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bookworm / eddie munson

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rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: fem!reader, smut (obvi), pet names (sweetheart, babe), little bit of calling eddie sir, dom!eddie, spanking, thigh riding, orgasm denial, oral (f recieving), fingering, sex, choking, degradation, praise, slight size kink/eddie making you feel him in your stomach (technically), bit of a breeding kink

eddie catches you reading a not so innocent book and tries to replicate it for you

the sound of eddie strumming his guitar filled the space of his bedroom as you sat propped against his wall. as usual, your nose was buried in a book as the world around you faded away. while eddie was trying to figure out a verse for one of the new songs for corroded coffin, you were in new york city.

metaphorically, obviously.

you were a privileged rich girl who never lifted a finger who met a very attractive, slightly older man who worked hard his whole life to become a multi millionaire. when seeing how much of a spoiled brat you were, the man decided he needed to teach you a couple lessons. and oh shit was it good.

you had a bit of a problem with inserting yourself into books. obviously your name wasn’t gigi hendricks and you were far from a rich girl living in the big apple, but really what was the harm?

when you came up on a scene that was definitely spicy, you debated putting the book down until you got home. but the way this author wrote was addicting. the foreplay was very detailed, the man being so very teasing and you couldn’t lie the thought of being spanked like that turned you on.

you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as he began rubbing her through her panties, degrading her as she got wetter and wetter. she was begging for more friction, but he only allowed her to grind on his thigh.

eddie sighed as he decided he needed a break if he was going to get anywhere with this verse. he looked over to you to ask if you wanted to go rent a movie or something but you were engulfed in the book. he furrowed his brows as he saw your lip in your mouth, chewing on it. your eyes were widened, pupils expanded as you scanned the page. he put his guitar down on the floor while watching you closely.

he noticed you unconsciously rub your thighs together and slightly roll your hips and his eyes widened. no way his best friend was turned on in his bed right now. he decided this could be his shot to make all his fantasies come true, so he leaned towards you. “whatcha reading, sweetheart?” eddie smirked, watching you jump at his voice.

“my book?” you questioned, cheeks burning.

eddie rolled his eyes. “no shit, y/n. what’s it about?” he asks, watching you tense up.

your mind blanks for a second. you could not tell your best friend you were reading literal porn. “uh, it’s a romance. enemies to lovers type stuff,” you shrug, trying to play it off.

eddie eyes you for a moment and the lunges for you, trying to grab the book. you scream in surprise and turn, holding it close to your chest. “eddie!” you yell as he climbs on top of you, trying to grab it.

“let me see!” he yells, trying to pry your fingers off it. you won’t let go, so he reaches down to tickle your side. it catches you off guard, enough so that he can take the book from your hold. he sits up, using one hand to bat yours away as he brings the book up to his face all while straddling you.

you panic, embarrassment flooding you. “eddie, stop. don’t read it,” you beg but eddie already is.

eddie smiles evilly at you before looking back to the book. he clears his throat and you try hitting him in the chest. “my hot arousal drips from my desperate hole, soaking my black lace panties. adam watches me with an unimpressed look as i shamelessly grind against his clothed thigh, my bud begging for any attention. i let out helpless whimpers into his ear, hoping he’ll just give in and fuck me like the bad girl i am,” eddie recites, watching you cover your face with your hands.

he skims a couple paragraphs before reading again. “he slides my drenched panties down my legs at an agonizing pace before slipping them into the pocket of his suit pants. ‘you won’t be getting those back,’ he purrs as his soft hands spread my legs. i reveal my glistening pussy to him and he lets out a hum of approval. ‘so wet for me, huh whore?’ he teases, running a finger through my folds as i shiver. he lowers himself to his knees, making his face level with my pussy. ‘please, sir, please,’ i beg, trying to push my hips towards his awaiting mouth. he gives me a stern look and i think he’s going to stop, but then his hot mouth is closing around my throbbing clit,” eddie reads off, his dick hardening a bit at the story. he looks down at you, covering your face in embarrassment. what he can’t see, is you clenching your legs together to try and get some relief.

“damn, sweetheart. this is the shit you read?” he asks, trying to grab your attention.

you shake your head and whine, “eds.” he only smirks at your words.

eddie scans you, debating his next words carefully. “what were you thinking, reading this shit in my room, huh? you think i wouldn’t notice you rubbing your legs together, eyes blown wide because you’re so obviously horny?” he tsks, dropping the book next to him and placing his hands on your sides. “c’mon, sweetheart, look at me,” he coos. you shake your head no and he just tsks in disapproval. “you know how turned on i am right now, y/n? my favorite girl, reading actual porn, on my bed? it’s like you were asking for me to do something about it,” he teases, hands sensually rubbing up and down your sides, stopping just below your breasts.

“i-i wasn’t,” you mutter, peeking at him through your fingers.

he meets your eyes, just for you to close them again. eddie leans down, lowering his lips to your ear. “do you want me to?” he whispers, pouring every final ounce of confidence into the question.

you completely freeze under him, and eddie is ready to pull off and apologize for crossing a boundary. “i-i,” you stutter, your hands falling slowly from your face. eddie pushes himself up enough to look at you as you scan his face. “you’d want to?” to ask, voice catching in your throat.

eddie chuckles, his hair brushing against your cheeks. “don’t want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart, but i’ve wanted to for a long time,” he admits and your eyes widen. “but hey, if this is too much, tell me now. i don’t mind, i’ll get up and we can pretend this never happened, okay?” he says quickly.

it’s silent between the both of you for a moment. eddie is holding his breath as your brain is trying to process everything. “eddie,” you breath out, hands slightly shaking as you press them to his chest.

eddie thinks you’re about to shove him off of you but he nods. “yeah, babe?” he asks hoarsely.

you flick your gaze between his eyes before taking a breath. “do something about it,” you say. eddie inhales sharply, but the second it processes he’s diving down to connect your lips.

you moan into it, hands fisting his shirt as you try and pull him closer. your lips move in tandem, soft noises filling the air around you. eddie sighs into your mouth from pleasure of this finally happening before sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you part your lips for him, gliding your tongue out to pass along his. your breathing picks up as eddie moves one leg from its position straddling you to nudge your knees apart. you comply with no hesitation so eddie can move fully between your legs.

you weren’t able to rub them together anymore, so you were just begging for some friction. “want me to do what they did in that book? or you want me differently? tell me, sweetheart,” eddie asked between kisses. you pulled him back in, drunk of his lips. the both of you had imagined this for so so long and now that you had it you didn’t want to go too fast.

when you finally pull away you take a moment to catch your breath. “i-i guess like the book… but i don’t know what happens after, well, where you stopped,” you stutter.

eddie smirks at your nervousness. “gusss while you grind on my thigh like a little whore i have some reading to do,” he observes and you gasp. “how’s it start, babe? mind telling me?” he asks, pushing some of your hair back.

you feel warmth further flood your face as you think of the beginning of the chapter. you gnaw know your bottom lip before pulling him down so you could hide in his neck. “he-he makes her take her clothes off and then he um, he spanks her…” you mutter pathetically.

eddie grunts at your words, forehead falling against your collarbone. “fuck, baby, is that what you want? you want me to spank you?” he asks, his hand on your hip digging further into your hip bone.

you close your eyes in embarrassment. “i think i-i might like it,” you whisper. eddie pulls back to look at you so he can look in your eyes while getting confirmation.

“you wanna try? if you don’t like it you can just tell me to stop and i will. but don’t push yourself, you can always find this out another time,” he say, thumb massaging your hip bone.

you scan his face as you debate it before you nod. “i want to,” you confirm and eddie squeezes his eye shut.

he sits back on his knees and grabs your arms to pull you into a sitting position. “okay, fuck, get those clothes off, just like the book,” he instructs and you nod. he watches as you pull your shirt over your head and bites his lips as he sees your bra. he moves back, allowing you to kick off your jeans and then you’re looking at him expectantly. “just taking a second to look at you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, scanning your body. sure he’d seen you in a bikini before, but your bikini wasn’t satin. you wore a basic black bra with a little bow in the front, and the sexist pair of red satin panties eddie thinks he’s ever seen.

“how do you… want me?” you ask hesitantly, crossing your arms at your waist. “in the book they uh,” you trail, looking away from him, “she’s over his desk but…” you trail off once again.

eddie nods in understanding. “not so intense?” he questions and you nod. he moves more to the center of his bed and pats his thighs. “i want you to lay over my lap, that way if you don’t like it we won’t have to do too much to get you out of it,” he says and you nod. you carefully crawl over to him, ignoring the guttural groan that leaves his throat as you do so. you lay yourself over him and take a deep breath.

one of his hands rests on the small of your back and you close your eyes shut. “don’t be nice,” you breathe and eddie lets out a low moan.

he grabs a handful of your asscheek and squeezes it. “you really are dirty, huh?” he questions, digging his nails into the plump skin of your ass. you feel more arousal shoot to your core at his words. “such a fucking slut, reading such terrible things infront of me. i think you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you agree?” he continues, moving to grope your other cheek. you let out a small whine and nod your head.

“mm and bad girls get punished, don’t they?” he asks, snapping the waistband of your panties.

