking as Ghost devoured you. He was eating you out like you were a full-course meal, and it drove you insane. He was like a man starved.

''I’m close…’’ You mumbled softly, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth.

Your soft moan sends a shiver of electricity through him. His tongue continued to taste and tease you, his groan growing louder as he buried his face between your thighs while your taste consumed him.

''You taste so good bug…'' His voice groaned out against your skin. ''Just a bit more…gonna come for me, baby?''

''Yes… yes... I’m so close…'' You whined as you squirmed on the bed, your head thrown back against the pillow, your hands clutching onto the sheets, like a lifeline. And before you knew it, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm came washing over you like a tsunami. You twitched and squirmed on the bed as you felt the pure ecstasy of your release.

He lapped up her juices, wanting to taste your climax before pulling back to look up at you. Licking his lips, he watched you with a small smirk.

''That’s my good girl…'' His voice sounded rough and breathy but was still affectionate as he watched you relax in your afterglow.

Your chest heaved up and down as you came down from your high. Ghost gave her inner thigh a soft kiss, before he headed into the small bathroom, coming back out with a wet rag. ''Come on pretty bug, let’s get you cleaned up.’'' Ghost cooed softly as you sat up. Your body feeling spent and boneless. But aching for much more.

''I want more…'' You muttered softly as Ghost settled down next to you. Your eyes went down to your lap, seeing a wet spot beneath you on the sheets. ''Due to all this training and paperwork and all these missions we’ve had… we haven’t really had sex in at least 2 weeks,'' you mumbled as you looked at him.

His brown eyes slightly darkened at your statement, a small sigh escaping him as he nodded his head once. He was aware that you hadn’t had sex in a while, he just wasn’t sure if you were getting upset or frustrated by it.

''I know…I’m sorry bug'' He softly sighed out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat next to him. ''I know I’ve been neglecting you.'' He muttered as he placed the wet rag against her inner thighs cleaning up the mess of her juices. You hissed at the feeling, your cunt feeling sensitive as he moved the rag over your folds.

''So sensitive...'' Ghost cooed sweetly, as he finished up, before placing a kiss against her forehead. You hummed at the feeling of his lips against your forehead, closing your eyes for a split second, before opening them again as he pulled back.

He tossed the wet rag onto the small table by the bed.

You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. ''Just miss having you buried deep inside me.'' You whispered so sweetly to him, reaching one hand down between you to palm at him through his combat pants. Your hand fiddled with opening the fly of his pants before you managed to do just so.

Your hand snaked its way into his pants and down into his boxers, grabbing a hold of him. He was heavy against her hand, twitching and so painfully hard.

''You’re so hard. Am I turning you on?’'' You purred softly, giving him a small stroke.

''Always…'' His breathless reply slipped out, his brown eyes gleaming as your fingers wrapped around him. ''You always turn me on, bug…” He groaned out, his hands running over your body.

''Yeah? Want me to ride you, hm? I’ll make you feel good.. so good. I wanna be a good girl and make you happy.'' You mumbled softly, as you pulled him out of his pants. Ghost growled as he lifted your hips before you sunk back down on him.

You let out a soft moan as you gripped his shoulders, feeling your walls clamp around him. Every inch that went deeper inside you felt like it was tearing you in two. He was so fucking big.

He slowly rocked his hips up into you, his hands softly grasping your hips to give you more leverage to take him deeper as you sank fully down on him. His breathing was slightly heavy as you settled on him.

''Ride me, bug…''He groaned as he began rocking his hips harder into her. ''Ride my cock so fucking hard that your pretty little head can't think straight anymore.''

''God… I missed feeling you inside me.'' You moaned out as you lifted his shirt up and over his head, before throwing it to the floor. Your hands caressed over his stomach and chest, feeling his skin against her fingertips. The faint scars across his chest were a reminder of his time spent in the military, and the things he had been through.

You leaned down, placing soft open-mouthed kisses across his chest. When you were still in the early phase of your relationship, Ghost wouldn't even let you near his scars, and you knew then and there that you wanted nothing more than to prove to him how worthy he was of love and all the beautiful things you were willing to give to him.

His hand caressed the back of her head, his own resting against the wall, eyes closing at the feel of her mouth. And god had he to missed being inside her, to feel her gummy walls clenching onto his cock.

''Fuck you feel so good…'' He cursed as his free hand gently squeezed your hip as he rocked harder up into you. His brown eyes were glued to you as you pulled away to meet his own, his expression full of affection and desire for you. ''You have no idea how much I’ve missed this…''

''I think I've got an idea.'' You remarked, your lip curving up into a small smile. A small smack to your ass made you jolt against him, making you gasp. ''Always so sassy with that mouth of yours.'' He chuckled as his rough hand soothed over the globe of your ass.

Your arms slipped back around his neck, lifting your hips up before sinking back down on him and repeating it, over and over, and over again.

"My pretty girl…my good girl…" He praised, his voice thick with desire as his hips snapped up against your own. "You feel so good around me. Like you're made for me, this pretty little cunt made for my cock.'' He breathed out between gasps, his eyes watching your expression intently.

''Mmm.. I’ve missed you so much...'' You moaned, your hands running over his chest and stomach as you looked up at him. The muscles in your legs were starting to tremble from riding him, your body growing tired and slack.

''Feels so good... You feel so good...'' You whimpered, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. ''Want more... Need more.''

His hands gripped your sides a bit tighter as he continued to help you ride him. The look in your eyes was driving him wild.

''Needy little thing…aren’t you?'' He teased softly, a small grin on his lips as he continued to rock you against him. ''My beautiful, needy, good girl… You need more, don’t you?''

You only whined in response.

He leaned forward to press some featherlight kisses and gentle bites along your neck, reaching out to find every single sensitive spot.

''Such a good little bug, riding me so well…so beautifully.'' He breathed out against your skin, his breathing growing a bit more labored as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

''I'm gonna come...'' You whined though it was cut short once his lips went back to your own, capturing them in a needy and desperate clash. His hand moved up your stomach, over your chest as he groped at your breasts, twirling your pebbled nipples between his fingers. You moaned against his lips, your head empty, the only thing that swirled around in there was him, and solely him and how he felt against you, inside you, touching you.

''Come on my cock. I want you to make a mess on my cock.'' Ghost growled against your lips, before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. His other hand went down between your legs, the pads of his fingers circling around your throbbing clit, speeding up the process of getting you to another orgasm.

Ghost reached his hand that was playing with your breasts up to grab at your hair, tilting your head back and making you let out a wanton moan, hips rocking against his as you chased your release. His mouth latched onto the column of your throat, teeth nipping and biting at the flesh as he continued to circle his fingers over your clit.

''I'm so close... fuck.. so close.'' You gasped as your fingers dug into his shoulders. ''That's it... come on bug, milk my cock for all its worth.'' He mumbled against your throat.

Your legs started to shake more against him as you rode him, your body beginning to grow tired from the effort. You could feel your climax building up within you, your breaths growing shallower and more desperate.

''Ghost... I’m getting close…'' You whimpered, your body trembling as you continued riding him. Your body yearning for that blissful feeling.

''That’s it, bug. Come for me, pretty thing.'' He groaned against your throat, before pulling away to look at you, his hands rubbing your hips to help you keep riding him. You looked so eternal like this, your cheeks flushed, your eyes dilated, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin.

He wanted the image scorched into his head.

You let out a soft gasp as your climax crashed over you like a wave. Your body arched against his, your breasts pressing up against his chest and your head thrown back as you let out a low moan. You clenched around him, your legs gripping his hips tightly.

''Ghost… Ghost, Ghost…'' You whimpered helplessly, your body shaking against his in ecstasy.

''That’s it…such a good girl…my good girl…'' His brow eyes watching you as you tried to come down from your high.

''Did so good for me bug…so good… so beautiful…such a good girl.''

You buried your face against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You felt so spent, your body completely worn out. But you also felt a sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that you'd been able to make up for your time apart.

''I love you so much…'' You whispered against his skin, your breath still coming in pants.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. He could hear your breathing, still quick and labored from your recent activity.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. ''I love you too, bug…so damn much.'' He mumbled against your hair.

His cock twitched inside her, and he too was close to release. His hips pushed up against her in a slow steady rhythm. ''I need to pull out, if I don't I'm gonna come inside you.'' He muttered against the top of her head, and you hummed in response, ''Then come inside me. I want you to fill me up.''

He pulled your head back, his brown eyes meeting your own half-lidded ones, ''You sure?'' He questioned as his eyes took in the satisfied look on your face, ''I'm sure. Wanna feel you coming inside me.''

That's all the conformation he needed before his hips quickened their pace. ''Gonna fill this cunt to the brim, yeah?'' He crooned as his hands slid down to grip your hips, rocking up into you. He was throbbing and aching to fill your pretty cunt up with his seed.

''Yeah... mhm..'' You mumbled as you rested your head back against his shoulder, clutching onto him as he continued reaching for his realize.

And before you knew it, he came with a guttural groan, his seed painting your walls white as his nails dug into your hips. ''Fuck.. yeah that's it. Fuck your heavenly.'' He growled as his head rested back against the wall, his legs twitching and shaking.

His cum dribbled down his shaft, coating your inner thighs as well as his lap. And the two of you spent a few minutes, just basking in the feeling of each other, of the love and affection you shared for each other.

[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

☆ Part one ☆

plug!connie x black fem reader

wc- 2.3k!

☆ warnings ☆: this is part 2, if you haven't read part 1 you should read that first. Not proof read! this might be a lil longer than i intended. mdni! small small time skip (3 weeks since the party, fb is included), mentions of guns, smut again lol i'll write some fluff soon maybe angst who knows 😜, pnv, degradation, oral (f&m receive), choking, spanking, praising, Connie get a lil mad

"what..what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

The seven letter question still fresh in your mind 3 weeks later. Sure what you and Connie did was wrong, but what Eren did was way worse.

(fb to party night)

Connie stood there tying his sweats nonchalantly while you fumbled to put your clothes frantically. Eren looked heated, his fists clenched while he poked his tongue at his cheek. "One of y'all fucking say something." Eren's eyes darted between y'all, "Oh cállate perra, no actúes como si te importara ahora." oh shut up btc don't act like you care now Connie started walking towards Eren and he stood up straight looking Connie in his eyes "Whatchu gon do bitch boy? You can have the slut I don't care" Connie chuckled and punched Eren in his jaw. Eren grabbed his face and swung at Connie's nose, leaving a trail of blood running from it.

The boys traded hits each of them landing until Eren paused and spoke, "You know what, ion even know why I'm fighting about this shit, I cheated on yo ass wit Annie anyways." He looked at you with a smug grin on his face. That's when Connie finally had enough, he pulled his gun from his waistband and pointed it right at Eren. "Say some dumb shit to her again and I swear to god ima shoot you bitch." Eren then pulled his gun out and pointed it right back at Connie "Cmon then pussy you ain't gon do it." You watched the situation unfold, stunned by Erens words. Neither Connie or Eren was backing down and all you could do was watch. No one was still at Jean's house besides Ony, Armin, and Jean. They all decided to come upstairs after hearing the commotion and were shocked to find Connie and Eren pointing guns at each other.

"You wanna know something else Y/n, I fucked her a month ago nd her pussy was wayyy better." Eren looked at you over Connie's shoulder, making sure you heard him, and at that moment you realized that you meant nothing to him at all, the year of unconditional love and being his #1 supporter meant nothing to him. 'pop!' You looked around in horror when you heard the sound of a gun go off, you never expected either of them to actually shoot each other. You looked at Eren and watched him clutch his side, blood staining his pure white tee.

"damn Connie what the fuck bro" Ony was shocked "I mean at least ian kill him" Connie said slipping his gun back in his waistband and popping his blood stained knuckles "We gotta get him to the fucking hospital" Armin sighed and rolled his eyes before speaking again, "Y'all couldn't just talk this shit out like normal people?" Jean looked at Armin puzzled "Y'all worried about them fucking talking it out, he just shot him in my damn house man" He started pacing back and forth while clutching his head, slightly tugging at his hair "Got his ass gushing blood on my carpet." Eren looked at Connie "Fuck you bro. you deadass shot me" None of them were taking this serious at all, this felt so normal like it didn't phase any of them.

Armin and Ony helped Eren get in the backseat of Armin's car, "Sorry man but he ain't fucking up my nice cream seats." Ony said shrugging. Connie grabbed your hand and lead you to his car, while Jean stayed at home to clean. Connie hasn't said a word to you or looked you in the eyes since he shot Eren, just staring into the distance, deep in thought. It wasn't like he had never shot anyone before, this was his lifestyle, he was used to it at this point, and after being involved in this shit for so long, all of them were. He was scared that you would think less of him, that you wouldn't want to be around him, that you would find someone else who wouldn't shoot his homeboy for you. But honestly when you saw how far he'd go for you, it made you crave him even more.

"Thank you, Constance" you looked at him with a peaceful expression on your face, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and his face softened when he heard you speak, "Anything for you, hermosa"

(back to present)

"Y/nnn I'm back" Connie yelled, coming in through your front door sliding his yeezy slides off while setting down a bag of cfa and a bouquet of beautifully arranged roses. You'd given Connie a key to your apartment 2 weeks ago after he started visiting you everyday. Something about you made Connie feel at peace, the way you smile at him, how your eyes light up when talking about your interests, the way your face tells how you're feeling, even the way you would glare at him for not cleaning up after himself. Maybe it wasn't just something, it was everything about you. He loved being able to visit you anytime, you'd always make him feel cherished, like you cared for him so deeply.

"Hola mi hermosa, how you doing?" Connie walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you softly. "Hi Con, I'm good. What'd you get to eat?" You stretched, body feeling stiff after laying in bed most of the day. Connie went and grabbed the stuff from the table by your door, "Here, also these are for you princesa." He handed you the roses and you looked at him with teary eyes, "Con, these are so beautiful. What are they for?" You grabbed them from his tattooed hands "Damn I can't just do something nice for you" He chuckled wiping the small tears from your tanned cheeks.

You both finished eating and were laying in your bed when you heard the front door open. You and Connie both got up, he grabbed his gun from off the nightstand and walked in front of you. Standing in your living room was none other than Eren Jaeger with the box in his hands you'd labeled 'trash', it was all his belongings that had been left in your house, and after that night you stuffed it all lazily into the large box. "Just came to get my shit, ian looking for y'all asses." Eren chuckled to himself and looked at you and Connie, a large scar across his left cheek from when Connie punched him with his rings on, a reminder of that night.

"Hurry up and get the fuck out my house." You spat out looking him up and down "Damn Y/n, you so rude to me now. Can't even answer the phone for me no more" Eren looked at you smugly, he knew you had him blocked, he just wanted to fuck with you. "Shut the fuck up bro just grab yo shit nd dip" Connie crossed his arms and leaned back on your counter "Can you mind yo fuckin business?" Eren rolled his eyes and picked up the box. "Give me yo spare key too" Connie didn't want Eren coming back again. Eren threw the key at Connie and walked to the door, "Y/n, you know what my number is, let me know when his bitch ass ain't home" He winked at you and closed the door behind him. "The fuck?" Eren's lil comment made Connie's blood boil.

Connie grabbed you by the throat and pulled your head towards his. The kiss was anything but sweet, it was so sloppy, so nasty, it put french kissing to shame. He sucked and bit on your neck leaving marks behind, "You look so pretty like this mama". Connie picked you up and carried you to you bedroom, he dropped you on the bed "you know I love you, right?" Connie looked at you with a cold stare, "uh yea, why Con'?" you grew anxious and shuffled on the bed. "Cause im finna fuck you like I don't."

Connie stood over you, pulling your small pj shorts down revealing that you didn't have on panties. You laid back on the bed as Connie got on his knees and fixed himself between your legs, resting them on his shoulders. Connie spread open your soft folds with his middle and index fingers coating them in your slick, "So wet for me mami, ay dios mios" oh my god You let out a soft gasp when his fingers grazed over your clit. Connie dived in, sucking on your clit, starting off fast in hopes of you becoming a wet mess quickly. He pushed both fingers in, pumping slowly. "mm Con' faster please" He listened and picked up the pace drastically, curling his fingers hitting that soft, spongy spot "a-ah! fuck Con' right there!" You cried out feeling him lick and suck on your clit again. His left arm was keeping you secured so you wouldn't move your legs. Your hands were tangled in his short hair, gripping as much as you could. "Cmon mami, I wanna taste you" Connie continued the rough pace making your legs gently shake. You could feel the familiar tingle in your lower stomach, Connie noticed you were close, feeling you slightly tighten around his fingers. "Ah! Con' Fuck! 'm gonna" Your words were cut off when a final pump of his fingers clouded your vision. Connie lifted his face, entire bottom half covered in your wetness, "Tan deliciosa, como siempre" so delicious as always

Connie relentlessly fucked your face, his heavy balls slapping your chin with every thrust. His fingers were buried in your hair, keeping your head in place. "Ah fuck mami, feels so good" Your teary eyes looking up at him as he continued his brutal pace, gagging you. Connie paused giving you a false sense of relief, "t-take it all ma" He pushed your head down, forcing you to take all his length. "mm fuck ma i'm cumming" You felt the hot spurts travel down your throat and swallowed, leaving behind a slight burn. "Such a good slut for me hm?"

