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THE HOUSE PARTY, Onyankopon.

synopsis: after long nights of studying & days of grueling tests, you needed an outlet to relax. you didn’t expect to do it with your crush though.

content: ony’s an alpha, college au, house party, sororities & fraternities, alcohol, explicit language, sexual tension, college ‘crush’ that’s rlly yo man, a smidge of fluff, & smut.

nys note: would you believe this was all inspired from the twitter link below… lol it’s giving ‘options’ remix for ony.

Midterms had finally come to an end and everyone on campus could finally take a deep breath. whether they passed or failed, they were all looking for an outlet to get school work off their mind. Including you. The first year of college has been an adjustment, juggling school and finally being on your own. exploring different sides of yourself, making friends and losing bonds that you thought would last forever. it could all pile up at times. plus the overwhelming tears were growing old, but you couldn’t deny that the main reason you seeked a party was because you wanted to see your lil ‘friend’ tonight too. midterms had the two of you so busy with little time to speak focused on nothing but your education. so you decided to join the scene with your girls.

The street of the apartment complex was full of people either just arriving, talking, smoking, or waiting to get behind that door of the house party. Thrumming of the speakers could be heard before even reaching the top of the stairs, the opening door pouring out clouded smoke soon as it opens. You and your group of friends navigate through the crowd. Each of your index fingers locked into eachothers belt loops so no one could get lost or pulled away without notice. The house dimmed and filled with ambient led lights. People of all different backgrounds crowded to each corner with either a cup, blunt, or some ass in their hands. Letting loose for the night and celebrating their time as a college student.

You and your group of 3 settled behind the enclosed circle of people dancing and catching ass. Finally happy with the view you had of everyone and the exits of the place, throwing back a couple shots and dancing to the music. Recording the whole moment on the camcorder your influencer bestie brought to vlog her stay. The content being provided to her back to back since the night began, and even more more since that whistle of the sorrors and frats began. The intro of ‘another nasty song’ oozing out of the speakers, groups of people surrounding the greeks as they lineup for their strolls.

The alphas happening to be right next to you and your friends, performing their stroll so perfectly. That black and old gold contrasting nicely against their skin. One alpha in particular catching your eyes. Onyankopon, your lil friend that you found yourself pinning over since you stepped onto campus. Nice chocolatey smooth skin, thick brows, full lips, and a small faded curly fro. Dimpled cheeks and pretty white teeth on display as he strolls, glancing over the surrounding people until they landed on you. Looking you over real good, biting down on his bottom lip between their signature words “Who You Wit?” Many of their seducing looks they give to their audience.

The dj transitioning into the throwbacks once the strolls were done. ‘party’ by beyoncé filling the room, as your favorite alpha towered over you. “okayy, friend! you lit huh?” you giggled, giving him a playful pat to the chest. “What’s goin’? Ain’t seen you in a minute.” acknowledging your nosy friends with a nod, busy whispering and betting on when y’all would cut the act. “Been out the way, y’all new jackets are nicee!” Toying with the zipper on his fraternities varsity jacket, looking himself over slightly with a smirk. “Preciatee it, preciatee it.. You look good too.” His monotone voice barely audible over the blasting music. Leaving you leaning in to hear his words best you could, “Huh? Couldn’t hear you.” just for ony to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you close, sexy voice speaking intently in your ear. “You look good as fuck right now.”

“Thank you.” whispering back shyly, all flustered and looking anywhere but his face. Refusing to fall into the trap of men, but the longer you two talked to each other the more you found yourself wanting him more. He was upperclass, only by a year but he was still very known around camp, and not bad looking in the least. Walking different girls to class, seducing woke with one look during his stroll, and always dressed to impress whether it’s chill or not. You wanted nothing to do with being another girl in his roster, but the two always seemed to gravitate towards each other.

Ony glanced behind him, scoping out the small space. “C’mere..” taking your hands in his and pulling you close to dance, swaying your body back and forth. Ony bending down to your height to whisper in your ear, “Missed you pretty girl.” His voice deep and smooth, traveling from your ear and straight to your core. “Looking and smelling all delicious tonight.” running his hands along your hips, admiring the slight fit your put on for the function. “Someone’s had a few, been partying good huh?” Dodging those little comments, trying your best to steer the convo but ony wasn’t having it. Not tonight. “This cool n’ all, I was really tryna be on sum chill tonight.”

“Really? after being tied down to class these past few weeks.” not convinced of anything but ony was persistent. “even after being tied down.”

Replying with a small hum, the tension between you was louder than the speakers in the room. Ony just staring at your pretty face without much to say, nerves leaving you rocking back and forth. “what..?”

“tryna follow me? need to talk to you.” Maybe it was the liquid courage but tonight you’d take your chances even if it was for one night only. So you let your friends know of your whereabouts, and followed him to his room.

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Walking around the space, taking it all in. Very neat, cozy, and smelled of mahogany teakwood. His desk area full of intricately placed papers and photos of his personal achievement, family, and friends. The click of the door and his voice pulls your mind away from the frames. “Why you keep playing?”

“We’ll your bold all of a sudden..” You huffed, typing away nervously at your phone. Randomly in your bestfriend message thread just to avoid those pretty brown eyes you always got so lost in. “M’serious. Why you playing games?”

“This got to be the liquor talking.” You chuckled, pushing your hair from in your face. “I don’t play games ony..” Finally meeting his eyes, arms crossed as the two of you went back and forth. “Mmcht, ain’t no need for liquid courage. This oblivious shit ain’t getting me where I need to be, and that’s with you.”

“There’s nothing oblivious here ony..” Trying to convince not only him but yourself. You couldn’t grow weak in the knees the first time he pressed your relationship, not when he could be filling your ear with anything he wants. “So you can tell me face to face that you don’t want me too..?” Voice sweet and sincere. His eyes darting nervously around your face waiting for your answer. Not one cocky or proud bone in his body that led you to believe he was feeding you bullshit for just another notch in his belt. All of those walls falling just enough to let him in, finally admitting to yourself that the attraction was mutual. “I c-can’t, cause I want you too.”

Ony takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips from your nervousness. Thumb lifting your chin to put that pretty face on display for him. Running the pad of his thumb along the soft skin of your face. “You know you my baby, lemme in that pretty mind of yours. So I can get to know all of you and make you mine.” and those words were sealed with the soft feeling of his lips on yours. A small peck that had you going back on every single word you meant to stand on. “You gone stay with me..?” Nodding your head with a soft smile. Ony pulling you in for yet another kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and intertwining it with yours. Swallowing the whimper you gave him when his strong hand collided with your ass. Kiss so hot and steamy that it lead you right into his bed, where you’ve wanted to be for as long as the two of you were friends.

“o-ohh my godd!” Moaning out loud as you wanted, every sound from his room drowned out by the thrumming speakers in the distance. House party still going strong whether he’d been occupied or not.

Lips red and swollen from how much you’ve been biting down hard on your lip while ony had you in doggy, taking his deep strokes. Moans falling constantly from your lips while your warm slick pooled around his pretty brown dick. Filling you up so full and caressing that sweet spot within, strong hips colliding with your ass as ony watches the recoil. “Mmm, damn that pussy feel so fucking good.” hand gripping at your fleshy hip, eyes focused on where the two of you were connected. listening to the beautiful sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit, and the gushing squelch of your pussy had him losing himself inside you. His moans and groans mixing with yours as he gave you every inch of that dick. “mh—ouu, shittt. mhmm.” voice shaking from that fast approaching nut he’d been holding out on. Wanting a few more out of you himself before he was finished with you.

“Yes onyy, you fuck me so good!” but after these few words from you, he found himself letting go. “Yea, you like this dick?” hips pistoning faster, pounding into you hard and steady leaving your eyes meeting the back of your skull. Wet two-toned pussy gripping him tight to suck him in deeper, as a strings of incoherent moans were exchanged between you too. “ima give you all the dick you want.” Angling his hips towards that spot that greeted him with a stream of squirt, drenching both your thighs and his pelvis. Dick barely staying inside from how wet you were for him. Pulling out and leaving hot streams of nut on your ass, panting and moaning as he came back to. That heavy feeling of something sitting atop of your ass never fading, “Your still hard..?” you questioned, looking back at him with your pretty fucked out face. Giving him that last push to have him standing at attention again.

“you thought i was done?” he chuckled, sinking back into you with a loud squelch.

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ethansluvbot · 1 year

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riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."

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hotyanderedaddies · 19 days

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Yandere Puppy Boy Wants to be Your Good Boy

[Yandere! Puppy Boy! Boyfriend x GN Reader]

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You and Evan have been dating for about a year now. You met in freshman year of college, and seemed to hit it off really well. It kind of amazed you at first that you'd managed to snag a total hunk like Evan.

Evan was the epitome of jock bro: Always working out at the gym, goofing off with his fellow jock friends, and watching tons of sports on TV. Meanwhile, you were a skinny nerd who was at the college on an academic scholarship since you practically lived in the library.

Still, Evan proved to be a great boyfriend. He was funny, attentive, loving-- a total catch. Plus, he was muscular AF!

Then one day, you saw an ad online that sparked your interest, and you couldn't resist purchasing the advertised dog collar that was leather with little spikes adorning it. Once it arrived in the mail, you approached Evan in your shared apartment.

He was on the couch in just his boxers, playing video games. He eyed you, seeing the smirk on your face. "What's up, Babe?" he grunted.

You blushed a little bit. "I just wanted to try something tonight... if you're cool with it?" you asked. Your sex life with Evan was not lacking whatsoever, but it was still healthy to spice things up every now and then.

You pulled the dog collar out from behind your back, holding it up.

At first, Evan laughed. "You want me to wear a dog collar?" he snorted.

"If you don't like it, we can take it off," you shrug, walking up to fasten it around his thick, muscular neck.

The way the leather collar with the spikes fit around Evan's neck made him look really tough, but he felt ridiculous at first. His face was bright red.

You thought he looked kind of cute. "Aww," you cooed, "who's a good boy?" You playfully ruffled his hair.

Good boy...

Something clicked in Evan's brain as soon as you uttered that phrase, and he felt his entire wiring being redone, as if every single instinct he possessed was being reshaped.

Evan's face broke out into a smile alight with zeal, and he dropped onto all fours in front of your feet. "Me!" he happily gushed. "I'm a good boy!"

Holy crap!

