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talaok · 7 months

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The final jump

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader

Summary: When your stepdad finds out you and your boyfriend haven't had sex yet, he tells you the reason is that you're a virgin, but thankfully... he can help with that.

Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence dub-con, Perv!Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), virginity loss, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, dacryphilia, and daddy-kink. Joel is a full-on perv in this one ok, don't say I didn't warn ya,

a/n: this is wrong and weird and for the first time since i opened this blog, i actually doubted whether i should post something or not, but at the end of the day this is all fake and i do not condone in any way what's portrayed in this fic. And please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

Pt. 2 - Pt. 3

"c'mere" he instructed, pulling you into his lap like he always did when Mom wasn't around.

"there's nothing wrong with this" he had explained the first time it happened "Your mom just doesn't need to know about everything"

You nestled your head into the crook of his neck as you continued watching the movie, while his hands settled around your waist and onto your naked thigh.

He always made you wear skirts when you were alone, he even bought you some, and each time they got shorter. Once, you had asked him why, and as always, he had an explanation

"It's good for your skin, sweetheart, your legs need to breathe"

The one you were wearing right now, for example, a very cute baby pink one, barely covered your butt, which must have meant it was very healthy for your skin.

And then of course for the same exact reason, when Mom wasn't home, bras were banned, and you could only wear small tank tops, preferably very low cut and that let your stomach breathe.

You didn't mind the rules Joel had given you, you trusted him, and he knew what was better for you.

Plus, you would have been lying if you said you didn't like all the attention he gave you, even if it was just when you were alone. You loved how much he obviously cared about you, and you loved even more letting him take care of you.

You had never had a dad, unless you count the first three months of your life before your real dad decided to split, so now that you had such a good step-dad, you felt on top of the world, and even if you were 18, you didn't mind being taken care of like no dad ever had.

If he had offered to read you bedtime stories to get you to sleep, you would have probably accepted just to see what you had missed out on, that's how desperate you were.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, clinging to his warm self, and letting his scent wrap around you in the best way.

"You comfortable?" he asked, as his fingers gently drew patterns on your legs

"yes daddy"

Oh, that's right. Calling him daddy was another rule, if not the most important one.

"good" he said, kissing the crown of your head

Ghostface appeared behind Tara on the screen, and you tightened your hold on him a little bit.

"You scared, babygirl?"

"'m not scared daddy, I've watched this movie like ten times" you giggled

"What a brave girl" he cooed "You're not scared of anything huh?"

"no 'm scared of lots of things daddy, just not horror movies"

"ah that's right" he murmured "You're still scared of spiders, aren't you pretty girl?"

"Well of course" you nodded "but I have you to get rid of them"

"of course you do" he smiled, pulling your legs closer to him by the back of your knees, and making you beam happily.

Your whole backside was exposed now, making you blush a little bit.

You knew there was nothing wrong with this, but you still felt a little insecure about showing so much of yourself to Joel.

He didn't seem to notice as his hand went right to the newly revealed skin.

His hands always felt good against you, in a way you had never quite experienced, they were so big... and so rough, and oh so warm. If you could, you'd let him touch you all day every day.

Suddenly, a ching ran through the room, startling you.

Joel's soft chuckle vibrated through his chest and into yours.

"Not scared huh?"

"I just wasn't expecting that" you whined, removing your hands from him to reach onto the coffee table.

You had to stretch your whole body to do that, giving Joel a full view of your white cotton panties, and what they were trying to cover.

If Joel's cock was hard before, it was now quickly reaching the painfully hard territory.

"Oh sweetie" he tutted, as you grabbed the phone.

"what?" you asked, a tint of panic in your tone.

"it's just these panties..." he trailed off, as his fingers reached for them "This fabric is not good for you darlin'"

"These too?" you asked, a tad disappointed.

It seemed none of the panties you owned were ever good for your skin.

"Yes babygirl," he shook his head "here, let me help you, I'll take them off for you" he said, starting to gently drag them down your legs.

"but daddy-"

"what?" he stopped "I'm just looking out for you sugar, I just want you to be real healthy"

"A-alright" you nodded "I-if you say so"

"There's no need to be shy, babygirl, I'm your daddy, I only do what's best for you" he promised, tugging your underwear until they pooled at your knees.

Joel had to bite down a groan at the sight of your perfect little pussy.

"I know," you said, swallowing slowly

"Tell you what," he spoke, "I think it's best from now on if you just don't wear any panties when we're alone alright?"

"Sure daddy" you agreed "Can I sit back down now?"

"Of course" he urged, bringing you back into his lap, and slowly taking off your panties completely.

You checked your phone to see who had texted you, already forgetting about what had just happened, when Joel noticed something as he inspected your pretty little panties.

"These are wet babygirl," he said, holding them up for you to see.

your cheeks flushed a little bit as you looked up from your phone.

"Is-Is that bad?"

What if the fabric of your panties was so bad that it made you sick?

You hated being sick

The expression on his face was unreadable, he was looking at you differently.

"Does this happen to you a lot?" he asked, ignoring your question

"O-only sometimes...when I'm with you" you whispered "A-am I sick daddy?"

And then he did the last thing you were expecting, he smiled "no" he shook his head "You're not sick sweetie"

"oh" you breathed, relieved "then what is it?"

"It jus' means you like spendin' time with me a lot"

"Well of course I do" you giggled, looking back at your phone.

Joel watched you for a moment more, your face so innocent... too pretty for your own good, before pocketing the panties to add to his collection.

He didn't understand how you still hadn't noticed half your underwear had disappeared from its drawer.

"who was it?" he asked, once he had placed his hands on your ass, and on your inner thigh, feeling the warmth of your core closer and closer to his fingers.

"Just Chad" you answered "he's asking if I can hang out with him tomorrow night"

"mh" he considered.

He never liked Chad much

"This Chad" he started "he's good to you right?"

"Yes daddy" you stifled a laugh "You don't have to ask me every time I bring him up"

"Jus' wanna make sure" he shrugged "You're being safe and everything?"

"what do you mean?" you frowned "I don't think there's anything risky about going out to eat once in a while"

"now that's not what I meant babygirl" he smirked

"oh" you breathed "what did you mean then?"

"I meant to ask if you're usin' protection"

"Protection?" your frown just deepened.

You lived in Austin Texas, not the Wild West, protection from what, mosquitoes?

"Yeah protection, sugar" he nodded

"From what?" you asked, more confused than ever.

"oh baby girl" he laughed softly, leaning back onto the couch "condoms. You use condoms?"

And in an instant, your face had turned red.

"Oh, I- We- I haven't- we didn't-"

That's all you could muster from your flustered state.

Joel's amusement left his face in a second to make space for something... else.

He had prompted this subject just to see you all embarrassed, and hear you talk about what he dreamed of doing every night with you, but this... this had just gotten interesting.

"you haven't done it?" he asked

It took a moment before you finally managed to shake your head no.

His grip on your thigh got tighter

"why's that?"

Your teeth let go of your bottom lip so you could respond.

"I-I don't know"

All it took was another look at you, at your big blown-out eyes, at your red cheeks, and it all came together.

"sweetheart," he said gently "are you a virgin?"

Your forehead creased again in puzzlement.

"w-what's that?"

His lips pulled into a smirk, and you watched each muscle on his face with curiosity.

"Oh baby" he smiled "I mean have you ever had sex?"

Your chest was rising and falling so quickly that you wondered how long it would take for you to hyperventilate.

The redness of your skin had now spread to your ears and neck too.

"I-I" you mumbled, avoiding his eyes

"Sweetie" he cooed, gently guiding your face to look up at him "You can tell me"

You gulped, looking into his hazel eyes.

Oh, how stupid you were being. Of course you can tell daddy.

"No" you slowly shook your head.

"Ah" he hummed "then that's why"

"That's why what?" you asked

Now, a good man would have stopped there, a good man would have dropped this right there... but good men didn't fantasize about their step-daughters, good men didn't come up with rules to watch them walk around the house half naked, good men didn't pull their panties down just to catch a glimpse of what they'd been dreaming of for months, and Joel, well Joel was already going to hell, so why not make the final jump.

"That's why Chad hasn't had sex with you"

"W-what?"

He wet his lips, not thinking about anything else but how good that pretty cunt of yours must feel around his cock.

"No guy wants to be a girl's first, babygirl" he murmured, stroking your cheek.

"Really?" your eyes widened at the realization "but- why?"

"lots of reasons sweetie" he explained "girls tend to... get attached"

"oh" your perfect mouth created the cutest little o

"yeah baby" he nodded "I'm sorry"

Your eyes were starting to water, and your throat was getting clogged up

"but then... who's ever gonna want to make love to me?"

make love? god you were so innocent

"you want Chad to make love to you, pretty girl?"

You were pouting so cutely Joel's heart was starting to break a little bit.

"I mean- maybe... I don't know" you murmured, tears falling from your eyes now "but he's never gonna want to now!" you sobbed

He wiped away your tears with his thumb before bringing you closer to his chest, giving you a big tight hug.

"It's ok sugar, shh" he calmed you down.

"H-how is he ever gonna want to make love to me?" you asked, raising your doe eyes to him.

And there it was, his free pass to the flames of hell.

"Well, there is a way," he said gently

"W-what?" you stumbled over your words

"I could help you out" he spoke

"H-how?"

His eyes darted from your watery eyes to your pretty pink mouth.

"I could be your first"

Your heart missed a beat.

"Y-you?"

"Yeah sweetheart, that way you can tell Chad you're not a virgin, and he'll for sure want to make love to you "

Your eyes sparked up

"Really?" you beamed "Y-you'd do that for me?"

"Of course" he promised, "What else are daddies for?"

"Oh thank you, daddy!" You threw your arms around him to hug him like your life depended on it "You're the best"

He grinned into your hair, thanking every existing being for having granted him such a gift: you.

"oh sweetheart, trust me it's you who's the best" he murmured.

You leaned away, a smile from ear to ear plastered on your face "So-uhm- How does this work?"

He smiled at your eagerness

"Well, first of all, we gotta get on a bed" he explained "so wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on tight baby girl"

"Like this?" you asked, after obliging

"Perfect" he nodded before standing up from the couch.

A soft whimper fled your mouth as he made you bounce a little bit to set you better on his body.

"Calm down sweetie, I'm here" he cooed, starting to walk up the stairs, and before you realized, you were in your room.

"why didn't we go to your room?" you wondered aloud

"I just like yours better" he dismissed your question as he settled you on the bed.

You looked around the walls and posters and floor you knew so well and then back at him.

You didn't think he'd ever been in here before, and it was such a weird image.

he looked so out of place in such a girly space.

"and now?" you asked, looking up at him expectantly.

He smirked "Now we take off these pretty clothes of yours"

"O-oh, alright" you nodded, watching as he kneeled in front of you.

His hands went to your tank top first, slowly seeping underneath it before taking it off of you.

A small groan left his throat, and you observed how his eyes focused on your breasts.

"I-is there something wrong?"

"No, sweetie, I'm just real happy to help you, 's all"

You smiled cheerfully at that.

He was always so nice.

"Now we gotta take off this skirt" he explained, gently pulling it down for you until it pooled at your feet.

You didn’t think you'd ever seen Joel smile so wide.

"Good God baby girl" he breathed, taking each and every inch of you in like you were a piece of art in a museum "You're real pretty, you know that?"

Your cheeks reddened as your lips pulled into a shy smile.

"T-thank you" you mumbled

He stroked your thighs a little, but way too soon he was standing up.

He reached into his back pocket for something, and a moment later his phone was in his hand.

You watched as he swiped somewhere on the screen and then took a step back to make sure the camera didn't miss any part of you.

"What are you doing?" you asked, curious more than anything.

"Takin' some pictures"

"Oh," you murmured "W-why?"

"Don't worry baby, 's just me" he reassured you, now stepping closer to you again to caress your cheek softly, making you forget all about your worries.

"Do you think you could pose for me a little?"

"sure" you nodded, wanting to please him however you could.

"Such a good girl" he praised more to himself "Lay down for me mh?"

You immediately did, scooting more onto the bed and resting your back on the mattress.

"Spread your legs now" he instructed, loving the way you so easily obeyed.

You heard a soft click as he took another picture from right between your legs.

"Very good" he said "Now smile a lil', show me how happy you are Daddy's helping you out"

You did of course, and this time he moved his phone a little upward so your face was more in the frame.

"now c'mere again" he said, urging you with two of his fingers.

You sat at the edge of the bed, right in front of him.

"so obedient..." he smirked, as he stroked your cheek "suck on my fingers sweetie" he ordered, slowly pushing his index and middle finger past your lips.

You were very very confused about this pose, but chose not to question it.

"Look at me" he instructed, and you watched his grin widen as he took the photo.

"You did real good honey" he spoke, placing his phone on your nightstand.

"Thank you daddy" you beamed, as he kneeled before you again.

A question came to you while he did

"Is Chad gonna take pictures too?"

A tint of jealousy flashed behind his eyes

"No," he said firmly "and if he tries, you take his phone and throw it away, ok?"

"O-ok" you nodded.

"Now" he seemed to get back to himself "How 'bout you lay down and let me take care of you?"

"S-sure" you stuttered, lying down again.

You raised your head to look at him as he slowly spread your legs.

You felt very much on display, but you weren't embarrassed, you knew Joel only had good intentions.

Suddenly, he bent down to kiss you right on your mound.

You let out a gasp

He looked up at you, a devilish smile plaster on his face as his lips traveled lower, now finding your clit.

"Daddy!" you gasped again.

"what is it baby girl, it don't feel good?"

"N-no it just feels..."

You honestly had no idea how to describe how it felt.

"How?" he insisted

"tingly" you murmured

He smirked, kissing your clit again just to taunt you

"That's good baby" he explained "It means you're enjoying this"

"Oh- really?" you asked, wide-eyed

"Really" he confirmed, before abruptly licking a long stripe of your pussy, and forcing your gasp to soon convert into a moan.

