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It’s Okay
Summary: Ike has trouble sleeping at night, you try to ease his mind
Warnings: fluff, comfort smut, swearing, dirty talk, daddy kink
I was woken up by the feeling of Ike tossing and turning. Groaning as I sat up to see him sweating under the moonlight through the balcony door. I gently touch his chest and heard his breath getting unsteady.
“Ike, baby. Wake up.” I say just above a whisper to see hear him mumble and his body tensing. After another nudge he sat up with his eyes wide. “Another nightmare?”
“Yeah…” He says relaxing his breathing and rubbing his face. I move closer to rest my chin on her shoulder and wrap an arm around his stomach. I kiss his cheek and ruffle his hair. “I’m sorry baby.”
He only leaned into my hold and slowly relaxed. I see he’s still in his head and I moved my body to his lap. He went to rest his face in my neck, my arms wrapped on his broad shoulders. His skin was so warm and a beautiful tan, along with how his chest hair tickled my skin through the thin night gown.
“I had a dream that you died.” He said with a whimper. I held him and kissed his temple. His arms were holding me in a tight grip and his nose nuzzling into my skin.
“That’s not happening. I’m here with you always.” I say gently moving him away to hold his face in between my hands. My thumbs touch over his freshly shaved cheeks.
“I know but, it was so vivid and scary. Just the thought of not having you with me, breaks my heart.” I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arms around his torso. I rested my head on his shoulder and ran my fingers in his chest hair. “I’m right here. I don’t ever plan on going anywhere without you.” I placed a loving smooch on collar and felt his tension leaving. I moved to start laying soft kisses on his neck and heard him groan. My eyes look to see his eyes shut and biting his lip. I took it further by sneaking my hand below to tease his semi erect cock. My palm giving a firm grip to hear him moan.
“You want me to help you out Daddy?” I say looking up seeing his hazel eyes haboring lust. I adjust my body as I stroke his length. He moaned and his fingers squeezed my sides. I kissed his lips and moved to help him take off my gown. My nude body was exposed once it was carelessly tossed on the ground. His hand pulled me to grind on his cock.
I moaned feeling his body so hard and ready. His flesh touched against my inner thigh and I moan feeling his mouth wrapping over one of my tits. His tongue swirled against me and he was growing impatient. His arms flipped me onto my back and watched him throw the covers out of the way. Our bodies now exposed and seeing the silhouette of his body had me growing more needy.
Ike leaned to kiss me and his cock stroked inside me. I moaned into his mouth as my thighs squeezed his hips.
“Fuck. You’re pussy is so fucking wet baby.” He groaned while biting his lower lip. I go to hold his head between my hands. Our eyes adjusted in the dark as I look him in his dark pupils.
“Your cock feels so good inside me Daddy.” I whimpered as he thrusted deep. His breath hit against my lips as my hips rose to meet his thrusts. His cock warm and sliding easily with my arousal coating him. I moaned hearing the wet noises my pussy was making with each hit from his hips.
His eyes slip shut as on of his arms hooked behind my neck. I dig my nails into his shoulders and moaned loudly at how deep he hit. “Oh fuck. Baby. Y/N, it’s so, so fucking good.” He said in a broken sequence as he was getting closer. I took the opportunity to pull him in for a kiss. He groaned against my lips and I flipped our bodies to have him beneath me. He was caught off guard for a second but his hands landed on my hips. I look at him as purposely grinded on his shaft. He looked down to see how wet I was on top of him.
“Fuck. C’mon baby, I want to come so fucking bad in that tight cunt of yours.” I moan at his words and slid myself back on him. My walls clenched on him and I placed my hands on his chest. He growled as I tugged his chest hair and his hands moved up to hold my tits. His fingers massaged me and I moan as I grinded on him.
“Shit. Baby.” He moaned his head fell back and I leaned down to kiss his neck. A weakness he had that I used to my advantage. My lips sucked a hickie on Ike’s hands gripped my ass as I fucked myself on top of him.
“Y/N. I’m so close.” He whimpered. “I know. Come inside me baby. I want to feel all of you Daddy.”
With that his hips rose up and I kissed his lips. He gasped out my name and I felt him spilling inside me. His arms held my waist to keep still. I shuddered as he pulled out of me. My walls were coated by him and waves of my orgasm hit. Ike smiled and traced patterns with his fingers on my back. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. I moved to lay on my side and his arm hooked around my shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed my head.
“You took care of me, now I’ll take care of you.” He whispered and turned on his side to face me. I watch him sit up and moved me over his body so he could carry me. “Let’s enjoy a nice hot bath. And I’ll give you a nice massage when we’re done.” My arms held his neck and I could feel the overwhelming security and love from my husband.
“I love you Ike.”
“Love you too Y/N.”
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A Hard Problem
NSFW Alphabet Prompt: B for Blue Balls
Summary: Ike gets a call for help.
Warnings: Phone sex (not really, kinda mild), masturbation (nothing explicit, a bit implicit actually), curses (this shouldn't even be a warning), very light smut to sumarize.
Pairing: Ike Evans x Wife Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Right, so, this was supposed to be part of @hswrites birthday sleepover but it ended yesterday, so I'm late... To be clear here, I am not satisfied with this AT ALL! I suck at dialogue (and titles), but in my defense, my idea was to write a small ᵗᶦⁿʸ little drabble for every letter of her NSFW alphabet, but I can't write small things, words just flow freely, so... yep, I did two letters... anyway, I'm totally accepting constructive criticism from anyone. I haven't written in years, so I think I probably need it. English is not my first language. For all the reasons above... bare with me please!
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Pen in one hand, a glass of whiskey occasionally in the other, cigarette between his lips, brows knit. The smell of fresh new money from the lots to his left and the sun shining hot on the side of his face trying to break his concentration on the pile of documents and countless papers in front of him, scattered, but arranged in a way only he would understand. It wasn't easy being the owner of the most glamorous spot in Miami Beach.
After years of ambitious struggles to climb to the top, he had a reputation to uphold and that took a lot of hard work. From a young age, Ike knew that an astute and calculated demeanor was essential and he had no problem in carrying it. But now Ben Diamond was back in town... and that changed some things.
Ike's aware that his relationship with the violent mob boss was precarious, one wrong move and everything fell apart. With Diamond being his main investor he didn't have much trading room and he had a lot to lose, but after six years of dealing with the devil, Ike was savvy enough to know that Ben needed him and that gave him an advantage. The perks of being irreplaceable.
Even so, he was tired of the monthly payments, the threats disguised as incentives, having his family's safety on the front lines and the possibility of having the dream he worked so hard for usurped out of his hands. Those were the worries he couldn't talk about, the lies and the danger in the shadows.
Besides all that, he had a hotel to manage and that in itself came with a lot of concerns. From organizing big events to resolving work strikes, though lighter and easier to handle, these duties were no less arduous. An outsider might think Ike was a work-driven man with no time for family and the pleasures that come with success, let them think that, better this way, safer.
Family's important to Ike and he has raised his children to value that too. He's relieved to have two grown-up children with lives on track. He's proud of them. His youngest daughter is still a child, just spoil her a little to make her satisfied, not that this is a healthy habit, but Ike can't help himself. Having her living near his penthouse makes it easier to keep an eye on her and since he lost his second wife to business adversities, he has focused all of his attention on his daughter.
Until recently...
To be honest, Ike wasn't looking for anyone. Vera's death shook him deeply. He made the decision to not get involved with anyone intimately to avoid further catastrophes that accompanied him, whether he liked it or not. One night stands was enough for him, just to let off some steam. But when that pretty little thing walked into his hotel lobby that night, he knew he had to have her.
She was gorgeous, sexy and elegant, completely oblivious to the attention she was drawing. The wine red velvet dress was the first thing that caught his eye, it showed off her shoulders and neck and hugged her curves perfectly. He thought that the dress would be even prettier tossed on the floor by his bed. He was pretty sure none of the women competing in the beauty pageant that night came close to her.
As she got closer to him and more immersed in the mass of people, he watched her intently as her eyes surveyed the crowd. A glass of champagne in her gloved hand, now aware of the immoral stares of the men around her and the disgust and envy of the women in their arms but paying no mind to it. Her attention was directed to the beauty of the hotel's architecture and all the effort that went into making that night perfect. At that moment, he was proud of himself.
And when she came to meet him, the hotel owner, the host of the night, their eyes met as Ike kissed the back of her hand and they clicked, just like that. She saw the ambition in his eyes and he saw the determination in hers, she complemented him just as he did her. It wasn't until the night was over and they were spent and panting in bed while Ike cleaned up his mess on her belly with his wine red pocket square that they noticed they were in matched outfits. Cliche, right? He took that as a divine sign.
And from then on, they were inseparable.
He took care of her in every way possible and she gave him balance in all areas of his life. She wasn't just a arm candy on his side at events. No one knew, but they ran the business together. He trusted her entrepreneurial vision and encouraged her to voice her ideas and advices. And he was the man she never thought she needed, he took all the trauma and abuse of ex lovers and introduced her to the world of love as it was meant to be, worshipping her mind, heart and body.
Letting her run wild and free but making it clear that she was his, as he was hers.
_
Ike jumped slightly from his chair when his phone rang, realizing he was lost in thought. Sighing deeply, he took a drag on his cigarette and put down the pen before answering, "Ike speaking, how can I help?"
"Putting that mouth to better use, for starters..."
He stopped all movement when he heard her voice. Relaxing his shoulders, Ike sighed and leaned back in his chair, biting his lip.
"Good mornin' babygirl. So glad to hear your voice"
"Hum... I'm not so sure..."
"And why's that, huh?"
"It's been a while since I woke up to a cold side of the bed"
Shit. "I'm sorry honey, I really am... I just have a lot of work to do"
"You always do. My point still stands"
This made him smile.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right, I'm really sorry, okay? It won't happen again, I promise"
They both knew what had caused his early start in the day. Ben Diamond was starting to penetrate his mind and take over his thoughts. But his girl was there to bring him back. He couldn't neglect her. He wouldn't.
"I'll make it up to you later, how's that sweetheart?"
"You could make it up to me now..."
Damn. He could feel the want in her voice. His dick too, seeing how it twitched in his pants.
He groaned hoarsely in frustration from his side of the line.
"I can't babygirl, I'm in the middle of something here. Besides, gotta a meeting in fifteen"
"Fifteen is plenty of time for a quick fuck..."
She's kinda breathless... No way, she wouldn't...
"Baby... are you touching yourself?"
"Damn right I am... you ain't here, Ike..."
Fuck. So fucking needy...
Ike leaned further into the armchair, closing his eyes and imagining his girl with her legs spread between his sheets, one hand between her legs, the other gripping her hair, softly moaning his name... The image made him smile dreamily.
"You know that I love to hear you moaning my name, darlin', but you gotta stop it... right now..."
He tried to say it in a commanding voice but the discomfort between his legs made him sound desperate. She had him in the palm of her hand.
"It doesn't look like you want me to stop..."
He squeezed his cock through his pants to try to ease the slight pain.
"Fuck babygirl... you really gotta stop"
"Yeah? But I fucking do! Now, be a good girl and do as I say. I told you that I'll make it up to you later, and I keep my promises, you know that"
She's fucking smiling, the little devil...
But he didn't want her to stop.
"But I want it now, Ike..."
You were practically whimpering now, and Ike could hear the wet noises in the background. He was half hard now.
She can be such a spoiled brat sometimes... and she's drippin', for fuck's sake..., he thought as he pressed his crotch harder, in vain.