You were shocked at how quickly Evan's mind had changed. You weren't sure he'd be into it at all, but looking down at him now, he seemed to be having the time of his life. His muscular pecs heaved with excitement as he sat on all fours in front of you, eagerly awaiting a command. His boxers were already tented out too, damn!

"You're my good boy!" you chuckled as you leaned down and gave your boyfriend some head pats.

"Woof! Woof!" Evan excitedly barked.

That night, he showed you that he was a pro at doggy style, even howling when he came inside of you. The collar was definitely $14 well spent, in your opinion.

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Much to your surprise, Evan loved being a good puppy boy for you. Well... "loved" is probably an understatement.

Evan refused to take the dog collar off, even wearing it out whenever the two of you left the apartment for date nights. At first you thought at it was just him exploring his sexual side some more... but as time went on...

Every time you entered the apartment from work or classes, Evan would excitedly bound over to you on all fours, barking happily and begging for head pats and belly rubs. With his massive bulk, he easily pinned you down, refusing to let you move until he got his pets.

Evan would pin you down on the bed, leaning down to kiss you-- but now his versions of kissing were like puppy licks. He'd lap his tongue all over your face, barking with glee despite your annoyed expression.

You'd be sitting on the couch, trying to watch TV when Evan would crawl over to you (he's been constantly walking around on all fours), wearing nothing but his spiked dog collar. He'd mount your leg and start humping it, whimpering as he rutted his hard cock against you like a dog would against its toy. (You had to apologize to your friend, who was visiting, for the awkward sight.)

You'd be trying to fall asleep after a long shift at work feeling so utterly exhausted when Evan would whimper at the foot of the bed. "Whaaaat?" you'd groan.

"Am I a good boy?" he'd whimper, his voice cracking like an injured puppy's.

"...damn it, yes, Evan. You're a good boy," you'd mutter, getting fed up with this quickly.

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Your friends were starting to pick up on your change of mood, seeing that you were more irritable throughout the day, and not wanting to leave work immediately.

Sensing this, they invited you to the bar after work, to which you happily agreed.

You loved Evan, of course, but you were totally over his new puppy persona. And despite how many times you tried to tell him, all he'd do was tune you out, and beg for pets.

You really needed a break.

"Y/N?" your coworker, Joshua asked, noting how you'd practically downed your cocktail in one gulp. "What's up? What's bothering you?"

You didn't want to be one of those people who go to others whenever you had relationship problems, but you felt lost. "It's just Evan..." you muttered.

Joshua, who was actually a genuine friend who just so happened to be a guy, put a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure things will get better," he smiled at you.

A large part of you felt guilty since you were the one who'd purchased the damn dog collar in the first place, but you couldn't stand the thought of Puppy Evan and having to listen to his barking or him chewing on his squeaker toys for one more night.

Before you could say anything else, a low growl made you jerk back.

Evan stomped into the bar, still wearing the studded collar, his eyes narrowed at Joshua as he bared his teeth at him.

"Grrr..." Evan bellowed out a deep growl, all of his large muscles tensed up, making him look big and ferocious.

Joshua immediately retracted his hand from your shoulder, backing away quickly.

"Evan? What are you...?" you try to ask as your puppy boyfriend wraps a large arm around your waist, pulling you roughly into him.

"Mine!" he barked at Joshua, tightening his grip on you.

You were stunned.

He stopped growling when he looked at you, his eyebrows knitting together as he whimpered. "You didn't come home," he whined, nuzzling you. "I had to come find you."

He didn't give you a chance to respond, and instead threw you over his broad shoulder. He puffed out his chest and held his head up with pride, as a dog does whenever they find a cool stick at the park, and carried you all the way home.

You were mortified, wondering how you were going to show your face at work after that. All you could do was seethe with anger as your puppy boyfriend took you home.

Once you were inside, Evan got down on all fours and whined at you. "Wasn't I being a good boy?" he asked. "Why didn't you come home? I missed you all day!"

"Evan, stand up--"

Evan whimpered like a puppy, nuzzling his head against your hand as he asked for head pats.

That was the final straw for you (a small one, but it was like death by a thousand paper cuts).

"I'm done," you finally huff, walking down the hall so that you could pack up some clothes and leave.

"D-done?" Evan yelped, quickly crawling behind you. "But why? Haven't I been a good boy?"

I grabbed your suitcase out of the closet, trying not to look at your puppy boyfriend as he begged in the doorway, perched on his legs with his arms out in front of him, his eyes wide and pleading.

Annoyed, you turned to sneer at him. "No!" you spat. "You've been a bad boy!"

"I'm a bad boy...?" Evan yelped.

You kept your back to him as you packed up your suitcase. Just as you were almost done, you heard that eerie growl again.

"Grrr..."

You quickly turned around and paled when you saw Evan on all fours, standing in front of the door. He was baring his teeth at you and growling deeply, his chest muscles puffed up and making him look all the more menacing. The pissed off glare on his face was akin to a feral dog, and he snarled in your direction.

"E-Evan, please g-get out of the way," you trembled, taking a small step towards the bedroom door so that you could leave.

Evan barked loudly, stomping his hand/paw onto the floor forcefully as he steeled his stance. He continued to snarl at you, lunging forward to scare you.

It worked and you stumbled back, falling onto your ass. You tried to back away from him, but Evan quickly crawled over to you.

He pinned both of your arms down onto the floor above your head, unleashing a loud snarl and he pushed his angry face up close to yours.

"Am I a good boy?" he snarled, baring his sharp teeth at you. "Or am I still a bad boy?"

Your heart raced in your chest. Evan is much stronger than you, and you knew you couldn't fight him off. Plus, the way he bared his teeth at you and the animalistic growl that escaped his throat was much more dog than man, making you shudder.

"Y-yes!" you stuttered. "You're a good boy, Evan!"

Instantly, Evan stopped growling and his broke out into a joyous smile. "I'm a good boy?" he asked, his muscles tensing with with excitement. He still kept you pinned down.

Hell no!

But you didn't want him to maul you or bite out your neck with his teeth. So instead, you slowly nodded.

"You're the bestest boy," you cringed.

Evan's smile grew wider. "'The Bestest'?" he repeated. "I guess if that were true... then you'd never, ever leave. Right?" He narrowed his eyes at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

His chest rumbled as a growl began to form, warning you to answer correctly.

You force a smile onto your face, but it's pained.

"O-of course not," you stammer, your heart falling as you sealed your fate. "You're... my, *gulp, good boy."

Evan smiled widely as leant down to lap at your face as he gave you puppy kisses. "I'm a good boy," he playfully growled as he began to rut his hardening cock against you.

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Top 10 Best BLs on Gagaoolala

My Beautiful Man AKA Utsukushii Kare

Japan 2021

One of the most Japanese BLs to release in the last decade, as weird and as messed up as any 2000s yaoi: emo af and hella warped, entirely true to itself with no attempt made to modify its POV for modern sensibilities or current BL fandom. It used seriously old school problematic and kinky tropes, like whipping boy, for a truly uncompromising piece that also manages to hit up themes of communication, consent, and self acceptance. It’s a wonderful BL but uniquely dirty and harsh, in the best possible way - Japanese cinema, uncompromising.

I lost my ever loving mind over the ending. This show won the Grand Prix “My Best TV Award” at the 16th Galaxy Awards.

Minato's Laundromat AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry

Japan 2022

A classic age gap romance where a high school student pursues the man of his dreams (who runs a laundromat). This BL is so steeped in yaoi nostalgia, not to mention a classic romance arc, that it will overload some, but those of us who love this genre for its DNA will adore it. It made me very happy because it did everything I want a BL to do - there’s not much more I could ask of a show than this. It’s the closest Japan has come to perfect live action yaoi since Seven Days (and I never make that comparison lightly).

Squee watch-along here.

My Ride

Thai 2022

Thai BL grew up with this pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest, and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple.

Takara & Amagi AKA Takara-kun to Amagi-kun

Japan 2022 I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this BL. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes.

Kiseki: Dear to Me

Taiwan 2023

The plot is totally ridiculous and slightly unhinged, but that’s normal for Taiwan. It involves all the tropes under a very casual framework of gay mafia gangs + food = love. Absolutely every character is queer. There’s a gum-ball machine of cameos, elder gay rep, great chemistry from all pairs, and a KILLER side couple. As a result Kiseki is a poster child for Taiwanese BL, and I happen to love Taiwanese BL. Bonus? They also managed to END IT WELL, which we cannot expect from Taiwan.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

Japan 2023

This style of live action yaoi really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat than we usually get from Japan's HEA stuff, and that part is also very well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's great, but watching requires more patience than usual, even for Japan.

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku

Japan 2023

A lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. I was always gonna love this show if they stuck to the manga (which is very dear to my heart). And they did, paralleling it almost exactly. It’s a quiet & cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me as the best of what Japan can do with softness (like Restart After Come Back Home). It’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, but that's OK with me. This is a very safe show for anyone to watch.

Step By Step

Thai 2023

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This office romance between a stern boss and sweet subordinate felt more authentic to cubical work than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. That authenticity added tension to the narrative and its characters development (how novel). I also really enjoyed the charming side characters and the brothers' relationship to each other (although I could have done without that brother's side BL).

Long Time No See

Korea (Strongberry) 2017

Catfishing assassins on either side of a turf war who fall in love not knowing they are on opposite sides. Or do they? Suspenseful plot, good fight sequences, mature characters, hot sexitimes and even hotter beating the shit out of each other and kissing while covered in blog (this came from KOREA?), plus an HEA. One of the hidden gems of the BL genre.

About Youth

Taiwan 2022

A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweet and colored by real world authenticity and grit.

Some of these shows ALSO appeared on Viki or iQIYI, but these BLs will appear only once on these round up posts (here for Gaga), not on the other platforms top 10.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that aired on Gaga (or was taken off the platform) after that date.

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aasperitas · 3 months

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Uhhhh hi lil oneshot comic i made for my secret valentine on the pit discord server :> This originally had like 10 more pages but i am a college student, my time is limited. Also i had to switch drawing programs twice through drawing this and went overboard on colours so yeah, no, i scrapped those. The original idea is that kokichi has been stuck in a time loop that resets whenever shuichi dies, and, in the canon game (one of the later loops) before trial 5, he writes a letter to shuichi basically explaining this super vaguely. He throws it out though, not expecting shuichi to actually find it. But he is the ultimate detective, and comes across it entirely by accident while investigating The Incident with the hydraulic press. This makes him realize the truth and he regains all his memories from past loops. I kinda implied that Kokichi actually told him in a previous loops about this but he died and forgot the one right after. Kokichi's whole plan with the press was to offset that changing one variable; whether shuichi wins or loses at the game, and also his own survival. If shuichi seems ooc with how he just ditches kaede, well i wouldve needed more than a page to even begin exploring that relationship and i had 3 exams last week plus two the week before, cut me some slack lmao As I said before, I had to cut it down a lot, but I still have the other drafts and might finish them?? idk if people want to see this but if so ig i will anyway have a good day and i hope someone out there finds my random sudden inspo interesting??

