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melissa schemmenti x parent fem!reader
summary: now that she knows you record videos of yourself naked and do streams to pay your bills, melissa can't stop thinking about your body. she subscribes to your onlyfans account, telling herself that she's supporting a single mom in need and things get awkward and heated real quick
warnings: dual povs, sex work, masturbation, mentions of sex toys
18+. NSFW content. MDNI.
It was all Ava's fault, really. And this time, it wasn't about blaming Ava because she was an easy target who made a mess of everything she touched at school. No. It really was entirely her fault this time. Well, maybe the whole ordeal wasn't Ava's fault, but it was definitely only because of her big mouth that Melissa Schemmenti had ended up in that fucked up situation.
It was all because Ava was way too excited to find out that one of the moms ran a somewhat successful OnlyFans account. And Ava being Ava, she had shared the information in the teachers' lounge, so excited about her little discovery that she hadn't paid attention to the people present in the room.
Melissa knew that some of the male teachers that had been present for the announcement had subscribed to the mom's page—disgusting pigs that they were.
Melissa Schemmenti was not like them, though. She was definitely above that. She had no desire to check out some porn made by some random woman. Except she was no random woman. She was one of the moms that Melissa had encountered the most this year—single mom to a special needs kid in her second grade class. A mom who also happened to be extremely attractive and charming; a beautiful person inside and out.
It was all because of Ava that Melissa had been too curious to resist the temptation.
Being the smart businesswoman that she was, Melissa knew to check the merchandise first before risking to spend money on something that might not be worth it. She had not opened a porn website in a year and a half, but she did that night, wanting to see if she could find previews and samples for the OnlyFans content of emerald velvet.
Melissa had expected to find boring straight content, nothing spicier than good old doggy style. But instead she found artfully shot solo videos with sensual lighting and gorgeous lingerie sets.
Before she could even realise what she was doing, Melissa had pulled down her pants and settled down on her couch, phone clutched in her hand as she waited for a sample video titled "LESBIAN EDGING VIDEO—touching myself for you" to load. The first image that appeared on her screen was a most stunning body in a gorgeous red corset and matching panties, a pair of stockings that hugged her thighs in the most delicious of manners. It was a tasteful look, and as the gorgeous mother started caressing her breasts, her inner thighs, her neck, Melissa reached a hand between her own thighs, rubbing herself over her panties gently.
“You want to touch me, don't you?” the woman on her phone said, her voice teasing. Melissa had heard that voice in her classroom enough times to recognise it. “Shame you haven't earned that right.”
The angle changed, with the woman now on her back, legs spread to expose the drenched crotch of her fancy red panties. When she tugged the thin material to the side, revealing her soaked pussy, Melissa felt her cunt clench at the sight. She could not tear her eyes aways from the leaking pussy on her screen, watching as the younger woman rubbed circles on her reddened clit—Melissa mirrored the movements, desperately seeking her release. She was so close. So fucking close.
And then, all of sudden, everything stopped.
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The words were written in cute pink font and taunted Melissa and her interrupted orgasm. She slammed her phone down onto the couch out of frustration and shoved at the coffee table with her foot.
FUCK!
Melissa wanted to see more.
She needed to see more.
No matter how guilty it made her feel that she wished to get off to porn videos made by the mother of one of her students, nothing else would satiate her and she knew it.
It was just a few minutes before eight when you arrived at Abbott, later than you were usually comfortable with, but nothing had gone smoothly from the moment you had woken up—starting with your alarm failing to ring and Liv needing to wake you up. The toaster stopped working, you dropped the last almond milk bottle when preparing Liv's breakfast, and you didn't have enough time to finish your cup of coffee. Still, you made it to school on time (nothing short of a miracle, really).
“Let's go, mom!” your daughter called as she ran towards the entrance doors.
You followed after her, ensuring that you had actually packed her noise cancelling headphones in your handbag before locking your car door and following after her.
It wasn't every day that you walked her all the way to Ms. Schemmenti's classroom, but you did from time to time, to talk to your daughter's teacher. It was nice to have a quick talk with the woman, to make sure that everything was still going okay with Liv during the day, to ask if there were things they needed to go over together. You had been spending even more time at the school since Liv was diagnosed with autism and ADHD than you had when the teachers still believed that she was just a trouble kid.
“Good morning, Ms. Schemmenti!” you heard your kid exclaim as she ran into the classroom.
The teacher approached when she noticed you in the corridor. You were amused when you realised she wasn't crossing the threshold, keeping the two of you separated. She did not greet you immediately as she usually did, instead looking you up and down—it lasted such an awkwardly long moment that for a second you thought you had put on your outfit wrong, but no, your black shirt was buttoned properly, your dark jeans fit well and your zipper wasn't down, even your boots matched and were laced all the way up.
“Morning, Ms. Schemmenti?”
She looked up at your face and blinked. She looked more tired than you had ever seen her.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”
You tilted your head at the short, almost dismissive response.
���Ms. Schemmenti, at loss for words, as I live and breathe,” you teased, smirking down at the redhead who stood in front of you.
She cleared her throat and seemed to regain her usual confidence and attitude, that tired, distant and distracted look in her eyes gone. Her eyes were back to the spine tingling intensity that motivated you to walk Liv to her classroom even when it wasn't necessary. It wasn't your fault if you had a thing for older women—it was a fantasy you never acted upon, aside from a few solo videos where you referred to your viewers as mommy.
“Do we need to have a meet up soon?” you questioned.
The redhead was not discreet when she glanced down at your cleavage before answering your question.
“Yeah. I mean no, we don't need to,” she corrected herself quickly once she managed to look away from your body, “Olivia has been doing a lot better lately, she's even starting to make some friends.”
You couldn't figure out what, but something was different about the way Ms. Schemmenti interacted with you. She'd always seemed to enjoy the way you looked, but you had taken it as a sign of mere approval. This was different. It was more like raw attraction—more like the reactions you got from men when they realised that you did porn.
Oh fuck—
There was no way she had found out about your OnlyFans account, right? It wasn't like teachers had time and money to spend on porn subscriptions, right? And Ms. Schemmenti looked too... too... Ms. Schemmenti to watch masturbation videos made by a simple single mom (a hot one, obviously, or else you wouldn't be making money from your videos but still just a single mom).
You couldn't even ask her about it without risking exposing herself in case Ms. Schemmenti didn't actually know about your videos.
“I should leave you to your students, they'll all be here in a couple minutes,” you stated, offering her a smile that was enough to keep her attention on your face. “I'll see you soon enough, Ms. Schemmenti.”
“Have a good day.”
“You too. Be good, Liv!”
You waved at your daughter as you took a few steps back away from the classroom. You took one last glance over your shoulder as you made your way to the front doors, an found Ms. Schemmenti's eyes on you—and she was definitely not trying to make eye contact with you, unless, of course, she believed that that your eyes were on your ass.
Today was a slow day. Working from home had many advantages, like allowing you to film your videos and do streams on a regular basis. Less time commuting to and from work, a better income, and more time and money to take care of your daughter. It was rather ideal.
Except for the part where you were now half-convinced that your daughter's teacher knew that you did porn on the side. You didn't have time to think about that. You had a live stream planned for noon—people were horny at all hours of the day and the rich men (and occasionally women) who worked office hours left the biggest tips when they were bored at work, something that you had learned quickly after starting your career because of how many new subscribers you got over lunch breaks.
You were used to getting everything up and ready for your lives now, and it didn't take long to choose a set of lingerie that you knew would be appreciated. Today's set was one of your favourites; matching emerald green corset and thong. No stockings, you kept it simple during the day. "Lunchables", as you called your midday streams, gathered only a few loyal subscribers who sent you big tips to listen to you talk about the gifts they had sent you over the past few days and to watch you do a quick solo.
Something was different today when you started your live stream though. A new username had popped up among the usual notifications from your regulars.
Schemmexy.
That... that was not a coincidence. That was ridiculously on the nose.
No fucking way.
You took a few deep breaths and schooled your expression. You couldn't let anything transpire.
It was like any other lunch stream. No problem. Your kid's teacher totally hadn't found out about your special career and subscribed to your account. Totally wasn't watching your stream while supposedly at school—sure, it was lunch break, but still!
You reached for one of the packages you had set down on your bed and braced yourself for a disastrously awkward stream.
But everything went on as usual.
The gifts you had been sent were all high quality silicone dildos (you'd jokingly complaining about your fans sending only vibrators lately, and it seemed they had listening and taken you a bit too seriously), and a couple sets of lingerie (both very pretty and soft to the touch).
You'd gotten off (twice) quickly using a bullet vibrator. You'd said goodbye to your viewers, naming some of the biggest tippers directly to make them happy.
All in all, disturbingly ordinary.
Schemmexy had manifested herself only once, with the smallest tip available, to praise your looks and the way you sounded when you came. The "such a good girl" at the end of her message had taken you aback, but you'd done decently good at pretending you weren't flustered by the words when you imagined them pronounced in Ms. Schemmenti's raspy voice and South Philly accent.
It was so wrong to fantasise about your daughter's teacher though. But it had to be more wrong to watch your student's mom get off live, right?
You couldn't even know for sure if it really was Ms. Schemmenti—even if there was no way in hell it wasn't her.
Deciding that there were much more important things to think about and to do, you got up from your bed and went to take a shower. Maybe the hot water could wash away your sins and your dirty thoughts about your kid's hot MILF of a teacher.
After a long, hot, relaxing shower, you flopped down onto your bed, wrapped only in a towel. It was just the perfect amount of comfortable.
You reached for your phone. One text notification stood out among all the others.
Ms. Schemmenti.
Hey, I hate to bother you in the middle of the day, but the kids have been really excited since lunch break. Do you think you might have time to bring Olivia's headphones?
That didn't make sense. You'd put them in your handbag this morning.
And... and you'd proceeded to be so distracted by the notion that Ms. Schemmenti might know about your second career that you had forgotten to hand the headphones to her.
Well, fuck.
Now you'd have to face the woman after she'd watched you get off live. At least her reaction to seeing you wouldn't definitely give away whether or not it really was her, right?
You were so fucked.
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I found this while looking at photos for color reference. It wasn't helpful but it made me smile and I think you all might enjoy it too.
[ID: A photo of Dr. Carmilla and the Mechanisms. From left to right, the photo includes Nastya (Actor), Frank Voss, Maki Yamazaki, Jonny Sims, Morgan Wilkinson, and Ben Below. Maki and Jonny are standing back to back in the center of the frame. They are set forward as compared to the others. On the left, Nastya is crouched and Frank is behind them. On the right both Morgan and Ben are standing facing towards the center. Everyone but Nastya seems to be looking toward the camera.
Nastya has light skin and straight, brown, shoulder length hair, which is lighter at the ends. They are wearing rectangular glasses and a black choker. They are wearing a long sleeve, dark blue shirt, dark blue jeans, and green-brown boots. They have their hands on their knees.
Frank has mid-dark skin and bleached curly hair. They are wearing a dark shirt and have their right hand on Nastya's right shoulder. Most of Frank is unseen. They seem to be wearing blue jeans and brown shoes.
Maki is standing side-to and smirking at the camera. She has light skin and short, dark hair. They are wearing red lipstick and eye make up. She has on a white button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, underneath a black vest, with a black bandana tied just above her left elbow. They wearing black pants with a black belt that has a white flower on it and brown boots. She is holding onto a silver patterned cane in front of her.