"Did you call just to tease me woman? The sun just barely came out!"
"That's exactly why I called. The sun just barely came out and instead of you being here burying your dick inside of me, you're waiting for some friends to chat. You just set your priorities straight, sir"
Ike took the phone away from his ear for a moment, looking at ceiling while taking a deep breath.
This girl will be the death of me
He practically growled.
Untying his tie and taking a sip of whiskey almost forgotten on the table in front of him, Ike took a deep drag on his cigarette trying to find support in the smell of tobacco before answering.
You are a bad fucking girl, you know that?"
"C'mon Ike..."
A breathless whisper of his name was all it took to make him completely hard and twitching.
Ike took another deep breath trying to maintain control as he listened to the rivers of obscenities coming out of her mouth as she got near to her orgasm. And the sweet noises of pleasure was making his cock strainingly painful in his pants by now and he couldn't take it much longer, she could get him going easily.
"What, baby..."
He was getting lost in it.
His deep husky voice was too much for you.
"I need you..."
Shit, she's so close...
"Yeah, I know, I can hear it... but you really gott-"
He just knew she was biting her lip to keep from letting out a needy moan. That was enough to make him thrust his hips up involuntarily with a grunt, hitting the table lightly and causing some brown liquor to fall onto the papers on the table.
"Hum... wanna come in your cock, Ike..."
"Goddamnit!"
"You okay there, handsome?"
The playful tone didn't go unnoticed in Ike's ears. He's strained manhood causing a bit of a anger to come out.
"Okay, babygirl, listen to me carefully. I'll be there in a minute", he was already on his feet, putting out his cigarette.
"I'm gonna fill you up so full of my cum you gonna drip for hours. Don't you dare lay another finger in that pussy of yours. You wait for me. It's a fucking order!", he said in between gritted teeth and with a breathless lust filled tone in his voice.
"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Evans. Your eight o'clock just arrived"
He quickly downed what was left of his whiskey and was about to slam the phone down when he heard a soft knock on his office door causing his head to snap quickly to the source of the noise. His secretary's face peeking out from behind the door with a sweet smile.
Fuck no
He was frozen for a moment. His expression was tense, his grip on the phone so hard his knuckles were white. His secretary was completely unaware of his current state, dick hard as steel and he wasn't hiding. It took him some suspicious seconds to answer.
After a nod and the click of the door closing, Ike sighed deeply and slumped into the chair again, defeated. A painful hiss comes out of his mouth and he tensed.
"They're a bit earlier, huh... Thank you... for letting me know...", he was unsure of what to do. Checking the time on his watch, he looked between the phone in his hand and the papers on his desk and back to the woman at the door, clearing his throat and finding his posture again, Ike raised his voice in a firmer tone.
"Just give me a minute, I'll call them shortly"
"Fuck!"
He presses down on his cock once again and tries to get it snug in his pants as he brings the phone to his ear once more, "Guess you heard that huh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart... it seems that today's apologies day for me"
"Hum... yeah... I know, it's okay"
"You seem strangely acceptable to the situation, darling..."
He narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
"D-Did you come, babygirl? When I strictly told you to wait for me", he asked smiling and biting his lip, already knowing the answer.
"I did... and I'm not sorry. You still owe me"
That drew an honest laugh from him.
"I know, I'll keep my word to you, like always"
He took the pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and took one with his lips, lighting it.
"Now..." he exhaled the smoke before continuing.
"Get that pretty ass out of bed and go do something useful because when I get back I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to move properly for quite some time, you understood me?"
He knew she was rolling her eyes.
"That's totally unfair... but yes sir, understood"
"Uhum... That's my girl"
You would never stop getting goosebumps hearing that phrase come out of his mouth.
"I gotta go, doll, but I'll see you later, as soon as can. I love you. And again... I'm really sorry for leaving you alone this morning, I won't let him get in my head that way anymore. First time, to never again, okay?"
You smiled on your end of the line. He could change his tone from lewd and sinful to sweet and affectionate in seconds. You loved that about him.
Ben Diamond was a big thorn in Ike's shoes and it's been that way for a long time but he no longer had to carry the weight of his world on his shoulders alone. Sometimes he forgot, and you had to remind him.
"Okay, my love. Just remember that I'm with you in this, we're together and we help each other. I'm not upset because you left me alone in bed, I'm upset about what it meant. Don't push me away from you. You're not gonna lose me"
Somehow he believed her. He wouldn't lose her.
"Okay, baby, you're right, per usual"
He smiled brightly, dimples showing shamelessly. She was always able to ground him when needed.
"Now, bye bye, I love you too, make sure to save him for me"
"Right! I sure will. Bye"
He hung up with a laugh that rumbled in his chest satisfyingly. He'd almost forgotten about the not-so-small problem between his legs.
"Stacy, let them in please"
It would be a long day.
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Gif credit goes to @jdmorganz saving our days as usual!
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smash (in a marriage way)
smash (in a fuck my brains out way)
#tbh i would marry them all it just worked with the meme#ik#i’m terrible#also they could all fuck my brains out#this post is just a lie#sorry guys#evan peters#evan peters smut#ahs#kai anderson#ahs fandom#ahs edit#sarah paulson#tate langdon#evan peters x reader#evan peters imagine#evan peters fic#ahs fic#ahs 11#ahs smut#ahs cult#ahs coven#kit walker#james patrick march#kyle spencer#tate ahs#tate and violet
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A DIRTLY SLUTTY THOUGHT:
Pervy!Stepdad!Ari !!!! goes through readers room—finds a cute lil vibrator and later confronts her about it. Calls her a ‘dumb little slut’ and lots of degrading. He then tells her to make herself cum with it in front of him but he doesn’t know that she can’t. She hasn’t ever been able to cum using it and she’s crying from embarrassment and suddenly they’re screwing and finally ARI MAKES HER CUM !! WhoO HOO!!
This is actually a fic I’ve been meaning to write but maybe you’ll do better with the idea! Love your work bub!!💕💕
Oh I’m in love with this stepdad!Ari! He’s so strict with his baby girl yet he can’t help but lust after you too…
Warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, dd/lg dynamics, the usual depravity
“I’m gonna ask you one more time. What’s this, sweetheart?” Your stepfather, Ari, asks you, holding up the pale pink vibrator. It looks tiny in his hands, but that doesn’t do anything to lessen your shame.
“D-Don’t know, daddy.” You stutter through your lie, pointedly looking down at your feet, hands behind your back as you stand in front of your bed with your stepdad a few steps away from you.
Ari runs a hand through his wild hair, “You must be feeling bold today, honey. You know how daddy feels about you lying to me. You also know the rule we have about owning naughty girl toys like this one. Could you remind daddy the rule we have?”
“Not allowed to use any naughty girl toys on my princess parts.” You recite the rules your stepdad has taught you over the past few months.
It started with Ari calling you into his home office, making you sit on his lap while he told you all the ways to pleasure a man, stroking you softly through your panties as he made you touch his dick — all while your mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner for the family.
But Ari never let you cum — always edging you till you were a wet mess on his lap, crying and humping on his thigh while he stilled you and mocked you for seeking pleasure from your stepdad.
That’s why you bought the vibrator.
“That’s right, baby.” Ari says softly, knocking you back into the present, “So imagine how disappointed I was when I walked into my little girl’s room to see her pleasuring herself with this sad excuse of a toy. And then you proceed to lie to me about it. You’ve made your daddy very sad today, honey.”
“No!” You cry out suddenly, launching yourself at your stepdad and wrapping your arms around his neck, face burying into his sturdy chest, “Please don’t be sad, daddy! Didn’t mean to lie! I’m just so horny all the time… princess parts always aching for you! Had to… Had to do something about it!”
“My poor baby,” Ari coos, gathering you in his arms and sitting down on the bed with you in his lap, “You’re so worked up and horny that you had to go buy yourself a little toy, didn’t you? So tell daddy how it felt to make yourself cum. It’s the least you could do after lying to me.”
You cry even harder, “Couldn’t do it, daddy! Didn’t know how. An’ it didn’t feel nearly as good as your fingers. Or your thigh.” You hope that maybe your daddy will feel bad for you, that he’ll forget all about the toy and finally make you cum. Maybe if you’re really good, he’ll even put his dick inside you tonight!
“Dumb, slutty baby,” Ari murmurs, stroking your hair back and out of your face, “So desperate to cum that you’ll break daddy’s rules, huh? And then after all that, you couldn’t even figure out how to pleasure yourself. Guess your little baby brain is dumber than I realised. But don’t worry, daddy’s here now.”
He sets you down on the bed; and you’re a sniffling mess sat between your stuffies on your lacy bedsheets, tiny skirt flipped upwards and panties wet and pushed to the side. Ari’s even rolled your Hello Kitty top up so he can see your tits, his eyes dark with lust as he looks over you before throwing the vibrator at you.
“Well, go on then. Pleasure yourself. Since you love breaking daddy’s rules so much, you might as well give me a show.”
You swallow, looking down at the vibrator blankly before grabbing Ari’s hand instead, bringing it between your legs, “N-No, daddy, you! You please! My princess parts like you more than this icky toy, daddy, please! Always so wet just for you!”
You just want to cum so bad, and you want it to be by his hands, not this dumb vibrator that you can’t even figure out how to use.
Ari slaps your hand away cruelly before turning the vibrator on and handing the toy to you, “Do what daddy tells you to, princess. And don’t worry, I know your too dumb to figure out how to work the toy, so I’ll talk you through it. And you better not scream when you cum, we don’t want mommy to hear, do we?”
Oh fuck please oh my fucking god BYE
#ari levinson#ari drabble#chris evans#chris evans x reader#bunnyscraft#ik this isn’t exactly what you described but this is where I ended up sjsjsjajaj
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You Made Me Love You
Ike Evans Masterlist
Series Masterlist
Warning: light angst, cheating, smut, swearing
Summary: You internally battle with yourself over your love for your boss. Inspire by - Patsy Cline's - You Made Me Love You.
"There she is... Miss..." Ike's voice rang out through room as Lauren practiced coming down the stairs in preparation for her bat mitzvah.
"Daddy... stop it" Lauren moans out in annoyance.
"Alright, I'm sorry... I'll stop" Ike responds, only to do it again.
"Vera..." Lauren complains, causing Ike to chuckle when Vera swats him against the stomach.
"Alright, I'm sorry..." Ike finally ceases, stepping toward her then.
"You just- you look so beautiful... I couldn't help myself."
Smirking at his silliness, you catch the quick look he shoots you but turn your attention back to Lauren when Vera steps closer.
"Can you do it, Lo? You'll be in heels..." Vera enquires.
"And five hundred people will be watching" you comment as well.
"Heels...?" Ike remarks in astonishment.
"Five hundred people?"
"And there'll be dry ice smoke" you mention nonchalantly.
"Just, you know... curling up over your ankles."
"Really...?" Ike deadpans.
"Dried ice smoke?"
"Pink..." you smirk, causing him to roll his eyes at you.
"Well, it all sounds wonderful" Vera happily remarks.
"C'mon..." Ike scoffs.
"Pink dried ice smoke...? It's a bat mitzvah, not a beauty pageant."
"Exactly..." you smugly nod.
"It's Lo's coming of age celebration; therefore, it has to be extra special."
"As entertaining as this is..." Vera butts in giggling.
"I have to go speak with the caterers. I'll leave you two to further argue over dried ice smoke."
"We're not arguing..." Ike sighs in response.
"If you so, love" Vera giggles, patting his chest and tipping upward for a kiss.