#danganronpa drv3 #drv3 #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kaede akamatsu #danganronpa #saiouma #oumasai #fan comic #time loop #drv3 kokichi #drv3 shuichi

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internallysalad · 2 months

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warnings: 18+ mentions of fingering, swearing and anakin <3

word count: 427 (it's a start woo)

a/n: part 2 uploaded here! :D

you knew it was wrong.

oh you did, but the thoughts about anakin, pretty boy anakin from your college course whom you would walk by and greet everyday were all that were needed to make heat pool in your stomach and travel to places you would physically explore later. from his hands hovering over yours for a handshake, his forearms flexing during a mid-class stretch, lighting tracing his back muscles to perfection to the way he put his chin over your head hugging you from behind to check in and apologise for a misunderstanding, all of it was turning your situation towards new, almost pathetic extremes each day.

he was kind, gentle, polite. he noticed things about you and mentioned them, habits and worries he spoke to you about with ease, minute expressions and actions which drove you up to the wall and down. did he notice the turmoil you were going through? did he notice that you searched for him, yearned for him? you were even keeping track of the outfits he wore for crying out loud. he did look marvellous in blues and black though.

seeing him everyday purposely on accident, trying to run into him or waiting in the cafeteria right before his break just to get a glimpse and hope that one fiery fleeting moment of contact happens was a new routine. plus, not being able to say anything to him made you even more stubborn and hung over, drunk in the opposite sense about this crush, and your daydreaming became even more intense.

you had to have him, you craved him: his presence, his lingering eye content, his expressions, the damn sincerity in his tone, you wanted to see more of him, hear him say so much and ask so much.

you could not stop thinking about him, especially now when all you could think about with your fingers inside you was him. him and his stupid fingers driving you to the edges of a climax you were almost nearing, so close. getting closer. imagining your fingers gripping his curls, hearing his pants mingling with yours, the noises he would make, the way he would hold you against him, back facing his chest, spreading your legs with no escape from him and his power. the sounds of your wetness being the only thing heard in the room sending you over the edge made you cum harder than you ever had in all your years of living.

you were fucked. so fucked .

little did you know, he was also yearning for more.

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin smut #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #anakin x you #anakin skywalker smut #star wars fanfiction

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knchins · 1 year

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Reunion - Mikage R.

Summary: To Reo, you were just his best friend's annoying, bratty little sister. When he realizes how much you’ve grown up, he can’t keep his eyes (or hands) off of you

Pairing: Mikage Reo x Nagi!Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - Female (she/her)

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: NONCON/extreme dubcon, aged-up characters, perv!Reo, Nagi is 100% oblivious, voyeurism, degradation, begging, dacryphilia, restraints, size kink (if you squint), cunnilingus, spit, mating press, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, cream pie, no aftercare

The first time he met you, Reo thought you were the most annoying person on the planet. You were constantly fighting him for your brother’s attention, always wanting to join them on and off the field. You were clingy, whiney, bratty, a young teenager yet to fully develop. When your parents decided to transfer you to a different high school, he was elated. He couldn’t wait for you to be out of his hair and for Seishiro’s full attention could finally be on him.

After high school came college, and Nagi informed Reo that you’d be leaving the city for university. You wanted to get away, explore the world and expand your horizons. Your once close relationship with your brother seemed to have thinned, and when you used to call every day now it was maybe once or twice a month.

While Reo had grown during their time in Blue Lock, he was still almost always attached at the hip to Nagi. They remained close friends despite the tests they were put through. Reo heard less and less about you as time went by and you had become nothing but an old, faded memory.

That is, until their mid-twenties when you had graduated and would be moving in with your brother temporarily until you got on your feet. You had just suffered a bad breakup and needed to get away from your current location. Plus you had missed being close to your family and it just seemed like it was time to finally come home.

Today was your first full day in the apartment. Nagi had gone out to get a new video game while you decided to finish unpacking your things and giving the place a light cleaning. Nagi wasn’t the messiest of roommates but he wasn’t the cleanest either. You opened a window to get some fresh air into the small living area that you had been focused on getting straightened up.

The summer heat was particularly bad today and as a result, you were in nothing but a thin-strap tank top and impossibly short shorts. You would have done without the pants altogether but your brother had warned you that Reo was probably going to come over later. Reo, the annoying rich boy that seemed to have stolen your brother’s attention all those years ago was somehow still in his life.

Reo never really treated you kindly. His annoyance with you was often clearly read on his face. He would call you a brat and other names, trying to do anything to get you to go away. At first, Nagi was hesitant to allow someone to speak to you that way, but eventually, Reo had wormed his way into his head so that he too was demanding you give them some space. If you didn’t know any better, then you would have thought they were secretly dating.

You had just finished vacuuming when the front door opened. The two boys were chatting about the new games they had bought and discussed what they should play first. You ignored them as you started to wind up the cord to the vacuum so that you could put it away.

Reo didn’t notice you at first. Not until he heard the metal piece at the end of the cord hit the floor did his eye snap to your form. His ability to hear anything Nagi was saying seemed to completely disappear as his eyes raked over you, taking in every new curvature of your now fully developed body. The swells of your breasts were barely supported by the thin material of your top, and he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra simply based on the way he could see the outline of your nipples.

Sweat beaded along your forehead and collarbones. You brought a hand up to wipe it away from your hairline, bringing the tank top up to expose your hips and lower stomach. Reo swallowed a thick ball of lust that seemed to be coming up. Who was this in his best friend’s house? Certainly, that wasn’t the same sister from ten years ago.

Nagi seemed to realize that Reo was no longer paying him any attention. He followed Reo’s line of sight and mistook his expression for confusion. “I told you she moved in, do you not remember?” Nagi said before saying your name to get your attention.

You turned to look, noticing how much more toned and refined Reo looked now. You put a hand on your hip, eyeing him suspiciously. You waited for him to say something rude or offputting, tell you that you couldn’t hang out with them or had to stay in your room while he was there. “Don’t worry, rich boy, I won’t take him away from you.”

Reo snapped out of his daze, hearing the same voice of the young teenager made the idea that this wasn’t some stranger in front of him really solidify in his mind. He scoffed at you, “brat.” He muttered though he couldn’t pull his eyes off of you.

Nagi smiled and the familiarity with the situation before starting up his console so they could play. “Are you done cleaning?” He asked you, to make sure they wouldn’t be in the way. You gave him a nod, taking the vacuum to put it in the closet before going to take a shower.

The entire time you were in the bathroom, Reo couldn’t stop thinking about what you looked like wet and naked. He imagined licking the water droplets off your chest, your stomach, your cunt, anywhere his tongue could reach. He kept losing his matches to Nagi and Nagi could tell that Reo’s concentration just wasn’t there. He just couldn’t figure out why. He had been talking nonstop about this game for a week and now he seemed like he didn’t even want to play. What gives?

“Wanna play something else?” He probed his friend in an attempt to see what was on his mind. While he didn’t want to ask outright, he was curious about what had taken his attention way so suddenly.

Reo shook his head, “No, sorry I don’t know where my head is right now.” It was a half-truth. Reo knew good and well that his thoughts were stuck on you but what he couldn’t fathom was why.

Another match went by and he found himself getting more into the game again, thoughts of you lingering somewhere in the dark depths of his mind but out of the way for the time being. He finally started becoming a worthy opponent, pleasing Nagi and making him forget any doubts he may have had about his friend.

Half an hour later you finished your shower, cutting off the water and drying yourself off with a clean towel. You wrapped it around you securely, not caring about walking around in nothing but the fluffy piece of material. It wasn’t as if your brother would ever pay you any attention and you figured Reo would just complain about your actions being uncouth like he did when you were you were younger.

Besides, you didn’t want to put clothes on yet, wanting instead of dry off a little more. You exited the bathroom and walked back into the living room, double-checking that the towel wouldn’t fall with any movement. You took a seat between the two boys who hadn’t really noticed you yet, they were both too into the match they were in. Nagi didn’t even call out when you crossed in front of him which was only when a game had his full concentration.

“What are you guys playing?” You asked, getting a grunt in response from your brother while your voice seemed to fully snap Reo out of his current stream of thought. The smell of your soap met his nose, a light and pleasing smell that had him again thinking thoughts about you naked.

Without turning his head he looked at you, seeing your eyes were glued to the screen. He tried to keep up with the match but lost completely when he realized you weren’t wearing any actual clothing. Heat crept up the back of his neck as he wondered what it would take to make the towel come off. Would a slight accidental pull be enough to untuck? Would you notice if he tried?

Nagi told you the name of the game as the match ended. “It’s a battle royale style game, you wouldn’t like it.” He said and the way you scrunched up your nose at him was so incredibly cute that Reo found his blush growing even darker.

A loud growl rumbled in Nagi’s stomach, “Why don’t you cook us some dinner, sis?” He asked before realizing you were wearing, “and put some clothes on! You’ll catch a cold.”

“Since when do you get to tell me what to you?” You replied with a huff.

“Since I was born first,” Seishiro replied as if it were obvious. You rolled your eyes and stood up, Reo getting a perfect look at your smooth back, the towel exposing your shoulder blades perfectly. More wild thoughts infiltrated his mind as he thought about what it would be like to kiss your shoulders as he railed you from behind.

His eyes drifted downwards to your legs, the towel coming just below your ass. His teeth sunk into the inside of his cheek, the sharp pain didn’t do much to quell the boner he was growing at the idea that your unclothed pussy was right in front of him, obscured only by the current position he was in.

He couldn’t even hear you bickering with your brother before you stomped off into your bedroom. Reo looked to Nagi who was giving him a puppy-eyed look that Reo knew the meaning of. He reached into his back pocket, took his wallet out, and handed Nagi a few of the bills inside. “Go pick us up something.”