Oh, he definitely liked hearing that.

And the moment he decided on that, he started quite literally devouring your cunt, feeding off of it like it was the source of eternal youth.

"Oh my god" you started chanting in a high pitch, as your legs got a life of their own at the feeling.

You were losing yourself in the feeling when, suddenly, you felt something probing at your... entrance, and you whimpered in surprise.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" you asked, as your hands grabbed the covers for something to hold onto.

He fought the urge to ignore you and do what needed to be done.

"Imma put a finger inside of you now ok?" he explained as sweetly as he could, desperately trying to hide his frustration.

His cock was begging for some sort of relief, and you were only slowing him down.

"a-a finger?" you breathed "W-why?"

"Because I need to make sure this pretty little pussy of yours can take all of daddy"

You scrunched your nose, making a face

"What?" he asked

"I don't like that word"

"What word?" he asked "pussy?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

He couldn't help but laugh a little "What would you rather I call it?" he murmured mockingly,(only of course you didn't realize) "Your tootie?"

"I'm not a kid" you giggled " I haven't called it that since I was-"

Your words died in your throat once his middle finger plunged into your heat.

Your mouth parted in shock, but no sound came out.

"real good sweetie" he praised you, bending down again to suck on your bud, as he started moving his finger in and out of you.

"Daddy!" you cried, at the feeling

"I know, I know" his tone was loaded with false empathy "Now stay still for me alright?"

But before you had time to ask why, another one of his fingers had made its way inside of you.

"Daddy wha-" your own sentence was interrupted by a moan "You said you were gonna put only one finger in!" you protested

"I know baby girl" he whispered against your heat, sending a shiver up your spine "but I know what's best for you, don't I?"

Of course he did

"mh-mh" you nodded

"Good girl" he praised, not missing the way your walls tightened around him at the praise "How does it feel?"

"I-it hurts a little" you winced,

"mh" he considered "that's because no one had touched you down here before" he spoke in between licks to your clit "Not even yourself right?"

"n-no" you answered in a breathy whisper.

"good," he said mostly to himself "And how does it feel now?" he asked, curling his fingers into your g-spot.

Your back arched from the bed

"b-better"

He kept doing that, making you gasp and squirm under him until...

"and how 'bout now?"

A third finger intruded your hole, making you cry out so loud the neighbors probably heard.

"daddy!" you whined as your eyes watered "T-that hurt, why would you do that?"

"oh sweetie... I needed to do that" he cooed, watching your pussy struggling to stretch around his fingers "If you wanna take daddy's cock you need to be able to take three of my fingers at least"

"t-that's a lot" you sobbed

"Oh I know" he murmured "but you did it like a good girl" he kissed your clit as a reward, "Now all you gotta do is relax and come around daddy's fingers"

"b-but I've never done that, I-I don't know how to-"

"shh" he shushed you, moving his fingers inside your warm cunt as he leaned down again to put his tongue to use "Just relax for me sweetie"

And so you did, you closed your eyes and fell back onto the bed as you tried adjusting to his fingers and the feeling they were bringing with them.

You had no idea what was happening to you, you'd heard some of your friends talk about sex, and you did a few lessons in sex ed, but you never really got it... and this was very different from what you were expecting.

Joel's hands were gripping your thighs to keep your legs apart, and when he curled his fingers inside of you again, a pang of pure pleasure took over you, and as a deep moan left your mouth, your left hand got a life of its own and found Joel's hair, gripping it tightly.

He groaned into your cunt and a strange feeling started pooling down your belly.

"Oh god" you whimpered "Daddy- I-"

He started going even faster, the squelching of his fingers plunging into your core filling the whole room as you cried out louder and louder.

"I-I think it's h-happening" you breathed "W-what do I do?" you moaned "D-daddy?"

He was lost in the thought of how good your walls were gonna feel as they tightened around his cock instead of his fingers, but as you cried again, he came back to earth.

"Let go sweetheart" he urged, watching your face contort in all sorts of expressions and bashing in the knowledge that it was him who was provoking them "Be a good girl and come for daddy"

And with that, your eyes snapped open to glimpse at him before every cell in your being exploded and rearranged itself inside of you as you came.

"You did good" he spoke as you tried calming your breathing "you did real good baby" he nodded, as he took his fingers out of you and stared at your pussy like it was a piece of art.

"t-thank you" You gave him a shy smile, as your hands dropped to your sides.

"but now you're gonna have to do even better" he started, as he got up "Can you do that for me? Can you be good?" he asked, as he took off his t-shirt and started undoing his pants.

A tint of fear made its way into your excitement, but you didn't let it show.

"Of course Daddy" you eagerly answered "I'll be good"

"you sure?" he arched his brow as his pants fell to his feet and all that remained on his body was a black pair of boxers with a very big tent probing in the front.

"I-I'm sure" you nodded "I'll be good for you"

"good" his lips pulled into a proud line and then finally, he took his boxers off, and an involuntary little gasp came out of your mouth.

"it's nothing to be scared off sweetheart" he chuckled "Here, why don't you touch it"

You gulped as you raised yourself into a seated position, coming eye-to-eye with his scarily big penis.

You looked up at him for approval and he he offered you an encouraging nod, so you slowly raised your index finger, and gently pressed it again his red tip.

You let your finger graze his whole length, feeling every vein and curve of his manhood, and before you could do it again his voice interrupted.

"don't be scared, wrap your hand around it" he urged, watching as you slowly obeyed "Jus' like that" he said, his voice deeper now "go up and down now"

you did, and you were fascinated by the feeling of his dick twitching in your palm and his skin rubbing against yours.

One of his hands reached the back of your head impatiently as you admired his length, urging you closer.

"use your mouth baby" he breathed heavily.

You slowly leaned closer and met your lips with his tip, leaving a little kiss on it.

He couldn't help but chuckle "Open it, sweetie," he said, looking down at you as you abided "Stick your tongue out for me"

You did, and before you knew it, his penis was filling your mouth.

"Now suck"

You hollowed your cheeks as best as you could and suddenly, his hand in your hair started guiding more and more of him into your mouth, until his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged loudly as a tear ran down your cheek.

"that all you can take?" he watched you "We're gonna have to work on that, 'm not even halfway in baby" he smirked to himself, before retracting his hips and leaving your mouth empty.

Before you had the time to ask what he meant by that, he'd already given you another order.

"lay down"

You found your initial position again, and in a moment, he had grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed.

One of his hands was gripping his dick as he looked right in your eyes

"Stay still"

that's all he said, before he started pushing his huge cock into you.

"Ah!" You cried as you felt your hole stretch and burn and hurt all at the same time.

"Shhh" he shushed you, not listening as he continued to push.

"d--daddy it hurts"

"It's supposed to hurt" he lied "Now relax"

And you tried, you really tried, but once another inch of him invaded you, you moved away, or at least, tried to, since his hands started gripping you tighter, giving you no chance to move.

"I told you to stay still" he sounded angry, and you didn't want daddy to be angry, but it hurt so much.

Tears pooled in your eyes and your voice broke as you spoke.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy" a sob climbed up your throat "b-but it's too big"

I don't give a fuck if it hurts, just stay still, he thought, but of course, he couldn't say that.

"Daddy's just tryna help you baby" he cooed "Do you want Chad to make love to you?" he asked, earning a nod from you "Then you have to stop moving and let me put my cock inside of you, ok?"

You sniffled as other tears fell from your eyes "O-ok"

He pushed inside of you again and your cries only got more pathetic.

now if it were up to him he would have already forced his cock inside of you, ignoring your whines and enjoying seeing you cry from how big he was but... if he ever wanted this to happen again, he needed to be gentle with you unfortunately.

"here" he said, pushing his thumb past your lips "suck on it sweetie, that 'll calm you down"

You did as told, and even if it still hurt like hell, it did take your mind off of it a little.

"we're almost there" he promised, watching you take more and more of his cock "Just a little more and-"

"Good God" he breathed, taking a moment to memorize every inch of your walls and the way they felt around him.

"you feel so fucking good baby" he groaned, his head falling to his chest a moment at the feeling.

You felt better than he could have ever fucking imagined.

"I'm gonna start moving now"

He retracted his hips and noticed with a sick enjoyment the blood covering his dick before thrusting into you so harshly that even if your mouth was busy, the cry you let out could be heard perfectly.

"such a crybaby" he cooed, thrusting into you particularly harshly just to hear you cry again for him.

He watched the tears fall from your eyes as he started finding his pace.

And slowly, oh so slowly, you started adjusting, and from the pain, came the pleasure, pleasure so strong it felt like it could kill you.

"fuck you're tight" he grunted, "look at you" his eyes alternated between your eyes and where your body met his "Taking all of daddy's cock so well" he groaned "Being so good" he hissed, as he fastened his pace "fuck-tell me how it feels baby, tell me how good daddy's making you feel"

His thumb left your mouth and a brutal moan left it with it.

"tell me" he urged you again, gripping your waist.

"'s so good" you whimpered while gripping the sheets "You feel so good, Daddy"

"yeah?" he smirked, as a drop of sweat trailed his forehead

"yes Daddy" you promised before one of his hands found your core and started circling your clit.

"Daddy!" you cried

"what is it baby, 's too much?"

"mh-mh" you nodded as your eyes threatened to spill again

"it's ok, daddy's here" he cooed, "you trust me, don't you?"

"I-I do"

"then relax"

You swallowed thickly and you did as told, trying to calm your racing heart as your breathing got more and more ragged.

"daddy?" you whimpered, looking up at him with doe eyes

"yeah, sweetheart?"

"could you... could you kiss me please?"

A smug smirk pulled at his lips "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes please"

"you sure?"

"yes, daddy please!" you begged now, more desperate, and before you knew it, he'd bent down and his lips were on yours while his tongue was in your mouth.

He let out a low groan at how fucking heavenly you felt, while you tasted all of him like you were starving.

He was such a good kisser...

And right as he pulled away and whispered "fuck you're perfect" the same feeling that he'd given you with his fingers erupted all over again.

A low chant of daddy left your mouth and as you squeezed him so fucking good and so fucking tight Joel couldn't do anything but follows suit, emptying his balls inside your tight cunt and ruining you definitively.

Fuck it, he was gonna buy you a plan B tomorrow, and if that didn't work he'd just blame it on Chad.

"Jesus" he muttered, as he pulled out and fell next to you on the bed.

Both your chests were rising and falling way too quickly.

You turned to him, and when he noticed, he did the same.

"thank you so much daddy" you murmured, nestling closer to him and kissing his cheek.

"no worries baby" he smiled, putting an arm around you to keep you closer as he kissed your forehead "You did good"

"thank you" you blushed

"but y'know..." he cocked an eyebrow "guys like girls with a little experience"

"Really?" you asked, wide-eyed

"yes sweetheart" he nodded "So before you make love with Chad, I think it's best if we practice for a bit, what do you say?"

Your eyes found his, and all you could see in them was the perfect stepdad, helping you in any way he could.

"I'd like that, thank you so much, daddy"

Pt. 2 - Pt. 3

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descendant-of-truth · 10 months

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Sooo has anyone else noticed that Chaos Sonic seems to know things about Sonic that he logically shouldn't?

He constantly brings up Sonic's failures, describes him as looking "sad and pathetic" and being "tragic" when Sonic doesn't even look upset, and seems to have inherited chili dogs as his favorite food to boot.

But the Chaos Council doesn't know about Sonic's biggest failures. They don't know that he feels sad about anything, or that he likes chili dogs. Not even Nine knows these things in detail, and even if he did, we're not given any indication that he told the Council anything after giving them the initial idea for Chaos Sonic by accident.

And yet, he takes every opportunity to poke at Sonic's insecurities, even targeting his friends and blaming him for getting them hurt.

How does he know Sonic well enough to make these kinds of targeted remarks? I like that he can, it leads to a lot more interesting interactions than if he couldn't, but what's the in-universe explanation?

Well, Sonic absorbed some of the Prism's energy when it shattered, and Chaos Sonic was created mostly with the energy from the shards. While this could give them a sort of mental connection, it doesn't seem to go both ways, and I have a slightly more specific theory for how it all works.

That being: I think the Prism itself knows Sonic. Which is kind of a bold claim, I think, but hear me out.

First of all, the energy that's in Sonic's body (once tempered with Nine's tech of course) adapts his gloves and shoes to his environment in ways that'll protect him. New Yoke doesn't require anything special, but the Boscage Maze has tall trees that are difficult to climb, so it gives him retractable claws. No Place is filled with water, and Sonic can't swim, so he gets hover shoes to keep him afloat even if he falls in.

That's a suspicious amount of intent going on there, isn't it? And they appear the instant Sonic enters a new world, so he doesn't even encounter the obstacles his clothes are protecting him from before getting them. It's like the energy already knows what the world is like and what Sonic's capabilities are.

Secondly, Shadow reacts physically to the giant sparkly specter of Tails that shows up in the void, which tells me that those are all Actual Things that the Prism conjured up.

And that's. kind of weird, right? I just assumed these were symbolic of memories flashing through Sonic's head, but I guess they're also flashing through space itself, which I will admit did get a laugh out of me the first time I watched it

(They might not be "memories" exactly since we never flashback to when these lines were originally said, but they're certainly Something that came from Sonic's head so my point still stands)

Finally, when the Chaos Council uses the Prism energy to make the Giant Eggman, it specifically takes the form of the original. That didn't come from Mister Doctor's imagination - that's how Sonic remembers Eggman.

Not to mention, they keep hammering home how uniquely linked Sonic is to the Prism, so why not have it be the other way around? I'm not saying that the Paradox Prism has to have any kind of sentience for this theory to work (in fact I'd be surprised if it did), but it could be acting as a sort of container for data on Sonic, just like how Sonic is a container for its power.