You stood internally cringing at the scene in front of you, a fake smile plastered on your face as you pretended it wasn't bothering you. But Ike knew better, he knew how much it bothered you. No matter how huge a smile you flashed everyone around you, he would always see right through it; your eyes... your eyes were the sign that gave away your true feelings.
To everyone that saw your smile, they would believe you to be happy, yet if they had taken the time to truly look into your eyes; they would instantly see the dead look in them whenever Ike and Vera showered one another with affection around you.
"Alright" you snap out of your thoughts the minute Vera left.
"I think we should practice the father-daughter dance a bit."
Ike throughs his back with a loud groan.
"As long as I don't have to dance in pink smoke..."
"Nope" you shake your head, flashing a broad smirk.
"For you, I'll make sure it's purple instead."
Ike shoots you a warning glare, while Lauren giggles her head off at his expense.
"This song's boring..." Lauren whines halfway through the dance practice.
"Well, why don't you pick another song then" you offer.
"You ok?" Ike asks whilst Lauren was going through the music choices.
"Yeah, I'm fine" you shrug off his concern, (knowing damn well that he wasn't buying your lie), yet you continue to pretend nothing was wrong.
"Hey..." Ike grabs your hand to turn you toward fully face him yet is interrupted then by the song Lauren had chosen.
"That's not the best choice for a father-daughter dance, Lo..." you remark, turning back toward her.
"But I love Patsy Cline" Lauren protests.
"Fine" you sigh, caving into her puppy pout.
"You can listen to it finish, then back to the original chosen song."
Lauren flashes you a bright smile, a little flicker of mischief appearing in her eyes then.
"This is a beautiful song to waste. Why don't you and Dad dance to it?"
"I don't think that's a good idea..." you hastily respond.
"Aw... c'mon" Lauren whines, flashing you those puppy eyes again.
"It's fine" Ike comments, taking hold of your hand and puling you into his arms to dance.
Letting out a tense breath, you rest your right hand onto his shoulder.
"Fine."
Lauren claps in victory as Ike pulls you flushed against him; forcing you to rest your head against his chest. Finally giving up the fight, you allow your eyes to drift shut as you let the music take over.
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You made me love you
I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to do it
You made me want you
And all the time you knew it
I guess you always knew it
This song was actually quite fitting for the situation with Ike; you never had any intention of starting an affair with Ike when you started work for him a year ago, and yet you were. Six months into a heavy, passionate affair.
You tried your utmost best to fight the attraction you had for him since day one, but Ike was a determined man when he wanted something and that something had been you. As hard as you fought to never give into your desires, Ike eventually wore down your defenses and before you knew it; you were hopelessly in love him.
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You made me happy sometimes
Sometimes you made me glad
But there were times, dear
You made me feel so bad
Although you were at your happiest whilst in his arms with how madly you were in love him, there were times of saddest too. Those were, whenever Vera was in his arms instead of you.
They say love makes you stupid, and stupid you most definitely were, stupid enough to fall in love a married man.
*
You made me sigh for
I didn't wanna tell you
I didn't want to tell you
I want some lovin', that's true
Yes I do, indeed I do, you know I do
This was never going to work; you knew it most definitely. If only Ike could realize it too. This was nothing but a fantasy, one that would end up in heartache.
This wasn't what you wanted; you wanted his complete love, you wanted a real relationship, not sneaking around with another woman's husband. Yet as much as you craved it, you didn't have it in your heart to break it off with him.
You wanted him to make the decision of being with you, instead of Vera on his own.
*
Give me, give me, give me
What I cry for
You know ya got the brand o' kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
The song had finished yet it hadn't immediately registered in your foggy mind, not until you feel Ike lift his chin off from where it had been resting on the top of your head.
Lifting your head from his chest, you're met with the dark lust filled stare Ike usually projects whenever he wants you.
"Ahem" you take a careful step back and turn to Lauren.
"I think that's enough for today, Lo."
A bit disappointed, Lauren silently nods, shutting the record player off.
"You coming Dad?" Lauren enquires, making her way to the exit.
"You go ahead, I need to discuss some stuff with Y/N" Ike responds, causing you physically cringe whilst you pretend to be tiding up.
*
You made me sigh for
I didn't want to tell you
I didn't wanna tell you
I want some lovin', that's true
Yes I do, indeed I do, you know I do
You hear his footsteps coming closer to you, and when they stop directly behind you, yet continue to ignore them.
"Sweetheart-"
"Not now, Ike" you cut him off, continuing to tidy up in silence.
"Baby, look at me" Ike pleads.
Shutting your eyes for moment and taking a deep breath, you finally turn toward him.
"What is it, Isa-"
You're cut off by his lips harshly slamming onto yours.
"Are you insane?!" you rip your face from his grip with a soft screech, frantically scanning the room.
"Someone could have walked in and seen us."
"Don't care" Ike shrugs nonchalantly, causing you to roll your eyes with a scoff.
"Well, I do. The Atlantis is brimming with enough whores, I don't want to be add to that list."
Ike scowls at you, growling out then.
"You're not a whore."
"Says you" you snort in retort.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Ike grabs your arm, dragging you along the corridor towards the restroom.
"What the hell are you doing?!" you scowl as he shut and locked the door after dragging you inside.
"Reminding you who you belong to" Ike growls, spinning you around toward the mirror.
Head spinning from the sudden movement; you grasp hold of the counter to steady yourself, eyes making contact with Ike's lust blown ones in the mirror.
"Ike-"
"Shut up" Ike pushes you roughly down onto the counter, grabbing at the waistline of your capri pants to tug it down, along with your panties.
"You're going to shut up, stay right there and take whatever I give you."
You stared wide-eyed at the angry look on Ike's face reflecting in the mirror as he hastily undid his pants.
"Next time you think of giving me the cold shoulder, remember one thing" Ike grits out, kicking your feet apart, leaning over you then to notch the head of his cock against your entrance.
"You're mine..." he utters out, burying himself in you with one hash snap of his hips.
"Fuck Ike..." you whimper out at the sting of him stretching you out.
"What did I tell ya 'bout speaking...?" Ike bucks roughly into you in warning.
You bury you face into your hands to stifle any noise, only to have Ike pull your head back up by the hair, to look into the mirror.
"Nuh-uh..." Ike tisks as he harshly thrusted in and out of you.
"You're going to watch as I fuck you. Remind you, who you belong to. Got it."
Biting into your lip; you stared silently into the mirror at the dark scowl on Ike's face, attempting a weak nod as he fucked you like a man on a mission.
"Jesus, baby, ya feel so fuckin' good..." Ike groans out, leaning further onto your back and gripping hold of your hands that was on the counter for better perch as he pounded into you from behind.
It was impossible for you to respond, even if you had been allowed; soft whimpers being the only thing you could muster as Ike's heavy breathing and grunts sounded off against the side of your neck.
Lifting his face from your neck, Ike flashes you a boyish smile in the mirror.
"You're my girl, aren't you...?"
Bitting into your lip; you nod at him in response, a loud whimper spilling from them as you feel your oncoming climax begin to build.
"Fuck..." Ike shuts his eyes with a loud groan as your walls contract around him, egging him into going harder, deeper.
"That's it, Baby... Cum for me. Cum around my cock!"
And just like that, on his command; your orgasm hit like a freight train. Eyes shut tightly, nails digging into your palms; you cry out loudly as you clamp down hard around him.
Ike lets out an animalistic like growl, doing something he had never before done, sinking his teeth into your neck and cumming deep inside you then.
*
Give me, give me, give me
What I cry for
You know ya got the brand o' kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
"You're mine... Never letting you go..." Ike breathes heavily against your neck as you both try to steady your heart rates.
"Ike..." you murmur in a broken voice as you stare wide-eyed at both your reflections the mirror. The image of him still lying on top of your back, still buried inside you, causing panic to rise within you.
Finally lifting his head, Ike stares silently at you in the mirror for a few seconds as the possible implications of what he had done hits the both of you.
Letting out a heavy sigh; Ike lifts off from you, causing both of you to hiss out as he gently removes himself from within you.
After having redressed in silence; Ike finally breaks it by pulling you tightly into his arm.
"We'll figure it out..." he states, pressing a kiss into your hair.
"Ok..." you manage to croak out through the lump that had formed in your throat.
Pulling back a bit, Ike cups your cheek as he stared deeply into your eyes.
"I Love You."
A broad smile spreads across your lips then as you stare back at him.
"I Love You too..."
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Daddy's Little Girl
A/N: Ik this isn't top gun but I was looking through my drafts and thought this was the cutest ever so I decided to post :)
Warnings: Reader and Chris get into a little argument and Chris is a little sad but other than that fluff.
Mob!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Reader
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You missed the days when all Bella could do was babble incoherently in your and Chris' arms. She had recently turned four and you felt like time was going so fast. Too fast. She was more talkative than ever and just as curious. She was always asking questions and learning new words. Bella's new favorite pastime has become interrupting Chris when he has meetings at home.
Since before Bella was born, you knew she was going to be a daddy's girl. Chris has been promising her the world since the day you two found out you were pregnant. If it wasn't for you, she would probably already have an island named after her and a pony. The man could run all of Boston and more, but when his little girl wanted ice cream for breakfast, she got ice cream for breakfast.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't tell his little girl no. Even when she would come and interrupt his meetings. He didn't have the heart to look into her eyes that reflected yours and say no. Time was always going by so quick and sooner than he'd like to. There's going to be a time when she doesn't come running to him, so while he still can he will always welcome her with open arms. You know how serious Chris' meetings can get, and because he can't say no, you do your best to keep her as far from his office as possible.
Chris was having one of his most intense meetings yet. He had told you of some of the problems they were having with shipping. Product was going "missing", getting stolen on routes, and mysteriously "disappearing". They had been going at it since dawn so you have done your very best to keep Bella distracted all day. You took her to the park this morning, then to your get nails done, then ice cream, until she started to get tired and you had to come home.
After her nap, you had to come up with new distractions. It started with dinner and then watching TV together, and now you and Bella are playing dolls together in her playroom. You had reservations about leaving her alone, but you really needed to pee. It was only thirty seconds. You could leave her alone for thirty seconds, but you knew you'd have to be quick.
"I gotta run to the bathroom Bella. Stay here, don't move" You say and Bella doesn't pay you any mind as she continues to play with her dolls. "Bella Grace look at me," You say and she finally looks you in the eye "Do not leave this room okay?" You say looking at her pointedly as you stand up.
"Yes mama" She says then goes back to playing. You take another look at her before quickly making your way to the bathroom.
All Bella had to do was wait for the bathroom door to click and she bolted out the door. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible while she quickly sprinted to her dad's office. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen him all day.
"I don't give a shit about that Grillo! Where the fuck is my product?! It doesn't magically go missing!" Chris says standing up and slamming his hands down on his mahogany wood desk. Grillo was in charge of all the shipping and exports. At this point, Chris was fed up with his b.s excuses. He and his top men had been at this since the sun came up. He hasn't eaten, or seen his wife or his little girl all day and the best they could give him was excuses? Unacceptable.
"Maybe you should calm do-" Anthony starts to say before Chris cuts him off. He could feel the vein sticking out of his neck
"You want me to calm down? We've been going at this all fucking day and we aren't any step closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on! One of our most profitable forms of revenue is falling to pieces! All of you are lucky I don't fucking fire you! I pay you all for what?! So you can sit here and waste my fu-" and it's Chris' turn to stop when he sees the door start to open. He figures it's you and now he gets worried because he knows you would only come in if it was an emergency.