You were currently on your back, legs pressed next to your ears as Connie fucked you nice and slow, one hand stabilizing himself while the other was pressing on your stomach. "a-ah Con' please, go faster" You knew saying this was like a challenge, but still you wanted to feel the sweet sting of him stretching you out. "hm princesa, you gon be a good girl and handle it?" Connie sped up just a bit, pressing on your stomach harder. You nodded your head, "Use your words, you a big girl right?" The condescending tone of his voice made the statement bittersweet, "fuck! yes Con' i-i can" He laughed at your eagerness "alright mama, get on all 4's f'me"

Connie pressed on your back, deepening your arch. "Stay just like that baby." He rubbed his tip down your folds collecting the arousal, and pushed in without warning. "Ah!" You jumped from the sudden intrusion, "unh uh you said you was gon be a good girl" He smacked the fat of your ass, the sound echoing. Connie started thrusting, going fast just as you had previously wanted, but this pace was nothing like you imagined, "Fuck mami, throw that shit." He smacked your ass again and you obliged, "C-Con' s'too much, I can't" Your right arm went out behind you, trying to push Connie "Nah mami, t-thought this was what you wanted, right? Gimme yo other arm." You leaned forward on your chest giving Connie the left arm, he held them both tightly behind your back with his left hand. "Oh fuck Con'!" He smacked your ass again before snaking his right hand around your throat, squeezing, and pulling you up. "Fuck ma, take all this shit. Keep goin" Connie never let up his pace, fucking you dumb. "Ah Con' Fuck pleasee" You whined out, throat feeling tight from the lack of steady air. "Such a good slut f'me. You wanna cum?" His words made you tighten around him and you nodded your head as best as you could with his hand still around your neck, "What I say about that shit?" Connie sped up, "Mm yes Con'! fuck let me cum please!" Your whole body was tingling at this point, and all you wanted was to cum. "Work for it then, 'm almost there mama just wait a lil bit" Connie rutted his hips into you chasing his high, "F-fuck mami" You were desperately trying to hold off, feeling that knot continuously tighten with every thrust. "Go ahead mama." His words were like music to your ears. You finally let go, the last thrust sending you toppling over, Connie right behind you. The warm liquid filled you up, and he pulled out, spilling some out of you "Mm princesa, hiciste un desastre." you made a mess

Connie helped you shower, and changed the sheets on your bed after putting the old ones in the washer. Connie wrapped your hair up and put your bonnet on, "yea ima have to get you a new wig" Connie giggled making you look at him and roll your eyes "Alright my bad, but for real ima send you some money so you can go get all gorgeous nd shit" You looked up at Connie's face "You bein for real?" You never had somebody offer to take care of your beauty needs. "Hell yea mama, nd I'm hoping that you gon be so excited wit me that you'll dye my hair after." Connie smiled, then he started laughing, "Awl shut up Connie, matter fact get out my bed." You rolled your eyes and soon ended up laughing too. Connie kept his arms around you tightly as y'all drifted off to sleep.

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It's Cuffing Season (Jonathan Crane x Barista!Reader)

(Gif ain't mine > @breakfastonuranus)

✨NSFW [Stockholm Syndrome (Pretty self-explanatory), Abduction, Chocking, Bondage (cuffing), Oral (M!Rec), DubCon (cnc maybe?), PnV (Wrap it before you Tap it), Breeding kink, Candle Play, Overstimulation, and some other things that I may have forgotten], He fell in love with you but you didn't love him (as much) back so he had to do what any villain would do ^^, Crane's top but a softy his little princess, Crane just loves us~, Yes a lil Fluff and a bit of angst :3, also maybe mention of death (Parents)✨

🐧I'm learning my vocabs on NSFW content XD look how I'm adding up every smut warnings I know XD and it's actually not there XD. Please tell me if those are actually in the story damn :"D. Anyways this fic is for that request made, I hope this satisfies your need :3 cuz it did mine XD Although the phasing might be fast somehow... I tried putting all my ideas in one place heh, I hope I wrote it well :"D also the song comes in my mind as I wrote this is the one above... It's cuffing season~🐧

5K Words (I tried shortening it really... this is the best I could do ack)

Now... enjoy you mentally ill people (like me XD)

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"Jonathan Crane!" you screamed to the top of your lungs as you read the order name on the cup. Looking around to see if anyone would answer to that name, and there he came.

A man in his well-tailored black suit, accompanied by his brown vest and black tie. A divine for any lady to look at, but for you it was the last thing you found interesting about. You didn't have time to swoon over men right now. Tuition at your college was more than the budget your parents left you before passing and you had to work your ass off to get through. Plus this business was not running well (your parent's business) so you had to do what had to be done, work to the bones.

"Thanks, Miss?" he muttered as he grabbed his drink from the counter and looked you straight in the eye. He had ocean blue eyes that were accessorized with his rectangle cut glasses which made him look more heavenly. His lips pursed and cheeks well contoured, anyone could really just fall in love with this man with one look, you thought, but not you.

You were making the next order as you spoke, "Y/N" you said without thinking of anything, flashing him a quick smile before returning to getting busy.

He smiled back, but you didn't see that as you busied yourself. He nodded before leaving the store. It was sunny that day, a busy day in Gotham City. People out and about, havoc on the neighboring store and policemen drinking their coffee in your store, this was Gotham City, bow.

-----(Jonathan Crane POV)

As Jonathan walked through the streets of Gotham City, he smirked. 'Y/N's hands were on this cup' he thought smiling to himself, as he sipped through the lid. It has been long since he was obsessed with something, not to mention someone other than Batman.

He first saw you on the day havoc happened at your store, a burglary. He was in line to order his usual coffee, clearly pissed at how the line was moving slowly when three masked men came in pointing guns at your employee. It was his first time seeing you then, the owner of the café.

You came out with a nonchalant look as you came from the back kitchen and pointed a loaded shotgun at the masked men. "Out" was the only thing you said as the masked men went running (unfortunately their guns were empty and were just actually toys). He was amused how you knew their guns were empty, even then, you exuded confidence in what you did that day, something Crane found fascinating.

From then on he went to the café from day to day (if he had the time even hour by hour). When you weren't there he would just walk away with nothing in hand, but when you were, he'd order everything on the menu to keep you standing there picking his order from the glassed window, to see your cleavage creeping out your tight V-neck shirt, as his pants would feel tight with his bulge poking it. He really should do something about his obsession with you he thought.

And think he did. He has planned to abduct you and manage your dead parent's business while you were gone, so you'd call him a 'good boy' after manipulating your mind to love him. He planned on paying for your tuition after it too! He has spoken to your school's board to give you a scholarship already (to which you declined because the head of your college was known to give scholarships to people he'd like to fuck). He had a room for you in his apartment already, complete with all the clothes you have in your own small apartment (with extra touches of clothes he likes to see you in... such as expensive lingerie and such).

'Just you wait my love' he thought as he kept the empty cup to his stash of cups with your handwriting on his office desk drawer. 'you will be mine soon', as he closes the drawer shut with a bright smile.

-----(Your POV)

You breath was a mess, your memory a foggy one, as your vision went on and off.

You only remembered the dark night enveloping the streets. As you closed the shop early today (because one of your employees had midterm examinations and you had too), you were out at the back of the shop throwing the heavy bag of trash to the bin when your sight turned dark.

In panic, you tried to fight the four arms that kept you from removing the bag over your head to no avail. Screaming was useless in Gotham, so you didn't try to do so. They guided you up in a spaced van and tied your hand back, they were being rather careful with you, you thought. Like a porcelain from china being transported to the England museum.

Before you know it you were dead asleep, as you inhaled funny smelling air (sleeping gas you presumed).

Minutes passed by as your vision went on again. Seeing that handsome blue-eyed man smiling at the sight of you, and your out again.

-----(Jonathan Crane's POV)

'She's here!' Jonathan's mind was in haywire. He was excited as he saw you being ushered in his apartment by two of his men. However his smile faltered as he sees your wrist red from the rope tied around it.

"Fuck! I told you to be careful with her! You fucking dimwits!" he screamed as he trashed around his living room, throwing anything he saw to his men. "Sorry, Sir Crane, she was a feisty one you see-" he shot the man, he had no time for explanations. "Get out of my sight" he glared at the other who ran out.

Jonathan kneeled down to untie you and remove the black bag over your head. Oh, how majestic you looked sleeping, he could stare at you forever, even maybe when the two of you are old, he smiled at that.

"Welcome Home, Y/N" as he kissed your forehead before carrying you princess-style to your new room.

-----(Your POV)

As you blinked your eyes, adjusting to the light of the room. You finally see the room you were in, it was not your room. Panic consumes you as you realize there were shackles on your wrist, chained to the bed.

You couldn't possibly scream now, since you didn't scream earlier where it could have been evident. You just observed the room, looking for something to get yourself free. The room was in your favourite colour, shockingly it made you more at ease than panic. Some of your missing favorite clothes were on the open closet as well, with boxes of maybe new clothes. Pair of shoes and sandals that screamed 'expensive', you thought of the possibility that maybe a girl abducted you, but some of them were visibly your size.

Before you could find a way to escape the door creeks open. You close your eyes to pretend to be sleeping, but the person to open it doesn't seem to buy it.

"Oh Darling, I mean no harm," his deep voice echoes the room. You closely open your eyes to see the same man that goes to your cafe shop and only ever smiles at you.

"You!" exclaiming as you squirm through the chain to fight him. He rushes to you as he places a tray of food on the floor. "Darling, Darling Angel calm down my Love. I am here to protect you from this dangerous world, I am your only hope in this dark world. By the time everything is in havoc, you are safe here." as he tries to sooth you, patting your head as he sat beside your bedside.

"Fuck You, Jonathan!" you hiss at him, remembering his name as he was always in your cafe, in which he chuckles. "I believe that's not how you thank your saviour love," his voice in a darker tone than earlier as he stands up and picks up the tray of food, placing it on your lap. "Now, I will remove the cuffs on your wrist and you eat peacefully without fighting your savior or..." he pauses as his fingers tickle your wrist and moving slowly to grip on your neck ever so softly "... We do it the hard way and I might punish you, which, believe me, you might even enjoy, Y/N" as he smirks at you.

It took all in you to not tear up then. You prayed to God that this was just a sick dream and that you fainted from overworking, but it wasn't. As you feel his hands tighten their grip making you look at him, you suddenly drown in his ocean-blue eyes. If you weren't a busy woman and had time to date you'd probably dated him before, but this was sick, something you never thought a man with such a political figure like him would do.

Kicking the tray of food to the floor, you squirmed again, the cuffs tightening with your every move. Swearing to his face that you will never cooperate with him and he can kiss your ass. He laughs at that, he stands up after releasing your neck as you gasp for air. He then cleans up your mess and closes the door with a rather loud bang. As you cried in the room, waiting for the inevitable 'punishment'.

Hours has passed and the room turned dark along with the night creeping in the room. The door creaked open, slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched as the sound of footsteps filled the room, heavier this time. Jonathan Crane appeared once more, but now the light was dimmer, casting flickering shadows across his face. In his hand, a single candle burned, the flame dancing in the darkness.

"You seem to have a lot of fight in you," he murmured, setting the candle on a nearby table. "But I wonder..." He trailed off, his voice low and taunting as he approached the bed, pulling a small chair closer to where you lay cuffed. "How long will that fire last?"

He dragged the chair, its legs scraping against the floor, and sat down. His eyes gleamed with a sick curiosity, studying your every move, every breath. His fingers hovered over the flame, feeling its heat before he slowly turned his gaze back to you.

"You know, fear has many faces," he whispered. His hand, now inches from your skin, tilted the candle slightly. A bead of hot wax dripped, falling closer... closer...

"Please..." You whispered staring at the falling bead of wax rolling down the candle.

The first drop landed just above your stomach, the sting sharp but fleeting. You flinched, a hiss escaping your lips. Jonathan smirked, leaning forward. "Fear, pain... they blend together. And soon, you'll understand just how much I can make you feel."

The next drop fell, then another, each landing with precision, calculated to push you further without overwhelming you. Every slight movement you made only caused the shackles to tighten, reminding you of your helplessness.

"You will cooperate," he whispered darkly, "whether you like it or not."

The steady drip of hot wax continued, each drop sending a fresh wave of stinging heat across your skin. You couldn’t help it—you began to squirm, the restraints digging deeper into your wrists as you tried to twist away. Your heart raced, fear coursing through every vein.

“P-please,” you gasped, your voice shaking as you felt the heat of the wax inching closer to your chest. “Stop, I—I can’t take it.”

Jonathan’s eyes flickered with amusement, his lips curling into a smile that sent chills down your spine. He tilted the candle just enough to let a few more drops fall, ignoring your pleas. "Begging already?" he teased, the sound of his laughter dark and unsettling.

You squirmed harder, desperate to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go. The shackles held you in place, trapping you in his game. "Jonathan, please!" you cried out, your voice breaking. "Stop, I’ll do whatever you want, just—please!"

He stood up then, towering over you, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy. "Do you really think begging will change anything?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “This is only the beginning.”

He chuckled, low and menacing, as he straightened, letting another drop fall from the candle with eerie precision. “I want you to remember this moment. Every time you think of resisting me... every time you think you have any control.”

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the heat burned into your skin again. His laugh echoed in your ears, cruel and unrelenting, as if your suffering was nothing more than a twisted form of entertainment for him.

"You’ll break," he said, his voice eerily calm. "And when you do... you’ll beg me to continue."

Your body trembled under the growing layer of hardened wax, the pain numbing into a dull throb as you finally broke down, tears slipping down your cheeks. Sobs wracked your chest, your will shattered as you lay helpless beneath him, the hot wax pooling in small rivers over your skin, solidifying into painful reminders of his control.

Jonathan finally paused, watching the tears fall with a look of satisfaction in his cold eyes. He placed the candle back on the table, its flame still flickering faintly. His gaze drifted down your body, where the wax now covered your skin in thick patches. He licked his lips, the silence between you heavy with unspoken tension.

Your eyes flickered downwards, catching the unmistakable bulge in his pants. The air shifted, heavier now, as he undid his belt with a slow, deliberate movement, the metal buckle clinking softly in the oppressive quiet.

His voice was low and dangerous as he looked down at you. "You've been such a defiant girl, Y/N," he said, his tone almost casual. "Now… you’re going to make it up to me."

He tugged down his pants, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood there, commanding and unyielding. "I think you know what comes next," he murmured, stepping closer, your eyes never leaving his as you tried to keep it there. "And listen very carefully—if I feel your teeth, you'll wish I had only used wax." you gritted your teeth as he aligns his length to your lips, making you look at his pink veiny cock.

He leaned in, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force you to meet his gaze. His grip was firm, but the smirk on his face was even crueler. "Now," he ordered, his voice deepening with lust. "Take me. And don't make me regret giving you this chance."

As you slowly opened your mouth to accommodate his grit. He slowly moved in your mouth. Soliciting a quiet moan out his lips as he slowly thrusts in and out your mouth, hands still tangled on your hair. "Good... Good girl," he hissed as his head bobs back from pleasure.

Tears ran down your cheeks as your throat chokes on the tip of his cock. Shackles still on your wrist as he slowly picks up his phase, making you squirm again, moaning at how his restless speed in your mouth made you feel soaking wet down below, bucking your knees together to create friction.

His speed was ethereal now, you hesitated, your throat tightening as you leaned forward, but Jonathan’s grip on your hair tightened, his warning clear in his eyes. You started, gagging slightly as he pushed you to take him deeper, but there was no room for hesitation. The pressure built, and just as you choked, he pulled back slightly, his hand flashing across your face with a sharp slap.

