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hi omfg i LOVE your work so much???????????? i wanna request a dommingi (mingi acts nice in front of everyone ykwim but is a complete devil with the reader) where he’s at an award show and he brings the reader along, but reader is laughing a little too hard with his friends, mingi shows her who she belongs to. throw in a little pocket knife action too (not so little action pls make sure he seems crazy like he threatens to kill her if she tries to fuck with his friends again)
can u tell i have issues
thx again :p
First of all lemme go cry in the corner before I greet you😭🖤, hello, hey, hiiiii🖤🖤! I’m so happy you love my work ahhhh😭!!! Thank you for reading and enjoying it! Listen…if you got issues that means I got stemming trauma bc the way I was absolutely in LOVEEEEE with this request, I made Mingi more deranged/yandere then I probably should have but I can’t help it😵💫I got so carried away🫠none I love more when writers write the members almost psychotic /deranged, almost like true villains …I hope you enjoy this one babes🖤!
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I Own You
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Dom!Mingi, Yandere!Mingi, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Degrading, Knife Play, Slight Skin Cutting (Nicking The Skin, Slight Paper Cut Type Cut, No Blood), Begging, Slight Primal Play, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking…If I Missed Anything👀👀..Lemme Know!
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Swirling his drink around the ice clinked against the cool glass. His eyes never leave your laughing figure. Clutching your chest, eyes crinkling with each hardy laugh that leaves your mouth. He's known all the members for a couple years, never have they been this funny. This was the con to being an idol, you guys decided to not go public for the safety of yourself. Mingi could care less about his role as being an idol, yet you insisted on not going public nor wanting to shake the public eye, and possibly ruin the group. Yet the way you were laughing with the boys it couldn’t help but make his heart clench, were they the reason why you didn’t want to go public? Yes the boys knew you were an item, but to the public you looked like really good friends…well at least you did. Mingi looked like a love sick maniac.
His eyes cut sharper at you and the seven boys, shooting his drink down, the brown liquor giving him courage. Peeling himself off the bar counter top he makes his way towards you and the members. His long stride, the way his shoes click against the floor, he was on a mission. Your eyes flutter from laughing, you can make out almost every sound that’s happening in the room. Yet there is one sound in particular that catches your ears. The high pitch clicks of Mingis shoes. He makes his way towards the members and you, only to shoot you that fake smile he does, the cool air from him passing by breezes by you and the members. It feels like the world stills anytime he passes by, the draft leaves the lingering smell of his cologne. Your body riddles with goosebumps. You watch as his broad back makes it farther and farther away.
Stretching your neck to see where he’s going, the boys seem to be background noise at this rate. Almost like static, Mingi had you hooked on him like a drug. You were like a moth to the flame, the persona he puts on even for the members has everyone fooled. It even fooled you, which is how you fell into his trap. They say the devil was once the most beautifulest angel, and Mingis beauty did nothing but blind you.
Your body moves on auto pilot, not even bothering to tell the boys that you were going to go find Mingi. Your body just sways to where you can smell the faint scent of him. Bringing you into a dark hall, the air is so still it almost feels unreal. Your body litters with nerves, rubbing your upper arm, you whisper out Mingis name, sounding like a true stray sheep, calling for its shepherd. He can see you from a dimly lit hallway, you look lost, you look astray. You look tempting, yet while his cock hardens with want, his blood pressure rises because you were also the same person laughing way too hard at his members.
“You lost?” His raspy voice speaks up, echoing down the long and poorly light hallway. Your body does such a noticeable jump, he can’t help but smile, while his cock twitches slightly at the sight. Your head turns from side to side trying to figure out where his voice came from. You can hear the vibrations of his deep tone still ringing in your ears. Letting out a small whimper you call out for Mingi once more.
He starts laughing slowly, the sound just bouncing around the walls of the bare space. You look straight ahead, catching a glimpse of his teeth, his smile so big and teeth so bright, with the way the lights are dim he looks like a threat, almost like this isn’t the Mingi you know.
“Come over here.”
Thoughtlessly following his command, your legs move on autopilot. Your brain already feels like mush, his voice bouncing around in your ears, mixing with the scent of him. He’s addicting. He's propped up against a wall, looking down at you, while your eyes stare up at him like he’s got every answer in the world for you. His cool hand comes to brush your cheek bone, coming down to brush against your bottom lip, pulling it down with his thumb before his hand travels down to your throat, yanking your body closer to his, he’s got you almost completely off of the floor, your noses are brushing. You let out a small squeak at the sudden intrusion. His large hand is crushing your windpipe, even though you can barely make out his features you know there is a fire brewing behind his eyes.
“They must’ve been real fucking comedians to make you laugh as much as you did tonight.” He grits out, while he wasn’t physically spitting on you, it felt like he was spitting heat onto your skin. Letting out a choked out noise, he feels his cock twitch, trying his best not to let his eyes roll back with pleasure at the way your poor helpless face contorts in front of him. Your hand comes up to try and pry him off, yet he squeezes tighter. Tears streaming down your face, your nails dig into him.
Letting you go, your body slumps to the floor, your knees hitting the ground first, your hands grip the material of his pants. Your hand lightly brushes over his hard on. You are in a kneeling position, tears stream down your face. You plead with Mingi through choked sobs..
“Min-Mingi it wasn’t like th-that I sw-swear.” Throat raw with emotion and lack of oxygen from him choking you. There you went, his little helpless sheep. Letting out a tsk, Mingi, brushes his thumb across the top of your forehead.
“I treat you well don’t I? And this is how you treat me…”
The disappointment in his voice wraps around your heart and tugs on the strings of it. Your face deepening in a frown, the tears that were wetting his pants were no longer from the pain of him choking you, it was from the pain you caused him, the disappointment that you shed upon him. Your hands grip his pants in desperation. When you feel something cool brush against the temple of your head, your eyes slowly trailing up his chest. The cool steel is settled right against your temple, not daring to make a move. His mouth widens into that horrific smile. The smile that captures people, that smile that lures people in.
“Do I have to drill into your skull who you belong to? Who owns you?” He says, voice sweet as sugar. Your eyes widen even further, your cunt slickens, you're so far gone on this man you can’t help but contort yourself into what he wants. Your eyes shine, mouth opening and closing no sound coming out but a helpless whimper. The sound of that is enough to make his head roll back, palming your head with his other hand, shoving your face against his twitching cock, the small wet stain of pre cum mixing with your tears brushes against your face.
You nuzzle your face against him, making his cock twitch even harder at the new feeling. His mouth drops open, a quiet groan leaving him. The blade of the knife falters slightly, bringing him back to reality, gripping you by your elbow he snatches you up to your feet.
Turning you around quickly he shoves you chest first against the wall, bunching your dress up against your hips, undoing his belt, he shimmies his pants down on his thigh, thick cock springing free, just oozing with pre cum. The cool air on his cock makes him shiver. You let out a soft moan at him manhandling you, your mind clouded with love, while Mingis mind is clouded with lust.
The blade is on the front of your throat, while his other is on your shoulder, thumb brushing against your pulse, he can feel the quick pulsation pump through his thumb. He sticks his cock between your thighs, brushing against your clothed cunt.
“I’m going to use you how I see fit, do you understand me?” He whispers in your ears, his warm breath tickling your ear, the pulsation from his cock on your count has you whimpering, nodding your head you let out a deep breath trying to gather yourself.
The blade bites into your skin, making your body tense up. You choke out a small yes to him, which immediately follows him thrust his hips slowly, cock slickening from how wet you are getting with each second, one particular thrust makes you whimper loudly.
“Who was the funniest between them?”
Biting your lip, trying your best to keep quiet, your mind can’t even fully comprehend what he’s saying. Stopping his sudden thrusts he pulls back slightly, causing you out a small cry when you feel the cool air hit your sticky cunt, strings of arousal cling to the fabric as he hikes it down to your knees, sticking his cock back in between your thighs he gathers as much slick as he can before he starts to thrust between the lips of your cunt, before slamming his cock into your pussy.
“Don’t make me ask again.” He grits out, moving the blade, the cool steel sitting alongside the vein that runs in the side of your neck.
“None of them were as funny as you Min-Oh my god!” You yell out, hands trying to find the closest thing to grip, his hand grips the blade tighter, making it bite your skin, right on the verge of slicing it.
The sudden slamming of his hips, hike you up and down the wall, cries leave your throat, as the biting of the blade continues to rub against your skin, your cunt gets wetter and wetter by the second. The empty hallway fills with your moans, and the sound of wet skin on wet skin.
“Next time if you even think of cracking a smile at them, I’ll kill you.” He grits, toes clenching in his shoes, you’ve never been this wet before, it’s soaking his pants. Maybe you were just as deranged as he was.
“Or maybe I’ll kill them.” He whispers into your ear, his harsh thrusts making your brain mush, you can feel him brush over your cervix, the squelching noise from your cunt overrides every sound in the hallway, even your pathetic moans. His other hand comes down to your hip. Bringing you down on his cock when he thrusts back, aiding in the powerful strokes he’s delivering to you.
Moving the knife from your vein he holds it to the front of your throat, right above where an adam's apple would lie. The sharp end of the blade pokes your chin, making you moan loudly, with each powerful stroke he gives you, your chin brushes down lightly against the tip of the blade, scratching your skin. With one false move it could easily impale you.
“You hear your pussy talking to me?” He says through clenched teeth, the way your cunt is soaking him, so sloppily he’s so close to the edge.
“She’s telling me she’s sorry, she’s sucking me back in, it’s almost like she knows the boys can’t fuck you like I can, they can’t pleasure you like I do. They could never do half the shit I do.”
His words are like velvet in your ears, the degrading, dirty words flutter in your head like tiny butterflies. Loud whimpers are falling out of your mouth, you attempt to bring your hand up to your mouth trying your best to quiet down when Mingi digs the blade into your neck even harder, you are sure the blade has nicked your skin slightly. Causing you to let out a loud cry, your head knocks against the wall in front of you, crying out Mingis name like it’s a mantra while your orgasm crashes over you.
“Yeaaa, yeaaa that’s it momma, cum on my cock.” He gasps out, tossing his head back, hips speeding up, the tip of his cock crushing against your cervix, walls squeezing him tightly. Milking him for every last drop of cum. His hips jerk slightly trying to help you ride out your own orgasm, as he’s trying to ride out his own.
His body falls forward slightly crushing you against the wall, cock still buried deep into your cunt, knife still present against your throat. The tip of the cool blade is digging fully into your chin. His hot breath pants against your ear, you can feel his heart thump hard against your back. He nudges the blade against your chin, making it dig into your skin further, your head tilts up slightly, eyes looking to the side, catching his wicked smile.
“Remember who you belong to, because next time I won’t remind you. I’ll just show you.”
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An Offer You Won’t Refuse
Jaune: Why can’t you guys believe me when I say I got laid?
SN: Because it’s you.
Jaune: Haaaa… Assholes.
The person complaining that his roommates couldn’t believe he had sex was one, Jaune Luna Arc. A first year college student majoring in business. While his collage roommate’s doubting the fact that he had sex were a blonde hair monkey faunas named, Sun Wukong, and their friend the blue haired self proclaimed ‘ladies man’ named, Neptune Vasilias.
The duo had dragged, Jaune to a bar with the intent of, ‘picking up some ladies.’ And, where he had actually managed to score a night with a beautiful lady, they had failed to get anything. And, because of this they doubted that he got anything. Actually, now that he’s thinking about it…
Jaune: You guys are just jealous I spent a night with a lady, while the only thing you guys got was a pair of matching black eyes.
Jaune’s remark was a very accurate statement of fact that after he come from an enjoyable one-night stand he came back to see the pair with ice packs over their eyes.
Sun: Not true!
Neptune: I would have totally banged that chick! If her boyfriend didn’t arrive…
Jaune: Yeah, that’s why you didn’t get any.
Neptune: Hey man, you just don’t understand the art, of seduction~!