And if that's the case, then it explains how Chaos Sonic knew so much; he's tapped into that very data bank from the get-go. It also complicates the question of how to restore the Prism a bit, because yeah Sonic might have to put his energy back into it, but does the Prism have to give anything back to him in return?

Regardless of the answer, I'm really looking forward to learning more about how the Paradox Prism works (and also any potential future Chaos Sonic appearances because I loved every moment he was on screen)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #chaos sonic #analysis #meta #*deconstructs the lore of the whole show to explain why Chaos Sonic likes chili dogs* another day well spent

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i always feel a little silly when sending nsfw reqs lol but.. eddie taking you from behind for the first time? love u!

i feel a little silly writing them too it's okay!! love you!! MDNI 18+ (cw: smut, p in v, prone(?)) ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

"Eds," you say quietly, feeling weirdly insecure despite how many times he's seen you naked, "you'll tell me if I look weird, right?"

He tightens his arm around you where you've perched on his thigh in only an oversized t-shirt and your underwear, his head ducking down towards yours. "What are you talking about?"

"If I look weird from… from behind."

He smiles and squeezes your hip under his hand. "You know I've seen it all before, right?"

You nod. It's really nice to be able to talk with him about all of this stuff before you actually enact it. For some people it might come easy. You need a little more assurance, and Eddie's happy to give it to you.

He kisses your cheek. "You look good from every angle, idiot."

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at his heartfelt, if slightly mean, compliment and hide your face in his chest. Eddie hardly minds, his hand stroking down your hip to your thigh and creeping inward.

"My shy girl," he murmurs, an impossible mixture of mocking and sympathetic.

From there you're putty in his hands, limp under his teasing touches, his lips pressed absent-mindedly to your forehead as his hand cups your cunt. He presses the breadth of his palm to your clothed clit and rubs rough circles, listening for that hitch in your breath that proves he's found it.

He pushes aside your underwear and draws a line down from the bump of your clit to your entrance. "Somebody's excited," he says smugly.

You shudder as he pushes slowly inward. Soon, you're worked over entirely, stretched out on his two thick fingers and needing more. You can feel his cock hard against your thigh and know he's similarly desperate, echoing your little pants and moans with his own.

He groans loudly as he pulls out his hand. The sound sends goosebumps racing down your arms, worse when he holds up his shining fingers and parts them slowly, a ribbon of wetness between them. "Fuck, baby, look how wet you are."

"Are you ready?" you ask him, looking up pleadingly.

He blinks at you, surprised at how fast you've unraveled. As quick as it comes it's gone, and he's easing you off his lap and kissing your forehead. "Ready," he confirms. "You wanna lie on your front for me?"

You go down easy. It feels strange. You look over your shoulder as he positions himself between your thighs, his chain tickling between your shoulder blades as he leans forward to grab one of the pillows.

He needles an arm under your stomach and pulls you up without explanation, tucking the pillow underneath your stomach and hips. You gasp, head fuzzy, always happy to be manhandled into position and trying to tamp down how embarrassed you're feeling to be bared like this to him, worse when he starts to tug down your underwear.

He says something under his breath.

"What?" you ask, trying to sit up to look.

He pushes you down with a stern hand at the small of your back. "Just admiring the view." You jump as his thumb pushes into your hole. He shushes you gently and works inside, groaning to himself amorously as slick dribbles down your cunt. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. Need to fill you up."

You shift your thighs open wider and hope he takes it for what it is.

He chuckles. It's a dark sound. "You want that? Wanna tell me what you want?"

You reach up to hug the pillow in front of you, heartbeat pounding and tummy aching with want. "Please, Eddie, I-"

He doesn't have the patience. You feel the head of his cock rub up and down your opening and gasp as the tip pushes in. He slows, stills, hand on your thigh and moving up to squeeze the globe of your ass. "Okay?"

"Yeah," you say quickly, roughly, "keep going."

"So demanding," he says, words sticky with sweetness as he pushes in another inch, two. It feels fucking amazing, the stretch, the tip of his cock dragging against your gummy heat, moulding you into shape.

You moan as he pulls out to push back in deeper, opening you up, his hips pressing into you as he fucks to the hilt. It's a sudden fullness and it aches in the best way. You push your face into the pillow in efforts to hide the awful sound you make, an excited bubble of pleasure.

Eddie presses his weight into you and lowers his chest to your back, hand on the nape of your neck. "How's that feel?" he asks into your ear, a genuine question. "Is that okay?"

You nod hurriedly. He stays where he is but rocks his hips up into you. This new position – his weight, the heat and size of him above you and the immediate fullness, the pleasure as his cock rocks into your sweet spot – was a terrible idea.

"Oh my god," you say, feeling incredibly close to tears. "Eddie. Fuck, baby."

He slides his hands under your front to cup your chest. "I know. Should've done this a long time ago."

You can't find the words to agree as he ruts in, dissolving, useless underneath him. Eddie seems content to take it slow, cock probing deep but gentle as he noses into the juncture of your neck and starts to kiss you, open-mouthed kisses that leave your skin wet and stinging.

If he keeps on like this you might never leave his bed again.

He snaps his hips forward and you make your loudest sound yet, tightening around him instinctively. His answering moan is spun silver dripping over you, heating you up from the outside in.

"Shit, make that sound again," he begs.

You make that sound again. Again and again and again.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x afab reader #stranger things smut

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Hey it’s been a bit! The Mammon episode finally came out, so here’s my review!

Pros:

- The sign language scene was cute. Kinda weird that a kid was seeing a show that was clearly for adults but I love me some representation so it gets a pass.

- Despite Blitz not really needing to be in this episode, I thank god he had little screen time and more time was dedicated to Fizz.

- The fish ladies (despite having wonky color palettes that made them EXTREMELY hard to look at) were cute.

Cons:

- Mammon is so flat and uninteresting but I don’t know what I expected from a creator who always hypes her characters up that always end up being one of the three go-to personalities she picks for her male characters. In Mammon’s case he’s just a loud mouth cursing bum so way to ruin another Deadly Sin and make them boring af, moving on.

- I don’t like how Mammon and Fizz’s relationship are similar of Val and Angel’s, Viv keeps recycling stories, characters and plot lines ect, it makes Angel’s story for Hazbin really predictable/underwhelming and not exciting to look forward too especially since we already have the “mafia bad daddy” aspect to him too that they pulled for Moxxie. I guess the idea of Mammon being a controlling ruler is fine on paper but not much is done with it, Fizz just quits in the end like it was easy with zero consequences so what was all that build up for.

- Fizz himself once again feels REALLY out of character, he’s just too soft compared to how he was introduced in season 1. He’s constantly nervous in this episode and insecure, as well as walking on eggshells, and even in Oops he wasn’t THIS sensitive. I’m all for characters struggling and being kicked down but it has to make sense and not feel forced, and once again it feels like Viv is trying way to hard to make the characters she once introduced as snarky assholes to uwu innocent babies. I refuse to believe Fizz was actually INTIMIDATED by this random geeky imp who insulted him, as well as the fish ladies whom he was weirdly nice and welcoming to. It’s also weird seeing how uncomfortable/nervous he was around his fans when I thought the whole point was that he LOVED praise and loved being famous, at least that was season 1 Fizz. Now he feels retconned. Seeing him say “I just need this gig” is weird too, the explanation to why he went through all of this makes no sense, Fizz still has Ozzie and is famous in the Lust ring, and I understand Mammon is his idle but to go through all that abuse for so long for something that could have been so easily avoided feels forced to fit the plot, but it also makes Fizz look dumb.

- There’s confusing lore stuff regarding Mammon and Ozzie, and it makes me realize that Viv should have picked ONE storyline aka ONE Seven Deadly sin to go with Fizz’s story because this is getting mixed up. Fizz acts like if he looses this completion, he looses everything, which confused the heck out of me because no he wouldn’t have? First of all, Ozzie is a fucking powerful sin, how would you loose him? Second, from what we know from season 1, Fizz is a jester who performs at Ozzie’s club. It was Ozzie who built the sex robots across the rings of hell, NOT Mammon, and in season 2 we see that Fizz is under Ozzie’s care and lives in his house. Yet for some weird reason Mammon also represents Fizz and uses him for profit, but it’s not really explained in a way that makes sense, like Love’s art had said in her Fizz redesign video, Fizz’s job is really confusing on what exactly he does. Having both Ozzie and Mammon represent him overcomplicates things and the show did a poor job at explaining how this goes.

- Once again Viv dumps trauma and struggle onto her characters without building it up first. When did Fizz ever give off the impression that he was being controlled or abused, or even that he was so insecure and constantly walked on eggshells to be perfect. In Oops he was happy to be in the spotlight and happy to get the attention, he bragged to Blitz about how successful he was. He seemed happy to perform for Mammon and talked of him highly, and now you’re pulling an Angel Dust situation where he’s expected to be perfect 24/7 and it gets to him emotionally, while also being someone who’s physically and mentally abused. Yet another season 2 episode that wasn’t planned, same as how Millie wanting to feel important wasn’t planned, same as how Stolas seeing Blitz as genuine love wasn’t planned. Different episode, same issues.

- I’m so done with the Hell lore bro, this place officially has no rules and demons can just do anything without consequences. There’s no class system, there’s no rankings, there’s no power dynamics, screw anything that Viv says. There was no fucking reason why Ozzie and Fizz’s relationship needed to be a secret. There was no reason showing Ozzie threatening his workers to not tell anyone about his love life if he was just going to admit it to EVERYONE THE NEXT EPISODE IN FRONT OF ANOTHER SIN ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME— what was the POINT. What is the point of Stolas and Blitz’s conflict. What is the point of Stella being classist. What is the point of these class systems and rules if you can just announce that you technically broke a hell rule and no one gives a fuck and you get off scott free. Mammon telling Ozzie “you’ll regret that” like a cartoon villain doesn’t do anything either. What is he ganna do? Tell Lucifer, the character that canonically won’t appear in HB because the sins won’t appear in HH? If Lucifer rules over the sinners, who the fuck is in charge for the rest of Hell. Where’s the authority? And Mammon is just ganna come back for another episode to give the gang trouble cause lord knows we don’t have enough fucking villains already.

- It feels weird that Ozzie would just sit back while someone whom he knows is a piece of shit is treating his loved one badly. I get he was concerned but you’d think one of the seven deadly sins would have more power and authority.

- I was expecting some big gross bug-like thing to appear when Mammon was transforming into his final form, only for it to the exact same design but with small extra eyes and a spider lower half that isn’t even visible in most shots….GOD VIV.

Watching this episode also made me remind myself that this is supposed to be Hell. Seeing Fizz feel better and stand up for himself was sweet but these soft lessons and morals don’t belong in a show like this, and it’s extra aggravating regarding Viv’s double standard, how she can just pick and choose which characters she wants to be evil and which characters are saints. Overall not anywhere near the worst episode of season 2, but I am officially done with Helluva Boss so-

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #anti vivziepop #helluva boss

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late blooming pt2 | j.wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x f!reader

genre: slowburn, sugar baby!au, smut

word count: 5k

tags: emotionally constipated trustfund kid!wonwoo, snarky roommate!jeonghan, food ment, insecure artist!reader, fingering, making out, jealous!wonwoo, miscommunication, angsty ending

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In those two weeks, since you'd agreed to let Mr Jeon Wonwoo financially take care of you, you'd learned three things about him.

One - He'd gushed about every cat picture or meme you'd sent to him, commenting on the pretty fur or the shape of their triangle ears. During one phone call, you even got him to meow for you. You'd laughed almost a solid minute at the sound of his dark voice, clearly enunciating a very lifelike "meow". If only you had thought of recording it.

Two - He loved to read. You weren't really sure about which books were to his liking but everytime you'd mentioned an author you'd liked, he'd tell you he was either familiar with their work or had read their work as well. It was difficult, to say the least, not to feel intimidated by his intellect, though you didn't mind as much once you'd realized that, even though he already knew so many literary works, he still listened quite intently to your opinions on them.

And three - He asked a lot of questions.

It was almost embarrassing, in hindsight. How much you were willing to tell him, about your upbringing, weird food habits you'd developed as a child, about the time Mingyu and you got food poisoning from your favourite fast food place, back in college. It felt easy to confide in him. Your own personal confession booth. Wonwoo was a good listener and despite leaving snarky comments here and there - there was understanding laced in his every word, making it hard not to fall deeper into conversation with him. Maybe, just maybe, it had helped that all of these talks happened, while you were on the phone with him, either on your way from work or tucked in bed.

"It's probably bad timing", he had sighed, "but I'll have to leave the country for a week. It's purely out of formality, although necessary. Or so I've been told, at least."

His explanation had seemed sincere enough, a tired smile playing on the edge of his lips, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment from you. Selfish desires be damned, you actually hoped to spend time with the man who'd provide you with money for whatever reason. It still felt somewhat strange to you, no matter how rational he had been while explaining his intentions with you, the skeptic in you was hard to please.

You'd only shaken your head in response, your "No, it's fine! I hope you'll still manage to have fun", sounded insincere even to your own ears, though Wonwoo had enough courtesy not to mention it.

You hadn't quite expected him to still try to stay in touch, thinking his hectic schedule would suffice in keep him busy. But apparently, Wonwoo had a tendency to defy your expectations about him. His first text had comee as a surprise to you, your eyes almost bulging out of their socksts, as you sat slumped and exhausted in the driver's seat of your car. Work had been the usual hell, customers and colleagues robbing you of every nerve you had left until they left you a complete shell of yourself - Not like you hadn't been used to it.

[Wonwoo J - 17:55] Are you as bored as me?

You had blinked several times, mind feeling a bit too numb, attempting to remember that, yes, this was indeed The Jeon Wonwoo, billionaire, business man, and art snob, texting you oh so casually.