Nagi stood, stretching out his long limbs before tucking the money away. “You want your usual?” He asked and Reo nodded in agreement. “Maybe you can practice the game so you don’t such so much,” Nagi said in a joking manner.

Reo ignored him, waving him off before standing up, “I’ve gotta piss, hurry up and go get our food.” He made his way to the one bathroom while Nagi left quickly to pick up some takeout from down the street.

Once he heard the door close, Reo moved to go to your bedroom instead of the bathroom. The door was opened just enough for him to peer inside, just in time to see you drop the towel onto the floor. His hand immediately went to his pants to palm at his hard-on as he watched you rifle through your dresser drawers to try and find something to wear. From his angle, he could see your ass perfectly, and he got an even better view when you bent over to grab a top out of the bottom drawer.

“Fuck,” He breathed out as he looked over your cunt, still somewhat moist from the shower. You were oblivious, about to redress after grabbing a pair of underwear when you heard the creak of a floorboard.

“Sei? Is that you?” You asked, quickly holding the shirt up to your chest to conceal it. He recognized it as one of Nagi’s old ones from high school. You had taken it to sleep in, and it was long enough to cover the entire front of your torso.

You paused, before quirking an eyebrow at the door, “Rich boy? You spying on me?”

Much to your surprise, the door swung open with Reo standing there with a dark haze of lust pulled over his features. A look you’d seen before on your ex's face anytime he was turned on. He took a step toward you and you took a step back toward the bed. “Reo?” You asked, voice wavering in a way that had his cock throbbing in his pants.

“I didn’t realize you had grown into such a slut.” He said, taking another threatening step forward. You could feel the back of your knees hit your bed, eyes glancing to each side to look for some sort of weapon you might use to defend yourself if it came to it. Certainly, Reo was just playing around, right? He wouldn’t actually be stupid enough to do anything to his best friend’s sister, would he?

“I’m not,” You said, your voice trembling as he closed the gap between the two of you. His predatory gaze and twisted smile had your legs quaking. With his long arms he could easily box you in, yet you still dared to dart around him, only to find your upper arms being gripped tightly by his strong hands.

You attempted to keep some form of modesty by clinging to the dingy yellow shirt, hoping your brother would come home soon. “Seishiro would never forgive you,” You said, a feeble attempt to persuade him to not do what he was clearly thinking about doing. “He’d kill you.”

“You really think money can’t buy everything, huh?” He asked, a sharp laugh coming from him after the question. The idea of Sei being bought off had you sick to your stomach. You could feel the bile churning and held back the urge to dry heave. It was true that throughout their friendship, Reo had spent plenty of money on Nagi. He bought him the latest console so they could game together, he’d pay for games and food and sports equipment.

Reo’s pockets ran deep, incredibly deep, and you found yourself doubting the idea that your brother would care if Reo were to take advantage of you here and now. Tears filled your lower lashes, collecting there in tiny droplets before slipping down your cheeks. “Still a little cry baby,” He said, letting go of one of your arms to cup your face and wipe a tear away. In any other context, it would have been a sweet gesture.

“Please, Reo?” You said softly, trying to blink more tears away as you looked up at him through wet lashes. You sounded just like a young kid again, begging to let him let you play games with him and Seishiro. The downright innocent expression on your face mimicked the one you held back then, tears and all.

A look flashed in his eyes but you couldn’t place what it was exactly. Pity? Longing? A carnal desire to wrap you up and keep you in his arms forever? This vulnerable thing in front of him so ripe for the taking had his mind reeling. “Get on the bed.” He said firmly, letting go of you.

Unsure of what he might do if you disobeyed, your own thoughts tried to calculate any possible outcome it may bring. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat was painful as you got onto the bed, still clinging to the fabric in your hand. Reo grabbed the hem of the shirt and tugged it hard enough to pull it from your grasp, tossing it behind him so it was out of reach.

He licked his dry lips as his eyes took you in again, this time the front which he hadn’t been able to see from the doorway. The beautiful curvature of your breasts, the carefully groomed hair on your vulva, skin still glowing with the after-shower cleanliness. Lastly, he looked into your terrified eyes, the hunger in him growing even more fierce as he took off his belt and maneuvered your wrists above your head to secure them to the headboard with the strip of leather.

You struggled against the restraints, trying to find a way to possibly break them or the bed frame. Reo watched with a curious expression as you wiggled and writhed to try and get free, but none of what you did was of any help. All it did was put more strain on your shoulders, creating a dull ache in the joints.

“Look how pretty you are now,” Reo said in a condescending tone, his words biting at you as you squeezed your eyes shut. He climbed on top of you, hovering as he pressed his hips against yours, “All grown up, bet that ex-boyfriend didn’t know how to really satisfy you. Could he even make you cum?”

Embarrassment burned on your face. No, you wanted to say but you knew the truth would only fuel his desires. No, he could never satisfy you. Despite your suggestion to change things up in the way he fucked you, he would never listen. Always pounding away to fulfill his own needs. You had to fake an orgasm every time because he’d blame you if you didn’t cum.

Your silence answered Reo’s question for him. A small frown tugged at his lips, the little sniffle you let out made him almost regret what he was doing. That is until you shifted and brushed against his straining pants in a way that had him groaning. The painful ache in this dick made him forget all about what flutters of regret he may have been feeling.

“Poor thing, no wonder you didn’t last.” He said flippantly, hands trailing down your sides. “Don’t worry, darling, you’ll be cumming multiple times tonight.”

His words sent a zing of pleasure through you and the idea that you’d be getting off in such a situation made you want to cry even harder. His feather-light touches along your ribs and grinding of his hips had a faint sensation of arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Goosebumps cropped up on your skin and Reo leaned closer to whisper into your ear, “Don’t tell me the little slut is getting excited by this.” He hissed as he sat up to take off his shirt, revealing a perfect set of well-defined abs from years of being an athlete. Your eyes lingered on the perfect V shape that lead into his pants and he let out a laugh when he caught on to what you were staring at.

“Like what you see?” He teased as he took off his pants and boxers in one go. “What about this?” You couldn’t stop yourself from looking farther south, eyes widening at the size of his flushed cock, the perfect cropping of purple hair around the base. Words left you then, having never had sex with someone that was so well-endowed with the exception of your own dildo that stayed tucked away in your underwear drawer.

He placed his smooth hands on your thighs, spreading them wide for him to get the view he’d be anticipating most. Reo dipped his head down, licking a stripe from your ass to your clit. He swirled it around the bundle of nerves, causing it to stiffen and engorge with arousal. Your jaw tensed, teeth clenching to keep from making a sound as his bright purple eyes watched your face.

You attempted to shut your legs in a feeble attempt to push him out, but his grip on your inner upper thighs was too strong. The struggle only emboldened him, making him pick up the pace of his tongue as he pressed his lips against your sex to add suction.

He pulled away with a sickening pop, the sound making your stomach drop and panic rise. “Keep resisting, sweetheart, it only makes me harder.” You couldn’t stop the shudder that ran up your spine at his words, wondering if it would be better to just lay there and take it instead of trying to fight. Maybe if he stopped enjoying himself he’d just leave you alone.

He dove back in, licking and slurping so loudly that the lewd sounds rang in your ears. Dread mixed painfully with the pleasure that arose from his actions, his sloppy kisses and thrusts of his tongue bringing you close to the edge sooner than you’d like to admit.

First, a whimper escaped, then a gasp as his teeth grazed your clit, a whine for release when his tongue dipped into your core again, and finally a cry when the pressure snapped and relief filled with endorphins washed over you. You bathed in it, head swimming as you languished in the idea that your brother’s dumb asshole friend made you cum harder than any other man ever had before.

Reo began to kiss a wet trail up your body, dragging your cum up with it. He met your mouth, tongue forcing its way in as you tried to turn your head to the side, only to have his hand grab you by the chin and force it still. He pulled away before spitting into your open mouth, enjoying the look of disgust on your face despite the haze of orgasm still present in your eyes.

“That’s a good look on you,” He replied as he pulled away to maneuver your body by placing his hands behind your knees and bringing them back towards your chest. It gave him perfect access to your pussy, his head rubbing against your folds as he groaned from the small amount of stimulus. “Gonna fuck you so good, princess.” He said, clearly not all present as his eyes rolled back when he rut his hips to grind his cock against you more.

He let go of you long enough to guide himself into you, bullying his large cock into your tight hole. Another whine of protest left you as you tried to push him out, knowing it was of no use and instead urging him to thrust in deeper. “F-Fuck,” he breathed as he bottomed out, balls nestled against your ass as you found yourself wanting him to move.

Not just pull out and leave you alone, but move. Another intense wave of sickness came as you shifted your hips in an attempt to feel him rub against the spot his head was currently pressed against. Reo’s eyes snapped down to look at you, a faint look of surprise buried somewhere inside of them. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“No!” You protested loudly, too loudly in fact. That same cruel smile curled on his lips, showing how obvious it was that you were lying. If only your body would listen to your heart, then maybe you wouldn’t be finding any sort of enjoyment in this.

“Your mouth can lie all it wants, but the rest of your body says otherwise.” He replied as he gave a shallow thrust, one that left you whimpering as he bumped your sweet spot again. “That’s it right there, isn’t it?” He said as he repeated the motion of his hips, “I’m going to hit that over and over again until you’re screaming my name.”

Your eyes narrowed into a glare, “I’ll never do that, asshole.” You spat as he pressed your legs into your chest even more to change the angle slightly at which he was entering. He was able to press in slightly deeper, just enough to kiss his cock against your cervix in a way that had your toes tingling.

You bit your tongue, hoping it would snap you out of the fog that kept trying to overcome your mind. Giving in now would just prove his words right, wouldn’t it? Reo watched you, curious as a cat watching a mouse writhing beneath its paw.

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and you tasted blood from your teeth sinking into your tongue as a cry of surprise caught in your throat. Reo let out a chuckle, enjoying watching you struggle with yourself. He was actually more amused at your attempt to fight him and it urged him to go at an agonizingly slow pace that had you only wanting more.

“Come on, pretty, say it.” He said as he began to move even slower. “Say you want my cock and I’ll move like you’re begging me to.”

“I’m not begging,” You replied in a tone that was white hot with anger. “I’m not enjoying this you disgusting pervert.”

None of your insults landed on him. He was enjoying the way you kept squeezing around him every time he spoke. You were soaked, his throbbing dick pulsating in the warm wetness that allowed him to glide in and out with ease. “Then why are you so. Fucking. Wet.” He emphasized each word with a sharp thrust.

