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onsunnyside · 1 year

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🚨🚨🚨sneak peak of captains legacy i repeat sneak peek of captains legacy

here it is besties !! [here’s the other snippet I posted a while ago] — the end of the mean game of truth or dare:

Steve turns, “truth or dare, baby?”

You refuse to meet his gaze, “truth.”

“That’s all you’ve been picking when it’s your turn.”

“Because I have a choice.” You snap back.

Steve’s jaw ticks, the other alphas watching with cocky amusement. “Fine then, you don’t get to choose anymore. You only get whatever we give you.”

“That isn’t how you play—” You’re cut off by a yelp when your thigh is roughly squeezed, hard enough to leave a nasty bruise. “Ow, Steve!” You try to push him away, but he only switches his hold to your neck, fingers digging into either side of your throat.

“Watch that fucking attitude.” He spits, dark blues narrowed, “unless you want to get paddled again, this time in front of the guys?”

Your lips snap shut, tears welling in your eyes and just barely spilling over. The ache in your thigh bleeds through your body, filling you with deep dread and fear. He could hurt you right now, leave you battered and weeping, and his friends would only watch and laugh at your pain. You were trapped, locked down in a stupid house you didn’t want to be in, outnumbered by monsters who have taken over every inch of your life.

You didn’t deserve this, no one deserved this.

A single tear slips down your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. Steve’s eyes follow it, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “I dare you to take off your pants.” Your choked protests die in your throat when he tightens his grip, “or, suck me off right now.”

Your silence speaks for itself and he turns you to face the guys, their faces clouded with heat or twisted curiosity. They’re smug as hell, soaking in your humiliation like they’re starved for it.

“Slowly, legacy.”

Wiping your nose, you squeeze your eyes shut and steadily pull down your shorts. The fabric drags along your skin, leaving an awful burn that only erupts into shame. You feel so small, so insignificant, reduced to nothing but sick entertainment.

You hesitate when it reaches your trembling knees, you weren’t wearing anything underneath and Steve knew that.

“You won’t need it.” He said as he laid out your clothes, clothes as in his hoodie and nothing else.

The snap of fingers makes you jump and swallow a cry, the nightmarish thoughts flooding your head. Just for a moment, your eyes flicker open and meet theirs. Across the cluttered coffee table and seated on the various couches and chairs, they watch you. Unblinking, unwavering, unreadable. You didn’t know what they were thinking, if they were plotting to use you like nothing but a set of holes. You knew at least one of them was used to treating omegas like that—and he was smirking right at you as if he were thinking the same thing.

But, Steve wouldn’t let Ari touch you. Right?

They could do much worse than just look at you—and that was the scariest part. The tears increase tenfold and stream down your cheeks hotly, pitiful whimpers leave your bitten lips.

Steve leans back, spreading his legs. “Bend over and apologize to me.”

When you don’t move, he kicks your leg. Taking one final shaky breath, you bend over and pull your shorts to your ankles. Exposing your bare cunt for his eyes only, but with the others just feet away. “I’m so-sorry for my attitude, alpha.”

He doesn’t speak and you stand there for a few seconds, but it feels like hours. The open-air is misery personified, stripping away your dignity and making a feast out of it. Steve eats it up, groaning under his breath and rubbing over his growing bulge. He salivates at the sight of your wet cunt, your needy button nestled between your folds. Your hole is so small and tight, he’d have to spend time opening you up for his cock.

Your heady smell saturates the air and only makes him more ravenous and greedy because he knows he’ll be the only one to taste you. He catches a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, it’s undoubtedly one of the guys getting a whiff of your sweetness too. Too bad that’s the most they’ll get.

“You’re forgiven.”

Those two words are followed by him yanking you into his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist. You’re seated sideways with your legs pressed together tightly and his hoodie fisted in your hands. You don’t hear whatever they’re talking about, bitter grattitude muddling your head.

You feel objectified, like his personal toy to show off to his friends and yet, you aren’t fighting to escape his hold.

What was happening to you?

Steve rubs up and down your side, “Now… Was that so hard?”

“I don’t want t-to play anymore.” Your voice cracks from the lump in your throat, “please don’t make me play—daddy.” You tag on, brushing off the terrifying confusion to meet his gaze.

Steve looks at you for a while, thick lashes kiss his prominent cheekbones with every slow blink. Then, he gives in, “Okay, baby, you deserve it.” He leans down and meets your lips.

You should feel sick, you shouldn’t like the feeling of his mouth on yours, calmly claiming ownership.

He pulls away with a strangely soft smile, “see? If you’re a good omega, you’ll get what you want.” With a final peck to your tear-stained cheek, he turns to the guys, “I’m taking her turn so… Buck, truth or dare?”

HEHEHE I MISSED THIS FIC SO MUCH !!

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walker-extended-universe · 8 months

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🌹🌹

They both had the day off from work and no other plans. Just them, some good food, maybe some extra time in the sheets. He didn’t realize it before, but Trey had spent so much time in the past few years doing anything and everything to try and ignore the emptiness inside of him. Now, he didn’t feel quiet so lonely nor desperate. Now, he could relax and hold the woman he loved in his arms.