[y/n - 17:56] more like tired rip just got done working

[Wonwoo J - 17:57] Oh? Hope I didn't interrupt anything

[y/n - 18:00] literally sitting in my car rn lmao

[y/n - 18:01] gimme 15 and then i'm free to chat

You remembered rushing home, quick to brush Jeonghan's half hearted greeting off, ready to lock yourself in your bedroom and panic an appropriate amount before calling him back. Though in the end, all panic had ebbed away the second his tired voice muttered your name in greeting, at the other end of the line. And despite your worries, it'd felt so natural to share your day with him - His faint laugh, whenever you'd complain, proving to be your very own remedy against bad moods.

Maybe he'd merely been polite this whole time, your insecurities were quick to point out. A cynical viewpoint for sure, but not unrealistic. Not impossible.

It'd be so easy to drop all caution, to ignore every bad experience and disregard every hurtful comment ever thrown your way by previous romantic partners. It'd be so easy to trust the silly old fashion emojis he sent your way, or the way his laughter grew louder everytime you gasped out in mock offense to any of his jabs. It'd be so easy to let your heart ache at every whispered goodnight you'd mumbled into the speaker of your phone. But easy was naive. You weren't a teenager anymore, you knew better or were supposed to at least.

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"Hmm, Episode IV. Easy question. Obi Wan might be hot but he doesn't beat childhood nostalgia. Next question."

"Obi Wan hot? Questionable. Hey, how come you're not tired yet? I thought you said that your shift was draining 'as fuck'."

"Why do you have to remember everything I tell you, oh my godddd. You know what, I change my mind, guys who only pretend to listen get a bad rep."

"You just don't want me to point out that you should stop rambling about Star Wars and catch some sleep."

"Not my fault that we're not in the same timezone right now, Mister. C'mon, ask me another question."

"Fine... Have you always been this difficult or do I get special treatment from you?"

"... Wonwoo, I hope you know how lucky you are that you're not within fighting distance."

"Aw, I was hoping you'd get so huffy, you'd hang up and finally rest."

"You're mean."

"And yet you're still insisting on talking to me."

"AND a smug bastard."

"Goodnight, y/n. I'm... looking forward to talking to you tomorrow. I'm uh- enjoying our talks."

"Oh. Y- yeah, same. I mean- goodnight to you too."

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Jeonghan's form was draped across the couch, arm covering his eyes to shield him from the intrusive rays of sunshine that dared to tickle his oh so sensitive face. The apartment lay in comfortable silence, a rare occurrence these days but not unwelcome. You aimlessly scrolled through your phone, enjoying the luxury of being lazy on one of your rare off days.

Usually, it wouldn't be you who'd have to suffer because of Hannie's tendency to take up too much space. It'd become quite normal to see his current conquence and him lounging on the couch, limbs, as well as lips, entangled in a disgustingly open display of love. You'd roll your eyes, questioning yourself, if you'd ever been as bad as him, while you were with any of your exes. You shuddered at the mere thought of them. The past was the past for a reason, wasn't it? You should know this by now.

"Wanna watch a movie today?", you asked absentmindedly, eyes still glued to the colorful pictures of your screen - Pinterest truly was a rabbit hole to get lost in.

Your roommate barely reared his head. "Only if i get to pick. Sick of watching Pride and Prejudice over and over with you."

A groan. "Fine... No movie then." Giggles erupted out of you when you felt Jeonghan's foot digging into your side.

"Is your sugar daddy not gonna call you today?" You felt the heat in your face rise at the teasing edge of his voice. "Or are nudes enough to get him to shut up?"

Your head perked up, your tone quiet "Nudes?"

"As in 'sexy pictures to help him beat his meat on his sexy man business trip'?", Jeonghan raised his arm to glance you up and down.

For some reason, it had never even crossed your mind that this very adult man with adult needs would desire - well - adult pictures from you. You were simply too enthralled by the sweet words thrown your way, that the skeptic within your mind forgot to remind you that this was not, in fact, a normal relationship. Money and talent and contracts were involved in this. And while a large part of why Wonwoo felt drawn to you, must have been your potential as an artist, there was very likely sexual interest as well. Embarrassment simmered in the depths of your stomach, groaning into the air. "Oh fuck."

"Wow, you've never even sent him a sexy selfie or something?"

"Well, it never really came up in conversations!", you squeaked, voice too nervous, too shrill to sound rational.

He pushed himself off his cozy, little spot on the edge of the sofa, a grin now evident on his features. "You guys don't flirt?"

"You know what?", you narrowed your eyes at him, shoving his leg away from your side. "Single you fucking sucks! At least your girlfriends all liked it when you were being an absolute dick to them. Now you just kinda- inflict it all upon me. I can't help it that you're bored without a girlfriend!"

The dig didn't seem to affect him much, the sheer Schadenfreude he felt was enough to brush off your insult. How in the living hell did he always have the upper hand in every argument you guys had? Your leading theories were either A) he had enough practice in torturing his little sister and was happy enough to treat you the same way or B) he was one of Lucifer's very own lackeys. Your money was on theory B. One of these days, you'd find the portray he'd sold his soul for in order to stay young and live out his hedonistic lifestyle - Oscar Wilde style.

"I'm sure I'd be way less bored, if we could watch a different movie that doesn't star Keira Knightley's angry pout", Jeonghan huffed, raising his brow - and while you knew, this was a mere attempt to get a rise out of you, you couldn't help but gasp in offense.

"How dare you? She's a delight in-", your phone vibrated in your lap, attention shifting immediately to the notification you'd received. Your anger was put on halt as you noticed, it was indeed Wonwoo, who had texted you, offense melting away in an instance. "A sec", you mumbled.

"Oh, he's got you whipped!", he laughed.

Pressing on the notification, you gave him one last exasperated look, lips pressed into a pout, "Hannie, please."

[Wonwoo J - 14:12] Flying back today. Care to have dinner at my place tomorrow?

"Oh." Your heart felt like a young bird, threatening to escape the cage that was your ribcage, beating so loud, you barely reigstered your own reply. You'd met him before - more than once, even! - why were you so fucking nervous? Was this normal? Oh god. "H- he invited me to his place tomorrow."

"Oh fun, spicy second date then?"

"What?! Oh my god, he wants to fuck me?! I- I haven't even shaved in like a month!" You shot up onto your knees, fingers still firmly grasping your phone as you stared down at your roommate with panic in your eyes. "He wants to fuck me, right? This is what this means! Right? Right?!"

"Holy shit, calm down." The way his tone remained basically unbothered, only added fuel to the whirlwind of thoughts coursing through your brain, a string of whines slipping past your lips.

"What if he wants to fuck?"

"Then he wants to fuck", he shrugged, nonchalant smirk slowly creeping back onto his face. No matter how annoying Hannie could be, his quiet confidence worked wonders on you in times of stress. "You don't have to do anything, geez. If you also wanna smash your bits together, then wear something sexy or something. Didn't your ex get you the tacky lace set for your birthday? If you don't - then don't? He didn't buy you, y/n, you can say 'no', I'm pretty sure he'll live."

This gave you pause. He had a point, a pretty good one even. Nothing explicit had been stated so far, as to what Wonwoo expected from you in your arrangement. There was... an undeniable interest he had you, that much seemed obvious to you - yet the details were fuzzy to you. What was it that had piqued his interest in you? Sure, there was you talent for are - which you'd have to discuss with him again tomorrow evening - but what else was there? A teeny, tiny part of you screamed and begged for it to be romantic interest - though the more rational part within you wasn't quite so sure. He's a man who could have anything and anyone. So why would he require someone like you in his life, if not, for some strange power fantasy that you probably would never really understand.

You let yourself fall back to your previous position, brows still furrowed as you pinched the bridge of your nose in a feeble attempt to calm your approaching headache. The question still stood - Would you want to fuck Wonwoo? All insecurities and feelings of pressure aside, did you want him? He was attractive, that's for sure. There was something special in the way he presented himself, you felt, a bit awkward, a bit stiff, yet still elegant. You liked the way he texted like a man 20 years his senior, liked that he sent you passages of books he'd read, liked his deep laugh. You swallowed.

"Why the fuck do you still remember the lace set Jonah got me?", you grinned, wrinkling your nose at the memory of your ex.

"Because, for some reason, he thought it was necessary to ask me for my opinion. Such a charmer."

You smacked his arm. "And then you guys got me the tacky one? Tsk, you call yourself my friend."

Jeonghan's smirk only deepened. "You mean, you call me your friend. I just kinda let you." Another smack, this time a tad less gentle than the previous one. "Ow- Alright, alright! Put that energy into your hookup."

Moreso a question than a statement, your gaze shifted back to the display of your phone, thumbs hovering over your keyboard. "Shush you", you snickered. "I gotta respond before he thinks I'm blowing him off."

[y/n - 14:27] sounds good xx pick me up from my place?

Wonwoo's reply came in a matter of seconds.

[Wonwoo J - 14:28] Send me your address

[Wonwoo J - 14:28] I'll send my driver to pick you up.

[y/n - 14:30] will do!! have a safe flight!!!

It should be illegal to feel this giddy about dinner plans. Illegal enough for you to be locked up, so you could calmly succumb to your feelings of yearning for a man so incredibly out if your league, it almost hurt. A sigh on your end, "He'll be so disappointed to hear I haven't done any painting while he was gone."

"Eh", Jeonghan chuckled. "I'm sure that won't be the first thing on his mind once he sees you."

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John Everett Millais, you read, tuning out the distinct chatter of your parents' conversing with your father's work colleague. Your seven year old self had been enthralled by the dark hues on the painting you'd noticed above their dinner table. A woman floating in water, hair a soft shade of red, mouth agape, surrounded by water and flowers - you could feel something profound stir inside your gears then. The unknown evoked emotion you had no inkling of yet, though it felt, as if she could pry them out of you just by her presence.

Why was she in the water? You'd wondered to yourself, your dessert that consisted of cheap strawberry ice cream, completey forgotten. And why was she still wearing her dress? Was she a rich lady? A princess maybe? A sad princess who wanted take a bath in a pond? But if she was a princess, then didn't she have a bathtub in her castle?

Maybe the painter, John Something, knew the answer to all the questions that were floating inside your brain, distracting you from the sweet taste on your tongue. Maybe there were secrets only painters knew when they looked upon a scene to capture. You frowned, thinking about your own pictures. While yours gained a lot of praise from your parents, comparing them to the glamour and sadness of Princess in front of you, let a strange sense of disappointment course through your veins.

And you quickly realized - You weren't one to settle for disappointment. There was a drive, inside that bundle of shame you were subjected to. A drive to do better, to improve, to create. A smile crept its way to your lips. Maybe your mother was right to bring you along to the boring business dinner after all.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You almost jumped at the sound of your phone vibrating with a new notification, nerves already on edge.

[Wonwoo J - 18:02] Should arrive in ca 10 min. I'll see you later.

As soon as you'd received the text, you rushed to the bathroom mirror, reapplying your bold shade of lipstick for the millionth time that evening. Your reflection stared back at you with wide eyes. Would he notice the amount of effort you put into looking effortless?

The drive to Wonwoo's apartment was relatively quiet. His driver had parked directly in front of the entrance to your building, exactly ten minutes after you'd gotten the confirmation, a polite smile graced his lips. It felt a bit too spacious to sit all by yourself in the back, windows tinted black and driver completely silent, focused on the busy road ahead of you. Although, you'd most likely dislike it even more, if he had decided to start a conversation with you - You didn't quite mind, being alone with your thoughts. Fidgeting with the hem of your dress, you listened to the hum of the motor, attempting to drown out the sound of your rapid heartbeat. This would be your second maybe-something-akin-to-a-date... an almost-date. Or did the several phone calls count as something?

"Miss?"

You blinked a few times, turning your head towards the driver, fingers still clutching your dress. "Yes?"

There was a hint of a smile in his tone, as he raised his brows, meeting your eyes through the reer view mirror. "We're here."

"Oh", was your reply, only now realizing how the car had come to a halt, the hum of the engine gone. With heavy legs, you shuffled to open the door. "Thank you so much for picking me up."

He gave you a nod, smile lines appearing around the corners of his eyes. "No problem, Miss. Have a wonderful night."

The calmness of this stranger acted like an antidote to the anxiety poisoning your thoughts, offering a shy smile in return. The kindness stood in stark contrast to the playful harshness your best friend usually soothed you with, though nonetheless effective.

The building was huge, entry halls adorned with minimalistic art, you'd never even seen before. The simplicity of the design, you mused, was too pretentious to admire. The echo of your shoes hitting the marble floor, felt like an intrusion. The gall, the echo sneers at you in your mind, the nerve you must possess daring to trespass. Wealthiness evidently could not buy good taste.

After a dreadfully long elevator ride (and a very awkward coversation with the concierge), you finally find yourself right amidst Wonwoo's four walls. If you could call it that. You weren't quite sure what you'd expected to find - A coffin and a chandelier? White walls and a furniture made of glass? Though reality was far more grounded than one could expect. A row of paintings adorned his walls - some of them modern, some of them clsssics - soft music was coming from, what you presumed to be, his kitchen. It almost seemed... ordinary. You frowned.

"Y/N?", you heard his voice from somewhere out of sight. "Yeah, hi! It's me! The uh- concierge? Let me up, I hope that's okay."

His reply was instant. "Why wouldn't it be? I told him I'm expecting a lady." Your frown melted into a smile at his words. "Come to the kitchen, will you? Dinner's almost done."

Rounding the corner, your ran your fingers through your hair as one last effort to tidy yourself up more. Any confidence you'd tried to muster up prior, faltered at the sight of him. Gone was the usual business suit, traded for a nice black shirt and jeans. You were painfully aware of your contrasting attire, the urge to curse yourself feeling unbearable. His back was facing you, unscrewing a way to expensive looking bottle of wine.

"Hi", you greeted again.