You all but keened, back arching and hips aching. This back and forth just wouldn’t do, your brother would come home and think you wanted this. You knew Reo would somehow twist this situation into him being the victim. Your once close bond with Seishiro had long evaporated with distance and the passage of time. Even if he did believe you, Reo made it clear that his attention could simply be bought back.

Swallowing your pride and what little dignity you had left, you began to speak in a soft tone, “Reo, please?” You hoped he couldn’t hear you, hoped he would pretend you didn’t just give in.

You had no such luck. “Little louder.” He commanded, stopping his movements altogether.

A frustrated look passed across your face as you tried to squirm to feel something, anything. He had you trapped beneath his weight and what little movement you managed did nothing to quell the desire. “Reo please fuck me,” You groaned as he moved outward only to piston back in as a way of encouragement. “Please fuck me with your big cock, rich boy, I need it.”

“That’s a good girl.” Reo cooed as he started moving at a steady pace. Your mind was once again swimming as your eyes rolled back from the fast movements of his hips. Even if you could pretend that you weren’t turned on by all this, the wet slapping sounds made it all too clear that you were gushing for the purpled-haired menace. His needy moan brought you even closer to the edge, as you tried to stop the knot in your stomach from reforming.

Reo looked down, watching his cock disappear into your cunt over and over, amused by how well you were taking him. Your tiny whimpers and whines of his name fueled his ego as he picked up the pace while pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.

Seconds later the knot was tightening rapidly before snapping completely. The orgasm was enough to knock the breath from your lungs as you cried out for your assailant and a new flood of cum coated Reo from the tip to the base of his penis.

“Sh-Shit,” He muttered, reveling in the fluttering of your walls that had him fucking you madly as he chased his own orgasm. The pumps of his cock make you feel raw and overspent as he soon coated your insides with a spray of white seed.

Reo was lost in his own mind he caught his breath. You finally relaxed beneath him, feeling slightly overstimulated from his last bought of aggressive thrusts. He slowly pulled out, admiring how you gaped from his length and globs of white spilled out. He kissed the inside of your leg before pulling away and quickly getting redressed as the heard the front door open.

He turned his back, ready to eat now that he had finally satisfied his desires. “What are you doing?” You whispered to him, “untie me!”

“I don’t think so.” He replied, voice calm despite the almost sadistic look on his face. “I’ll come back for you when I’m ready again.”

“Ready for what?” You asked, dread once again spreading over you like a cold winter frost. “Reo you have to untie me!”

“Until I’m ready to fuck you again, of course.” He said as he finished pulling his shirt over his head. “Try not to miss me too much, princess.” He added with a smirk before winking at your shocked face and walking out to greet Nagi in the kitchen.

A/N: I reworte parts of this three or four times so hopefully it came out okay. I wasn't very pleased with a few of the scene progressions but it is what it is. Blue Lock is now on my fandom requests lists! Link to request rules is on my pinned navigation <3

#reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo #reo mikage #reo x y/n #reo x you #blue luck x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #reo smut #blue lock smut #blue lock imagine #reo imagine #blue lock scenarios #blue lock reo #reo mikage x y/n #reo mikage x you #allygoesdark

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dudeitiskarev · 1 year

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Irresistible: The Beginning

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x virgin female reader

Summary: a first glance, an unintentional touch. This is how it started.

Content/warnings: job interview; smut: nipple play, mutual masturbation; innocence kink; soft and pervert Hotch <3; first person pov (reader’s and Hotch’s).

Word count: 3.8k

Author’s note: yep. it’s happening… if you’re new here, this is the sixth fic of my Irresistible series but this part is actually how it all starts—hence the title, so there’s no need to read the other parts to understand any of it (though it’s just pwp and I’ve posted every fic out of order hehe). Anyway, hope you enjoy! Mwaaaaah.

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I wasn’t expecting him to look like anything in particular, but I was still at a loss of words.

He was ridiculously good-looking, and the fact that he was wearing a suit made me feel so underdressed.

I don’t know what part of me thought a sundress was a good idea for a job interview.

“I didn’t know this was a formal interview,” was the first thing I said while holding my purse tight to my body by the thin straps. “I should’ve worn something more appropriate.”

“It’s not.” He welcomed me in with a smile.

God, his voice.

And soft dimples.

“I just wear suits all the time,” he continued. “So don’t worry.”

I smiled back and put one foot in front of the other, like a fawn exploring new territory.

“Please, have a seat.” He gestured at the diner table and pulled the chair out for me.

“Thanks.”

I’ve had job interviews before and I’d been normally nervous for each one. No interviewer had that face though, so my heart quickened in more than one way and place.

“There was a lot of traffic on my way here.” I wiped dry above my top lip with my fingers and huffed out a small laugh. “I thought I wasn’t gonna make it.”

“You’re just on time,” he was quick to reassure me. He reached for the bottle of water in front of me and opened it.

His nearness was subtle. Still enough to let me get a whiff of his soft, manly scent. My mouth was completely dry by now so I barely said a quiet thanks and took a sip without hesitation.

I looked around. It was a very neat apartment, but a little… bleak. Not to say depressing. A few plants wouldn’t hurt.

“You cleaned?” I mentioned as casually as I could. It smelled like lemon.

He mirrored me, looking around too as he responded, “Uh, I did, yes.” He then brought his attention back to me with the ghost of a smile.

His gaze was intense and he didn’t break eye contact once as he began with the questions. There weren’t many. I guess all he needed to know was when I was available.

I nodded and smiled as he told me how unpredictable his schedule was, that he had a son and was a single parent, and that I’d mostly find a toddler mess when he left in a hurry to drop him off at his aunt’s and didn’t have the time to clean.

He had this thing; raised his brows as he spoke every so often. It was lovely.

“...It’s not often that I’m out of the state,” he continued—raising his brows. “But when I am, it's usually for a couple of days, so you don’t have to come as soon as I leave. I’ll just let you know when I’m away, and for how long and you can decide when to come.”

“That sounds perfect, sir.” I smiled.

It really sounded like the perfect job. Being able to manage my own time was the biggest plus since my time wasn’t really my own.

“So you’re in your last year of college?” He asked as if he’d read my mind.

“Yeah,” I said, way too excitedly.

“What’s your major?” Aaron clasped his hands over the table, ready to hear me talk all about it.

Now it was his time to listen. I told him about my schedule, that I lived an hour away from his place, but that I had a car so it wouldn’t be a problem.

“So you don’t have a lot of time, I assume,” Aaron said after I took a moment to drink more water.

My cheeks were burning.

“No.” I shook my head. “So I need a job like this one.”

“I see.”

It ended up being a short meeting, and after that, Aaron took the time to show me around the apartment.

He mostly focused on his son’s room, the bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen.

“If there’s something else you need—” He opened the cabinet under the sink and showed me the few cleaning supplies he kept “—just let me know and I’ll buy it. I just have what I think is necessary.”

“I think that’s more than enough. But of course, I’ll let you know.”

“One more thing.” He took a single shiny key from his pocket and handed it to me.

I frowned a bit and opened my mouth to say something as I stretched my hand to receive it anyway. His fingers grazed mine in the process ever so slightly and his skin almost burnt me.

I clumsily dropped it—of-fucking-course—but he was quick to catch it mid-fall.

“Use it wisely.” He handed it to me again. A subtle smile took over his lips as he said that.

“Of course, sir,” I laughed a little.

“I’ll walk you out,” he smirked. His hand landed on my lower and he snapped it right back. It was an impulse, maybe. “Sorry,” he cleared his throat.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest at his unexpected touch. He barely touched the fabric of my dress, and I wished he’d let himself keep his hand there as he walked me to the front door.

After the interview, we only kept contact through text. After the interview, he was all I could think about, too

There was something about him that made sense to me.

I’ve been so tired of waiting for the one to come into my life—twenty-five years of singleness it’s a considerable amount of time—so a while ago I decided that it’s been in my hands all along and it was time to choose the one.

The hard part was to go through with it. I had no plan, so in the back of my mind I was still hoping it’ll come on its own, I suppose.

Each time I got a text from him saying he’d be out of town, I hoped he’d make it home sooner than expected, so we’d end up in the same place again.

That almost happened.

I’d just finished cleaning his apartment—it only took forty minutes as Jack didn’t leave much of a mess—and went to the parking lot when I bumped into him.

He’d parked next to me, so I waited for him to get out of his car to just say hi.

“I left your place as good as new,” I said instead.

“As always,” he responded with a smile.

There was an awkward silence, but I didn’t let it last long as I unlocked my car and said ‘bye Mr. Hotchner’ before getting in.

He just gave me a gentle nod in response and walked away.

I stayed there in the driver’s seat to process him. Did he get prettier? I shook the thought away and turned on my car. Even if I made a move or simply insinuated my interest in him, I doubt he’d reciprocate.

I took a deep breath while twisting the key a bit further, but my car wouldn’t start. It didn’t even make a noise.

“No.” My head landed on the wheel in defeat.

This same thing happened a while ago—the day of the interview. The real reason why I almost didn’t make it on time. I had to take a taxi to Mr. Hotcher’s apartment that day while my car got towed to a mechanic by some guy.

Now my only salvation was the guy upstairs.

I dialed Mr. Hotchner’s phone right away to just get this over with.

“Is everything alright?” He picked up right away.

“I’m still downstairs. My car won’t start and I… I don’t know much about cars. I was hoping you do?” My voice was shaking.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

No sooner, he was here with me.

He opened the hood and instructed me to start the car. This time it made a noise. A horrible one.

“It may need to be jumped,” he said loud enough for me to hear through the open window.

I was mortified so I didn’t respond. He went to his car and got some cables from the trunk.

That worked.

“This may get you to the closest car shop. Not more than that.”

“Oh, okay.”

“We can take your car there. Then I’ll drive you home.”

“I don’t want to be a bother. I’ll just call a taxi.”

“It’s late.” He raised his brows and placed both hands on his hips.

We both knew only men worked there most likely.

“I’ll take you there,” he continued. “Then home.”

“It’s… far. Like an hour away.” I winced.

“I know.”

We did everything as he said, and once my car was at the mechanic and we were sure it was in good hands, Mr. Hotchner was driving me home.

“There wasn’t traffic on my way to your place.” I adjusted on my seat, pulling my seatbelt down a bit. His presence made it so hard to breathe. “It was the car that almost won’t let me make it.”

“I know.”