“yes,” you moan and stick your ass up the slightest bit. eddie rubs your ass soothingly before pulling his hand back. he lets his hand fly back down, not as hard as he could and watches you jolt. he rubs his hand over where he smacked as you rub your thighs together. “good,” you moan causing eddie to smirk.

he lands another smack on your ass before talking again. “what a whore, liking her damn punishment,” he groans, smacking you again. he landed a few more on you until your ass was pleasantly red. “sit up for me?” he asks even though it’s more of a demand.

you do as told and eddie pulls you to straddle his right thigh. “good so far?” he asks, checking in. you nod and rest your hands on his shoulders. he leans in, one hand holding your face as he pulls you in for another kiss. you sigh happily into his mouth as eddie thinks.

how was this really happening? why did he never think you’d be into kinks? what else was in this book? fuck, what else was he gonna be able to do to you?

eddie’s other hand blindly reaches back to fumble around for the book as you deepen the kiss. he finally grabs it, pulling it towards him as he breaks the kiss. “i think i have some reading to do,” he says, opening the book to where he left off. your breath catches in your throat as he flips to the right page. he begins reading for a moment before looking up at you. “now, sweetheart, i know there’s something you’re supposed to be doing. get to it,” he says and you gasp in a breath. he smirks at the reaction you give his words and wraps one of his long arms around your waist.

you drop down onto his thigh, situating yourself as he comfortingly rubs your back. you watch him skim over the pages as you begin rocking your hips against his jeans. “oh, oh shit,” you mutter as you feel your wetness soak through your underwear. eddie smirks but doesn’t look at you, just lazily resting his hand on your back as if you weren’t grinding on his leg.

you think it turned you on more. the fact that eddie was fully clothed, not even looking at you as he read a book with his hand holding your back so gently while you made a mess on his jeans. your jaw falls open as the roughness of his jeans drags along your clit, the friction making small waves of pleasure flood your pussy.

eddie removes his hand from your back to turn the page quickly before replacing it. you press yourself harder against him, the drag against your swollen clit making you let out a moan. you didn’t know if you were meant to cum like this, but if eddie took too long you might.

your hips picked up speed, small gasps and moans leaving your lips as you kept your eyes on eddie. his eyes though are trained on the words on the pages, his dick growing harder at the sounds of your moans as he reads what he’s gonna do to you.

“mm, honey, i don’t know if i’ll be able to follow this 100%,” eddie says as he skims a particular paragraph.

you blink heavily, trying to clear your mind enough to talk. “that’s okay, but why?” you ask, your sentence punctuated with a moan as eddie begins bouncing his leg.

eddie chuckles at your response to him moving his leg but takes a handful of your ass to better hold you in place. “well,” he begins, lowering the book to look at you. he smiles at your lip between your teeth as you look at him with begging eyes. “i don’t have a vibrator, for one,” he shrugs innocently as you feel a pit in your stomach. you had one. if only you were at your house, damnit. “we also can’t have someone walk in as i’m fucking you from behind,” he squeezes your ass causing you to yelp but jolt yourself faster against him.

eddie picks the book back up, looking away from you with struggle as your head falls back in pure bliss. broken moans leave your lips as you feel yourself climbing the tower to your orgasm. “eddie,” you moan, clit throbbing against him.

he stiffens at the sound of his name, cock straining against his jeans. “better slow down, baby. you can’t cum yet,” he says, tapping your bottom as you let out a whine.

“eds, please,” you whimper as you nestle your head into his neck.

he thought about it, but he wanted to stick as close as he could to the story. “i said no,” he says sternly, pulling his hand back to smack your ass. you let out a small yelp and try to slow your hips. “hmph yeah, can’t do that either,” he mumbles to himself as he finishes up the chapter.

you try and lift yourself off his thigh but he slams you right back down. “wh-what?” you ask, trying to focus on that instead of you nearing the edge of your orgasm you couldn’t have.

eddie closes the book, tossing it so it lands on his bedside table. his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you out from hiding in his. “i can’t cum inside you if we’re doing it raw,” he says casually, pushing some of the hair stuck to your face with sweat behind your ears.

“hnuh,” you moan, thighs clamping around eddie’s thigh at that. he looks at you in surprise.

his hands now rest on your hips as he looks at you with a teasing smile. “oh? you want that, huh?” he asks, using his hands to pull you against his thigh.

you shudder, closing your eyes to will away the orgasm. “you ca-can though. please,” you beg and eddie just shakes his head.

he can’t lie that he wants to, shit of course he does. but the consequences were too big of a risk. “no, sweetheart. sadly, i’m not going to fill that sweet cunt of yours with cum,” he explains and you really clamp down on him.

“but, i'm on the, oh fuck, i’m on birth control,” you say, stilling yourself because you were way too close.

eddie’s brows raise at that, he didn’t know you were. “oh, well then i guess i’ll think about it,” he says nonchalantly. “can you lay down on the bed for me?” he asks carefully.

you nod, climbing off him and towards the head of the bed. you heard eddie groaned and turned back to look at him. “what?” you ask, mildly concerned.

eddie bites his lip and scoots towards you. he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh where you were just sat. “feel that?” he whispers. you suck in a breath as he pushes your fingers into the wet patch you’d created. “so horny that you ruined my jeans, how disgusting,” he taunts playfully.

“then take them off,” you suggest timidly.

eddie’s eyes darken and he takes you by the wrist. “you’re not the one giving the orders. you do as i say. behave,” he says, causing you to shiver.

“s-sorry,” you stutter and then he’s pushing you down.

he climbs up your body, leaning down to kiss you once again. this one doesn’t last nearly as long as the others as he pulls away to begin leaving slow kisses along your jaw. “s’okay sweet girl, you didn’t know. now you do, and you know how to act now, don’t you?” he teases between kisses.

you nod, one hand coming to cradle the back of his head. “yes,” you whimper as he begins sucking your skin.

“mm-mm, yes what? c’mon, sweetheart, i know you read it,” he says, pulling away from your neck.

you let out a shaky breath. “yes, sir,” you say and eddie smiles.

“there you go,” he mutters before diving back into your neck. you moan as he sucks dark hickies into your skin, gradually moving lower. when he reaches your bra line, he kisses along it before sliding one hand along the band and around your back. “up a little, baby,” he says through his kisses. you comply, pushing yourself up enough so he can undo the clasp. he slipped your bra off and then sat up to admire your tits. he lightly ran his fingers over them, using his thumbs to tease your nipples. “beautiful,” he mumbled to himself before leaning back down to continue his trail of kisses.

his lips travel down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and then he’s kissing and sucking at your inner thighs. you hold them open wide for him, pussy clenching at his proximity. “sir, please,” you whimper as you feel his hot breath ghost your core.

eddie continues teasing you, pressing his lips ever so softly over your panties. “so wet, i can taste you already,” he murmurs against your underwear and your toes curl. you let out a moan as he sucks on the fabric above your clit, sucking your juices from the material. he sits up, quickly tugging your underwear off and throwing them behind him. “oh you’re in for it now, sweetheart,” he mutters, thumb sliding through your arousal before circling your clit as he watches, mesmerized.

your hips jolt against him as you squeeze his sheets. he realizes your need and moves back down, settling between your legs. he grabs your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders before leaning in to lick a long stripe up your center while keeping eye contact.

he repeated his actions, going at an agonizing pace. his tongue teases your entrance before gliding up to just below your clit. you whine as he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. before you can voice a complaint he’s back, this time wrapping his lips around your clit. “fuck,” you yell out as he sucks the sensitive bundle into his mouth.

your scream only makes him cockier, taking his mouth off you just to repeat the process. “so eager,” he mumbles into your heat before his tongue is licking fat, fast stripes over your clit.

you reach down, grabbing his hair in your hands as you push yourself onto his face. he moans in surprise, the vibration making you tremble. he keeps his eyes up, watching you struggle against his mouth.

eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more erotic image in his life. the way your breasts heaved with each breath, eyes going from him to clamped shut with your head thrown back as the prettiest noises left your lips. if he was to truly follow the book, he wasn’t even supposed to let you cum. but he wanted you to cum. he didn't think you'd mind.

“you wanna cum, sweetheart?” he asked as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips.

you shudder against him as he places sloppy kisses on your clit. “please,” you whimper. how bad would eddie be to deny you when you’d asked so nicely?

he gripped your thighs harder, yanking your body as close to his mouth as he could as he began rapidly flicking his tongue across you. you gasped, grinding against his face as you felt the buildup begin. eddie didn’t slow down for a second until you moans turned into high pitched whines. “that’s it, cum on my face, baby,” he moans into your pussy and then grabs your clit with his lips.

you tense up as he sucks, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. “eddie, oh fuck,” you scream as your legs shake, orgasm rolling through you. eddie swears he could almost bust in his pants right about now as he lets you ride out your orgasm. he licks up all of your release that he can before pushing himself up to meet you.

he smiles as your shaky hands release his hair and instead press on his chest. “hi, sweetheart,” he says as he strokes your cheek.

you lean into it, still catching your breath. “hi,” you breath, eyes wide as you come down from your high.

eddie captures your lips in his once again and you sigh. he distracts you with his mouth and the suddenly his fingers are invading your sensitive folds. you gasp against him as he presses two fingers inside you slowly. “here’s where i'm supposed to torture you with that vibrator we don’t have, so if it’s okay with you i’d like to just fuck you. take a rain check for the other maybe?” he suggests, curling his fingers inside of you.

“mhm, rain check, yeah,” you mumble before pulling him back in for a kiss. eddie chuckles and continues stretching you out for him.

he pulls back, pulling off his shirt. “can't exactly take you over my desk, so i need you on your hands and knees,” eddie says as he undoes his belt so he can pull off his jeans and boxers. you get into the position he asked for and he was soon making his way back on the bed. “good choice, sweetheart,” he chuckled. you furrowed your eyebrows and went to ask what he meant but then you saw it. you’d placed yourself right in front of eddie’s mirror.

you went to make a remark, but all that came out was a moan as eddie slid his cock through your wetness. “shit,” you whimpered as his head slid over your super sensitive clit. eddie raised a brow at your response and in turn smacked his tip against your clit a few more times. “oh, fuck, uh,” you muttered to yourself as you jolted with each contact.

“baby’s so sensitive huh?” he coos, wetting his cock through your pussy lips once again. “hm, guess that’s what you get for being a whore,” he huffs and then he’s slipping his cock inside of you.

you immediately tighten around his tip in surprise as a gasp leaves your mouth. you relax, letting him push into you. without warning, he lands a firm smack on your ass causing you to unintentionally thrust back onto him. he grunts, gripping your hips tightly as he buries himself inside you. “eddie,” you whine, clenching around him.

eddie bites his lip, closing his eyes at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “fuck, y/n, you feel that?” he asks hoarsely. you whimper in response. “feel me, deep inside your pussy. shit, you bad fucking girl,” he continues, beginning to draw his hips back slowly. “how’s it feel knowing your best friend fills you up this good, all because you wanted to be naughty and read porn right in front of him?” he grunted and then snapped his hips forward.