Jaune: The what?
Sun: The art of seducing a woman~!
Jaune: And, that is?
Neptune: We’re falcons pal…
Sun: Falcons~!
Neptune: You can’t just send us out when a pretty girls is there, and expect us to capture her now can you?
Sun: That’s not how we falcons fly.
Neptune: We gotta fly high, and scope out the prey, and when we find our mark we’ll swoop in for the kill. We just can’t go in, and steal the girl on command now can we?
Sun: It’s an art, Jaune. You wouldn’t understand it.
Jaune just looked at the duo as he was forced to comprehend the dumbest thing he had yet heard, and considering the people who he hung around that was something.
Jaune: What the hell are you two talking about?! Yes you can send a falcon out on command to hunt its prey! There’s an entire sport based around it: Falconry!
Sun: Eh?
Neptune: Beg pardon?
Jaune: It’s like one of the oldests sports out there! People are still doing it to this day! Hell, people have been using falcons, and hawks to take down drones!
Neptune: That’s not true… right?
Sun: Oh shit, they actually use hawks to take down drones.
Neptune: Wait really?!
Jaune: Haa… if hitting on girls was like hitting the broadside of a barn, you lot couldn’t hit it with a, Javelin missile.
Sun: I couldn’t do that!
Neptune: Guns scare me!
Jaune dropped his head as he sighed at the duo’s stupidity, or more accurately their ignorance.
Although stupidity is a more adept description the pair. The duo would offer a drowning man a drink thinking he’s not drowning, just really thirsty.
Jaune: A Javelin missile is an rpg with an auto-lock feature. Not a gun.
Neptune: There’s a difference?
Jaune: Haa… you see this is why I don’t invite you to play, Arma with my clan.
Neptune: Well we may not know the difference between… weapons…? but, that still doesn’t mean you had sex with a girl.
Jaune: Guys, it’s been two weeks since we went to the bar, can we just drop it, and move…
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Jaune: On…?
Jaune stopped talking in his tracks as he heard a knocking upon the door. He looked at the pair while pointing his finger at the door.
Jaune: We’re you…?
The pair shook their heads, and shrug their shoulders. They weren’t expecting anyone to come visit them. Like anyone would anyway.
Jaune just shrugged his shoulders as he walked over, and opened the door, he was met with several individuals dressed in black suits with tinted shades hiding their face. The quartet seemed to be watching around them to see if anyone was coming.
Jaune was worried they were a hit squad coming to make get their mark. He could only cower as he wondered whose girl, Neptune pissed off that they would put a mark on him. But, that thought swiftly died as he started at the woman between what actually were four bodyguards. For it was not someone he expected to meet again. He never thought she would grace his presence with her beauty ever again.
With flowing ashen white hair cascading down her elegant shoulders. Draped in a tapestry of fine jewelry silver, sapphires, and ruby’s. A red shirt that displayed a fair amount of her sizeable cleavage, as a dark coat hung lazily off her shoulders. But, what drew, Jaune in the most were those red tinted glasses, that hid a pair of striking vibrant red eyes that he lost himself in.
It was the lady from his one night stand. A woman, Jaune would never forget until death took him.
Jaune: S-Salem?!
Salem: Hello, Ar… no. Hello, Jaune. You’re looking well.
Jaune: Thank you! Y-You’re looking fantastic. But, uhh… why are you here? You said after our… night together that it would be just a one time thing, and we would never see each other again. And, yet here you are.
Salem: And, yet here I am…
Jaune could barely see, Salems eyes because they blended beautifully with her glasses, but he could tell by the way her body was seemingly twitching that she was nervous. He was about to ask her whats wrong, but then his roommates happened.
Sun: Holy hell?! You actually had sex?!
Neptune: Damnmmm! She is smoking hot! How much did she cost you? Eh, eh?!
Salem could tell by his teasing manner upon which the blue boy spoke he was joking with, Jaune. But, to insinuate that she was a call girl?! Maybe she should let her associates teach this child some manners.
But before, Salem could give the command, Jaune held a single finger up, silently asking for a moment before shutting the door. She was wondering what was going on, but then she heard a loud thud as if something had fallen over. As the door soon reopened to reveal the smiling face of, Jaune Arc. She could see behind him the form of the blue haired boy, groaning in pain as he clutched his groin.
Salem shot, Jaune a small smile from the corner of her lips, and he just waved it off as if it was nothing.
Jaune: So… What bring you to our humble abode?
Salem: I need to discuss something with you of the utmost importance.
Jaune: Okay, what is it?
Salem’s eyes darted around as if she was trying to find the words to speak before she returned his gaze.
Salem: This would be a discussion best help in private.
Jaune nodded his head as he told his friends to scram. The blond monkey nodded his head as he pulled his friend, who was in the fetal position whilst still clutching his privates on the floor out the room. As soon as they were out of the room, Jaune stood aside allowing, Salem to enter his dorm room.
Salem: Thank you for allowing me… in…?
Salem’s thought process stopped in its tracks rather abruptly. She was going to tell him something important, but as she took in the absolute state of, Jaune’s apartment her mind did a reset, and was the midst of a reboot as she processed this, ‘mess.’
Jaune was about to ask her if something was wrong, then he saw where her eyes were going, and he sighed in understanding.
Jaune: Yeah its a…
Salem: A pig sty?
Jaune: That’s an… apt description.
Jaune’s apartment was an absolute mess: Wrappers, and empty bottles strewn across the place. Half finished take out boxes laying across every table in sight. Clothes from teeshirts to underwear draped all over the furniture. But, there was one thing that was most damning of all that was the crown jewel of this pig sty.
Salem: I-Is that a banana peel on the lamp shade?
Jaune: Haa… Gods dammit, Sun…
Jaune looked over, and groaned in disgust as he grabbed a bucket, seemingly filled to the brim with banana peels, and tossed the latest addition into the bucket.
Jaune: Sun, uhh… the blond monkey faunas you saw earlier. His family are all monkey faunas’s so the have a habit of eating a banana, and tossing the peal away when they’re finished.
Salem: Not into the trash I assume?
Jaune: Unfortunately not. I’ve told him to stop doing that, but he won’t listen to me. So, I’ve been collecting his banana peels for the past two weeks, and I plan to stuff them in his pillow case as form of petty vengeance.
Salem: Do you think that will work?
Jaune: Well, they stink so they should send a message of sorts. If not I’ll tie his tail to the bed frame, or something.
Salem: You would do that to a faunas; That seems rather cruel don’t you think?
Jaune: I have slipped on several banana peels, and landed hard on my back, I will make sure he learns through pain that I am very vindictive bastard.
Salem: And, is the rest of this mess from that blue haired boy?
Jaune: Neptune? Ehh no. It’s from both of them, they’re total slobs. I was about to threaten them with bodily harm if they didn’t clean up the place. But, they started going on again that I totally didn’t have sex with a woman who had the body of an angel carved from the finest of marble slabs, craved painstakingly by a superb master craftsman.
Salem: Why thank you~! You would make a handsome marble statue yourself, Jaune.
Jaune: …
Jaune: Ahck?! I-I-I’m sorry?! I didn’t want to tell them anything about you, but they wouldn’t believe me, so I had to say something?! N-Not a lie, you are gorgeous! Divine even… But… Uhh… It’s a little hot in here…? Perhaps I s-should open a window…
Jaune made way for a window, but was stopped in his tracks as he heard, Salem’s melody of laughter. During the time they spent at the bar talking, he spent every moment trying to get a laugh out of her. Her laughter was angelic, and her smile divine. One he spent the whole night trying to make appear before his very eyes.
Salem had told him the sad story of her life, and her past love. It was a story of sorrow, regret, and betrayal. A love that was, a life that could have been, and the truth to a lie that ruined it all.
She didn’t tell him every detail, it was her right to have her secrets. Jaune didn’t want to know everything either, they were just two strangers sitting alone at a bar. One musing over her drink, the other musing over time. He was just there to be the ear who heard her complaining, the voice to ask the question she wanted asked, and the shoulder to cry over.
Afterwards, Salem asked if, Jaune could give her a ride home. She hadn’t drunk a lot, but even a little alcohol mixed with driving a car could be fatal. And, being the gentleman he tried to be, he accepted her request for aid.
He took her home, and he would have left things at that. But, she insisted that he come in, he remembered her giving him a vague excuse of why he should stay, but he never remembered it. What made him stay was the pleading look in her eyes that beg that she didn’t want to be alone. So he stayed, and one thing lead to another, and he awoke in her bed with her resting softly against him.
It was a moment of weakness, and desire of the flesh. One that they both knew that shouldn’t have happened. But, it was one neither would deny they regretted. After that they agreed to part ways, they would never regret this moment of fleeting love shared between them. But, it was a one time deal, and they would never see each other again.
And yet, Salem was here, right now, right before, Jaune’s very eyes.
Jaune: Why don’t we go to my room? I can assure you it doesn’t look like a bomb went off at a dump.
Jaune opened the door to his room, and ushered, Salem inside his room. Salem was hesitant to enter his room, because it was his, but he assured her it wasn’t like the pigsty she was currently standing in, so she walked in. And, what surprised her ahead l was that, Jaune, once again, was true to his word.
While the description of, ‘a bomb that went off at a dump,’ was an adept description of their living room, Jaune’s room was a complete contrast to that.
His bed was made, his clothes hanged on their hooks, his floor was vacuumed, and his books neatly arrange along the book case. Even the little figurines he had were neatly in their display cases. The only mess there was upon his desk where an assortment of art supplied, and school books lay strewn about. And, if anything, it would be considered an organized mess at best.
Jaune: Would you like a seat?
Jaune pushed, his charge towards her, and graciously offered her a seat. Salem looked towards the chair, and simply shook her head at his kind offer.
Salem: No, no thank you. But, perhaps you should take a seat.
Jaune: Why, is something wrong, Salem?
Salem: Over a week after our night together, I went in for a medical check up. Standard routine check up for me, I usually have one every three months, or so.
Jaune: That’s a good routine to have. I probably should get a check up myself, it’s been a while since I last saw a doctor.
Salem: Yes… while I was having my check up… They discovered something rather… unexpected…
Jaune: You’re dying?!
Jaune didn’t understand why someone he had a fling with was coming here to tell him that. Unless, was it his fault she was dying?
Jaune was about to start having a panic attack, when, Salem rushed forward, and spoke softly as she tried to calm his nerves.
Salem: Nononono… It’s nothing like that. Quite the opposite really.
Jaune: What’s the opposite of dying? Reincarnation?
Salem laughed as she shook her head, taking off her glasses, and gently placing them on his desk.
Salem: I forgot how much of an adorable goofball you are.
Jaune: Thank you?
Salem: Jaune… let me put this to you bluntly.
Jaune: Okay?
Salem straightened her back, and started, Jaune dead in the eye. Crimson, and cerulean locked in a bitter struggle, neither wanting to look away from the beauty before their eyes.
What felt like an eternity, but merely lasted a few seconds, Salem took a deep breath, and told, Jaune the reasons she was here. A reason that filled her with equal parts dread, and hope. So, with those blood red eyes, she stared at the young man, and spoke words with a voice of steel that completely enthralled him to ever word that dropped from her luscious red lips.
Salem: Jaune… You better take responsibility, or else…
Jaune: …
Jaune: Eh…?
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practically begging for a drabble in the universe as as you wish where they finally get the place to themselves and don’t have to be quiet
You say drabble, @munson-blurbs and I write over 5k words. Please enjoy this little glimpse at what happened right after part one 🥰
Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, m and f receiving, older!eddie, babysitter!reader, breeding kink
Words: 5.1k
[As You Wish masterlist]
Eating outside in February in Indiana wouldn’t be your first choice, but when your last class gets out after everyone else has had time to claim indoor spots to chow down, you’re forced to eat your lunch at the picnic table that’s getting most direct sunlight. At least you’d been able to grab a nice hot bowl of soup to keep you warm. The sun comes out from behind a cloud, and you think that maybe your luck is changing when you look up and see Peter strolling over to you.