His eyes immediately lit up as he turned to face you, a smile hanging off his lips. "You- Oh, wow." his brows shot up, his long fingers adjusting the frame of his glasses, as if he to check the validity of the image in front of him. "You look-"

"I'm sorry if this is too much? I don't know why I thought, you'd meant like a proper dinner, that's on me", the longer you spoke, the heavier your chest, your brain begging you to shut up already.

Wonwoo merely shook his head, softly laughing. "Well, I'm not complaining, don't worry-"

"Also so sorry I interrupted you, I didn't mean to." A pause followed.

"Hm", he cocked his head to the side, gaze searching your own. His frame, even in casual clothing was just as intimidating as you remembered. "Still so shy and nervous? I didn't expect that."

"I'm not shy-"

"But the evening's still young", he smiled at the appearance of your pout. "And I hope you like take out. I tried cooking one of Mingyu's recipes and it was... not as easy as expected."

Any snarky comment died right on your tongue at his tone. Taking one of the half full glasses located on his marble counter top, you quipped, "Harder than it looks to recreate artistry like that, right?"

He gazed down at you, taking a sip of wine himself. "And you're a great cook then, I assume?"

Without meaning to, your shoulder brushed against his arm, the proximity after all these evenings getting to know him making you dizzier than the alcohol. This is the same Wonwoo, you reminded yourself. The same cat loving, nerdy man you've been talking to all those days. "That's for you to find out next time."

For a blink of an eye you thought you saw his chest rise and shoulders stiffen, though his face remained the same mask of indifference you were used to. You considered this a triumph. "Well uh- I can't wait to find out."

Once dinner finally arrived, korean food made a restaurant you'd never heard of, you settled in his dining room with your second glass of wine of the evening. Deciding to ignore the gnawing question of just how expensive the bottle must have been. The food was way too well prepared to let bad thoughts ruin it either way. Conversation was just as easy as you remembered it. You'd gasp at any teasing remark and he gave affirming nods when you vented about work, art or your very impossible roommate. Though the latter conversation topic never seemed to earn you any smiles.

"And Layla was the...?", his face scrunched up as he tried to remember, leaning back in his chair. "Waitress? She seems sweet from what you've told me, what happened?"

You shook your head, giggling into your glass. "Exactly! What happened!", a sigh. "But he's great. Sometimes that is. When he's not lying to make me look stupid or convince me to do dumb stuff."

"Like what?", he asked, fingertip brushing alongside the glass. You really did hope he had yet to catch you staring at his hands.

You waved him off with a flick of your wrist, groaning at the memory of all of Jeonghan's previous shenanigans. "One time he gaslit me - and yes, it was gaslighting! - into making me do his laundry for a month! A month! I can't believe I fell for it too", you'd bury your face in your hand if you didn't have any makeup on. "He even convinced me to wear all this, can you believe him? Dress, lace set, hairdo-"

"Lace set?", Wonwoo repeated. Your smile dropped in an instant.

"What?"

"You said he made you wear a lace set." It wasn't a question, really. It was a statement the needed an answer. A response, an explanation, a confession. Every fiber of your being stood alert, ready to flee the scene and fling yourself off the balcony if needed.

Your eyes drifted to your empty plate, looking for an appropriate response in the remnants of your kimchi rice. "I did?"

"I'm afraid so." You weren't sure when Wonwoo had left his seat, his long legs looking too handsome as he sauntered closer to you. "Were you hoping on me seeing you in it tonight?", he asked, now only a few steps away from you.

A trap question. He knew your answer already, you were sure. It was the hidden sadistic nature in him that urged you out of your shell and into the humiliation of utter vulnerability. In a last act of defiance, you blinked up at where he stood, not paying heed to the beating of your heart. "Hannie told me to-"

"Since when are you doing what anyone tells you to?" The warmth of his fingers found your cheek. His touch felt electrifying. "If you don't want me to see, all you have to do is tell me. Use your words."

Your breath hitched in your throat. "I... hoped you would."

A smirk spread on his lips, bending down until he was on eye level with you. Licking his lips, his eyes drifted down to yours, an unspoken question lingering between you, before he rasped, "That's what I thought."

He had you on your back, dress long discarded between the couch and the dining room, as you lay there writhing in your underwear, his mouth pressing open mouthed kisses to you neck. The friction of your bra against the silky fabric of his shirt felt almost sinful as his hand reached for your chest, quiet whines slipping past your lips. Whatever you'd hoped for, you'd never have thought he'd actually want you like this. Maybe the alcohol had messed with your brain too much.

"You're so pretty like this", Wonwoo breathed, slipping your panties to the side before he ran his thumb over your clit. A sharp inhale escaped you, body jolting against him in surprise. He smiled into your skin. "Let me hear you."

It felt forbidden to see him still this in control, while you were somewhere between bliss and anxiety. He lay fully clothed on top of you, using his knees to spread your thighs apart for easier access, glasses foggy. You'd almost giggle at the sight. "Fuh- Oh", you gasped, a finger finally sliding into you, wetness coating his hand in the blink of an eye. "Wonwoo..."

A soft laugh. "Yeah?"

"More", you demanded, hips grinding into his steadily moving hand.

"More? Whatever could she mean?" He grinned at your frustrated huff, kissing the top of your lace covered breasts.

"You know!", you grumbled. Or whined. You weren't quite so sure anymore.

He complied to your demands, adding another, long finger, heel of his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit. Moan after moan tumbled from your parted lips, pressure rising in the pit of your stomach with every flick of his wrist. It'd been too long for you to properly relish this moment, pleasure almost too fleeting before even falling off the edge. An artist's curse to live in melancholy and nostalgia.

As your hip brushing against his crotch, he finally let a moan of his own slip, squeezing his eyes shut. The sight was almost too much to bear for you. He looked so handsome like this - cheeks flushed, slightly out of breath. You stared in awe. "Your pussy's so tight", he sighed.

"Won-" a gasp. And with a brush against your spongie spot inside you and the friction against your clit, you let go. Pleasure illuminating your whole body. Wonwoo could swear you shined as bright as any beacon at that moment.

He kissed your lips for the final time, soft and sweet, before he gathered you up in his arms, hugging your fucked out form closet to his chest. "What about you?", he heard you mumble, face buried in the crook of his neck. He only shook his head, reaching for a blanket to cover you with. "I'm tired."

You'd slept surprisingly well on his couch, the fabric of the cushions softer than most of the bedsheets you'd slept in. Though as you stretched out to find the man on your mind, you were met with an empty spot. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, after sex exhaustion and alcohol making your lids feel especially heavy this morning. "Oh fuck", you cursed softly, images from last night flooding your mind. The memories of his lips on your skin, his kisses, his hands... It was way too early to think about all of this.

You rolled to your side, on the search for your phone, a creme colored envelope catching your eye immediately. Careful not to tear the paper, you squinted trying to make out Wonwoo's handwriting.

Last night was lovely. I transferred some money to your account - There's a new art dealer in town. Let's talk soon.

Money. Oh. Yeah, you remembered. This is what this was about, how could you forget? It's an arrangement first and foremost. Your fingers felt numb as you held the piece of paper in the too big, too expensive, too empty apartment of Jeon Wonwoo. Wealthy trustfund kid, CEO to be Jeon Wonwoo. How could you forget?

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berrieluv · 2 years

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gross!Peter Parker, angsty smut ?? (if that's possible), kinda an argument, peter feeling insecure, somnophilia, piss kink, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of Peter gaining weight, mentions of peter thinking on non-con, male masturbation, idk what else. this kinda wanted to turn into an angst.

i swear this is the last gross!peter parker, i just had to write it.

"Peter did you wash your hands?" You asked while looking at him eating fries, the ketchup tainting his fingers and him cleaning them with his tongue.

You weren't a genius or a time traveler, but you knew Peter was jerking off a moments ago before you arrived home. It was borderline concerning how much he could go in a day, seeing his hand without his cock was now a weird occurrence.

Peter felt everything almost three times more than everyone else and that was something you knew, you discovered it when you fell for him first but he showed you no matter how hard you tried, your heart could never beat for him as fast as his does for you.

Things being kinda similar in sex, you knew he could cum faster because he felt the sensations in a more intense way that you did. But still, that wasn't enough explanation of why he wouldn't stop masturbating.

It was hot at first, coming home, being receiving by the tenue kitchen lights while everything else was dark, hearing Peter little whimpers and your name coming out of your mouth, now it was so recurrent it was disgusting.

So why did it turn you on even more than before?

The thought of Peter making you dinner with the same hands he used to stroke his cock made your pussy feel a little tickle, but him taking your cheeks with his hand to kiss your lips in a desperate way, that definitely made you wet. "Your cock is gonna get stuck in your fucking hand if you don't stop jerking off" You comment, taking an apple from the bowl and biting on it while Peter looked at you with a smirk.

"What? Don't act like it doesn't turn you on, doll"

"It's disgusting" You say, intending to leave your bag in the couch and quickly moving it to the chair, taking your shoes off. "You do nothing but masturbate. Look at this place, a fucking mess again" You started to push Peter's patience. "And don't fucking call me 'doll', I don't like it when you do it"

"When I do it?" He asked, accentuating the pronoun; "Who you like it to come from then?"

"The old Peter" You were quick to answer "The one that actually was actually useful for this marriage"

"So you're mad at me because I stopped taking care of everything?"

At this point the both of you knew you were playing, Peter found a strange feeling of arouse building when you started to degrade him and you started to feel tickles all around your body when he could call you a brat.

"Everything?" You yelled "You barely did something, Peter. You're so fucking lucky I have a good job, otherwise we would've still living with your aunt"

"You're just jealous because I was brave enough"

"Brave enough for what, Peter? For being lazy?"

"To give up what doesn't make me happy, a thing you would, and could never fucking do. You're so scared of disappointing people who doesn't care about you, you're stuck in a job you don't like, in a department you don't want, with a husband you don't feel attracted to anymore!"

And you both knew, one of the biggest dangers of the play you both were playing was exactly that. At some moment, it stopped being a game.

Did Peter really thought you don't feel attracted to him? Yes, you didn't like your job, but not enough for quitting all the benefits it gave you, it allowed Peter to live the life he wanted, and that was always enough for you, and more important than Peter, it allowed you to live the life you wanted. The only thing you didn't love about your department was the lousy streets of Brooklyn, and the fact that you wanted to move to New York but Peter could never leave his aunt, and you could never leave your family.

Everything Peter and you have done was for love and for each other, every decision taken and every step walked was because you loved each other, and never, not even for a second, it would occurred to you it was the opposite.

"You should fucking know where the role draws the line, dickhead"

You hissed, completely mad, furious, how dare he calling you weak, a coward, without stopping to think that even if he wasn't enjoying the life he used to live, it didn't mean others weren't enjoying themselves.

And Peter felt awful, because he got hard the exact moment you walked through the door, because he couldn't stop thinking about you and the many ways he'll drop his cum inside and outside of you, and he knew you were hurt, but fuck did he need to find release.

He didn't intend to hurt you, he was expecting a 'Let me show you how much I am not attracted to you' kind of sex, rewinding his words, he could see that maybe he went a little too far with it.

Would it be prudent to intrude the tranquility you just found by entering the room? Your steady breath let him know you finally fell asleep. And he should fix the problem, he should try to talk to you like old Peter would, his old self would never allow you to go to bed upset, fuck, his old-self would never even think of saying those things.

However, his old-self didn't know how fucking great it felt when you called him lazy and made fun of his life plans, his old-self would never experience how fast it made him cum the mere action of putting your pajamas aside and slowly thrusting into you, carefully to not wake you up, festering his movements because you felt too fucking good only to heard your sleepy voice murmuring how wet you were and how you thought it was a dream only to feel embarrassed about how much you 'cum' while sleeping.

He was tempted to go in and fuck you, without caring if you said 'no' (safe-word stablished), but he wasn't that of an asshole. So he just walked away from the bedroom, the mattress he recently had the opportunity to sleep in again, now back in the old game when he refused to take a shower, what? two days ago? He didn't even remember.

He lied on the couch for a few minutes before closing his eyes, his painful erection wanting to get free from his shorts. And yes, you could be a bit of a drama queen, but he could never disrespect you like that. You went to sleep horny is only fair he does it too, even when his cock is looking at him, trying to rise under the shorts' fabric, even when doing nothing about it was unbelievable painful.

Maybe a touch wouldn't hurt?

He lets a moan scape when his hand rubs his clothes cock, but that should be enough. He had to be strong, for you.

But wouldn't you want him to have a nice night of sleep? Maybe touching it a little bit more would do the trick, just to calm it.

Seconds after Peter was fully pumping his cock, his shorts by his knees and his hips going up, your name coming out as small, almost inaudible moans.

Yes, Peter could be a bit of a fuck up lately, but another woman would never cross his mind during any sexual activity, didn't matter if it was with you or by himself.

Well, there we go again. The loads of cum were falling from him while he moved his hand through his – now - creamy cock, his abdomen was tainted and some drops reached the sofa too.

He thought about it now, about in which part his life turned into a (retired)super-hero, the best student in class now without a job, sleeping in his own release because his wife wouldn't want him near her.

Peter didn't go through it much, he knew you loved him, and he was fine by being a trophy husband. He could actually see himself attending business parties just making sure you were alright and flashing others with your intelligence and professionalism, just being known as 'Y/N Parker's husband'.

He tapped his now bigger belly, felling the waistband of his short tighten it, while his hand rested on his hairy chest, he wondered if it ever made you uncomfortable, if it did, you never let him now. Maybe he should try to be more like you wanted him to be and less like he wanted to be.

By the time the clock hit 12:00 o'clock, you woke up. Like an alarm was set up your eyes opened.

"Fuck you, Peter" You mumbled when you felt your panties wet, the uncomfortable sensation invading you while you walked to the living room, taking the scissors when you passed by the kitchen. Peter was not a heavy sleeper, he was kinda easy to wake up, but a part of him relaxed when he was home, when you were around, he allowed himself to sleep better and it was harder for something to make him wake up.