Cassie sighed and rolled over to kiss him. “Thank you for turning off our alarms,” she muttered. “I think I would’ve thrown your phone off of the balcony if I had to wake up at 5 on my day off.”

#my writing #sneak peek time

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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~ Sneak Peek ~

“If you will not tell the Host what he wishes to hear, the Host can always make you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t he?” He ghosts his lips from your ear and down the side of your neck, hovering them over the spot where your pulse is hammering beneath your skin. “The Host knows what you want, but he will not give it to you until you do as he has asked. Tell the Host why you are here.”

#west writes #sneak peek time #radio host #nsft

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lilybug-02 · 1 month

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#sneak peek #whew this next update is taking me longer than I thought I was going to #I have a two hour time limit for my drawing app. And I don’t always draw every day. So it can be a slow process.#and I also don’t really have future pages like- up and ready to make so it’s idnfdfvdvddv it just takes me a while #I wish I had a better upload schedule rather than just like once a month. But it just kind of be like that. :(#I’m a busy college kid. I’m truly surprised. I’m even still doing this comic. I’m glad I am.

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mobius-m-mobius · 7 months

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LOKI | 1x01 "Glorious Purpose" // 2x01 "Ouroboros"

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endlesspaint · 2 months

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Sketches!

After some encouragement, I finally have the guts to post these. I'm kinda a bit embarrassed about it cause it's a bit messy, but after cleaning it up a bit it's surprisingly decent. So yee

#the first two drawings are from the “For this you were born” au #the last one is a sneak peek from my au 👀#idk what to name the au but I do have a rough timeline idea #i still have more sketches but I'll post it next time #trolls #dreamworks trolls #john dory #branch trolls #trolls au #trolls john dory #for this you were born au #my au #it has no name yet but someday

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avaetin · 7 months

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Other demigods: (prays earnestly to their godly parent)

Percy Jackson:

#primordial god! chronos x ananke! nico #percy jackson #pjo #wip sneak peek #I'm 3/4 done I swear I didnt have time for the past 2 days but it's almost there---

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books-books-smolderinglooks · 7 months

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Hi. Hi. 💜❤️

#young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #wilhelm #prince wilhelm #yr s3 spoilers #my gifs yr #i just.. i had to lol they've come a long way 😭🥰#have i said boyfriends now enough times 🥹#boyfriends!! 💜💜#sneak peek giving me life! 😊#youngroyalsedit #wille x simon

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bittersweetresilience · 6 months

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the designers

the runaways

the ones who create

the ones who decay

the lovers

the halves of a whole

a short incoherent compilation of parallels between marinette and adrien and gabriel and émilie. i'm also thinking about the ones who make choices and the sacrificial lambs but for now have these.

inspired by @anna-scribbles! happy thirteen day!

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skyartworkzzz · 14 days

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This is the hottest Ive ever drawn these 2 yet Im so proud of myself ayo.

#stfu sky #anyways have a sneak peek of a comic Im working on #Ive decided to leave it uncolored since it saves time and ENERGY-#wip #cotl #cotl fanart #cotl narilamb #narilamb

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 7 months

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The Veil has opened.

#fairy au #dca fairy au #him #the veil has opened #a message is passed through #it's almost time #will you help him?#fnaf daycare au #fnaf dca au #sneak peek

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Here it is !! Flamingo King snippet for part 7, originally from part 6 but moved to the epilogue/bonus chapter 🦩❤️‍🔥 I’ve never loved a fic this much and am so thankful for all of your support !! I hope you all enjoy 🥰🫶

“Hey, sugar, you know you don’t gotta knock.”

“I just thought it would only be fair for tonight.” You shyly hold out a bouquet of flowers, vibrant red and yellow tulips from the best florist in the city. “These are for you. I was thinkin’ we could stop by the bakery after dinner? They brought back your favourite pie and I told them to save us a good one.”

Ari stands there for a moment, looking between you and the flowers. Then, he slaps the door, “awh shit, that was today? I thought—” he groans, “I thought it was tomorrow, Friday right?”

“Today is Friday.”

“Shit.” He curses, “The Den has been a fuckin’ zoo with all the college kids being back in town, my brain is fried and my eyes fuckin’ hurt from staring at a screen all day. Aside from bartending, Curtis has us doing all this paperwork and—” he shoulders sag, “nevermind. No need to be standing out there, come in, baby.”

The light flickers on and you can finally see him properly.

Eyeglasses are on the tip of his nose, his hair is messy and pulled out of his face with a small clip, one you recognize from your small vanity at home. His normally glowy skin is dull and tired, and dark bags make his eyes appear sunken into his face.

You’ve seen him dishevelled, but nothing this exhausted.

He’s still as pretty as ever, but just so terribly tired.

“Give me a few minutes, I’ll get ready quickly.” Then he’s off to his bedroom, abandoning his laptop and coffee table cluttered with dirty dishes, and plenty of papers.

A blanket and pillow that used to occupy his big, comfy bed are on the couch, along with a spare t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His record player is off, no slow rock song filling his trailer like usually.