“Not again,” you groan under your breath.
“Hey,” Peter says as he takes the seat opposite you. His smile looks genuine enough, but you know it’s hiding the smarmy intentions beneath.
“Hi,” you reply before shoving another spoonful of soup in your mouth.
“Aren’t you cold sitting out here?” Peter takes his hands out of his pockets and blows his hot breath on them.
No, I’m perfectly comfortable, you moron, you think to yourself. Peter is a nice enough guy, but ever since he started hounding you about why you wouldn’t go on a second date with him, he’d been insufferable. Why couldn’t he just let it go?
“A little,” you admit. “Couldn’t find a space inside.”
“My car is parked just over there,” Peter says, nodding his head in the direction of the parking lot to your left. “You can eat in there; I don’t mind.”
“No, thanks. I’m fine here.”
Peter sighs and tilts his head to the side as if he’s a confused puppy. “Why are you afraid to be alone with me?”
You almost choke on your latest sip of soup. “Afraid? I’m not afraid, Peter. I’m alone with you right now, aren’t I?”
Peter shrugs and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.
“So, why no second date then?”
The moment the words leave his lips, you drop your spoon into your bowl with a clang and bring your hands up to rub over your face.
“Peter,” you say with a deep sigh, “we’ve been over this.”
“I just want a straight answer from you,” Peter says, as if this isn’t something you’ve already given him many times over.
“How about a list?” you snap, unable to hold back your frustration any longer. “You talk with your mouth full. You called nursing a ‘girl major.’ You stared at the waitress’s chest the entire time she was at our table. And when the people next to us started speaking Spanish, you mumbled something about learning to ‘speak American.’ Which, Uncle Sam, isn’t even a God damn language. So,” your voice is rising and attracting the attention of other students, but you couldn't care less, “if you would kindly fuck off, maybe you can leave with your testicles intact.”
With that, you gather your food and rush off to the nearest payphone. Your fingers, still slightly numb from the cold, dial the number as though on autopilot. To your utter relief, he picks up.
“Scott’s Auto Body, this is Eddie speaking.”
It’s been two days since you two hooked up, devouring each other carnally in his bed while his wife wasn’t home, and you were left unsure about how to proceed. Yes, Eddie had confessed that he had feelings for you–feelings much deeper than the lust that had consumed you that evening. But, as with anything, there were consequences to these actions. And what if the consequence was that he no longer wanted you around? That you only served as a painful reminder of the way he broke his marriage vows?
“Yo? Anyone there?”
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to speak into the receiver. “H-Hi. It’s me.” You bite your lower lip and cringe. Me? How the hell is he supposed to know who ‘me’ is?
“Hey,” Eddie says, and you could swear there’s relief flooding his tone. “How are you?”
The concern in his voice mixed with the fact that he knew it was you simply by a stuttering greeting has you flustered and gripping the phone even tighter.
“I’m okay,” you manage. There’s a beat of silence before Eddie replies.
“Are you?”
“Do you remember that time you told me if I, uh, wanted to bail on something, or…”
“Is someone bothering you?” His tone is firm but kind and it reminds you all over again of why you fell for him.
“More annoying than anything,” you admit.
“Is it that prick you went on a date with months ago?”
Did you mention that recently? Or did Eddie remember that from when you told him a few weeks back?
“Unfortunately,” you say.
Eddie sighs. “Jesus, take the hint, pal.”
“Oh, he’s had more than hints,” you tell him. “He’s been given very direct answers multiple times.”
The only sound that comes from the other end is the faint banging and scraping from the garage. You lick over your cold, chapped lips as you wait for him to say something.
“Where are you?” he finally asks.
“Having lunch on campus. It was peaceful at first.”
This time there’s no silence as Eddie quickly shoots back with, “Do you want me to come get you?”
“Only if you’re on your lunch break. I’ll even buy you something to eat,” you offer. “What are you in the mood for?”
“You.”
The answer and how he gave it so immediately has your face burning despite the bitter breeze blowing outside. You shuffle your boots on the ground and take a self-conscious glance around, as if someone could hear what he just said to you.
“Eddie,” you lightly admonish.
“Love when you say my name.” The way he clears his throat after the admission has you wondering if he meant to say it aloud at all. It gives you butterflies either way. “Be there in twenty, pretty thing.”
Before Eddie gets there, you grab two sandwiches for you to split. To save yourself any possible embarrassment, you pretend that Eddie’s infectious grin is more for the food than it is for you.
It’s more difficult to do this when roaming eyes accompany his smile; the chocolate hues soaking in every last millimeter of your body. “Hi,” he murmurs, reaching over to help you with your seatbelt. You don’t need any assistance, and he knows this, too, but it grants him the opportunity to brush his fingers against yours.
“Where to?” he asks, unwrapping his sandwich from the thin plastic covering and taking a bite. The nickname ‘baby,’ is on the tip of his tongue, but he has to hold back. At least until the two of you figure out what the fuck is going on.
“Home, please,” you say softly, tearing off a piece of your own PB&J. You silently curse yourself for getting such a childish sandwich, but considering the way Eddie’s practically inhaling his, he doesn’t appear to be bothered.
He’s only driven a few blocks when he breaks the awkward silence, leaping right onto the back of the elephant in the room. Or car, rather.
“So, um, about what happened on Saturday,” Eddie starts, but you quickly cut him off.
“I know…you’re married.” You lower your head, too heavy with shame. He’s going to say that I shouldn’t babysit the boys anymore. He’s going to call it all a huge mistake. “It never should have happened.”
You feel your head move slightly as Eddie takes his forefinger and turns your chin to face him. “But it did. And I’m not mad about it.” His voice is firm, confident…it’s something you’ve never witnessed before when he’s talking to his horrible wife.
“…you’re not?”
Eddie shakes his head with a small smile, unable to hide his amusement at your obvious surprise. “Not even close. I’m only mad that we can’t, y’know, actually be together.” His hands grip the steering wheel tighter as he says it; it can’t be a coincidence.
But we can, you think, pressing your lips together in an effort to silence yourself, just leave her and be with me.
Instead, you nod and mumble, “I know.” You take another small bite of the sandwich, hoping the sticky peanut butter will glue your tongue to the roof of your mouth and keep you from saying something stupid and clingy.
Eddie looks at you with wide eyes. “Do you…do you regret it?”
It’s a loaded question. Do you regret letting Eddie Munson fuck you in his marriage bed—the one he shared with his wife—splitting you open while moaning about how good you felt? Not at all. Do you regret that it stirred up feelings that can’t be reciprocated because of his marital status? Absolutely.
“No, I just wish…” you trail off, forgoing your original thought, lest it sound like an ultimatum. Instead, you pose a question of your own. “Saturday night, when you told me you cared about me…how did you mean that?”
He sighs, coming to a complete stop at the stop sign. Throwing the car in park, he turns to you with a look of longing and desire.
“Like this.” Eddie leans in and kisses you, tucking his upper lip under yours. His hand caresses your cheek, and he finishes it off with a soft bite to the plush of your lower lip.
The honk of an irritated driver snaps you both from your passionate stupor, and Eddie uses his right hand to shift gears and his left to give a one-finger wave. You assume that that’s the end of the conversation until he speaks again.
“I’ve cared about you since I saw how great you were with my kids,” he admits. “Tried to convince myself that it was just because, y’know, if something happened to you, it would affect them, but…”
“But?”
“But it was so much fuckin’ more than that.” He doesn’t have enough time to list all the ways he cares about you, the ways he dreams of loving and protecting you. “And now that I really know you, shit, I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”
Eddie stops the car again, ignoring the angered shouting of the person in the vehicle behind you as he turns on the flashers. Before you can open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, his lips are on yours again. His large hands cup your face, the callouses giving you goosebumps as they glide over the soft skin of your cheeks. The butterflies in your stomach seem to float up into your head as you feel lightheaded when the two of you separate.
Not wanting to truly bring that wall down and let him see just how much this is affecting you, you attempt to play it cool—hide how flustered his tender kiss has you.
“And, uh,” you say, clearing your throat before you continue, “what you said about wanting to hear the noises I make…?”
Immediately, Eddie’s eyes darken, and it ignites a fire in your otherwise cold body. He leans in towards you and his voice is low and silky as he says, “I wanted to hear every. Single. Sound.”
It’s getting more difficult by the second to restrain yourself when he makes you want to climb into his lap right then and there.
“And do you? Do you, um, still want it?”
A groan comes from deep in his throat as his eyes never leave yours. “So fucking bad, baby.”
The intense hunger his eyes hold almost has you snapping and throwing yourself at him, but you manage to hold onto that last single thread of restraint you have. Instead, you figure this would be better in a place that isn’t being invaded by the frigid air or when anyone could look in at you two since you’re still in the middle of the road.
“Is anyone at your house?”
Instead of giving you an answer, Eddie puts the truck into drive and presses down on the gas pedal so hard that you think it will fall through the floor of the car. The sudden speed has you pressed to the back of your seat, and you laugh at how impatient he is to get you back to his place.
“Fuck, I love that laugh,” Eddie mumbles more to himself than you.
When you get to the house, it’s so hard not to tear into one another on your way to the front door—even with the biting chill in the air. But there are neighbors and the last thing that needs to happen is someone assuming anything is going on between Eddie and the babysitter and make Brittany out to be some kind of martyr.
As soon as the door is closed behind you though, Eddie has his chest pressed up against your back, his warmth seeping into you.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t know where to touch you first,” he growls in your ear.
“How about…here.” You reach down for his hands and bring them under your shirt. Sliding them up your tummy, you settle his palms right on your breasts. There’s a big goofy grin on Eddie’s face as he gently squeezes at the bra-covered flesh.
“Love these, sweet girl.”
Closing your eyes, you let your head drop back against Eddie’s shoulder as he fondles you.
“You have any idea how many times I thought about your hands on me like this? And other ways?” you ask, your breath bitching when his thumb brushes over your nipple.
“And what about your hands on me?” Eddie asks before pressing hot kisses against the side of your neck.
“Mmm, thought about that too,” you admit. “But I mostly thought about my mouth on you.” You unzip his coveralls and drop to your knees, pushing his boxers down so you can take him in. Precum pearls at the tip of his cock, threatening to drip down the shaft along the thick vein that runs through it.
You wrap your hand around the base, giving kitten licks to his leaking slit.
“Don’t tease me, please,” Eddie whines, cupping his own balls briefly just for the extra sensation.
You move them out of the way, settling in a bit more. “You mean like this?” you ask salaciously, pressing little kisses along the underside of his erection before sliding your tongue along it.
The man whimpers like a damn puppy, clenching his fists and flexing his thighs in a feeble attempt to hang onto his sanity.
“O-Okay, yeah, please, fuuuuuck,” he groans as you take all of him into your mouth. His legs twitch, and his knees nearly buckle and have him crumpling to the ground. “Yeah, right there…shit, thas’ perfect.”
Eddie’s pretty moans encourage you each time you bob your head and envelop him in the warmth of your mouth again. One of his hands rests gently on the top of your head; not grabbing or forcing, simply resting there as if he needs to be touching you in every possible way that he can.
“Christ,” Eddie says with labored breath as he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “I’ve imagined those pretty lips wrapped around m-my cock so many times. But fuck…nothing beats the actual sight of it. Love watching as I disappear inside your sweet little mouth.”
His words have you moaning around his cock, sending delicious vibrations throughout his body. It’s enough to have him teetering on the edge. The hand that isn’t resting in your hair comes up and rubs over his face as he drops his head back and stares at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. Whimpers spill from Eddie’s lips like a prayer, and you start to move your head faster, trying to let your jaw hang looser.
“Shit, baby,” Eddie manages through panting breaths, “I-I’m not gonna last.”