"Don’t stop now," he growled, dragging you back roughly. The force left no room for escape as he pushed you to take him fully, his breath quickening, his control slipping as you obeyed, doing your best to keep up. His pace quickened until the tension broke, and you felt him reach his climax.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Take it! Take it, love!" Jonathan groaned, his body shuddering with release as he rutted into your mouth, the taste of him thick on your tongue. He held you there for a moment longer before finally pulling away, leaving you gasping for air, your throat raw and your body trembling.

Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of your heavy breathing. Slowly, Jonathan's hands moved to the cuffs, undoing them with a gentleness that sharply contrasted the earlier brutality. As the restraints fell away, your sore wrists ached from the pressure, but you barely registered the pain.

“Shhh, it’s alright now,” he murmured softly, easing your arms down to your sides as you panted weakly, exhaustion washing over you. He wiped the sweat and wax from your skin with a damp cloth, moving with surprising care as he cleaned away the hardened remnants from your body. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he wiped the corners of your mouth, his fingers brushing lightly against your lips.

“You did so well,” he whispered, his voice now gentle, devoid of the harsh edge it had held moments before. “You’re perfect.” His words were soft, almost affectionate, as he covered you with a warm blanket, tucking it around your body as if wrapping you in a cocoon of safety. "My fucking perfect angel." as he kissed your forehead.

As your eyes fluttered closed, too tired to fight sleep, Jonathan leaned down, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Rest now. You're mine, and I’ll take care of you," he whispered, stroking your hair soothingly until you finally drifted off into unconsciousness.

-----(Months after abduction, Batman is dead)

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as you gazed out the window, your reflection staring back at you. Months ago, you had cried endlessly, resisting every touch and command Jonathan gave. Now, those tears seemed so distant, almost laughable. The ‘punishments’ he promised had turned into something you craved—each session pushing you to new heights of pleasure. And afterward, the aftercare was so tender, so sweet, you had never felt so wanted. So cared for.

He had taken over everything: your safety, your business, and even your education. Your café ran smoothly under his careful management, leaving you to focus on finances from the comfort of his condo. The outside world? It felt foreign now, just a backdrop beyond the glass. Here, with him, was all you needed.

The door clicked open, and you immediately recognized the soft footsteps crossing the threshold. You didn’t turn around, but you could feel his presence before he even touched you. Jonathan was back.

A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling you against him. “How was your day?” he murmured into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You leaned back into his chest, feeling the weight of the day fade away as you melted into his embrace.

“Hard,” you groaned, thinking about the lessons. The professors he hired for you weren’t easy, and today had been especially draining. “College was hard... why do they make it so difficult?” (The professors came to the apartment, Jonathan doesn't want his princess to walk or drain herself to go out).

Jonathan chuckled softly, his hands trailing up and down your waist and hips in slow, soothing movements. "Difficult?" he whispered, pulling your head back gently so that your lips were inches from his. "I’ll have to deal with that professor, then... make sure they know better than to push you too hard."

Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a kiss, his grip firm as he held you in place. The tension melted from your body as you sank into him, the world outside completely forgotten. The kiss was slow but possessive, his lips claiming yours with an undeniable hunger that left you breathless.

When he finally pulled away, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice was a low, commanding murmur. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You nodded, your body already responding to his words, anticipation building as he guided you up the stairs to the room, knowing exactly what was coming next.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Jonathan didn’t lead you toward his room. Instead, he pulled you toward yours. The familiar space, the one place that was entirely yours within his domain, now felt smaller with him so close. The moment you entered, he pressed you firmly against the wall, his body pinning yours in a way that made your breath hitch.

His lips captured yours again, more intense this time, his hand snaking around your waist as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the controlled desire in the way he held you, as though he was fighting to maintain his composure. When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes darkened as they roamed over you, a quiet hunger simmering beneath the surface.

With deliberate slowness, Jonathan reached for the silky coat draped over your body, sliding it off your shoulders with one fluid motion. The fabric fell to the floor, pooling around your feet, leaving you standing there in the black lingerie you knew he adored. His breath hitched, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he took in the sight before him.

The lingerie clung to your curves, the sheer black fabric leaving little to the imagination. Intricate lace patterns adorned the cups, framing your chest in a way that was both delicate and provocative. Thin straps crisscrossed over your torso, highlighting your waist, while the sheer fabric cascaded down, barely covering the tops of your thighs. The black lace was cut in such a way that it hinted at more, teasing him, daring him to explore further.

Jonathan’s breathing became shallow, his eyes locked onto you as if he were seeing you for the first time all over again. "You really do know how to get under my skin," he murmured, his voice hoarse as he stepped closer, his hands tracing the outline of the lace. “You wore this... just for me?”

You nodded slightly, your skin tingling under his touch. His fingers trailed along the delicate fabric, his restraint faltering as he admired every inch of you. "Good girl," he whispered, the praise low and possessive, sending a shiver down your spine.

Without breaking eye contact, Jonathan leaned in again, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that made your heart race. This kiss was different—fiercer, more demanding—as he poured all his desire into it. You melted against him, feeling the weight of his body against yours.

In one swift motion, he removed his vest and necktie, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. The smooth fabric of his shirt clung to his form as he slipped it off, revealing the taut lines of his chest and arms. Your breath caught at the sight, his body a perfect blend of strength and control.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he took your wrists, binding them together behind your back with his necktie. The gesture was possessive, a reminder that you were his, and the thrill of being restrained sent a rush of excitement through you.

With a gentle push, Jonathan guided you back toward the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment your back hit the mattress, he hovered above you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your abdomen, trailing up to your neck, where he nibbled lightly, teasingly, as if savoring every moment.

“You have no idea how perfect you are,” he whispered against your skin, each word laced with fervent desire. He continued kissing his way back to your lips, his voice low and filled with promise. “I could breed you right now, make you mine in every way.”

His lips found yours again, deeper and more passionate, as he whispered more pleasurable words that made your skin tingle and your body ache for him. “You were made for this,” he murmured between kisses, his hands exploring the curve of your waist, igniting a fire within you that was impossible to ignore.

As Jonathan continued to kiss you, his hands roaming your body, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your knees began to buckle, the sensations overwhelming as you squirmed beneath him, searching for more friction, more connection. Each subtle movement sent sparks coursing through your veins, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Jonathan noticed immediately, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. "What do you want, love?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, relishing the power he held over you.

You bit your lip, your breath coming in quick gasps as you looked up at him, eyes filled with need. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling with urgency. “I want you... I need you to take me.”

His smirk widened, satisfaction radiating from him at your plea. “Is that what you really want?” he taunted, leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. “To feel me inside you?”

“Yes! Please, Jonathan,” you begged, the desperation in your voice making it clear just how much you craved him. You felt vulnerable, yet utterly alive, and the anticipation sent a shiver down your spine.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips again, the kiss a mixture of passion and possession. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

With a low, sultry laugh, Jonathan’s hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. You watched, breathless, as he pulled his belt free, the leather falling to the floor with a soft thud. Next, he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down his hips until they pooled at his ankles, leaving him clad only in his boxers.

He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him as he locked his eyes onto yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through you, the air thick with anticipation. “Now, tell me again,” he said, his voice a deep growl, “What do you want?”

Your heart raced, the need for him consuming your thoughts. “I want you, Jonathan,” you replied, your voice a soft plea. “I need you to take me, to claim me as yours.”

"Fuck," he says with a low growl, Jonathan removed his boxers, exposing himself fully as he stepped closer. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill through you. As he aligned himself with your entrance, he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “You were just made for this, weren’t you, love?”

Without warning, he pushed into you hard, filling you completely. A gasp escaped your lips, a mix of surprise and overwhelming pleasure as he bottomed out. You felt him stretching you, the sensation igniting a fire within you.

“Jonathan,” you moaned, your body arching to meet him as he began to move, he placed his arms behind your back as he thrusts deliberately and powerful. The world around you faded away, leaving only the rhythm of his body against yours and the electric connection between you.

His thrusts became faster, harder, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel your climax building, as his thumb drew circles on you clit, the tension coiling tighter with each movement. “That’s it, princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good around me.”

As you neared the edge, he leaned down, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans as you spiraled into your first climax. Your body quaked, waves of ecstasy washing over you as he continued to thrust, riding the waves of your pleasure.

“Look at you,” he growled, watching your face with a predatory gaze. “So beautiful when you come apart for me. I want to see you do it again.”

The words sent another shock of pleasure through you, and you felt yourself approaching another orgasm. Jonathan picked up his pace, his hips driving into you relentlessly, urging you closer and closer. “Come for me again,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel you clench around me.”

With a final thrust, you tumbled over the edge again, your body quaking as your second climax took you by storm. You cried out, a mixture of pleasure and desperation, and Jonathan’s grip on your hips tightened as he surged deeper.

“Fuck, take it!” he groaned, his own climax building as he thrust into you one last time. “Take my fucking seed, princess. Be filled with my seed and carry my child, angel.”

As he released himself deep inside you, you felt the warmth spreading, a final wave of bliss washing over you. Screaming as the world blurred at the edges, leaving only the two of you in that perfect moment of connection, pleasure, and possessiveness.

As the tension in the room began to dissipate, Jonathan huffed and puffed, catching his breath. He looked down at you, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he said, his voice low and warm. “The way that lingerie hugs your body, it was made for me. Your breasts bounce just right for me to enjoy.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to your breasts, savoring the way they felt beneath his mouth. Each kiss sent a thrill through you, and your breath hitched, the sensation making your heart race. You loved being worshipped like this, the feeling of his admiration washing over you, igniting a fire of desire deep within.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with reverence. He pulled back slightly to admire the way the lingerie framed your figure before carefully removing himself from you. You felt a rush of emptiness at his absence, but he quickly set to work, cleaning you off with gentle hands, his touch almost reverent.

After making sure you were taken care of, he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips, lingering just a moment longer. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, his tone affectionate and possessive. He reached behind you, deftly untying the necktie that had bound your wrists, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

With a smile, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, relishing the warmth of his body against yours. “How was your day?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It was long,” he replied, nuzzling against your hair. “But coming home to you makes it all worthwhile.”

You both lay back against the bed, the night wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you nestled into his side, the warmth and safety enveloping you made you forget all about the world outside—and the circumstances that had brought you together.

In that moment, it felt like everything was perfect, just as it should be, and you let the worries of the past fade away into the night, content to simply be with him.

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🐧Damn... Rollercoaster it was to write this XD I hope it gave off Stockholm syndrome aha :"D Anyways I loved Jonathan Crane on this fic :"3 his the possesive I need >:D but at the same time its kinda... lovely how he abducted us like we were a stray cat and never letting us go out but also respecting our privacy by having his own room too. Yeah he has his own room but he comes to yours becuase he likes sleeping with you better. Anyways hope you enjoyed it hehe ^^🐧

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Growing

Summary: After a concerning phone call from his daughter's Principal, Javi goes to find out the true reason why she's really there in the first place.

Word Count: 4.1K

Pairing: Dad!Javi x Wife!reader (No use of y/n)

Warnings: Honestly this is all fluff 😭 Misogyny, dress codes being the dumbest thing in the world, Javi going full dad mode ™️, Javi being the best girl dad, Sappy Dad Javi loving his daughters so much

A/N: This story is inspired by this ask and what started as a short little snippet ended up being 4k long 🥴 I've written so much for Javi being a dad to his younger daughters, but I will fight anyone who says he isn't the best girl dad at every phase of life his daughters are in 🥺 Javi loves all his daughters equally, but I just know he and Lucy have such a special bond and it makes me wanna cry and scream all at once. I ain't gonna lie, ya girl shed a few tears with this one 🥲 oldest daughters with emotionally unavailable fathers gang rise

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“It should be fucking illegal to work when it’s this hot.” 

“How long have you lived in Texas for, you fucking moron? Of course it’s hot. It’s Texas. Stop bitching, you baby.” 

“Oh shut up. You’re telling me you're comfortable right now?” 

“No, you idiot. It’s hot as Satan’s asshole in here. Of course I’m not. But whining isn’t gonna make it not hot.” 

“I know it’s not. Just let me complain, okay? Fuck, I honestly may take Satan’s asshole over this…” 

While no one at the Laredo Sheriff’s department was a stranger to the sweltering Texas heat, even Javi couldn’t argue with his fellow co-workers that for a morning in late May, there was no denying it was already miserably hot outside. 

He had just finished getting an earful about the topic from his daughters this morning during school drop-off, complaining that they may actually die of heat stroke before the day is done, and that his youngest, Harper, may die from “smelly boy sweat”, since no boy in the 7th grade was wearing enough deodorant as they should be (and that, he couldn’t argue). 

“Cater’s right, Miller. Complaining isn’t helping you get all your shit done, and I need that file by the end of the day.” Javi grumbled, surprising Agent Carter and Miller as he passed their desks on the way to his office, making the pair raise their hands in defense in justification of their weather woes. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t worry, it’ll be done before the end of the day. If I don’t melt into a puddle first…” Agent Miller grumbled, sticking his face back into the piles of papers scattered across his desk. 

While he would never give his co-workers the satisfaction of knowing he was just as irritated by the early onset heatwave as they were, Javi’s suit jacket was already shed and sleeves were rolled up past his elbows before he had barely made it through his office door. 

As he took a seat at his desk, looking over his list of to-do’s for today, he was taken aback to hear the aggressive ringing of his phone this early, wondering what could have already gone so wrong that someone already needed to get a hold of him.   

Ring, ring, ringggggg. Ring, ring, ringggg-

“Laredo Sheriff’s Department, this is Peña.” 

“Hi Mr. Peña. This is Mr. Wilson, Assistant Principal over at United High School.” 

Javi sat up just a little straighter in his desk chair, running his hand over the back of his neck, a jolt of nerves hitting his stomach like he was the one being called down to the principal’s office. 

Javi had gotten plenty of phone calls from his daughter’s school throughout the years. Calls to pick one of them up and take them home because they were sick, forgotten lunchboxes and school projects, one justified elementary school fist fight- Javi had pretty much heard it all. 

Now that your daughters had reached middle school and high school, the calls home now came few and far between, and most of the time, came from the girls themselves on their own phones, more often than not, in the form of your middle daughter, Elliot, asking if he would come pick her up because school was “the most boring place on earth”. 

He took a moment to try and compose himself, knowing that if one of the girls was sick, they would have texted him, or would have gotten a call from an office secretary, and last time he checked, Assistant Principals weren’t calling parents in the middle of a work day just to sprinkle in some good news. 

So what in the hell was he calling for? 

“Uh, H-hi, Mr. Wilson. Can I ask, um, what uh- what’s the reason for the phone call? Is everything okay?” 

“Well Mr. Peña, I’m calling because I’m here with your daughter. Unfortunately, she’s here after a teacher referral for disrespectful and defiant behavior.” 

Javi could feel his brow furrow and face scrunch in genuine confusion, practically left speechless by Mr. Wilson’s statement. Sure, his daughter Elliot was going through a little bit of a “phase” right now, but even though she had come out of the womb with an iron will power and enough sass to fuel a small country, she knew better than to talk back to adults, especially her teachers. 

“Are- Are you serious? I’m really sorry, Mr. Wilson. Could you um- What did Elliot do?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have clarified. While I have had the… pleasure…. of meeting your daughter, Elliot, she’s not the one I’m calling about. Mr. Peña, I’m calling about your daughter, Lucy.” 

If the phone call itself wasn’t already enough to knock Javi on his ass, that statement sure as hell was. 

“Lucy? There’s no fucking way.” He thought to himself. 

In all 12 years Lucy had been in school, the worst thing any teacher had ever had to say about your oldest daughter was that she was an overachiever. Lucy was your classic, type-A oldest daughter- She was a straight A student, captain of her soccer team, a member of every club under the sun, and most importantly, was the kindest kid a parent could ask for. Lucy lived by the rules, so the fact that she went out of her way to break one, let alone be disrespectful about it? Something wasn’t adding up. 

“I… Mr. Wilson, I’m sorry, I don’t wanna be rude, but- are you sure you’ve got the right kid?” Javi stammered, still in shock from what he had just heard, wondering when someone was going to walk in and tell him this was some sort of weird prank. 

“Oh yes, I’m sure. Mr. Peña, I think it may be best if you and your wife just come down to the school to talk about this.” 

“Um, my- my wife is out of town helping her dad out after surgery but uh- yeah, I’ll um, I’ll be there in the next uh- shit…” He muttered, looking down at his watch, quickly calculating in his brain, “the next 30 minutes?” 