Jonny is also standing side-to the camera. He has light skin and short brown hair. He has short facial hair and is wearing black, vein-y eye make up. He is wearing a black velveteen coat over a dark collared shirt, black slacks with a long black braided belt, the end of which hangs to his back, and black boots. He has one hand on his belt and the other is held, relaxed, next to his coat's button placket; it has something drawn on the back in black.
Morgan has his hands on his hips. He has light skin and short, straight, bright red hair. He is wearing a red and black corset style bodice with an ankle-length black layered skirt and black boots.
Ben has light skin and short curly hair of indeterminate color due to lighting. He is wearing a white, long sleeve, button up shirt under a vest which is brown and striped with gold and filigree designs. He is wearing black jeans and brown sneakers. In his only visible hand, he is holding something small, black, and square; it appears to be a flask.
They are stand on and in front of a photography backdrop which is a marbled white color. Past the edges of the backdrop the wall behind them can be seen to have many framed pictures on it as well as some large glass tubes behind Ben's head. There is also something brown and square off the edge near to Ben and a stand of some kind just barely on the backdrop. There is neutral lighting coming from behind the camera and in front of the subjects, as well as harsh red lighting from off camera but to the right side of the photo. This causes significant reflection on the skin and hair of Ben, Morgan, and Frank, as well as a lesser red reflection on Jonny.
In the lower right hand corner there is a water mark reading "Lyon Photography" in a white, all lowercase, handwritten style font. End ID]
This photo was on the Mechanisms facebook page, posted June 10, 2011 and is from the Vaudeville Rave.
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You know sometimes... you do the most self-indulgent shit in the world? You know sometimes - you go "oh it's time for drawing practice" and then spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME drawing characters from the magnus archives in your own ridiculous wardrobe? Anyways if anyone reblogs this please tag it as nsfw cuz looking at this should get you fired.
Time to stop spending so much ✨money✨ on 🌟clothes🌟
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A series of digital drawings of characters from the magnus archives. I'll just describe them straight out.
1- a title page reading "A Magnus Archives Fashion Show" in goofy 70's font. Subtitles read "Bored? Try drawing a ton of fictional characters in your own clothes!" "Like way too many!" "A totally normal and healthy way to spend your time!"
2- Martin wearing a silvery dress with a long slit up the thigh. He's also wearing a fan-shaped blue stone necklace, a blue ring, blue nail polish, and brown roman-style sandals. The text behind him just reads MARTIN in giant text with a little tiny "I love you sir" next to it.
3- Jon kneeling on the ground looking extremely sexy and extremely sleepy. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the words "highly emotional" in vaporwave colors. Above that he's wearing a black button-up with purple & blue chevrons across it. He's wearing acid-washed cutoff jean shorts and knee-high pink sparkly boots. He has neon green nail polish. The text next to him reads "oh no he's so very sleepy" and "<- just got pushed to the floor by basira"
4- Jon wearing a sequined cow-print baseball cap, a cream-colored western shirt with tassels across the chest, pink pants, and white & brown cow-spotted boots. He's holding a white hexagonal purse with a blue eye on the front. His text reads "Yes honey you're PRECIOUS"
5- Sasha wearing a billowy white pirate shirt with a corset. The corset has Bosch's 'Garden of Earthly Delights' on the plates. She's also wearing white pants with a pattern of small rainbow zebras, and purple ballet shoes. The text next to her reads "Sasha you're so much better than these fools I'm so sorry they did you so dirty"
6- Basira and daisy standing together. Basira is wearing a black jumpsuit with a velvet top that has tassels along the chest, which is attached to silky wide-leg pants that have large pockets with tassels along the rim. She's wearing black high-heels and white cat-eye sunglasses with blue lenses. Daisy is wearing a red jumpsuit with an open back, red triangular sunglasses, and a ruby ring. The text between them reads "on their way to a 'buff wlw' key party"
7- Georgie wearing a purple frilly dress with a green frog pattern and an orange scrunchie. Her text reads "I just want her to be proud of me (pleading face)"
8- Melanie wearing a pink silky bomber jacket over a green sheer shirt. She's also wearing black leggings with a pattern of white leopards, black doc martens, and carries a purse in the shape of a black bucket with champagne and fake ice coming out of the top. Her text reads "My only feedback for Melanie: could have been meaner <3"
9- Gerry wearing a long-sleeve green velvet shirt with the shoulders cut out, showing his tattoos. He's also wearing black velvet leggings and draping a black velvet robe down around his elbows. He's also got shiny gold doc martens. The text for him reads "ALL VELVET ALL THE TIME"
10- Michael wearing neon blue leggings with a pattern of bright red, green, and yellow. He's also wearing a blurple robe with red & green flowers, and a velvet shirt with a cheetah print & rose pattern. He has neon green toenail polish and neon yellow fingernail polish. He also has a bright blue iridescent backpack. His text reads "Please take me into your hallways mr spiral."
11- Helen wearing a t-shirt with a bird on the back that says "I am a LIE" as well as gym shorts with a wtnv quote: "I don't know who I am and I don't understand the concept of time and how it relates to me." The text next to her reads "Fearpocalypse's #1 wingwoman!"
12- Tim wearing a pink velvet baseball cap, a t-shirt with color blocks of teal, pink, and yellow, and baggy pink jeans. He's also wearing black & floral carpet slippers. The text next to him reads "OMW to murder some clowns <3 <3"
13- Oliver wearing a green velvet blazer with matching 3/4 length pants. He's got a white shirt underneath, as well as black dress shoes with zebra fake fur on the tops. His text reads "Oliver you never did anything wrong & I love you"
14- Jon wearing a bright green velvet jumpsuit with huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with yellowish sclera and red irises. His text reads "Come at me bro" and "NOT amused"
15- Elias looks like he's fallen down into a corner and his limbs are all akimbo. He's wearing a cow-print shirt under a lilac jacket, which has a white & black pattern of little snakes. His pants are the same color of lilac and have a pattern of purple crying eyes. His shoes are silver and reflective like disco balls. The text next to him reads "a NORMAL pose for a NORMAL man"
16- Elias standing in T-pose but also squatting with his knees out to the side. He's wearing a black velvet mini-dress, which also has huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with white, veiny sclera and teal irises. He's wearing high heels with eyeballs skewered on the stillettos. The text next to him reads "laying an egg."
17- Simon Fairchild wearing a white & blue hawaiian shirt, a baggy black jacket with a pattern of purple flowers on it, and hugely baggy purple hammer pants. He's also wearing orangey iridescent round sunglasses. The text next to him says "This is the face of a man who has fucked the sky.... and will do so again."
18- Peter Lukas wearing blue & white flower-patterned booty shorts, blue short cowboy boots, and a white t-shirt that says "of course I cum fast, I've got fish to catch!!" with a picture of a bass on it. The text next to him reads "...what are you looking at"
19- Elias wearing a pink & multicolor eyeball-patterned robe, pink velvet shorts, and a white t-shirt with some Tom of Finland art on it (look up 'hot and heavy'). The text next to him reads "Lord forgive me for I have sinned" and "fuckboy"
20- Elias again, almost naked but wearing a leather full-body harness that has little tiny patches of fur tufting off of his nipples, as well as a big puffy patch of fur as a merkin. He's making direct eye contact with you, dear reader. He has a pair of condoms under his hand and the text next to him reads "I got a Magnus condom for my monster dong" and "fuck MAN" (and "psst this is the only outfit I don't own")
Hey I'm really sorry
#going to jail now#got fired from my job#evicted from my apartment#my cat won't look at me#my parents don't acknowledge me#I'm a criminal and I'm going to hell#tma#the magnus archives#magnus archives fanart#martin blackwood#jon sims#sasha james#basira hussein#daisy tonner#georgie barker#melanie king#gerry keay#michael shelly#helen distortion#michael distortion#tim stoker#oliver banks#simon fairchild#peter lukas#elias bouchard#apologycore
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Another Earth
Pairing: August Walker (werewolf) x Female Reader (red ridding hood)
Warning: 18+, PWP, Oral (M and F receiving), Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Slightly ABO Universe, Rough Sex
Words: 7434
Summary: After a failed attempt to sign up for the Halloween haunted house to meet your Superman, the last minute ticket turned your night upside down as you were stuck in another earth.
A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 This is for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge, and I’m pretty late! Sorry for that life has been busy xD I still have another one in progress (the Andy barber one) and hopefully can post it soon! Thanks to @navybrat817 and @venusdemonroe for giving me the idea for this story and help me discuss what a werewolf August Walker would do in this lol. Actually I wanted to mention a lot....of things but I guess it would be too much for a one shot lil but anyway Happy reading!!!
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This year's Halloween event was mental. Several big haunted houses are hosted by celebrities. To name a few, there's an Avengers Tower haunted house, The Hall of Justice League, The X-Mansion, and even Walking Dead one.
You knew it wasn't easy. All of them have a huge fandom. The ticket was sold out immediately when it was open for sale, like 3 months before Halloween, and you were terribly upset. You were whining for a month straight to your boyfriend. Or more like your sugar daddy. He was patient and wealthy, but he knew he can't satisfy you enough, so he usually did everything he could for you. But that time, you just have none of it. The relationship, if you could ever say that, fell out immediately because you were unreasonable.
You really wanted to go to The Hall of Justice League and maybe meet Clark Kent. The obsession started because he always visited your dream and mostly engaged in the steamiest dream ever. It's been your wildest dream, really, to have that body blanketed yours, in a really not innocent way.
Just one day before Halloween, you finally secured one ticket for The Hall of Justice League haunted house. Of course, the first thing you did was scream. You had been on their waiting list since the ticket sold out, but you really lost hope since last week. But now, you celebrate it with a bit of a jump and constant scream.
"What the fuck?" Your only housemate barged into your bedroom. Face annoyed.
You stopped your silly jumps and looked at your housemate. With a broad smile, you hug your housemate and shake her body, "I got it! I got the ticket for The Hall of Justice League haunted house! Can you believe that?"
The redhead hugged you, and both of you jumped in a circle. "Oh my gosh...I can't believe it! Congrats!!! I really hope you will meet your Kryptonite." she gave you her suggestive smirk.
"I mean...a girl can only hope. But this is a charity event. I don't think he will be available. What if it's all a decoy and I only meet his wax figure?" you pouted at your friend.
"Well, at least you have the opportunity to see it yourself. But remember, behave, young lady, don't let him if he's there, I mean, witness your brattiness."
"Aye...aye Captain!" you giggled but immediately gave your housemate a military saluted.
That night you dreamed of those big blue eyes and his firm, fantastic arms on yours.
***
Dress in your red riding hood costume, you patiently sat in the backseat of the Uber car. Well, maybe a little bit impatient, since it's already 11pm.
Everything just went down the hill since morning. You can't seem to find your Poison Ivy costume. Not to mention that you were late for work that morning. Your boss was a bitch since she seems annoyed at you every time the male employee or investor became too friendly with you.
Who can blame you? You were just good at acting all cute to them, and it's not your fault that they mostly thought you were a cute little employee.
You check your wrist. The expensive rose gold watch from your ex sugar daddy elegantly pointed at 11.30 pm. You sighed, "do you know how long I will arrive at my destination? It will close soon."
"Hopefully, in 10 minutes. Dunno why it's jam-packed." Said the Uber driver.
You huffed in exasperation, but there's nothing you can do. You arrived very last minute, like 15 minutes before the haunted house closed. Wearing black stiletto boots, you carefully made a small run into the stairs. The booth was stationed to the far left of the building.