Keeping up your motions, not pausing for a moment, you moan around him to let him know what you want. You’ve dreamt — both daydreams and sleeping dreams — about him finishing inside your mouth and you need it to come true.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks. Another moan around his throbbing dick is how you deign to respond. “So close, princess. Being such a good girl for me—shit. My sweet girl has such a sinful tongue.”
His words have you practically dripping, and you need nothing more than for Eddie to peel your soaked panties off of you. One of your hands slides up and cups his balls, which has him practically keeling over.
“Fuck! Babe, I’m gonna—I’m gonna, shit, I’m cumming.”
Eddie’s warm release fills your mouth, and the tangy taste is like heaven on your tongue. You make sure to milk him for everything that he’s got before you pull off and swallow it all. A little bit dribbles down the side of your mouth, but you catch it with your thumb and pop it into your mouth, making sure to get every last drop.
“Holy shit,” Eddie says, trying to catch his breath. “C’mere.” He tosses his coveralls and boxers aside and helps you off your knees and into the bedroom. “Show me that perfect fuckin’ body of yours.”
Anyone else ever saying that to you in your life would make you self-conscious and be tempted to hide yourself. But Eddie makes you feel safe and desired in a way you never thought possible. He wants to see you like this. It’s a dizzying thought.
You comply, heat blooming up your body towards your face as his gaze is trained on you while he makes himself comfortable up against the headboard. Every little movement, his eyes track it. It’s like you stripping down bare is a class he has to take and he’s the most studious student there ever was. By the time you’re slipping off the last offending item—your drenched panties—you’ve already forgotten that the heap of your clothes is there at the foot of the bed.
Crawling up the mattress to him, you’re about to straddle his waist when he shakes his head. He scoots down a bit so his head is resting flat against his pillow.
“Want you to ride my face, sweet girl.”
The request catches you by surprise and you can’t help the pinch that forms on your brow.
“Are you sure?”
Instead of a sexy or witty remark, Eddie looks you dead in the eye so you know how serious he’s being. “If you don’t sit on my face right now, I will die.”
Leave it to Eddie to bring the theatrics into the bed with you. Still, you give him a skeptical look as you raise an eyebrow.
“You might die if I do,” you say.
“Bullshit,” Eddie says as he reaches for you. Despite your reluctance, you let him pull you up higher towards his mouth. Eddie knows you though and can tell there’s something else you want to say. He looks at you imploringly, doe eyes blinking up at you.
“No one’s ever even eaten me out before you did,” you admit. It surprises Eddie, but he puts a pin in that for later—right now he really needs you to sit on his face.
“Well, let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, babe.” He gently tugs you up so that your pussy is hovering over his mouth. “Now, I’m gonna eat you out, and I need to hear your beautiful noises, yeah?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck,” he moans as he wraps his hands around your thighs and lowers you onto his lips. His tongue glides through your folds and fucks in and out of your hole. You seize the opportunity to grind your exposed clit against his nose.
“Eddie, feels s’good,” you whimper.
Eddie moves away for a second, and you frown at the loss of sensation. “I know you can be louder than that,” he grins before resuming his previous position.
Nerves flood your body. You’re not used to being loud during sex; no guy before Eddie had even given you that urge. You will yourself to relax and let him take care of you, your hands gripping the headboard as you ride his face.
“Yes, Eddie! Holy fucking shit,” you cry out, feeling his hold on your thighs tighten. “You’re gonna make me cum all over your face.”
Eddie just gives a muffled hum of approval, moving his tongue but keeping his head still so you can keep rhythmically pressing your clit against his nose. His tongue is magic, fucking in and out of you like he can’t get enough.
Your release hits you hard, and you lean back to brace your hands on his thighs as you ride out your high, practically screaming your moans loud enough for Peter to hear back on campus. Ironic that his persistence for a second date drove you into the arms—and bed—of another man.
You keep whimpering “Eddie” over and over again as you come down, a pathetic little mewl that has him melting. He gently lays you on the bed and hovers over your gorgeous body, pressing kisses to your lips, smearing them with your own slick.
“Love how you say my name, sweetheart,” he murmurs, a slight growl in his voice. “Also love how you taste.”
The word “love” plays on a loop in your head. You want to hear him say it about you. You want him to make love to you, not just fuck you. Could that fantasy ever come to fruition?
The touch of Eddie’s hand on yours interrupts your longing thoughts. He brings your palm to his cock, and you instinctively wrap your fingers around the hardened length.
“Got me hard again, baby,” Eddie hisses, “like a damn teenager or somethin’.”
You can’t hold back any longer, and the words spill out of you. “Inside me, Eddie,” you plead. “Please.”
“You don’t have to beg, but I’d be lying if I said I hated it.” He smirks, watching as your hand glides up and down his erection. He hasn’t been this turned on since…well, since he came home to you wearing his clothes two nights ago.
“Please, need you inside me, wanna feel how nice you fill me up.” You open your legs wider, and Eddie situates himself between them. Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for some friction.
He’s got one hand on your right breast, the other holds his cock. “Ready for me?”
“Yes, yes, God yes.”
You feel him push into you, and you instinctively arch your back. His calloused hands slide around your waist as he gives slow, gentle thrusts until bottoming out.
“How’s that? Y’good?”
“So, so good.”
His thrusts get deeper and more intentional, and he grins when he hears the small moans escaping your lips.
“E-Eddie?” Your voice is a strong whisper; it’s all you can manage with the way he’s pounding into you.
“Yes, princess?” A shiver snakes its way down your spine at the nickname. Princess. You’re Eddie’s princess.
You stumble over your words, flustered by the new pet name and anxious about how your next request will be received. “Can you, um, say what you said the other night?”
Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion as his hips keep a steady pace, unruly thatch of pubic hair deliciously grazing your clit. “I said a lot the other night, baby,” he chuckles. “You’ll have to be, uh, a little more specific.”
You try and push away the embarrassment, reminding yourself that you’re safe with Eddie. “When you said y-you were going to fill me so good and knock m-me up,” you try again, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation of a bad reaction.
Eddie groans and gives an involuntary hard thrust of his hips. “Holy shit, you’re telling me you like that?” He throws his head back when you nod. “Fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how hot that is to me.”
“So hot,” you agree with another feeble nod of your head.
Eddie grips your waist and flips the two of you so he’s leaning back against the headboard and you’re in his lap. “Shit, Princess. You want my babies, huh? Want me to fill you with my cum, huh? Won’t let any drip out of you, gotta keep it all in there.”
Your eyes practically roll back in your head. All you want is his babies, to walk around with a swell to your belly because Eddie Munson fucked you until he got you pregnant.
“That’s it,” he continues through gritted teeth, “I know you can take it. Such a good girl, wanting all of my cum.”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Munson,” you whimper pathetically, “I’m your good girl.”
Mr. Munson has his brain short-circuiting, and his hips snap upwards at a rapid pace. He wants this to last forever, but the way you look and feel has him on the edge of release once more.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Call me ‘Mr. Munson’ again, baby,” Eddie pleads, pupils blown wide as he begs to hear your beautiful voice.
“Mmm, want your babies, Mr. Munson!” You watch as he throws his head back at the sound of your moans, keeping his frantic pace. “Ri-Right there! Yes, yes, yes!”
The two of you come down from your highs together, you slumped against his chest and his hands resting on your bare back.
“M’pretty sure that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” Eddie finally manages through heaving breaths.
You peek up at him with incredulous eyes. “Really?”
“Hell fuckin’ yes.” He leans down and presses soft kisses along the expanse of your neck. “Everything about you turns me on so ridiculously much. It’s insane. The more I learn about you, the hotter you get.”
You grin to yourself and nuzzle your head against his chest. “Was the best for me, too,” you admit.
“Yeah?” Eddie cocks an eyebrow in disbelief. There’s no way he can compete with the younger guys throwing themselves at you…is there?
“Are you kidding?” You look up at him with a shy smile. “All you have to do is look at me and I get wet.”
“Good to know,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. He turns away for a moment before whipping his head back around, peering at you dramatically. “How ‘bout now?”
You press your lips to his in what’s supposed to be a romantic kiss, but your smiles get in the way.
“Hey, uh, did you…” he starts, clears his throat, and then tries again. “Was I really the first guy to eat you out?”
You nod, downcasting your eyes in embarrassment. “No one ever offered, but I never asked or anything, so…”
Eddie takes your chin in his hand and pulls your gaze back to him. “You never have to ask me,” he murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “I love being able to make you feel good. If I ever turn down eating your pussy, call an ambulance, because I clearly need medical attention.”
Giggling, you go to rest your head on his shoulder when you catch sight of the clock on his bedside table. “Oh, I have to go get the boys,” you say, trying not to sound too disappointed.
“Pretty sure we left a trail of clothes around the house. You go get the troublemakers; I’ll clean up.”
You nod and lean up to press a tender kiss to his lips. He cups your face in his hands and just stares. “Don’t want to let you go,” he murmurs, just short of a whine.
“I won’t be long,” you whisper against his lips.
“Hurry back,” he calls out dramatically, but he’s only half-joking. All he wants is you in his bed, tangled in the sheets, touching each other like you’ll never get enough.
You reach for your purse and dig out your keys. “Wait, I don’t have my car. You picked me up from campus.”
“Take my truck, baby,” Eddie offers, taking his own set of keys from the coveralls laying on the ground and tossing them to you. “We can take the kids to the park or something then the Munson men will bring you back to your car.”
“Such gentlemen.” You giggle when Eddie bows, still fully naked.
It feels like a scavenger hunt to find all the articles of clothing you’d shed, but you’re finally able to get dressed and dart out of the house to pick up Ryan and Luke from school.
When you return back, small Munsons in tow, the scent of just-fried bacon wafts past your nostrils.
“That is the best smell in the world,” Luke declares. He walks towards the kitchen as if he’s in a trance.
You follow behind him and Ryan and see Eddie washing a frying pan out in the sink.
“Daddy!” Luke clings to Eddie’s hips, surprised to see his dad home early. He squeezes him tight, and Eddie has to swallow his emotions before turning around to greet him.
“Hey, buddy.” He drops the pan and sponge in the sink and scoops Luke up and presses a kiss to his head, then ruffles Ryan’s hair.
“Bacon smells good,” Ryan says, peering at the counter where the strips lay on oil-soaked Bounty sheets.
“Thought it could be a snack for the ride to the park. How’s that sound?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.
Both boys cheer, with Luke breaking out into some sort of kung-fu inspired happy dance. His little feet shuffle back and forth along the kitchen tile while his little hands punch the air.
Eddie just laughs and tells his sons, “Go change out of your school clothes and grab your heavy coats.”
Once they’re out of the kitchen, you raise an eyebrow at Eddie and speak softly to him. “Hungry after such a vigorous workout?”
“A little.” He chuckles and gives a shrug. “But really, I was paranoid that it would smell like sex in here.”
You giggle and cover your mouth, worried that you’re too loud. The last thing you need is for the boys to ask what’s so funny.
“You’re so fucking cute,” he whispers, kissing just under your earlobe.
Ryan and Luke come back into the kitchen before you can respond, so you just stand there flustered. It goes unnoticed, since the boys ramble on as the food gets packed up, sneakers are tied, and doors are locked.
“This is the best day ever!” Luke announces, opening the car door and climbing into his booster seat.
“I agree.” Eddie throws a wink in your direction, and your stomach does a flip as you buckle your seatbelt.
Maybe there is more than just lust between you and Mr. Munson.
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would you have any small writing tips to share with others who are attempting to write their own stories?
Sure.
Disclaimer: This is not a full on tutorial on how to write. These are just tiny, tiny little grains of wisdom of things I realized here and there. Do not eat this advice like a full course meal. It isn't one. It's just a dusting of some spices, and I am salt bae-ing them over you, but they are not calorically relevant without a story.
1. Help your readers read your story.
AKA: If you want your readers to build a house, you better take them to a Home Depot and teach them how to use a screwdriver first.