I turned to him. He had his eyes on the road. “Am I a bad liar?”

“A terrible one.” He then glanced at me with that melting smirk, and my stomach and heart fluttered.

“I’m sorry.” I looked away hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous I was. “I probably gave you an awful first impression.”

“I hired you anyway, didn’t I?”

Emily was taking way too long. It just was a quick bathroom stop at my apartment in the middle of a case.

“Since when is your place so… neat?” Emily pointed out as soon as she hopped back in the SUV. “There were clean towels? A hand-soap dispenser with actual soap?”

“Prentiss,” I snapped at her. “We don’t have time. Put your seatbelt on.”

I didn’t wait for her to put on the seatbelt all the way and drove off.

“There was a plant, too,” Prentiss spoke again. With a slightly different tone. “Is there something we don’t know, Hotch?”

“What do you mean?” I gave her a quick glance.

“You don’t have the time to keep a plant alive, so who does?”

Now her tone was clearer. She was teasing me.

“I hired someone to clean my place every other week,” I merely said, and just like that she took over my mind. “She brought it the other day.”

“Oh.” Emily raised her brows and let the topic go.

I didn’t.

Not since the interview.

It was hard to admit, but I was drawn to her from the very first moment. I had no idea what it was and each time I had the chance to see her—which had been only a few—that attraction grew.

Her lips, her eyes, how soft her skin seemed to be. Her perfume. I wasn’t proud of any thought or any dream and daydream she was in but I enjoyed every second she was close to me, even when it was all in my head.

Every time I came home after a few days of being away, I hoped I’d find her there. Whether it was while picking up Jack’s clothes or washing the dishes.

But that’s what all they were.

Thoughts.

A fantasy.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

This time I’d made it home sooner than expected, as I often dreamed of. She was standing by the kitchen sink soaking wet.

“Oh, Mr. Hotchner, I promise I’m not destroying your kitchen. It’s just– I was just—” she gulped and looked at the dishes behind her then back at me in distress “—I was gonna wash the dishes and the faucet just- it broke and I tried to fix it because I know how but I don’t know what I did that it got worse and—”

“It’s alright,” I interrupted her, tossing my briefcase on the couch and walking up to her.

The floor was flooded, and there was no dry spot I could step on, so I just walked right through it to her. And then I noticed her.

All of her.

Her shirt stuck to her body like a second layer of skin and didn’t leave anything to my imagination.

Anything at all.

“I uh, I have some clothes you can borrow.” I looked away. I’d known she was stunning all along, but seeing her like this awakened something… slightly different.

“Yeah, that– that’d be great.” She braced herself.

I quickly went to my room and took the chance to gather myself as I got some clean sweatpants and a shirt. My body was quick to react at the sight of her. Good thing my pants weren’t tight. Still, I took a moment to breathe and think about something that wasn’t her body.

I cleared my throat and made it back to the kitchen and found her right where I’d left her.

“I left some comfy clothes on my bed. You can change there.” I kept my eyes above her neck, otherwise, my body would react again against my will. “I’ll see what I can do here.” I gestured at the faucet behind her.

“O-okay.” She smiled and walked past me and said a quiet, “Thanks.”

I’d meant to fix the sink for the past couple of days, and I guess I forgot to warn her about it. I’m glad I didn’t, and it was instant karma that the water splashed all over me while I tried to fix it.

“It got to you too,” her sweet and bubbly voice came from behind me after a moment.

I covered it with a cloth and turned around. My shirt on her was big enough to cover her until her mid-thighs and the sweatpants were cuffed significantly. She looked ever more desirable like that.

“Yeah,” I huffed a laugh.

I’d never experienced such intense silence before.

Her eyes were stuck on my chest. I was undoing the top buttons of my shirt and stopped at the fourth to grab a dry kitchen cloth and dry my face and chest.

“Sorry, this is—” I stared down at myself.

She didn't say anything and just walked to the sink and managed to stop the leak, somehow.

We were inches apart now. Her breathing grew heavy and so did mine.

She turned around and in a split second, I was caging her with both arms against the kitchen counter. She didn’t say a word though her hands said it all. She gripped the sides of my shirt and brought me closer to the point where just the layers of clothes were stopping us from touching each other’s skin.

I couldn’t stop or get away from the situation. Why would I? It was such a rush. My body acted on impulse once again and I lifted her by her thighs to sit her on the counter.

She gasped in surprise and held onto me by my shoulders. No words came out of either of us yet. Just heavy breathing filled the room.

I cupped her face. She was even more stunning up close. I wanted to kiss her—inhale her—and finally find out how soft her lips were, but something inside me spoke. If I did, there would be no going back from any of this. It’d be just the beginning.

I still got closer to her, slow, and barely drew random lines on her cheeks with the tip of my nose. Her hands went to my chest and roamed all over. I bet my heartbeat was palpable.

“M-Mr. Hotchner?” She said with a little moan at the beginning.

“Yes?” I barely responded.

“Can I take this off?” She lifted the hem of her shirt. My shirt. It was sweet how she asked for my permission to get naked.

I didn’t say a thing. I just sucked in a harsh breath to prepare myself and helped her lift it over her head.

There was nothing but her perfect skin under. Pebbled with goosebumps and her nipples were perky hard. So biteable.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” I asked. God, I sounded like a pervert, but I had to ask.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

I cupped her ribs and slowly made it up until each of my thumbs was covering her nipples. I flicked them with ease and searched her eyes for any response. She was paying attention to how I played with her breasts, though, her chest heaving in and out. She then looked up at me with a soft frown.

There was a beautiful mixture of embarrassment and lust in her eyes. Her delicate fingers touched my chest and traced lines as I massaged her breasts with my whole hands now, tweaking her nipples.

I needed her to say something, so I moved one hand up to brush a piece of her hair away from her face and cradled the side of her face, sliding my thumb over her bottom lip.

She shut her eyes and dragged her hands down to my stomach. She must’ve undone all of the buttons at some point. Or maybe I did. I don’t know. I didn’t know anything at all. I wanted to take her tits into my mouth and hear her make any sound. But she was quiet. Her body was trembling.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I– it hurts– down there.” She gulped.

“Not yet.” I kissed her cheek. “Let me suck on your tits first, alright?” I pulled back.

She nodded, shifting over the counter and pressing her thighs together. She was being so good and it made me hard to the fullest. My cock was peeking through my pants—I’d caught her staring already—but I could wait a little longer to use it and be all the way inside her.

I kissed her cheek once more and dotted kisses down her jaw, neck, and chest until my lips reached her right nipple. She whined at that first kiss, so I kissed her there again, this time with an open mouth. With tongue. With teeth. With heavy breathing.

Her hand flew to my hair once I dragged her nipple out with my teeth and went back to suck on it. I bucked my hips forward and pulled her close to me by her hips. My cock was nestled between her thighs and she did a slow back-and-forth motion that put her in the perfect position. Now I could suck on her tits however I wanted. I went from one to the other, making her moan and shift over the counter like the desperate little thing she was. I was enjoying this way too much.

I let go of her nipple loudly with a pop sound before giving all my attention to her cunt. Not with my mouth, as much as I wanted to. I sneaked my hand inside her sweats and of course, she wasn’t wearing anything under, allowing me to feel her right away.

I was not ready to feel that much arousal. God, she was dripping. “Is it helping?” I murmured close to her mouth, spreading her juices all over.

“Yes.” She exhaled with a blissful smile. “It’s perfect.” Her head dropped to my shoulder. “God, I’ve never—”

I froze and took a moment to ask, “You’ve never what?” as she didn’t finish her sentence.

“I’ve never… done any of these before?” She lifted her head.

I stopped any physical contact and took a few steps back. Ashamed.

“Mr. Hotchner—” she hopped off the counter and stood in front of me, covering her chest with her shirt.

“God, honey, no,” I begged, almost. “I’m not the one for you.”

She was a virgin, and so much younger than me. I was definitely not the right one for her to have these experiences for the first time.

“You are.” She reached for my hand. “You’re perfect for me. I’ve known it since I first saw you.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her but I didn’t back up either. She got closer and brought my hand up to her lips, kissing my knuckles.

“Please? Be my first?”

“I won’t be your first,” I softened my voice.

“But—”

“No.”

“Let me see you, then.” She brought her hand to my crotch. “Just seeing you.”

I had no idea where her sudden confidence came from. Maybe from my sudden insecurity. But I let her, and we were back right where we were—her on the counter and me in between her legs.

“I’ll let you see me,” I whisper in her ear, “If we promise each other this is the one and only thing we’ll do.”

“I promise,” she laughed a little. “do you?”

“I promise,” I said, harshly undoing my belt and pants.

She was eager and I wasn’t going to make her wait any longer.

I sneaked my hand inside my underwear and lowered them just enough to pull out my cock for her. I was hard and leaking for her. She sucked in a small moan that was more a gasp than anything else at the sight.

“Oh,” she gulped. “Can I touch you?” Her voice came out small yet the desire dripping from her shaky voice was tangible, almost.

I took her hand and showed her how to touch me, even when a second ago we’d promised all she’d do was watch. I let her do it on her own and placed both of my hands flat on either side of her hips over the counter. Her strokes were short and firm.

“Mr. Hotchner?” She stared at my lips. “Can you touch me again?” She shifted over the counter and pressed her thighs down a bit. She was growing impatient.

I wanted to be inside her; coat my cock with her arousal and have her crumbling in my arms.

“Let’s take this off.” I pulled her pants down to the floor with her help and now I could see her cunt properly. Dripping wet.

I bucked my hips closer and tapped, tapped, tapped her clit with the head of my cock. Her body and breath jerked from the sensitivity each time. I then rubbed it, up and down, covering myself with her arousal.

The wet sounds we made were exquisite. I couldn’t make myself stop. There was no reason to. I didn’t. I rubbed myself against her fast and made her moan and squirm and whine with pleasure until I was moaning, too.

I aimed my cum up to her stomach, some even managed to reach her chest and I was not ready to watch her wipe some of it with her finger and lick it clean while keeping eye contact.

She licked her lips and casually said, “You may need a new sink.”

“I think so, too.”

Her soft eyes and smile wrecked me.

I was so fucked.

If you follow this series and have read every part I love you and appreciate you for sticking around <3333

Also I’d love to know what you think and what other things you’d like to read of these two ❤️‍🩹🤭

Thank you for reading!🫶🏻

#aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction

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stardustto-dust · 1 year

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Why you should vote Abed Nadir in the 2023 autism swag summit

I've seen people do this for other polls and it is vital that Abed Nadir from the 2009-2015 NBC comedy Community wins this one.