Chris' team looks at the door expectantly when all they hear are giggles. Chris lets out a breath and tries to hide a smile as Bella's curly hair comes into view. Chris hears her laugh and her little footsteps as she runs around the expensive leather furniture to her dad. Chris picks her right up and kisses her forehead while she smiles like it's Christmas morning. Bella lays her on his shoulder pushing her hair out of her face and Chris can't help the own smile that takes over his face. He's spent quite literally all day pissed off and in a bad mood, so seeing one of his favorite girls is definitely already making him feel better.
"Where's mama baby?" Chris asks kissing her forehead. Any rage Chris might've been feeling suddenly dissipated while the most trusted members of the Evans family mob watched on. Almost all of them were used to the soft side of Chris that he reserved for you and his little girl.
"Bathroom. I escaped" She says giggling and Chris sighs just as you come through the door. You look around and Chris can see the worried look on your face.
"It's okay y/n. I got her," Chris says as you see Bella resting in his arms. You walk over and place your hands on your hips.
"Bella Grace I thought I told you to stay put. You can't keep disturbing your dad while he's working." You say putting your hands on your hips.
"It's okay y/n. She came in at the perfect time" Chris says looking at you. You hated when he undermined you like this, but you knew this was not the time or place to bring this up. "Meeting over. All of you get the hell out of here and find the answers I want," Chris says as everyone gets up to walk out. Anthony and Sebastian hang back to briefly talk to Chris and say hello to the two of you. After a few minutes however, they join the crowd and leave. When you look at Bella again she is on the verge of sleeping when Chris says,
"Go lay down. I'll put her in her bed for the night. I'll meet you in the room in a minute" He says kissing you softly before you pull away and make your way to the room. Chris can tell you're pissed at him but for now, focuses his attention on getting Bella in her pj's and in bed.
Getting back to yours and Chris' shared room you fall on the bed suddenly realizing how tired your are. The plush of the comforter welcoming you in. Keeping a wild four year old entertained all day was a lot harder than people sold it out to be. You could feel your eyes starting to drift closed when you hear Chris walk into the room.
"Hey I'm sure you're pissed I didn't do anything about her coming in the room but y/n I really can't say no to her. And she really did come in at a good time because I swear I was about to blow a gasket." Chris says coming to stand in front of you so you sit up.
"That's great Chris but you know I hate when you undermine me like that. Not only in front of the guys, but in front of Bella. It teaches her that she doesn't have to listen to me or anyone because you are always gonna be there to bail her out. I love your relationship with her I really do but it's unfair that I constantly have to be painted as the bad guy when I try to introduce any form of discipline," You express to Chris trying your best not to turn this into a screaming match. Chris gets down on one knee so he's eye level with you.
"I'm sorry y/n I really am. It is never my intention to undermine you I swear to that. It's just when I look at her I see so much of you. It's not an excuse but I can't tell you no either, I never could and I never will. And with Bella, she's only gonna be this small for so long. I can't even believe she's already four. Eventually there's gonna be a point where she doesn't run to me. Where she won't care enough to interrupt my meetings or she'll get too big to jump in my arms. I think I'm so scared for that day I don't want her to have any reason to start any sooner." Chris says looking at you his blue eyes slightly glossy as he looks at you and you sigh. You pull him into you and he wraps his arms around your frame and rests his head on your chest. You use one hand to play in his hair,
"I'm sorry Chris. I honestly never it saw it from your point of view. And I don't want you to think I'm mad at you either, it's just I don't want to be seen as the bad guy all the time cause I'm tryna prepare her for the world. I know you're scared about her outgrowing you but I promise she won't Chris. No matter how old or big she gets, she will always be daddy's little girl. And whenever she needs advice you will always be one of the first people she runs to. I can promise you that Chris," You say as Chris looks up at you. You press a soft kiss to his lips,
"Thank you y/n I really needed to hear that. And I promise to do my best to start trying to enforce rules with her as well. I promise." He says and you smile giving him another kiss.
"Thank you baby. Now when was the last time you ate? It's late and I need to make sure you get something in your system" You say looking at him curiously. Chris picks you up forcing you wrap your legs around his waist and gasp.
"I got a perfect meal right here," He says making you giggle as he lays you higher on the bed and spends a better part of the night pleasuring your body. While you lay soundly asleep on his chest he already has plans in motion for the cook to make all your and Bella'a favorite breakfast foods. Because at the end of the day, he wanted nothing but the best for his two favorite girls.
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☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎
𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐀𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝
Yandere! Serial killer x Sadistic Reader (final part)
GN! Reader, Mentions of blood, Mentions of mutilation, Sadistic behavior, Mentions of Stalking. y’all ik I ask you every post but PLEASE read the note at the end! Part 1 is here part 2 is here. Enjoy!
“What…”
You mean to tell me your best friend of ten years has secretly been conspiring with your stalker!? After all you’ve confided in her, all you trusted her with, the secrets you’ve shared, have been relayed to another person in the twisted name of love!?
“He’s- I-…” she sighs, attempting to regain her composure.
“You remember in 4th grade, when I liked that boy? Evan Daniels? I had the hugest crush on him,” she giggles a bit, snotty and nostalgic.
“I was convinced we’d be together forever; get married, have five kids and two dogs. But that all changed when I confessed. He told me… he told me he liked you. My best friend,” you gotta be joking. All of this just about some guy in elementary school that you don’t even remember!?
“It’s not about that!” she explains harshly, her gaze shifting from sympathetic to something much darker.
“When he told you he liked you, you agreed! You knew how much he meant to me. I got over it sure, but the years after that… nothing ever seemed to change. So I became popular but you did too, I started wearing makeup and so did you, I found my passion and you just so happened to like it too. You were always better than me; hated it! You liked all the attention you got, the praise and looks of adoration. So when I found out what Keegan was doing… why would I try to stop it?” she smiles to herself before looking back up at your glossy eyes. The bright lights of police cars spread through the area and loud voices call out for you.
“How long has this been going on?”
“How long have we been friends?” She smiles. That bitch!
“You were my best friend so it wasn’t hard to give him the information he wanted; killing Gill was just a plus,” she walks closer to you, pushing down on the dirt. Keegan tightens his hold on the axe and narrows his eyes but stops when he sees you glance over to him. “All I’ve been doing was working behind the scenes and guess what, it paid off,”
“I’m sorry things had to turn out this way,” she looks at you one more time before heading into the opposite direction as Keegan advances towards you. There's no way you're letting this slide. Your first move is to jump towards her and push her to the ground, hitting her face in as hard and fast as you can. Despite Keegan's attempts to retrain you, you grab a loose clothes pin from your costume and stab the area near his eye. In the midst of his screams, you sprint through the woods more quickly than ever. Yeah, it's dumb, but with Malika blocking the way of the police and a psychopath standing before you, you had no choice.
As you rushed to hide behind a tree, it felt as if you had been running for years. It's better not to look back, not to make a noise, to remain silent and out of sight, you think to yourself. It makes no sense how you've gotten here. I mean, you know how you got here, but you can’t rack your brain. It does explain why she always tried to sway you from going to any authoritative figure. Why she would grin to herself the handful of times you’ve lost competitions, why she all of sudden had a thing for Gill after you mentioned how cute he was. The blood on your hands fills your nose with the scent of metal and plastic. The air in your lungs has long left and your legs ache from how you sprintied every which way. This is all your fault. Just when you think you’ve reached the end, you hear bright lights shine your way and a voice calls out but when you turn your head Keegan stands before you.
“Found you,” a hand grabs at your ankle and you take the last clothes pin you’ve kept clutched at your side and stab it straight through. They howl and pain and you take this opportunity to dash your way into a different hiding spot. He regains his composure and brushes off the wound like it’s nothing. Following you into the dark before screaming out.
“You can’t hide from me forever, darling. I always know where you are,”
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You were his muse.
Ever since freshman year he knew you were the one. It was love at first sight really, you’ve just been placed in Hon Visual Arts Program, seated right next to each other. How could someone be this beautiful! He would always be scribbling in his little sketch book pictures of you in all of your glory. He’d always try to talk to you but that witch you call your best friend took up all your time. You’d talk every once in awhile but never noticed who he truly was and nothing could ever satisfy the craving he had for your love. So, he took it upon himself to fill up various different pages of you; from enjoying your time around campus to painting upon paintings lining the walls of his basement in more lewd positions. However, his favorite artistic liberty was creating faces. I know it sounds weird but the way he could replicate one’s features down to a T was incredible! From paper mache masks, to clay, to porcelain dolls and to your horror, skin.
“Hey, (Y/N)! I was wondering if you could help me with a project of mine? You're the greatest fashion designer I know and I can’t think of anyone else to do this for me,” aw how sweet! Of course you��d help him.
You two worked like dogs the next couple of days, working so much in sync, his movements felt like your own. You felt so comfortable around him and became so close throughout your sessions. Eventually, after the project was done he asked you to hang out after school, no work involved. Coincidentally, that’s when the same eerie notes popped back into your life. You were shocked. How could this happen? You thought this was all over with and pushed it into the deepest part of your mind. You became so paranoid and Keegan picked up on it lighting fast, wonder why.
“Sh, it’s okay. Look at me, baby, look at me. Shh it’s okay, I’m here. I’ll protect you,” you ignored the baby part, to wrapped up in your own anxiety to actually be paying attention to anything other than your safety. It's ironic now that you think about it; the person you trusted the most is now the person you’re currently pulling a Usian Bolt on.
Oof!
You’re tackled to the ground and before you could react, your hands are tied behind your back and his axe pins your shirt to the wooden stump behind you. He’s out of breath and panting, hands coming down to rest on your waist. He straddles you and you struggle before he knocks you out cold. He sighs hauling your body over his shoulder and dragging his weapon behind him. His large frame somehow goes undetected through all the chaos he’s created.
“Why are you always running from me, Darling?”
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It’s dark and cold and the only thing you can hear is the sound of your own heavy breathing. Fuck! Why is this happening?! What did you ever do that deserves this? The weighted sounds of boots from the floor above grow closer as someone descends down the stairs. Soon, your blindfold is ripped off but the gag in your mouth remains. It’s him. He looks at you sympathetically, like a puppy who knows they’ve done something bad but couldn’t stop itself. Right next to him stands Malika, battered and bruised from your assault. You take in your surroundings, and as she flicks the light on you see it. A shrine filled with you, and I mean that quite literally. From your hair to used panties and explicit photos. Some are from the earliest years of highschool and some are as recent as last week.
However, what really catches your attention is the mural on the old brick wall behind them. A empty mannequin standing front and center waiting to be dressed. There, the faces of all you once knew lie. From Mr. Sicowutz- the teacher that lead you to this death trap- to the freshly scalped features of Gill and his side piece.
“I’ll admit, you really did a number on me. I never would’ve expected that from you,” she says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Stepping closer she winds her hand back and hits you as hard as she can, rendering you even more less concise than you were before. Again, Keegan fits the handle of his weapon at the sight of her touch but does not say anything.
“I loved you, (Y/N). I really did. But after all, you’ve took from me? I could never forgive you. Goodbye,” with that said the axe swings down on her back, slicing straight through the skin and muscles. Oh, you didn’t think this was the end did you? She lays on the ground and does nothing but watch as you're freed from your binds. Keegan rubs the bruise she left on you face and attempts to massage your tender wrists but you brush him off.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really had me questioning myself for a second, Malika. I didn’t know if I could go through with this but, we all need a reality check every once in a while,” She stares wide-eyed before croaking out a small “how?”