"Good night, little red riding hood; you are lucky because we are almost closed. Can I see your ticket, please?" A man dressed as Edwar Scissorhands greeted you at the far left of the building.
You fished out your smartphone from your small basket bag and showed him your barcode. He scanned it and looked at the monitor in front of him. "Hmm, here for a kryptonite, aren't you." He eyed you up and down and smirked at you. "I hope you have a spooky night, little girl."
You smile at him and sashay your way to the entrance. Apparently, they makeover a warehouse into a vast real-life Justice League Hall. Like in the comic. A white half-circle exterior completed with two giant pillars at each side imitated the picture you only seen in comic books. It looks so magnificent.
You entered the door after you scanned your barcode at the scanner next to it. The whooshing noises startle you a bit, but you were too excited and step in immediately.
The inside was bright with a black marble flooring that shone bright; you even can see your reflection. There's a different section of the silvery door like in most sci-fi, alien invasion movies. So futuristic, so clinical.
You darted your eyes and found where you needed to go. A small rectangle monitor with a very digital clock font in it showed you 'Krypton' words. Without hesitation, you did a little run and waited in front of it. The small rectangle monitored turned to green, and it shone. It startled you, but you let out a sigh of relief when it just scanned your body from your head to toe.
"So much for a haunted house." You muttered.
When the door opened, you stepped in. It was a glass elevator. You circled your eyes and found everything was dark. When the elevator ran, bringing you down several floors, the surrounding changed.
Once, the darkness engulfed you like you were being shipped to the deep ocean, but it changed dramatically. Your eyes darted in awe as you drank on the scenery. The scenery of what you would call the imitation of Planet Krypton. So beautiful yet so harsh.
When the elevator stopped, the ding noise pulled you to the present. With excitement, you grabbed your smartphone and took several pictures of the scenery. It was just so surreal that a haunted house would make something like this. But you remember how expensive the ticket was.
"This three grant haunted house better give me a chance to fuck a real-life Clark Kent." you cackled.
There's a weird tower with a green light on top of it. You assumed some futuristic objects were supposed to be 'kryptonite' as it floated sparsely in most parts of the supposed Krypton. A bit further, you could see a white crystal-like triangle building. Oddly enough, it reminded you of the Louvre Pyramid. This one just full of crystal-like pillars crisscrossed it.
Didn't want to waste your time, you decided what path you should choose. It wasn't easy. Your stiletto pierced to the weird substrate like mud but also crystal-like as if it's ice. Carefully, you mind your footing while again stayed alert. There's this odd feeling of being watched. But you reminded yourself that you were in a haunted house, so it's understandable.
You let out a loud scream when suddenly a mummy appeared behind one of the floated crystals. "Holy shit, I didn't see that coming." you try to slow down your breath as you clutched the white ruffle shirt under your red corset.
When you feel that you can walk again, you try to do it faster. Several times it looks like the Krypton had shifted in its light as if the sun rose and shone, but the next five minutes, it set. Made the scenery look like it was illuminated by the crystal alone, like a lamp.
When many ghost-like mannequins showed up, it got scarier and scarier, and you immediately lowered your hood to shield you from some view. Your eyes perked up when you finally saw the path to the Fortress of Solitude. It was more like an icy bridge with a dark pond surrounding it.
As your right foot stepped onto the bridge, a loud noise of a clock surprised you. It struck once and counted until it stopped at the twelfth. It was so loud it's voice echoed. You can even feel it under the sole of your boots.
Stunned for a moment, your mind suddenly set on alert mode when the water from both ponds on each side of the bridge rippled. A dinosaur-like head appeared from both ponds. It has a single protruding horn. It opened its mouth and let out a loud growl. A blast of wind came out of it like a thunderstorm. It has sharp teeth like sharks that you assumed could quickly rip your body apart if it sank on yours.
"Holy shit. This is— this is a joke, right? It's not real?" Body trembled in fear; you ran your life out to the Fortress of Solitude. The monsters crawled up out of the water. Its slithered movement mimicked a snake, but it didn't have any problem crawling up without things to latch on.
You screamed as both of the monsters chased you. Run as fast as your legs allow you. This haunted house event might be too much for you. When you can see an oval object that looks like it can be a big mirror or a huge door, your gloved palms immediately bang on it. "Open the door!" You screamed. When the door finally opened, the two snake-like monsters that chased you suddenly disappeared.
"Oh— oh my god. Oh my god…," you chanted as you let yourself drop down on the floor.
"I see you finally make it."
Your face turned to the left. In front of you, stood up tall and proud, Clark Kent with his superman costume. He's just so big. If you compared your tiny body to him, you definitely, nothing.
You replied to Superman's bright smile with a scowl. Slowly you got up from the floor and cleaned your skirt. "Isn't that just too much? What if I fell to the pond? I can't swim, you know?"
He seems surprised, "apologized my lady. It was something the organizer will handle. I don't think they mean any harm."
"Yeah...yeah… right." you walked closer to the hero and already fished out your mobile phone. "So… what did I need to do now I meet you, Superman?"
"Hmm… most attendants ask for pictures. Some of them spent time just talking with me. Since you are the last one, you can take as many pictures as you like and of course. If you have any questions about my protection for the earth, I will gladly answer it." The tone in his voice was more soft than authoritative.
Think of not sabotaging your Halloween any longer; you tried to forgive the silliness of the whole new level of scary from this haunted house. It's hard not to show off your brattiness in this kind of situation. Still, you reminded yourself that he was someone you weren't familiar with—practically a stranger.
Gave him a sweet smile, you took several pictures with him. At one time, you tried to bat your eyelashes at him and asked for a picture where you sat on his lap. You spent a solid 15 minutes talking to the handsome alien. Your fingers touched his biceps here and there. You knew that he knew what you were implying, but he didn't refuse you either. At least not blatantly.
"I apologized, my dear, but I think it's already time." Superman gently put you back on your feet. You gave him an upset face, but you knew it's time to go home. You bid the handsome man goodbye and sneaked a kiss on his cheeks. There's a twinge of pink on his cheeks, and you jump triumphantly at that reaction. Of course, behind his back.
Following the word of 'exit' behind the piles of the crystal-like shape props, you opened the door. The scenery in front of you caught you off guard. The harshed white tundra scenery was replaced by now dark, almost jungly like one. Unconsciously you stepped back and turned your body to come back to the exit door. How shocked you were when it vanished. Disappear without a trace.
As far as your eyes could see, it's only darkness and mist. Only the full moon aided your visions. The exhalation of your breath came out like a plume of white steam. It's definitely colder here than the fake Krypton one. The cold air seeped into your skin quickly as if you were actually in the deep of a forest.
With a loud sigh, you walk straight. You tumbled and fell down on your knees as your boots got caught with something: either roots or a massive branch.
Tired and frightened, you screamed loudly. You weren't sure if this was the continuation of the haunted house or not, but what you want right now just to be back in your apartment and soaked in a warm, relaxing bath.
"Get me out of here!" you yelled again. There's a lot of sounds as if a lot of people stepping on branches. A screeching sound of an owl surprised you, but you tried to follow its direction with your ears.
There's no way you will wait here and do nothing. Oh...my phone! You fished out your smartphone, but it showed no signal. "Shit!." you muttered.
The sounds from a far away crept closed, and you knew it. "You can do it! There's nothing more frightening than that monster snake." tried to encourage yourself; you stood up and slowly navigated. You followed the noises that now closer, like an animalistic growl. It was so intense you can feel all the goosebumps rise up your skin.
You weren't sure how long you have been walking, but you stopped suddenly when there's not only a pair but like 7 pairs of reddish eyes glowed in the dark.
"Come here, little lamb. Don't follow that voice." a vaguely familiar voice distracted you from stepping forward.
"Who the fuck are you, and why you get in my way just now." your voice came out hoarse. There's a twinge of fear in it, and you knew it. You felt like backed down wasn't the best option you had right now.
"I said, come here, or else I can't even save you when they get you."
You stilled as if you didn't hear him talking to you. "Wasn't this still one of the tricks from the haunted house? To let the people scramble in fear?"
"Are you out of your mind? Come here right now, or I left you to death. They will either rip you apart or play your body like a ragdoll before one of them eats you."
You screamed in horror as one pair of red eyes slowly came out. It's huge. Almost four feet of canine shook its fur.
You were hyperventilating right now. Body rooted to the ground as you were surrendered. Welcoming your fate.
"Fuck!"
You heard a curse from behind your back. Maybe the stranger gave up and left you alone to be eaten by the wolves.
The scrunched sound of leaves crushed was loud. Suddenly you felt strong arms hauled you upside down.
Your eyes faced the skin of someone's back. You craned your neck a little bit to get a better view of the wolf. Screamed escaped your lips when you saw not only one but all of them, in a pack, chased both of you.
"Stay still." The stranger yelled.
Did the best thing to not get thrown out by his weird, fast speed, you secured your thumbs in his belt loops. He ran, escaped the pack inside the deep of what looked like a pine forest.
You weren't sure how long you ran with him, but you felt that he's finally slowed down.
When the thud thud sound reached your ears, you opened your eyes and saw that the stranger walked up a stair.
You felt nauseated when he suddenly put you to sit on something that was apparently a countertop. The rushes of blood that circulated through your body made you regain your sense of surroundings.
"Where am I?" you didn't mean to add an ungrateful tone in your sentence, but it was too late.
The stranger eyed you like you were some sort of ungrateful bitch, which maybe you are. "At my cabin," he said flatly.
You haven't had time to look at him in the forest, but now, under the actual lighting inside his house, what you saw might instantly make you drooled, which you already did right now. Stand up in front of you, a shirtless beefy tall man that's definitely more than six feet tall. He has short dark brown hair with a somewhat thick mustache that's complemented by a stubble. The front strands of his hair were loose and slightly curled. Looks likely due to all the running.
The sudden chill of air made you shiver, and he didn't miss your reaction. He left you for a minute and came back with a rug. The sudden heat from it, when he draped the fabric on your shoulder made you let out a gasp of satisfaction.
But the next thing you know, he ripped your stocking. You were shocked, eyeing him in horror. "What the fuck are you doing?!" You threw whatever things that's on your reach. The loud sound of glass hit the wall, and the strong grip on your wrist instantly made your stop.
"Be still!" His azure irises left no room for confrontation. When you felt a sting on your knees, that's when you realized that he just pressed some gauze on it. Likely soaked with alcohol first. There's quite a prominent stain of blood on your legs, and it almost made you nauseated.
"If you stop acting like a brat, you'll heal faster." He looked at you with that cocky smile of confidence. "Understood?"
You just nodded at him. He continued to clean the blood and inspect the wounds. The position where you were sitting right now made it easier to study him carefully.
Although you felt the temperature decreased significantly, the beefy stranger in front of you appeared very sweaty.
Immediately your gaze ran down to his neck and continued its way to his chest and his abs. The unmistakable bulge under his pants made you squirm unconsciously. You were in a haze of fear and lust; you definitely insane.
"Wha— what's your name, sir?"
His strong gazed felt as if his eyes alone can subdue you. Maybe he has these laser eyes like Cyclops, your inner thought buzzed with speculation.
"August. My name is August Walker. What's your name, little lamb?"
How dare this man call you a little lamb? You cleared your throat and told him your name and where you were from.
"New York? It's pretty far from here." He patched you up nicely. The water-resistant gauze looked really neat pressed on your knees and some on your shin. You were impressed.
When your eyes returned to August, you gave him a smile that you hoped looked like a smile of gratitude. Not the kind of smile you always presented to any potential partner in bed, sultry, and flirtatious.