“fuck, eddie, always wanted this,” you moan, feeling the way his cock stretches you. the way every vein presses against your velvety walls that keep sucking him in.

eddie pulls his hips back again slowly, all the way until just his tip is left inside. “always huh? wanting to get ruined by the freak, fuck baby, if only they knew,” he thrusts hard and deep into you, causing you to let out an almost scream, “you’re a fucking freak too.”

he pulled his hips back, not waiting until he’s snapping them back into you and starting a steady pace. your tits jiggle under you with each thrust, eddie enjoying the view through the mirror. eddie groans as he realizes you’re rocking back to meet his thrusts. he doesn’t think he can last long, not with everything before this so he just had to make you cum one more time.

he trails his hand up your back, leaning over you as he kept up with his thrusts. when his hand reaches your shoulder, it slides to your neck. you gasp as he pulls you up quickly, fingers closing over the sides of your throat.

your mouth falls open as you lock around his cock. “you like that, you like me choking you?” eddie grunts in your ear.

“yes, sir,” you gasp, his rings making indents in your neck.

eddie moved her other hand down to your clit and begins toying with it to try and bring you closer to your orgasm. “look at yourself, look in the mirror. you see my cock? slipping into you so easy because you’re soaked? fuck you see how beautiful you are? damnit y/n,” eddie grunts, rubbing right circles on your clit.

you moan, head falling back against his shoulders. “i’m gonna cum,” you moan, the new angle and his fingers sending you towards the edge.

eddie speeds up his thrusts and fingers, ready to release himself. “cum, cum on my cock,” he moans. you claw at his arms as you let out a scream, vision going white as you tremble in his arms.

an abundance of your arousal gushes out of you, slipping down eddie’s cock. his fingers never let up on your clit as his thrusts become more sporadic. you pussy sucks him back in, clenching tightly around him as you ride out your high. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you, pretty girl,” eddie groans and then he’s releasing hot ropes deep inside you. he shudders as he messily thrusts through both of your highs.

when you finally start to regain conscious thoughts, eddie is still inside you. he’s now caressing your body as his arms are wrapped tightly around you and his head is resting on your shoulder. “look, baby,” eddie mumbles in your ear and points to the mirror. you do as he says and watches his hand travel to your lower stomach. he presses down on it and you feel just how far his cock is up inside you. you moan as he presses on it, fluttering around him. “wanna keep my cum in you all day, send you out to the store, no one would know that you’ve got my cum coating your panties and that you’re all mine,” he mutters in your ear, kissing the shell of it everyone once in a while.

“jesus christ,” you moan, closing your eyes at the thought. eddie finally lays you back down and pulls out of you, going to grab a damp rag to clean you up. once you’re all cleaned off eddie climb on top of you again, this time his blanket covering your frame. “eds,” you giggle as he kisses your face.

he picks up the book you were reading and holds it for you to see. “now whenever you read this, you’ll have to think of me,” he says, knowing you never read a book just once. you shiver at his words but then he’s setting it back down.

he places his lips to yours once more, this time much softer and sweeter than the others. “you read any other scenes we need to act out?” he asks when he pulls away.

you roll your eyes and playfully push his face to the side. “not today,” you say quietly with a smile.

“i can live with that,” eddie whispers, placing a kiss on your nose.

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iovesia · 20 days

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Hi! first time saying something here, i just read “be my daddy tonight.” and it was one of the greatest things i’ve read! and a thought popped in my mind, what would happened if bratty!rich!reader meets a certain lawyer (Kevin Lomax) in one of her dads senator’s ball? how would her bodyguard’s react? 👀🫣

(if you don’t like the idea you can ignore it!)

i love your blog btw! i always come back everyday to check it it’s one of my favorite things 💗

-☾𖤓

yeah bratty!reader definitely is gonna need to lawyer up with all the scandals she's up to .. and thank you, lovie ♡ !! (wrote this in hc form because it's 3am..)

୨୧ ⋆ you weren't even paying attention when you bumped into kevin. you were too busy trying to slide past the groups of boring, old businessmen, when suddenly, your shoulder harshly collides with another.

୨୧ ⋆ obviously you turn around to scold whoever they are, because uh— helloooo?— rude, much? the words leave your lips before you recognise who you're speaking to:

୨୧ ⋆ kevin's slightly impressed / shocked by your attitude. "a little sour under that sweetness, i see," he muses, sipping his champagne with a smirk.

୨୧ ⋆ you're not the first rich offspring brat he's encountered at these balls— but you're definitely the prettiest, which is why he entertains your attitude problem.

୨୧ ⋆ kevin's real smooth, and even makes you trip over your words at a point. his sultry southern twang was such a refreshing change from the droning of the geriatrics in suits. kevin is suave, kevin is confident, kevin is.. touching your waist?

"you were right— softest thing i've ever felt," he makes you pause and look down, and you see his fingers gently feeling the material wrapped around your waist.

"someone's touchy," you scoff, but can feel your ears burning.

୨୧ ⋆ the first one to notice this was of course john (wick)— he any ways was searching for you— being the ever vigilant bodyguard he is. and he's genuinely frozen when he sees how cozy you and the sleazebag lawyer have been getting.

"so you found her—" constantine walks up behind his partner, but his words cut short when he sees was john is staring at. "you've got to be kidding me."

"my sentiments exactly," john mumbles, his voice low, his eyes unable to tear away from the distant sight.

୨୧ ⋆ the pair of them are just staring.. like staring at you and kevin talking. john is quietly seething because he loves to brood, while constantine is just taking digs at kevin.

"he looks 5'7," constantine rolls his eyes. "hey, how much you wanna bet i can get that exact shirt he's wearing at the dollar store—"

୨୧ ⋆ between listening to constantine's thinly veiled jabs, and watching you shamefully let kevin hit on you— john chooses to just put an end to both.

୨୧ ⋆ he bluntly asserts himself in between you and kevin, keeping his back to him. you tell him off for being rude, and you're only met with a silent glare.

"that was so rude, what the hell's your problem?!" you hiss, your tone high-pitched and pissed as john drags you away. he made up some excuse of your father needing to talk to you. "god, you totally embarrassed me back there!"

"send your boyfriend my sincerest apology," john replies monotonously, except for the word 'boyfriend' which was laced with mockery.

୨୧ ⋆ constantine's wearing his smug smirk when he makes eye contact with kevin, silently telling him to 'fuck off', before following behind you and john. let the games begin.

#love letters.#☾𖤓 anon.#john wick x reader #john constantine x reader #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves x reader #*⠀john wick.#*⠀john constantine.#*⠀kevin lomax.#bodyguard au #divider cred. fairytopea

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ofallthingsnasty · 25 days

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Ah, but being a party girl... Getting to your late 20s/early 30s, feeling that shift within you; knowing that hey, this can't go on forever... Starting something light with Crocodile, maybe aiming for a little fun in the spring, just someone proper to take you out for dinners and to warm your bed - testing the waters, so to speak. You want to settle down soon, just not right now, just want to see how it is as an item. He's handsome, has a certain air to him and a lot of money to spend - so why not?

tw.minors dni, a little dark twist at the end bc it's crocodile 🤭

Of course, you butter him up. He's right at that age where his type of man gets a little wistful, would like to have a wife, a house, maybe a kid if it's in the cards, still? Twenty-some years of 50 hour weeks will do that to you, will show you that your body doesn't just bounce back like so when you step over a certain threshold. Well, he wants someone to put a ring on; you want some fun - so, selfish as you are, you play along. Humor him. Hang off his arm and entertain those silly thoughts of his - a vacation together, moving in with him after the summer's done (because well, why not smile and nod when you'll be long gone by then), pointedly ignoring the way he keeps burying you in expensive gifts. You should feel bad, the guilt should probably eat you alive, because as the weeks pass you can tell that he's really, really smitten with you while you're secretly texting some other guy your age when you return home from yet another chic Italian restaurant-

It's such a sad thing, really. He'll make some other woman stupid happy, especially if she's been yearning for a rich husband; he's the perfect example of the broody, grumbly type who mumbles on and on about her expensive taste but would rather die than NOT to buy her exactly what she wants. There is a certain appeal to him (or else you wouldn't have spent this much time with him) and he'll be just fine after licking wounds once you're gone, you're sure of it. It's definitely nice to have someone around who is serious about you - after years and years of boyfriends (emphasis on boy) who were only good for long nights of drinking and summer vacations, you feel spoiled and terribly grown to have a handsome man downright worship you, to plan a future with you after such little time. He's committed and doesn't play around. Yes, you think, you could get used to this, but you still need a few more years of being free before you'll let yourself be tied down - because as much as it is flattering, it can also be a little scary. The thought of you in a white gown and a matching ring on your finger in just a year is making you antsy; and with how fast he's moving he might just want to opt for a December wedding.

So you do what you do best: smile, kiss him goodbye after yet another lovely date and- ghost him. You avoid his neighborhood for a few weeks, go private on all your socials, block his number, duck away whenever you see that telltale black shock of hair that is dragging smoke behind it, act like he never existed. And it works, as it always does.

At least that's what you think. Because the one night you finally dare to venture out again ends abruptly and with you waking up in an unfamiliar room. You can barely lift your hand to rub your tired eyes because suddenly there is a weight on it and a familiar face is staring you down solemly from the bedside, that all too familiar smell of cigars all around you. Turns out, leaders of crime syndicates who operate behind the innocent fronts of bussinesmen don't like to be deceived and made a fool of, especially by naive little playgirls who think they're smarter than the rest of the world and when they weren't even able to glean that there was more to the person they chose to goad. And spoiled brats like you need to learn not to toy with other people's hearts and egos, both of which are dangerously fragile. You reeled him in with promises of marriage and love and that's exactly what you'll give him now, just without all the luxury that you could have had if you hadn't been dishonest from the start.

Time to grow up, princess.