“Great. We’ll see you then, Mr. Peña. Goodbye.” 

“B-bye.” 

Javi sat there for a moment, phone still held to his ear as the dial tone rang, shooting in one ear and out the other as he tried to process what had just happened. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his confusion enough to let his nerves take over, frantically scrambling to grab his things before storming out of the office even faster than he had entered a few moments ago. 

As soon as he was in the car, Javi was frantically dialing your number, backing out of his parking spot and pulling out onto the road like he was being called for some sort of life threatening emergency. 

“C’mon, pick up, pick up, pick up…” Javi huffed, anxiously tapping his fingers against his steering wheel, waiting for you to answer.

“Hey, honey! What’s up? Hold on- yes, it’s Javi. Okay. I- yes, I will. All my family says hi and that we miss you! What’s going on?” You answered, an unsuspecting cheer in your tone, just happy to hear his voice. 

“Uh- yeah, tell them, I- yeah, I say hi, too.” Javi responded, clearly frazzled and distracted as he sped down the road, wishing he would have taken a police squad car instead of his truck to get to Lucy’s school sooner. 

“Javi, what’s going on? Are you okay?”  You asked, clearly sensing the concern in his voice. 

“I just got a call from the Assistant Principal that Lucy is down in the office because she got a referral for being defiant and disrespectful.” 

“Wait, you mean Elliot?” 

“No. Lucy.” 

“Oh shit.” 

“That’s what I thought, too.” 

“Did they tell you why? Or what happened? That doesn’t seem like her at all. She- she knows better than that? And how much trouble she’d be in?” 

“No, I’m going down to the school right now. If I wasn’t already sweating bad enough because it’s hot as fuck here today, I sure fucking am now.” Javi grumbled, pushing up his sleeves further before wiping the sweat accumulating on his forehead, sticking his dark curls to his skin. 

“Hey, hey, Jav. I’m sure it will be okay. I’m sure there’s gotta be a reason. Take a few deep breaths, okay? Please just keep me posted.” 

“Okay. I-I will.” 

“It’ll be okay, Papa Bear. I love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

With a quick beep on the other end of the phone, Javi set down his phone in his lap, wrapping his fingers around the wheel with an iron grip and clenching his jaw until it hurt, turning on the radio as loud as it could go to drown out the “what-if’s” dancing around his mind in what was going to be the world’s longest 10 minute drive to United High School. 

Javi had found himself in plenty of stressful situations throughout his life. Hell, stress was a given working as a DEA agent in Colombia trying to take down the biggest drug lords of the 20th century. Yet somehow, Javi found himself just as nervous, if not more, as he walked into the main office of Lucy’s high school, trying to figure out what she had done that was worthy of a trip to the Assistant Principal. 

After some directions from one of the secretaries, Javi found Mr. Wilson’s office door, giving it a few raps before it was answered by a short and stout older man, his poorly balding head adorned with a limited amount of scraggly gray hairs and face painted with an unamused half-smile. 

“Mr. Peña? Please, come in and take a seat.” Mr. Wilson sighed, gesturing to an open chair next to his daughter, sitting with her arms crossed over her chest and eyes peeled to the floor, seemingly trying to shrink herself as small as possible into her chair. 

Before Javi could even ask Lucy what was going on or if she was okay, Mr. Wilson had already begun on his rant, promptly taking a seat behind his desk with a deep sigh, forcing the attention onto him. 

“Well Mr. Peña, I’m sorry to have to call you in from your job, but I felt that this was something that more than warranted a parental visit. As if it wasn’t bad enough she is already deliberately breaking our school’s dress code, Lucy's already been one of several students down here today who have had the audacity to argue with both teachers and myself about the issue.” 

Just as Javi was about to speak, he stopped himself in disbelief, trying to process what he had just heard, looking over at Lucy, trying to hold back her tears before turning back to Mr. Wilson. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, I think I must be missing something. This is about what Lucy’s wearing?” Javi asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion. 

“Yes.” Mr. Wilson replied, almost annoyed that Javi’s immediate response was shock, rather than anger. “Our dress code clearly states that girls may not wear shorts below fingertip length or tank tops that are less than 3 fingers thick across the strap. It’s a distraction for both male staff and students. As your daughter is a Junior, this rule should come as no surprise to her. On top of this, she and a few other girls in the hallway this morning were written up for resisting coming to the office after teachers on dress code duty had written them up.” 

Javi had to visibly shake his head, trying to make sure he had really understood what he had just heard as his jaw hung open in disbelief. He took a deep breath, trying not to laugh to himself out of shock and building anger, asking one more time to make sure he truly comprehended this was the reason for the phone call this morning. 

“I’m sorry, I really think I must not be understanding this.” 

“That’s not what happened…” Lucy quietly piped in, eyes still glued to the floor. 

“Please, Ms. Peña, why don’t you enlighten us, then?” Mr. Wilson replied, a sarcastic delight in his tone. 

“I was on my way to second period when I got stopped by one of the teachers in the hallway. She told me that she needed to measure my tank top and shorts to make sure they were up to dress code. I knew they were kinda short but it’s like, a million degrees outside today and everyone is miserable because the air conditioning doesn’t work in half the rooms on the second floor.” Lucy paused, sitting up a little taller in her chair, looking over at her dad, her face filled riddled with guilt. Javi looked back at her, quietly nodding in reassurance for her to keep going. 

“But um, the teacher said that my shorts were too short, and that I needed to go to the office so they could write me a dress code referral. But I had a huge presentation that I’ve been working on that I was supposed to give today for my second period science class, and Ms. Feltmate told us that if we miss the presentation portion of our project, we get an automatic 20% reduction in our grade. I’ve worked so hard on that project, and I told the teacher in the hallway I couldn’t go because I’d miss my presentation. She told me she didn’t care, and that I should have known better, and then I told her it wasn’t fair that she’s going to ruin my grade on this project because of my shorts when literally everyone in the school is breaking dress code today because it’s so hot out. I tried to tell her I’d even go before 3rd period so I didn’t have to miss my presentation but she told me she didn’t believe me and that she was going to write me up. So, I’ve been down here until you came. I’m- I’m sorry, Dad.” 

At this point, tears were welling in Lucy’s eyes, her voice quivering and bottom lip trembling, trying to keep from completely sobbing in front of her Dad and Assistant Principal, looking up at Javi with regret and shame for what she’d done. 

If Javi wasn’t upset before his daughter’s testimony, now, he was absolutely fuming. Javi was using every ounce of composure he had left to keep from completely exploding as he readjusted himself in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he locked eyes with Mr. Wilson. 

“Mr. Wilson, what period should Lucy be in right now?” Javi asked, trying to keep as calm as possible while he waited for Mr. Wilson’s surprised response. 

“Uh- I believe 4th period just started? Why?” 

“So you mean to tell me, Mr. Wilson, that not only has my daughter missed out on a huge presentation that she has spent countless hours working on, she’s also missed out on two other classes because you think that keeping her here in your office because of her shorts is more important than her learning?” 

Mr. Wilson stared back at Javi in a silent shock, taken aback that he was in fact, not on his side at all, and was seconds away from absolutely ripping him a new one for what he had done to his daughter. 

“Well, y-yes, but-” Mr. Wilson stammered, trying to rebuttal. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson, but this is the goddamn stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Lucy is a straight A student. She cares more about school than any kid I’ve ever met. She is smart, and hard working, and the fact that you wanna actively punish her for that just because she’s wearing shorts when it’s the hottest damn day of the year is absolutely fucking ridiculous. Second of all, if playing dress code police is more important to you than girls going to class because some teenage creeps, better yet, staff members can’t keep it in their pants, you’ve got a way bigger issue on your hands than what my daughter chooses to wear to school.”  

A stark silence hung in the air for a moment filled with mixture of Javi’s fumes, Lucy’s shock and surprise, and Mr. Wilson’s overwhelming embarrassment at the situation he had brought upon himself. Before Mr. Wilson could even try to muster out some sort of defense, Javi was already standing up out of his chair, nudging Lucy to do the same. 

“Grab your stuff, Lu, we’re going.” 

“Mr. Peña, let me assure you that-” 

“Mr. Wilson, the only thing you need to assure me is that you’re going to explain to her teacher where Lucy was wasting her time this morning so she can give her presentation for full credit, and that I’m not gonna hear from you again in regards to what my kid wears to school when it’s 105 degrees outside. Have a nice day.” 

Without another word, Javi was already halfway out the door, Lucy quickly following behind him as he signed her out for the rest of the day before silently storming out to his truck slamming the door behind him as Lucy sheepishly crawled into the passenger side, setting her backpack between her feet. 

“Dad, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to-” 

“Lu, I’m not mad at you. You have nothing to apologize for. You think I’d be upset with you because of that?” 

“Well, I don’t know, I mean, I did technically break the rules, and you had to leave work to come here, and-” 

“Hey.” Javi paused, putting a hand on Lucy’s shoulder, getting her to take her eyes out of her lap and look at him, “Lucy, I’m proud of you. You stood up for yourself for something that was clearly important to you when you knew what other people were doing wasn’t right. I could never be mad at you for that.” 

Finally, a small smile pursed the edges of Lucy’s lips, shrugging her shoulders to try and play off her dad’s compliment, even though they both knew Javi was more than right to be proud of what his daughter had done. 

“Thanks, Dad.” 

“Of course, Lu. I’m being serious though, what you did takes a lotta balls. You should be proud of yourself.” Javi smiled, giving Lucy a little nudge with the hand still placed on her shoulder. 

“Ew, Dad, gross.” Lucy sighed, rolling her eyes as she playfully shoved her Dad’s arm off her, the pair quietly laughing to themselves. 

“You promise I’m not in trouble?” Lucy asked again, raising an eyebrow at her dad. 

“The only punishment I’m making you endure is forcing you to spend some time with your old man for the rest of the day.” Javi smirked, fastening his seatbelt before looking over his shoulder to back out of his haphazard park job. 

“Could be worse.” Lucy teased, giving her Dad a little shrug, secretly excited that not only had her Dad stood up for her without a second thought, but was letting her ditch school to spend time together. While at the ripe age of 17, she wouldn’t admit it out loud, Lucy knew how lucky she was to have a dad like hers. “Do we have to listen to your old man music while we drive, or is that also part of the punishment?” 

“Yup. No Jonas Brothers for this drive, Lucy Lu.” 

“Dad, I haven’t listened to the Jonas Brothers in years. I don’t even like them anymore.” Lucy laughed, cringing at Javi’s presumed music interests for her. “That’s okay, I don’t mind your old man music. You’re better than Mom. She’s been on a huge ABBA kick every time we drive to soccer practice, and if I hear “Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie” one more time, my ears may bleed.” 

Reaching over the center console Lucy grabbed the aux cord, plugging in her phone, scrunching her face in concentration as she scrolled through a few different playlists until landing on something that seemed to fit the bill, setting her phone in her lap while turning up the volume. 

Dun. 

Dunnnadnun. 

Dunanun.  

Javi couldn’t help but smile at Lucy’s pick of “Back in Black” by AC/DC, one of Lucy’s favorite songs her and Javi would listen to on her drives hockey practices and games when she was little, claiming the song gave her special powers to “kick boys butts” when she played. 

“Damn, you must really want me to kick your ass in putt putt, huh?” Javi teased, hinting at his makeshift plans for the rest of the afternoon. 

“Really? That's what we're doing? Dad, no offense, but you suck at putt putt. Are you trying to make this easy for me? Because if that’s the case, then I’ll start planning my flavor choice for my extra scoop of winner’s ice cream now.” 

“Whatever you say, smartass.” 

After 18 holes of mini-golf, Javi couldn’t even pretend that he put up a fight against Lucy, admitting in defeat that he didn’t even stand a chance against her, not even foregoing bribery to get her to throw away his embarrassingly high score card as proof of his loss. 

Per tradition in the Peña household, Lucy rightfully earned her extra scoop of ice cream at Eva’s Dairy Barn for her impressive putt putt victory, her and Javi settling in on their favorite bench by the little stream that ran behind the ice cream shop, where their family had spend more than their fair share of time enjoying their favorite treats while stomping and splashing in the creek. 

“Victory sure does taste sweet.” Lucy joked, sticking her tongue out at Javi as she bit into her ice cream, Javi rolling his eyes at her even though she had every right to give him shit after his terrible performance. 

“Well if you can find a college with a putt putt scholarship, that’s the place to go.” Javi smiled before the pair went quiet, the reality of knowing Lucy would be seriously starting to look at colleges soon weighing heavy in his throat and deep in his chest. “Have you uh, thought anymore about schools you like?” He asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant, rather than the complete and utter terror he really felt. 

“I don’t know… a lot of people from school are talking about going to Texas Tech or Texas A&M… I think I like Texas A&M but, I don’t know, it’s just….” Lucy paused, taking a deep breath, anxiously twiddling with her fingers. 

“Just what, Lu?” 

“It’s almost 6 hours away. I know it’s not really that far but, I don’t know… I’m just really worried that I’ll miss you guys. Don’t tell Elliot and Harper I said that.” 

It took everything in Javi not to melt into a weepy, sobbing mess right then and there on that bench, wondering how yesterday, he was bringing Lucy home from the hospital, scared shitless on how in the world he was going to be a father, let alone a half decent one, and now, here Lucy was, nearly an adult who had blossomed into the most wonderful daughter he could have asked for, and was getting ready to leave for college. 

Wrapping his arm over Lucy’s shoulder, she let her head fall next to his, sitting for a moment in a thoughtful silence before Javi spoke. 

“No matter where you go or what you do, you know that we’ll always be there for you, right? Even when you’re sick of us. You’re an amazing kid, Lu. We’re all so proud of you. I’m so proud of you. We’ll be there for you even if you’re on the other end of the earth if that’s where you wanna go. I love you, kiddo.” 

“Love you too, Dad.” 

Javi couldn’t help but reach up to wipe the tears welling in his eyes with the back of his hand after a quick kiss on Lucy's forehead, making Lucy laugh as she tried to hide the tears of her own. 

“Dad, are you crying?” 

“No… A little… I’m just really pissed you beat me at mini golf, okay?” Javi joked, trying to use a little humor before he became a total sap. “Alright, we should probably head home before Elliot and Harper get too suspicious.” 

“Not looking forward to the 10 pounds of shit they’re gonna give me when I found out I got called down to the principal's office.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Elliot will happily triple your visits by the time she’s your age. As for Harper, God, I honestly worry she’s gonna be calling the principal down to see her.” 

“Is this your subtle way of telling me I’m your favorite child?” 

“No, this is my subtle way of thanking you that despite your run in with the pants police today, you’re the one I’m least worried about having to bail out of jail one day. Don’t tell them I said that.” 

“Your secret’s safe with me, Dad.”  

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Delirium | T.S

Summary: Thomas pays a last visit to the woman he always had a thing for | dark!AU and 🔞

A/N: This makes me feel like a nasty hoe, I just wanted to write smut with a Tommy who's obsessed but not violent, if that makes sense 🥴

Warning: Tommy being delusional 

The kitchen felt warmer than it probably was, Tommy's presence scared her, especially in moments they were alone.

Of course, her husband's presence wouldn't make a huge difference, he was a humble civilian and Tommy could pull out a gun on him at any moment. She preferred to meet in public spaces, where she'd be able to call for help.

He sat at the table, sipping on his tea with disturbing peace, as if he was the man of the house.

“Tommy,” she gulped, leaning on the counter far from him, “my husband will be home soon, so if you don't have anything to say-”

‘I thought I gave this house to you,” he interrupted.

“Y-yes, but he lives here too,” 

“Lucky, ain't he?” he nodded, the glassy look in his eyes scared her, “I gave you this place in consideration for you and the baby and he gets to decide who visits,”

“We know how lucky we are for having your sympathy,” 

“Sympathy,” he scoffed.

Lowering her head, she got ready for what seemed to be another one of his episodes. After every single one, she regretted the day she stepped into his family's betting shop looking for a job. After that, she never had peace.

People said after the war Thomas chose to be alone, she saw it differently, he was always surrounded by whores and flirting with the newcomer barmaid. Every now and then, he invited her to dates. Surely he wasn't a man she'd call lonely.

By then, his behavior didn't bother her, Small Heath was full of perverts and womanizers. He was just another one of them until he started to chase her. 

Even with his aunt's insistence for her to give him a chance, she paid him no mind, thinking Polly only favored her so he'd forget the barmaid who was later revealed to be a cop. Also, she heard he had an affair with his secretary and wooed his horse trainer, all while flirting with her and promising the world if she gave in. 