You hear several slams and bangs before peeking into his bedroom and it’s a mess, far worse than the living room. Clothes skewed over his bed, the laundry bin overflowing and more stacks of empty dishes on his nightstands, although outnumbered by takeout containers.

Ever since you met Ari, he took pride in his spotless home and kept his things organized. He was diligent with weekly cleans, and often reminded you of laundry day so you could do your chores together.

It’s been quite wild for you too from sports season and the rush of people coming in after school or work. Even Andy had to hire new staff just to keep up with the hoard of customers.

Despite being busy, you’ve still made time for each other, going out for late night ice cream, or hanging out in your trailer watching movies on the laptop that you got for a massive discount (from a particular blond cutie with a goatee). But you haven’t been over in a few days, a week at most, and you didn’t know it was this bad.

“Ari.”

“Hold on!” he calls out, digging through his dressers as clothes fall to the floor.

“Ari.”

“Where the fuck are my jeans?” He sweeps through the hangers again, squinting behind his glasses, “Why do I have so many flannels?”

You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Pressing your cheek against his bare back, you can feel his rigid muscles under his skin. Poor baby, he’s so overworked and drained, yet he was still trying to put you first.

“We don’t have to go tonight.”

“We do. You got all dolled up and bought me flowers. You were gonna wine and dine me, and you can’t do that if we’re stuck in this pigsty.”

You squeeze him tighter, refusing to let go. You know he could easily overpower you, throw you on the bed and continue getting ready. But instead, he just sinks into your touch, slumping over and bracing himself on the dresser.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sugar.”

“Don’t be.”

He always took care of you. Making sure you ate during the day, stayed hydrated and out of the harsh sun. He wouldn’t eat until you took a first bite, and always put snacks and water in your bag before you went to work. Sometimes on his days off, he’d get into your trailer by using the key you gave him and tidy up, wanting you to come home and be able to relax.

Ari has done so much for you.

It takes a few more kisses, some affectionate squeezing and running your hands up and down his chest for him to turn around.

His eyebrows are knotted tight, and a deep solemn frown plays on his lips. You notice his beard is thicker too, a smidge longer than his usual trim.

“I’m so tired—I don’t know what the hell is happening.” He sags forward, slinging his arms over your shoulders and tugging you closer.

You turn your head, kissing his bicep. “Wanna talk about it?”

He shrugs. “It’s work, work and work. That’s all I fuckin’ do now. I love The Den and working with my friends, and it always gets busy this time of year but shit…” he huffs, squeezing his eyes shut. “It was fine before because I had nothin’ else to do but now I have you.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, “You're my girl—how the hell can I give you the attention, time and love that you deserve if I can’t even remember what day it is?”

Your heart aches as you stare into his disappointed blue eyes. Framed by thick lashes, they blink so slowly and sleepily.

“I don’t—I refuse to lose you because of something stupid like this.”

“You’re not going to lose me over one missed date.” You promise, meaning every word.

He chuckles dryly and turns back around to search through the closet again. “It starts like that. Then it’s another and another, and soon we aren’t even seeing each other for days at a time and resort to texts and five minute calls.” He rambles, “And then we’re just two strangers who had something great and you’re gonna get swept off your feet by some douchebag who can’t even remember your favourite colour. While you’re off with him in a big and bright city, I’m gonna be an old man still at The Den, talking about how I lost the girl of my dreams to drunk guys who have a million better things to do—”

“—would you be quiet!”

He looks over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“We aren’t going, so put down those jeans and sit on your bed.” You cross your arms.

Ari doesn’t move, his long fingers still clutching the denim. “Uh—”

“Shush.” You snatch the jeans from his hands and toss it on the dresser, and point to the unmade bed. “Go. Now.”

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, cautiously walking around you to his bedroom. With a heavy breath, he plops on the mattress, leaning back with his legs spread wide.

His thin shorts ride up his thick thighs, displaying the built muscle and coarse hair. Quickly glancing over his shameless bulge, you admire his cute tummy and the chain dangling between his pecs.

You step towards him, cupping his bearded face in your hands and squishing his cheeks, making his lips pucker. “You have to take a break or else you’re gonna burn out.”

His eyes close peacefully, your touch silencing all of those pesky worries and looming fears. He was normally very reflective about his thoughts, and kept those stupid, useless, noisy ones to himself.

One of your hands moves to his hair, taking out the clip and running your fingers through the dark strands. “You always take care of me. You’re always so sweet and attentive, the best daddy I could’ve ever asked for.” You say softly and lean down, gently pulling his head back to kiss his cheek, trailing closer to his pink, plump lips. “Now I wanna take care of you.”

A low groan rumbles from his chest, “yeah, baby? You gonna take care of daddy tonight?”

“Mhm.” You hum with a chaste kiss. “Work out all those knots in your back, clear your head…” Your hands fall to his shoulders, tenderly pressing into the tense muscles. “Tonight is all about you, daddy. You deserve it.”

It’s about time we get back to the hot and steamy Flamingo Trailer Park !! The posting date would be earlier but your girl has exams 🥸 I hope you’re all as excited as me 🤩 pls feel free to share your thoughts !!