You'll make sure to buy him another shorts, you thought, while passing the scissors through all the fabric, leaving him almost naked, he shook a little when by accident the cold metal of the scissors touched his skin, but nothing to make him wake up.

His cock was peacefully sleeping when you got on top of him, being a little difficult for you to get it inside of you, thankfully, your wet cunt helped it to slide easier.

"Fuck..." you moaned in release, when you tell you were needing this it wasn't a lie.

Once he was all in your hips moved in circles around his pelvis, your hand went straight to your clit and started caressing it. "Go back to sleep, Pete. I'll take care of this myself"

You said as soon as you saw Peter opening his eyes, feeling his cock hardening inside of you. You clench your pussy around him and he can't help but moan, like a slut.

"God, Peter, you're so noisy. Shut up."

He nods, pretending to obey but knowing he wasn't near to accomplish the task, how could he when you were acting like that.

Peter's hands were trying to find something to hold since you deprived him to touch you; "Doll, you're fucking hot" He murmurs.

"You too, Pete" You said, jumping on his cock "You're so– fuck... You're so fucking big, Peter, when did you... where did this belly came from? when..." Your question was interrupted by a moan, and that only made Peter smile "when did you filled out like this?"

"Suits me?"

He ask, nonchalantly, while you were coming undone by using his cock.

"Yes-yes, yes, yes, suits you so fucking much, Pete. God, I love it"

Peter only smirks while finally taking your hips, helping you to go up and down on his cock, he doesn't make much of a show when he cums for the first time, being what you both are use to, he would finish inside of you multiple times after this.

His own cum starts to drain down his cock and his hands start to stroke your ass, taking it with both of them so he could move your body faster.

Definitely, Spider-Man would always be a blessing.

He hugs your body and pulls you to his chest, fast, in an aggressive way, only to keep you clenched to him and move his hips to go in and out of you faster.

"You' good, baby? You like it?" He says and you look at him with teary eyes, nodding "Of course you do, my love. You're such a fucking whore for my cock, aren't you?"

And you are, so you answer that question by jumping faster once you got away from his chest.

"Honey, come back to bed"

You begged, missing his warm body by your side, Peter could feel the change in your mood, not only for the pet-name but because of the soft, concerned voice you have used.

That dialogue wasn't about sex anymore, it was about you missing him. His wife missed him.

And he swore he could cry at that exact moment if it wasn't because of the gutural moan you let out and your heavier sit. You stood from his cock once you felt done, your thick white cum being expelled from your cunt and landing on Peter's cock.

You sit on him, without having him inside again and rub your hips, scattering both; yours and his cum on your bodies.

"That was so gross, doll" He said, stunned that it was you and not him "Now you have me all covered in cum. I'm not taking a shower"

You smile and lean down to reach his lips; "Good thing I won't either"

Your rubs start to go faster, your clit feeling aroused by the friction of his abdomen with it, you could end there, he orgasmed three times and you had enough with one, but your body had a mind of its own and kept going, aggressively rubbing your clit against his skin, holding yourself with your hands in his chest and feeling how a more load of cum was exiting your pussy, completely getting rubbed on Peter's torso.

"Fuck, doll. Kept going, fuck, I don't even wanna cum anymore I just want you to get us dirtier"

"Pete, Pete, stop, please, no more" You cried, still moving against his body.

"I'm barely touching you, princess"

"Please, please, no, no more, daddy, yes? No more" Peter got instantly hard, it had been too long since you called him that, he completely forgot the nickname. "Stop it, daddy, wanna pee, please"

Now he did have you rubbing against him, his big strong hands moving your body on top of him, not allowing you to stop.

"Go on, baby. Pee on daddy's cock"

You shake your head, a bit embarrassed, while that fucking bastard only smirked. "You have no other choice, princess. You either do it or we never finish this"

You let out a lousy moan and lift your hips, feeling yourself letting go and crying at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and disgust.

"Mean, daddy"

You pout, and Peter swears he wants to take you right there again, ignoring completely the fact that he feels like he can barely move anymore. He can't even remember when was the last time he had you al submissive and pouty, all for himself.

He hugs you and rubs your back, his naughty hand touching through your folds making you squirm on top of him.

"No more, daddy" You plead.

"No more, princess. Daddy's taking you to bed, alright?"

No shower though, just you and him and you recently cleaned bed. Of course if you asked him for a shower he would take care of every inch of skin, he had memorized how to do it and you just needed to let him know, but judging by your tired gaze, he would only take you to bed.

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starrycassi · 5 months

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Out of character.

Andrew is the last person that one would expect to be insecure about himself. But, sometimes, some days, some nights.

Or the one where Nicky indirectly causes his cousin's marriage.

When Neil wakes up, the air is wrong.

Instinctively, he checks his own pulse, to make sure that he isn't having a heart attack. He isn't, so, that is good. He checks his own breathing, sits down in bed and looks around, makes sure that his body is okay. Or as okay as it can be after a specially rough night in the rink. US against Canada, the match of the year.

They won, so, that is good. His inner health is okay, also. No signs of any panic attacks coming, or anything of the sorts. Betsy taught him how to identify them.

The air is still wrong.

He takes a deep breath. It isn't the putrid, nose-clogging, overly sweet fragrance he is used to, and that's not good. It isn't sugary syrup and chocolate pancakes, it isn't colorful cereals and strawberry milk. It isn't anything Andrew usually ate for breakfast.

That sets off all his alarms. That was not good. Andrew, like him, has good days and bad days and days when eating is too much of a task for him to perform and he ends up just wanting to sleep in all day. Neil takes care of him, those days. Brings him food, water, and tries to be as quiet as possible throughout the day. If he can't do it, Renee will, and if they can't, Kevin will, and sometimes even Aaron shows up. Nicky's living in Germany now, but he makes sure to video chat often enough.

It's 8 am, already. Neil usually wakes up earlier. He runs out of the bed and into the kitchen, worried. What if it is too late, too late to cook, too late to bake, too late to order delivery, too late to call for an ambulance, too late to give him cpr, too late to-

Andrew is just sitting there, peacefully. In front of him, a bowl of salad. He's eating it

That is weird. Neil's brain doesn't have enough information about the situation to actually do anything. He locks his eyes in Andrew's face, and stares.

Andrew looka up, places his fork down in the green-filled bowl, and smiles.

That isn't good. Oh, God.

Neil suddenly feels so, so lost. He's seen Andrew smile a hundred times before. Under the meds, he smiled all the time; after that, just in a couple of very quick, small gestures on very certain events. A "blink and you'll miss it" situation.

This isn't genuine. This looks copypasted, and suddenly they are 19-ish again, sitting at the bleachers of the PSU exy's court, Andrew smiling at nothing and Neil frowning at him.

"Did you sleep well, honey?"

Wrong. Andrew's voice usually doesn't sound like that. He never says "honey". His tone is off. Is he mad? Playing a prank? Neil's heart skips a beat. The only logical explanation is that, somehow, in the middle of their slumber, Katelyn and him swapped minds and this man in front of him is, actually, Aaron. But this is his mind, and his body, and his house, so not that.

The other suitable theory is that Andrew was been cloned by idiot aliens in his sleep. That seems better.

"Neil? I asked... I asked if you slept well, baby?"

Neil takes one step back.

Andrew and him are not some sort of loveless, tragic, doomed marriage. They are a happy "technically we're secretly married just for the legal and tax benefits" couple, and Andrew is a lovely "technically" husband. He brings Neil new notebooks with funky covers for him to do maths and doodle on, he makes sure that Neils running shoes are in their best shape and a pair is always by the door and ready to be used, he buys electrolytes and a lot of vegetables he doesn't even like, he does small, little things, everyday, to make his "technically" husband's life better.

He never, EVER, calls him baby, though. As a joke, perhaps. When he wants to point out his stupidity and immaturity. Never as a pet name.

This is wrong.

Andrew, smiling, squinted at him. He isn't wearing his glasses. He isn't in his usual outfit. There was more skin showing than it would usually be. Andrew wore pants and long sleeves whenever he could, and this isn't exactly a babydoll, but he's wearing nothing more than his boxers and a wife-beater that belongs to Neil and looks way too tight and a bit too long on him.

He gets up, his smile carved into his face like a curse to bear and not the blessing to witness it usually was. He walks straight to Neil, and his eyes look completely out of it.

Neil should've dealt with things better. Realize that his "technically" husband is intoxicated. But instinct overtakes him, and in less than two minutes, he hastily puts on a pair of running shoes and leaves the house without a word.

He's a shitty "technically" husband.

To try and amend that, he stops in a park that he knows well by now, takes a few deep breaths, and calls Betsy Dobson.

Calling Betsy Dobson is one of his least favorite activities. That means something is wrong, and he kikes it when things are good.

(Andrew banned the word "fine" from the household. Good was an easy replacement)

So Neil calls Betsy and explains the situation with guilt, because leaving Andrew alone was a shitty move, Betsy confirms she will call Andrew, and Neil runs back to the house. Betsy calls him back in the middle of the way, says that Andrew's safety isn't compromised, and tries to get him to talk about himself and his feelings about the situation.

He hangs up.

He gets to the house in record time. The 20 minutes it usually takes him to return from the Gardenia Park turned into ten minutes, minutes crushed under his shoes, under his desperation to get back, under the curses at himself for his reaction, under his attempt to think about what is going on, and his many illogical ideal on how to deal with it.

Perhaps he shouldn't hang up on Dobson, in the future.

It's strange, but relieving, to see Andrew, his Andrew, open the door. Black sweater, grey sweatpants, glasses, Andrew. Mildly annoyed, quiet, Andrew. His "technically" husband. His lover. The man he loves. Really, actually, literally, loves.

Andrew rolls his eyes at him and his whole appearance, scowling, and the world is back on track, "Feeling better, rabbit?"

He moves from the door and Neil gets in, smiling. Yeah. Better. Rabbit is a lovely pet name. He likes it. Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit. He likes it. The world is spinning again.

"A bit. Feeling better, geumbal?"

Andrew stays silent, probably trying to remember what the foreign word means.

But that's fine. Uh, good. That's good. Neil drops himself on the couch, panting a bit. This was an extremely confusing situation, and he's beginning to question if it was real or he ran too much and his lack of oxygen made him halucinate or something when Andrew sighs, heavily, and asks, as a force of habit, "Yes or no?"

It's always a yes, and Neil says so. Andrew sits down next to him, and they aren't cuddling, but this is everything Neil could ever possibly have

"So..."

Andrew sighs, again.

"I'll say this, once. Coach sent us some vodka to celebrate yesterday's thing. I drank. Nicky called. He gave me some advice and I was intoxicated enough to try and follow it"

Neil can't help but burst out laughing.

The idea of Nicky trying to give Andrew some love advice is incredibly funny, but Andrew doesn't laugh, or chuckle, or call him stupid or something. He tenses his jaw and looks at the wall, and that's not good.

"I'm glad it was amusing to you, Josten"

"You're technically a Josten too, you know?"

That usually does it. Andrew turns around and Neil acts like he can't see the blush on his "technically" husband's face. Or he calls Neil a ridiculous sap. Or he vaguely says something about divorce rates on same sex couples.

Dobson would want them to talk about things. Andrew would probably listen to her advice and they'll do it anyway. So, might as well.

"Truth for truth. Yes or no?"

Andrew looks at him, lifting his eyebrows. He looks somewhat impressed. It's a spark, and then it's gone. They haven't been playing that, lately. They live, work and sleep together. There's no room for a lot of secrets.

"Yes. Ask"

Neil nods, and gets himself ready. He tries to think about the best, most cohesive way to word his question. Over the years, he's gotten better at covering all his bases in a single question, so Andrew can't claim that he should ask smarter questions if he wants better answers. But his brain is acting weird, and he hasn't eaten anything yet, and he's now used to breakfast, which, isn't it crazy, that Neil Josten is used to breakfast? And that someone usually cooks it for him? And that they share it, calmly and in silence, just because they're both free to do so?

"What led you to listen to Nicky when, before, you never really did that, even drunk or drugged?"

It's a bit of a tongue twister to spit out, but he manages just fine. Andrew frowns some more, and sighs, again. He looks everywhere but at Neil. He's ashamed. Sad. He's uncomfortable. But, he tells himself, he said yes, and this is Neil, and Neil would never hurt him on purpose. And he wants this. He wants to talk about it. And isn't it so crazy, that Andrew Minyard is going to talk about himself? And that someone will listen to him? Just because this is what they both want?

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not perfect. And even more contrary to popular belief, I am aware of that. I know that I'm not the most pleasant person to be around. I was thinking about it, these days, you know, with the legal paperwork and that. I guess I want to change a bit. For the better"

It's nice, to say it to someone who isn't Bee. It's nice, to look into Neil's eyes and see the millions of emotions running under them. It's nice, to know that 14-yo Andrew Doe would never believe he can say those words to someone. It's nice, to know that 20-yo Andrew Minyard would never want to say those words to someone. It's nice, to be Andrew Minyard-Josten, and simply sit on the sofa and talk things through with his lover. It's nice, to have a lover he actually loves, and wants, and chooses.

Neil leans in, and he mutters the question, and Andrew says yes because he fucking wants to and not because someone is holding a knife to his throat or something like that. They kiss, slowly, with feelings and all that sappy bullshit Andrew Doe wanted to have. They kiss, kindly, and they're so close that Andrew Minyard would have a panic attack and lash out. They kiss.

Then they take a break to breathe. Andrew asks and Neil says no, whispering and chuckling like an idiot, and Andrew may be blushing from the heat of the moment, but he moves away from Neil because they're both safe here. Safe to say yes. Safe to say no.

"I just- I want my question. Ask me again after that"

Andrew doesn't really need to think this one through. His mouth moves before his brain does, vomiting his biggest worry at the moment.

"If you could, what would you... change, in me?"