“Oh c’mon, you really think I didn’t know? Just like you said, I’m better than you; always two steps ahead. I’m not stupid. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, I really did,” she still looks confused attempting to crawl away but Keegan picks her up and places her on a hook attached to the wall. She looks even more confused so you give her the explanation she rightly deserves.
“It all clicked to me when I realized how much you encouraged me to go to my that last school. How, when I brought up the letters again you acted like you didn’t know what I meant. How you smiled like a Cheshire when Gill rejected me,” Keegan scoffs at the last part but all you do is smile.
“I dug a little deeper and found out the truth. He told me everything. Neither of you are good liars. So like the good puppy he is ,” you say, grabbing his chin bringing him down to rub his head, kissing his cheek lovingly.
“He helped me with a plan. I was the one who dragged you here. Who made you think you had the upper hand, let you carry on with this delusion of yours,” you snatch the axe from his hands before swinging it above your shoulder.
“I loved you, Malika. I really did. But after all, you put me through. I couldn’t ever forgive you. Goodbye,”
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“The anniversary of what is now being called the “ Mayham Massacre” at the annual Freak do Shek carnival is this coming Halloween night. (Y/N) (L/)- Victim and former schoolmate of the killer known as “The Mask Maker” speaks about their experience with the crazed lunatic and how they feel with the reopening of the festival. Here’s Jim Saltovy reporting live”
“Thank you Carla’s. So, M(r/rs/s/x) (L/N) how did you know him?”
“Well it all started in highschool when me and my dear friend Malika were transferred to an art class. I-“
This channel is boring. Hm… is there anything else to watch? Oh I know, some good ol cartoons! As he lays his head in your lap snuggling closer, you finish the last details of your mask for this year. Albeit a little slimey, it’s just how you remembered to be. Somehow managing to make it out of his grip, you stumble down into the basement . Placing the mask in the finnish costume, you smile.
“Perfect,” you say shutting off the lights and making your way back up straits where your crazed lover awaits. She may have always hated being I second but this year she’ll definitely be first.
Hey y’all! I wanted to start off by saying I hope you enjoyed my Halloween special! It took a lot outta me. I did become lazy at the end so… yea. I wrote and edited this part all in 1 day 😭. I also recognize that the dynamic between reader and yandere isn’t touched upon as much besides backstory and that’s on purpose. I was experimenting with a third party character that’s not the main or y/n for future story’s. This was based off the movie Hell Fest, so go check it out if you want to; I think it’s on Netflix still idk.
-Love, Sosa ❤️
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎#yandere! serial killer#✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰
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Hi 18. "he's my best friends brother" with jack Hughes please!
“sometimes you need to shut up”
jack hughes x f!reader
okay ik i say this about literally every story, but i fr do not like this at all?? i feel like it’s very rushed and cheesy so i apologize ugh
wc: 1.7k
your mother and ellen went to high school together. they were always close but never considered themselves best friends, until college. they ended up at the same college, and everything took off from there. you and luke are the same age, and you’ve grown up with the hughes family.
you’ve always thought jack was attractive, but he was basically just the noah flynn to your elle evans. your best friends hot older brother who was totally off limits. he always treats you like a little sister, and you hate it. but either way, the hughes family has become a major part of your life, which is why you’re currently on luke’s couch, holding his hand as the new jersey devils are selecting next.
luke’s hand is squeezing yours so tightly that it’s hurting you a little bit, but you’d never tell him that. jack is sat on the other side of you and from his body language you can tell he’s nervous as well. of course he wants his younger brother to play on the same nhl team as him, and that’s exactly what he got. before you can even realize it, luke’s name is called, and you bolt to your feet. you move out of the way so that quinn and jack can hug like first, but you’re surprised when jack grabs your wrist and pulls you into their hug.
“you’re just as important to luke as we are, get in here y/n/n,” jack says to you, making you smile. after the hug you quickly scurry out of frame so that the boys can do their thing for the camera, and you watch as luke puts on a devils cap atop his curly brown hair. you smile at the sight of him and jack, and soon realize you’re staring at the older boys beaming smile. you immediately dart your eyes away from jack, and see your mother and ellen smirking at you. you roll your eyes at them, knowing that they’ve had a lingering suspicion since your sophomore year of highschool that you have feelings for jack.
you adjust your white dress acting as if you didn’t get caught staring, looking down to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks. after all of the tv media stuff, it’s finally time for personal photos. while the boys are getting their photos taken, you venture over to where the moms are standing. “oh ellen, you’ve raised the best boys. it’s amazing how all three of them are in the nhl, isn’t it?” you say. ellen places her hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.
“you know, you mean so much to them, right? and not just luke, jack too,” ellen teases, making your mouth fall agape slightly.
“oh ellen leave my daughter alone! she’ll admit her feelings eventually,” your own mother joins in.
“he’s my best friends brother! i do not have feelings for him!” you exclaim, trying to prove your point to both them and yourself. despite always pretending you don’t have feelings for him, you know you do.
suddenly an arm rests on top of your head, and you hear a males voice speak up behind you. “have feelings for who?” jack chuckles, as he still has his arm resting on top of your head. a lump forms in your throat and you quickly swallow it.
“no one jack, get outta here! we’re having a girl talk!” ellen tells her middle son.
“well luke told me to come, he wants to take pictures with a little someone over here,” he says, obviously meaning you. for some reason, your heart starts to flutter at his words and the direct attention he’s giving you. this is exactly why you have feelings for him, he treats you like you’re someone of importance to him, and it makes you feel good, maybe even happier.
jim then walks over and starts talking to the mothers about dinner plans, and that’s when jack whispers something in your ear. “me, you, luke, and quinn should steal some of my parents alcohol for later, whatcha think?”
you nod your head in agreement and watch as the moms turn back around to face you both, unaware of what just happened behind them. “well, i guess that’s my cue to go, but we’re not done with this conversation! i still have a point to prove!” you say, pointing a finger between the two mothers, who can’t contain their giggles. you roll your eyes playfully and make your way over to luke.
“y/n about time! and why are you cheeks so pink?” luke chuckles. your eyes go wide, you had no idea you were blushing from your encounter with jack.
“oh uh, just really hot with all these people in the house, y’know?” you say, and he nods. he places his devils hat ontop of your head, making you smile. you guys take plenty of pictures, and you begin to look through them scoping out the instagram worthy ones.
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after all of the draft stuff is done, you guys had a nice dinner, and now you and the boys are sat outside by the fire pit. you told your mom you’d walk home since you only live four doors down, and she trusts you so she said it was alright. despite you guys thinking you snuck the alcohol, both parents are well aware that you guys drink whenever you’re alone. it’s been a tradition every time quinn and jack are home at the same time, but you all still think a secret.
you’re a pretty buzzed since you’re a bit of a lightweight, and start dozing off slightly. the last face you see before you close your eyes fully is jacks, since he’s in the chair across from you. you’re awoken to strong arms carrying you out of the chair you’re sat in, and bringing you inside.
both the alcohol and drowsiness makes you utterly confused, and you mumble something that quickly sobers you up the second it slips out of your lips. “mm jack you’re really strong, and you smell good too,” you say. immediately you realize what you just said and open your eyes fully. luke’s face says it all, and your mouth falls agape.
as soon as luke reaches the top of the stairs he puts you down from his arms, and looks at you with an all serious facial expression. “y/n, what did you-“ “luke im so sorry” you interrupt him, tears forming at the brim of your eyes. you don’t know why you’re crying, but you assume it’s from the alcohol. immediately luke wipes your tears, “no no no why are you crying? i’m not mad, i just have a question i’ve been dreading asking you.”
“what is it?” you ask, sniffling a little bit. your emotions are all over the place due to the current state of your intoxication level.
“do you like jack? i’ve had a feeling you did for the longest time now, but i never wanted to jump to conclusions. i’m not mad i promise, if anything i want you guys together. do you know how awesome it would be if you became my sister?!” luke chuckles, clearly a bit tipsy.
“oh luke, yes. i do like your brother, and i’ve tried so hard to push the feelings away, but they just never go. i’m really sorry,” you plead.
“don’t apologize, i mean i wish you would’ve told me sooner but too late for that now. you should tell him, i see the way he looks at you y/n. i’m serious.”
you almost snort at his last sentence, but you bite back your laughs, “luke what? are you crazy? he doesn’t even live here anymore! it’s such a pointless thing if i tell him.”
“look, i’m his brother and im telling you to do it. i know jack like the back of my hand. y/n there’s a reason he always treats you differently than other girls. you’re important to him, i’m serious.”
“yeah yeah whatever, you’re crazy. anyways i told my mom i’d be home before 1 and it’s already 12:30 so i better get going,” you smile up at him.
“let me walk you home”
“okay, let me get my shoes,” you say as you walk down the stairs. as you’re walking, ellen creeps out of her room, “luke honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water?”
luke turns around to face his mother, and nods his hand, “i’ll be back,” he says. suddenly jack walks in from outside and notices you waiting by the front door, “you heading home?”
“yeah, just waiting for luke to walk me home,” you smile.
“let me walk you home, luke takes forever. i’m sure you’re parents are waiting for you anyways.”
“you sure? i can always wait…”
“yes i insist, cmon,” jack says as he started to unlock his front door.
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the late night humid air hits your skin, and the sound of crickets fills the air. the only thing illuminating you and jack are the street lights and the moon. you’re still a little tipsy, and get a random urge to tell jack your feelings, and so you do.
“jack i need to tell you something,” you blurt out.
“hm? what is it?” he says, turning his head to face you.
“i like you, a lot. i always have, actually. i know you don’t feel the same but i have alcohol in my system and luke told me to tell you so-” you ramble, but get interrupted.
“sometimes you need to shut up y/n,” jack says before leaning in to kiss your lips
#jack hughes#i hate this so much#this was rushed#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes blurb#luke hughes#hockey blurb#hockey imagine
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A LITTLE BIT MORE
★ pairing: aged up!miles1610 x latina!reader
★ warnings: all characters in this story are 18!!! suggestive i think?
★ summary: Miles has been your math tutor for the past few months and you can’t lie, he’s been sort of your lil bestfriend too because you tell him all about your boy problems and everything. It got to a certain point where you were about to let something personal slip.. specifically how you didn’t know how to kiss. Miles may be a lil nerd n a tutor n all but he still gets play, so you asked him to show you how to kiss and it slowly turned into more than that.. a make out session.
★ w/c: 2k
★ a/n: ok so ik i put up a poll for y’all to choose but.. i rly wanted to write abt 1610 miles esp for this one shot 😣 sry yall i got yall w the next one shot tho trust🙏
“Miles, please don’t make me do this problem on my own.. you know how I am with fractions.”
You groaned at just the sight of the problem and leaned back on your arms.
For context, you were currently in Miles’ room with three different text books sprawled out open on the floor. He’s been your math tutor for the past four months because you failed your last two math classes and couldn’t afford to fail one more because that would cause you to fail the grade. Today, you were both going over things that were going to be in your test at the end of the marking period.
You’ve been studying non-stop all week and grew tired of it (even though all you mostly did was get off topic and have endless conversations with Miles.)
“Y/n, c‘mon you can’t do this every time i’m tutoring you. Just try.” Miles smiled at your reaction to the math problems in the book.
“Can we please just take a small break?”
“..Y/n our last break was 5 minutes ago.”
“Exactly my point!! It’s been too long.”
He chuckled at you and had no choice but to give in. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the silly conversations you both had. You both saw each other as.. you wouldn’t say therapists but more of a.. comfort friend? Just someone you could talk to freely basically. At this point you were practically each others best friend, you just hadn’t noticed it yet.