#i need to re-watch SatC soon can you tell lol #crocodile x reader #one piece x reader #oh my god i just realized that this is basically the plot of king thrushbeard no one look at me lmaooo #/crocodile #/one piece #tw.dark content #fem reader

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tuxebo · 3 months

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for my old friends, like og old, you might remember this post. however, my sweet anon that just sent that rdr2 ask about my thoughts on it, you just unlocked my tenth eye. arthur morgan with the poshest bastard known to fucking man. your fancy words, tight ass clothes, even your perfect posture is disgusting. (to which, of course, you would say the exact same about him)

when you fall into a ditch for arthur to stumble upon, the worst person that could possible find you, to say you had a rocky start is the understatement of the century. why he saves you? probably because he assumed you were wealthy and based in the area, he's be able to steal from your estate if you just trusted him and shared a little too much information.

come to find out, you're a little brat miles away from home and now you're his responsibility because 1. you know about the gang and their location and aren't allowed to just go and 2. no one else wants to deal with you.

to be fair, you are not entirely useless. yes, trust that arthur puts your hiney to work, as soon as your broken ankle is healed. you speak to the rich folk that typically wouldn't give him the time of day on his behalf, negotiate the shit out of whoever is unfortunate enough to do business with the both of you, you also help him befriend some of these rich folk so that him and javier can pay them a "visit" later.

granted, all of those "pros" comes with a price because you are nothing if not high maintenance. also, you talk a lot. it kind of comes with the territory, knowing all that you claim you do. arthur pays the price (well the gang does because he cuts it from what he donates) and it's definitely a good cause.

however, let's talk about the little things. the way western riders and english riders ride are undeniably different.

first off, hands. you're used to riding using both hands at all times, you were around people that did the same. you heard about people who didn't (western riders) but now you were around them all the damn time. imagine the first time you saw this man use his gun while on a moving horse, taking a perfect shot? man, oh man. he does pick up on your little fascination rather quickly and in the beginning uses it to show off, to one up you, but intentions change, at some point.

more on hands, when you try to ride with one hand, you almost fall off when your horse took got startled and picked up a little too much speed. worry not, however, our hero caught you before you could fall and readjusted you with his free hand. like nothing happened, he just kept riding unfazed like nothing happened at all.

secondly, sports. occasionally, when out at about, someone would notice you don't exactly look like your average joe from valentine. like arthur was challenged to a shooting competition, you were challenged to a fox hunting, which you gladly agreed. you did quite a bit of fox hunting with your friends and family back at home, now it was just you and arthur versus three other guys, which was of no concern. of course, you beat them by a day, earning the two of you a quite a bit of coin. but the money is actually in watching you, ever so concentrated, track a fox. arthur didn't realize you were useful for more than that mouth of yours, which you claim is his fault because he never asked.

finally, forms of control. the way you ride is very different. while it's something that kind of flies over your head, it's not so much the case for arthur. at first he noticed the way you ride and it kind of annoyed him, but it was appreciable when he watched you ride in an empty dressage ring you stumbled upon when you stumbled across some large estate. why you move so much on the saddle over such little distance, maybe he'd get answers from sitting back and watching? can't hurt to try.

more on forms of control, one thing you do notice is how "aggressive" arthur rides. not in an abusing the horse way, but it's nothing like your gentle riding. you had control with your reins, he did in a different way. this kind of ties in with his balance and ability to ride and do different things at the same time, but he was able to lasso people and pull them to his horse without a much thought, take control of horses while racing alongside it on his own like he was a sport. as neat as you kept yourself, sweaty arthur during sunset? yes, please.

okay, if you know, you know. all this while being enemies?? now, i could go on for hours. he is so fine. i want to talk more abt it so bad, someone please tell me you see the vision.

#rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption 2 x reader

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angelkhi · 10 months

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having many thoughts about bodyguard!joel (f!reader) like maaaany. have em x (banner credits: @cafekitsune 🩷)

bodyguard!joel who wasn’t always on the straight and narrow and when an old contact calls in a favour he has no choice but to agree.

but imagine how pissed he’d be when he finds out he’s being payed to babysit a spoiled little daddy’s girl. he’s over it before he’s even started.

but then he meets her and she’s a ray of fucking sunshine and somehow that’s way worse for him.

he soon learns that when she wants to be a spoiled brat she lays it on thick.

his restraint is hanging on by a literal thread after a few days and if he sees her wondering around her apartment in nothing but a t-shirt, those tiny little sleep shorts and an attitude so help him god.

bodyguard!joel who goes to sleep half hard every night cause of the woman he’s meant to be protecting and he’s finding it harder and harder to not cross that line.

the only time he speaks is to give her orders and it’s barely a sentence but he’s so commanding it’s actually a crime.

bodyguard!joel who has no choice but to follow her around whilst she shops. forced to watch her deliberately pick out panties that look like pure sin. he can’t decide if he wants to stuff em in her mouth whilst he eats your pretty cunt or pull em to the side as he fucks her dumb.

car rides are literal torture. especially when he’s next to her in the back of one of her dad’s fancy new cars. he has to refrain from reaching over and pulling her into his lap each and every time.

him watching her get all dressed up for galas, knowing it’ll be wasted on little rich boys who wouldn’t know where to put their dick if they had a map.

joel being in a constant state of torture around her. when she’s so sickly sweet and he has to talk himself down from doing absolutely anything for her. or when she’s being bratty and he barely holds himself back from bribing her over his knee.

joel in an absolute frenzy when she’s in any kind of danger but no he has absolutely no romantic feeling for her (he’s so emotionally constipated it hurts)

her being an absolute angel and doing his laundry only to accidentally mix her underwear in with his clothes and now he has to decide if she really needs them back that bad.

he’s always close to her. always ready to step in if things go south. very very protective.

also kind of a gentleman even if he’s grumpy? pulling out her chair, holding open doors, etc etc. also he’s always guiding her. literally always. that man’s hand is superglued to her lower back.

joel helping her buckle up her heels, the slightest bit contact sending him literally insane. imagine him kneeling in front of her, catching a glimpse up the slit of her dress. mans finished.

him not being able to get through dinner without imagining her spread out on the table instead.

when he finds out she only acts up to get a rise out of him? restraint has disappeared. gone. poof.

bodyguard!joel finally getting his hands on her. brain literally shuts down he doesn’t know where to start. he just knows he’s not stopping til he’s had his fill. 100% overstimulates her til she’s almost crying.

he’s most definitely a switch fucking fight me.

i feel like when he’s in charge, he’s borderline mean, grabbing her jaw to make her look at him, gives major pleasure dom vibes. he 100% gets off on her getting off, also calling her names but the praise!!

“dumb baby” “my pretty little cockwhore” “look so good choking on my cock” “perfect little slut” okay shoot me

SO. POSSESSIVE. always reminding her who’s pussy it is his. always reminding her that her little rich boys couldn’t give her half of what he’s giving her.

naw but when she’s in charge my man whimpers and i’ll swear this in a court of law if i have to.

joel miller is a whimpering little bitch (but only for her) and she fucking loves it.

cause how can he go from being on the verge of tears as she teases him, riding his cock painfully slowly, to pulling her on top of him, fucking up into her until she’s dripping jon his thighs.

fave position is missionary (cause he’s in love) cause he loves watching her go from mouthy to absolutely fucked out. also he def loves her legs over his shoulders it’s just a fact.

A+++ aftercare. he’s got her rehydrated, running her baths with her favourite scents, all the cuddles. he babies you. but sure he’s definitely not in love with her.

bodyguard!joel is filthy and possessive but only wants the best for her, job be damned.

in conclusion

(half tempted to turn this into a full fic 👀)

#i’m going to sleep before i go insane #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us smut #tlou headcanons #joel miller headcanon #bodyguard!joel miller #joel miller x f!reader smut #bodyguard!joelhc

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Okay I think tumblr ate this (b/c it went red :( )but we fr need to talk about how young Billys muse is. 19 is young to be swept up in this world. Like imagine after they meet for the second time they’re making out or something and Billy kinda just pulls away and is like “hold up how old are you?” And she’s like “19.” And goes back to making out.

Also being that young adds to her being shy about media (I liked the shy Drabble) so like Billy even more thinks she just wants attention cause she’s just a young brat

tumblr has been eating up my asks recently like I keep getting double messages so ik some things are getting lost 😭

but like yes, by the time it's all over she's only like 22 and billy is like around 30 when the band breaks up, even eddie is probably around 27 or so, like she's really naive to all of this. like being in a situationship with billy dunne, the lead singer of a famous band at 19, who's struggling with addiction, like that's so, so much. but like she's young and it's probably one of her first serious relationships and his allure is so new and exciting

but like totally, weeks later when she's showing up to another show and he's finally able to get his lips on hers, the thought crosses his mind about how sometimes girls definitely too young to be here sneak in and he doesn't want to be one of those guys, so he's pulling away. "wait, wait, wait, how old are you?"

and you're chasing his lips as he's pulling away because he's so intense and passionate, you've never had something like that before and it's addictive. "19" and he's nodding before his lips are back on yours. and like so quickly he's got your number and is asking you to come over all the time. so you do, and so fast it becomes what feels like a relationship but to billy is more situationship, which you don't realize until he cheats on you

going back to that blurb too, it adds a layer to how she responds and he talks to her. like he's suddenly talking down to her and laying it down and she feels like there's nothing she can do, she's young and stupid. and then she's leaving and pissed. but he's going on and on explaining to her that this is what it's like to be a groupie as she's new at this, that she's just a pretty face, that she can't be entitled and throw fits to get him back, but like then not long after he's showing up.

she's at a diner with friends and he's "accidentally" bumping into her and asks her to step outside to talk for a second. and when you do, he's instantly saying how, "need my girl with me at the studio, just been so stressful recently and need my pretty girl back at the studio. missed having you around, baby."

and no one's ever said something like that so you're falling for it with little resistance, "missed you too, billy, wanna be around you." his lips back on yours and he makes you feel like putty in his hands. and he's taking you out on dates that wow you. and writing songs about you that have your jaw dropping, so you're back in the fantasy of billy dunne.

yes and with the shy addition it just makes it so much harder.