"I— I haven't said anything but— thanks. Thank you for saving my life." Your left fingers instinctively pat his right arms. The feeling of his skin startled you. It's warm; in fact, it felt like he had a very high fever.
"Are— are you alright? Your temperature feels off."
"Don't mind me. Just take care of yourself."
You knew there's something off with him, but you weren't sure if you had a clear mind to think right now. Not with the wolf pack outside and his words on New York being far away from here. Where the fuck am I?
"I… I have a—,"
"I suggest you stay here if you don't want to meet them."
"But I…,"
"You can use the bedroom there," his hand pointed to the door on the far end. "Feel free to use anything you want. Just don't come to the basement. I will meet you after a couple of days, and we figured things out."
His authoritative voice and dominant persona immediately made you want to counter his suggestion. The funny thing was, looked like he sensed it.
He approached you, face just inches away from you. Your eyes immediately glanced away from the delicious plane of his sweaty chest. His fingers drew your chin up, so both of your eyes were at the same level. "Do what I said, understand?. Thrust me; you don't want to know the consequences if you violate my suggestion."
Suggestion, my ass! Your inner mind ready to throw insults at him, but you quickly held it back. In the end, you nodded at him obediently.
—
That night you were restless. But in a weird sense, you felt comfortable staying in that cabin. The first night after August left you to your own devices, you had been pretty careful. Not touched a lot of things except food and items that help you with your long bath.
His cabin was quite spacious. The interior was a mix of something slicked and modern with an equal touch of classic. Tried to look homey. Not to mention his bathroom, it's super luxurious and made you feel at home instantly. Reminded you of your ex (sugar daddy's) bathroom.
Since you couldn't find another bedroom in that cabin and you don't feel like sleeping on the couch, you slept in his bed instead. After all, he said you can use the bedroom there. Still wearing your red riding hood costume, you slipped under the soft comforter.
After that, you woke up feeling a bit groggy. Aimlessly wandered around the kitchen, you weren't sure what to do first. Tried collecting your bearing, you tried to make a coffee. Or any equivalent things of it. Everything felt different; you just knew it. When the only thing you could find was several jars that you assumed were granules of tea, you brew it. You sat on the sofa that faced up a lake. The wall was made of glass, making everything well seen.
You walked closer and gazed at the vast pine forest in front of you. The trees were tall and big, so majestic. Somewhat it's different from the pine trees you usually see. The lake in front of you looked like it had two different colors, fusion together with weird looking fishes and plants that should grow on the land instead of water. Where the fuck am I?
The next day, you woke up feeling a little bit refreshed. You changed your slutty costume into one of the clothes you found in his closet. It was so soft and comfy. You knew when things were from high-quality material.
You continued your days by drinking your tea, ate whatever breakfast you can munch, and read a book that has these unusual fonts. You were sure it wasn't in the alphabet, but one day you absentmindedly swipe your fingers on some of the pages, and the font changed. Hell, it even translated into English in an instant. You were definitely impressed.
One thing you are sure of was, this place was strange. Wherever you were right now, it didn't look like it's on earth. Or the earth that you knew. Why were you so calm? Because you already freak out. After you freak out, you also wondered, did the haunted house event organizer realized that they were the culprit behind what the fuck happened to you right now? Did your housemate recognize that you weren't home for days? Or maybe she thought you fuck the Superman or perhaps found another sugar daddy? It was so absurd yet so real.
The last two nights, you were struck in awe as your eyes were spoiled by two moons. Two fuckin moons. It was always quiet at night, but you heard all the howls that you suspected likely from the pack of those giant wolves.
It was pretty late, almost midnight. You finally found your small bag hindered under the sofa that evening. Now…, now you had some time to check it. The first thing you checked was if there's a signal. Definitely no signal at all.
You curled up on August bed while swiping the pictures on your phone. When you scrolled your pictures with Superman, you realized why August seems familiar. It was none other than August having quite the same face, the same build, even somewhat similar voices with Superman.
"Fuck...maybe I should ask August if he would like to be my Daddy while I'm here." Imagining him spoiled you with gifts and other physical attention made you chuckled at yourself.
Your fingers instinctively crawled under the gray long sleeve shirt you borrowed from his closet (again). Your brain projected an image as if it was August's hands that ran on your upper thigh. Find its way quickly to your wet core. Two fingers slipped under the black lace panty. The panty that you need to wash daily due to no other replacement available. Left you a couple hours with only his buttoned-up shirt without anything underneath.
The sound of a loud howl startled you. It was as if it circled you in close range. Moved as fast as you can, you snatched the oversize robe on you. Your eyes tried to creep behind the curtain in the bedroom.
You knew the owner of this cabin stated that you can't go to the basement. You wouldn't be so lucky if that giant wolf found you first and broke in. Although you haven't been really out of the cabin, you tried to inspect a little bit and found it odd that this cabin was apparently a treehouse-style cabin. How come there's a basement in the house.
You exit the bedroom and go to the kitchen when you last saw August a couple nights ago. Next to the slick wooden cabinet was a particular thing that looked like a door. The surface of your palms works like a stethoscope, felt as if something with pressure from your hands. You tried not to get disturbed by the nonstop howl outside. When you hear something as if the door was shifted, you immediately step back.
"Oh my, finally…," you slipped inside the small door when it opened automatically. It was a small narrow corridor-like, and it was dark. Walk inside carefully, you follow the path that leads you to another door. The metal door let out a weird creaked as you pushed it open.
"Didn't I tell you not to come down here?"
Shocked was evident in your face when you heard his rather gruff tone. You step over, closer to where he sat, that looks more likely an even bigger size of the bed than the one he had upstairs.
"Don't —,"
He warned you, but you being you, could never obey orders. Although challenging, your eyes finally adapt to the only natural light from the glass wall. That said, you were totally confused as you can see the lake parallel to your eyes.
"What the… wait, how there's even a basement down here? Last time I checked, the cabin is a treehouse?"
"It's camouflage. No one can't see it or enter from outside."
"Holy… why there's a three moon?" you switched your gaze from the moon to August. Curiosity got the better of you when you saw his irises were now pale blue. You can still see the outer form that is August, but something was off.
A gasp escaped your lips as August rose up from the bed. The powerful moon shone his feature. He was taller, bulkier, and dangerous as he stalked towards you slowly. Your heart thumped erratically as you were cornered. Back supported by the glass wall as now you can see August in his other form.
"Holy shit. Wha—what are you?"
"Told you not to go here, and you just can't listen, little lamb." his smirk turned maniacal as he looked at the fear on your face. His white fangs, longer than usual. His fingers also look unusual, claw-like.
"Are you— are you a werewolf?"
"Well...you can say that. I'm half human half wolf if you are curious."
"So why— why did you save me?"
The tip of his nose inched closer to yours. You held your breath when his warm skin touched you. It moved to your left cheek and stopped near your ear. "I'm curious," he whispered.
"I haven't really met a pure human in the same age range. So I have followed you since I saw you step out of that door. I follow you until you meet the other wolf pack, and I decide to help you instead of fulfilling my need."
"What need?" you asked him, dumbfounded.
"This," he pulled away from you, his claw-like finger pointed out below his hip. Focusing on the long and hard appendage that was unmistakably, his cock.
"Oh—I- I'm sorry?" you gave him your best apologetic face. Eyes seemed eager to stare longer, but you gazed away quickly. Wait, why did you apologize to him? You cleared your throat, "I— I actually not sure what I should do to help?" tilted your head to the right, you looked him in the eyes, almost challenged him.
Despite almost getting eaten by wolves, August's menacing presence didn't really scare you. Maybe the fact that he was still human and less scary made it easy for you. Not to mention he's hot too, with all his glory.
His somewhat evil chuckled sent shivers down your spine. "If you really wanted to help, I think you know what to do, don't you?"
"W-wait—is—does this mean we 'mate'?" you gave him a somewhat weird expression. "And—and you bite me, give me marks that I'm yours? And knot me, and I will have a litter of puppies, and I become your omega—,"
His pale blue eyes stared at you as if you grew two heads. It softened immediately as he smiled. Broad one showed you a set of white teeth with extra long fangs.
"Oh, my little lamb...what have you read?"
"Err— Omega verse? Fanfic?"
He blinked. Gave you a quizzical expression.
"It's— it's erotica. Where mostly the character you know—," you darted your eyes away from August. "—mate, err have sex. Mostly was written very explicitly."
"Go on." He said.
"They are wolves, scenting, imprinting. An alpha mates with omega, and it's been told in a variety of plots possible. Sometimes two alphas fight too." You were breathless. You didn't realize you explained it to him in a quick, incoherent way.
You staggered backward as he came closer, forgetting that you already cornered. His long fingers reached out to the white robe you put on you. Although his fingers had claws that looked alarming to you, his hand still skillfully unfastened the robe.
"That's a bit of an exaggeration, I think. Pack and hierarchies usually form just for a mating season; they hunt together for food and shelter in the winter. We might be scenting people, I guess. After all, we have a very sensitive sense of smell. But no, we don't bite our mate." He took off the robe from your body, left you only with his grey buttoned-up shirt.
"Well...I love that you are wearing my shirt as if you are mine already."
You purse your lips at him. "Why aren't you in a pack? Isn't it a mating season?"
"I mostly can control myself during the full moon. That's the advantage of being half-human. I don't need to transform myself into a wolf and be in a pack. But I am an alpha if that's what you are curious about."
"Can-can you turn back to your human form? Not like—you know, you aren't in your human form, bu—," your words were cut off by his thumb on your lips.
"You talk too much, aren't you, little lamb…," August leaned down and touched his lips to yours. Your first reaction was to freeze since you were afraid of his fangs. But his surprisingly soft lips coaxed you relentlessly, making you surrender as you closed your eyes. Opening your mouth, his tongue sneaked past your lips easily. His fangs poke at your lower lips, but it didn't hurt.
The non so innocent kiss became more desperate. Your once shied tongue now dances together with August. Your once clasped palms that were situated on top of your chest now scraped at his shoulder.
Your eyes fluttered open as August nipped down from your jaw to your neck. Forgotten, you even close your eyes in the first place. His claw-like fingers unbuttoned his shirt on yours without difficulty, left you only in your black lace panty.
The feeling of temperature as if dropped significantly made you glued your body to August. Smooth skin of your chest pressed to his hot hairy one, seeking warmth. One hand secured behind your back while the other palm on your ass. Massage the globe there.
"Ohh…" you gasped as you felt his finger on your clothed core.
"Hmm… wet already, I see." he let the pad of his finger move up to your clit, while the movement of the claw added sensation to your already. Seeing your reaction, he repeated it a couple times. Made you a mess with only one of his fingers.
Arched your body a little bit, you were thrilled to see his expression. Traveled your hands down from his hairy chest; your eyes still focused on his face, while your palms found their way to his hard cock.
"Oh, so big…," slowly at first, you ran your hands at the tip of his cock. Even without looking at it, you knew it's definitely bigger than any cock you've ever seen.
Eyes widened as your hand slid down to the base. The other weighed his balls. "Holy…," your eyes looked down, stared in awe at his cock.
"Careful little lamb, you drooled on it."
"Who's not?" You eyed him in disbelief.
August let out a weird laugh, "I expect you to worship it, then." He looked at you with a bemused expression as you quickly worked on his length. Stroked it up and down repeatedly.