Miles always enjoyed your company, no matter what you both were doing as long as it was together. You rarely ever hung out together if it wasn’t involved with tutoring, but that wasn’t a bad thing. You would almost get tutored everyday because math just really wasn’t something you were good at..
“Soo.. what’s with you and that guy what was his name.. Ethan?”
“It’s Evan, and we fell out. I found him talking to two of my friends at the same time and I wasn't gonna stay around to see that unfold. I told them of course, just didn’t wanna be there to witness the outcome.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Miles knew your situation with guys very very well. He knew almost all of the guys you messed around with, well.. weren’t the best. If he was honest, they sucked ass. They all seemed to go after you for one thing, your body. Miles always hated the idea of you talking to another guy, not in a weird or possessive way of course, he was just over protective of you. He always remembers the nights you would text him asking him if he was free just to cry in his arms.
Sometimes you would come in all moody to your study sessions too and for you that was off, because when you opened your mouth it never seemed to shut.
He palmed his face and sighed in disappointment of yet another shitty guy you messed with.
“I told you he seemed off. He was wayy too friendly for a guy that ‘only wanted to be with you’ I never trusted him and i’m proud to say i didn’t.” Miles quoted with his fingers.
You smiled and looked down at the floor deep in thought, “Yeah well, he was ugly anyways. Personality wise too, he never really made me laugh. When I did laugh around him I would laugh at him, not with him. Y’know?”
“Yeah, I would notice. Your laughs never seemed genuine around him.” He shrugged.
You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s ‘genuine’ to you?”
Miles leaned in and placed his palms on his knees looking up at the ceiling thinking of what to say.
“Like.. it’s hard to explain. Around me, your laughs just have a higher pitch and you lose your breath much quicker and you make random sounds while laughing which is what gets me to laugh. Then, around him your laughs were like so motone and you didn’t really hold onto your stomach as if it hurt from laughing so much, you get me?”
You stared at him in disbelief from how much he went into detail, you never thought of how much he really paid attention to you. Your face was a little bright red, you were flustered because you just felt so.. special? The feeling was unknown.
“Wow.. that’s—that’s a lot. I get what you mean though, his jokes were never as funny as yours were. You don’t even have to try to make me laugh.” You smiled.
He smiled back and made a proud expression, you knew what was coming next. Miles always made this face when he was about to brag about something.
“Thank you, I get that a lot from girls. I always make sure to keep them entertained and never treat them like shit. I don’t understand how you manage to find guys like that, I would never do what they do. Pretty sure my ma would kill me.” He chuckled at the last sentence.
You rolled your eyes at the bragging, you knew Miles had game and had many many girls falling for him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? Look at him, he has a great personality, he's caring, a momma's boy which, by the way, is totally adorable and he’s just so sweet and genuine. His smile was contagious and he was attractive too of course..
You snapped back to reality, your mind wandering off somewhere else.
“Bet you got lots of bitches huh.” You choke out a laugh trying to ignore the thoughts lingering at the back of your head.
“Nah, it may seem that way but I honestly got my eye set on one girl. I’m not bout that ‘playa’ shit y’know? Gotta keep it real and let ‘em know that cause leading people on ain’t what i’m about.”
You looked at him intensely, really wondering who this girl was. Although you felt the urge to beg him to tell you because you knew how stubborn he was, you didn’t. You were scared you weren’t gonna like his answer so you brushed the feeling aside.
You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself (barely) you had feelings for Miles, you weren’t aware of it until about a month ago when you went on countless dates. On every single one, Miles was in your head and you couldn’t seem to focus on the person in front of you.
“That’s surprising, if you’re not a player like you say you aren’t how do you treat your girls?” You quickly switched the topic and switched the rolls.
“Well, ion be messin’ around with other girls or on that friendly shit y’know? Every chance I get ima flaunt my girl like she’s the lottery.” He smiled proudly.
You scoffed in jealousy. “Wow, I wish there were more guys like you shit ONE like you at least.”
Miles blushed a bit at the way you said you wanted someone like him. He quickly recovered and perked a brow, scoffing with a proud expression.
“Yeah well, I'm one of one. Can’t find anyone like me.”
“I just can’t believe it, I haven’t even been with one guy who’s good enough to show me how to-“
You quickly saved yourself from the embarrassment and threw your hands over your mouth. Miles took notice of this and he raised a brow at you and moved slightly closer.
“Show you how to what?” He asked, smirking only slightly.
Heat rose to your cheeks, you covered your face and grumbled from already feeling embarrassed even though you hadn’t even told him yet. You hid yourself in your knees not wanting to face him.
“C’mon I promise I won't laugh!” He begged.
“Yes you will! I know you!”
“I swear on my pet hamster's life I won't.” He spoke seriously.
You looked up a bit, sighing and agreeing to say what was on your mind, you had always been ashamed of it because you never really kissed just anyone. You wanted it to be special, of course you’ve kissed a few but your old self thought they were special when they weren’t.
“F-Fine. I—I..don’t know how to kiss.” You whispered the last part lowly, too embarrassed to say it outloud.
“A lil louder than that Y/n, it’s just you and me here c’mon.” He sweetly smiled at you placing a hand on your back.
“I don’t know how to kiss.” You said bluntly, looking straight to avoid his striking gaze.
All that could be heard were stifled chuckles and you turned to stare at the culprit, Miles was cupping his mouth with both hands trying not to burst out laughing straight in your face. You smacked the back of his head and scolded him for swearing.
“Miles! You swore on your hamster's life!”
Laughter erupted from him and could be heard loudly throughout the room. Soon he calmed down and collected enough breath to speak.
“He died like a week ago, it's fine.”
“What?! And you didn’t tell me?? Tu si eres malo.”
“Whatever, back on topic. You don’t know how to kiss? How? You’re like, genuinely one of the prettiest girls I know.”
You blushed at both the comment and from embarrassment. You were 18 almost 19 and didn’t even know how to properly have a make out session, not that it was your fault. All the guys you messed with genuinely sucked, and your lips were far too precious for you to just place them on anyone.
“Hey! No es culpa mía, i bet you’re not even good at kissing either.” I huffed angrily.
“Actually, I'm quite known for being a great kisser para tu información.” He admitted proudly.
Then, an idea spiked up in your head. He was your best friend.. you think? Might as well take this perfect opportunity to ask him for a favor, a huge one. This had you nervous though, because it could go two ways. He would say yes and show you and you both would continue to live your lives as if nothing happened, as normal friends right? Or.. you would be embarrassed for the rest of it if he said no. How would you recover from that? Whatever.. might as well do it now and pray nothing bad happened.
“Miles?” You finally spoke, with a serious tone hiding behind your words.
“Yes?”
“Could you.. um—do me a favor?” You spoke shyly, a wave of nervousness was coming at you and strong.
“Depends. What is it?” He spoke more lowly now with curiosity, he subconsciously moved closer to you to hear you clearly. In case you’d decided to whisper again since that was a habit.
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to become. This determined whether or not you would ever talk to him or see him the same, you seriously thought you wouldn’t be able to recover from this.
“Could you..maybe.. teach me?” You looked down at the floor again, biting the inner corner of the inside of your cheek. You were slightly sweating from how nervous you were.
A few seconds of silence passed before you looked up nervously. Many thoughts racing in your mind right now;
‘What if he was making fun of me in his head right now?’
‘What if he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore?’
‘What if he thought I was weird?’
‘What if he hates me now?’
Your thoughts were quickly put to a pause when he spoke up, you thought you were dreaming when you heard the words escape his mouth.
“Sure, I’ll teach you. But are you sure like, completely sure you wanna do this? I’m kinda rough with it, and i don’t know if you’d like it.” He spoke softly when looking at you.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting your eyes and nodding. You smiled sweetly at him, your heart speeding up with a hint of excitement. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing Miles at least once.
“Yes, I'm sure.” You stared at his eyes then his lips wide eyed, your eyes glistening with anticipation. Your lips were slightly parted as you oh so wanted to lean in and just kiss his pretty lips already, but you waited for him to instruct you on what to do.
He moved closer to you and sat in front of you staring at you with slightly hooded eyes. He smirked as he spoke and that’s all you seemed to notice.
“Alright, first you needa part your lips slightly which i see you’re already doing. Then, you just tilt your head to whichever side you prefer and lean in. Close your eyes obviously, then just follow my lead. Simple, you got it?”
You nodded once again, and blushed lightly as he leaned in closer. His hand made his way up and he gently placed it on the side of your neck and tilted his own head shutting his eyes to kiss you.
“Alright, here we go..” He whispered.
With that, he kissed you gently. His soft lips locked with yours, surprisingly you seemed to follow along quickly and placed one of your hands on his toned chest. Your breaths seemed to quicken with every second that passed and he started to lean in more, this time you were slightly pushed back. You held onto the front of his shirt pulling him down with you. Your forearms supporting your upper weight as you laid back on the floor.
Miles now completely on top of you deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you complied to. He placed his hand back on your neck, his fingers resting on the bottom part of your lower head pushing you against him more. You let a low moan slip past you and you opened your eyes wide, with shock but quickly closed them back up once you heard the sounds he made.
The ‘agressiveness’ he mentioned now showing as low growls escaped his lips when getting a few seconds to breathe between kisses. His tongue fighting with yours for dominance which he quickly claimed.
He broke the kiss, a string of saliva showcasing how intense the kiss was. He smirked against your lips and you both breathed heavily against each other, chests heaving up and down rapidly. He caressed the sides of your waist slipping one hand under the hem of your shirt and leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.
“I think I'm gonna have to teach you a little bit more than just kissing, ma.” He smirked.
★ translations: tu si eres malo - you’re so mean || no es culpa mía - it’s not my fault || para tu información - for your information ||
TAGS:
#across the spiderverse#atsv#miles morales#spider man#spiderman#miles morales x reader#miles morales x y/n#miles x you#miles morales x you#miles x y/n#miles x reader#across the spider verse spoilers#spiderman atsv#spider man into the spider verse#into the spider verse#spider man: across the spider verse#STAR★WRITES
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Maniacal laughter I'm requesting Tim specifically but feel free to do others too but like
Tim with a s/o who's a volleyball player? Have you seen there l e g s??? 👀 (Could be sfw or NSFW MWUEHEH) (Same w gender could be afab or Gn)
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HIII FISHYY U GOT IT >B) IK THESE AREN'T THE NASTIEST LOLZ, LMK IF I SHOULD FIX ANYTHING !! I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO, AND I SAW U WANTED EVAN IN HERE TOO DWDW
[NSFT] ☠️🚬 Evan Myers / Tim Wright x volleyball player!reader nsft headcanons!
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Tim :
RAAAHHHHH I LOVE THIS MAN IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED FISHY
he may not be the most vocal about his adoration with how strong you are, but he staaarreesss at you
he doesn't care too much on if you catch him or not unless it bothers you
but otherwise he'll check you out mid conversation with a low hum of agreement to whatever you're saying, his face unchanging but he crosses his arms and leans back the slightest bit. you'd think it was just him changing standing positions if you weren't watching his eyes travel over your legs
PLEASE LET HIM MARK YOU UP
those uniforms are revealing and he is a possessive guy, wants everyone to know they don't have a chance
he'll fuck you with both your legs over his shoulders so he can feel you eagerly pulling him in, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he scatters hickies along your collarbone and neck
Evan :
YOOOOOOOOO
nsfw stuff aside rq i think he would find the AGGRESSION y'all have in game to be cool
ngl i see Evan as a switch, and if he gets to watch you play (please let him watch he'll support you full send) y'all are BARELY making it home
seeing you so focused and how strong you are gets him GOING
as soon as you guys get inside he's grabbing at you and whining through kisses
type of guy to give head so he can feel your legs squeeze around him
when you guys are taking things slower, though, he loves to appreciate your body properly
he loves you, he loves how you look, and he wants you to know that
even if it is while he's been teasing you through a makeout session and he can't stop feeling up your thighs, muttering a quiet "so, so pretty hun" into your neck
all in all he's a very supportive boyfriend about it 😸
#🐟#tim wright#tim wright x reader#tim wright smut#marble hornets x reader#marble hornets smut#evan myers#evan myers x reader#evan myers smut#everymanhybrid x reader#everymanhybrid smut#rabbit writings
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Masterlist
Fav fic of all time!