"your daddy's fucking rich, you're in the papers all the damn time. can't throw a tantrum because I don't portray you as perfect"

you're shaking your head, "no, only if I show up with my dad somewhere, or you, or they like my clothes. this is things I said billy, people can't know that. my dad-"

"your dad, what? time to grow up, baby, you're an adult, act like one. daddy can't come and fix everything for you, sometimes there's consequences for our actions" he's so condescending, so demeaning

"what actions?" you're crying

"you knew exactly what you were getting into when you showed up to that show, you wanted to fuck the lead singer and you kept coming back. if you're a whiny and entitled, then I can write about it, it's my job."

you're shaking your head, "wanna go home. I'm going home, fuck you, billy"

"such a goddamn child, don't come back here. there's no room for spoiled little girls who want me to spoon feed them from a silver fucking platter"

he does bring you back and still releases a song about how turbulent your relationship is

#wanda 💋#billy dunne x reader angst #billy dunne angst #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #djats x reader #anon

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angeldreamsoffanfic · 1 year

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An excerpt from my upcoming fic where Steve and Max are thrown into an alternate universe after their untimely death, and they get to be the siblings they both deserve <3

Steve Harrington is quiet as he took a slow sip of his hot cocoa, the rich kind made with milk instead of water, topped with whipped cream and sprinkled with marshmallows. The sky above him is darkened, storm clouds rolling in quick, and Steve can’t bring himself to move from his spot on his back porch.

Even if he knows that he’ll definitely get drenched when the rain actually starts.

The back door squeaks open and Steve tilts his head slightly, catching sight of Max stepping out onto the porch herself. Her red hair is still held in the two French braids he had managed, just a bit more mused by sleep. Max tugged on the collar of his sweater she was wearing, the bright red one that Steve knows everyone likes to “borrow”, and she slides onto the step next to him.

Steve is completely silent as he passes the cup to Max instead.

Max is completely silent as she takes a sip, before she passes it back.

“I never really understood why you acted the way you did, if I’m being honest.” Max admits softly, her brows furrowed almost taut as she cast a look toward the swimming pool. It’s empty now, but it won’t be for long. Steve knows this, knows that the closer it gets to Will disappearing— that his father will tell him to call someone to start filling it again. “I thought maybe you were just a mother hen, but…”

“But?” Steve repeats, turning his head to catch Max’s eyes. Her blue eyes are almost watery with tears, and Steve diverted his eyes as one of her hands came up to wipe them haphazardly away.

“You did it so we could just be kids.”

Steve is silent, and instead chose to pass the mug back toward Max- who took it and cupped it in between her palms. Steve shifts so he can face Max, and pauses to prop himself comfortably against the pillar of his back porch.

“I grew up like this,” Steve explains softly, his own brow furrowed as he waved a hand around him. “I just… all of you were so young when it first all started, and if I could give you a little peace…”

“Who gives you peace?” Max asks with wide eyes, and Steve smiles as he cast her a look with slightly raised brows. Max’s eyes immediately widen, and Steve lets out a soft sigh of a laugh at the incredulous look that immediately spread over Max’s face. “Me?”

“You,” Steve nodded with a small smile, especially as Max takes another sip of the cocoa- whipped cream just above her upper lip before she licks it away. “And Robin, the rest of the brat pack too.”

“Really?” Max’s voice is soft, even as she raps one of her fingers against the mug. “But me first?”

Steve shrugs, even as the sky overhead lets out a rumble. Max extends the mug back toward Steve, and he takes another sip before he sent Max a small smile.

“I’ve always wanted a sister, y’know?”

Max allows herself to let out the softest giggle she’s ever heard, even if she’ll vehemently deny it if Steve ever attempted to bring it up. Max smiles, tilts her head back to face the sky, watching as the rain starts to fall.

“I’ve always wanted an actual brother.”

#angeldreamsoffanfic #max mayfield #steve harrington #max mayfield and steve harrington have a sibling relationship #eventual steddie #eventual lumax #eventual platonic stobin #eventual ronance #pre-season 1 kinda #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet

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stuffnonsenseandotherthings · 9 months

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Crackpot Predictions - Only Friends Episode 1

Welcome to a new thing I do where I try to predict (*cough* wildly guess *cough*) what's going to happen in a show based solely on my read of the first episode. I'll try to cover all of what I think are the main story beats, record them here for posterity (and so I can either say "ha I told you so" or you can all point and laugh at me later), and hopefully by the end of the series we'll all be able to see if I'm a clairvoyant with a magic orb or, alternatively, a numpty with a glass paperweight. Some of these predictions are completely serious, others are complete crack, and some are just random thoughts that had the misfortune of wandering into my head.

With that, let's get started shall we?

The Hostel

Setting up a hostel for your graduation project? How cute!And with your best friends too? How adorable!

Too bad that hostel is absolutely Not Going To Happen. And not only is the hostel Not Going To Happen, its also going to be the site of some of the worst moments of your entire lives!

Prediction: is this is where it's all going to go down, this is where they're going to have the final argument, this is where the climax is going to happen, this is where shit hits the fan and then explodes. I mean why else would you introduce a building site if not to have all your characters have mental breakdowns symbolically in the middle of it? Scaffolding and painter's tarp is for screaming matches and for saying things you never meant to say.

Mew

Oh Mew. Soft, virginal, innocent Mew. Mew who lives in a completely different world to his friends where he wears cute pastels, gets a teen movie montage when he wakes up in the morning, gets a public confession like something out of a romance movie... Surrounded by people with impure thoughts and even worse intentions. What on earth is going to become of our sweet pastel boy?

Who am I kidding, he's going to be fine.

In fact he's probably going to be one of the few people who is fine by the end of this series, and will probably be at least partially responsible for quite a lot of other people being very fucked up (especially Top, sorry my man but you are doomed by the narrative). He's definitely doing to be hurt and he's definitely going to lose his honour student title and he's definitely going to have less friends by the end of this but he'll be fine, he's literally the only one in the friend group other than Chueam with the emotional maturity to cope with and process what's about to happen.

Prediction: He's going to lose friends (but not Chueam, she'll stick with him), his academic record is going to be messed up (but not irreparably so, he'll just have to put in extra work to repair it), and he won't have a boyfriend by the end of the series but he'll be okay, he'll be able to walk it off when it's all said and done. He may even start to get his man back (if he wants him, that is).

Ray

Poor Ray, he's a rich brat who clearly has some self-esteem issues and is whipped for his best friend. He's in for a rough ride I fear, especially seeing as he currently deals with his emotions by getting very drunk and/or lashing out.

Sand will probably be good for him (perhaps a little too good for him) in both bringing him down a peg and hopefully giving him the kind of ego boost he actually needs (no Ray you are not a burden but please stop ruining your liver) and I'm really looking forward to the development of their enemies to fwb relationship and all entails.

Unfortunately for Ray he looks like he might be a bit of a bleeding heart romantic on the inside so he's probably going to get his heart broken twice in a very short space of time; once by Mew and his new relationship and then once again by Sand and his refusal to play second fiddle and Ray is only going to realise this when it's a bit too late. Needless to say Ray will probably not be having a fun time for most of this series and of all the character he is tied as most likely to end up in hospital at some point.

Prediction: He's going to lose friends, he's going to fail his degree, he's going to get his heart broken twice and he's probably not going to be okay about it (but hopefully he'll be on the mend by the end of it all). Ray is going to start shit he can't finish and he, more than anyone else, is going to be a victim of his own actions but hopefully he's also going to be the character with the most growth. Sand might be around to scrape him off the floor at the end, but Ray is going to have to work himself out first.

Boston

Boston, what to say about Boston other than currently he seems to be trying to break the record of most men slept with in a single episode (his competition is Brian Kinney from Queer As Folk btw).

There's definitely a lot more than meets the eye when it comes to him and I look forward to unpacking all of his messy laundry when the time comes. He seems to be both incredibly confident with his life choices (good for him) and incredibly insecure about them at the same time which is fascinating and I definitely get the feeling that he has issues with Mew (to the point where I wouldn't really say they're actually friends) because of that insecurity. I genuinely wouldn't be surprised is at some point we get a lot of pent resentment spilling out from Boston about Mew because no one casually mocks someone they're genuinely okay with that many times behind their back.

Prediction: Boston wants but he doesn't quite know what. He is definitely blowing up every single friendship he has in the process of working it out and he's probably going to find himself on his own for a while too, which might actually be what he needs. That being said, if anyone decides to put forward a laurel at the end of the show though, I also think it's going to be him. I also predict no romance, but I also don't think that's what he wants or needs.

Top

Top the Top Tier player who's never not got his object of interest before. He likes casual sex, comes off as a bit of a sleaze (but at least a sleaze who respects boundaries), and is apparently looking for a new challenge now sleeping around has got boring (but not boring enough to not sleep with Boston again).

The problem for Top is that he thinks he's approaching Mew in his world and on his terms where in reality he's already dancing to the tune of Mew's fiddle and it's only going get worse. Mew's world has rules and regulations and things you just don't do (like sleeping with your boyfriend's best friend) and Top is going to find himself caught up in them. What's worse is he's probably going to find out (much too late) that he wants to be caught up in them. Top might be the big man now but he is well and truly fucked.

Prediction: Top isn't going to take his relationship with Mew 100% seriously until he realises he's already completely invested in it and at that point it's going to be too late. He's definitely going to break Mew's heart but Mew is going to break his ten times over and he's not going to recover easily from that. He might have a chance at redemption, but only once he's completely wrecked himself first.

Sand

Sand was just trying to live his life and then he threatened to pee on someone's head and it all went down hill from there.

At the moment he seems like the audience stand in: watching all the chaos and wondering what on earth is wrong with all these privileged brats (semi-affectionate). Like Mew he definitely seems to have himself together in a way that makes me think he'll come away from this pretty okay emotionally (it'll hurt but he's not allergic to emotions, he'll heal). Unlike Mew he definitely doesn't seem to completely together life-wise (i.e monetarily) though, which does make me wonder if our 3 friends (I'm not including Chueam in this, she's not a guilty party) are going to mess that up for him instead.

Prediction: Emotionally he's going to be okay (although he probably has heartbreak in the cards), in every other aspect I think he'll sustain the most damage (and therefore will be entitled to compensation). He feels the most like an innocent bystander and, as such, is definitely going to regret the day he lay eyes on the back of Ray's head. Out of all the characters, he's probably going to be the one due the most apologies all while having done very little to anyone else.