You want your readers to read your story easily? You gotta make your story easy to read. That means learning how to make sentences easier to understand. That means breaking up walls of text into smaller bites. That means - yes - spelling words consistently and using accessible (not Correct, necessarily, but ACCESSIBLE) grammar!
You want your readers to understand your world? You gotta give your readers tools to understand it with. That means explaining new concepts! That means describing stuff a lot! That means using visual language if you don't have actual visuals!
Your readers will not read your mind to know what you MEANT to say. You have to say what you mean. You have to mean what you write. Learn to write clearly. Learn to help your readers.
2. Something that takes you a month to make will take your audience ten minutes to read.
You want to spend an hour drawing one comic panel? Great. You wanna spend an hour writing a single paragraph? Fantastic. You wanna use up a week perfecting a script? Amazing!
Your readers will still glance at that panel for a second before moving on. Your readers will still eat that paragraph in a bite. Your readers will skim that script. If you're lucky.
You cannot control how much your work is appreciated. But you CAN control how much of your time you sacrifice to make it.
Balance the scales.
3. You are not talented.
Neither am I. Nor are any of us.
Listen to me. Listen.
Talent is a beautiful, useful word. But it often lies to us. It suggests that we are born better than others.
This is not often accurate. What talent hides within itself is not pre-ordained inherent skill. It is not something you are birthed being. It is not a statistical difference of physicality.
Talent starts with passion.
Maybe you have passion for stories - so you beg your grandfather to read to you before you can recognize words, and you write a lot in every school assignment, and you pay attention to EVERY story you watch in school plays, and you observe all the characters you see in movies, and you CARE. So. Much. And this moves you to try to write, and then to try again, and then to try harder.
Talent does not exist, because no amount of 'you were made for running' can make you run. No amount of 'you were the son of great authors' can make you write.
But inherent curiosity can push you forward. Inherent curiosity can make you watch, and observe, even before you understand you are observing. Inherent curiosity for your personal interests makes you a fan of writing, of drawing, of world-building. It makes you research how to be a great author before you even know what research is. It auto-tunes you to what you know is good about these things, and it gives you the necessary tools to know what will work and what won't.
So when you think you are talented, understand that this is not something that was done to you in the womb. It was something you raised, and watered like a seed, before you even knew what you were growing.
Don't rely on talent. Understand that you got this far because you CARE about this thing. And don't forget to care. Because that's what has carried you this far, and it is the only thing that can carry you even farther.
also, cringe is dead.
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Hold Me Closer (Sanji X GN!Reader)
Request from @charliepoopyfart 💕
(I got this request and I had like a Thats So Raven vision of what I have to write! Also ngl I'm kinda proud of this, I love Sanji and I feel like I did his justice)
Sanji doesn’t know what happened, just seeing his partner curled up shaking and crying sent him into the most comforting auto pilot.
Warnings: Panic attack & crying
The sun had set hours ago, the Sunny slowly rocking itself and rocking those who where tired to sleep. The kitchen of the sunny was quiet, too quiet. Like every other night, the man who practically lived in the kitchen stood in silence as he finally finished cleaning the dishes. Everyone was fed with his delicious food and now his kitchen was clean, but it was clean with just him. His usual help wasn't there. The one who would insist in staying and helping him clean up. Multiple times a day, no matter what he says he'd always get a "No no its fine, I don't mind staying back with you to help".
The simple act of kindness always made his heart flutter, ah he could never not love (Y/n). Speaking of, where are they? They sped ate through dinner and left without a word, as if they weren't even there at all in the first place. Well, no matter, no one else seemed too phased by it. But something was...itching at Sanji. Like a little voice at the back of his mind saying "find them" like some sort of 6th sense.
Sanji folded the damp hand towel over the counter, turning off all the lights on his way out. The Sunny was dead quiet, a rare occurrence on the Sunny especially with such a loud crew. As Sanji made his way back this his room, his body stopped on its own. In front of (Y/n)s room. He didn't know how, but Sanji could sense a terrible feeling, aura even coming from that room. But he didn't let that get the better of him, he is a grown ass man and one of the strongest in the whole crew after all. He takes a step closer, reaching his hand up and knocking on the door. "Sweetheart, you okay?". The mood in the air had changed, he had cut through it with a knife.
The slight sound of a sniffle had made all the hairs on his body stand up, causing him to move without thinking and open the door. His blood runs cold, his soul leaving his body. There sits (Y/n), curled up in a sitting fetal position, eyes red, face wet and puffy, body shaking, hands clutching at their scalp ready to rip out with ease at any second. "(Y/n)!". Sanji bolts over, eyeing them with their own panic. Shit! They're clearly having a panic attack, looking as if they're going to pass out at any second from all they hyperventilating. "I'll go get Chopper". Before he can move, the edge of his sleeve is grabbed. He looks up at (Y/n), looking into their now dilated eyes.
"Please just...stay with me". They beg. All he can do is comply, nodding at them with a soft smile on his face. "Anything for you". He tells them. (Y/n)s hand slides to grab at his hand, Sanji giving a reassuring squeeze and rubbing his thumb over their knuckles. Their breathing has already slowly started to slow down, hand still shaking as they desperately cling to his. "Is there anything I can get you?". He asks. They just shake their head. "Right now...just you". They answer. Sanjis soft smile widens, nodding again.
Sanji doesn't know how long he sat there, holding their hand until (Y/n) finally clamed down. He could wait hours, hours sitting on his knees till his legs hurt just to be there and stay with them. He'd do that and so much more, just by simply asking. "Sanji". His ears perk up and the tiny call of his name, barely above a whisper. "Yes, love?". He responds. "I think...I'm okay now". (Y/n) tells him, bringing a bright smile to his face. "Okay enough for me to spoil you?". He asks. (Y/n) lets out a soft laugh, squeezing his hand slightly. "Yes". They answer with a laugh.
With that simple agreement, Sanji swiftly grabs a blanket and wraps it around their body. And with ease, he picks them up and carries them out the room. "I didn't know spoiling me meant babying me". (Y/n) jokes. Sanji chuckles. "Anything for you, baby". He flirts, getting another laugh from the lump in his arms. Oh how it was music to his ears, no matter how cliche that is to say it's how he honestly feels. Sanji uses his foot to push open the door to the kitchen, sitting (Y/n) down at the table and walking to the kitchen. "How does a nice warm [fav hot drink] sound? Or would you prefer a sweet [fav sweet] instead?". He asks, already getting ready to make whatever. "Just the drink thanks, I need to hydrate after crying so much". (Y/n) responds with a slight laugh, trying to pop a joke to help the mood. "Of course, anything for you". He answers.
The two sat in a comfortable silence as Sanji made the drink, the sound of the fridge opening and closing along with other clinks and clacks. Soon enough the sound gets replaced with shoes walking over. Sanji places down the drink in front of (Y/n), who turns to look up at him. "Thank you, Sanji. Really, I mean it a lot". They thank him. "Don't worry about it, if you need anything and if this happens again you always have me. I'll always be here for you, love". He tells them in a soft tone. (Y/n) lets out a little laugh, reaching out and grabbing the drink to finally take a sip of the drink. "Its delicious! Thank you again, Sanji". They thank again. He smiles softly down at them. "Anytime".
#one piece x reader#one piece sanji x reader#one piece sanji x yn#one piece sanji x you#sanji x reader#sanji x yn#sanji x you#sanji vinsmoke x reader#sanji vinsmoke x yn#sanji vinsmoke x you.#one piece sanji vinsmoke x reader#one piece sanji vinsmoke x yn#one piece sanji vinsmoke x you
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Part two…
I think I may have perceived the Neil druckmann situation to be a little different than you did. Neil druckmann is from Israel and witnessed this brutality and genocide first hand, since Palestine and Israel have been fighting for many years! He said witnessing this caused a deep anger in him that he harnessed when writing tlou2…
I thought he was using art to make a comment on the situation. Like, he wanted to show that constant fighting over land and religion never leads to anything good. Literally, they showed that the constant fighting between the scars and WLF lead to the demise of both groups. As Shakespeare said, art holds a mirror to reality. Through art, we can make intentional choices that will evoke certain feelings in people. Because of all of the vengeance and violence they participated in, Abby and Ellie both lost everything. Could it be that this theme was missed by you? Art is meant to evoke visceral responses, so it kinda seems like he did his job with that. Also, he supplied financial support to both the Palestine and Israelis, so I’m not entirely sure how it was concluded that he hates Palestine. (I think what is happening oversees is absolutely disgusting, but I don’t see how Naughty Dog is perpetuating the war. Also, you never know what someone has been through or seen, so you really can’t condemn people for compartmentalizing in order to make it through. That is how/why some people are able to temporarily put the bad shit to the back of their mind for a few hours while they click some buttons on a controller.) What is the goal with not buying remastered tlou2? I want to help, but I don’t see how not purchasing a video game will make anything better. I want to understand. Remastered was auto-downloaded to my ps5, since I had it in my wishlist for a while. They already have my money for it, so might as well play it? They can’t benefit anymore from me playing it I don’t think…
while I can agree in the game you see how both side's actions are harmful to one another this isn't the case in real life. In Tlou its clear cut that no side is truly "evil" just the product of violence that isn't their own until they take on the violence but that's not the case in real life with Palestine and Isreal which is where I believe you are misconstruing what I'm trying to say. Palestine didn't do anything to Israel at least not in the same capacity as what Israel has done to them.
Tlou and Palestine/Israeli conflict are different in the sense that there is clear right and wrong, now am I going to sit here and say Palestine is completely 100% innocent no. But in this conflict yes. The people of Palestine shouldn't have to suffer because another nation wants to selfishly take what not there's and kill them to get it.
I am not claiming he hates Palestine but I don't think its fair for him to act like its some their both bad and good on both sides Israelis can walk free in their streets while Palestinians wonder if they will be shot down in there own to "be made an example of". it's not a fair nor accurate representation of the truth.
Not purchasing Tlou 2 shows that using real-world suffering for your profit and gain and not even doing them justice and being fair isn't right nor will be tolerated.
If you truly "want to help" and understand don't argue with me in my asks listing to the dozens of real Palestinians begging you to do what you can and if that means not buying a game then so be it. don't you think they want to be able to sit back and a play game.
I hope this cleared up for you and others why people like me are putting the pressure to not buy and boycott the game.
#ellie williams#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams x reader#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#free gaza#palestine#the last of us#free palestine#gaza genocide
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Another Eddie Munson Fic Rec
This is my 3rd fic recommendation list, and i could probably make so many more.
Smut = *
May contain some Steddie fics, I cannot lie i love them.