When Thomas got married, she swore things would get better, he'd leave her alone and wouldn't be in the betting shop as often. What an awful prevision. In a matter of weeks, he forbade his employees from dating, although she liked to think it was only because of business, she thought the order was way too strict.

Then the worst phase came, widowed Thomas was clingy, forceful, controlling and manipulative. His sad blue eyes would convince her of anything - or almost anything, the bedroom's part, she left for Lizzie - it was when she realized that for him to forget about her, she had to leave him. A new job should be enough.

One day after she resigned, he knocked on her door, asking all the reasons why she wasn't part of the company anymore and promising he'd stop chasing her. What a fool she was for believing. Thomas didn't stop flirting. He only changed his methods. Every week, she'd find a small - or a huge - gift by her desk.

Years went by and she moved on, Thomas became a permanent hurdle she chose to ignore. Nowadays, they were both married and with children, though sometimes he'd still remind her that if she wanted him, he'd be there.

“...do you want to talk?” she asked, perhaps with the death of his daughter he wanted consolation.

“Do I scare you?”

“No, hm,” she lied, his question surprised her, “a bit, sometimes, but mostly no,” 

“It came to me last night, perhaps I scared you, that's why you never wanted me,” 

“Tommy-”

“Y’know, some nights- many nights,” he wasn't looking at her, with his distant eyes and head low, she knew it'd be better to let him finish his monolog, “you were all I thought about, no shovels, no curses, just you, my wife,” 

“What?” she was shocked, but it didn't matter, he wasn't listening.

“We'd make love every night before going to sleep and I'd find out everything, what you like, what you don't,” he sighed, “and the rest wouldn't fucking matter, it'd be just you and me,” 

Finally, he looked at her waiting for an answer. She, on the other hand, didn't know what to say.

“Tommy, perhaps-” she started, “you know I have much respect for you, but also for Mrs. Shelby and my husband, so perhaps it's time you let go of this infatuation for me,” 

“Is this what you think it is? Infatuation?” 

“I-”

“Sometimes I thought of forcing you,” he confessed, “after everything I gave you it'd be fair, wouldn't it? To take something back, but that was the problem, I never wanted to fuck you, I wanted you to want me, sounds stupid now, eh?” 

“Why did you come here tonight?” after his speech, she was desperate for him to leave. 

“To tell you you'll finally have what you wanted, I won't bother you anymore,” he explained, “I'm sick,”

“With what?” 

“Tuberculoma,” 

All she did was stare, Thomas Shelby, the man who survived poverty, war and a dangerous career choice was killing himself from inside out. The worst part of her was relieved, the best felt bad for him.

“What about your son?” she mumbled.

“He's in good hands,” 

“Well, hm, I'm sorry,”

“Are you?”

Tommy finished his tea in a big gulp. His posture told her his objective wasn't done yet. Of course not, he always had an A on his sleeve.

“There's another reason why I came here tonight,” he admitted, “I'm gonna ask you something in good faith,” 

“Yes?”

“Grant me a last wish, all I ever wanted,” 

“What is it?” she tensed up.

“Sleep with me, as if we were husband and wife,” he pleaded, blown out eyes fixed on her.

“What?! I can't!” 

“Why not?”

“Because I'm married! We both are!” 

“Me? I'm not anymore,” 

“We can't, Tommy,”

“Please, not one has to know,” never in her life, she thought she'd see him beg, “first and last time,”

Again, she was speechless, guilty for considering giving in to him, but wouldn't it be merciful? Before she decided, he walked to her, cupping her face between his hands.

His lips met her cheek, gently kissing her, she barely believed when he started to smell her. For him, it was the best scent he ever felt.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she allowed him to keep going only to see how far he'd go. His palm was warm and easily covered half her face, his kisses went down her neck, different from what she was used to, her husband was sweet, Tommy was intense, drinking her in like a starving man.

He brought her closer, holding her waist with a strong grip. From that distance, she smelled the lingering cologne underneath the cigarette scent. The warmth from his skin gave her unwanted shivers.

Naively, she rested her hands on his back, it was all he needed to lift her to the counter, sitting her down and standing between her legs. As if she got out of trance, she pushed him away.

“Tommy,” she used a leg to create distance, foot well positioned on his chest, “we can't,” 

She expected him to retaliate, his fast breath and dilated eyes made her feel like a prey, he was the predator about to pounce. Instead, he took her foot into his hands, slowly kissing the way up her legs. She had all the time in the world to stop him, but her body froze with his affections.

Once he reached her thigh, Tommy put his head under her skirt, she felt his rough fingers undo her stockings and obliged, lifting her hips for him to pull her panties down. 

With his breath against her cunt, she held tightly to the counter, the surface was cold in her warm hands. He parted her inner lips with his tongue, making her jump slightly.

The foreign feeling brought excitement to her core, weak moans poured from her lips as Tommy sucked her clit.

Lifting her skirt, she ran a hand through his hair, he lowly hummed, burying his face further between her legs before standing up, starting a greedy kiss.

Through the desperate yearning, he was gentle, cupping her face and giving her little pecks every time she ran out of breath. She took his coat off and held onto him, from his waistcoat texture it must've been extremely expensive. 

Touching his thin body, few ribs could be counted even if she'd still consider him strong. Tommy started unbuttoning her dress and she stopped him.

“Like man and wife, you said?”

Excitement built in Tommy's chest, she'd be finally his, the idea got him hard as a rock. With a last peck on his lips, she guided him upstairs, avoiding looking at her family pictures. They made her feel bad.

Through the hallway, he stopped and stared at her daughter's bedroom's door, highlighted by the lilac color contrasting with the rest of white ones, “What's her name again?” 

“Agatha,” 

He sighed, picturing a little girl with her eyes, who'd play near the canal with Ruby, Charlie and Duke. She'd watch them from far, the three sweetest girls he ever met, that sounded like heaven, a heaven he'd never reach.

Pulling him to the guest room, she sat him on the bed, the spare, impersonal mattress that'd be ruined by her infidelity. As she straddled his lap, Tommy spread kisses on her chest, her head fell back from pleasure, body warming up to him.

As tempting as melting into his arms was, she wanted to give him an experience, something slow and intimate, between those four walls there was no unreciprocated love or unfaithfulness, only the two of them. 

She cupped his face and touched their foreheads together, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his waistcoat, “Tell me about your day,” 

“I'm glad it's already over,” he drawled, hands traveling through her back.

“Did you miss me?” she held a giggle at his unnecessary tie clip, he probably urged to show the world he could afford one. 

“I-” he gulped when she put the small golden clip between her lips, “did,” 

Fully undressing wasn't sexy like in books she'd read before, she had to stand up and got particularly shy while Tommy watched. However, she managed to get a few chuckles while taking the boots off his feet.

“I can tell,” with him brushing on her thigh, she got rid of his clothing and pushed him down the mattress. His eyes shone at the view of her on top of him, hands gripping on her dress as a silent request to take it off.

Playfully, she threw her last piece of clothing at him, a wool stocking far from being sexy. With a small smile, he pulled her back to bed, climbing on top of her in a swift move. His hands grabbed her waist while his face was buried on her neck, between kisses and bites, she could tell he was overwhelmed.

Wrapping her legs around him, she called his name in a whisper, Tommy lifted his head getting face to face with her and for a moment, it'd be foolish to deny he looked beautiful, lips swollen, hazed eyes and blushy cheeks fitting perfectly into his features.

The gray hair growing on his shaved sides caught her attention, a sign of how long he'd been pinning for her. She had seen him go from bookmaker to member of parliament, from a man who always wore the same three fancy suits to a man who could gift a house and yet, to her, Thomas Shelby was nothing but a pretty painting, something to admire, but never to hold dear.  

“What?” he noticed he was being observed.

“Nothing, can't I just look at you?” 

He squinted, lightly squeezing her cheeks together. She tensed up, realizing how vulnerable she was lying naked under him.

“Tom?” she feared some sudden change of demeanor.

His previous kindness suddenly vanished, Tommy kissed her hungrily and her body betrayed her, surrendering completely, urging to become one with him.

A tiny moan was all to be heard when he slid into her, then the bed started to crackle and the impact of his thrusts mixed with their heavy breaths. 

She tried to pull his head to her shoulder in an intimate embrace, he didn't let her, holding her hands above her head, “Want to look at you,”

The admission put a smile on her face, besides everything Tommy was sweet, certainly not like she imagined a gangster would be in bed. 

Between sloppy kisses, he freed one of her hands that she took to his back, his skin was soft, the only bumps were the scars he got in war and business, still, it was nothing she'd consider imperfections, it all added deepness to the artwork he was.

Freeing her other hand, she hugged him closer, the sudden pull disturbed his steady pace and she giggled at the surprised huff he let out.

Tommy Shelby wasn't a man to be vulnerable often, to see him make such noises or show desperate desire was more intimate than all the years she spent with her own husband. She wanted to see more.

The question crossed her lips before she could consider any further consequences, “Do you love me, Tommy?” 

He swallowed, gripping on her legs and pounding into her harder, “I do, fuck, I do, I love you,” 

Squeezing her eyes shut, her back arched from a consuming orgasm. Tommy's name filled the room in loud moans as her nails sank in his back.

After few more thrusts, he poured inside her. Tommy rested his forehead on hers and they breathed heavily. With mind foggy and his gentle caresses on her head, she didn’t hear steps on the other side of the door.

Hard knocks on the door made her freeze inside, Tommy had a tiny smirk on his face while her husband called from outside, “What the fuck is going on in there?!” 

[melissatalks]

It's alright love

A/N so this is the one-shot that isn't finished should I continue it?

Summary: Reader and Billie have been dating for a while, the time has come for y/n to meet her family properly. Reader is very shy and stressed about it. Just a small cute thing :)

A/n: this is my first time writing a fanfic since my Danganronpa phase so 💀 also not spelled checked cause I ain't spell checking that. Also...it's Blondie but with our time iykwim like it's 2023 but it's Blondie cause Blondie 😍😍😍😍😍

The original request was very shy!reader but I feel like I did more very anxious!Reader so...

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Y/N POV:

It was three in the afternoon, I was resting my head on Billie's chest, cuddling and pressing soft kisses from time to time while listening to soft music. We were going to her parents house in a few hours and it's all I could think about. Billie and I have been dating for quite a few months but I've never got to know her family properly, I've always been too stressed and shy to ask anything or even talk to any of them.

"Are you okay love? You seem distracted." I hear Billie's soft voice say.

I've always struggled with my shyness. It was honestly a true miracle I started talking with Billie, she just makes me so...comfortable?

"Love?" She repeats.

I lift up my head looking straight in her eyes. How could someone have such beautiful eyes? How could someone be this beautiful to start with?

"Is it about the dinner with my family?" She whispers softly.

"I'm sorry bils, I don't know if I can." I answer, my anxiety is taking over even if I don't want it to.

"it's alright love, it's gonna be all good. Why are you so stressed?" She asks me. I can feel some sort of concern and confusion in her voice.

I sigh before admitting the truth. "I'm scared I'll embarrass myself because I'm too shy."

Billie giggles softly before putting one of her hands through my hair.

"Y/n look at me. I'm a literal copy of my brother but in different fonts and my parents are the sweetest and most caring people ever. You can't go wrong with them. Plus you've already seen them! Look, I'll always be next to you and you can hold my hand and squeeze it as much as you want or need. Deal?"

I smile softly at her words. I'm so glad I went to her party, I always wonder what would've happened if I never texted her happy birthday.

"deal."

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It was currently 5:47 and we were turning into the street. I was doing good ignoring my stress. Billie had her right hand on my thigh (I'm Canadian idk in what way yall drive in California) and I was simply resting with my eyes closed, listening to the sound of the rain mixed with the sound of Dragon's engine and Shark breathing very very loudly in my ears. Everything was going better until Billie turned in the driveway. The anxiety of embarrassing myself started settling in again I could tell Billie noticed since she started pressing down softly on my leg to try to calm my leg bouncing which had became more severe.

"want me to hold you?" Billie said before we got out of the car.

I nodded before pushing the door open. Billie ran to me with the umbrella, shark running behind her and I couldn't help but laugh at their cuteness. I felt her arms snake around my waist before feeling her soft lips kissing my shoulder. We walked up to the front door and Billie softly knocked on the door before opening it. She made me get in and shook the water off the umbrella before putting it down to hug her mom. Walking in here felt like walking in your grandparents house for brunch on a Saturday morning, all warm and cozy. When Billie pulls away, Maggie turns to face me before offering me a hug which I hesitantly but gladly take. I now know where Billie gets her hugs from.

"It's good seeing you again sweetie." Maggie says before pulling away from the hug.

"Uhm it's nice seeing you guys again too." I say quietly, looking at the floor. Shit. That sounded mean. At this point I'm holding Billie's hand so hard. The specific thing

I feel Billie's arms go around my waist again before kissing my shoulder again. We could hear Patrick, Finneas and Claudia having a chat in the living room. We could also hear Peaches and Shark playing together. (Does anyone knows Billie's other foster puppy's name?)

"wanna drop our stuff in my room and then join everyone?" Billie whispers in my ears.

"uh yeah, yeah." I say quietly, I just wanna disappear at this point.

I follow Billie to her room, I watch as she closes the door. She sits down on her bed before indicating me to sit down next to her. I sit down and I feel her hand on my thigh. I look at her smiling.

"it's okay to be shy babe." She says looking at me with a serious look on her face.

"they know you're shy honey. Look I'm gonna be with you the whole time, you can go chat with them once you've gotten more comfortable. It's alright love."

[mirrorbvllhoon]

ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (Dionysus!Jake x Ariadne!fem!reader)

This ain't no phase

I promise I'ma be the one who stays

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WC:2.1k

CW: fluff, being abandoned, betrayal, and I think that's it

Y/n had woken up a few hours after the sun rose to paint the earth canvas with its light, the same light that covered her skin like a cloak, the warmness of the sun heating her body after the abysmal coldness of the night had weakened the strength that she had left, she looked to the horizon, to the reflection of the sky over the see, how there was no longer a ship on the deck, how she had arrived accompanied to the island of Naxos, but now she was alone, there was no ship, no food, and of course, no Theseus.

Her eyes closed, her body still lying on the blanket Theseus decided to leave her with, his last act of mercy if it could have even been called that; in the silence of the day she had no other thing to than remembering, longing for her old live who now seemed so glorious compared to the vanity of her situation now, how only a week ago she was still a princess in Crete, how she was free, oh how she longed now for that liberty, she remembered how she had decided to help Theseus…out of the kindness of her heart

She remembered the palace the gardens that surrounded it, the labyrinth under it, which hid a minotaur, only the gods knew for how long that beast was roaming around, and King Minos of Crete, y/n’s father, in an attempt to protect his kingdom selected seven young men and seven young woman, who then were taken to the minotaur’s labyrinth, each and every year the tributes arrived to satiate the beast’s hunger and thus for maintaining the treaty between the kingdom of crete and the kingdom of Athens.

That was until Theseus decided to put the massacre to an end, hoping to become the hero the prophecies told of him had prepared him to be, he sailed with the other young men promising justice and vengeance to his land and that each and every young men and women would visit their families again.

It was time for the tributes to be seen and presented before King Minos, however the young y/n was accompanying her father, she had no interest in the politics and the sacrifices, however she couldn’t contradict her father, so she just watched and stood quietly along him, that was until her eyes were focused on the young Theseus…

That same night she arrived at the dungeons where the tributes were made to sleep and rest, she stood next to Theseus' cell and whispered for only him to listen

“I think it would be a waste for someone like you to die in here” she pronounced

“Oh, but if it’s the princess y/n herself, to what do I owe the pleasure?” answered Theseus, his voice filled with bittersweet discomfort.

“I will help you to escape the labyrinth” she whispered, taking a ball of yarn and a sword, “Here, you will use this yarn to make a path and this sword will allow you to kill the beast… I must confess I do this just because I don’t wish for my hands to have the blood my father has spilled”

“Or… you could just admit you fancy me, I saw how you eyed me up there” he said, a crooked smile on his face.

Her empathy was nearly reduced to an object of desire, and although she had thought of Theseus as a young handsome men, she wished for freedom more than she did for a lover but there was something in him that tried to proof her wrong, and the deafening silence spoke for itself, maybe y/n was in love after all.