Nick

Wow well Twison changed when he went to uni, wasn't expecting that trajectory at all 😋

In all honesty I feel like I have the least to go on for Nick in terms of predictions (not that I have much to go on for anything else I've been saying). He seems to be completely gone for Boston already (oh Babe he is not a good target to fall head over tits for) and I like the idea that's floating around that Nick is already familiar with Boston somehow based off his reaction to their first meeting.

That being said, I am getting a little bit of a creep vibe from him (maybe it was the invasion of his client's privacy and subsequent masturbation scene that pinged the alarm idk) but I can't help but feel like everything Mew said he'd do if he slept with Top? Yeah Nick would actually do all those things and more. So yeah, while Boston is going to mess him up with their ambiguous relationship, it's only because Nick was pretty messed up in the first place and he'll end up messing Boston up right back with his clingy/obsessive tendencies.

Prediction: Looks like a marshmallow, is actually on fire. Things are going to go wrong for him but only because things were not right in the first place. Possibly the most likely to actually need therapy. I also wouldn't be at all surprised if he's the one to swing the bat that brings it all crashing down, in fact in this crack-pot prediction, I'm expecting him to.

The Friendship Group

Is going to be in tatters by the end of this series, I'm so sorry Chueam. (I mean is this even a prediction or am I just stating the obvious?)

Prediction: Mew and Chueam are probably still going to be friends (they seems like the closest to each other) but no one else is going to be talking. Ray might have Sand (and Chueam if he doesn't fuck up too much) but Boston going to be on his lonesome and so is Top unless they want to throw a pity party together. At the end of the show there will be a tentative reconciliation, but with the knowledge they're never going to be the same, never going to be as close as before.

TLDR + Extra Predictions

Mew: About to have the worst time of his life but he'll make it through, his pain is going to end up being other people's problem.

Ray: Poor, unfortunate soul checking in at heart-break hotel twice in the space of a few months. Most likely to get his man though.

Boston: Needs to figure out what he wants. Probably going to end up completely cut off from everyone but also most likely to extend the peace offering at the end.

Top: Fucked. (Might get a chance at redemption at the end if he's lucky)

Sand: Emotionally fine, financially screwed. Out of everyone he has to most to complain about and he doesn't even go here.

Nick: Most likely to need actual therapy.

Climax: A big argument at the hotel surrounded by the ruins of their hard work

Likely scene: All of them at Yo's bar they used to go to as friends but this time ignoring each others existence.

Likely scene 2: Boston unleashing a load of suppressed resentment towards Mew, possibly to do with their different lifestyles/world views.

Best chance at romance: Chueam

Best chance at staying friends: Chueam and Mew

Key theme: The importance of friendship

Me: happy to be proven right or wrong with these predictions and here for the wild ride regardless.

And that's it! As I said, these predictions are completely pulled from the air around a single watch of episode 1 so they're not at all serious. If I'm right yay, if I'm wrong also yay, I'm just happy to be watching, I just thought it would be fun to test how well I can predict a narrative based on very little information indeed. If anyone wants to share their own crackpot predictions I am more than happy to hear them, let's clown together.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #crackpot predictions #if I'm going to make predictions it will be with absolutely no information #because how else are you going to make them?#with actual information?

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o0anapher0o · 9 months

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Miss Lily and character stereotpyes

I’ve been re-reading @halo4life2017-blog's rewatch blogs and the discussion we had about Miss Lily and about how Lestat might at some point tell us he only killed her because she was actually planning on blackmailing Louis or something like that, and I had some more thoughts I need to get out.

The thing about Lily as Louis presents her is, she’s a stereotype. The ‘whore with the heart of gold’ is a common trope. It’s a cliché the same way the though, street-hard, black pimp is, or the rich European genteel who is abhorred by American racism, the stately southern matron who saves face at all cost even if it means waving off a guests outburst with a comment about the weather, the sassy little sister who supports her gay brother and only wants to see him happy, or the religious zealot who is really a gentle angel when he’s not possessed by the holy spirit. All those are sterotypes that Louis uses when he introduces the people in his life to the story, ways he tries to shape the narrative perception of them. Or maybe lies he tells himself about them.

And all of these stereotypes get dismantled within the first episode: Louis is really a sensitive baby gay who likes to read and cries at the opera. Lestat is a terrifying vampire, who we can rightfully assume has never cared about how black people are treated anywhere prior to meeting Louis, and really still doesn’t. Florence is an emotionally abusive bitch who happily unloads her own grief on her child, Grace is mommy little princess who deserts Louis when he needs her most to side with Florence and Paul is a condescending brat who shamelessly uses his mental illness for the liberties it gives him (we don’t talk about it enough because mental illness is tricky and Paul is a great character, but the way he acts towards Grace’s fiancé and wedding, and how he talks to the priests when he goes to confession are on a level of entitlement that’s breathtaking. And that’s instances when he’s supposedly ‘right in the head’. My favourite is ‘I wasn’t being rude”, like, yes, you were. Just because the voices in your head told you to say it doesn’t mean it’s not rude to say it and the fact that you’re trying to justify it tells me you know that.).

You could probably make a similar case almost all other characters, Bricktop, Tom Anderson, Levi, all of them are initially presented in a very stereotypical way and later we’re shown they are not quite what they seem at first (Fenwick might be the exception here, he’s always a horrible racist pig). Except for Lily. She never gets the chance to be shown as more, because she gets killed off-screen and is never brought up again.

But we do get hints that everything isn’t as Louis presents it with Lestat’s throwaway comment on her wretched life, or the fact that it takes Louis two weeks to even notice she was dead, which tells me they weren’t as close as some people seem to believe. (Yes, he was a regular customer, one she might even have liked but they definitely weren’t friends.). So yeah, I won’t be surprised if we do learn about some nefarious goings on she was involved in. That’s not to make Lestat look better btw, he did kill her and the main reason was no doubt to get a reaction from Louis and/or to dismantle his support system, but I do think there was more to it than that just ‘she was a poor substitute’. And just as a side note: since we tend to treat Louis as an unreliable narrator (justifiably so) if and when the time comes we certainly need to look at Lestat’s story the same way, because I’m pretty sure if anyone is trying to make Lestat look better, it’s going to be Lestat.

#interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv meta #there is also the question how gabrielle survived that long #louis de pointe du lac #miss lily

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merakiui · 1 year

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Omg that incel idia brat tamer 😳 it made me think if he found out innocent, naive mc was crossdressing in a boys academy and he blackmails them to fuck him but then mc goes “pls don’t! I’m a virgin 🥺” and little do they know that’s the worst thing they could say because now he HAS to take their virginity, like incel idia thinks he found a SSR card and he’s not about to throw it away lol he’s just so lucky that he found innocent mc before any of those nrc boys could corrupt them and now he can turn them into the perfect waifu :)

Also, thoughts on incel azul finding virgin mc and auctioning off their virginity? Would he go for the money or would he decide to keep it for himself? Tough choices, he better figure it out before floyd finds out because Floyd would def ruin his plot haha

( sorry if this has already been asked before, I couldn’t find anything similar on your blog)

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, incel behaviors, captivity)

Idia really was blessed with this godly luck to have you, the cutest virgin kitty, all to himself. You and your virginity are indeed SSR-tier. And after he’s molded you into his obedient waifu who only ever thinks of him, he’ll get to break you in until your hole welcomes his dick with ease. But the tight fit is what makes you so irresistible!

Azul would absolutely auction your virginity off. He’ll have one or both of the twins spread your pretty, little hole so that everyone in the audience can see how it barely stretches, still tight as a virgin. You’re dressed in the skimpiest outfit ever, courtesy of Azul’s tastes, though the twins definitely influenced his decisions. You’ll be blindfolded and bound in the prettiest of ways (it’s more art than anything), vision obscured with cloth that’s nearly silken in quality and your restraints are shackles in the design of twisted corals.

Incel Azul doesn’t really see you as a person. You’re more of an object in his eyes. A thing to own. A toy to be used. Something that will inevitably be his. He might have one of the twins bid against the others in the audience solely for the sake of raising the price far past what the normal student can afford until it’s really just rich kid versus rich kid. The twins can afford any price because their family is rich beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, so prices mean nothing to them. Floyd bids haphazardly; he has way too much fun cutting other bidders off with insanely high prices. It’s Jade who’s more meticulous. He’ll wait for the right moments to bring out crazy numbers, smiling covertly when the audience tries and fails to hide both their surprise and contempt.

It really feels like a bunch of animals competing to get out of the slaughterhouse, what with how tense everything is. Fights are forbidden, but it’s so obvious that so many students are ready to have the others’ throats for raising the price.

The twin bidding against the others will win no matter what, and per the contract Azul gets to have you first. Afterwards, the twins are free to take you in whatever form they wish. You become the trio’s personal stress relief, and you’re kept in Azul’s VIP room, where they use you whenever they feel like (which is quite often, nearly every day). Azul’s stare is never sincere, though it might be during sex (it’s hard to tell with someone so deceptive). It’s always so lecherous. His eyes practically stick to you like barnacles on a whale’s back. You feel so gross and dehumanized when the trio refer to you in the most sexual of ways, whether jokingly or cruelly. Floyd calls you a cumdump and Jade’s quietly echoed this sentiment. He’s strange because some days he really does act like a gentleman when he cleans you and bandages any deep bites left by Floyd, but just as kind as he is he’s ten times more wicked.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #n/sfw

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bird-inacage · 2 years

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Love in the Air: Is Prapai an Asshole?

So I have seen some less than complimentary comments on Prapai’s character, namely because of poor Sky (which is understandable and completely valid). I thought I would offer my two cents.

Now, the series has been very clear in defining Prapai as a rich playboy and brat essentially; spoilt, somewhat careless, cocky, smug, has had everything in life handed to him pretty easily. All the common symptoms that come with being wealthy and privileged. A walking red flag you may even say. His little brother is actually a great example of how that upbringing reflects in others within their circle.

And I’ll admit, there were definitely moments in episode 8 where I was like ‘ohh you are being so slimy right now, with your smug, smarmy and quite punchable face’.