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the "yes" policy ~ summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be.. but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining. im a WHORE for mechanic eddie, add single dad eddie?? nothing can get better than this. multipart fic! written by @pinkrelish
seeing stars * ~ summary: A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She’s armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie’s ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she’s an unreadable brick wall when she’s sober. Will Eddie’s attentive persistence help him break down the walls she’s put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn’t feel that way at first. posting this one again bc honestly it is so good and i feel as if it is completely underrated. this author is so so good at writing and is also just a sweet person. PLS READ IM BEGGING. written by @boogiewrites
rumor * ~ summary: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious... pretty spicy. eddie has a tongue ring and a dick piercing. written by @msgexymunson
i put a spell on you ~ summary: Eddie stumbles upon a house in the middle of the woods that contains something he never expected. What happens next is a lot of crazy shit, that takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions. But what he got out of it was a pretty great girlfriend and confirmation that magic was real, and badass. written by @farfromharry
simple rules ~ summary: eddie doesn’t have his life together any better than the next person, but for his daughter, he fakes it well. all he really needed was balance, but he wasn’t sure that even existed—not until you. im such a sucker for dad eddie. its so cute. will hit everytime. written by @munsonquinns amazing writer, their stuff never misses.
bad things *~ summary: You’re the head cheerleader and you fuck Eddie Munson in a bathroom at a Halloween party. written by @goldenbuckyyy
camera shy * ~ summary: eddie’s a popular camboy, along with your best friend steve. one lucky introduction manages to turn your life upside down, arguably, for the better. camboy eddie is near and dear to my heart. written by @munsonquinns
say yes to heaven * ~ summary: when you don’t know what to be for halloween, eddie gives you the perfect idea without even knowing it. he always calls you his angel, so you decide to become one and surprise him for halloween. the events that take place after he sees you are far from angelic and show the devilish side that eddie brings out of you. written by @lilacletter
love bites* ~ summary: eddie munson is super weird. he holds your hand too tight, he has a fascination with your neck, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. good thing you’re super weird, too. vampire eddie. written by the amazing @luveline anything written by this author is simply phenomenal.
this town’s for the record now ~ summary: 'we’ve been friends since childhood, and I’ve accepted that we’re just not meant to be. I’ve moved on and encouraged you to follow your dreams. I didn’t know that your dream was me.’ written by @harringtown
pretty persuasion * ~ summary: You are the proud owner of Hawkins Records and have been for some years now, but dwindling sales mean that you might be forced to close the store that you love so much. Help comes in the form of Eddie Munson, former friend and frontman of a very successful band, but since the two of you hadn’t parted in the best way 12 years ago there is no telling what will happen when you reunite again. absolutely fuckin LOVED THIS HOLY SHIT. pls read. so cute. written by @serasvictoria
somethin unholy* ~ summary: steddie smut, her boys, their girl, it was time to give in. written by @upsidedownwithsteve
fuck me like you hate me* ~ summary: reader begrudgingly ends up crushing on eddie and she is forced to admit it to him in the middle of some very steamy hate sex. written by msgexymunson
rainbow lights ~ summary: A bad trip at your local bar has you seeking out Eddie Munson for help. And he'll be damned if he can't make you feel better. written by @retrobutterflies yall already know this author is so good. i think theyve been on all of my rec lists
the black cat* ~ summary: you and eddie are practically in love with each other, but don’t dare admit it. When the two of you run into each other at steve’s halloween party and he catches a glimpse of your costume, the dams holding back your guys’ pride, break. written by yeonjuns-beanie
do you wanna touch me?* ~ summary: When you and Eddie take a different route in the Upside Down, you come across a strange fungus that leaves you with some unintended side effects. i <3 sex pollen storylines. written by @chestharrington
headliners* ~ summary: Eddie Munson was famous. And an asshole. You were also famous. And a Bitch. You had both been reading each other's lives through headlines for the last five years, so then what happens when you both start to miss out on life milestones? THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT. JUST READ IT. written by @sequincowgrrrl
forbidden fruit* ~ summary: something that is desired all the more because it is not allowed—you find yourself torn between the idea that even though eddie is in a position of authority as your professor, he’s still what you crave the most. written by @munsonquinns
the jar* ~ summary: Reader had a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie. Eddie finds the “hookup jar” after one of their nights together. written by @sweetyyhippyy
faster* ~ summary: Reader goes to watch one of Eddie's most important races but when a dangerous maneuver almost ends in disaster, she helps Eddie calm down in the only way she can. racecar driver eddie???? are you kidding???? thats so sexy. written by @pxrxcxa absolutely love this author omg
kaleidoscope ~ summary: after the death of your father, you and your fourteen year old sister move into the forest hills community. your neighbor, eddie, is very kind, very helpful, and very pretty. things between you and your sister are tense as you learn how to take care of her and how to allow her to grow. written by @newlips
i hate you ~ summary: You and Eddie Munson know exactly how you feel about each other. Until a moment changes everything and you embark on a journey of discovery about your relationship. written by @violetrainbow412-blog
made for lovin you* ~ summary: after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut. written by @xechowritesx
all i ever wanted ~ summary: Eddie has always been your best friend, the person you'd much rather spend your time with than going out on dates, but he swears he never wants to get married and likes to play the wingman for you, so you've come to terms with the fact that things will always just be platonic between you...or will they? written by @denim-mixtapes
friday the 13th ~ summary: you and eddie have a standing best friends date every friday the 13th to watch your favorite horror movies. after you get asked out on a date for the same day, eddie is worried you forgot about him. written by @satelliteddie
disjointed* ~ summary: Nurse!Reader is reunited with her high school crush in the emergency room. written by @boomhauer
this is how it starts* ~ summary: you’re an aspiring writer who gets a chance to interview the frontman of corroded coffin. he’s not shy about taking an interest in you. written by @chainsawmunson
no other will do ~ summary: You're home from college for the holidays. Eddie's playing a show and he wants you to be there. How can you say no to the boy you've been in love with since freshman year? written by @sanguineterrain
i want your video* ~ summary: You had to make your ex pay for what he did, to you and his former fellow Hellfire party member. There's only one person that can truly help you with that. written by @thefreak-thebanished
a special surprise* ~ summary: Reader surprises Eddie by wearing lingerie for him… for the very first time ever. written by @whoahoney
cherry stems and strawberries* ~ summary: When your brothers best friend takes you by surprise after a interesting movie night. written by @86-babyy
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do you guys like steddie??? bc i can make a whole separate post with just steve x eddie.
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson imagine#joseph quinn#eddie munson fanfics#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things 4#stranger things spoilers#steve stranger things#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson rec
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Can you imagine having the seggs with this beautiful man in front of a mirror as he is just whispering in your ear or grunting or moaning encouragement for you to watch every single thing he does to you?
I’m new to your blog and so far what I’ve read is 🥵
I’m not sure if you have any scenarios that happen in front of a mirror. If you do, disregard my message! 😂
Hey darling, welcome 🌹🖤😁
Yes, I wrote this scenario several times. You can find it here :)
Summary: You are finally pregnant and Henry is going out of his way nesting and making sure everything is ready for the baby, while you’re feeling a little bit insecure about your body.
Summary: Henry x Reader mirror sex drabble
Sherlock x OFC - basically virginity loss in front of the mirror
Not exactly a mirror sex story but it cuts close, i guess. August wants to film you having sex and make you look... during.
#ask freya#henry cavill#henry cavill x reader#august walker x reader#august walker#sherlock holmes#sherlock holmes x reader
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i wrote your name for you tag when i answered your ask and then it auto corrected to cheese. so begs the question: do you like cheese and if yes what’s ur fav
HJSBGJSJBGSDH CHEESE yes i fucking love cheese any cheese but like ??? maybe brie? provolone? ricotta? i like them light and a little salty and creamy and sunghoon flavored anyways what kind of cheese do you like my darling
#🀄️ask#🀄️josephine#cheese ?#i love not being lactose intolerant#dairy queen size queen ice queen you name it
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‘Thoughts of You Consume’ writing update for you all (plus a sneak peek of a later chapter)
First off, I want to say thank you to all of you who have been reading and invested in my works. Truly, I cannot tell you how much your support means to me, and it never fails to make me giggle and kick my feet when I think of how many people are enjoying my silly stories.
For everyone asking- yes, I am still writing my snowjanus longfic ‘Thoughts of You Consume’. I’ve gotten a lot of comments and asks, and it felt easier to post this then answer them all (although I still might try to)
There has been a lot that’s arisen in my personal life this past month (unexpected move, loss of a pet, relapse with my auto-immune disorder) that has caused me to put my fics on hold while I focused on getting my life back on track. (Aka- i’ve been reading a shit ton of books. Sometimes the writer just needs to be the reader for a moment)
I have not forgotten about the fic, or about all of you lovely readers! I have the next chapter half written, and I try to visit it every day to add even just a little <3
I’m hoping to have a new update for you soon, but in the meantime, as a treat- enjoy this little excerpt from a future chapter:
(Spoiler Warning)
Coriolanus is quiet as he sneaks back in to the Snow’s apartment, though he’s not entirely sure why. Surely their grandmother has already gone to bed, and it’s not like he has anything to hide. So he’d been out with a friend- that’s not too absurd is it?
Yet he still feels as though he’s done something wrong.
He begins to head straight to his room, but pauses as he passes their kitchen, seeing a candle lit on the table. His cousin is bent over her latest bit of embroidery- some tablecloth for Fabricia. He doesn’t know what leads him to it, but he finds himself walking closer, crossing in to their little kitchen.
His foot steps on a creaky floorboard, causing Tigris to startle, before laying her eyes on him.
“Oh! You’re home- I hadn’t heard you come in.”
Coriolanus hums, walking silently to their worn kitchen table, and takes a seat across from his cousin.
“Did you have a nice night?”
Again he hums, watching as she returns to her embroidery. Her needle slides delicately through the fabric, weaving an intricate floral design with mere thread alone.
“Did you eat while at the Plinths?”
A spike of fear grips his heart- how did she know where he’d been? He certainly hadn’t told her, that’s for sure. But then… where else is he known to go? He doesn’t maintain friendships outside of the Academy, hasn’t gone over to anyone’s place besides Sejnaus’s. Yes, that’s right. It was a mere logical deduction on her part, nothing more. She hasn’t picked up on anything, other than his mundane habits.
The thought eases a bit of his chest, though really, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she knew. Tigris has come to be his one and only confidant, and the fact that he’s kept this from her so long eats away at his insides, a muddled up secret begging to be set free.
The two of them sit in relative silence for a while after. Coriolanus watches the candle sink lower and lower, his mind playing over the events of the day, playing over Sejanus’s face, Sejanus’s words, Sejanus’s everything.
Eventually, it becomes too much to bear. He opens his mouth and pauses, weighing his words in his throat before finally speaking.
“Can I- can I ask you something Tigris?”
His cousin looks up from her embroidery, her needle in hand as she peers at him in the dim light. She cocks her head, care and concern laced in her expression.
“Of course Coryo. What is it?”
Coriolanus takes in a breath, holding it carefully in his chest before releasing. He tries and fails to formulate just how to go about asking what he means. Eventually, he settles for something more cryptic than he’d have liked.
“Would it be so wrong if I were… different?” Coriolanus asks, desperately hoping Tigris will somehow pick out his deeper thoughts and meaning.
“Different how?” She replies, and Coriolanus feels his chest deflate like a balloon. Of course she couldn’t know- and he isn’t likely to tell her just now.
“Never mind,” he mumbles, standing from the table. He’s suddenly quite exhausted, and finds he’d like nothing more than to curl up and let the day be washed away in the grips of sleep.
“Coryo, wait-“
Tigris stands as well, reaching out to grab onto his arm. He allows himself to be stopped, turning to face his cousin as she steps closer, standing directly in front of him as she places her hands on his shoulders.
“Different is never bad, Coryo.” Her eyes bore intently into his, so full of tenderness, full of love and care. “You could be all sorts of different, and it wouldn’t matter one bit to me.”
Coriolanus can’t tell if she’s grasped at anything, or if her statement is truly a blanket one. But still, it makes the ache in his chest loosen, makes his eyes flood with tears that he can’t fully understand, besides knowing that they’re partly forming out of relief that his cousin wouldn’t abandon him should she find out he were disgrace to their family name.
“Thank you Tigris,” he murmurs. She reaches up to cup his cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear that falls.
“Oh Coryo,” she whipsers, before pulling him close in her arms. He buries his face in her neck, holding his breath as though he could hold in his tears, his eyes screwed shut as her hand passes gently through his hair.
He pulls back a moment later, his vision blurred by his unshed tears. “I’m off to bed,” he says with a sniff, stepping back with his gaze trained at the floor. He doesn’t wish to see Tigris’s pity in her eyes just now, doesn’t wish to see all the ways she might suspect him different.
“Alright,” she murmurs. “Sleep well Coryo.”
He nods, turning on his heel to trudge back into his bedroom. Once past the threshold, he closes his door, leaning back on the thick mahogany wood with his eyes squeezed shut, his breath held tight in his chest.
It’s no use now that he’s alone. The sobs come quietly, because Coriolanus had learned early on in life how to manage his grief in silence. Slowly, he slides down the door until he’s sitting on the barren floor. He tugs his knees up to his chest, buries his face in his hands, and weeps.