You go down on your knees, eyes crossed as you focused on his slit that oozed pre-cum. Unconsciously, you stuck out your tongue and brushed it on his slit. Wrapped your right hand at the base of his cock, your gaze rose up to meet his. Left handheld on his upper thigh for support as your lips covered the heat of his cock. You bobbed your head calculatedly as you accommodate him halfway.
"Such a good little lamb for your wolf, aren't you." August's right hand was at the back of your head as he nudged you none too gently. Made you choke at his cock, and pulled it out from your mouth. You gazed at the mix of your saliva and his precum in awe. But it didn't last long as August pulled you to your feet and picked you up.
He climbed up on the bed with you and laid on his back. He situated your hips and pulled it closer, so your opening was hovering on top of his face. On all four, for him. August was rewarded with a yelped and a moan as his tongue licked your clothed core.
The sound of fabric being ripped made you turn your head to the right. "That's my only pa— ohhh," your protest died right away as his tongue lapped your opening. The feel of his claws as he spread your ass cheeks added wonder to your pussy.
Trying to keep yourself busy, you swallowed the head of his cock for a starter. His cock was too big for you; your mouth can only allow half of it. Diligently, you tried to move your tongue while you suck on his cock, hands slid up and down. Feeling all the veins that encircled his length made you shuddered.
August bucked his hips as you put one of your hands to massaging his balls. The action made you gagged as his cock entered further than before. But it didn't take a long time for you to stop due to his sudden attack on your pussy.
His tongue was not lapped at you anymore; it rammed inside your wet core like a starved man. You squealed as the end of his fangs scrapped at your now wet pussy. The pressure on your clit as the pad of his fingers made a circular motion left you breathless. It drove you to your high faster than you ever experienced. A surprised scream left off your lips as his tongue scraped your most sensitive part. Your body quivered as your inner walls spasm, hands held on his cock as you ride your high.
"Ohh— my god, ohh—my god—," you can still feel the kitten licked as August feasted on it.
"Ahh—that' s—that's good." You let your head rested on his left thigh.
"Now, for the main course." August's gruff tone pulled you back from your hazy state. His hard cock was evident on your right hand.
You felt your body shifted position, and now you were on your back. August spread your legs wide and shifted his position. The feeling of his heavy cock on top of your pussy made you nervous but also excited. Unconsciously you nibbled your forefingers while eyes traveled down to his long and hard cock. It made an up and down motion on your opening. You can feel your wet pussy clenched in frustration, ready to be filled.
"August please…," still nibbled at your fingers, you gaze at the wolf on top of you, one elbow supporting your upper body. He's so big, literally and figuratively. If you can't come back to your world, so be it. You didn't mind staying and being his plaything as long as he wanted you.
"Please, what my little lamb?" You pouted at that. You definitely weren't a little lamb. If anything, you should be the succubus.
"Please put that in me—," you writhed underneath him.
"Please put what?" His big body tower over you. His pupils dilated and only left a small ring of pale blue irises. His clawed fingers move up and down your thigh.
"Ple—please, ohhhh, put that cock inside me! Fuck me, my wolf— nhhh—," your plead was answered when August suddenly pushed the head of his cock on your opening.
The back of your head fell to rest on the thick pillow as the intrusion of August's cock sent a surprising jolt on your body. You knew he's big. But when his cock finally spread your lips open and entered you, the overwhelming sensation was something you still didn't expect.
"Ohh— so big—," your pussy clenched immediately when August tried to push deeper but also slowly. The noticeable ridge of his vein scraped at your inner wall deliciously. With closed eyes, you gripped the edge of the pillow as you mumbled about how full you feel right now.
"Work your clit for me. Yes...make that tight pussy cream on my cock."
"Oh—like this?" Your fore and middle fingers slowly pulled the hood and made a circular motion as August asked.
"Yes… Just like that…."
It didn't take you long enough to feel the fast buildup on your lower belly. Something that never happened before. "Ohh—yes—I'm going to cum, my—ahhh," you work your clit faster as August cock made a shallow fuck inside you.
"Yes, cum on my cock, my little lamb. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for your wolf." His wolf tone deliciously affected your body. His growl sent an extra twitch on your clit. And you lose it when he thrust all the way inside your wet pussy.
You scream in ecstasy as your pussy quivered uncontrollably on his hard cock. You feel so full. The feeling of his cock all the way inside you made your brain feel as if it was submerged. Forgotten that you ever closed your eyes, you were rewarded by a sly smirk on August werewolf's face. His eyes were now all dark. His hair loosened, made the curls of it fall to his forehead.
"I see you enjoying yourself, my little lamb." His claws caressed your thigh gently.
"Nnn—of course, I ahhh—I am." A little movement from August made you aware that his cock still inside you. Hard as a rock.
August lifted up both your knees and secured it with his hands. You lifted your upper body with your elbows as he retrieved his cock from your wet core. You gasped when you witnessed August pulled it out, inches by inches. Left only the head inside you.
You moaned when he pushed again. Stretched you like no one else ever had. He did it slowly, knew that you still adapt to his girth. But the feeling when the tip of his cock scraped your most sensitive part every time he thrust inside you, you were tripped to your high even faster than before.
The moan of pleasure became incoherent as August sped up his pace. Repeated syllables of ahhh and ohhh accompanied your plead for him to fuck you like you were a female wolf. Released his pent up frustration to mate.
Both of you fuck like an animal who just needs to reproduce. Lust clouded the atmosphere in the room. Moaned and growled were sung like a prayer under the moonlight that shone its way to the basement.
His balls slapped against your ass every time he plugged in inside you. Sweats trickled down your body, and it looked even animalistic in August. His werewolf form was so majestic that you just wholly let him own you.
His feracious fucking looked like almost to its limit. The buzzed on your lower belly was ready to explode, but you held it.
"Fuck!" He growled.
"Uhh—uhh—uhh—cum in me. Yes—cum in me, my wolf— filled me up with your thick hot cum!" You pleaded like a bitch in heat.
August slammed his cock deep inside you as he screamed and let out a long howl. The feel of his warm cum inside you triggered your orgasm. You wail as your inner walls contracted and squeezed his cock. Spurt and spurt of his cum filled your womb to the brim. Something that you never allowed any of your partners to do in the past.
You didn't realize that you lock both your ankles behind August ass. But also you sensed something changed. August was draped on top of your body, head sneaked at the crook of your neck. Still, in a haze caused by the release of oxytocin in your bloodstream, you missed the way August kissed turned into something more. He bit you.
The still clouded brain of yours pop-up an image of you becoming August omega. His only mate. Bear a litter of pups for him and live happily ever after in his house, in his world. Your pussy unconsciously clenched at his cock that was still inside you. You never really said this to anyone, but you imagine you live in another world since the first time you ever read a story about omega verse.
You mewled when the biting stopped. Maybe August bit you just for fun. When he craned his head up to look at you, something was different. His eyes turned back to his azure color. His fangs now short, back to its regular human teeth, and his body wasn't as hairy as he's before. He's practically not in his werewolf form anymore.
"You changed? Why?"
He looked at you with his quizzical expression. "You wanted me to return to my werewolf form?"
You glanced away from him and kind of embarrassed to declare that his werewolf form was way hotter than his human form. Not that his human form wasn't hot either. Damn, you definitely bang him every time you can, but his werewolf form just made you curl your toes in an instant.
You cleared your throat and looked him in the eyes, "I like it very much."
"Well...the full moon is still in the sky for quite some time. Are you ready for the next round, my little lamb?"
"Yes, my wolf." You purred seductively at him and witnessed in delight his transformation before your eyes.
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Don’t Be Late- Ch 2
Summary- Bakugo and Uraraka go on a walk, but not before Ochaco gets flustered.
Notes- Baku is so clueless while this cinnamon roll over here is an becoming an idiot in love aaaahhh also mild inappropriate-ness(?) but not real smut
Writer’s note- I wrote this while listening to Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys, Daddy Issues by the Neighborhood, and I Can’t Handle Change by R.O.A.R. Feel free to join in!
Read on a03!
Ochaco, upon examining herself, found herself wearing a large blue gingham skirt with two layers of fluffy material, ruffles along the edges, a tightly drawn patterned corset, a blue bonnet tied to her head with a silk ribbon, and heavy white stockings leading to a pair of blue high-heeled, lace-up boots. She was holding a large white cane which had a small bell affixed to it, and it rang whenever she wasn't idle.
She was standing in a shockingly green field, and the sun's rays bounced off of her cheeks as she spotted something in the distance.
It was a herd of sheep, except they all had a pair of familiar slanted red eyes and wore rowdy blonde fur instead of their trademark white coats. The cluster reminded her of something- no, someone, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. They all growled at her when they saw her approaching, but gradually let down their guard, and soon, she was able to mingle about them with ease. Before she knew it, Uraraka was tending to a flock of slowly-growing-content Baku-sheep, and actually enjoying herself in the task.
Unfortunately, a soft beeping noise began to disrupt the comfortable routine she'd settled into. She looked around the field for the source of the noise ruining her satisfaction, but it only grew louder and louder, before-
Ochaco's eyes burst open. She was no longer in a field, but laying horizontally across her bed. The sight of a still-beeping alarm clock, the source of the annoying noise that haunted her dreams, greeted her dreary eyes. Her right hand, almost as if it was on cue, slammed the button off. Adjusting to the jarring morning daylight that was peeking through the shutters, Ochaco rubbed her eyelids and leaned forward to check the time.
No way.
10:30??
Oh, no. Oh no, no, no...
Starting to panic, she slipped off the edge, landing uncomfortably in the small gap between her bed and her drawer. Ochaco violently grabbed the alarm clock to examine its contents, hoping what she read was merely an extension of the absurdity clouding her dreams. She grasped the clock, drawing it closer to her eyes in order to confirm what she really hoped, for her own sake, wasn't true.
The universe had no such luck for her in store. The clock still read half-past-ten, and Ochaco was now filled with dread. Realizing her brain had tuned out the clock's irritating beeping noises in her jumbled hurry, she pressed one finger to the button and subsequently jumped out of her bed, imagining obscenities she wouldn't be caught dead saying out loud.
She hurried over to her bathroom and brushed her teeth hurriedly while simultaneously splashing water on her face. Then, Ochaco pulled on an outfit not too dissimilar from the one her new sparring partner had worn yesterday; with cerulean athletic shorts that were slightly too tight and a cropped black tank top made out of a light, breathable fabric, you could almost say they were coordinated. In the rush to conserve time, Ochaco didn't realize this in the moment, but she would regret the choice her subconscious had made on her behalf soon enough.
Grabbing a small black duffel bag that she thankfully had the foresight to pack the previous night, the frantic girl stuffed her feet into a pair of old, worn-out sneakers and threw on a cozy gray sweatshirt. She rushed out of her room, slamming the door with a loud shut behind her. Running as fast as she could down the halls of the girls' dorm, she glanced at her watch.
It was already 10:42?
After what seemed like an eternity, she threw herself down the stairs, stopped halfway to catch her breath, and finally entered the common room.
She didn't particularly want to examine her surroundings, but her eyes seemed to make the trip upwards on their own.
They landed upon a boy with unkempt fluffy blonde hair, about 6'2, leaning with one arm resting on a quartz pillar. He, too, was wearing a tank top, and it was accenting his tantalizing body nicely. Her eyes darted to his abs, which were not concealed at all but instead closely hugging the extremely thin, yet tight, fabric of his top. She could see his rock-hard, roughly carved muscle, the product of lots of intense work. His well-defined arm muscles were plainly visible; his biceps were all but perfectly sculpted, but what really caught her eye were the sharp, angular veins that bulged prominently down his arms. She followed their trail all the way down to his hands, where his veins were most noticeable; they accented his hands nicely, complimenting his long, slender fingers, all of which were about 4.5 inches (she guessed). They were scarred all over, no doubt due to previous fights. His right hand's ring finger and forefinger both sported bare silver bands, while his left's middle finger wore a plain gold one.