But I think that’s the point. Prapai is meant to be the antithesis to Sky. He’s everything Sky is not. But I also don’t believe he’s a genuinely awful person. If we consider Stop as a comparison, Prapai doesn’t go about his life intending to hurt or aggrieve people. I think the key differentiation is intention. He’s just incredibly self-centred.

Prapai’s life revolves around what he wants and does, which means he doesn’t possess any perception outside of that. So if he does rub people up the wrong way, or inconveniences someone, causes damage - he’s likely doing this without having even noticed he has. It’s not even on his radar, which is textbook ignorance and a maddening lack of self-awareness. What would change this is if his actions had consequences. If someone was able to call out his bullshit, and he was actually able to see why and how his actions can be problematic. Even Payu doesn’t stop him from pursuing Sky, knowing full well what his friend can be like. Clearly no one in Prapai’s life has acted as his moral compass, and this is again where Sky is going to play a massive role.

My take is that Prapai is not truly an asshole, he just exhibits a lot of asshole behaviour. Some of which is just straight-up bravado and big talk (and should not be taken with an inch of seriousness). His ‘asshole’ tendencies is what I believe the series will attempt to unravel.

Prapai’s first encounter with Sky

Prapai has grown up in a world where most people are just like him, and that has inevitably enabled a lot of those bad traits.

I don’t think he should be excused for how his behaviour with Sky at the beginning probably caused a lot of internalised damage. We do have to remember that he doesn’t know Sky at all. Doesn’t know Sky’s history, his personality, not even his name. And during that initial encounter, he doesn’t really care. Why would he? He probably thought he’d never see Sky again.

When you’re young, handsome, privileged, wealthy and powerful, life is mostly fun and games. Prapai’s probably never had to take anything that seriously. So his perspective in most situations is probably ‘This is just some fun, you’re on board with that right? Everyone else is’. He doesn’t fathom what the other side looks like. Note that throughout this episode, Prapai is amused by his pursuit of Sky. He sees it like a game that Sky is playing hard to get.

Sex is also a casual transaction in Prapai’s world. We see that he goes on booty calls. It doesn’t have the gravitas to him as it may do for other people. Payu even comments that at the races, people bet anything - as if these things are easily expendable in their world. They are a very out of touch group of people.

And Prapai probably assumes - why wouldn’t Sky enjoy a night with him? He’s a catch, and everyone in his life has either inflated his ego or given him positive reinforcement. So again, it doesn’t even occur to him that Sky is deeply troubled by this. Even if he did have the foresight, Sky quickly jumps in and gives him what he wants.

And he’s always gotten what he wants.

Prapai’s Lack of Maturity

I think people who come from privilege can have quite an immature and sheltered outlook on life, because they haven’t had to do much for themselves, ever. When Prapai starts to clock that he’s thinking about Sky a lot, he doesn’t get why. His thought process is very much like a 15 year old boy. He’s genuinely baffled.

He convinces himself that this is just a simple blip, nothing more. But when he continues having dalliances with other men, it doesn’t seem to do it for him anymore. Instead of doing some self-reflection, he thinks that by pursuing Sky, it’ll ‘cure’ him of whatever temporary spell he seems to be under.

A Few Redeeming Moments

In the scene where he’s invited another guy to spend the night with him, he very politely turns his guest down when he’s clearly not into it. He apologises and says he needs to figure things out, and that he’ll make it up to him. I’m assuming this is also a random fling but Prapai was quite sweet with him. A true asshole would probably be like ‘Yeah, I’ll let you see yourself out’.

I also really liked the interaction between Prapai and his brother. He really did come across as more mature in that scene, where he was the older sibling ushering his little bro to get to their family dinner on time.

Prapai’s Character Development

Now I do trust that over the weeks, Prapai will come to be humbled and will make attempts to redeem himself in Sky’s eyes and ours as the audience. I think Prapai will go through a lot of growth in this story. Sky is his turning point. His relationship and gradual love for Sky will make him a better person.

We already start to see at the end of the episode that Prapai takes 2 hours out of his day especially to go and buy Sky flowers and deliver them personally. His PA is visibly surprised. He’s evidently never made this effort for anyone before.

We’ll eventually see the sweeter, affectionate, caring and sincere sides of him. Sky does fall in love with him after all, so there must be good reason.

For all his faults and flaws, I can’t bring myself to dislike him. I actually find him very endearing in a sort of boy-who-needs-to-grow-up kind of way. And perhaps that’s a testament to Fort’s performance. I think his outlook on life right now is just very simplistic but Sky’s about to change all that.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #prapaisky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #fort thitipong #i have a lot to say about prapai too it appears #im watching closely prapai - do not let me down #prove yourself and be absolutely extra doing it #LITA analysis #im on a roll folks

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tweetsonurface · 1 year

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Surprise..?

(Kai anderson x fem reader)

I would just like to let yall know I've never made anything like this so don't expect it to be great, lmao.

Warnings: kai anderson, kissing, suggestive things too.

Summary: You're at a party and meet kai. Things escalate quickly and you have a makeout session.

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Suddenly you wake up to your phone buzzing. You check and see it's winter, your best friend. You check the time and see it's 3am..? Jesus what the hell did she want? You answer and put the phone to your ear, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah..?" You said sighing. You were pretty pissed off. "Come over like right now! I'll give you the address!!" She seemed very happy, and spoke really quickly. You tried to say something but she hung up. You get a text giving you the address just like she said she would. You were so confused on what the hell she wanted and stood up mumbling things to yourself. You decided to go.

You stumbled over to your dresser and pulled out a tank top with some shorts. You weren't really sure on what to wear, since you didn't even know where you were going. You put a white bra on as well as the tank top. The Jean shorts were a little small but it would work..? You looked in the body mirror you had on your door and looked down at the shorts. They almost hugged you a little to tight. Either way you looked cute and walked to the restroom to fix your hair. You brushed and brushed the obnoxious hair you had before it untangled. It was now you realized you looked like a monster almost. Your room was dark and gloomy so you hadn't seen your face in the body mirror but now, now you saw every feature in your bathroom. "Oh god.."

You spoke to yourself and started to wash your face. You definitely needed to put makeup on, and that exactly what you did. Now your face was smoother and had a nice glow. You didn't bother to put eyeshadow on, you felt way more aware now that you were awake. You slipped your old vans on and pulled up your socks. Grabbing your phone you opened the door to your room and snuck down the stairs hoping nobody would hear. Your parents were extremely strict and would totally kill you if you were caught. "Whatcha doin?" You groaned hearing your little sister. "Fuck off Amarie." You unlocked the door and opened it. "I'll scream, 20 bucks now." Amarie threatened standing at the top of the stairs. She wanted money to keep quiet, but knowing her she'd tell anyway. "No you little brat." You laughed a little before running out of the house. You didn't hear her scream but you knew she would..eventually.

Walking past many houses you grab your phone out of your pocket and look at the address. You repeat it in your head getting to the end of the block. Her neighborhood wasn't very close and you'd have to walk pretty far. She was awesome, one of the best friends you could've ever had but this was just weird. No one calls you at 3am asking for you to come to a random address. You knew it wasn't hers but it was on the same block. Only Danny fletcher lived on that block with her. He was a frat boy, an asshole you thought. All the girls liked him but you thought different. Soon you're standing infront of the house and can see lights beaming from all the windows. There's also a couple people outside with red solo cups.

It finally hit you. This was a party, at Danny's place. You weren't sure how winter even got in but you took it and snuck through the backyard gate. There was a pool and a mini bar along with a hot tub. You spotted winter and walked over to her a little surprised at how rich the guy was. "Winter? What the hell?" You tap her and wave your hands signaling who you were. "Oh shut up, you need to socialize anyways." She laughed and continued to talk with her girlfriend next to the house. She introduced you to her but you knew who her girl was. She wasn't exactly the nicest, and kind of a pain in the ass. "Hey." You smile at winters girlfriend and look over to the sliding glass door. There's people cramped up inside all in little groups it seemed. You had forgotten you were talking to winter, and she reminded you. "Heyyyy???" She tapped you and handed you her cup, as well as her girlfriends. "Fill those up for me would you?" You just nod and laugh a little. You stack the cups and open the door to the house. Instantly you're bombarded with loud ass music and a shit ton of people. You slither through the crowd of people and finally make it to the kitchen placing the 2 cups on the counter. You're pouring the beer before someone stands next to you seemingly doing the same thing.

"Fucking bitch..." the guy mumbles pouring beer into a cup for what seemed like a friend. Suddenly he realizes that you thought he was talking to you. He hadn't even noticed you at first but his blue hair he was hard to not notice, same with his hands. "Not you, sorry." He flashes a smile as you just stand there with your hands on the 2 cups. His dimples were so adorable, and he seemed so nice. His little laugh made your heart flutter before your wonderful moment was interrupted. "Y/n what the hell are you doing? We're waiting for you." Winter shouts noticing you're talking to her brother. As you were about to speak the man spoke for you. "Fuck offffff..." he laughed and leaned towards winter to piss her off, but in the process he leaned closer to you as well. His shoulder was almost touching yours and you felt your face get red. He was so beautiful, so perfect, you couldn't help but have a little crush on him. You didn't even care that he was being mean to winter, it didn't even register to you. You could only focus on his face.

"Y/n seriously!" She stares at her brother giving him a dirty look. She's only able to see your back before you turn almost hitting the guy. You smile at winter, you wanted to talk to the guy. Suddenly winter walks over and takes the drinks for herself. She whispers to you before leaving and returning to her place outside. "He's a asshole." You thought about her words and turned to the man again. He drank out of the cup before looking at you. "I'm not either, God." He hides his smile with his cup and looks at you. He's significantly taller and he knows you're blushing. "I'm kai by the way, winter's just mad you're having fun." He looks over to a couple of people and back at you placing a hand on the counter. You thought he was so hot, you couldn't mess this up. "Kai? You're her brother?" You acted as if you didn't know, but you had known for awhile. You knew who kai was but you hadn't known what he looked like, not until now. You tried to keep small talk to stay close to him, you were crushing so hard. "I am." He turns back to you and looks in your hands. You didn't have a drink you had nothing. He placed his cup down before grabbing a fresh one and pouring some vodka in it. Only a little. "You don't drink?" He asked handing you the cup. You were just so flustered you struggled to speak. You loved the fact he was interested in you, it made you feel weak in your stomach. "No, no I do it's just I don't want to get wasted in a sex house." You took the cup and shot it down your throat. It tasted disgusting, and it burned but you wanted to impress him a little. He laughed and chugged his beer.