He can’t fully work out just what he’s weeping for.
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I don't know but I feel like Miss mouse could've made this post. Specially thinking back at her first date with Eddie 🤭
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UGH YES 😩 this is their relationship to a T. miss mouse set her sights on him within two minutes of walking into the auto shop and has made it eddie's problem ever since. she threw him every signal on earth, did all the smooth talking, literally showed up to his house and made him soup, and still remains so enamored with his shy giggle and blush when he makes eye contact for too long.
here's a fitting snippet from ch 12 to go along with this:
Regarding you down the length of his nose, he dipped his smoker’s rasp into something rougher, deeper, resonating from the courage in his chest, “Y’know, I used to worry about making things weird at work if I made a move on you and it wasn’t appreciated–”
“Oh?” you interrupted, pointing above you. “Do you.. Do you not see the flashing sign over my head begging you to ask me out?”
“Shush,” he reprimanded you with a wolfish spank over your back pocket.
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FFF day 8: degradation
Jongho/reader
word count: 1.5k
masterlist fff masterlist
warnings: road head, degradation (duh), car sex (not how you'd think), public sex, jongho is a good boy, demeaning names (slut, brat, whore, bitch), handjob, blowjob, masturbation
this was written by the same mutual of mine who wrote day 4! I was so busy with school they stepped up again to help me out. my jaw was on the floor when I read this god damn
“Please y/n, not here.”
A loud pop resonated in the car as you pulled your lips off Jongho’s dick.
“I told you to fucking drive and you can’t even do that much?”
Jongho was driving the new Tesla he got last week as part of his promotion at work. He was highly intelligent and one of the leading software engineers at his company. Although he enjoyed his job, he was constantly working and stressing about his team’s incompetence. Fortunately for you though, that resulted in his strong desire to be submissive and let go of control.
Jongho whimpered when you released your lips. Although you refrained from sucking, you couldn’t help but continue to stroke your saliva along his length.
“It’s on fucking autopilot. What are you so worried about?”
“I just, I can’t have everyone on the road seeing my dick.”
“Oh,” rolling your eyes. “Now you’re worried? Mid-suck?”
Normally you’re not this mean to Jongho, but he specifically requested you to be the nastiest you could be given how stressful work had been lately.
You looked up at his face from your position. He kept his eyes on the road, afraid to look down and draw more attention to you.
“Fine, I’ll just stop.” You released your hand, fully committed to not bringing him to orgasm. You weren’t going to waste your efforts on someone who wasn’t begging for you. And besides, it felt so good to torture him.
“No!” Jongho blurted out. In the corner of his eyes, he caught your eyebrows raise in shock. “I mean,” Jongho corrected his tone to a calmer one. “Please don’t stop,” he begged.
“I can’t tell what you want, you useless slut. Do you want to cum or not?”
“Ye- ye- yes,” he whimpered. He mulled over his next decision. “I want whatever you give me.”
“Good, and you’ll stop being a brat who begs and backs out.” Just before your lips touched the head of his cock, you came up with a better idea. “Pull over,” you commanded.
“What?! We’re in the middle of the highway.”
“You heard me whore. Pull. Over.”
It didn’t take much convincing. He had just agreed to whatever you wanted. And he was secretly thrilled to be dominated by you.
Jongho took the car out of auto-pilot and pulled over onto the side of the highway, flicking the hazard lights on.
“What do you want m-“
“Lower the seat back.”
He paused to check that you were serious before he pushed the seat away from the steering wheel. He felt scared and turned on all at once.
The wind from the cars passing you vibrated your car. Some people glanced as they passed to see if you needed help, assuming you had pulled over because of car trouble. “Perfect,” you thought. You couldn’t help the smirk on your face when you realized just how many people would have a show. You were about to fuck, no… DOMINATE one of the most influential men in the tech industry right in front of the public. Your heart was beating so fast from the exhilaration of being a sadistic fuck to your man.
Jongho was quite nervous about what you had planned though, assuming you wanted to fuck right then and there. At least if you were fucking, his dick would be hidden from the public and maybe you’d finally let him cum. But you had much better plans.
“You are not to touch yourself at all. You’re gonna watch me. You’re not allowed to look at the road or mirrors. Only. Me.”
“But…” Jongho begged.
“Ah!” You stopped him. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
Remaining in your seat, you pushed down your thong onto the floorboard and kicked it off your feet. Your knees touched the edges of the car as you spread your legs. You slowly plunged your fingers into your sopping wet pussy. The sound was absolutely exquisite and turned you on even more.
“Ugh, I’m so wet,” you whispered to yourself, quite enamored with your own juices. Slowly, it seemed like you had forgotten he was there and were simply there to pleasure yourself. Like you didn’t need him.
Jongho stared silently, mouth opened and hanging on the floor. He had no words for what he was witnessing. The two of you had only dabbled in public adventures before and this was an extreme for him. What had gotten into you?
You fingered yourself for a minute before raising yourself up onto your knees and twisting around to grasp the headrest.
You raised one leg over and placed your knee in between his. His thighs were so juicy, but now was not the time to praise him.
He looked down at your leg resting in between his. His dick was so hard right now and it hurt so badly. The blood was about to burst out. He’d beg for some relief if he weren’t stuck in shock.
“Look at me, you whore,” you yanked his chin towards you. “I’m the star of this fucking show, not you.” You pinched his cheeks together tightly, hoping it would cause him slight pain. To your surprise, his cheeks were quite squishable.
“Now,” bringing your focus back to yourself. You had never done this before and to be honest, you were a little nervous.
You lowered your hips slowly to graze the top of the gear shift and wet it with your pussy. Pressing further down, your clit made contact with the hardness and you let out a groan. Even though you were depriving Jongho of touch, you were even more deprived. Finally something had touched your clit and you couldn’t stop staring at your lips making out with the black leather that covered the bulbous stick.
You pushed further down and sank onto the gearshift. You let out a gasp. The feeling was shocking. You had never felt something so round in your pussy before and it was slightly bigger than Jongho.
You pumped up and down just a little to help adjust to the stretch. You looked over to find Jongho’s eyes locked on yours. He was gripping the sides of his seat incredibly hard to keep from touching his dick glistening with precum.
All that could be heard was the buzz of cars racing past you and the squelch of your lips moving up and down the gearshift. Your pussy was out for the whole world to see and this is what power felt like.
Unable to hold back any longer, you pounded into the gearshift harder than before, determined to cum. But it wasn’t going to take much. You swore you could cum just from a slight flick to your clit.
“Jongho,” you commanded with a breathlessness. You grasped the two headrests and stared out the back window.
“Yes,” Jongho hesitated in fear that he might do something wrong again.
“I want you to keep looking at me but you can touch your dick now.”
“But I want you-“
“Jongho! Should I take away that privilege?” Jongho rapidly shook his head. It was better to follow your orders than to not get anything at all. He spit on his hand and touched his dick.
Jongho let out a sigh and let his head hang back.
“You have been such a bitch today Jongho.” He let out another groan from your degrading words. Nothing was hotter to him than when you insulted him incessantly. “You should be fucking grateful I let you touch your dick at all.”
“Y/n,” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
“It’s only been 30 seconds. Are you that pathetic that you can’t even hold out for a whole minute?!” You were actually quite shocked that he was about to cum so quickly… and flattered.
You slowed down your pace to admire his fucked out face.
“Yes, I’m so pathetic for you,” he moaned out.
“For who? Say it again.” You gripped his cheeks once again.
“For you y/n,” locking eyes with you. “I’m so pathetic for you and only you.”
“That’s right you cunt. Me. And only me.” Truly nothing in this world felt better than having your man beg for you in the most pitiful way possible. You released his face. “You can cum once I cum.”
“Okay,” he groaned, barely keeping it together. “Please hurry.”
Jongho’s pathetic begging sent you over the edge. The wave of pleasure hit you and tingles filled your body as you shook around the stick shoved into your pussy.
“Y/n- ach.”
Although still not over your high, you took his dick with your right hand and leaned into his ear.
“Come on, baby. For me,” you whispered delicately.
At last he released himself. Cum covered his pants and even squirted so far as the steering wheel.
“That’s it baby,” you milked him slowly. “Give me every last drop.”
Jongho’s orgasm finally subsided and his head hit the headrest. He looked so hot covered in sweat and completely fucked out. He was definitely too inebriated to drive but luckily you could just use the autopilot.
Before you could turn the car back on, you saw red and blue lights swirl in the distance accompanied by a siren.
“Oh shit.”
#ateez smut#choi jongho smut#choi jongho#jongho smut#february filth fest#exololyunho's february filth fest
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If you enjoyed/are enjoying Baldur's Gate 3 I beg you to try out Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. This is a long post about why.
The scope is huge, the companions are wonderful, and the dungeon delving is fun. There are some really impressive set pieces even given its more limited presentation.
Did I mention the companions are wonderful? Pathfinder still uses the alignment system 5E has since ditched, but I was impressed with how well it made "Evil" characters still work as comrades or love interests even if you're playing a purely "Good" protagonist. Alignment is a simple system, but these people are complicated.
I love that they form friendships outside of the player and interact with each other in skits and during conversations. I like that there are some pretty wild swings their arcs can take depending on your encouragement down one path or another, even if I will never be able to make some of the Evil choices myself.
A few warnings:
-Pathfinder is a significantly more complicated, crunchy system than 5E. It can be pretty intimidating making a character and leveling up. Don't be afraid to use a guide, and definitely don't be ashamed of using a lower difficulty.
-There are straight, gay, and bisexual party members, so not everyone is available to the protagonist depending on your character creation choices. If you don't want to be disappointed, look it up beforehand.
-You cannot date Woljif without a mod. I'm sorry. I was disappointed, too, until I met Daeran, the perfect man, my beloved horrible beast.
-There is a game within a game mechanic that starts after the first act. It is basically a limited version of the game Heroes of Might and Magic jammed into this game. I like it, some probably will hate it.
-Companions can be respecced, but they're forced into their default class for at least one level.
A few mechanical things WOTR does strictly better:
-Controller support is less prone to bugs, and almost all items in the world are either in boxes or on corpses rather than scattered about individually. It's much more manageable and comfortable if you're stuck using controller like what I am.
-You can loot all of the corpses in an area at the same time, and it prompts you when you leave a zone to loot any significant drops you may have left behind.
-Your companions' skills can be used for skill checks in dialogue and out in the world. If someone has a higher Lore (Religion) skill than you, the game uses theirs instead of yours to determine what dialogue choices are available.
-It auto selects the character with the highest lockpicking/disarming skill when you choose to go after a chest or door or trap that needs it.
-The greater complexity of Pathfinder means you also get a lot more options for character class and progression. Build diversity is high.
-Party size is 6, so you've got some flexibility to bring along the folks you like rather than having to worry as much about filling specific roles.
-Two battle systems are available: Real Time With Pause (think ye olde Baldur's Gates) and Turn Based. I do NOT like RTWP, so I stick to Turn Based, but if you like that one, enjoy.
There's probably more but this post is long already. Anyways, if you want more CRPG after your BG3 adventures are over, give it a go. It's good! I love it! It's extremely long so WATCH OUT!
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Little Red Corvette (Ft. The Beatles) Part One
Benjamin O’Brien lives in Brighton Falls, California, trying to escape the trauma from a protest that caused him to lose his voice.
When an old friend visits and signs him up for a street race for his 18th birthday, he buys a beautiful Chevrolet Corvette unaware that under all its pain lies a stubborn but gentle Autobot from outer space with no memory and shared love for 80’s music.
Or
Reverse Roles of AU of Bee and Charlie meeting and giving each other their named through the magic of music and insect posters.
(And yes, Bee is a fan of the Beatles bc I said so)
Next (Coming Soon)
Ao3 Sneak Peek and Link Below
Benjamin O’Brien has a normal life, or at least tries to.