It's a question he never planned on saying. It feels weird. Like someone else, some lovey dovey married moron, said it. But perhaps that's the kinda person he's becoming. After all, to be loved is to evolve, or something like that.

Neil hums in silence, and Andrew is AJ, Andrew Doe, Andrew Minyard and a ball of anxiety all at once, and then, "Well, full honesty? There's something I'm fucking tired of. I think it's utter bullshit"

And he gets down on one knee. And they didn't do this. They did the legal paperwork, but never this, not this, and Andrew can feel his heart stopping and his idiot of a soon-to-be-again husband has absolutely no ring but that's fine, that's fine because he has Andrew's heart and what else can they fuckin need?

"Andrew Minyard Josten. Yes, or no?"

He never planned this. He never even allowed himself to dream about this, but, God, he's earned it. He wants this, and the "technically" thing was getting old and the sun is coming from the windows and Neil looks somewhat like an angel and they're thirty already and isn't this so weird when did they turn thirty he never planned to make it this far and it's like ten am already and neither one of them's had an actual breakfast and they're both in pajamas and-

"Yes"

And they go back to the whole kissing thing.

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thewondelandifulcafe · 6 months

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First! - Leona Kingscholar

Title: First!

Menu: Twisted Wonderland

Beverage: Thai Bubble Tea

Main Dish(es): Donuts

Side Dish(es): Pies: Pumpkin Pie, Ice Cream Sandwich

Spoilers: None (as far as I know of)

Trigger Warning: None as far as I know.

Summary: Leona and Y/N are in a relationship, he become sensitive and very paranoid about someone being more important than he was to you. Leona always being seen as second had enough, he was determined to be your first, he refused to accept anything less.

Notes: Y/N is GN. It’s been a while since I wrote for Twisted Wonderland, so please don’t be mad if Leona is out of character. I am writing again! Mostly for only Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me because while I am doing the other series, I need to catch up on them. I’m also starting to write for another series called Record of Ragnarok so if you want to request something for that go ahead!

3rd Person POV

Ah, love. It brought out the best out of people like but it brought out the worst in others, like Leona. The normally confident, arrogant Leona became insecure seeing everyone as an enemy. He became scared, nervous, a deep sense of envy seeing Y/N just walking past someone. Being seen as second best always took a toll on Leona, he didn’t want to be Y/N’s second, no, he wanted to be their first. After all he was their boyfriend, he should expect to be their first.

He was Y/N’s first, their first boyfriend, the first on their list, but Leona’s paranoid didn’t let him see that. He misunderstood everything, but never acted on it. Until he misheard you talking about Malleus, god did he hate that lizard. One misunderstanding could set him off, he was sensitive despite how he showed himself to others. You were talking with Silver, well more like you pretended he could hear you since he was sleeping. “Malleus is…” you said, you didn’t realize that Leona was listening in.

Malleus was what? Was he weird, annoying, rude? What? The worst came to worst when Leona’s paranoid filled on the gaps, Malleus was sweet, handsome, better, first. Leona’s eyes widened, he didn’t stay too long to find out what you actually said. He dashed off for his dorm room, curling into a ball as he sobbed.

His nightmare came true. He was second! Not first, but second to that lizard. He cried, wondering what did he or what did Malleus do for that to happen. Sure, Leona was a bit arrogant and rude, but not to Y/N. The insults were just jokes, Y/N knew that, right? He cried, trying to find an explanation for why he became second. Then he heard a knock, he struggled to get onto his feet, opening the door with trembling hands.

He hoped it was Y/N, he just hoped it was. Sure enough it was, Y/N entered the room to find a tear stained Leona. “What happened?” Y/N asked, they walked closer to Leona, bringing him into a hug. Leona sniffed into Y/N’s shoulder. “Is Malleus your first now?” he asked like a child asking his parents if they still loved them. Y/N looked confused, they couldn’t understand what Leona meant by first.

“No he’s not my first, you are,” Y/N corrected, Leona didn’t buy it. He gave Y/N a look that meant ‘Don’t lie’. “But I’m not lying Leo,” Y/N said, running their fingers through Leona’s hair. Leona didn’t believe it, but he was trying to, he nuzzled his face in Y/N’s chest. “I heard you say ‘Malleus is first’,” Leona said, he looked at Y/N’s eyes as they lit up when they understood what Leona meant. “You didn’t hear properly, I said ‘Malleus is helpful’ to Silver since he helped me when my homework,” Y/N smiled, they saw as Leona’s eyes lit up a tiny bit. “Really?” Leona asked, he waited for confirmation, that’s all he needed, a yes, he trusted Y/N with his life. “Yes,” Y/N smiled.

Leona hugged Y/N tightly, not wanting to let go. He sighed in relief, just a misunderstanding, he needed to work on his paranoia, but right now all he wanted was to cuddle with Y/N. He’ll worried about it later.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona #kingscholar #leona x reader #twst yuu #Twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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kandisheek · 3 months

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FIC REC WEEK 6 - SMUT

rough enough for love by silkspectred

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 14,562 Tags: Age Difference, Supersoldier Serum, Established Relationship

Summary: The first time they had sex was right after their first kiss. Steve dropped to his knees and then Tony reciprocated after making Steve lie down on the bed. The second time it was Steve that initiated it, slow handjobs under the hot spray of the shower, and Tony looked surprised by it. Like it was weird that Steve wanted it. Wanted him.

Reasons why I love it: I can't even explain how much I love this fic. There are so many things about it – like the sheer fact how much Steve loves Tony and how he is so turned on by him, how they actually TALK about their feelings instead of bottling them up, the sex marathons, the trust – I could go on. Check this one out if you haven't already, I promise you won't regret it!

Before It's Time for Sunny-Down by Annie D (scaramouche)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 1,721 Tags: Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Masturbation

Summary: Tony and Steve spend a lazy Sunday afternoon together in the tower.

Reasons why I love it: This is one of my comfort fics. It's so soft and sweet and hot in a really understated way. Tony and Steve are so comfortable with each other, and seeing this quiet moment between them just sparks so much imagination about what their relationship might be like. It's lovely stuff. Definitely check this one out, you'll love it!

love the sin, love the sinner by silkspectred

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 10,585 Tags: Lack of Communication, Realistic Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: It keeps happening. Not often, just once or twice a month, but it keeps happening. Always in the same way: it’s unplanned, sudden, unexpected, Steve is surprised and eager, his dick goes from zero to one hundred in two seconds, Tony’s touch is electric, everything he does drives Steve crazy, but he never lets Steve kiss him, he very rarely looks Steve in the eye, he never talks, never makes a sound when he comes, never mentions it later.

Reasons why I love it: Oh Tony, you insecure little bean. The miscommunication is handled really well here, and I love how Tony opens up once it becomes clear that there's been a mistake in his understanding of what's going on. Watching it all from Steve's PoV makes it even better. I love this one to bits, and I bet you will too!

Not That I'm Complaining by scribblywobblytimeylimey

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,247 Tags: Spontaneous Blowjob, Post-Mission, Cockblocking Aliens

Summary: The next time they save the world, Steve sucks Tony off against the wall without a word of explanation. Tony’s pretty okay with it.

Reasons why I love it: Jesus Christ, this one is so hot. How the hell the author managed to make this not only one of the most scorching smut fics I've ever read but to also pivor to humor in the middle and towards the end as well, I'll never know. This fic is the best thing since sliced bread, and you can't change my mind.

In Exchange by Del_Rion

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 12,532 Tags: Point System, Sexual Favors, Sex Toys

Summary: It all began with an off-hand remark, and there shouldn’t have been any cause for it to escalate… until Tony keeps finding himself indebted to Steve – and Steve enjoys collecting his dues.

Reasons why I love it: If I had a choice, I would want to read a billion words in this universe. It's just so perfect, the way they fall into their arrangement, how Steve actually manages to shock Tony by calling him on his bluff, and all the subsequent hotness that follows. This fic is so fucking good, so please do yourself a favor and go read it!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs #smut

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pureblisswrites · 10 months

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𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎

"Can we stop playing this game, Felix?" You question. You're tired now, of all the chasing, the never getting together, the compliments and then the insults, the fights and then hugging and pretending that it never happened.

"What game?" He questions back, tilting his head slightly to the side with that stupid innocent smile of his that made you fall for him in the first place. When you didn't know it was fake, that is. (inspired by this drabble I wrote)

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Reader (ft. Slight Changbin x Reader)

GENRE: Song-inspired fic (psycho- red velvet) (and inspired by dlc mv! Felix for some reason)

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Suggestive themes, contains dark themes like toxic relationships, manipulation, love bombing, possessiveness, jealousy and more. (I mean have you the heard the song this is inspired from?) If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading.

SYNOPSIS: You and Felix are in a very weird and strange relationship. If you can even call it a 'relationship' that is.

"Will you atleast hear me out!?" You almost shouted as soon as you entered his apartment. "Felix!" You hold his wrist to stop him from walking away as his back is to you. He turns around to look you into eyes and his eyes are so cold. He snatches his wrist from your hold without another word. "Oh my God, can you atleast stop ignoring me?" You finally shout now, no longer able to contain yourself.

"What do you want?" He asks in an irritated tone, whirling around to face you again.

"Just hear me out." You try to say calmly again.

"And why the fuck should I do that, huh?" He walks towards you at a fast pace and you back off until you're against the wall, with him directly in front of you, his gaze sharp. "I don't want to hear how you almost fucked your ex while I wasn't here." He said in a low voice harshly. Coming even closer to your face.

"He isn't my ex. And I didn't almost fuck him." You reply.

"Just because you tell a fucking lie, doesn't make it true."

"I'm not lying."

"What else explains you almost sitting in his lap while touching and staring at his lips like a pathetic bitch who has never kissed anyone?" He sounded so mean and condescending and you knew it was intentional. You didn't know if it made it better or worse though.

You gritted your teeth at his tone but tried to remain rational and calm to give him the explanation of what actually happened but fuck, if wasn't he making it difficult as hell. "He got into a fight and busted his lip. I was just helping him clean that up as any good friend would."

"Friend." He scoffed after repeating the word. "Last I remembered you didn't just fuck your friends multiple times?"

"That was so long ago and 4 times isn't multiple times. And you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."

"Care to repeat that?" He whispered while dropping his already low voice, lower. All the while making unflinching eye contact with you.

"I said, you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."

"Gosh you really need to be disciplined, don't you? Acting like a fucking brat." He groaned. "And don't try to turn this around on me when you were the one who was caught almost cheating."

You scoffed at that. "What cheating really though, Felix? Last time I checked we weren't dating."

"Don't you dare bring that up at this time." He whispered and you could feel his breath on your lips.

"It's not my fault you're an insecure, paranoid and jealous asshole who thinks me even looking at other people is cheating. Atleast with my friends I don't have to walk on eggshells from the fear of making them upset over the most inconsequential of things."

"Oh so I not enough for you? Is that it?" He did a 180 on his attitude. Again. Now the whispers, the low voice and the sharp eyes were replaced with hushed mumbles, higher voice and the 'sad' eyes. "Is Changbin just so much better than me? Are you gonna leave me for someone else too?" He started talking so fast now, like he was getting anxious or something. Keyword: like. You had been with him long enough to know that Lee Felix did not show any emotion he didn't want to. Every smile, every frown, every expression was planned. As it had been from the very start. And when you finally realised that, it had been too late. You just weren't able to look away from his eyes now.

You sighed before saying what you had countless times in the past. "No, Lix. I'm not going to leave you okay? Just let this go now. And if you don't mind, maybe don't accuse me of cheating in the future when you know damn well I can't."

"Do you want to?" He questioned with a sharp tilt of his head.

"Want to what?"

"Cheat." He looked at you like he was fucking detective and not a dancer, analysing your every little move to see how you would respond.

"For fuck's sake, Felix! No I don't, alright!? You're the only person I want to be with, so now can you stop this?" You shivered from his gaze. Looking like he was so amused and just loving all of this. Like he did all this just to hear these exact words come out of your mouth. You were sure there was a trace of a smirk on his face. And you knew, for a moment, he had dropped his planned expression. Letting you see just what he wanted all along.

He sighed and snaked his arms around your waist. Burying his unfairly beautiful face into your hair while hugging you. Holding you so delicately. You wrap your arms around his neck in return.

"I'm so so sorry. I just messed up again, didn't I? I'm not perfect for you and I could never be. I shouldn't have said all that mean stuff to you, you know I didn't mean it, right? Right?" He asks again when you don't reply.

You roll your eyes, thankful for the fact that he can't see your face right now or he'd start another one of these acts. "Right, of course Felix, I know you didn't." You play with the fluffy blonde hair at his nape

"You still love me right?"

"Of course I do.

"You're not gonna say it?" Now he was just playing. Atleast he had calmed down now. You weren't in the position to ask for more after you almost kissed Changbin. You didn't like lying to him, but he sure loved it. Because he always knew when you were lying. Even now, you could feel it.

"I love you, Lix" Finally something you didn't have to lie about.

"I love you too, love" Love. The only word which had any meaning between you two at this point. Atleast you knew whenever he called you that, he was being geniune. No more games. He pecked your lips while smiling, his eyes turning into half crescent moons for the first and only time that night.

"Although i still have to discipline you for talking to me like that." He whispered lowly in your ear before going to kiss your neck softly. You were sure your neck was going to be littered with love bites now and you'll have to wear your turtleneck tomorrow while he'll question 'why is that? Do you not want other people to know that?' And you'll have to reply that it would awkward and embarrassing if others noticed. But that was a headache for tomorrow. For now you'll let yourself enjoy his soft fingers dipping lower and lower down your waist. Well atleast you get to have amazing sex out of all this. Although that was always a given when it came to Felix.

"I'll make sure that you are reminded of the taste of my lips every fucking time you even think of kissing another person. Let me remind you, who you really belong to."

Yeah you definitely were in a very weird and strange 'relationship'.