It was just a few seconds, but she realized her eyes were greedily drinking in his appearance only when a rough, loud voice snapped her out of her hypnotic trance.
"Oi, what the fuck are you just standing there for?"
Bakugo was staring back at her with a look of disgust, which she assumed was in response to the fact that she had stood at the bottom of the stairs, just looking at him, for a good number of seconds. Heat rushed to her face, and her body turned slightly inwards as she stared at her shoes, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.
"Anyways," he continued angrily, not appearing to grasp the implications of what had just happened. "You're late. What the fuck did I tell you yesterday? And don't think you can get away with this easily, Angel Face. I woke up on time just to meet you here, and you pull this shit?"
Ochaco's face remained heavily flushed. She still couldn't bring herself to speak to him, mainly because her brain was in overload trying to decipher the events of thirty seconds ago.
"Yes," she wanted to yell back at him, "why was I just standing there? I'm not that kind of person! I'm not like... like Mineta or anything!" she thought, going from bashful to downright indignant. "
Wait, he didn't notice that, so who am I arguing with? I know that I'm not! And it's not like there's anything really special about you, Bakugo, anyway," she thought resentfully.
"I only asked you because you were the one who suggested it in the first place! Bakugo's rude, cocky, disrespectful, inconsiderate, not to mention always angry for no good reason, always! He was kind of like...an angry little Pomeranian."
The tiniest of smiles harbored Ochaco's lips as she raised her face to meet Bakugo's irritated gaze. The thought of him as a tiny puppy who was rapidly barking at everyone had momentarily distracted her from her sentiments. This wasn't lost on him, however.
"Fuck are you smiling at, cheeks?"
"Oh, nothing." She realized that Bakugo wasn't actually angry with her; he was just mildly annoyed. He was just expressing any emotion that verged on the edge of anger with a lot of yelling. Their height difference was even more apparent as Bakugo happened to lay eyes upon a pair of large, doe-like eyes that were now looking up at him. His expression softened momentarily, his eyebrows raising upwards and his mouth dropping slightly open. He drew his face back into its usual trappings of anger, but for some strange reason, he seemed like his temper was evening out.
When he spoke to her, his voice was softer than it was only a few minutes previously. It had taken on an oddly calmer quality, which it suited the brash tones of his voice nicely; he still sounded angry, but just in a different font.
"It doesn't matter anyways," he said in a mollified kind of way, avoiding looking at her as he turned his head to glance in the opposite direction. He looked down at his steel-colored watch. "Damn it, 10:50 already? Let's go, Uraraka."
She nodded silently, not knowing why she didn't feel nearly as angry anymore.
They walked alongside each other on the stone path to the training rooms. For the first few minutes, they were silent. Bakugo firmly kept his hands in his pockets, his fingers jutting out at the sides from the awkward angle he'd inserted them in. He stared straight ahead, a weird mixture of concentration and grit on his face. Ochaco, on the other hand, had noticed his habit of sticking his fingers in his pockets. Then, she blushed, remembering how shamelessly she had admired the very same fingers earlier, and gotten both angry with and ashamed of her own mind. Soon, she was too subdued by her own confused head to even bother with initiating a conversation.
Bakugo, without taking his eyes off of the ground, asked Ochaco: "You figured out I wrote to you, didn't you?"
Ochaco, for the second time that day, snapped out of her self-imposed crisis. "W-what?"she replied, bemused.
"Don't fuck around, cheeks," he said, irritation creeping into his tone. "You figured out that I was the one who assigned to write to you in class?"
"Well," she responded, a smile beginning to appear on her face, her eyes crinkled and one hand touching her neck. "You're the only person I know who calls me Angel Face..."
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yes!! dresses and skirts are just ❤ there are tons of other styles that I would like to try, but I'd have to get out of the house to do that or my mom would yell at me for not being a good Christian daughter lmao like I want to try fishnets and corsets and cropped shirts (well, more cropped than they are now). and one day. I WILL have platform shoes. I will.
watching hoshi go ballistic in gose is always a treat lmao he kinda reminds me of myself maybe? idk like sometimes I'm really random and stuff but usually I'm just quiet and reserved.
do u have an unpopular kpop or svt opinion?
- carat anon
unpopular opinions hmmm let me think
whoever the creative director and graphic designer(s) are need to be fired immediately i am so tired of the standing in white room with terrible font teasers they keep putting out like YES the dudes are hot but you can't rely on them being attractive give me something else to work with here you have so much room to play with concepts and you don't
the stylists also need to be fired im STILL in shock over the l&r comeback press meeting outfits they were SOOO bad like who signed off on that (i specifically hate the boring oversized suit jackets and blazers they keep giving jun they're so ugly) like their outfits are either boring as hell (the suits) or straight up ugly and unflattering which once again you have 13 hot guys who are fairly tall at your disposal there is SO MUCH you can do and experiment with that will look amazing on them but they're too cowardly to even THINK about stepping outside the box and messing with different cuts and sfabrics.... you guys should let me take over im better at your job than you are
oh and speaking of people who need to get fired, @ the hair + makeup team stop with the clown white foundation (theres literally so many foundations out there now i know its not hard to do your job and correctly color match) and same two boring hairstyles (im personally going after whoever kept slicking jeonghans hair behind his ears with one (1) pump of mousse it was boring and looked terrible while dancing) you're embarrassing me it looks bad scoob
ive noticed this trend where everytime theres a comeback everyone comes out of the woodword to claim they absolutely HATED the last comeback it was the worst song ever created they should have been ashamed to release it there was no redeeming qualities etc etc and itd be one thing if you just dont like a song i get it not all of them are winners but this happens EVERY time in such large amounts im convinced half of y'all don't actually like svt at all... plus they act like someone was personally holding them at gunpoint to pretend they liked a song and now they can finally break their silence when no one gives a shit 😭
#💎 anon#answered#the way most of these are about styling.... how to tell i have a Big Interest in fashion and style without me saying that
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Songfic Day 14: If
Day 14: A song you’d love played at your wedding: If - Bread
Jughead and Betty throughout their wedding day
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If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
6:32 am - Betty
“Good Morning Besties! Time to rise and shine, we have to get the blushing bride to the chapel on time and we’re already behind schedule,” Veronica sang, pulling back the curtains of the grande suite she’d rented for her best friend Betty’s wedding.
“Christ Lodge, the sun is barely up, can you not?” Toni grumbled from one of the large king size beds that she and Cheryl had passed out the night before. Jellybean lay sprawled out on the sofa, snoring despite all the noise around her.
“No can do, Topaz. As maid of honor it is my duty to keep you bridesmaids on schedule while also making sure B has everything she needs and stays sane today. Last thing we need is Alice complaining that things are running behind,” she said, placing two lattes beside Toni.
“V, it’s entirely too early to mention my mother. I need my coffee first before we can even go there. What time is it anyway?” Betty yawned, stretching as she spoke.
7:35 am - Jughead
“Archie!” Jughead yelled across the apartment he shared with his best friend, Archie. After today, he would be moving in with his fiance -well wife- and he really couldn't wait.
He and Betty have been together for 6 years now and he couldn't be happier with his life. They were both officially done with school and had just opened their own Private Investigation Firm. That way they could work together while also allowing Jughead to have time to work on his novel.
Life had been good to them and now they finally get to be man and wife. Jughead was trying not to be sappy about it all, but this was his ultimate dream come true.
"What is it Jug? What time is it?" Archie asked, hair askew and wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"It's almost 8, coffee’s in the pot. Have you seen my cufflinks? You know the ones Dad had made, the little silver crowns? I can't find them anywhere," Jughead was a bit worried when they weren’t on his dresser that morning. FP’d had them made for the wedding with an identical pendant made for Betty to wear as well. And his Dad didn't give him a lot of gifts growing up so these were very important to him.
"Yeah man, there in the box with mine and the groomsmen's in my bag ready to go to the church," Archie said in a calming voice, "Don't freak out man, as your best man it's my job to keep you calm and threaten to murder you or break your legs if you try to run."
"I think death threats and acts of violence are a bit extreme, don't you Arch?" Jughead laughed.
Archie rolled his eyes, grabbing a cup to pour them some coffee, "Tell that to Veronica."
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
9:23 am - Betty
"V, I’m so glad you talked me into doing a massage and facial before our mani-pedis. This is literally heaven," Betty sighed, taking a sip of her mimosa while the manicurist massaged lotion onto her calves.
"Only the best for my B. I wanted to make you feel as special your wedding day as everyday of my life has felt since you came into it," Veronica smiled, eyes glistening. Betty teared up at her best friends heartfelt words.
"Oh, V. I love you so much," Betty pulled her into a crushing hug, being sure not to shift her lower half. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and whispered, "Thanks for always being there for me, no matter what. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you."
Veronica pulled back, laughing through a sob, "Ok, enough of that. I may have gotten the best waterproof makeup money can buy, but we aren't trying to test that claim today."
"Betty?" They both froze when they heard the voice calling from the hall. Betty let out an exasperated sigh.
"In here, Mom."
9:47 am - Jughead
"Coming!" Jughead yelled, walking towards the front door. When he opened it, he was met with the smiling faces of his father and his other three best friends.
"Congratulations, boy," FP stepped in, hugging his son tight, "I can't believe you're actually getting married."
"Thanks Dad, what you you doing here so early? I didn't expect you for another hour at least," Jughead said, hugging and high-fiving his groomsmen -Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Kevin- as they entered the apartment.
"You know Alice, she was itching to leave Riverdale at 6 this morning. I held her off as long as possible but that’s like fighting a grizzly bear and well, Archie wasn’t around for back up. Is JB here?" FP asked, looking around Jug's apartment for his daughter.
"She decided to stay over at the hotel with the girls so they could all be together to get ready or whatever they plan on doing," Jughead said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Looks Sweets will be disappointed. He was hoping to see her before we all had to get ready," FP nodded his head towards Sweet Pea who'd spent the entire time with his nose shoved in his phone, dopey grin plastered on his face.
It honestly used to bother him Sweet Pea and Jellybean had started dating when she turned 18 but he got over that fairly quickly. Just seeing how good they were for each other eased Jughead's mind. Besides that, Sweets looked at Jelly the same way he looked at Betty, so he knew what they had was real.
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
11:56 am - Betty
"Stand up straight, Elizabeth. We still have to finish getting you in this corset or we will never get your dress on properly," Alice huffed, pulling on the fabric. Veronica had gone downstairs to handle a situation with the caterers and all the girls had stepped out to get drinks and snacks for the rest of the wedding party, leaving Betty alone with her mother for the first time all morning. And frankly, she was about to her breaking point.
She loved her mother, she really did, and ever since she and FP had gotten better but as soon as the wedding planning started she had started to nitpick every little thing Betty did or choice she made.
With hips like yours, would a mermaid cut dress be appropriate? Elizabeth, just because Jughead wants a chocolate cake doesn't mean he should get it, it’s your special day. Is that really the font you chose for the invitations? You’re seriously going to have your bridesmaids and groomsmen mixed up on both sides?