Every morning he wakes up, eats his breakfast, takes painkillers for his damaged vocal cords, goes to community college for his auto shop classes, and goes to work at the beach boardwalk. It gets boring after a few months doing the same thing over and over again but it’s not the worst. He’s finally getting a proper education and now lives near the beaches of California, something younger Ben could only dream of doing.
It’s not the racing life but better than dying on the frontlines.
Tomorrow is his birthday and Ben wanted to treat himself. Days and weeks of a domestic life, he deserved for a bit of an adventure. A while back, he saw posters for a movie marathon at the local drive-in and Ben is a sucker for 80’s movies (His copy of the Breakfast Club is worn out from his 50th rewatch). He would go but the poor guy doesn’t have a car except a yellow Volkswagen Beetle that doesn’t even work. Who in their right mind goes to drive in without a car? Only the insane in his opinion.
Not too far from his host home is the local junkyard. Ben sometimes works there for extra cash or when he just wants to get his hands dirty working on cars again. For the past few days, he has been getting parts to repair the Beetle, using half of his wages to buy the parts he needed but so far his work has been in vain. Maybe on the day before his birthday, he’ll get some luck.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
His head buried under pillows and blankets, the tired 17-year-old slams his fist onto his alarm clock, silently cursing in annoyance at the dreaded box yet forces himself to sit up, blinking his blurry vision to adjust to the sunlight. Hoping to wake himself up, Ben leans over to his bedside table, puts on his black bluetooth headphones and presses play on his phone.
“Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is the singer in a band. Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face” and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on! Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on!”
Ben mouths the upbeat lyrics as he changes out of his pajamas, slipping on a white tank top and slightly-used navy jeans from the carpet. He goes to brush his teeth and his head naturally begins to beat, the tiredness and annoyance from before already fading away. The teen cleans himself up and goes to the kitchen to eat breakfast, turning up the music on his headphones to dance on his way to the cabinets. Thank god no one is home. He opens the cabinet door to grab the last box of cereal but a knock in the door interrupts.
Ben slides his phones down to his neck. Who could possibly be up this early? The teen turns off his music and makes his way to the door, putting down the cereal box to turn the handle. The door swings open and his eyes immediately catch the hot pink color of hair.
“Hey, I-“
OH HELL NO!
SLAM!
The house nearly shakes at how fast Bee slammed the door on his old friend. Ben doesn’t let her answer, grumbling angrily at his visitor and ignoring the desperate knocks from the other side.
It’s too fucking early for this.
“Bee, please.” She begs between her knocks, “I just want to talk!”
The blonde teen freezes. Bee? Geez, I haven't heard that nickname in years.
Arcee, the hot-pink-haired biker outside his door, keeps knocking, her requests to let her inside fading into white noise in Ben’s ears. Hearing her voice again, just as panicked as he last heard her, hurts more than he thought it would.
Ben stays silent, which is all he can ever do. His hand trails up to his neck where a faded scar across his Adam's apple, his fingertips tracing the indents of the jagged shape. He wanted to put his old life in New York behind him, a life of fighting and protesting against a corrupt system. It wasn't supposed to be violent. Optimus promised that they wouldn't try to resort to force but the Decepticon mafia attacked first and that protest became a riot, one that cost him his voice.
Don't do it Ben. Don’t do it. It’s been almost a year. You can’t get hurt anymore.
Arcee was there at the protest but wasn’t there when Sergent Blitzwing ripped out his vocal cords. She doesn’t know his pain and the trauma that riot caused. Yet, his heart longed for a friend. Living alone has taken a toll that Ben isn’t willing to accept.
Maybe for a moment, just a moment. Then she can leave and never come back.
Ben shaking hands goes to unlock the door. The wooden barrier swings open and he stares blue to brown eyes at Arcee, who’s relieved at the open door. She smiles awkwardly but tries to put up a comforting face.
“Hey Bee,” she mumbles. A beat passes and the two just stand there. Bee looks at the clock and sees the minute hand inching closer to the 9.
Gah! I’m late!
The teen quickly types into his phone, “Do. You. Know. Sign. Language. ”
The biker perks up, surprised by his form of communication but doesn’t make a show of it. “Yes, I do.”
Bee tucks his phone into his pocket and steps aside, giving Arcee the permission to enter his home before he rushes to the kitchen to eat his unmade breakfast. Arcee nodded in appreciation and walked in, shuffling her feet onto the black floor mat before taking off her boots. She looks around, in awe of where his old crewmate has been staying for the past year. It’s surprisingly big for a teenager living alone and not to mention so close to the beach.
“A nice place you got here,” Arcee compliments, earning a humble buzz as Bee pours out his breakfast, briskly walking back and forth from his bowl and the fridge, “How’d you get it?”
“Host family.” Ben signed after putting away his milk, “Currently on vacation.”
As far as Bee remembers, the raceway in New York has always been his family. He was homeschooled in the pits and learned to drive before he could hit puberty. His origins are a complete mystery and for a while, he didn’t mind until he left. It was at that moment that Bee realized that he had no one. No one on the team was biologically related to him and there are no records of his birth. Bee might as well be non-existent.
The O’Briens are nice. Their son Dylan warmed up to him very quickly and his parents treated him like any other decent person would, even indulging in his odd taste for 80’s pop culture and music. Staying with them was a great idea but Ben knows he’ll never be part of their family and that’s okay. He wasn’t even offended when the family didn’t bring him along to their pre-paid vacation. He’s only living with them and that’s a fact that Ben is willing to accept.
Seeing his true family again and standing under the same roof as someone he considered as an older sister is odd. Arcee looked different since he last saw her. Her hair is shaved and cut up to her chin, her outfit consists of way more leather and black, and her wedding ring is missing.
Did something happen to her and Cliffjumper? Hopefully they didn’t end on bad terms.
Arcee remains quiet, looking around the O’Brien’s house with curiosity. It has only been a year but Bee has changed a lot. Bee has definitely taken the time to relax and act like an actual teen. He looks a bit more round and chubby, especially around the face, but his muscles remained firm, emphasized by his tank top while not too obvious. The biker laughs to herself remembering how much a skinny stick Bee was. The headphones are a new addition and so is his attire. Arcee realized that he had never seen Bee in jeans before, always found running around without the restriction of the denim.
Bee grows annoyed at the silence and stops eating to knock on the table, grabbing Arcee’s attention. “What are you doing here?” He signs as milk and crumbs drip from the corners of his lips.
Arcee leans back on her seat and smiles warmly, “Is it bad for an old friend to visit?” She joked, walking towards the dinner table where Bee is sitting. Bee frowns, an annoyed buzz escaping his throat which annoyed him even further.
I hate it when it does that.
Her grin fades into concern, curious and worried about the lack of the upbeat voice she once remembered, “What happened to your voice?”
“None of your business.” Bee gulps down the last of his cereal and dumps his empty bowl into the sink. Bee walks in long strides, speeding his pace to get out of the house as quickly as possible but Arcee isn’t so keen to see her old friend leave so soon, not when she just got him back.
“Bee, can we just talk?” Arcee sighs, exasperated by her old friend’s stubbornness but there’s a hint of begging in her voice.
There’s no denying that the base hasn’t been the same since Bee disappeared. They all thought he died but Orion knew he wasn’t. The biker didn’t know how he knew or why her leader never pushed to find his surrogate son but Arcee isn’t the type to let go of someone close to her so quickly. Not after…
Cliff.
With a red and yellow plaid button-up in his hand, Bee pauses at the soft desperation. It hurts to hear but before he could open his mouth, any and all words that could comfort her, reassure his friend that he misses her just as much, die from his lips, even if he can talk. He doesn’t look at her and taps on the doorway in morse code, “I have to go to work.”
The pink-haired biker remained frozen in her seat as the door slammed shut.
The rest of the day went by like a blur filled with crowds on the boardwalk and bullies from his classes dumping lemonade or making his job not worth the $20 an hour. It’s almost pathetic. The blonde knows any and every way possible he could run star wrestler, Shelby “Shatter” Bassett, into the ground without breaking a sweat. Maybe a punch in the face or a scratch on her boyfriend’s (admittedly stunning) royal blue AMC Javelin could also get him to shut up.
But he’s not B-127 the Freedom Racer anymore.
He’s just Benjamin the Hot Dog on a Stick cashier.
After a thorough wash to get all the lemon pulp out of his hair, Bee made a pit stop at the junkyard. With his birthday coming up in a few hours, the young teen hoped that he could get the Beetle up and running. He grabs his red toolkit from the back of the motorized bike he rides on, voicelessly greets the owner and rushes into the piles of the cars in the lot, taking apart the pieces he wants. Grime and oil gets on his button-up and skin and the metallic stench of rust seeps into his nostrils but the blonde doesn’t mind, remembering the similar smell back in New York except missing the sound of race cars zooming in the background.
“Can’t catch me, Bee!”
“Fat chance!”
“Go faster, papa! Faster!”
“If you say so, little one!”
“Tell me where your friends are hiding!”
Wait.
“I’ll never talk!”
Stop.
“Is that right?”
Stop it!
SHING!
“Then let’s make it official.”
NO!
#transformers#bumblebee 2018#bumblebee movie#bumblebee#tf bumblebee#charlie watson#charbee#cross posted on ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#im so sleep deprived#i need my charbee fluff to live#i had enough with all the angst#reverse au#humanformers au#humanformers#i guess but idk#freedom racers au
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Can i request rottmnt platonic reader with all turtles + april & Cassy jr (maybe Cassandra as well) HC?
Reader loves getting (yes this's not auto correct) they love getting roasted by people so they constantly asks their friends to roast them about anything; their look, their accent, something they done.
To reader this's like their favorite type of humor and they wholeheartedly enjoy it.
ASKFHDSJSJ WAIT WHAT THIS IS SUCH A HILARIOUS INTERESTING CONCEPT AND IM HERE FOR IT
r a p h
he is so confused. i mean, they all are, but-
why would you be WILLING want to get insulted???
is very against it in the beginning, like hell no i will not insult my friend what is wrong with you
eventually (with the help of your begging) he finally roasts you …
but his roasts are awful so-
was so disgusted at himself the first time he insulted you
but eventually got used to it after realized it genuinely did not affect you
l e o
bitch roasted you before he even knew you enjoyed it
but when you told him you enjoyed it??.?
GENUINELY HAD THE MOST CONFUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE IT WAS DEAD HILARIOUS
you laughed at his face and he was still so confused
eventually got over the shock and confusion and just continued doing it
more often though
i mean, someone is actually enjoying his roasts???
sure it’s confusing af but he’ll take it lmfao
d o n n i e
thought you were joking at first ngl
after realizing you weren’t joking thought it was just some weird thing humans (or other yokai if you aren’t human) do
but nope
just you
genuinely confused as to why you would enjoy it
doesn’t roast you at first (at least no more than usual) but reluctantly starts after you somehow convince him (what witchcraft do you hold????? /j)
slowly gets used to it and starts doing it more
somehow managed to go too far once and he had to apologize lmfao
a p r i l
also thought you were joking
if you’re a yokai/mutant she thought it was some weird thing related to that
but if you’re human-
girl just flat out confused
was hesitant to roast you at first just in case
but adjusted to it pretty quickly
it doesn’t offend you, sooo… why not-?
c a s s a n d r a
so confused
you… you like being insulted???
doesn’t know what to do at first tbh
“you want me to insult you???”
”yep.”
”well… i suppose if it makes you happy-“
and then continues on to roast you
not great roasts but it’s amusing lmao
c a s e y j r
out of all of them, the MOST confused
does NOT understand
flat out refuses to insult you
doesn’t want to offend you, even if you want to be offended
as time goes on he becomes a bit more open to the idea, but still will not purposefully insult you
does not understand it at all
even tries to get you to not tell others to insult you because he simply cannot understand how you aren’t offended
thanks for reading and requesting !! hope you enjoyed !!!
#chair writes#rottmnt x reader#platonic rottmnt#platonic rottmnt x reader#platonic reader#rottmnt x platonic reader
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