Vote him round one here.

Does he fit the first part of the statement? Yes, Abed is canonically autistic.

When he realised autistic fans related to him, creator Dan Harmon did as much research as he possibly could into autism as to not let those fans down.

While doing said research, Harmon realised himself was likely on the spectrum. Meaning that Abed is a canon autistic character created by an autistic person. How often does that happen?

Due to the above facts, he is a very well researched and developed autistic character, with both traits more commonly shown in the media, such as blunted affect and difficulties reading faces and less commonly shown traits, such as hyperempathy and sensory issues.

From the time Abed first appeared on screen to the present day, there have been many blog posts, magazine articles and even scholarly articles written about how good rep he is. I have seen him on many a neurodiversity advocacy Instagram account. (If you want me to link some I will!)

OK, we have established the autism. What about the swag? Well, first of all, as Donald Glover summarised it "Abed fucks". There is a whole episode dedicated to his friends trying to get him a girlfriend and worrying about his self-esteem and in the end it turns out he gets plenty of girls and, as he says, he has "self-esteem falling out (his) butthole." He also gets guys hitting on him. And how can we mention Abed without his boyfriend soulmate best friend Troy. who canonically wants to have his "gentle and mysterious" "other half"'s children. In short, bisexual king.

Of course, swag is not limited to just sexual and romantic prowess, as the amount of aroace people I know with limitless swag testifies to. Swag can also be measured by commitment to the bit, for example. And, boy, is Abed known for his commitment to the bit.

Abed is Batman, Han Solo and Jesus. He is a mafia boss. He is a cartoon man discovering the meaning of Christmas. He is the narrator and the cameraman. Like, not metaphorically or in archetype. He realises a need for these characters in the story and becomes them.

[GIF- Abed as Batman, applying lip balm, possessing undeniable amounts of swag]

9. "How does he realise the need for the these things in the story?" you may ask. Well, his special interest is film and TV. He is a filmmaker. Thus, he frames his life in terms of genre, often seeming aware of the fact he is in a sitcom. However, this often changes, and, the show branches off into completely different genres, which Abed points out. These shifts in genre explore character dynamics and also are super awesome. Abed is so genre-aware, he changes the entire genre of the show. That is swag.

10. The Community fandom here on Tumblr.com, and throughout the web, is quite small. It will make us very happy. Plus, for the first time in 8 years, there likely will be new Abed content this year, due to the release of the movie. (Due to one of Abed's many catchphrases "Six seasons and a movie!")

11. Please please please please I love him so much and i am very cool you should listen to me please please please.

So yeah, that's it! If you have anything to add, please do!

Click below for some Abed gifs.

[GIF- "Evil Abed" (Abed with a goatee and sunglasses) walking through his college being evil. He hangs up someone's payphone call, pops a girls balloon with his cigarette and then dumps said cigarette into a woman's coffee]

[GIF- Two gifs. One is of Troy, topless, leaning out of an airvent. He looks down and says "I love you". Next is of Abed, looking up at him. He says "I know", before being grabbed by a zombie in a kilt]

[GIF- Abed, wearing sunglasses, saying "movie reference". Jeff is there too and also wearing sunglasses]

[GIF- Abed saying "Cool. Cool cool cool"]

Ok there are so many more GIFs I want to put but I kinda have work soon lol. You get the gist, he is amazing. Vote Abed!

#abed #abed nadir #autism swag #autism swag summit #community tv #community nbc #six seasons and a movie #autism #troy and abed #community #troy barnes #autismsummit2023

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader- Part 2

Summary: You have your friends to help you through your pregnancy as Ethan gets the help he needs.

Part 1, Part 3

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of pregnancy

A/N: HI! I'm currently in the process of trying to update all my fics to include what's in the fic because I'M AN IDIOT and completely forgot about that😅

When you found out Ethan had something to do with what was happening a few weeks before, you were devastated. The kind, sweet Ethan that you first met when you were thirteen and went to visit Dewey and Gale in New York. You tried to have a long-distance relationship with Ethan until you met Amber in your sophomore year. Then you realized that you needed to be with someone that could physically be there with you, and you were wanting to explore your sexuality. Ethan was sad about it, but he understood. When you reached back out to him after everything happened with Amber, you’d learned that he’d lost his brother around the same time. You leaned on each other to grieve your losses, and you started to get your feelings back.

Your mom was so close to Gale, and after everything happened to Dewey, she flew out to New York for a while because Gale took it really hard. That’s when Gale suggested that you going to college there and getting out of Woodsboro might be good for you. You and Tara both decided to apply to the same school, keeping your fingers crossed that you’d both get in. Mindy and Chad did the same, and after a few months, you all got your acceptance emails on the same day.

Ethan was so excited when you told him you got into the same school as him. He was hoping the two of you had a chance to pick up where you’d left off years before. But then his dad came up with a plan. Ethan felt sick as he listened to his dad talk about you being one of the targets.

“I won’t be a part of this if you want to hurt her,” Ethan said, as his dad eyed him curiously. “I know her, okay? I really care about her.”

“You can’t be serious…you want us to spare a girl that had something to do with Richie dying?” Wayne questioned, “How do you know her?”

“It doesn’t matter how I know her, you aren’t going to hurt her,” Ethan had a scowl on his face, “And, Amber stabbed her first. She didn’t hurt him.”

“Fuck it, she can live…but everyone else dies.”

Ethan nodded at his dad’s words, “She doesn’t know you or Quinn, so this could work.”

Ethan spent days trying to hack into the university’s computer system after he realized that was a way to get close to Chad. Once he was in and was able to select him as his roommate, he started to search for ways Quinn could help. He talked to you about your plans and where you were going to stay. When you mentioned that you were moving in with Tara and Sam, and were hoping to find a fourth roommate, he knew that he needed to make sure Quinn got that extra room.

Wayne made it clear to both of his kids that they were to act like they didn’t know each other, and that Quinn was to be the only one to interact with their dad. Ethan started to get nervous when you got close to Quinn, but she felt like she could get close to you, because you weren’t going to die. Plus, she really grew to like you. When she found out you were pregnant, she couldn’t tell Ethan. She knew that he would probably back out of the plan, and it would ruin everything they’d been working towards.

When you left, Ethan was rethinking everything. All he wanted was to be with you, and when you went back to Woodsboro, he thought about hopping on a plane and leaving his dad and Quinn to do all the work. He knew he couldn’t, because they’d come to find him, and you wouldn’t be safe.

As Ethan and Quinn snuck into the abandoned theater that night, she knew his head wasn’t in it.

“Ethan, pay attention! We don’t have much time,” she whispered, observing Tara, Chad and Sam explore around the theater from the balcony.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he sighed, pulling the mask off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, “You’re going to ruin everything!”

“I have to stop this,” he said, standing up.

That’s when Quinn pulled the knife out, stabbing him a few times. His eyes were wide in pain and shock, not thinking his own sister could do this to him. He started to groan when she put her hand over his mouth to muffle him, not wanting anyone else to hear him.

“I’m really starting to understand why Richie was dad’s favorite son,” she said, as Ethan lost consciousness.

Quinn and Wayne tried to finish the job that night, ultimately losing their lives as they attempted to kill the Carpenter sisters. When the detectives discovered Ethan’s body in the balcony, he was immediately considered a suspect, because he was wearing the robe and the mask was on the floor beside him. He miraculously had a faint pulse and was able to be saved.

As you kept up with your friends and what was going on with Chad, Tara started to bring up Ethan.

Tara: I just wanted to let you know that Ethan’s going to be okay. He’s going to be getting the help he needs. I don’t know if you wanted an update, but I thought you would because of the circumstances.

You: Have you heard why he was a part of it? I haven’t seen anything new about it.

The details surrounding the situation were kept quiet. They wanted to verify all the information before it was released to the public.

Tara: I asked about it…and I don’t know if you want to know.

You: I need to know…I’m literally pregnant with his child.

Tara: Have you told your mom yet?

You: Yes, already had my first appointment. Everything’s looking good so far.

You: Quit trying to change the subject

Tara: Alright…Quinn was Ethan’s sister, and detective Bailey was his dad.

Your heart was pounding as you read the message. You started to feel like you didn’t know Ethan at all. He’d mentioned his dad a couple times, but you’d never met him. And he definitely never brought up having a sister, even when you were younger before all of this started.

Tara: They did it for Richie. He was Ethan’s brother.

You: What the fuck?

You started to sob as you held your tummy. As much as you wished the condom hadn’t broke that night, you still loved the tiny little person that was growing inside of you. You knew you’d do whatever you needed to, to make sure they’d always be safe.

The months passed quickly, your belly getting bigger by the week. Your friends flew back to Woodsboro for your baby shower, and decided to stay until after you had the baby. Yeah, you had your family, but you were so thankful to have your best friends by your side, too. Your parents decided to convert the large office they had into a nursery, which you were so thankful for.

“I’m happy you aren’t doing the stereotypical ‘everything must be pink’ thing,” Mindy said, as you walked through the baby section of the store with her and Chad. “What color are you thinking for the walls?”

“I think I want gray, but a light gray. I am going to have a little bit of pink in the room, and I think it’ll go well together,” you said, holding one of your hands against your belly as you felt your baby girl kick.

“Is this the crib you want?” Chad said, attempting to lift the heavy box. You nodded as Mindy helped him grab the other end and put it on the large cart.

“Please be careful. I know you’ve been going to physical therapy for months, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” you said to Chad, his face still wincing from the weight of the box. He still had some muscle damage that he was hoping could be fixed.

Chad was especially helpful. He built the crib, painted the room, assembled the changing table. Tara and Mindy took you shopping for baby clothes and all the little things you’d need for the tiny new person when they made their way into the world.

“Everything is so tiny,” Tara said, as she helped you fold the freshly washed baby clothes.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom soon,” you smiled, adding a stack of clothes to a basket.

“I know we don’t really talk about Ethan, but do you think you’re ever going to tell him?” she asked, looking over at you.

“I thought about it, but I’m going to keep her safe. I don’t want him to know,” you sighed, “I know he’s getting help, but I can’t put her in danger.”

“It makes sense. She’s got all of us, anyway. You won’t ever have to worry about doing this alone,” she smiled, “We might be transferring back here.”

“What?!” you squealed, before you started to think. “You guys can’t do that…you’re about to start your second year.”

“Yeah, but the core five has to stick together,” she said, as Chad’s head popped into the room.

“I just hung the shelves and the pictures you wanted on the walls. Wanna come check it out?” he asked, a huge smile on his face.

“Yes!”

You walked into the room and immediately started to tear up. You noticed that Chad had finished everything, from the fitted sheet on the crib mattress and the white fluffy rug on the floor, to the light pink curtains that looked great with the light gray walls.

“Chad…thank you,” you cried, as he pulled you into a hug. “These pregnancy hormones will be the death of me,” you laughed.

“You’re welcome. Now everything is ready for the little lady,” he said, as Tara walked in with the basket of folded clothes.

“Almost, we just need to put these away,” she said, walking over to the dresser.

Not even a week later, when you went with Mindy to make sure the car seat was correctly installed, your water broke.

“Oh fuck,” she said, your eyes wide as you looked over to the older gentleman that had just finished looking at the car seat. “Uh, I think we need to go.”

“Well, the car seat is good to go. Just in the nick of time too, it seems,” he chuckled, looking down at the wet spot on the ground. “Don’t worry about that, go have that baby.”

He was nice enough to bring a towel out for you to sit on as you made the trip down the street to the hospital.

“Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, be screaming in pain right now?” she asked, as you rolled your eyes.

“The contractions still feel the same way they have all day,” you sighed, as Mindy drove about ten over the speed limit in the residential area. “Slow down.”

“Slow down? You’ve been having contractions all day and didn’t think to tell someone?” she asked, her voice raised as she panicked.

“I’ve been tracking them on the app. They aren’t close enough yet. Now that my water broke, I think we should get to the hospital, though,” you said, so nonchalantly that Mindy was confused.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, as you started to laugh.

“Yeah, but I don’t really need to show it when you’re freaking out enough for the both of us.”

The truth is, part of you wished Ethan was there with you. You couldn’t help but hate him a little, his shitty decisions leading to you doing everything without him.

When you made it to the hospital, and Mindy called your parents and friends, everything moved quick. Mindy opted to be in the waiting room, as Tara and Chad stayed with you until Chad started to get a little squeamish.

“Okay, uh, I think I need to get out of here,” he said, feeling dizzy.

“It’s fine,” you groaned, before looking at Tara. “You can’t leave though.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got this,” she encouraged you as you started to push.

It only took twenty more minutes for your baby girl to make it into the world. When the nurse asked you what her name would be, Tara perked up, dying to know what you’d decided. You didn’t want to tell anyone the name you’d picked out until she was born, but you were also nervous about everyone’s last name reactions.

“Um, River Judith Landry,” you said, Tara’s eyes going wide.

“Your last name isn’t Landry,” the nurse said, as she wrote it on the whiteboard in the room.

“It’s her dad’s last name,” you said, “He couldn’t be here.”

You wanted to avoid the awkward conversation. How do you explain to someone that your child’s father was in a psychiatric hospital for plotting to kill your friends? You knew you didn’t want him to be around your daughter, but you also didn’t feel right just pretending that he didn’t exist.

As the nurse walked out, Tara looked over to you, “Landry?”

“Yeah, hopefully she doesn’t hate me someday for giving her that last name,” you said, looking down at the tiny human in your arms. “I guess we could always change it one day if she does.”

“Maybe one day when he’s better, things will be different,” she smiled, looking down at your daughter.

“Maybe.”

You’d been home from the hospital for a few weeks. Your friends all got the transfer to the local college, even though you begged them to go back to New York and live their lives. They made the trip back to get their stuff, so you’d been doing almost everything on your own while your parents were at work.

As you shushed your daughter who’d just woken up from a nap, you heard a knock on the door. You walked over to it, your eyes not leaving her. You gently bounced her in your arms as you opened the door, instantly filled with fear the second you saw who was standing there.

“Ethan?” you said, your voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”

He had a million things he wanted to say to you before he made it to the door, but when he saw you standing there with a baby, his brain stopped working.

“I think you should go,” you said, starting to close the door.

“Wait,” he said, “is that baby yours?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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I feel like there aren’t as many “dominant/sadistic” female reader stories. Like don’t get me wrong, I love dominant men, but let’s make that story a bit more spicy…So here’s another idea I had…Male Yandere Fiancé X Female Sadistic Reader

Darling grows up from a prominent old money family, and from young childhood was put into an arranged marriage with one of her father’s longtime friend’s son (who was the same age, and also from a old money family, hence the arranged marriage). Darling was born with a sadistic streak (inherited from her mother, cause we gotta love generational femme fatales), and just thought “why not play what’s already been promised to me?” So she decides to cruelly play with her fiancés feelings even at a young age. (Goes the whole gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss route). For example, fiancé (the yandere), falls in love with her easily since Darling easily manipulates him. Once fiancé is hooked, Darling abuses him into becoming her “ideal man,” forcing fiancé to workout relentlessly, spend countless days/nights studying to become more intelligent, perform extravagant acts of love/devotion to her, etc. Fiancé is pushing himself to the limits in every which way for Darling, because if he doesn’t, Darling is threatening to break off the engagement and leave him forever.

Last day of college arrives (it was agreed between the two families that after the kids graduated college, they’d get married asap), but Darling being the cruel thing she is, makes out with another man in front of yandere fiancé and declares that she loves the new man more and wants to marry him instead. The new man is the total opposite of yandere fiancé (physically weak, lowest ranking in each class, from a “poor family/ugly,” etc.) and in a sense Darling breaks yandere fiancé’s psyche, cause what has he been working for his entire life now? Yandere fiancé snaps and sets a plan into motion to get his Darling to stay with him, because no matter what she does to him, he will always love her (he’s absolutely delusional and off the rails). After all, he’s going to make sure he gets his fairy tale happily ever after.

So maybe in the end he does become the “dominant” one, or maybe Darling is still the “dominant” one. Who knows? But I hope this idea of a story could have some fun exploring various power/relationship dynamics, and how they can spectacularly backfire. I hope you can have fun with this one too! <3

TW: Noncon, manipulation, corporal punishment

You always liked Barbies. You love the fact their Ken's are just dolls to them. Another accessory to their closet. Their only job is to be a fool in love.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Lucian, your future fiance, says.

"Playing with dolls," You reply, looking at him.

17 years have gone since then, and Lucian has shaped up quite nicely. You planted little suggestions about what you liked in his head, and he eagerly followed like a horse trying to eat a carrot waving in front of its face. He wears contact lenses because you hate brown eyes. He dyed his hair blonde, changed his style, and even got on steroids for a while to bulk up for you. If he didn't, you'd threaten to end the engagement.

Now, you're in your senior year of college. You're an A+ plus student and a vivid party girl as well. Lucian never knew about you sneaking out from his eye to party all night. He never knew about all the guys you hooked up with. The poor boy would be furious if he knew you fucked with the guys who were antithesis to him. Dumb, jock, alcoholic, trouble, everything he thought you hated.

"Oh, Jeremy, you've gotta try this jungle juice! It's amazing!" You exclaim, practically hugging your jock boy toy Jeremy.

"I know it's amazing. I made it," Jeremy laughs, turning you around and kissing your neck.

You kiss Jeremy's lips and make out with him. You didn't even know kissing Jeremy was your metaphorical kiss of death.

"God, I wanna marry you," You coo as Jeremy snaps your bra strap.

Now you've signed your death warrant.

"How could you?" Lucian mumbles, crushing his red party cup.

"Jeremy, let's head to your bed," You whisper, kissing his neck.

He leads you to his room, and Lucian takes advantage of the large crowd to pull you away. Lucian drags you outside despite your complaints.

"Luci, what the hell are you doing?" You drunkenly say, trying to get your hand free from Lucian.

"Listen to me! You're not going to treat me like I'm some doll anymore. I've changed myself beyond recognition for you. I've obeyed your every order. You're going to love me!" Lucian snaps, throwing you into the passenger seat of his car.

"Don't threaten me. Dogs don't growl at their masters," You hiss, making Lucian stop the car.

Lucian unbuckles your seatbelt and slaps you across the face.

"You're going to respect me for once in your life," Lucian monotonously says, buckling you back in and driving back to his apartment.

You stay silent for the rest of the ride until Lucian carries you inside. You don't know what's wrong with you. You would never let someone, especially Lucian, treat you like this. Where did your wits and words go?

"If you even think of trying to run away or stop me, I will tell your parents all about your dirty alcohol and party drugs addiction. Mommy and daddy tolerate lots of things, but they won't tolerate their junkie daughter spending their money on drugs to party," Lucian threatens, putting a change of clothes next to you. "Now, change. I don't want you sleeping in my bed smelling like booze and sweat."

You nod your head and change into fresh clothes.

"Lay across my lap," Lucian commands, rubbing your butt. "Call me my love, master, sir, or my name. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes, sir."

Lucian takes off his belt and slams it across your ass. You flinch, but Lucian holds you still.

"Sir, please stop," You whimper, trying to hold your tears.

"Pets don't disobey orders," Lucian says, slamming his belt across your butt again.

"Sorry, sir."

Lucian spanks you fifty more times, and each time is worse and more pleasurable than the last.

"Ah, master!" You moan, cumming onto Lucian's pants.

"Damn it, you messed up my pants!" Lucian groans, pulling your pants down.

"I'm sorry, master!" You yell, Lucian pulling your hair back.

"Suck my cock, pet."

"Yes, my love."

You kiss and lick Lucian's cock. It shivers with every touch, and your soon-to-be husband grabs the back of your head and forces your mouth to take his whole dick. You gag on it for a while, then get used to it. He pushes your head so far down that your lips touch his balls. Once your lips touch his balls, he cums into your mouth and yanks your hair back to get your lips off his cock.

"You've learned your lesson?" Lucian asks, holding your head up by the hair.

"Yes. I'm sorry I manipulated you!" You cry, your mascara running, leaving black streaks.

"Good. You're mine, and we'll be married once we graduate. You're going to respect me for once in your miserable life."

Lucian lets go of your hair, and you faceplant onto the mattress.

"Now then, let's have some good bonding time. I don't want our relationship to be like it was when you were still in control. No manipulating you into someone else. No cheating on me with someone else. Just our true selves," Lucian says, cleaning your mascara streaks away and kissing you. "I love you."

#yandere fiance #rich yandere #yandere smut #yandere noncon #sadistic reader #f! reader

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