It has gotten so bad that Jughead and FP had to step in to tell her that it was enough and that she needed to back off. Which she did, that is, until she arrived this morning and thought she’d try to pack months of criticism into one morning. Betty didn’t need to deal with this today, of all days, so she grabbed her phone and sent an SOS text.
SOS... Send reinforcements to slay the dragon and save the princess...
“Mom, I'm sure it will be fine,” Betty tried to stop the discussion but Alice was having none of it and cut her off.
“Elizabeth, I just don’t want those extra pounds you’ve added these last few weeks to show through because you didn’t properly shinch your corset. Now- “ Alice was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Hey Alice, Dad said he needs your help. Something about his tie or something?” Jellybean smiled sheepishly but winked at Betty once Alice turned her back. Betty smiled, mouthing her thanks to her future sister-in-law.
“I swear, I have no idea how that man survived all those years on his own without me,” Alice scoffed as she marched out of the women’s dressing area. Betty was grateful when Veronica walked back in the room, an apologetic look on her face and holding two lattes.
“I am so sorry, B. I swear I didn’t mean to leave you alone with her this morning,” Veronica apologized.
“It’s ok Ronnie. Jug took care of it,” Betty smiled, sipping her cinnamon dulce white chocolate mocha.
12:02 pm - Jughead
Betty: SOS... Send reinforcements to slay the dragon and save the princess...
“Dad, get your woman before I have Sweet Pea hogtie her and toss her in your truck,” Jughead groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in his frustration.
“Oh Lord, what’s she doing this time, boy?” FP asked. Jughead didn’t answer, just handed him his phone to show FP the text from Betty. “Alright, I’ll take care of this. JELLY!” he yelled.
“Yeah Dad?” Jellybean said, walking in from the hallway where she and Sweet Pea were talking with the rest of the wedding party.
“We have a code viper in Betty’s room, can you handle it for us please?” Jelly nodded, running out the door.
“Code viper?” Jughead smirked.
FP simply shrugged and smiled at his son. “You’ve met that woman, right?”
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.
2:00 pm - Betty
“Betty, you look beautiful,” FP choked, grinning as he walked up to her at the front of the church. She beamed at FP, tears pricking her eyes.
“Thanks FP, you clean up well yourself,” she chuckled. She was thankful to have FP in her life as her surrogate father. After everything that happened with her father and his death, she never thought she’d have a chance to be walked down the aisle properly. But after living with FP and Jellybean her senior year, he really became the father she no longer had and she was so grateful.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
Betty shook her head and smiled, “Not even a little bit.”
The music began and FP offered her his arm, “Let’s make you a Jones.” Betty placed her tiny hand in the crook of his arm and grinned. This was the moment she’d been waiting for all her life.
2:00 pm - Jughead
The doors opened slowly and Jughead lost his ability to breathe. At the end of the aisle, standing beside his father, was the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Betty’s dress, form-fitting until just past her hips and flaring out at the bottom, made her look like a princess in a fairytale. Her veil had tiny diamonds that sparkled like the stars in the sky, catching the light with every step she took towards him.
When their eyes locked, Jughead could feel the tears dripping from his eyes despite the goofy grin that was plastered on his face. He could see that Betty was as much in the same boat as he was, her smile rivaling the sunshine and her hands gripping tighter to the bouquet of wildflowers in her hands.
As his future stepped up to stand beside him, he knew that his life was finally complete. He had loved her for so many years that he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t. His whole life had been leading to this moment and he was speechless. Betty placed her hand in his and squeezed, grinning at him.
“Hi Juggie.”
If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
3:33 pm - Betty
“I met Betty in my sophomore year of highschool when my family moved to Riverdale from the city. She was my tour guide at Riverdale High and the moment we met, I knew she would be my best friend. And even though we have had our ups and downs in the past, I have never regretted a moment that I have spent with her. My life would be incomplete without her,” Veronica paused to wipe a tear from her eyes, “Oh, and Jughead is ok too, I guess.” Everyone burst into a fit of laughter.
“In all seriousness, I have been around Jughead and Betty throughout their entire relationship and I can safely say I have never seen two people more in love. Well except for my Archikins and I,” everyone chuckled again at the nickname, “Jughead, Betty, I wish you all the happiness in the world and I know that, without a doubt, there is not two people more suited for each other then you two. I love you guys, salud!” Veronica held up her glass as everyone chapped and sipped their champagne.
3:35 pm - Jughead
“Thanks everyone, um, I have known Betty and Jughead for my entire. We have all been friends since we were still in diapers and our parents would bathe us together,” Betty and Jughead blushed as people giggled, “Um, yeah but we have been through a lot together. I was actually really shocked when I first found out that they were dating, just simply for the fact that I never saw it coming. No one did really. But I remember seeing them one day outside Southside High and, with the help of Ronnie, I realized that they were soulmates. And I also realized that I wanted what they have with each other. I got lucky and found my soulmate too,” he paused to smile at Veronica, “Jughead, you have always been more like my brother than anything and I am so happy for you. You deserve to be with someone who will treat you like you are their whole world, and you’ve got that person beside you. Betty, you have been my rock since we were two years old. You helped me pass the second grade, you saved my life more than once when we were younger and I will always be thankful to have you in my life. You will always be my best friend and I am so happy that you and Jughead have found the happiness you both deserve together. I love you guys, cheers!”
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
6:26 pm - Betty
Betty was thankful she had decided to change into a more comfortable dress as she moved with Veronica on the dance floor, dancing to cringy Britney Spears songs just like they’d done so many times before. Betty bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder to see her husband standing off to the side, laughing and having a cigarette with Fangs and Toni, tie long gone along with his coat.
He had rolled up his sleeves earlier in the evening, showing off all the ink that he’d accumulated over the years that Betty loved to look at. His suspenders were hanging down around his hips in their usual place, his hair falling into his eyes and Betty couldn’t help but think of how sexy he was. And better still, how he was all hers.
She told Veronica she was taking a break and walked over to the bar for some bottled water. As she sipped her drink, she glanced back over to where Jughead was and caught him staring at her while taking a drag from his smoke. She winked at him, biting her lip and slowly walking towards one of the coat closets near the front of the reception hall. Just before opening the door to step inside she ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of the water bottle and grinned, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind.
7:44 pm - Jughead
“Mmm, Betty?” Jughead pulled away panting, lips bee stung from ravaging his wife in the tiny coat closet. Her breasts heaved as she tried to find her voice, “Yeah?” she said, latching her lips to his neck, sucking a dark bruise for everyone to see.
“Do- um, do you think they’ve noticed we are missing yet?” Jughead asked, moaning loudly at the feeling of his wife's tongue on his bare skin. A loud banging at the door startled them both causing them to jump apart like two teenagers.
“Yes, we know you’re missing and yes, the entire banquet does know what you are doing in here,” Veronica shouted through the door. Jughead’s face turned bright red as Betty burst into laughter and threw her arms around his neck.
“Take me to our room, husband. I have plans for you,” Betty grinned.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, wife,” She squealed with laughter as Jughead threw her over his shoulder and pushed the door open to make a mad dash for the elevators.
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
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Nipples disgust you?!! What the fuck is wrong with you? Prudish hypocrite. And you call yourself woke feminists. Google femenisim you asshole. Or you're too old for google??
**Sighs** First off, I never once said that “nipples disgust me.” We all have them. That isn’t the point that anyone was trying to make. I just have no interest in seeing hers. At all. Ever. I’m not sure why that makes me a prudish hypocrite, but whatever. She was basically wearing a piece of gauze under a corset that squeezed everything so tight that one wrong move and she was going to pop out of that thing. I realize its just a Halloween costume but its emblematic of her basic attitude. She has no job or career of her own and has no professional reputation to worry about so she dresses like it. The fact that it reflects on D doesn’t mean anything to her, so she does what she wants. That’s what pisses me off. Let’s put it this way: say he had a regular everyday boring corporate job, for example, and went to a company function and brought the ball and chain with him. She decides to wear something like that boob T-shirt she wore to Elsie a few years back or that poor man’s Carrie Bradshaw get up from earlier this year. People would notice and talk about it and figure out who she is. It would eventually make its way up the ladder, and I guarantee you there would be an extremely awkward and humiliating conversation heading his way. Even if she doesn’t work there herself, she’s there with him and so it reflects on him and the company. Which is shit that gets people fired. If you don’t want the criticism, then stop following him - literally - everywhere. Stop sticking your face in front of every camera within a 50 mile radius. Stop leaking things from your “private” SM accounts that just make you look sad and pathetic. If you didn’t want to part of a public relationship at a time when his level of fame was nowhere near where it is now, then why do you constantly show up to things that don’t require your presence? Red carpets for movies he’s not in? Not needed. A Halloween party for the cast of a show he’s not in? Not needed. Photos with the cast of a show he went to see? Not needed. Endless girls’ weekends in Vegas and last minute Europe trips with his stylist? Why does she have time to do all of that? Because she has nothing outside of being trotted out as his wife. Explain that version of feminism to me, please. The only reason anyone knows who she is is because of him. Because his team has pushed and pushed and pushed her to the forefront and made it seem like she is the best reason to be his fan. Fuck that. Why is the 3rd sentence on his IMDB profile that he’s been married to her since February but he’s not mentioned at all in her bio - a bio that looks like a lot but really says nothing at all? Kinda like how you make the font bigger on a term paper so you can reach the page requirement when you have run out of things to say.
Secondly, you want to talk about being a “woke feminist”? Something I’ve never once referred to myself as, btw. People who walk around calling themselves woke are generally the least woke people you can find. What about her could be called feminist? She’s defined by her relationship with a man. She has no job. She does nothing but party. If she’s such a feminist, then why did she show up in the Philippines after D had shot that Nat Geo special about the environment? Those are women doing great things to help the planet and their country - a country he has deep personal ties to. It means something to him so it should mean something to her but it doesn’t. She can’t even be bothered learning the name of the language his mother grew up speaking. When did she get there? After the hard work was done and just in time to enjoy some free booze and food and get in a paid promo pic for the hotel they stayed in. Wow. Please be sure and tell me where the statue in her honor is being built so I can contribute. Her “bar” has the worst case of personality disorder I’ve ever seen. Its a fun Disney song themed/Broadway singalong when they need press and to remind people that if you come, you might see D at the piano. And then other nights its a strip joint where you might be treated to naked women on the bar itself. Which I’m sure is a strategy that other piano bars are rushing to copy. The drink names are disgustingly juvenile and degrading. The name itself is ridiculous. I don’t know how D says it with a straight face, I really don’t. Did you notice the dead silence in the room during his Good Day NY interview before Elsie Fest when he said the name? I mean dead silence. Like the power just shut off silence. Because people can’t believe that a charming intelligent talented man like him would decide to name his bar after something you make a doctor’s appt to get removed.
No worries about my computer skills, thank you. I googled feminism or more accurately, “femenisim” as you spelled it above. Little tip - if you want to insult someone, try clicking spell check before submit. Your comment will carry more weight if you don’t end up looking like the dumbass. I don’t see anything here about us wanting to walk around topless or in see through clothes. Billie Jean King wasn’t advocating for bra-less tennis. What she wanted was for women to be paid on par with men. Its what the US Women’s Hockey team went on strike for. Its what the US Women’s Soccer team made a huge focal point of their World Cup win. Its what equal pay for equal work means. It means making maternity leave and childcare affordable so women can take time off and go back to work without feeling like they have to choose between their job and their child. No one questions a new father when they go back to work; why shouldn’t the same thing apply to a mother?