Celestia's bday gift to me :D
Code:
🔞 = porn w/o plot
🔞 + 💟 = porn w/ plot
💟 + anything = just plot; sfw
💘 = character x character
❤ = x reader
💞 = fluff
🖤 = angst
🖤+💞 = hurt/comfort
❣ + anything = request
🌹 + anything = rant, ramble, drabble, shes obsessing again
happy reading darlings!
masterlist ❤🥀
VTubers
Alban Knox Whimpering 🔞🌹
Psyborg Being Psyborg 🔞💟❣💘
Hex Haywire: Breeding Kink! 🔞🌹❤
Grinding Up On Shu Yamino 🔞❤
Uki Violeta x Shxtou Basically 🔞💟❣💘
Krisis having fun on the minecraft bed 🔞🌹❣
Predator Ike Devouring You Whole 🔞💟❤
Dom! Pomu Rainpuff Headcanons!🔞❤❣🌹
Brat Tamer Luca🔞❤❣🌹
Ike/Vox × Uki/Fulgar Smashing in the living room🔞❣💘💟
Fulgar Ovid Hate Sex🔞❣❤
Submissive ahh Kyo Kaneko🔞❤❣🌹
The Confident Student Council President🔞💟❤
Subby Vox Akuma🔞❤🌹❣
Relaxing Hex Haywire🔞❤❣🌹
Dommy Scarle Yonaguni🔞❤🌹❣
Sub Yu Q. Wilson & Claude Clawmark🔞🌹❤
Yu Q. Wilson Edging Ya🔞❤❣
Puppy reader x Vox Akuma 🔞❤🌹
Oliver Evans Railing You 🔞❤🌹❣
Claude & Shu Cockwarming🔞❤🌹❣
Soft Nsfw Doppio Dropscythe x reader 🔞❤🌹❣💞
Hex Haywire Going Down on You🔞❤🌹❣
Pussy drunk Doppio Dropscythe🔞❤🌹❣
Academic Rivals W/ Ver Vermillion🔞❤🌹❣
Stressed Out! Reader x Shu Yamino🔞❤❣🌹
Hex Haywire x reader x Meloco Kyoran🔞❤❣
Misc.
Angst Drabble🖤🌹💟
Dating chaotic headcanons 💟🌹💞❤
Genshin Impact
Nothing here yet....
#nijisanji smut#hex haywire#hex haywire x reader#thirsts.hexhaywire#elira pendora#selen tatsuki#millie parfait#nijisanji x reader#fulgur ovid#Nijisanji en#Nijien#shu yamino#luca kaneshiro#ike eveland#vox akuma#Smut#mysta rias#Luxiem#Noctyx#uki violeta#alban knox#yugo asuma#K9kuro#favorite vtuber#vtuber#Vshojo#Indie vtuber#Riikami#Phoenixx#Andyssj
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Belong To Us
A/N: So I wrote this a while back but never posted it with the combination of JDM characters, Ray Lasalle and Ike Evans. Along with the fact this has bisexual men and it’s a threesome piece. But please enjoy this
Warnings: M/M/F threesome, bisexual men, smut, teasing, daddy kink
The daytime was full of busy bodies and responsibilities. The sun was bright in rhe sky and beaming down with the heat. Very dull and repetitive but at night was when the fun really happened. You awaited the touch of both your Daddies, Ray and Ike. The men whom formed a polyamorous relationship with you. At first the thought was strange but having those two all over you and each other made you enjoy it immensely. With them being busy throughout their days, you were left alone at either Ike’s or Ray’s. Tonight it was Ray’s penthouse.
You smiled at your phone and slipped on the leopard print robe Ray gifted you. Not to mention the emerald colored lingerie set that Ike picked out. You sat in the king sized bed as the sound of the door opening made your ears perk up.
“Y/N? You here Babygirl?” Ike was here first and you rushed out to hug him. Your arms went into his suit jacket and felt the warmth of his body. He was quick to plant a kiss on top of your head.
“Someone’s happy to see me.” Ike teased and brought you to kiss his lips.
“You look beautiful in this, I wonder what’s hiding underneath this.” His fingers teased the tied bow and you pulled away before he could undo it.
“Nope. Let’s be fair and wait for Ray. Remember how mad he was last we didn’t wait?”
Ike shook his head and went into the bathroom to undress. You followed behind him and brung the robe that matched your own. Ray decided to get a matching set for each person, cute. As Ike stripped away his clothes you heard the door again.
“Fuck, today was hetic. I really need my lovers to get me out of this funk.” You both giggle and Ike brought the robe over his shoulders. You see Ray tossed off his jacket on the kitchen counter.
“There’s lover number one. Now where is number two little lady?”
He commented as a hand put on your waist to pull you into his body. Ike was going to leave the bedroom but saw Ray leading you back in.
“Why am I number two mister? Am I just a piece of meat?”
“C’mon now, you know I love you both the same.” Ray kissed Ike and leaned to kiss you too. Your fingers began unbuttoning his white dress shirt and he smirked down at you. His hands stopped your own and you pouted.
“Ike, baby. I recall our girl was texting me about having us on her mind all day.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. Y/N, why don’t you show us how much you want us.”
“Go on, be our good girl.”
Ike winked and you knew exactly what to do. You undid your robe and allowed to fall to your feet. Their eyes were predatory as they focused on your body moving on the bed. The lingerie that was on your body went well enough to compliment your skin and how the lace lined your curves. It had Ray rushing his motions to get off his clothes. You display yourself by standing your weight on your knees. Ray approached the edge of the bed and you get closer by wrapping your arms on his neck. His lips were already on yours and he groaned with how Ike was reaching to caress his crotch. You gently moved his shirt off his shoulders and touched over his tattooed body.
“You need Daddy’s help with this?” Ike purred into Ray’s ear. His fingers undoing the confines of his pants and running his palm down his shaft.
“Fuck.” Ray mumbled against your lips and you started kissing his neck. He groaned as you were both pampering his body. You felt his hands on your hips and urging you to lay down. His body laid over you and your hands touched his skin. He gave a firm tug on your thighs so your legs wrapped onto his waist. As you both got distracted by one another Ike had his hands on Ray’s ass.
“I’m feeling a little neglected back here.”
“Should’ve acted faster.” Ike reached forward and tugged Ray’s hair causing him growl.
“You two play nice.”
You beckoned as you pull Ray back into a kiss. Ike took control by pulling down Ray’s pants and underwear in one pull. His fingers touching his bare bum and giving a nice smack. He let out a whimper and leaned up from growing impatient. You giggled as he was trying to get off your panties. They were tossed on the ground and you took it further by taking off the bra. Ray couldn’t help himself when him wanting a taste of your body. You moan as his lips were all over your chest. Your hips koved up to try and feel his cock. He moaned against your skin along with feeling Ike leaning down to kiss his back.
Ike’s hands rested on his hips and let his tongue run along the back of his neck.
“I think we should really get this started.” Ike said while leaning up and reached into the nightstand for some lubricant. Ray felt him nudge his legs apart while you were guiding Ray’s cock to your entrance. He groaned when feeling your sweet juices on his tip. Ray took back control by pinning your wrists above your head and thrusting into you.
“Fuck! I really needed this.” He bit his lip and felt Ike’s lubed cock teasing him ass. He whimpered at his touch while the grip of Ike’s fingers on his hip. You held on his torso and moaned as he stroked into you. The sight of him enjoying Ike’s attention was so hot. Ike finally pushed into Ray and suddenly he had to stop. Ray’s fingers squeezed your skin and the other hand gripped the comforter.
“Shit! Fuck!” Ray cursed and Ike leaned over while pulling his hair. Ike bit his earlobe and whispered into his whisper.
“Quit tensing up baby. It won’t feel as good, try and relax.”
Your hands held Ray’s face and caressed his beard. He let out a shaky breath and continued by slowly thrust into you.
“Good boy.” Ike praised while speeding up his hip movements. It encouraged Ray to go faster inside you, you felt your body arch up into his thrusts that made him go crazy.
“Ray! Just like that, it feels so good.”
You cry out and tighten the grip of your thighs on his waist. His eyes squeezed shut while Ike held a hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip to pull him back into his hips. Ike licked his lips watching you experience Ray and feeling him on his dick was making him grow closer to his release. Ray couldn’t help the way his movements grew sloppy along with Ike going harder inside him. You were already coming once Ray groaned out your name and how his cock was buried inside you. You quivered at the feeling of his cum was loading into you.
But Ike wasn’t done as he was still thrusting in Ray and he whimpered. You helped Ray by guiding him out of your pussy but he had an idea. You pushed further on the bed and Ray put your legs on his shoulders. You whined as he started to lick your opening. His moans vibrated against that made your thighs squeeze his head.
Ike moaned loudly as he got closer and gave Ray a few smacks on his ass. It made him pull away from you to wince and you sat up to pull him into sloppy kiss. Ray rested his head in the crook of your neck and held your body as he came around Ike.
“Fuck, baby!” Ike rasped out as he pulled out of Ray to release onto his lower back. The heavy sound of your breathing filled the room and you watched Ike step away to light a cigarette. Ray was still on top of you and nuzzling his head into your neck.
“I needed that shit. You both felt amazing.” Ray said with a smirk and stood from your body. You sat up and watched your men indulge in simple pleasure of a smoke and some liquor. While you slid underneath the covers of the bed and patiently waited for them to join. Ray went on one side to spoon you while Ike went on the other to pull you into his arms.
For a few minutes it was nice and cuddly until Ray was sucking on your skin. Ike pulled you to slowly makeout with him. Both of them groping at your body and you had you pull away from them.
“We just finished. Haven’t you had enough?”
“You know we can’t get enough.” They both reply and kept going, this was going to be a long night.
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gotta have you, all of you.
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summary | when you finally give chris permission to take you in any way he wants, you’re in for a new world of experiences, along with a new mandatory title for your lover.
pairing | boyfriend!chris evans x reader
warnings | smut :’-): goes from 0 to 100 real quick!! (unprotected oops) s!ex, dominant chris, kinda innocent reader? not really but kinda?, daddy kink *shrugs* what’s new, fingering, anal fingering, degradation/mocking, praise!, forced/multiple orgasms, squirTing, overstim (begging to stop!!/crying but in a still-consenting way?? maybe?? idek), fluffy ending <3 cute silly and very in love
word count | 2,123
requested by @disappointmentofthefam and @indefiniteimagines | [screenshots of requests lost]
an | hi friends thank you for these requests! i am doubling up on a few since my inbox is super full and some just fit well together, hope that’s alright with you! ik i already used the “how many orgasms” prompt with ransom but i honestly have no problems using it again with chris lol. hope you sweet friends enjoy!! <3
“Mornin’, beautiful,” Chris murmurs as he walks through the open door of your shared master bathroom, his hair ruffled slightly from just getting out of bed. Wearing nothing but his boxers and a white t-shirt, his soft, domestic appearance gives you butterflies in your stomach as you can feel yourself beginning to blush.