"No ones gonna touch you, no one but me." He said smirking. He layed his hand on your shoulder and you couldn't help but blush more. Fireworks were going off in your mind and you had more butterflies in your stomach. "Really?" You flirted back even though it took a lot of courage to do so. His grip tightened as his head lowered a bit to make it not so obvious he was staring at your breasts. "Really." He scoffed still looking st your breasts. He loved your body shape, your face your everything. He wanted more of you, more now. He left his cup on the counter and looked up finally. You had known he was looking at your boobs but you didn't care, you loved it. He then moved his hand to yours before leaning in to kiss you. He left a sloppy kiss on your neck and pulled away smiling. He knew you liked it. "You're so pretty..." he said kissing your cheek. You froze and fought the urge to kiss him back. Suddenly he pulls you closer and you feel your heart racing. He then finally kisses you on the lips before placing a hand on your waist and one on your ass. You kissed him back and to your surprise he didn't stop. He didn't even let you take a breath. You wrapped an arm around his neck and moved closer to him.

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Sorry about the cliff hanger. This isn't a recent fic so I never really finished it but I'll make another part 🤧

NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

#kai anderson x you #evan peters fanfic #peter maximoff x reader #evan peters #fanfic #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson

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nonclassyparty · 2 years

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dream of her- p.sh.

title; was it hard to step down from your throne and to know tonight you're all alone? oh, what a shame, you really want that girl, she doesn't care, still you just dream of her

notes; part of the subtle variations of heartbreak drabble series. drabbles are not released in chronological order, but they will be added to the masterlist as chronologically as possible

“because I’m so tired, holy fuck, I’m so tired of this relationship. for someone so plain and small, baby, you know how to suck the life and spirit out of a guy.”

seonghwa thinks of that hot, summer day in your dorm often.

he replays the hurtful things you’ve said to him that day enough times to convince himself that maybe you deserved the ones he threw back at you. and it works for awhile, he thinks that it’s good that he left you. he thinks he doesn’t need you and that it’s a relief you no longer hang around him.

“you act like you don’t like hanging out with them when you do! it’s just easier to act like you don’t because it makes you different from them. you just can’t stand that you’re exactly like them, seonghwa, it means you have nothing to rebel with against your parents because they got exactly what they wanted from you! made you the perfect little trophy son.”

you hurt his feelings that day. you were able to read him a little bit too well that it angered him and like a cornered animal, the only way he knew to fight was to hurt you back.

and that he definitely did. because seonghwa knew just how mean he could get, if all the right buttons were pushed. he spent enough time with rich, spoiled brats that always got their way and got away with things without repercussion that he learned how to be cruel and unforgiving.

seonghwa would like to think that you deserved it, the prideful part of him hating you a little bit for being able to embarrass him like that. but...the part of him that loved you, knew that he took it too far.

he didn’t want to hurt you. he didn’t mean to make you cry. but the ugly side of him won that summer day and it was you who found herself on the chopping board. seonghwa knew what strings to pull and nerves to hit so he can hurt you viciously. and that time, it meant putting a hit on your insecurities.

seonghwa isn’t sure if he wanted to break up with you. sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. he always had to think about the pros and cons.

his friends didn’t like you and his parents definitely wouldn’t like you, you were too much of a free spirit for them. too wild and unkempt with your thoughts and opinions for them to ever approve of you. but seonghwa liked you.

you were a breath of fresh air, despite being nothing like he imagined you to be at first.

when he first saw you at that party, seonghwa expected you to be bold and loud for some reason. maybe it was because you seemed totally disinterested in everyone there and stayed to the side, like you were better than all of them.

after the very first date, it was quick to assume that you were nothing like that. you were simply shy and quiet, scared of being in the center of attention and comforted by standing in the sidelines.

seonghwa expected to be disappointed by that. you weren’t the sexy, party college girl he thought you were after all. instead, he weirdly enough found himself even more intrigued by you.

what was someone like you doing with someone like aeri.

but he learned quickly that your friendship with aeri was more out of courtesy than anything else. you two didn’t exactly like each other.

back to the main point, seonghwa loved you at one point in his life.

shy smiles, red cheeks and pretty eyes. you got him- hook, line and sinker.

and yeah, you two broke up but deep down, seonghwa held hope that one day you two would find your way back to each other. maybe one day, when he managed to get the burden of everyone else’s opinions off his back and you were a bit more sure of yourself, you two could fall in love again.

“wait, what did you just say?” seonghwa interrupts the conversation between the two girls sitting besides him at the big dinner table and they both turn to look at him.

aeri pursues her lips, not really keen on speaking with seonghwa ever since he dumped her after two months of something extremely pathetic that he can’t even call dating. but still, her urge to spread gossip is stronger than the dislike for seonghwa that she had for the past four years now.

“y/n got cheated on by some it guy.” she says snippily, before turning back to the girl next to seonghwa with a grin. “apparently, he went back to his girlfriend after he dated y/n for almost two years. how embarrassing.”

you? you got cheated on? what kind of fucking men are you dating, y/n?

a new type of anger surges through seonghwa as he thinks of you heartbroken over some prick who didn’t deserve you. how could you get cheated on? what kind of idiot would cheat on you?

if he was honest, seonghwa thought you’d get back with wooyoung. you did refer to him as the perfect guy, why wouldn’t you try to work things out with him?

“no way. are you sure?” the girl whispers back to aeri and seonghwa turns to the front of the table but his ears are perked up in the direction of their conversation,

“of course, i’m sure. i checked her instagram and all of her photos with him are deleted. he was really handsome, super tall but he totally fucked her over in the end.”

seonghwa thinks it’s absolutely fucking annoying that aeri keeps tabs on other people through social media, especially people that she doesn’t like. but when he gets home that night, he can’t keep the nosy side of him at bay and he opens up instagram, searching up your username.

there are three photos of you in total posted, the newest one being from four months ago.

seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath at your pretty smile gracing his screen. your hair was shorter than the last time he saw you (that time you were drunk and talked about that ‘perfect’ guy) and he recognized han river behind you. you were beautiful and seemed happy.

suddenly, the memory of one of your dates with seonghwa by the han river comes to mind. the food you shared, had a little bit to drink. red cheeks and fuzzy smiles. the memory of you two at his apartment after the date comes soon after. what you two did at the exact couch seonghwa was sitting on.

“hwa...” you moaned softly, gripping seonghwa by the shoulders as he rolled his hips into yours firmly, running his hands across your thighs that were wrapped around his waist.

his lips were wrapped around your nipple, your white crop top only lifted up because he didn’t even have the patience to remove it from your body. when his teeth graze your sensitive bud, your back arches and a delicious groan escapes you that makes seonghwa give a harsher thrust.

“oh, fuck.” you whimper and seonghwa gives a shaky chuckle, sitting back on his heels so he can fuck you better. like you deserve.

he grips your hips as your hands fall from his shoulders and instead, grip the cushions of the couch. and fuck, seonghwa can’t help but think that you’re incredible.

tits on display and bouncing with each thrust, skin soft and glistening from sweat. hair falling over the arm rest and head thrown back with flushed cheeks and pink lips parted. pussy snug and wet around him. it’s insane.

he can feel himself reaching closer to his high the more time he spends watching you, so he places a thumb on your lips for you to suck on and slips it out of your mouth when it’s coated with enough saliva and brings it down to your swollen clit.

a high pitched moan leaves you and your hips roll upwards when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb and it’s all so filthy that his thrusts pick up, chasing release.

your chants of “fuck, yes” and “oh, god” fill up the spacious living room, accompanied by sounds of skin slapping and seonghwa’s occasional groans until-

“seonghwa! i’m gonna-i’m gonna c-” you gasp out amidst whines, “i’m c-cumming! i- hwa!”

and it’s a beautiful display, really. so beautiful how your mouth drops open as you let out the loudest moan yet, hips moving fervently with his as you shake under him in complete bliss.

seonghwa is so close, he continues thrusting into your fluttering muscles as you pull him down to you, slotting your lips against his. a couple of fast thrusts later and he’s burying himself completely into you with a low groan, filling up the condom.

you whimper sweetly as he thrusts into you slowly a couple of more times before pulling out.

“fuck.” he rasps out, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

“oh, that was ridiculous.” you say shakily, looking up at him as if concerned by how good the sex felt that he can’t help but let out a laugh, as he agrees with you.

seonghwa presses a quick kiss to your cheek, before getting off of you and allowing you to lay down on the couch properly.

“i’ll get us some drinks.” he whispers against your lips, pecking you again before standing. “i bought that non-alcoholic thingy you like.”

“thingy.” you repeat, nose scrunching in endearment and you nod before looking around- “wha-where is my skirt and underwear?”

“oh.” seonghwa pauses, looking at the direction of the hallway. “i think i took them off of you by the front door.”

“you...you can’t be serious.”

and seonghwa fucked girls after you. he dated girls after you but none of them were you. two years pass since the reminiscence of your han river date and for some reason, he held onto a foolish, prideful thought that faith would lead you into his arms again.

if it’s meant to be, it will be. his pride stopped him from reaching out to you, even though he caught himself almost texting you a couple of times. especially after he found out about the news of your mother’s passing. but he never did.

one night, after seonghwa finishes fucking a girl who’s name he can’t remember and calls her a taxi to send her off home, the loneliness hits. and he searches up your instagram username again.

he doesn’t do this often...but...but sometimes, it’s too much to handle and he needs to see your face.

when your page loads, something cold washes over him.

there’s a photo of you, smile still as pretty, with a guy by your side whose dimples pop as he sports a smile that matches your own. his arm is wrapped around your waist and you have a hand laid against his chest.

“i said yes!” the caption reads.

and seonghwa realizes that it was never meant to be.

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