The patriarchy in this country runs deep and I realize that is part of what the whole “burn your bra” movement in the 1970s was about. Do I enjoy wearing one? No. No one does. Is it the first thing I take off after my shoes when I get home? Hell yes. But would I ever go to work or out of the house without one? No. Its why I particularly enjoy the Coors commercial of the woman who comes home from work, takes a can of Coors beer out of her fridge, removes her bra from under her shirt as she walks to the couch with an ending tag line of “the official beer of being done wearing a bra.” Genius. Love it.
Not wearing a bra doesn’t immediately qualify you for the feminist hall of fame or make you some sort of edgy buck the system role model. You have to back it up with substance...which is sorely lacking in her case. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go finish clutching my pearls so I can pray for the immortal souls of all these young whipper snappers.
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Unleash Your Persona!
By: KL Tiago
Persona 5, the JRPG from Atlus, is one of the best games of this year as well as all time. In my opinion. But also it’s true.
The characters are thought out and interesting. The story is deep and engaging. The gameplay is fun and strategic. The soundtrack is out of this world. It's overall just an amazing piece of work.
One of the best things about this game, beyond the aforementioned points, is its visuals. Persona 5 bleeds aesthetic. The anime-style comes through in the character design, the musical choices, the fonts; everything. It's all very uniquely Persona and all very amazing.
What I want to dissect specifically, is the fashion. The costume design of this game is top-notch. Character outfits are fashionable, stylish, funky, and on-trend. I'm going to go one by one through the Phantom Thieves’ battle costumes to discuss what a fabulous job this game did with its aesthetics and their fashion choices.
First up, the main protagonist Akira Kurusu aka Joker. Black trench coat with an oversized turned up collar? Yas. Boots with the hint of a heel and slightly curled toe? Yas. Fit-ted vest to snatch that motherfucking waist to Hades? Yas, bitch. A secretive, white, pointy mask to hide all of the Joker’s got-damn secrets? Yas. Red accent gloves? You betta believe it! Akira is serving some midnight-warrior-Protagonist-realness and will lead you straight to fashion nirvana.
Ryuji Sakamoto, your first friend, goes by Skull. Henny is giving you knee pads for safety and fun. Pants tight like the bonds of friendship, complete with anime-trope-doubled-up, X-crossed belts. Yes they’re functional too, miss-miss. Where else would Skull hold his shotgun shells? Fashion and function, yes, ma’am. Did I mention the yellow gloves and thin red scarf to maximize the accessorize? I did now.
Who’s that blonde in the drastically-impractical zip-up, red leather body suit? Miss Panther: Ann Takamaki. It is what? Glued to her body. She is where? Covered head to toe except for a very-practical boob-window. Mmm-hmm. Do those thigh-high boots zip up? NO MA’AM: they are pulled high as Heaven brought up by the Lordt. And don’t think for one motherfucking minute Ann left her accessories at home. Her purr-fect primadonna mask faces some feline features and her hot pink gloves are giving Barbie, Kirby and Kimberly Ann Hart respiratory problems. She is painting the town red with her colour-palette, honey. Live.
Yusuke Kitagawa, the stone-cold Fox with a mask of a Kitsune. HUH-KNEE. Yu-su-ke-is-snatched-like-but-ter-he-is-run-ning-with-this-look-to-the-run-way. That collar is up to HERE, honey. His outfit is fitting like his ice-blue gloves–like butter!–creamy, silky, smooth. Sleek, is his look. But wait! Flounce, darling! Flounce! Are those sleeves puffed like a pastry? Mama, yas! Are those knee-high boots white like a wedding dress? Bitch-is-PURE. What’s that striped blue and white sash hiding, Yusuke? Mr. Kitagawa, is that a fluffy tail, you furry trash? MA-MA, YAS!
Next up is queen, kween and also codenamed Queen: Makoto Nijima. Her outfit is black as? Night. Her corset-inspired leather is? Dangerous. Those spiky shoulders are giving me Balmain in a war-zone, honey. She is a steel-toed, iron-masked, deadly-fisted honor-student from the right-side of the tracks and she will rip out that throat and help you study arithmetic, honey. She is a whom? Multitasker. Ask Miss Makoto if you can borrow her lengthy, flowing, beautiful black sash to hang yourself with because her look will leave you deceased.
Sakura-comma-Futaba. Baby-girl better get herself out of her socially-anxious closet because the world needs to see her LOOK. Little lady isn’t called Oracle for nothing honey. Those cute, bug-eyed, red goggles of hers can see into your soul, can see into your mind, can see into the future, Miss-Honey. Which is where she pulled this Tron-gone-fashion aesthetique. Those neon green lines are pulsing over that slight frame, Futaba. Those popping green fingers, heels and toes are hacking into fashion, Futaba. You may not know how to hold a normal conversation, Futaba, but honey can hold an outfit.
The Heiress of a hamburger fortune, lemme take a bite out of Haru Okumura: M’ilady of the dark, mademoiselle Noir. Let’s start from the top, shall we. Bitch-that-feath-thered-hat-is-give-ing-me-ev-ry-thing. It’s cute. It’s Shakespeare. It’s delicious. Lady Okumura, where did you get that lilac pink blouse because I need it. I need that adorable vest to make it an ensemble, and the lil’ silk tie to circle dat throat. Mm-kay? Call Ryuji, his shotgun shell belt just became last season. Haru is holding. Grenades that is. Which she launches, honey, like she launches us into fashion celestiality with those poofy short-shorts, black leggings and good-girl loafers. Haru may be armed with an axe, but she’ll behead me with her own two hands in those hot-purple leather gloves, ma’am!
Is the dissection over? NO MA’AM! It is NOT! No team of heart-stealing fashion-bandits is complete without animal aid! Meowing Morgana pulls up to the curb in them-got-damn-self because Miss-Codename: Mona can transform into a bus. Yes queen! This feline accessorizes with a 2.3L turbo-4 engine and 300 horesepower! Handy and fashion: because that bus has ears. For what? To hear the haters coming and drive the fuck away, Miss-Miss! Morgana is serving adorable-counterpart-reality with a cute yellow handkerchief collaring that cute, kitty-cat neck.
The Phantom Thieves are what? Sickening. They have stolen what? Your heart. Why? Because: fashion.
If you still doubt me in terms of the incredibleness of Persona 5, I can’t help you. Honestly, seeing them should have been enough to make you place an Amazon order or get your ass down to a GameStop. Love yourself: play Persona 5. Or do one better: dress like Persona 5.
Turn up that collar. Accessorize with too many belts. Feather that hat, honey. Make yourself into the person you wish you’d be with all the craze and fabulous you deserve. Unleash your Persona! Unleash fashion!
Persona 5 is available for PlayStation 4.
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light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick. regular lipstick. lipgloss. chapstick. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter. eyeshadow. neutral eyeshadow. smokey eyes. colourful eyeshadow. blush. lipliner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. satin foundation. dewy foundation. concealer. wears make up regularly. wears it from time to time. never wears make up.
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floral. fruity. perfumes. cologne. aftershave. cocoa. moisturizer. natural soap. shampoo. cigarettes. leather. sweat. food. incense. marijuana. whiskey. wine. fried food. blood. fire. metal. rain. grass. ocean. autumn leaves. baked bread. smoke. campfire. lavender trees. musk. rose. gingerbread. mint. oak. honey. lavender. lemon. vanilla. coffee. cake. chemicals. gasoline.
CLOTHES
masculine. feminine. androgynous. jeans. tight pants. overknee socks. tights. leggings. yoga pants. miniskirt. loose skirt. formfitting dress. cardigans. flannel. blouse. button up shirt. graphic shirt. sports shirt. sweatpants. tank top. cut off shirt. maxidress. sundress. suit and tie. cocktail dress. highslit dress. loose clothing. tight clothing. jean shorts. sweater. sweater vest. khaki pants. hoodie. harem pants. basketball shorts. boxers. boxer briefs. briefs. thong. lingerie. hotpants. hipster panties. bra. sports bra. chest binder. crop top. corset. leotard. polka dots. stripes. glitter. silk. lace. satin. leather. velvet. chemise.cashmere. patterns. florals. neon colours. pastels. neutral colors. black. dark colors. faux fur. fur. designer. tailored. high street. online stores. thrift. lots of money spent on clothes. average amount of money spent on clothes. little to no money spent on clothes. extremely fashionable. stylish. thrifty. camp. conservative. tacky. ugly. unfashionable. risque. bold. who let this person dress themself.
SHOES
sneakers. slip-ons. flats. slippers. sandals. flip flops. high heels. ankle boots. combat boots. boots. knee-high boots. cowboy boots. platforms. stripper heels. bare feet. loafers. boat shoes. dress shoes. designer shoes. hand me down shoes. worn out
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I want to apologize in advance for this
blame @socanonitsreal
kinda nsfwish under the cut? You’ll get it in a second
Chapter One
Hi my name is The Great and Terrible and Maleficent Papyrus and I speak in all caps Papyrus font (that’s how I got my name) and an edgy ripped up red scarf that reaches my mid-back and icy white eyelights like limpid headlights and a lot of people tell me I look like Gaster (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). [[I’m not related to Mettaton but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a skeleton but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white bones. I’m also a member of the Royal Guard, and I live in a magic city called Snowdin in the Underground where I’m in charge (I’m twenty-six). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Mettaton’s Store and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black battle body with matching spikes around it and black leather pants, red scarf and black combat boots. I was wearing red gloves,, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Snowdin. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of dogs stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
“Hey Papyrus!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was….Jerry!
“What’s up Jerry?” I asked.
“Nothing.” he said shyly.
But then, I heard my brother call me and I had to go away.
Chapter 2:
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some lasagna sauce from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather shirt, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my brow bone, and put my scarf in a kind of messy knot.
My brother, Sans (AN: Brother dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. He licked his long bright golden tooth and opened his red and white eyes. He put on his Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black jacket, fishnets and red converse with spikes. We put on our makeup ( white foundation and black eyeliner.)
“OMFG, I saw you talking to Jerry yesterday!” he said excitedly.
“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.
“Do you like Jerry?” he asked as we went out of the house and into Snowdin.
“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.
“Yeah right!” he exclaimed. Just then, Jerry walked up to me.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi.” I replied flirtily.
“Guess what.” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, Good Mettaton is having a concert in Hotland.” he told me.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love Mettaton. He iz my favorite band, besides MCR. “Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.
I gasped.
Chapter Three
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather battlebody with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my spikes and made them look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop marrowing and I listened to some Mettaton. I painted my phalanxes black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some monster blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Jerry was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Shyren t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
“Hi Jerry!” I said in a depressed voice.
“Hi Papyrus.” he said back. We walked into the River Person’s black boat (the license plate said 666) and rowed to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Mettaton and Shyren. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the boat. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Mettaton.
“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Mettaton (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).
“Mettaton is so fucking hot.” I said to Jerry, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Jerry looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.
“Really?” asked Jerry sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Mettaton and he hangs out with Dr fucking Alphys. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly yellow face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Jerry. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Mettaton and Shyren for their autographs and photos with them. We got Mettaton concert tees. Jerry and I crawled back into the boat, but Jerry didn’t go back into Snowdin, instead he directed the boat into………………………New Home!
Chapter Four-
“JERRY!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Jerry didn’t answer but he stopped the boat and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.
“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.
“Papyrus?” he asked.
“What?” I snapped.
Jerry leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.
And then…………… suddenly just as I Jerry kissed me passionately. Jerry climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a building. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my scarf. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my bony body became all warm. And then….
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”
It was……………………………………………………Asgore!
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