Once Theseus had put and end to the minotaurs life he ran away along y/n to the island of Naxos, after betraying her country, she had become a runaway, yet the crown over her head still reminded her that she was Theseus queen… until he decided she wasn’t.

There she was, alone in Naxos, Theseus had what he wanted, freedom for his people and glory attributed to his name, because y/n had helped her in secret, no one would know the secret behind his great escape from the labyrinth.

She had no food to eat, no cloak to cover her from the night’s coldness, she was alone on her own, no kingdom, no lover, how could she bear living?

Her eyes opened again, the sun had set already, and in an attempt to eat she started to walk through the island, searching for something that could satiate her hunger.

“Who are you?” a voice spoke from behind the bushes, that made her turn around searching for the recipient of said voice.

“Who are you?” she answered, fear in her voice yet the sound was still firm.

Silence then a low chuckle, “You are quite a brave mortal to even dare to speak to me”

The young god stepped outside from his hidings, and now in front of y/n stood Jake, a cursed god, yet the less cruel of them, his body was astonishing and so was his face, a god of wine and festivities that had a face that could be worshiped, yet to his eyes the women in front of him was an enigma, beauty adorned her face contrasting the torn edges of her dress and her arms a product of the bushes and thorns that surrounded the area, the smirk drawn on his face turned to confusion, the same confusion that adorned on her face and pricked under her skin.

“Are you hurt?” he asked his voice turned to a soft almost melodious tone, “I’m Jake, I’m sorry if I scared you, don’t cry please”

The tears in her eyes weren’t teared for him, they belonged to Theseus as her old self, yet now she was in front of Jake, a god so delicate and kind because of his mortal mother, of how he had shared the feelings and sadness that humans felt as well, all of that hidden through the pleasures and theatricalities of his facade.

“You didn’t scare me, I’m just searching for something to eat, I haven’t eaten in so long”

“And why are tears in your eyes? if they are from hunger I can bring you something to eat, and something to change too… whatever you need I can give you that”

“I betrayed my country to save the life of the prince of Athens, we escaped from Crete because otherwise we would’ve been killed, I thought he liked me but then this morning he just abandoned me… his ship is gone and so is every trace of him”

Jake was cursed by Hera into madness, but not only that, his own mother was a mortal, so unlike the many gods that existed and wandered through the earth, he was far more compassionate and understanding of the human emotions and the complications that the same ones created, so when he heard about what had happened to the beautiful young women in front of her, he couldn’t feel anything else than sadness and pure anger.

“Well for being a prince he is such a prick” Jake scoffed after the princess had told him each and every piece of the story.

She looked at him for a second and chuckled, “Well he is a prince, aren’t all of them the same?”

“Well, they’re mortal…”

“You forget the fact I am mortal as well” she scoffed, playfully acting as if his words had hurt her, placing her left hand over her chest.

He got close to her, taking her hand and putting it to the side of her body, a genuine smile drew from his lips, “Of course darling, but you are you”

y/n blushed at the remark, and freed her hand from his hold.

“I stand by my offer”, Jake continued, “whatever you want I will give you, you can follow me, I can show you a place where you can stay for however long you wish, I’ll take care of you”

He offered her hand and for a brief moment y/n remembered Theseus and the empty promises he had made her, but this time when she held his hand it was all different, this time there was no risk no what-ifs, this time she knew it as clear as the water that surrounded her, she wouldn’t be left alone.

The days passed by and as promised, Jake had provided for her anything he desired, dressing his affect and love for the princess as mere chivalry, however she was smarter than that, she knew for a fact that there was something else than a deep bonding because of their circumstances, then the day arrived where in the midst of gazing at the stars at night she held her courage and decided to ask him.

“What’s it that’s going between us?”

“What do you mean darling?”

“I mean this, I don’t understand, is it pure kindness or chivalry? and if it is, then why do you keep looking at me with those eyes and smile at me with that damned beautiful smile… I think I’m in love with you, but then…”

She was in the middle of her ranting when she felt a pair of lips crashing into hers, inviting yet full of tenderness, Jake’s arms found her back and hugging her close, he separated from the kiss, now her head rested on the crook of his neck and his hands played with the strings of her hair

“I’ve loved you since I saw you for the first time in those bushes, you took quite a long time to decipher that… I thought I made myself obvious when I told you I would give you whatever you wished for” he whispered to her, kissing her forehead.

“Well, you should’ve specified… what if I told you I wanted to be a goddess?” She replied, hoping that her comment would take him off, instead just a small chuckle left her mouth.

“Then I would’ve given you ambrosia and made you a goddess, my goddess if that’s what you wanted, if you wanted to I would give you a whole constellation…”

“And what if I told you I wanted us to get married?”

“Just give me a date and we’ll make that happen”

she looked at him doe-eyed, she couldn’t even understand how she had gone from being a princess, to a runaway, to alone to herself again, and now she had the opportunity to be herself with Jake by her side, and now there she was, with him hugging her tight protecting her body with his whispering sweet nothings and “I love you”s every few seconds.

“I love you too” she whispered, which made him smile, then both of them fell asleep.

When the wedding day finally arrived the isle of Naxos was dressed in the most beautiful flowers and trees, the island couldn’t have looked greener than that day, when Jake and y/n stood in front of each other, vowing to love each other forever for the whole eternity, and this time it was meant to be.

“I do” he had said before kissing her again, as he had done many times before and would continue to do many times.

He took the tiara over her head in his hands, taking her by surprise for a second, until he tossed it to the sky where it became no longer visible, confussion lingered over but he assured her that once the night arrived she would understand.

The night arrived sooner that day, thanks to the desire that unraveled between the two young souls, and when y/n took a look over the darkness of cloak that covered the sky canvas, she could see something familiar.

“Is that my tiara in the sky?” she asked quietly, Jake's hands surrounding her.

“Now everyone will know of how much I love you, and when you forget about it too, you can look to the night sky and you'll see”

Life was kind to both of them, allowing them to leave happily with each other, with the pass of time Jake had turned y/n into a goddess, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to exist without her, the proof of their love remained written on the stars above and on the hearts and mouths of the people who told their tale, spreading the rumors of how a princess promised to be a queen became a goddess, and how value comes from the right set of eyes, because in Jake’s eyes, she was the most beautiful and deserving of everything.

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[beeandheroddobsessions]

Don’t Go Away.

Warnings: Supernatural elements, dead!Elvis, Reader is trapped, psychological torture?, manipulation, Elvis is really unstable.

Summary: Reader has plans made and considering the state of house, can’t stay in it. Elvis isn’t having it.

A/N: It took me so long to decide what direction I wanted to take this in. I love love love wholesome stories but I just had to go with difficult reader/obsessive lover. Anywho, happy reading! -Bee💕

The sun peeking through the curtains and the slight breeze across your face welcomes you into a new day. As your eyes adjust and you regain consciousness, the events that took place only hours ago flood your mind. 

Maybe it was an odd dream; there's no possible way you could've met postmortem-

"Rise n' Shine, sleepin' beauty!" 

A shriek fills the room yet again, and it's apparent that last night did, in fact, happen as you remember it. You're gripping the covers for dear life, chest heaving as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

 Elvis has always found himself funny. Making you jump sky high has him cackling so hard every few seconds it comes out as a whistle.

"Very funny." You grumble. You toss the blankets to the side and swing your legs over the bed, ignoring Elvis and his incessant laughter, to get ready for the day.

The amused booms dwindle to light chuckles as you rummage through your suitcase. Is it warm? You should dress lightly. 

"Are ya busy today, honey?" Elvis questions while catching his breath.

"With the house? Yeah, I ain't got much of a choice but to be." You reply lazily, inspecting a lavender sundress. Not for housework, you think. 

Elvis kisses his teeth, unsatisfied with what he deems a 'snarky remark,'

"No, I mean are ya leavin'?" 

The only reply you offer is a shake of the head. Something else he didn't like. The faux brunet shifts his position, standing directly in front of you. His expression falls flat, and he folds his arms.

"Now y/n, I may be dead but m'still a person. I know your mama taught you better than to ignore someone when they're speakin' to-"

Seeing where this is going has you arching a brow. Who knew he'd feel so entitled to your attention.

"I didn't ignore-"

You can't even get through the sentence before a chair comes rushing from the other side of the room and under your rump. You grip the arms of it, unsure of what just happened. The shocked, more so scared, expression painting your features phases Elvis none.

The man leering down at you breathes in through his nose before placing his hand over yours and squeezing tight.

None of this makes sense to you. Yesterday when you tried to touch him, you went right through, leaving a trail of smoke. Now you're faced with something you can feel. It's unnerving. 

When Elvis begins to speak, a real chill is sent down your spine."  

"Honey, I understand it's early and I gave ya a bit of a fright. That don't mean you get ta be rude to me in my own damn house,” He pauses to take in a breath, eyes stilled trained on you.

“I don't give a damn how much money you spent to get your hands on it. I am trapped here, not you. I'm the one stuck in these walls forever. Not. You."

You're shaking like a leaf. Figuring he's finished, you open your mouth. Elvis holds up a finger, wanting to be sure you understand what he is saying. 

"I know the ins n' outs of this place like the back of my goddamned hand. Don't you cross me twice, sugarplum, wouldn't want you to get lost."

With those striking blues locked with your own eyes, all you can do is nod as you begin to sputter.

"I—M'sorry, Elvis I-" 

As if a switch was flipped, the man before you flashes one of his infamous crooked smiles and clasps his hands together, returning to the drapes.

"No harm done! What'd ya have planned for today?"

The sudden change in demeanor leaves you feeling uneasy. On top of that, you're still reeling at the fact that he could, no…can touch you.

In truth, you didn't know if you could stay here. Aside from the fact that there is a dead musician constantly traversing what was supposed to be your home, it's too dangerous to be in this house right now.

And your mama really was right about the loose beams. Every now and again, the house settles, and you nearly shit yourself at the idea of it collapsing. 

You texted her about it before falling asleep and she all but demanded you crash at hers until the house was stable.

With your eyes laser focused on the floor, you stammer out your plans before you can be reprimanded again.

"W-well, m'gonna head to the hardware store n' see about pricing to get the floors redone. Come back here, fix what I can until dinner, then get some clothes ready and-"

Elvis can't help how his ears perk up at the word' clothes.' Why would you come back for clothes? Were you going somewhere else? A girl like you shouldn't be out after dark. But his curiosity won't leave him be.

"Clothes for what sugar?" 

The question seems genuine to you like he really is just curious. Elvis knows that's only half of it. You are the only one in years that's come to Graceland and treated it like what it was, someone's home.

Maybe it's the lack of interaction or how you care so much for his home; either way, Elvis isn't all that pleased with the idea of you leaving. Even so, he awaits your answer.

"Oh, m'stayin' with mama for a while. Least till the house is structurally sound. She and I both think it's a little…hazardous." You explain.

When you don't hear a response back, a chuckle escapes you. How ironic. You stand from the chair and realize Elvis isn't even in the room. You shrug and head to the bathroom, a shower calling your name.

When you make your way out and begin to get ready, the lights flicker. Ha-ha, you think.

Once dressed for the day, you leave the room and descend the stairs, keys in hand, headed straight for the door. You turn to call out a quick goodbye to your impromptu roommate, but still no response.

You huff and turn back. When you do, the door isn't in front of you anymore. Instead, you're in the kitchen. Weird. You know for a fact that you walked straight to the door. You spin on your feet, itching to leave now.

This place makes you feel crazy. As you step forward, the scene in front of you rotates; the whole house just shifts before your eyes. Now, you stand in the front room. 

If you could, you'd pick your jaw up off the floor. After standing for a moment, the dash you make for the door should be a record. And yet, the door is pulled out of reach. What would typically be a ten-foot walk stretches into a hallway about a mile long.

 Were you on something? Not enough sleep? You don't remember taking anything. Instead of wasting your time getting to the end of this… new tunnel, you try the back door. As you shuffle through the house. 

You're meters away and think for just a second that you were just trippin'. When you pull it open, what you see makes your stomach somersault. It was just eleven-thirty, and your day had barely started, so why was it pitch-black outside? 

"What the fuck?" You say to no one in particular. Stepping out, you look around, absolutely baffled. You take a few steps backward, placing your hand behind you on the knob or where it should've been. Quizzically, you look behind you. The house was fucking gone. 

Nothing lies in front of you except the porch and what seems to be a perfect circle of trees. You're closed in, trapped, and you can do nothing about it.

"No—no, fucking way." Your breathing becomes rapid, and you can't help but wonder if your ghoulish friend has anything to do with this. You conclude that a regular ghost couldn't do something this extreme. 

At this point, you didn't know what to do. You felt defeated. Plopping down on the porch was the only option you had left. There is no way in hell you're taking your black ass into the surrounding woods. 

Your head finds a home in your hands, and frustration gets the best of you. Tears sting in your eyes, and a soft whimper leaves your lips. 

"I j-jus wanted to go see ab-bout the fucking carpet," you hiccup. 

"I told you how I felt about ladies swearin'." A deep, butter-smooth voice chimes.

You lift your head so quickly it could've flown off your shoulders. The front door is just past the man before you.

Sun is shining through the windows, and you aren't on the porch; you're on the stairs. Confusion doesn't begin to scratch the surface of what you're experiencing. 

Your mind couldn't have played a trick this bad on you. Something like that only happens in movies.

"Elvis? Where the—" You clear your throat and correct yourself when you notice the stern look on his face.

"Did you see any of what just happened?" 

The singer chuckles and squats down to eye level, "Course honey, gave me quite a laugh watchin' ya try and figure out this maze."

You tilt your head. Maze?

"What're you talkin' about El-"

He shakes his head, "Honey, don't you think if I coulda walked out that door I would've?" 

When he says this, you nearly vomit. You walk straight through his chest, prepared to rerun the same routine, but you pause for a moment.

"Elvis, you stay where I can see ya." You command. 

He shrugs his shoulders and does as you ask, "Didn't know ya liked lookin' at me. M'flattered."

You roll your eyes and move toward the door. Again, you end up in the kitchen. When you approach the entrance, the house does what it did before and spins on itself.

Elvis doesn't understand why you'd do this twice when once is enough to make someone nauseous. Tenacity has always been one of your best qualities though. 

When you head for the back door, Elvis rests a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him.

"Baby, ya can't leave. Don't waste your time."

You scoff; he can't be serious. 

"Mama left, the movers left, so why can't I?"

Elvis purses his lips, irritated because you won't just drop it. 

"Honey, seriously. Just have a seat, we can-"

"No, I need to go. There's gotta be someway out, Elvis. I ain't stay-"

Elvis's hand meets the wall near your head, mood shifting. The anger ever-present in his eyes lets you know he means business. You fail to realize the sourer he gets, the worse the house's condition.

It's a peculiar thing to watch. The paint on the walls peels in time with the rise and fall of his chest; the lights flicker as his eyes dart across your face. As his face reddens, it gets a bit dimmer. 

“Y/n, last warnin’. Don't interrupt when m'speakin', darlin'."

His darkened orbs bore into yours, searching for defiance. When he is confident you'll keep quiet, his breathing begins to regulate, and he takes a step back, adjusting his shirt a bit.

"This house is structurally sound, and you will stay here tonight. For now, just relax."

The air is thick, making it hard to breathe, even harder to speak.

 "I can't do that Elvis. Look at what just happened…" You whisper, hoping the soft tone won't set him off again.

He almost deflates when he realizes shaking you up didn't do as much as he thought it would. Who gets put through something like that and decides to be difficult?

Y/n L/n, that's who.

 It was starting to bother him; you were clueless about his trickery and capabilities. You should be weeping at the fact that everything is back to normal, and yet here you are, still trying to leave.

He could always make it harder for you to get off the grounds. Keep the illusions going. It's never worked in his favor, though. Everyone dies running from him. Usually, Elvis couldn't give two shits. 

But he already met your daddy; your mama is sweet and kind. And you, well, in Elvis's eyes, the only woman besides his mama to love him without question.

It was the house you fell for, and you could preach it all day long up and down the streets if it made you happy. Elvis wouldn't buy it for half a second, though.

 Why else would you go through the trouble of ensuring everything was untouched? Why would you keep everything he liked? Why buy a dying house you can't afford, if not to save him? 

Elvis saw through your coverup, and in his mind, you love him, and you're staying.

"Honey, you're the first person to…" He sighs, thinking of a way to make you understand that you belong here with him. 

"Don't go away, y/n. I ain't seen anybody worth seein' in years. Jus' spend some time with me? Hm? It don't seem too likely you'll leave soon anyway."