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sneakydraws · 3 months

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Yo I was just thinking about Miss Dune in your modern au.

I'm imagining thay she and Xuslazang met at some kind of office party and Miss Dune got like super drunk and made out with him. Dune was super apologetic about it the next morning but he said it was fine. Thay started dating not long after.

Ok so I'm gonna use this ANCIENT ask as an excuse to dump some duan/xuanzang ideas because i was thinking about them today

I'd always been unsure about their past relationship because if they were an actual couple, actually ENGAGED, then xuanzang's treatment of duan, breaking up without an explanation and immediately marrying wukong, would be so cruel it would run the risk of stretching believability. And it would make duan's attempts to win him back a very understandable, even normal thing to do, considering how ludicrous and devoid of closure their actual breakup was. They wouldn't say much about her actual unique personality.

That's when it struck me. What if they HADN'T been together for ages. What if they WERE engaged, or at least rings made an appearance in some way, but only because duan decided to do that at some absolutely ridiculous point in their relationship - like, two months in or something. Because she's kind of insane.

And with that realisation something clicked and their relationship became that much more interesting and fun to me, and it became that much more of an opportunity to develop and showcase duan's personality with her own brand of absurdity. So ok i like this idea of them drunkenly making out at some party... Xz is a social worker and duan a police officer so idk if their paths would cross in the workplace (maybe?) But they could also just have mutual friends or something. But I'm thinking maybe they'd both been attracted to each other for a while, with xz assuming he didn't have a chance and therefore not giving the matter of pursuing duan much thought and duan already deciding to chase after him with all she's got because she is INTENSE like that. They meet they get drunk (duan gets xz drinking and he's too unassertive to refuse, and he's a bit of a lightweight!!) They make out and starting the next day duan just!! Assumes they're together!! And xz has ZERO backbone ZERO relationship experience ZERO clue how he should react and PLENTY of attraction towards duan so he just rolls with it. But as duan commits harder and harder to xz being the love of her life, xz spends more and more time talking and thinking about his rehab centre dreams. And just as duan whips out the ring and xz, baffled and steamrolled, accepts, xz hears of golden cicadas death and inheritance, and the rest is history.

I think it would be fun to play with duan's weird mix of subverting and confirming to gender roles. Like, she's this fierce girlboss, fighting to have her work as a policewoman respected, and simultaneously seems to believe that her life won't have worth without romance and marriage. She wears the pants in their relationship, unabashedly going after what she wants, and simultaneously sees herself as this housewife by the side of her husband. I think when xz dumps her without any explanation it awakens tons of insecurities within her and makes her wonder if she's too aggressive, too proactive, not coy or demure or feminine enough. Which could be fun to explore once she comes back!

#ask #dreamworksoverdisney #journey to the west the demons strike back #journey to the west #illegally bound #miss duan #tang sanzang #ill be first to admit its been a long while since i watched 13jttw #so im not sure this duan characterisation is very in character #but hey this is all just ideas! can always change later

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the people need your verdict: were hemingway and fitzgerald lovers?

do I think they were ever physically lovers? I really have no idea/its improbable that it went on too long if it went on at all and what the extent of it would have been, esp considering how weird fitzgerald was about sex to begin with (read sheilah grahams memoir. which I really do think stems from some sort of abuse, esp when you consider certain pretty telling statements about catholicism/the one intense relationship we know he had with a priest as a young man). both were also so publicly defensive about homosexuality (esp fitzgerald, probably out of necessity of being so outwardly feminine, although you see a real complex view/fixation on it in his actual writing) that it would be unlikely real evidence of this would survive whether it happened or not. zelda certainly seemed to think they had an inappropriate relationship in her eyes, but it’s hard to quantify exactly what that means esp when you combine it with the deterioration of her mental state.

the two of them immensely disliked each other, of which there could be multiple explanations for and might simply come down to hemingways misogyny and cold hearted clinging away from “feminine” showing of emotion or what he said it was, the belief fitzgerald was wasting his talent by remaining married to her/trying to get her help/remaining in their whirlwind of a relationship, but tended to look like this 👇 and was frequently very nasty

in terms of their emotional relationship I certainly think it was intense and scott seemed to value hemingway far more than he valued him (the constant references to him in something like the crack up, the tales of showing up to his house drunk in the middle of the night, the talking about him incessantly to mutual friends etc) but that being said hemingway also seemed to be fixated on scott in some sort of one-sided battle, like he was constantly trying to prove himself the better/not “like” scott ie not as feminine and, in his eyes, pathetic as scott. it seems like there was obviously something within scott that scared hemingway to death. this fixation even carries over to his writing (see: the snows of kilimanjaro, im which fitzgerald is essentially made the poster child for the weak man, a man who may as well already be dead, letting women rule his life, published shortly after fitzgerald released the crack up essays and the ensuing fall out/one of my favorite letters from fitzgerald to hemingway). the fact that fitzgerald seemed to genuinely admire women seemed to be a real sore spot between the two, especially where it concerned zelda. either way, in between their disagreements and the eventual dissolution of their relationship, there were obvious signs of real closeness in their letters

and there seems to be real deliberation in the way hemingway writes about fitzgerald in a moveable feast. like he wants to cause harm, but then also keeps pulling back, (there are a few great essays I’ve read that go into what hemingway left in vs took out of a movable feast regarding fitzgerald, I have a few posts on here that reference them) also don’t get me started on the weird probably false and just meant to make fitzgerald look bad, but nevertheless strangely homoerotic scene he writes into the book about fitzgerald showing him his dick. (It’s a whole thing, also fits right into the theme of hemingway’s need to reassure his own masculinity by using fitzgerald as a scapegoat for his own insecurities).

long story short, I think the two both had some complicated feelings for eachother, a lot things related to fitzgerald are particularly sad/telling

I would say that fitzgerald was in love with hemingway but I’m not sure he knew exactly how to process those feelings/would even admit that to himself so it’s hard to actually fully say that was the case. how hemingway felt is even harder to pin down because he was even less likely to admit something like this to himself. its clear that he almost viewed fitzgerald as a woman and simultaneously treated him in the same derogatory style he tended to reserve for women, and seemed to be interchangeably disgusted by him and as equally fixated on him and with as much admiration as fitzgerald had for him (see: his description of fitzgerald in a movable feast I think all of this comes across even in that concise paragraph). so um what am I trying to get at here.

yeah kind of.

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thranduel · 2 years

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uh… this is either really horrible writing or it’s intentional and leading to byler because it would make no sense if it wasn’t

in the car mike was going on about how he was scared he would lose el and she wouldn’t “need” him anymore (which is the most pathetic reason for not being able to say “i love you” because he’s making it all about himself and how he’s insecure that he won’t be needed which is just weird and unfair… also wouldn’t you actually be trying HARDER to tell someone you love them because you’re afraid they won’t want you anymore? like wtf lol). but anyways the reason why it doesn’t make sense for mike to be worried about that is because el was literally always reaching out to him and contacting him and giving him attention, and in episode 3 when they fight, she starts crying and he can clearly tell she wants to be told she’s loved… like what. how is mike worried he’s losing her when she’s the one constantly trying harder in the relationship?????

and when will said if “el” was mean to mike and seemed like she was pushing him away because she’s scared to lose him, mike was nodding and agreeing even though el never showed any signs of pushing him away… that was will! you can see when they were arguing about it at the roller rink when will confronted mike for not sending him letters and mike told him he didn’t try contacting him either. neither of them reached out and you can see that mike was awkward at the airport for some reason which we never got a proper explanation for. and then in ep 4 mike says something about how he was scared he lost will… like there are just so many parallels and so much subtext and none of it makes sense if it’s not associated with byler. and the more i think about it, the more it sounds like mike is projecting his feelings about will in that car scene too but replacing it with el… like all the stuff he said about not being needed and being pushed away literally can’t even be applied to el because she constantly made him feel needed and gave him attention? she literally showed more love to mike than he showed her so what’s he going on about? on the other hand what mike said can definitely be applied to will because he DID push mike away when they were distant because he didn’t try contacting him (and neither did mike) and that’s why they felt like they were losing each other

seriously, if these scenes don’t have some sort of hidden meaning then that’s the worst writing i’ve ever seen. they really tried to make it sound like mike couldn’t say “i love you” when el was crying a few episodes ago because “he’s scared she won’t need him” and absolutely nothing in the story even suggested anything like that. it was actually the opposite. she was crying in front of him practically begging to be told she’s loved so why would he think she doesn’t need him? why wouldn’t he be able to say he loved her because he’s scared she doesn’t want him? IT’S ALL SO STUPID LOL. it’s also crazy how mike only says his monologue because he likes what will said about his OWN feelings and because he made him feel better about himself

not to mention how the painting was from will and mike would’ve known because el sent him a letter talking about it… either he’s an oblivious idiot and he actually forgot about what he read in the letter or deep down he knows it’s from will and he’s just keeping it all to himself

#byler

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Part 2 - insecure chubby reader

Angst, fluff

Jotaro Pov:

When all other girls were after me she was not, yn was different she just treated me like a normal person.

I felt comfortable around her. I could be my true self.

This was such a weird feeling I have never felt like this before. Something comfortable, but still it makes me nervous when I'm with her.

I don't know how it's possible to have such mixed feelings for someone. Yn looks so beautiful, elegant and cute all at the same time. I didn't know people could pull off all this together.

Her curves are all hidden, but still I couldn't help imagining how she will look like under all those baggy clothes.

She's so perfect. I'm afraid that someone will snatch her away. I want to get ready before confessing my love for her. Will she accept me?

That time when I was with yn in the cafe, I felt so embarrassed to be alone with her I know that's not how I am but still when it comes to her I am all nervous and flustered. I can't really control myself when I am with her.

I was actually scared that she would find me creepy when I texted her like that. But still she was so composed. This is not the way how I feel normally, I just want to protect her at all cost I just want to see her smile the beautiful smile on her face is enough.

She must be so soft I want her. I want her to call my name

I wonder what sounds she will make? How will my name sound in her mouth? How will she look like under her clothes? How will it feel like having her in my arms? ... Shit shit shit i can't think of anything else when I'm with her

I want her to be mine

End of jotaro pov~~

Classes went on you had ur final exams. It was pretty easy since u stu-died.

And so your long awaited winter holidays are coming.

So it was time for you to fill and refill and refill your big tummy and hibernate all day. "Heaven isn't it?"

Your holidays went by you got a message from jotaro, he asked you out. You thought of getting rid of those feelings this winter but he keeps on hindering the plan

Well you didn't have much to do but still enjoyed your hibernation process. Yet you didn't turn him down because of the feelings you have for him like you felt it was just too unfair for him

(AN: grulll he rejected hundreds of women)

So it was a date but basically all you did was hangout in a park for a little while and then had lunch after sometime he just brought you back home.

Well it was literally an awkward trip since you were not the one to start a conversation and even if you did he just nodded.

Still there was something you both felt in the silence among you. Only the presence of each other was enough no words nothing just having jotaro with you felt soo pleasent.

Before bidding your goodbyes, you thanked him

As you were about to leave, he grabbed your wrist gently with his big hand which made you jerk with shock. You turned around blushing beet red thinking of what all things that were about to happen.

He holds out a bouquet of fresh flowers and says

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Jotaro was nervous you didn't think that you would be able to see him like this with a little blush, holding a bouquet for a girl and the girl bieng you was so unreal.

You thought you were dreaming, there was no other explanation for something like this to happen unless you're dreaming about it. But still you didn't feel like waking up.

You wanted this moment to continue forever. Your heart was beating soo much and you felt like you're going to burn up

You wanted to accept jotaro's proposal immediately but your heart snak you felt sad. You felt like you were never in his league, so why is he confessing now. Maybe he lost a bet or something

You just played it off

"Yaaa! Jotaro c'mon now stop pulling my leg. Did you lose a bet or something?....I... I.. almost fell for it."

Jotaro Pov:

What is she talking about. Does she think I'm toying with her.

"Hey, yn I'm serious I'm not playing with you . Are you not interested in dating me?"

Yn Pov: Is he really confessing to me right now? The mighty Jotaro Kujo? the man of attitude?

No no this is not happening

Wait I'm not even fit to walk around with him so why did he choose me over all other girls.

"Why me jotaro? You could have choosen anyone. So why choose me?

You want me to believe you? How can I? It's not logical."

He was shook. Jotaro didn't expect you to degrade yourself, he never have thought of you like this his only thought was that he could never be enough for you.

Tears brimming in your eyes you were soo embarrassed that you are about to cry infront of your crush. While trying to pull back in your tears and hidding your vulnerable side you did not see that coming

Jotaro gave you a big warm hug, eyes filled with guilt that he was never there for you when you needed someone

You couldn't comprehend what was going on all you could hear was jotaro's kind and gentle voice while you were crying and feeling comfort in his chest.

"Yn, it's alright you have me now. You are the one and only woman in my life. You don't have to bottle it up, you can cry on me."

"It's ok yn. It's alright"

"It's ok, It's alright"

"It's ok yn. It's alright"...

You heard only this. Jotaro Kujo's soothing voice to put you back in a stable mind along with the cold evening breeze

After all the crying you felt really embarrassed that you couldn't see him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry jotaro. I just.... "

He hugged you again and said

"Yn I will always love you no matter what it is. Take some time. You need some rest."

He pulled away and kissed your forehead "I love you"

You were so flustered that you were not able to think straight for a moment.

You never felt this, it was real yet felt dreamy. You have never felt so blessed in your life. You turned around to see Jotaro leave.

You didn't know how it happened all of a sudden you were there back hugging the tall man. "Thank you Jotaro, I... i..lo..lo..love... you too"

Well you thought to atleast give him a chance

The man was frozen for a second, he then turned around and hugged you and said "thank you for accepting me, love. I will make sure that you made the right decision"

#anime #jotaro kujo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro fanart #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jotaro x y/n #jojo fluff #angst #chubby #chubby reader

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