“Mornin’,” you whisper back, spitting out the minty green toothpaste from your mouth before rinsing off your brush. Grabbing his own, Chris comes up beside you, planting a kiss on your forehead as he reaches for the toothpaste.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice still a little gravely from his slumber.
“Good,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s study waist as he begins scrubbing at his teeth. Through his briefs, you can’t help but notice the large bulge of his morning wood protruding from beneath the blue fabric, and your mouth practically begins to water. As subtly as you can, you trail the fingers of one of your hands down, brushing carefully over his huge length. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he spits out his toothpaste and puts away his brush, his other hand coming down and grabbing at the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.
“You want something, baby?” he asks, a dangerous look in his eyes. Looking you up and down, his cock throbs against your hand, the sight of you in just your tank top and undies driving him wild. “God, you’re so beautiful. The things I wanna do to you…”
“Then do them,” you say simply, your eyes full of innocence as he chuckles again, looking down at you and shaking his head.
“Look at you, such a sweet little face,” he coos, his hand coming around to cup your cheek. Rubbing his thumb gently across your skin, he tightens his grip slightly on your jaw, causing your eyes to widen. “You’re not ready for the things I have in mind, sweetheart. Maybe someday, when you’re older.” You roll your eyes at his joke, a faint pout forming on your lips.
Chris has been sending you subtle messages since the beginning of time that he’d like to take things further in the bedroom, though he’s always held off out of fear of breaking you. The two of you’ve had sex, and it’s been wonderful, but deep down inside you’ve always known that he leaves wanting more. At first, the thought of this frightened you, but as time’s gone on, you’ve warmed up to the idea of letting him take more control. And for whatever reason, this morning just seems like the perfect time as the two of you stand in your pj’s, embracing on the cold bathroom floor.
“I want it now,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. Chris raises an eyebrow at you, not used to you asserting what you want, especially not when it comes to something like this.
“You sure about that, pretty girl?” he asks, his thumb trailing to the corner of your mouth as he looks at you with insatiable hunger in his eyes. “Because I want all of you. Every inch of you, every last bit of you, I want to devour it; I want it all to be mine.”
“Then take it,” you say. And before you can even blink, he does, snatching you up by your waist and slamming your back down against the cold marble countertop. A whimper rises in your throat at the sudden shift of power, and as you look up at Chris, you see something wild go off in his eyes, his pupils as wide as saucers as he rips your top from your trembling form, exposing your breasts to the cold air.
“God, so fucking beautiful,” Chris groans as he draws a hand over your bare chest, his fingers pinching at one of your swollen nipples harshly. A weak cry escapes your lips as he brings his other hand up, kneading your tender flesh roughly as warmth spreads throughout your tummy. “Gonna show you just how bad I’ve been wanting you, sweetheart,” he almost grunts as his clothed member comes up and presses between your legs, your panties already soaked with your arousal. “Can’t wait any longer, sweet girl. Gotta have you, all of you,” his voice flutters as one of his hands trails down your stomach, beginning to stroke over the slick fabric between your legs. “Look at you, makin’ such a mess.” You jump as he smacks down lightly over your pussy, not used to the rougher contact. “Such a squirmy little thing,” he coos, and as filthy as his words are, you’re loving every syllable. “Gonna be a fuckin’ mess by the time I’m through with you.”
Chris’s strong hands grab the sides of your lace panties, sliding them off your legs fluidly before grabbing at your thighs, prying them apart and positioning his broad form between them. Leaning down slightly, he licks his lips as his hungry gaze falls over your slick folds. “So wet for me, sweetheart,” he hums, his thumb dipping into your pool of excitement. Your hands come up to cover your face in shame, but as soon as the slippery pad of his finger slides up over your sensitive bundle of nerves, you jolt up, only to be met by his other hand pressing down on your belly firmly to prevent you from moving. “Uh-uh,” he tuts, “hold still.” At an agonizingly slow pace, he circles his thumb over your throbbing clit, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. “Poor thing, so sensitive,” he mocks, the hand on your belly sliding down and positioning itself at your entrance. “How many times d’you think I can make you cum just from my hands, pretty girl? Hmm?” he inquires, startling you by ramming a finger into your aching sex without warning.
You cry out in pain and pleasure, your head falling back as Chris works his magic with his fingers. His thumb stroking your clit just right, working your slippery mess into the burning underside of the tip of the nub, the way he knows you like it best. His finger inside of you curls up to brush against your sweet spot, and before you know it, you’re on the edge of your first climax. “Chris, please-!” you pant, desperate for release.
“‘Please’ what?” he spits, wanting to make you work for it.
“Please, gonna- please!” you cry.
“You gonna cum for me, dollface? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good little slut?”
“Yes! Please, yes!” you sob, tears building in your eyes as your stomach tightens from his demoralizing words.
“‘Yes’ what, sweetheart?” he tests.
Your voice catches as you realize what he wants, and you’re more than eager to give him all of it and more as you cry out, “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good,” he grunts, slamming into you harder than ever before. “Now cum for me.” A strained scream leaves your throat as you tighten around his finger, your whole body snapping violently as heat spreads across you like wildfire. “That’s it, there we go,” he praises, loving the sight of you completely falling apart underneath him. “Goood girl,” he soothes as your orgasm finally ceases, his thumb slowing to a stop over your exposed nub. “So good for me,” he sighs, pumping his drenched finger in a few times before stretching to add a second.
“N-no, wait,” you mumble, head still foggy from your overwhelming climax.
“Shhhh,” he shushes, the filthy sounds of his fingers pumping through your juices filling the room. “Let Daddy take care of you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna show you everything you’ve been missing.” Gradually, the pace of his thrusts picks up once more, his thumb eventually resuming its assault on your swollen clit. A second wave of pleasure bubbles up inside you before you know it, and Chris can’t keep from grinning as you squirt messily with a shameful cry, completely drenching his hands. “Fuck, look at that, babydoll,” he marvels, a few more spurts of your orgasm dripping onto him as he rubs your clit and g-spot lovingly. “Squirtin’ so hard for Daddy, fuck. Just like that.”
As you wind down from your excruciating high, Chris pulls his hands away from you, sucking your sweet arousal off his fingers like a starved man. Once he’s finished, he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off over his hand, ripping his boxers off immediately after as if he can’t wait another moment to get inside of you and take what’s rightfully his. Sprawled out on your back, you mumble lightly, your words incoherent as you struggle to calm your body down. Pumping his length a few times in his hands, Chris lets his gaze fall back over you once more, the sight of you babbling off as you lie innocently in your own state of bliss making his heart pound heavily in his chest with want. Need.
“C’mere, pretty girl,” he coos as he gently helps you down from the counter, turning you and pressing your tummy down onto the surface that’s still warm from your presence. Leaning your head into your folded arms, you sigh blissfully, moaning softly in delight as Chris’s firm hands spread you apart, the tip of his cock dipping into your wetness. “You ready for me, babydoll?” he asks. You nod groggily, letting out a muffled sob as he forces himself into your aching heat. “Fuck. Takin’ me so well,” he praises as stretches you out, one of his hands coming up under you and finding your clit, the poor nub practically rubbed raw at this point. Hissing into your arm, tears sting at your eyes as Chris speeds up his thrusts, the overwhelming sense of him filling you up making you weak at the knees. “I want more, sweetheart. Want you to cum again, think you can do that for Daddy?” You nod, but it’s not enough to please him. “Use your words, little girl. You gonna cum for me?”
“Y-yes Daddy,” you whimper, blood rushing out from your core rapidly as your third orgasm rips through you like a knife. At the unfamiliar burning sensation settling through your entire pussy, you begin to cry pathetically as Chris continues to fuck you, his thrusts only increasing as he watches you sob.
“N-no more, no more,” you beg, not sure if you can take another minute of the harsh stimulation.
“Oh, I think we can get one more, sweetheart. Just one more,” he croons, spitting on his fingers and trailing them down to your puckered ass. You cry out in humiliation as he circles the rim of your virgin hole, murmuring, “Now be a good girl and take Daddy’s fingers, darlin’. Gonna fill up both your dirty little holes.” And before you can cry out or do anything to stop him, he rams two slick fingers up your tight opening, an indescribable fullness sinking into your bones as yet another orgasm is forced out of your quaking body. “Fuck. Just like that,” Chris grunts, his breathing becoming uneven as he reaches his own climax. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with cum, gonna make you mine. Fuck. Fuck, y/n. Fuck,” he curses, releasing his warm load into your aching core.
The next thing you know, Chris has pulled his cock and fingers out of you, your muffled cries filling the bathroom as he strokes down your hair, shushing you, “Shhh, y/n. It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m right here.” Helping you up from your slumped over position, he tries to help you stand, but soon realizes that you’re simply too exhausted to stand after such an intense experience. “Okay, bubba. Here. I gotcha,” he coos, gathering you in his arms and carrying you swiftly out of the bathroom, hurrying you over to your bed where he lays you down on your back, immediately dropping to his knees at your side. Your teary eyes rise up to meet his, your bottom lip wobbling in embarrassment as he looks you over, the genuine concern on his face melting your heart. “Are you okay, sweetheart? What’re all these tears for, are you hurt?”
“No, n-no, I’m fine,” you assure him, giggling softly through your tears as a look of relief settles on his face. “Just… tuckered out.”
“I bet,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear as he looks at you lovingly. “You did so well, pretty girl. Were such a good girl for me.”
“’Daddy,’ huh?” you tease, causing his cheeks to turn bright red.
“Watch it, cheeky,” he jokes, poking gently at your belly. “Don’t want a punishment already, do you?”
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got butterflies in my stomach
#i would sell my soul to be there#the hair is so on point#and the suit#i think i just love him#ik i say this every post but whatever#evan peters smut#evan peters imagine#evan peters x reader#ahs fandom#sarah paulson#james patrick march#evan peters#tate langdon#kai anderson#kit walker#ahs#ahs smut#ahs fic#ahs fanfic#ahs coven#ahs cult#ahs murder house#ahs hotel#ahs 11#evan peters fanfic
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okay so for evan x epileptic reader: they are married and she is bobby’s daughter and she has a service dog. sorry for keep sending in so many requests where the reader is bobby’s daughter but i just love when they are all just one big family and you write it so amazingly ❤️❤️
anyway it’s the middle of the night and the dog starts barking which immediately wakes evan up and at first he’s a bit confused because he was just sound asleep then he realizes that the reader is starting to shake. the seizure lasts to the point of calling 911 and evan is terrified because it’s been years since he’s had to do this. the seizure stops maybe a minute after the call but then right before paramedics get there she goes into a another and basically she just has long on and off seizures throughout the whole ambulance ride that they end up giving her a sedative to put her to sleep for a whole and si she doesn’t have to go through anymore. by now it’s like 4 am or something and evan has to call bobby not only to call off of work but to tell him that his daughter is in the hospital
then the doctor comes in to tell them why this was happening and that they are basically waking her up. when reader does finally wake up she’s super confused because the last thing she remembers was falling asleep. then just super fluffy at the end
sorry for such a long request but once start writing it down i just can’t stop lol. anyway hope you can write this but u totally understand if you can’t because ik you probably have a lot to write. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hi,
Ahhhh thank you for sending this in I’m a sucker for writing angst and especially the epileptic ones like this.
I really hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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