You ponder for a moment. If Elvis is right, there is no leaving anytime soon. In which case, it couldn't hurt to have company.

"Altight. But, ya promise to help me figure this mess out later on?" You ask

Elvis chuckles, not because what you said was funny, but because you have no clue what you've gotten yourself into.

"Of course, Sugarpie.”

Taglist: @powerofelvis @prayerstopresley @re3kin

[manlikeazi]

Promise - Aj Shabeel

AJ and the beta squad are at a mall in Qatar, where he’s struggling to find the perfect gift for you.

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"Come on bro, what are we doing here?" Chunkz complained for the 5th time since they arrived at the mall. Aj ignored the other's complaining as his eyes searched around while walking.

They all have been roaming around one of Qatar's biggest mall, trying to find and buy something. In which Aj dragged them out here in hopes of helping him choose the perfect gift.

They have not been doing much of helping Aj's my honest opinion.

"Seriously, what are you even looking for?" Sharky asked, carrying multiple bags he just bought from a designer store.

"You're dragging a man out in a place like this without no reason?" Chunkz asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Shush, just come along yeah?" Aj said in attempt to humor the group and immediately regretting when he saw Chunkz's reaction.

"Okay, cool" Chunkz said, with a nod that's making me feel a bit guilty. He just fixed his hoodie and tucked his hands into the pocket of his said hoodie.

Well, in Aj's reason. He chose Chunkz to help him because he's a big money spender. If you're even asking how Aj made him tag along. Don't ask, it took too many promises.

But Chunkz really knows what to buy and Aj thought that it might help me and Aj also have Sharky with him because the other man just wanted to come along and buy things for himself and his family back home.

Niko is gone, filming a video for his channel with George as his cameraman. Kenny is back in his training. So, he didn't really have a choice but to go with this two schmucks.

"I wanted to buy one gift for Y/N" Aj stated, then the boys stopped walking and turned their heads to look at me.

"She's back in London soon?" Chunkz stated more likely than he asked.

"Yes, now will you both please help me?" Aj asked looking back to back from Sharky to Chunkz.

"Expensive dress, Any clothes, no?" Sharky suggested, pointing at the stores with the said clothes.

Aj's mind wondered for a second about Sharky's idea.

It's not bad but I'm saving that incase everything went bad.

"Bracelet and necklace, even ring if you're planning to get married" Chunkz said with a smirk.

Why did I chose to bring them again?

"What about you?" Aj asked Chunkz with a knowing smirk. Sharky watching the interaction between the two making him wish that he bought popcorn.

"What?" Chunkz asked, looking confused.

"I ain't got no gyal" He stated, eyes avoiding Aj's.

No eye contact, closing the conversation immediately, yep, definitely lying.

Aj should be mad at him for not telling them, but maybe they're still in the getting to know phase.

Who ever she is, she's lucky to have my brother.

Aj deciding not to push it further but definitely some other day. He knows Chunkz too well and he also knows that his brother trust him a lot so, there is a good reason why is he not telling Aj for now. Maybe all in the right time.

"Just get her roses and teddies y'know" Sharky suggested stirring the conversation, trying to be involved in the conversation.

"Not that, I think she's not into that stuff" Aj said, feeling like he's loosing hope about this.

"And Chunkz is definitely lying, he probably went and buy three bags for her" Aj added jokingly with a smirk them runs when Chunkz gave me a threatening look and started to chase him around.

With Sharky's betrayal when he ran past him and Sharky made an attempt of capturing Aj. He let out a laugh, of course, boys being boys.

"Hey, remember this, yeah?" Aj said to Sharky, as he's also laughing while being defenseless.

Chunkz approached the two with him playfully punching Aj. It hurts but not to that really scrapping level, just light punches.

"Fine! I give up!" Aj conceded, raising both of his hands in shoulder level. Sharky released him while laughing and Chunkz stopped the light punching.

"I think we should eat first" Aj said pointing at the nearby restaurant.

"Nah, nah, we're going Nando's, so get your missus a gift and we're going to enjoy Nando's" Chunkz said.

That guy and his love for Nando's is unmatchable.

"You lot give us air in a plastic bag as a gift for the video, and we see you getting a very expensive gift?" Sharky ranted, giving Aj a fake offended look, while Chunkz just laughed at the memory.

"That's different" Aj defended with a teasing smile when Sharky gave him a playful push on my shoulder.

"You lot are violating me today, I'm being physically abused" Aj said fixing my cap sitting at his head. Hearing the boys laugh at his statement.

What should I really get her?

I want something that I can get a reaction from her.

"C'mon man, just get her a bit of everything since you can't decide" Chunkz said, impatiently.

"Knowing Y/N you can give her, y'know, bracelet that you made and she'll cry about it in gratitude" Sharky said and he shrugged.

Yeah, that sounds like her.

"I think, I'm going ring" Aj said, walking towards the jewelry store. The boys looked at each other and just gave him a confused look.

As they entered, Aj immediately asked for rings that they have, giving him many options and details about each of them.

After being there for thirty minutes, finally Aj found the perfect one. It is a composed of a round brilliant-cut diamond and paired with a band accented by round brilliant-cut diamonds. Only the very best.

That's good, he's already tempted to take that.

"That's the best one, you should get that" Chunkz said, taking a look at the ring.

"I'll marry you right away if you gave that to me" Sharky said, back again to his usual weird flirty remarks.

Chunkz and Aj just gave Sharky a weird look and ended up laughing while clinging to each other for a bit. While Sharky laughed along as well.

they waited patiently as the gift gets wrapped up. A minute later it was handed to him.

That fucked up his bank but it's worth it.

Aj thanked the staff and made their way back to the parking lot after Chunkz was finished making videos for his Snapchat stories.

"Brother, are you really planning to get married?" Chunkz asked with his concerned hand on Aj's shoulder.

"It's a promise ring, it's close enough to being engaged but still" Aj said being sure with his answer.

"If you're happy, then we're happy" Sharky said then he already started putting the things he bought to the back of the car.

Aj safely tucked the gift in the back of the car with a satisfied smile and admiration on the gift next to Chunkz's and Sharky's own things.

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Flight way back home to UK. After days Aj spending in Qatar for work and also charity match, he's finally going back home, back to you as he spent the last few days thinking about this moment.

He already planned a romantic dinner for the both of you. The soft glow of candle in the middle of the table. The both of you having a romantic dinner celebrating the first day that you met each other, he kept that a secret that he still remember the day that the both of your destiny intertwined.

He would've said that he just wanted to have a dinner rather than admitting it.

Laughter,  shared dreams, pure love to each other, strengthening the bond more as we grew more and more committed to each other.

And he's just about to show you how much he is committed to you.

As you enjoyed your meal, Aj couldn't contain his excitement as well as his nervousness. He knows in his heart that you’ll say yes with all of your heart to him, yet doubt lingers in him.

What if he scared you away?

What if it's too much for you?

What if he's going too fast?

Aj shaked himself awake, stopping himself for thinking too much.

If it's meant to be, then it'll go as plan.

He finally decided to show you the gift after you finished telling a story. Feeling the box inside his pocket deciding that it's finally the time.

"I want to give something for you" He said, pulling out the box and handing it over to you. Feeling his heart racing.

"You got me a gift?" In a soft tone you said, giving Aj a genuine smile with a lot of emotion showing in your face.

"I picked something up while I'm in Qatar" Aj said, already feeling the embarrassment of being called out of his doings.

"You didn't" You said expecting it to be a complete sent. 

Looking at him with uncertainty as your curiosity gets the better of you.  You opened the gift and you stared in awe, seeing a ring when you opened. It might be the best one you had ever seen.

You stared going back and forth to Aj and the gift. Tears in your eyes threatening to fall as you felt complete happiness in your chest. Never you would have known that you will meet the

"It's a promise ring" Aj stated, staring at you. Just glancing at your beauty and admiring.

"It's very beautiful Aj" You whispered admiring the beauty of the ring still sitting in the box. Aj took the gift from you gently, taking the ring by his hand.

"It means that I promise to love and support you, it's not much but it's the thought that counts" Aj said while smiling, slipping the ring to your finger. Admiring it in your hand, giving your hand a kiss.

Aj's heart overflowing with joy and his love for you.

You melted at his actions and being surprised that he actually got your size correct. There is absolutely nothing more that could make you happy more than Aj.

"I love you so much" You said with tears in your eyes.

"I promise to cherish this and the promise it represents" You added with a smile. The both of you smiling with content as you both continued eating the food.

With you fidgeting with your new ring, feeling that it is right where it belongs to be. A sign of commitment and love, you felt flustered and unable to comprehend everything that has happened in just a night.

This will probably be the best dinner date the both of you ever have and you wouldn't change it for the world. Hoping and praying to god that the both of you will only come out stronger than ever. 

- end -

Hey there lovelies! I rewrote this, nothing much changed just a few details here and there. How is everyone???

I hope y'all have an amazing day and absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[bosskie]

Molluck Model - Sculpting Phase

Yeah, I feel like I'm ready to show you this Molluck sculpt now since it's like 99.9 % done but I might still adjust some minor details; I'm just unsure about some stuff...

But yes, first, here's some comparison pictures with the older sculpt I also finished this year:

Yeah, a significant improvement, mainly thanks to learning a better sculpting technique... But that older sculpt helped me a lot here since it helped me with getting the body's basic shape right. Oh, and yes, I used heavily all the possible OWI's reference material for this... (I gotta say that I actually bought that Soulstorm Collector's Oddition edition just to get the artbook easily (but also for that Molluck print...) and I wished that it has proper reference photos for Molluck and it did! That book has helped me a lot with drawing Molluck... We literally cannot even see his fullbody in the game but all the other Gluks'... So, I really love that I can see his fullbody in the book, though yes, I can confess that I wish that it had 'the another version' too but that's why I did these sculpts! If OWI won't show the new Molluck as naked, I'll do it! Oh, yes, there do are two pictures of that naked model too but just to his shoulders. It's enough though since that model do is based on the New 'n' Tasty one and his body probably ain't altered.)

There ain't really clear (enough) references for Glukkon anatomy, at least in my opinion, so it's a lil challenge to get Molluck's anatomy right. So, I also added some own details and mixed stuff, like those hands I keep mentioning... I'm just weak for those hands, okay... He has the most beautiful hands I know. Though, the whole Gluk is the most beautiful thing I know... I could just like compliment every part of his body but I'm not gonna do it but 'tell Molluck'...

But, here's some more shots:

I coloured this sculpt just for showing it since I will probably colour him in another way later on. Frankly, I have no idea how the model is gonna turn out since I'm gonna do completely new stuff next... But I'm at least glad to have a better new Molluck model to play with! Oh, and yes, I did new eyes for him but I still need to figure out better way to create them... That glow just creates a lil challenge and therefore it can look exaggerated here too... And he has that expression just for fun!

Oh, and yes, I did promise to show some comparison stuff with human body too, so here you go:

My man and me. (Y) I'm actually surprised that Molluck ain't as tall as I imagined him to be compared to me... Oh, and I'm not even tall, just about Abe's height. (Edit: I realized that I did the scaling incorrectly first, but it's fixed now.) Maybe those height charts ain't totally accurate but this is as accurate as it can be. Molluck is 7 ft / 213.36 cm tall but as you can see, the size of his body parts is quite varied... He has huge head and hands and his arms are very tall (or long, but it's his arms that make him so tall!)... But his torso is close to human's in size but his legs are small... Frankly, it took me some time to be able to enjoy his 'sizes' since I don't really enjoy being the smaller one but his 'sizes' compensate that too. Now, I have no problem with this and I really love him being big and small at the same time! Like, man, this Gluk just makes me go crazy... The hottest thing ever... Yeah, I'm quite happy to be with Molluck and it just gets better and better!

Yeah, uh, what a sexy beast Molluck is... It feels so odd to show stuff like this but I wanna be brave and do it anyway. I know that I could have taken the colours away from the human model but I let them be since it felt too 'soulless' without colours. I bet that someone might wonder what model it is, so I can say that it's just one model I have from doing adult animations for a mod (never published or even finished)... And yeah, those colours suck due to topology stuff and the way I coloured it but it's enough for now for me. Gotta model myself one day too... I'm glad that I can at least live with Molluck in a virtual world!

Oh, and I wanna just say again that I found Molluck attractive only after I started loving him. I can see his certain ugliness but it only makes him so beautiful for me... And even I know what he has done in his life, I still love him so much. He just seems like my Gluk and the reason why I started to love him was that I saw myself in him, I could identify with him. I just don't care about his crimes and he lives in a brutal world, he barely could do anything else than follow what the Magog Cartel wants. I also mean that I don't get anything special from his crimes, unlike one person I saw on Twitter back then... (The person listed all their paraphilias related to their Molluck lust on their bio...) The main thing is just that he feel so 'me' and right for me. I have never felt the same with any other character, there has always been something that has't felt right. Molluck just feels friendly, despite of the image he has in public... I can understand him, like his anger issues, and I only just wish all the best for him... I just truly love this Gluk and that's why it feels like I just keep loving him more and more.

And kinda related to this, I must admit that sometimes, I wonder how people can have multiple fictional others or 'blorbos' or whatever you call those characters like that (I know the differences here but it's not the point.). I had recently a moment when I had two characters I was into (if you know, you know) but my relationship with Molluck only got stronger and I started to feel bad for him... (I also realized that I was 'looking for' Molluck in that other character since he was similar, so it was about Molluck after all too.) So, I can be 'like IRL' with this, meaning that like he was actually my spouse/partner (in a closed relationship). So, I just am with Molluck in my way since I just cannot have multiple fo's... My relationship with Molluck is just this strong and he feels 'alive' to me but I still know that he ain't real. So yeah, it feels like 'cheating' if I was with another character too.

Oh, and yes, I also gotta say that even his 'unsual' body proportions can be challenging, it doesn't prevent us from hugging, kissing or anything related to giving and sharing love! I just really enjoy his body, as it is. I mean, it would feel like he lost something if I drew him having 'a normal humanoid body' or how you should call that... It's just such a big part of him for me but also gives him certain adorability. I just cannot help it... I want this Gluk so badly but it also makes me learn things and get better at stuff! Like, yes, I'm doing that Molluck model mainly for my own Molluck fantasies but I also wanna use it to other stuff too.

But yeah, I know that you should start from simple stuff but I have always done what I have wanted in art, so... I'm unsure about the next steps since I have never done them but luckily there are plenty of tutorials out there and I also got some e-books for Blender stuff (that's where I learned doing eyes and that colouring for example). Yes, this is my first 3D character model thing I'm doing. I just wanna have a Molluck model this badly...

I could talk so much about Molluck... I just love this Gluk with my whole heart... 🫀 Yeah, I think that I should stop writing for now and get back to thinking Molluck (in bed since I should go to sleep now)! 💞✨

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hmmmm.... Just to be fair to all the Kangaroos, do you have NSFW headcannons for Ryan and Rena? Asking for science. Yup. Just science, nothing more. Don't look at me 😂

Just to be fair, yes, of course XD

Okay first of all looks!! Ryan and Rena are inverted colours-wise to what Kingston has. So their shoulders and backs in roo form are that golden peanut-butter like colour while their chest and underbelly are the dusky dark brown colour. And in human form they're both blonde. Ryan wears a very similar hat to Kingston, while Rena wears that shade of blue on her eyelids.

Rena:

THE DEFINITION of a switch XD It completely completely depends on her partner as to which roll she takes- but either way she kills. She can be a total dominatrix, knowing exactly how much force to use to make you cum, but also bat her eyelashes and make herself cry if she thinks that'll really get you going more. She loves both rolls, she doesn't have a preference XD (though... with Henry I think she's probably prefer to be the sweet little sub XD )

She's actually not a great dancer?? Its not her strength 😅 She's up to trying (Rena's up for anything), she'll get up on stage and work a pole good enough... but she ain't special. Not star-quality at all 😅 She's enthusiastic, though!! Haha.

HIGH sexual appetite. Like, this woman is always looking to fuck. Which is (part of) why she and Kingston go through their non-monogamous phases; sometimes he just can't keep up with her XD 😅 (or more like doesn't want to. He can-- he's just not quite as constantly horny as she is)

As I've said before- Rena is a femme fatale. A really fucked up, crazy, borderline depressed femme fatale, but a femme fatale all the same. And as such, she can be d a n g e r o u s l y sexy. I feel like I mostly talk about how batshit bonkers crazy she is, but she c a n often appear to be a mysterious and alluring creature. When she wants someone, she gets them. She's got amazing focus.

She w i l l t o t a l l y flash a person if she's dared to XD (so will Kingston).

Rena masturbates. A lot. Yes, she fucks a lot but sometimes she just... eh, doesn't feel like having anyone else there. She goes into moods where she hates everyone and can't bear to have anyone around her. And she's perfectly capable to give herself a mindblowing orgasm! Sometimes she's romantic with herself, lighting candles and taking herself slowly in the bath tub- and sometimes she dissapears into a dark corner or hallways and fingers herself quick and dirty.

Call her mommy!! Call her daddy!! She's so into it. Fuck yes she's your mommy. Who's your daddy?

Ryan:

Ryan is more a lover then a fucker. He wants to treat his girl (or gentleman caller) with respect- but oh my goddddddd he will drive you crazy. You'll want him to use you so bad. And he will... but it'll really take some convincing. And he may have to be a little pissed off, too.

Yes, Ryan may prefer to treat you nicely during sex... but that doesn't mean he's not in control. He will hold you perfectly still in order to eat you out properly, hold you down to pound you, hold your wrists together above your head, etc. He wants you to feel good!!

And- hell yes- Ryan loves to go down on his partner. Genuinly loves it. For his own pleasure as well as theirs. Whether it's a pretty pussy or a nice big cock he's gonna want it in and around his mouth.

Consent king. He taps articles of clothing before taking them off to get your permission, meticulously remembers even in the HOTTEST heat of the moment where you don't like being touched, leans in and waits for you to lean in the rest of the way. Also after-care king.

Very willing to fuck his friends. Kingston? Definitely!! He loves Kingston! If his best buddy wants an orgasm he'll take care of it. Wheezy? That guy is objectively hot as hell and he doesnt mind admitting it- so no he doesn't mind fucking him, at all. Poppy? If she's into it he'll take such good care of her ^^ Show her, platonically, how she should be getting fucked.

If Ryan were in the digital age- he would be e x c e l l e n t at dick pics and videos. No awkward shots of the head, no no. He's good at this. He'll send a picture of his hard cock hugged in tight underpants, he'll send a video of him adjusting this very obvious bulge. He'll tease you to death until finally he sends you a video of him pumping it. He likes dick too- he knows what we wanna see XD 😂

BONUS: Extra Kingston

THESE ARE TOTALLY HIM XDDD

[namkooktyddys]

3. Break Free

Author's P.O.V:

One Day to the Wedding

The enthusiasm had died. You were restless to get married and start a new phase of your life with Taehyung 2 days ago and look at you now.

You didn't feel like a bride at all.

There you were, continuously staring at the ceiling of your room as you were laying on your back. Just how quickly the things took a turn just before your D-Day. Everything was being replayed in your mind from the beginning, the day you and Taehyung met and immediately you fell for the man he was. Never you had thought he would be someone like this.

You went on 8 dates in total in a span of 17 months. Each time he would show up with a present for you, which you had preserved so dearly in your shelf. Your families met each other for 3 times in the same span of time.

This was not a love marriage.

It was rather an arranged marriage where you got convinced that Taehyung is the man of your dreams.

The demons inside your head was not letting you to reach a conclusion. You were constantly thinking about what had happened in the evening.

At the dinner table, you were all quiet while everyone was immersed in the wedding vibe. Ha-Eun was nowhere to be spotted. Tonight, the food was hard to chew, drinks were hard to gulp and the urge to swipe away all the plates on the table was at its peak. The whole time, your eyes were filled with tears, however nobody took a notice of that as your hairs hid your face perfectly. The pain that you were feeling was real. It felt like crying your heart out until you passout. Your body felt heavy looking at the smiles plastered on your parents face, wondering what would happen to those happy faces when they realize the truth.

Would they still force you to get married to a betrayer?

Hence, to confirm this doubt of yours, you pulled your mother to a corner amidst all the hush and rush.

"Ma..."

Your mother nodded at you while her entire attention was at your aunt who'd been drinking ever since she came to your place.

"Ma.. Listen to me."

"Oh yes I am, dear- Y/N? Ahh.. it's okay to feel overwhelmed."

Mrs. Lee wrapped her arms around your figure, engulfing you into a warm hug after she saw your teary eyes. She guessed you were anxious and overwhelmed about the wedding, and separation from your family.

This was your last straw. You broke down in her arms.

"Please call off this wedding."

She chuckled at your words and patted your back lightly.

"I ain't gonna spend my life with a cheater, Ma!"

Mrs. Lee's actions froze. Pulling off from the hug, she looked deep into your eyes hunting for an explanation, which you eventually gave her.

You summarized the entire scene but kept Ha-Eun away from the story. Instead, you lied that Taehyung was making out with a random girl cause no one would believe if you said it was your own sibling who did this to you. All your life, you got accused of being jealous of Ha-Eun so what would be the repercussions of spilling the naked truth?

"Dearie, Taehyung loves you so much and so do you, don't ya? It's better to pretend that event never happened okay? For you, and for us too yeah?"

"Gosh! Why should my life be at stake huh?!"

"Your dad will never agree to call it off you know? It's a wedding that holds the ability to change the trajectory of the fashion industry! Lees and Kims, two massive names are extending their relationships from just business partners. Well, about your life.... Life is full of compromises dear, and you gotta accept that. With the Kims, your future is gonna be secure and comfortable. And Taehyung... He is a good guy. It was just a mistake alright? You will forgive him and you both will lead a happy, successful life yeah?"

"Unbelievable Ma! Never in my wildest dreams I had thought of you being so unaffected!"

Your jaw clenched in anger recalling the conversation but is this how the world is shaped? Cheating on your partner is never a mistake but a choice. The cheater knows it well. They are aware about their wrongdoings yet get caught up in lust that lures them.

Why are you being forced to sacrifice your happiness and compromise, negotiate for the bad? You knew the world was always cruel, but when did it turn heartless, ready to trade anything and anyone for money? Your own blood behaved so indifferent and mean towards you.

All people care about is profit?

Reputation?

Society?

Social status?

Wealth?

This is your life, where you weren't in power. You had zero control over it. The steering of your life was in someone's else's hands and right now, they're driving towards the wrong lane. You thought to yourself, it's time to either continue with the journey, or snatch the steering. This is the time to become brave and bold, take a stand for yourself to save from ruining your future from your own hands. One wrong decision and there lies your emotions for the world to play with. That would be so damn foolish of you.

"'Secure and comfortable' my foot!"

Quickly jumping out of the bed, you picked the cat-shaped backpack purse from your cupboard and shoved a few clothes alongwith all the gifts you'd ever received from Taehyung inside it.

"WHEN I SAY I AIN'T MARRYING THAT BASTARD, I FUCKING MEAN IT."

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Author's Note:

What are your thoughts on this chapter? Will Y/N manage to escape from Kim?

[jnnul]

jnnul's [works in progress]: ii

because when have i ever done anything the way i planned on doing it? there are technically more than these but those probably won't be more than like 5k so i'm not including them here. i know. those are light work by now, aren't they?

the right side of wrong.

PAIRING ▸ sunghoon park x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ young justice au!, nightwing!sunghoon, there is a vision here of sunghoon as nightwing and i want everyone to have it as well, superhero au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (ofc), drinking, nsfw content (making out, thigh riding, oral sex, clothed sex), violence (fighting, blood, general superhero warnings), character death, on another note, y/n is mostly referred to as ardor just because my backslash button is stuck and it's pissing me off, sunghoon is a sexy mf, yes that's a warning, the first few parts of the story are in the chat font but that's just the profile section i swear, and yes, that's also a warning

SUMMARY ▸ sunghoon park has a really bad habit of collecting strays. especially strays by the name of y/n 'ardor' faust who are definitely not supposed to be showing up in gotham city with information on the light and a penchant for setting things on fire. but hey, technicalities, right?

PLAYLIST ▸ yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ varies per chapter

RELEASE DATE ▸ currently being released

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i've fallen back into my superhero phase (which i'm always in, who am i kidding?) and everyone needs to understand my love for the found family + superhero trope. extremely self-indulgent and shamelessly fun to write! it's a little different from what i usually write (college aus) so hopefully i do it justice (haha get it).

that ain't my baby

PAIRING ▸ jake sim x fem!actress!reader

GENRES ▸ idol x actress au!, exes to enemies to friends to lovers (idk either tbh), lots of famous ppl cameos

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (do you sense a pattern here), drinking, uhh nsfw content but specifics tbd, mentions of infidelity and emotional cheating, you're a bad bitch w an detachment issues, crazy stalker fans, accusations and false accusations, somebody claims to be in a relationship w someone but it's not true

SUMMARY ▸ we got married is back - with a vengeance! you're an actress who's just beginning her ascent to stardom after playing the main antagonist in a sleeper hit kdrama. jake sim is about to make his solo debut and needs to prove that he's got nothing to hide about his dating life. so the both of you join we got married to find fame, fortune, and favorable friends on the show. when the two of you were paired together on the show, everyone was sure that the two of you would hit it off immediately. the only issue? jake sim is your ex.

PLAYLIST ▸ maria - justin bieber, popular - the weeknd, back for more - txt, greedy - tate mcrae, obsessed - mariah carey

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 15k words

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ on hiatus

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i actually started writing this soon after i published the first work in progress masterlist but didn't write enough of it for it to be included as an official wip (kinda like how sm rookies works - if i didn't despise sm). after listening to the song maria though, i found the charm that this work was missing and it's back!

two reflections into one

PAIRING ▸ yudai koga (k) x streetdancer!fem!reader (ft. fuma)

GENRES ▸ dancer!au, fake relationship, mostly angst, 90s au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (it's basically not even a warning anymore), tbh not really a healthy relationship at first, you end up liking the second lead more (that's a warning.), k is a menace at first i'm so sorry, y/n is...questionable when it comes to drawing the line, this is the early 90s so 90s pop culture lol, probably a few inaccuracies

SUMMARY ▸ y/n l/n has always looked up to koga yudai - known better by his stage name k. and when the universe ends up delivering her directly to his front door, she decides she's definitely not going to go and knock it. but as they say, you should never meet your idols - a lesson that she learns the hard way when a twist of fate ends up with her having to pretend to date k, seeing more of her idol than she had ever imagined.

PLAYLIST ▸ maula mere maula - roop kumar rathod, hawa banke - darshan rawal, honeymoon avenue - ariana grande, ihyn - f.n.

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 20k words

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ on hiatus

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ the first time i planned out a fic scene by scene from start to end! let's see if that changes anything about how i write or if the characters decide to create a story of their own - regardless of what i think. i've always had more ideas than time to write anyway.

it's midnight in paris

PAIRING ▸ jung sungchan x reader (i'm aware that it's younghoon but i'm switching it and i haven't made a banner yet sue me)

GENRES ▸ percy jackson!au, greek mythology/demigod!au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (seriously.), all the warnings of demigod-ism (fighting, violence, characters get hurt, somebody's always tryna kill them), y/n can't catch a fucking break, zeus is an asshole but what's new, modern romance is trying not to die while on a date

SUMMARY ▸ deliveries to the gods were never all that exciting. usually, doing the dirty work for the greek gods meant that you were pretty much guaranteed a safe passage when dropping off their toys at the empire state building. but you must've pissed them off big time if they were sending you on babysitting missions now. or, the one where you accidentally save a late blooming demigod from a minotaur and now he's emotionally dependent on you.

PLAYLIST ▸ sweet juice - purple kiss, kingdom come - the boyz, blue blood - ive, dahlia - (g)-idle

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 30k words

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ end of fall 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ GOD i have to stop doing this to myself. this being writing fics that cause me to have to plan out the whole thing out instead of just writing whatever the hell i want. i say this but i will be the most invested in this one at the end, i promise you.

[punny0verlord]

PART 2 OF CODESCRAMBLE BITCHES!!!!

So... Where I left off... Y/N basically bought the dca prototypes annnnnd brought them to their(Y/N's) home. After setting everything up in their makeshift workshop in their garage, it's time to tinker!

After many MANY weeks of tinkering, struggling... And a lot of YouTube tutorials...

THE CELESTIAL DUO ARE UP AND RUNNING!

Oh wait... Why are they freaking out? Um... I don't think they are supposed to be freaking out ...or screaming... Uh... I don't think the manual or the notes tells you what to do if these guys start freaking out.

Maybe... You should try calm them down before they hurt themselves or break something...

After many hours of reassurance and explaining... Annnnd possibly an aggressive altercation with some interrogating... The duo seems to be calming down but not on board with trusting you yet. (Well Sun doesn't while Moon seems more willing to trust you)

But... You notice something later on.... Something ain't right here...

Sure you were basically living with these two for what felt like a week after they were reactivated. Trying to assure them that they are safe. And slowly earning their trust while getting to know them better. But what's off to you... Is how the duo behave compared to how they are supposed to act(based on the manuals).

You could chalk it up to their jester/theater bot programming in their systems. Since some of the notes mentioned their original concept was for the theater(before the company changed their mind). But... You had a feeling these two shouldn't be acting so differently THAT much...

The notes say Sun is the more bubbly, happy, sweetheart of the duo... But instead he is more aggressive, slightly unsettlingly, and mischievous. His friendly nature is still there but... For some reason him being friendly sometimes sends shivers down your spine.

While Moon on the other hand... Who was supposed to be a mischievous little trickster who acts like a villain. Or at least takes on some villain-like roles sometimes. He was even stranger than his sunny encounter part, he seems slightly more timid, and very bubbly. But you swear you were going to get diabetes from how sweet he acts. But the mischievous side of him wasn't missing though... A common trait between the brothers apparently lol

But why do they act like this? Was this their original programming before the concept change? Is this why they failed their testing phase? Did you screw something up while tinkering and coding these two? Was there a glitch that screwed up their systems? Was it a glitch at all?

Who knows? Neither you or the robotic duo knows why annnd don't really care(for now). The brothers are happy to not be left somewhere to rot or become scrap metal (But maybe feeling a little bitter about being replaced by something better than them). And you? You basically got two robot roommates to keep you company!

Who could ask for more?

Part 1

[moosekateer13]

Chapter 6: Say You Will

2 months later…

Of course, another threatening letter interrupts our honeymoon phase.

Back off Little Miss, he's mine.

If you don't give him back, I'll break your spine 

We gave the letter to Noe she's hired a private investigator to look into things. I just hope she is successful in finding out information.

Not that I couldn't handle any threats. I'm trained in self-defence and weapons. I had to learn them for roles when I was legal enough to do both.

The phrasing of the taunt felt oddly familiar. That sing-song tone was like that horrible headline that was splashed all over the media. The night that sent me into a downward spiral.

5 years ago…

August 13 

My final wrap party. I decided on a break and start a family. Jared is going to be so excited. He's always wanted to start a family. He doesn't know about my decision yet. We have had little time together lately. Filming on opposite sides of the country. Since he'll be home in the morning.

"Y/N are you sure you can't stay another hour?" Noe asked.

“I can't, Jared is getting in tomorrow. Next week, I'll see you for your barbecue.” I said. She simply nods and I leave.

I crash as soon I get home, not bothering to remove my dress.

I wake up to the vibrations from my phone 

Frozen in shock when I see the headlines. The articles send my world crashing down:

Old and dusty. Looks like Jared finds her crusty.

My husband was in a state of undress with his co-stars Genevive, and Sandra sprawled across him.

Knowing I can't be alone now after this I text my friend Chelsea our code 1922. Name after the twin tornadoes that tore apart Austin. 

I didn't even hear her let herself in. I'm alerted to her presence by small arms wrapping me into an embrace.

End of flashback.

That day I started numbing myself with booze and drugs. It was two years before I went into rehab. Until Jared came back into my life. I've been focusing on mostly work.

Jared sets a bed tray in front of me.

"Darlin whoever this is, I won't let them hurt us. I just got us back and I ain't ever going to lose you like that again.” Jared reassured me.

His words bring me some comfort. I won’t be totally comfortable with whoever is doing this being locked up in jail though. It still puzzles me who could hate us together that much. That they are trying to break us up again.

Meanwhile …

Unknown location

Mystery Person’s P.O.V

“Dammit, I wrecked all the hard work I did before. I thought they’d point fingers at each other for those notes and cause a scandal. All it did was drive Jared right to her doorstep again. Not that they are back together. Y/N you can’t have Jared. I’ll make your death look like an accident. Then I’ll comfort Jared as he grieves.” I said before I shut off the monitor.

Chapter 7: