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#14 right NOW is pushing it and im 19
enhypens-hoe · 1 month
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YOU’RE PATHETIC ⛪️ - teaser!!!
⋆。゚☁︎。𐙚 summary: Jay and you go to the same church school. He and his friends make fun of you for actually following the rules. You think he hates you, but little do you know about his obsession.
pair: park jongseong x goody too shoes reader (fem reader)
warnings: nsfw, cursing, smut, bj, corruption kink, hard dom? jay, sub reader, talk about religion, masturbation (jay), jay and reader go to a church school, jay’s 20 and readers 19 turning 20. + more coming soon
p.s. in no way am I trying to mock anyones reilgion. I mean no harm this is all fiction and in creative fun. If you are not comfortable with this topic please do not read and look for something else.
series: 80’s love
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There he was for the third time this week, fist pumping his cock with the swollen red tip sticking out. Moaning your name like it was some sort of ritual because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your pigtails. Oh, how much he wants to tug on them and push you to your limit while fucking you hard. He really shouldn’t be doing this and if his parents found out he’d be in so much trouble but that doesn’t stop Jay. It didn’t stop him when he was 14 so why would he stop now at the age of 20.
“yea- oh f-fuckk” he grunts as white ropes spill out of him onto his hand. His breathing is unstable as he closes his eyes imagining how you’d clean him up so well. You’re so vulnerable and pure, that’s what Jay loves most about you. You’re always following your parent’s rules like a good Christian girl, but Jay always wonders if he could change that. Minutes pass by and you’re the only thing running through his mind.
He flinches when he hears the front door open letting him know his mom is back from the store. Jay groans wiping his hand with a napkin and yanking on the nearest pair of sweats before running to go wash his hands. He runs downstairs taking the bags from his mom’s hands setting the bags on the kitchen counter and taking out the groceries.
“Thank you. Oh, guess what that girl.. the one with the pigtails. We saw her and her family at church on Monday. I saw her at the store today and she helped me carry my bags to my car. She’s cute and seems like a good girl… hmm?” Jays head rises suddenly not interested in what his mom bought.
“Oh, ___?” his mom snaps pointing at him meaning he guessed right. “She’s annoying and such a crybaby. I’m not even worried about girls right now mom.” He hates how nervous he gets talking about you. The more he tries to conceal his feelings the more they pour out. His mom just laughs putting some groceries in the fridge. “Hey! Be nice.”
She looks up at him her look suddenly showing some disappointment. “I thought I told you not to skip church school yesterday. -” I know I’ll go tomorrow, Mom. “Park Jongseong I’m serious. You’re a Christian man you need to continue on the right path. You’re a good kid you always have been.” Jay just looks away and nods not wanting to argue with his mom. His mom is trying to study his expression wondering whether to drop the conversation or not.
She sighs before speaking again. “Well, go upstairs and shower then come help me cook and set the table.” his mom softly tells him rubbing his shoulder. Jay listens dragging his feet across the floor and up the stairs.
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Your white sneakers hit the floor as you walk in the halls, skirt slightly swaying. Books pressed up against your chest like someone will steal them. Your friend throws her arm around your shoulder, and you flinch looking up before smiling. You guys walk to your locker telling her updates on your new pet bunny.
And well Jay watches you from across the hallway…
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jazi’s note: this teaser is ass but I wanted to put this out because im almost done with Jay’s oneshot. I’m not sure If I will include this first “scene” in the actual one shot because it will be a little longer than I wanted. If you guys want me to keep it in lmk. love you guys hope you enjoy the oneshot when i put it out💗
taglist: n/a (open)
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@enhypens-hoe 2024 - do not steal, copy or translate.
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airaibunny · 9 months
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GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS
1. “i need you, right here/now”
2. “louder/quieter”
3. “i dont care who’s outside”
4. “do you want them to hear?”
5. “what if i dont?”
6. “make me”
7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”
8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”
9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”
10. “no more, please, i can’t”
11. “where are your manners?”
12. “what did you say?”
13. “try again”
14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”
15. “you don’t get to touch”
16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”
17. “beg for it”
18. “i said no”
19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”
20. “you look so fucking hot right now”
21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”
22. “say it”
23. “use your words”
24. “i can’t understand you”
25. “i can’t read your mind”
26. “could he/she do it better?”
27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”
28. “play with me”
29. “you’re such a needy girl”
30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”
31. “let me focus”
32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”
33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”
34. “stop talking”
35. “did i give you permission to talk?”
36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”
37. “you’re fucking soaked”
38. “you make me so wet”
39. “why are you already squirming”
40. “can i ask you for something?”
41. “please don’t stop”
42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”
43. “i’ve been waiting all day”
44. “does that turn you on?”
45. “i need your fingers”
46. “i want you to fuck me”
47. “do it like you mean it”
48. “scream my name while you cum”
49. “call me mommy”
50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”
51. “come here, now.”
52. “on your knees”
53. “turn around”
54. “bend over”
55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”
56. “you can barely speak, so cute”
57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”
58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”
59. “lift up your leg”
60. “i’m bored, let’s play”
61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”
62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”
63. “harder”
64. “let me do it”
65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”
66. “dont cum until i tell you to”
67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”
68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”
69. “what about you?”
70. “it’s my turn now”
71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”
72. “you look so pretty on your knees”
73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”
74. “i think i deserve a reward”
75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”
76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”
77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”
78. “who do you think you are?”
79. “spank me”
80. “choke me”
81. “bite me”
82. “no, don’t go”
83. “you can practice on me”
84. “this is a one time thing”
85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”
86. “we can’t do this”
87. “i ordered us something”
88. “that looks too big”
89. “are you comfortable?”
90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”
91. “you bought a vibrator?”
92. “how do i look?”
93. “you taste so sweet”
94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”
95. “do you want to try?”
96. “you’re so cute”
97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”
98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”
99. “can we use a toy?”
100. “can i use a toy on you?”
101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”
102. “you’re doing such a good job”
103. “i’m so proud of you”
104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”
105. “how are you so close already?”
106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”
107. “can you be quick?”
108. “please, i’ll finish fast”
109. “use your mouth”
110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”
111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”
112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”
113. “stop teasing me”
114. “i like it when you’re mad”
115. “punish me”
116. “are you going to stop me?”
117. “on the counter/table/etc?”
118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”
119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”
120. “i don’t care what the fans think”
121. “i really need to finish this”
122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”
123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”
124. “everyone else is gone”
125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”
126. “shut up”
127. “relax, angel”
128. “keep doing that, please”
129. “you feel so good”
130. “your skin is so soft”
131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”
132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”
133. “pull my hair”
134. “open your mouth”
135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”
136. “you’re such a messy girl”
137. “why are you so hot”
138. “fuck, i love you so much”
139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”
140. “you’re so gorgeous”
141. “open your eyes”
142. “look at me while you cum”
143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”
144. “i want you to keep going, forever”
145. “do you want to join me”
146. “you’re not allowed to touch”
147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”
148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”
149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”
150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”
151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”
152. “how bad do you want it?”
153. “make me cry”
154. “ruin me”
155. “i want to do so many things to you”
156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”
157. “i need you”
158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”
159. “say that again, i dare you”
160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”
161. “what does this make us?”
162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”
163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”
164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”
165. “we could get kicked out for this”
166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”
167. “let me eat you out while you do that”
168. “can you teach me?”
169. “can i call you mommy?”
170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”
171. “shower with me”
172. “put your leg over my shoulder”
173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”
174. “look what you did”
175. “i want to taste you”
176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”
177. “stop being gentle”
178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”
179. “i want to fuck you so bad”
180. “i want to feel you, inside”
181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”
182. “you can’t leave marks”
183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”
184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”
185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”
186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”
187. “use my thigh”
188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”
189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”
190. “i still hate you”
191. “this is just sex, no strings”
192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”
193. “you looked so hot out there”
194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”
195. “swallow”
196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”
197. “you heard me”
198. “that was a nice way to wake up”
199. “i want to make a mess of you”
200. “breathe, please”
201. “take it like a good girl”
202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”
203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”
204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”
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autumnshighlady · 7 days
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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 26)
NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER
summary: Eris has yet another surprise for you, and a secret is revealed
warnings: feyre slander, slightly nsfw towards the end
word count: 5.7k
DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE
a/n: this is a filler chapter, sorry if it's boring! wedding is coming up next chapter i think. also so sorry the taglist got messed up somewhere halfway through teh fic and it wasn't actually tagging people so if you haven't been tagged like 15 chapters i fixed it now im so sorry!
part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20 / part 21 / part 22 / part 23 / part 24 / part 25
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A throbbing headache greeted you as you peeled your eyes open, the bright rays of sunshine coming in through the window directly onto your face. You groaned, mouth dry as sand. Regret over those last few drinks washed over you as you rolled over, body shaky as you pushed yourself up.
“Morning!” Gwyn’s voice sounded through your blurry vision – her normally soft tone was ear-splitting due to your hangover.
“Ugh, please tone down your mouth noises.” You grumbled, rubbing your temples and yawning.
The redhead rolled her eyes, handing you a tray. “That’s what you get for drinking so much. A servant brought us a tray each for breakfast. Drink water and the tonic, you’ll feel better.”
You sighed, trying to fight off the hangover shakes as you reached for the tray. On the golden platter was a glass of water, a vial of liquid meant to ease how shitty you felt, and a plate with toast, eggs, fruit, and thick slices of bacon. The food smelled heavenly, but your stomach churned in protest. So you quickly downed the tonic before slowly sipping water, your throat no longer feeling like a desert.
Nesta had joined Gwyn on the bed in the far corner in an effort to get Emerie to sit up. The Illyrian female protested, eyes squeezed shut as she cursed the sun for being so bright. Despite your state, you snorted. At least you were better off than Emerie. 
“Come on,” Nesta insisted. “You have to at least have a sip of water.”
Emerie shook her head vehemently, then cursed, dizzied. “No. I’m gonna die if I move another inch.”
Gwyn reached down to Emerie’s tray and grabbed the glass of water, bringing it up to her lips. “Here, that way you won’t have to move.” The hungover female protested, but Gwyn tilted the glass up anyways, forcing the water into her mouth. She sputtered for a second, but eventually swallowed some of the cold liquid.
With Gwyn now settled coaxing water into Emerie, Nesta headed towards your bed, smirking. “Morning, sunshine.” She said coolly. Her hair was loose and messy around her shoulders, eyes slightly red from the lack of sleep. But she still looked incredible, despite having drank more than you.
“Not fair.” You complained, rubbing your dry eyes again and scowling at your mate. “I drank half as much as you and you seem perfectly fine.”
Nesta plopped down beside you, shrugging. “Perk of drinking myself half to death for a few months, I guess.” She joked, then motioned to your bacon. “Are you going to eat that?”
“Go for it.” You shook your head. “I can’t imagine eating anything right now.”
A wider smirk came over Nesta’s face as she popped the bacon into her mouth, blue-grey eyes going up and down your body. “I can.”
You blushed, smacking her with your pillow. “What has gotten into you?” You hissed playfully so that Gwyn and Emerie wouldn’t hear. Your body had responded to her words instantly, heating up even more and making you squirm. 
She shrugged, taking the second piece of bacon off your plate as well. “I’m just glad I can finally show appreciation for my mate without worrying about someone hacking my head off for it.”
“Fair enough.”
The four of you picked away at your breakfasts in silence, much to you and Emerie’s relief. The tonic began to work after twenty minutes, your headache slowly easing up and the fog around your brain clearing. Eventually, Eris and Azriel came through the doors, stifling their laughs at how hungover or sleep deprived you all were. After saying goodbye to your friends, Emerie grumbled something about the likelihood of throwing up all over Azriel as she took his hand, preparing to winnow. Gwyn’s cheeks flushed slightly as she took Azriel’s other hand, the spymaster’s shadows curling around her slender wrist. You raised an eyebrow at her, but she blushed harder and refused to meet your gaze.
After Azriel, Gwyn, and Emerie left, Nesta left for the bathing chambers to freshen up while you flopped back down into the bed, pulling the sheets over your head. “I’m staying here all day,” You declared. “Nobody wake me.”
You heard Eris chuckle, feeling the bed shift as he sat down beside you. He yanked the sheets down, and you whined in protest. “Eris!” You cried out. “Please, I’m so hungover. I just want to rot in this bed all day.”
“Too bad,” Eris said with a delighted grin on his face. “Because I have another surprise for you.”
You groaned, turning onto your stomach and burying your face into the pillow. “I cannot handle another surprise right now.”
“Trust me. You’ll want to see this. Now get out of bed.”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish. Now get up.”
When you didn’t move, strong hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into the air with surprising strength and flinging you over the High Lord’s shoulder. You yelped, the blood rushing to your head as Eris gripped the back of your thighs, holding you steady as he walked.
“Put. Me. Down. Right. Now.” You hissed through gritted teeth, stomach churning as the world swayed around you.
“Absolutely not.” Eris quipped, squeezing your legs once and he strode down the hallway. “Besides, you’re too hungover to use any of those sneaky moves the shadowsinger taught you. So suck it up, do not vomit on me, and thank me later for dragging you out of bed.”
You groaned as Eris carried you up a winding staircase with ease, your upper body swaying across his back. “Where are you even taking me?” You asked, defeated.
“Your surprise is out on the private balcony.” 
“What is the surprise?”
Eris snorted. “Mother above, you and Nesta are the worst when it comes to surprises, you know that? Nosy creatures.”
“You could have at least given me time to prepare.” You grumbled, realising you were still in your pyjamas.
“So you’d rather I have told you I had a surprise in advance and then let you stew over it for a whole day, leaving you in limbo before finally revealing it?”
You rolled your eyes, knowing he had a point. You didn’t answer, and Eris laughed victoriously. “Thought so.” He said smugly.
Finally, after climbing up a mountain’s worth of staircases, Eris finally set you down. You wobbled, legs unsteady and clinging to the High Lord for balance as you adjusted to being upright again. A large wooden door stood in front of you, elegant whirling carvings along the edges. You shivered at the bone chilling cold of the stairwell, and Eris was quick to drape his warm cloak over your shoulders.
“Thanks.” You said before shooting him a glare. “But if you throw me over your shoulder like that again, I will nail your balls to the wall.”
Pure predatory smirk overcame Eris’s face as he met your gaze evenly. “Oh, please. We both know you enjoyed being tossed around.”
Your cheeks burned, unable to deny that his words rang partially true. You slapped his arm, and hissed at him, “This surprise better be worth it.”
“Oh, I know it is. Once again, feel free to use your spare time to brainstorm all the ways you can thank me later.” Eris simply winked, turning the knob and pushing the door open. You squinted, eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright morning sunlight that glared at you.
Stepping through the doorway onto the breezy balcony, your eyes began to focus. A tall, male figure stood a few feet away, the rays of the sun shining behind him and casting him in an otherworldly glow. Strands of red hair blew in the breeze, the light reflecting off of a familiar golden eye.
“Lucien…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as tears began to pool in your eyes at the sight of your friend coming into view. His golden skin shone in the light of Autumn, his red hair half tied back, revealing his chiselled, handsome face. It was filled with a mix of emotions as he stared back at you – awe, happiness, regret, all at once.
“Hey there, (Y/N).” Lucien said softly, lips pulling up in a smile.
All nausea and dizziness vanished as you surged forward, running towards your old friend. Your heart raced with excitement as you leapt into his outstretched arms, burying your face in his shoulder. There was no hope at stopping the sobs that choked up your throat, so you let them out. Lucien’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you up as you clung onto his tall form.
Time was askew as you hugged him. It could have been hours or seconds for all you knew. You hadn’t seen Lucien since those few minutes after you escaped Rhys’s prison, all those weeks ago. 
Eventually, Lucien gently set you down. You turned around to ask Eris how he had found and gotten his brother here so quickly, but your mate had slipped away, leaving you alone with Lucien. When you turned back to your friend, his remaining eye simmered with emotion. “I’ve missed you.” He said, squeezing your hands in his own.
“I’ve missed you, too.” You said through tears. “I’m so sorry, Lucien.”
He frowned. “What do you possibly have to be sorry for?”
“For everything,” You gulped. “For everything you’ve been through, for how you’ve been treated. For not trying to find you sooner–”
Lucien interrupted you sternly. “No. Do not say that. None of this is your fault. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. I’m sorry, too.”
“What do you possibly have to be sorry for?” You threw his words back at him playfully, despite the sadness still lacing your voice.
Lucien squeezed your hands again, regret crossing his kind face. “For not fighting harder for you.”
Your heart cracked a bit at his broken voice. Lucien was the best male you had ever known, always putting others above himself no matter the personal cost. “You showed up with armies from the Spring Court to get me back. I’d hardly call that not fighting for me.”
“I meant before that. Feyre and Rhys told me that you were enjoying Velaris and your new missions as a spy, which was why you hadn’t come to visit me. They even went so far as to bring me a scarf claiming it was from you. I simply believed them, and didn’t question it. It wasn’t until Azriel found me and told me the truth about your situation that I realised what was going on.” 
“Lucien–” You tried to speak, to reassure him that he was not at fault here, but your friend cut you off sharply.
“No, it is not okay.” He said sternly. “I should have known better. I had never trusted Rhysand, but decided to take his word for it anyways. I was living in the human lands minding my own business while you were being tortured by that scumbag. And I will carry that guilt with me for the rest of my life. I failed you, (Y/N). And I am deeply sorry.”
You smiled sadly. “Listen to me. You did not lock me up. You did not deceive people. You did not have anything to do with what happened to me. That was Rhys and Feyre. They failed me, not you. And I made it out, that’s all that matters. You risked your life going back to Tamlin and raising the armies for me. If you really wish to seek penance for your guilt, consider that your debt paid.”
Lucien sighed, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they put you through that.”
“I can.” You snorted, leading him over to the soft couch by the marble railing, overlooking the vast forest below. 
“With Rhys, yes I agree.” Lucien said as he settled down next to you. “But Feyre… the girl I knew who went under the mountain would not have ripped open a court of innocent people for petty reasons. Before Rhys took her away, she gave her own jewels to a poor citizen who did not have enough money to pay the Tithe. It seemed that every time she went away to the Night Court with him, pieces of her slowly chipped away and were replaced with new ones that Rhys created. She was so young, so vulnerable, and now she’s completely under his spell. The fact she could let any of this happen to you disgusts me, and I am ashamed that she manipulated me into believing she was a better friend to me than I ever was to her.”
The autumn breeze soothed your warm face, the fresh air clearing your foggy mind as you drank in the beauty of the view. Lucien was right – the Feyre you had heard about in the stories of Under the Mountain was not the Feyre you had met. As much as you resented her, you couldn’t help but spare her a shred of pity. “She chose her path,” You said steadily. “Just as I have chosen mine.”
Lucien fiddled with the rings on his fingers, playfully elbowing your ribs. “Your path as High Lady and my awful brother’s wife, you mean.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him back. “He’s not so bad.”
Lucien laughed sharply, a beautiful sound you had missed dearly. “Ok, sure. Come talk to me in a few centuries when you’ve had enough of his bullshit and are debating throwing him off a cliff.”
“Eris seems so enamoured with me, I’m sure all I’d have to do would be to tell him to go fling himself off the cliff and he’d happily do so without question.”
“Unfortunately, I think you’re right.”
The two of you chuckled, just like old times. You adjusted Eris’s cloak, wrapping it tighter around your body. His scent filled your nostrils, filling you with content. “Lucien,” You said hesitantly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” The male replied with confidence.
You took a breath before speaking. “Eris is my mate. He has been extremely good to me throughout all this, but you’ve known him and this court almost your whole life. What am I truly getting into by marrying him?”
Lucien was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his answer. Regardless, you knew nothing he could say would change your mind. You wanted to marry Eris, and you knew he would look out for you. But marriage and the workings of Autumn? it was still unknown territory for you. 
“Eris has always been a puzzle,” Lucien said slowly. “For as a long as I can remember, he’s been difficult to figure out. Everything he does is for a reason, and sometimes I can never figure it out. He switches personalities so fast it makes my head spin, and I could never tell what kind of male he truly was because of it. He was an excellent brother when Beron was not around, but the second he entered the room Eris became a different person.
“But it’s different with you. He’s different around you and Nesta, like he’s beginning to thaw. I think it will take a while for him to get used to not having to pretend to be Beron’s prodigy. But with time, he will soften up. Eris knows what he wants and will do anything to get it. He will protect you with unyielding loyalty, even if at times he may seem aloof. There will be times where you grow frustrated with him, and he may shut you out. But from what I’ve seen, I have no doubt that the three of you will be able to work things out. As for this court, give it time. The people can be frosty. Do not show weakness, for they will devour every ounce of exposed flesh like starved vultures. With the right leadership, I do believe it can change. But be patient, and unyielding.”
You mulled over Lucien’s words. He was right – it would be ridiculous to think everything would be smooth sailing from here. Being mates did not mean any complications in your dynamic would be immediately soothed over. It would take a long time for you to recover from and process everything that happened since you were sent to the House of Wind. Just as it would take a long time for Nesta to be comfortable with bathtubs and crackling fire. There would be challenges and disagreements, but at your core you knew it was nothing the three of you couldn’t manage.
“And how do you feel about us all together?” You asked. “Me, Nesta, and Eris, I mean.”
Lucien shrugged. “I see no issue with it. As long as the three of you are happy, that’s all that matters.”
“I wish the rest of this court felt that way.” You sighed. “They didn’t react well.”
He barked out a laugh. “No, I can’t imagine they did.”
You tilted your head back, letting the sun warm your face as you sighed. “So, when did you manage to sneak in here? I assume your banishment is lifted.”
“Yes, it is. Eris brought me here yesterday. I spent the day with my mother. Thank you, by the way, for what you did for her.”
Your heart swelled with happiness. You knew how much Lirilla loved Lucien, how much it pained your friend to be away from his mother for so long. She had a soft spot for him, as he was the least cruel out of all her sons. Every day you thanked the Mother that Lucien had not turned out like Beron.
In the distance, three dragons circled the air, sunning their wings in the rays of sunshine. Their gentle cries rumbled throughout the air like a song carried by the breeze. You snuck a glance at Lucien, whose eyes were fixed on the beasts circling the mountains in the distance. “Eris really did it.” He mumbled as Athariel spun upwards and around Zorzimril.
You whipped your head around. “You KNEW he had dragons?”
Lucien was awestruck as he continued observing the creatures. “Technically, yes. But I never believed him. When I was younger, Eris showed me 3 unusual rocks, claiming that they were dragon eggs. We played with them for hours, and I helped him build a nest to keep them warm. He swore me to secrecy, saying it was our own little game. He told me one day the eggs would hatch, and would grow into three big dragons. Then he, myself, and my mother could each climb on one and fly away from everything.” Lucien’s voice grew sombre, his eye darkening as he continued. “Then one day we found the rocks broken, and Eris told me the dragons had flown away after hatching. I was devastated, I had wanted to see one so badly. But he said they were gone, and I was to never breathe a word about them to anyone. I guess the slippery prick found them and raised them in secret on his own.”
“How did Eris keep dragons a secret from everyone?”
“Keeping secrets is one of his many talents. As I am sure you know very well since he hid the fact he knew that he was your mate.”
You snorted at the jibe, rolling your eyes. “Wow, so you really know everything then, don’t you?”
Lucien laughed, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. The image reminded you of a cat sunning itself in the window. “Unfortunately, yes.” He said. “Eris and my mother filled me in. Among other things.”
You frowned. “Among other things? What does that mean?”
Lucien’s expression was grave, and he turned to face you. His golden eye gleamed in the sunlight but was equally intense as his regular eye as he stared you down. “Promise me that what I’m about to say, you keep to yourself, Eris, my mother, and Nesta.” He said seriously.
Confused, you nodded. Lucien took a deep breath before continuing. “Beron was not my father, apparently.”
You blinked in surprise, but bit your tongue. Lucien had always looked slightly different than his brothers, but you had never really thought twice about it. “My mother had an affair with Helion of the Day Court,” Lucien admitted, his voice hollow as if he didn’t even believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. “I’m his son, not Beron’s.”
Your jaw was slack. “Wow…” You muttered. “Does Helion know?”
Lucien shook his head. “No. But my mother has always been in love with him. It will take her a while to adjust to a reality without Beron hovering over her shoulder, to allow herself to love him openly. If that is what she desires, of course.”
“And what about you?” You asked your friend. “What do you want from all this? I mean… how does it feel?”
Lucien’s expression was distant, as if his mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t hard to tell by the way his jaw tensed that he was thinking of his childhood with his father, remembering every cruel word and ruthless fist he endured. How maybe if things had been different, he could have been spared Beron’s suffering and been raised by Helion – a father who did not delight in torturing his sons. Lucien had a rough life, one that did not seem to be getting any easier. From being banished from Autumn Court to living in a state of uneasy limbo with his mate who seemingly wanted nothing to do with him, Lucien’s life was never truly stable. He was always bouncing from one place to another, never truly fitting in. 
You hoped that with his banishment lifted, Lucien would choose to come back to Autumn. After months of being separated from your best friend, you wanted nothing more than to have him back by your side.
“I’m not quite sure,” Lucien finally answered. “On the one hand, I am glad I am not actually Beron’s son. But Helion being my father changes very little. I was raised by Beron, and for better or for worse I am the way I am because I was a part of his family. In my blood, I am Autumn Court and always will be.”
“But Helion has no other children,” You pointed out carefully. “Which technically makes you the heir to the Day Court, whether you like it or not.”
He shook his head. “It is a power and title I do not want. I’ve never desired to be a Lord of anything, especially not one of an entire court.”
You smiled softly, leaning your head into his shoulder and sighing contently. “I know. That’s why you’re such a good male.”
Lucien wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you closer to him. “I will let my mother choose what to do about Helion.” He continued. “She may well want to forget the whole thing and leave the past behind. If that is her wish, I am content to go along with it. If she wants to rekindle a relationship with him, then she may tell him that I am his son, and we would go from there. Besides, not all of us are High Lord power hungry like you.”
You laughed, squeezing your eyes shut. “You’re going to make fun of me for becoming High Lady of your court for as long as we live, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” Lucien purred. “Someone has to keep you humble so that power doesn’t get to that pretty head of yours.”
“Careful,” You teased, grinning. “Or I’ll force you to scribe notes during all the council meetings for a decade.”
“Never mind, reinstate my banishment and bounty, please. I’d prefer that over being your note boy for your and your mates’ stuffy meetings.”
Your laughter echoed across the wind, just as Zorzimril let out a playful screech in the distance. For a few minutes, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, until your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked, “So… speaking of mates, has anything happened with Elain?”
The male sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand. You felt a muscle in his neck twitch at the mention of her name, an instinctual reaction like the mere mention of her rang a bell inside him. “No,” He said stiffly. “And frankly, at this point I wish that she would just sever the bond if she wanted nothing to do with me. It’s agonising. And Feyre and Rhys keep her cloistered away, knowing it would be too hard for me to try and visit her after everything that’s happened. I want Elain to be happy, even if it’s not with me, but I truly don’t think she would be happy in the Night Court. I just… I just want her out of there. To give her a chance to choose her own life.”
“From what I’ve seen, she seems content to let her sister choose her life for her.” You kept your words delicate, not wanting to offend Lucien. As much as he was your friend, he was still a mated male – and now you understood that protectiveness he likely felt.
“I think the Archeron sisters need to be apart from each other.” Lucien said, stiffening but not snarling at your comment. “They’ve all been through a lot, and none of us will ever truly understand the history they have because we did not live it. Nesta needs this freedom here in Autumn to build a life for herself after everything was taken away from her. Feyre, for all her faults, needed to be loved in a way that was different from how her sisters loved her, and now she seems to have that. Elain… Elain has been coddled by both of them, from what I’ve heard. She needs to stand on her own two feet and figure out what she wants and how she can navigate this new life by herself.”
You picked at one of the threads of the cushion. “And you want to help Elain do that? Even if it means she severs the bond?”
He nodded. “Yes. I will not lie and say I would not be upset if she chose to do so, but she deserves the choice. We all do. Besides, isn’t Nesta planning on severing her bond with Cassian?”
“We don’t think there’s even a bond.” You admitted, stomach fluttering with nerves at the mention of Cassian’s name. The three of you still hadn’t figured out how you’d deal with that. “It’s a touchy subject. But we know he isn’t her mate.”
Lucien’s brows furrowed. “But Rhys said Cassian was her mate.”
“And you’re going to suddenly start taking his word now?”
“Point taken.” He corrected himself. 
“Something about the whole situation is just weird.” You muttered. “Maybe a link between them is some kind of punishment from the Cauldron. Azriel is investigating it secretly.”
Your friend raised an eyebrow. “He’s still in the Night Court? After everything he did to go against Rhys?”
“Yup. I think Rhys knows he’s too valuable to lose at the end of the day, which is why his head isn’t on the chopping block. Azriel is good at playing both sides I guess.”
That comfortable silence fell over you for another few minutes as you happily existed in each other’s company. You huddled into Lucien’s warmth, begrudgingly knowing Eris was right and this had been worth getting violently dragged out of bed.
Later, you would think of ways to thank him.
An idea formed in your head as you thought of your mate. You propped yourself up, turning to face your friend. “Lucien?” You asked hesitantly.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Can I ask you to do something for me?”
“Sure.”
You took a deep breath, wringing your hands together before blurting out, “Would you walk me down the aisle at the wedding?”
Lucien blinked in surprise, and then a grin spread across his face. “Really?”
You smiled. “Yes. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have giving me away.”
“Giving you away? I thought you wanted to smash all archaic male-oriented traditions in this court.”
“Don’t be an ass.” You smacked his arm playfully. “I do. But… I won’t have any of my family at the wedding like I always imagined as a child, and you’re the next closest thing. I just want you by my side, that’s all.”
Lucien reached forward, wrapping his big arms around you in an embrace. “Of course I will.” He muttered, squeezing you tight. “Thank you for allowing me the honour.”
The dragons screeched happily in the distance, reflecting the content you felt in your chest. So you inhaled your friend’s familiar scent mixed with the fresh autumn air. Everything you had done to get to this point was all worth it.
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You all but skipped down the hallway towards Eris’s office in the private library. After hours of talking, Lucien had left to go on a ride through the forest with Lirilla. You had briefly bathed and changed, freshening up to remove the lingering mustiness from your body after the sleepover and alcohol. 
You felt ten times lighter as you swung open the door with a force so strong the expensive knob bounded off the wall. Eris’s head snapped up from where he sat in a plush armchair, a mountain of papers in his hand. He was dressed in a billowy white shirt, the laces at the neckline undone and ever-so-slightly pushed open, revealing part of his toned chest. Red hair was tied back loosely behind his neck, and he raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the fire?” He asked dryly.
You simply bounded across the room in three steps and flung yourself into Eris’s arms, crawling into his lap and pressing your lips against his. His eyebrows shot up and he let out a muffled noise of surprise, but brought his hands up to your hips and pulled you closer. He tasted like cinnamon and coffee, melting in your mouth as you kissed him fiercely. 
Your skin tingled at the sensation of his hands on your hips as they slowly crept downwards, giving your backside a firm squeeze. The mating bond was practically purring in your chest at the contact, urging you to give into your desires. But you reigned yourself in, finally pulling your lips away from Eris’s after your lungs begged for air.
The High Lord smirked up at you, face flushed from your kiss. “I take it you liked your surprise?” His hands stayed on your backside, gently gliding up your hips then back down.
You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. “You’re amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
He chuckled, letting his lips drag over the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You’re very welcome, my dear.”
You pulled away, tangling your hands in Eris’s hair, tugging on the end of the locks right by his scalp. The High Lord tilted his chin back and let out a breath, eyelids fluttering as he grinned. You leaned down and pressed your lips to the column of his newly exposed throat. Underneath you, Eris shuddered as you grazed your teeth up his warm, pale skin before pressing a kiss just below his jaw. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, little fox?” He asked, but his voice was strained, hands gripping your hips tightly.
“Thanking you.” You purred, moving your head to the other side of his neck and repeating your actions.
Eris swallowed thickly, but chuckled. “Oh, sweet thing. Thanking me properly will have to wait until after the wedding.”
You leaned back, sitting up and frowning with confusion. Your mate’s subtle rejection stung slightly. “Seriously? I didn’t peg you for the wait until after marriage type.”
“I’m not,” He corrected, sliding his hands up from your hips and onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him once again. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to take you against this very desk and bury myself between your thighs until time loses all meaning. But I have plans for how I want to fuck you, the both of you. And it involves waiting a little longer. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, but stuck out your bottom lip ever so slightly. Eris smacked your rear sternly. “Don’t pout,” He scolded. “Brats don’t get nice things. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“When I feel like it.” You shrugged playfully. Eris’s grin widened like a cat that had just eaten the canary.
“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you.” His voice was a slick purr, heating up your skin as if his very own fire was running through your veins. Eris pressed a kiss to your cheek, then tapped your hip. “Now, I hate to brush you off like this, but as you can see I have a mountain of paperwork to get through before the wedding to make sure everything is in order. Nesta needs your help in the main hall, she’s all alone with those wedding planners and threatened to shave my head if I don’t send you to her the second you’re done with Lucien.”
You crawled off his lap, rolling your eyes playfully. “Aw, poor High Lord has paperwork.” You said mockingly. “You poor pampered thing.”
Eris shot you a glare. “Careful, little fox. Soon enough you’ll have your own mountain of paperwork as High Lady. That is, if you actually want to help me run this court. Unless you’d rather be like little Archeron over in the Night Court and be just a pretty face.”
You crossed your arms defiantly, knowing he was right. “Fine.” You turned on your heel to exit the study, cringing slightly as you noticed the chip in the wall from where you flung the door open.
“Little fox?” Eris called out.
You turned to face him at the door frame. “Yes?”
Eris’s smirk was devilish as he said coolly, “Do not seek out Nesta to satisfy your desires. She and I have already discussed the matter and are on the same page, so she will say the same thing I have told you, that you have to wait until after the wedding. And don’t you dare try to satisfy your urges on your own. If you do, I will know.”
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luvangelbreak · 2 months
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Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: none? word count: 1.2k a/n: hi!! this is my first fanfic on here so im still getting used to the tumbler format but this will be a series. pls lmk ur thoughts or feelings or concerns or all of the above <3
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pov: third person
Layla walked down the busy hallway, making a B-line for her locker that was further away than she needed it to be. She didn't want to be at school any more than she had to. The only reason she still went was to ensure she didn't get expelled for her attendance or lack thereof. Her shoulders were slouched as she pushed through the busy narrow hallway, her peers rushing to their classes.
The bleached blonde girl didn't care if she was late to her English class, it was the easiest class for her to pass even if she wasn't there. As the hallway started to filter out, she reached her locker and quickly punched in the numbers on her padlock. She swung the door open lazily, regretting her choice of rolling out of bed already but knew she might as well follow through with her choice now that she was here.
After throwing her bag into the locker, sliding her phone into the pocket of her black sweatpants that matched the black hoodie she wore. As she always did, she had her black leather jacket over the top since the cold Boston air seeped into her hoodie easily. She left her headphone in, grabbing her books for English even though she knew she would barely use them. She slammed her locker closed, easily heading to her English class now that no one was in the hallways.
She reached the closed door that was her class, swinging the door open and instantly felt the eyes of her peers bore into her. She closed the door, her teacher giving her an unsatisfied look but clearly not surprised.
"Layla, you're late," her teacher stated the obvious and Layla resisted the urge to roll her eyes, hearing that sentence at least twice a day.
"I'm aware," she replied blandly, earning a scowl from her teacher.
"Take a seat," Miss Piler demanded and Layla didn't respond as she slid through the students, eyes pouring into her. She brushed their looks off, being used to it by now, "And take your hood off."
Miss P glared at Layla as she sat down in the back left of the classroom. With a sigh, she slid the hood off of her head, her hair still covering the headphone that was playing music at full volume in her ear. The lesson continued as per usual but Layla could feel someone looking at her as she stared at the wall blankly.
She turned her head to the right to see a pair of blue eyes staring at her from across the room. She instantly recognised the cocky smirk that was plastered on the brown-haired boy's face, rolling her eyes as she looked back to the wall in front of her.
"What are you looking at dude?" Chris whispered to his brother who was looking to his left before he spun around to face Chris again.
"What?" Matt whispered back and Chris leaned back, looking over his brother's shoulder at what he was looking at, realising he was looking at Layla.
"Why were you staring at her?" Chris questioned, keeping his voice low so that the teacher wouldn't scold them. Matt shrugged, a smirk still on his face as he looked back to whatever the teacher was writing on the whiteboard, hardly paying attention.
"Was just looking," Matt mumbled back, giving a vague answer. He heard all the rumours about Layla, how much bad news she was. He also heard all the rumours about himself, all of the lies that people conjured up to make him seem better than he was. He wondered if it was the same situation with Layla, if the rumours about her were lies people made up to make her seem worse than she was.
The rest of the class, his mind wandered to all the things he had heard about her, realising that he never paid much mind to her. That wasn't unusual for him, he never paid much mind to most people except his immediate friend group.
Layla sat in the corner, drumming her fingers against her desk to the beat of the songs that played in her ears as she scribbled random doodles on her paper. Since English was the one subject she found came to her easily, she spent it daydreaming. She wondered why Matt was staring at her, he had never paid any mind to her before.
She didn't want to let it bother her, people stared at her all the time at school. But for the most loved guy in the school to be staring at her, it felt weird. He only paid attention to his friends on his hockey team and the cheerleaders that were always neat and tidy with their hair and makeup done pristinely, their outfits put together and a tad bit revealing but never enough to get dress coded.
Before she knew it the bell rang loudly through the school, interrupting her thoughts and students lept out of their chairs, desperate to talk to their friends in the hallway before their next class. Layla followed behind her peers, always being the last one to leave the room and the last one to enter.
After doing her routine of trudging her way back to her locker, grabbing more books she needed for her next class and being told she was late, again, she realised she would have to continue this cycle until her lunch break which was at 5th period.
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Layla had finally made it to her lunch break without leaving the school and she decided that she would give up on her last classes of the day, her brain already half-fried from the math and social studies classes she had just endured. She pulled her bag out from her locker, throwing the heaping pile of math books back into her locker with a groan. She suddenly felt a presence next to her and she looked to her left to see none other than Matthew Sturniolo.
"Hi," he beamed at her, leaning against the locker beside hers as he crossed his arms, his letterman jacket rustling as he did so, "I'm Matt."
"I know," she blandly replied as she started placing the books that she needed to take home into her bag.
"You're Layla, right?" he asked, earning nothing but a quick glance at him from her deep brown eyes, "I don't think we've ever actually talked."
"I wonder why," she mumbled sarcastically, only driving Matt to talk to her more. She observed him from her peripheral vision, taking note of his brand new blue jeans and white air forces.
"What class do you have after this?" he asked, clearly wanting to keep the one-sided conversation going that she had no interest in. She slid the bag onto her shoulder, sliding her hood back on.
"None," the quick reply from her didn't stop the dark-haired boy's attempts to talk to her further.
"What do you mean?" he asked, pure confusion on his face as she slammed her locker closed, turning to face him with a deadpan look.
"As in, I'm leaving," she spoke slowly as if she were speaking to a child and Matt nodded, biting his lip so he could think of something to say before she left.
"Mind if I come with?" he asked hopefully and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
Not thinking he was serious, she replied with, "Knock yourself out."
She began walking down the hallway, hearing the rattle of lockers behind her as she walked towards the exit with her squeaky old white high-top converses. By the time she reached the door, she heard a pair of footsteps jogging down the hallway and she turned around to see Matt holding his backpack on one shoulder with a smile still on his face. With a roll of her eyes, she opened the door and he followed behind her shortly.
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asbealthgn · 1 year
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here is the last one!! thank you so much to everyone who has read these it’s been a delight but also i am NEVER posting a fic like this again lmao (this one can be read alone btw!)
Winter 2007
Steve wakes from fitful dreams to an empty bed and briefly panics. Even after twenty years, he’s still haunted by memories of the Upside Down. He still gets worried when he wakes up and can’t see Eddie. 
He pushes back the covers and gets out of bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floors. He tugs a robe on to combat the cold and then opens the bedroom door. As soon as it’s open, he hears Eddie’s voice singing quietly and he relaxes. Steve pads softly down the hall to the living room. It’s dark, but he can see Eddie by the window, silhouetted by the streetlights. He’s rocking their daughter in his arms.
Steve leans against the entryway and listens to his husband sing in his soft, husky voice. “There’s a place I like to hide, a doorway that I run through in the night. Relax, child, you were there but only didn’t realize and you were scared. It’s a place where you will learn to face your fears, retrace the years, and ride the whims of your mind.”
The floorboard creaks under Steve’s foot as he shifts his weight, and Eddie stops singing. 
“Hey,” he whispers, looking back at Steve. Steve pushes off the wall and moves over to the window to join him, putting one hand at Eddie’s waist and the other on his arm by their daughter’s head. 
“How is she?” Steve asks quietly.
“She’s good,” Eddie murmurs. “She was crying, but she’s her father’s daughter so she went right to sleep when I started singing Queensrÿche.”
“What a good girl.”
Smiling, Eddie turns his head to kiss Steve. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he says, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Take your time,” Steve says. He bends over to press a kiss featherlight to their daughter’s forehead, then kisses Eddie once more before heading back to their bedroom. 
Before he closes the door, he takes one more look at Eddie. He’s started softly singing another song. Steve takes in the sight—his husband and his daughter. There are still nights when he wakes up screaming from nightmares, nights where he’s not sure if he’ll ever see the sun again. But nights like this when he gets to watch his little family that he’s always wanted and didn’t know if he would ever have, he feels so happy he could burst. 
On nights like this, life is beautiful.
(part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21)
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bratshaws · 2 years
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goodness gracious 25. brb x oc
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THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!
a/n: god i love them. i love them so much guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES I CRIED A LITTLE IN THIS CHAPTER OKAY? MAYBE I DID IM ONLY HU MAN
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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff then smut, Bradley being protective, then horny, then completely whipped. PiV sex, dirty talk, shower sex uwu
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This Halloween celebration Penny did for the bar surely called in a lot of people, more than the usual patrons, which meant the girls were busy trying to serve everyone else. Rooster didn’t mind, he knew that was Bea’s job, but he did mind how some guys kept looking at her.
Specifically there was a group of four men seated on the booth closest to the bar, no costumes so it was easy to identify them amongst the crowd. Ever since he saw the off brand Vanilla Ice yesterday looking at Bea, he was able to notice those guys immediately, his sunglasses made it easier to play as if he wasn’t looking. But he was.
The guy wearing a light blue polo shirt, whom he assumed would be the ‘leader’, stood up from the booth to get closer to the bar top. Beatrice smiled politely, staring at the man as he leaned on the bar top with his arms folded. Rooster watched her reactions, holding himself back before he just stood between the two.
Her soft smile faltered for a second, then she laughed apologetically while shaking her head, the word ‘boyfriend’ leaving her lips. The guy however, didn’t seem deterred, he actually leaned closer to Beatrice who now had her eyebrows furrowed and her smile was much smaller. Rooster’s jaw clenched briefly before he pushed himself to his feet, leaving the group to get to the bar, taking the space next to the guy and catching the end of his sentence “-- I’m not from around here, you could show me around.”
Beatrice’s eyes moved to Rooster the moment he seated himself, but she didn’t say anything, just sent him a worried look, “Oh,I don’t think it’s a good idea.” she says, then excuses herself to go to the opposite end of the bar. Leaving Rooster seated next to the guy hitting on his girlfriend.
The guy in the polo shirt tsked, leaning back on his seat with a wry smile, “Women.” Rooster just sipped his beer in silence, so the guy continued “They always play hard to get.”
The sharp inhale that came from the pilot couldn’t be heard thanks to the music and noise around the bar, but he did flick his narrowed gaze towards the dude “Sometimes they just aren’t interested.” he says simply, setting the beer bottle back down. But the guy in the polo shirt just shook his head.
“Nah, man. Girls like her? They are thirsty for attention.”
The muscle on Bradley’s jaw popped and he felt the flicker of anger inside of him,”Girls like her?” he questions in a quiet voice “What is that supposed to mean?”
Polo shirt guy snorts “I mean…she is pretty, but she isn’t the model type you know? She’s just a bit more desperate than others.”
Rooster clenched the bottle so tightly he was sure it’d smash at any moment now, rolling his jaw back and forth as his teeth gritted together, “I dunno man,” he says through clenched teeth “She has a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, yeah she said that to me too,” Polo shirt guy snorts “But we both know she’s just saying it, right?”
Okay, that was the final straw. 
Rooster set the beer bottle down hard, the sound of glass hitting the wood making the guy next to him jump. The pilot turned to face the man, leaning on his elbow while he straightened himself - he was at least a head taller than he was, even seated - “No, she’s not just saying…you know why?” he had a grin of satisfaction when he leaned his head closer to the polo shirt guy and his eyes widened “Because I am the boyfriend.”
“...oh, u-uh..”
“So, here’s how we are going to do this.” he claps a hand on the guy’s shoulder, the weight of it making the man stumble even seated “She’ll come back here and you will apologize to her, then you’ll leave. Because if you make my girl uncomfortable or any of your clown friends do anything to make her feel bad, I will personally deal with you.”
“I-It was just a joke, man.” 
“You are the only joke around here.” he snarls, digging his fingers on the guy’s shoulder hard enough he could feel the bone, which in turn made the guy wince in pain. Few of his buddies, the more intoxicated ones stood wobbly to their feet trying to figure out what was going on, barely being able to slur out a question but polo shirt just told them to sit back down. Rooster slowly moved his eyes back to the guy squirming under his grasp, lifting his sunglasses to his hairline to keep the eye contact, “And I’m not even laughing.”
Beatrice returns after a while, just in time for Rooster to remove his hand from the guy’s shoulder. The brunette just stares wide eyed when polo shirt rambles out apology after apology, adding that he was a prick for annoying her…which in turn makes Penny turn her head in his direction, saying that if you bother one of the ladies you’d have to pay for the whole bar.
Polo shirt just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, before turning to his drunk friends who didn’t seem like they’d be able to help him out on that. Rooster didn’t care how he figured that out, he was just glad to see him scramble especially when it came to apologizing to Beatrice. She smiled his way, using the excuse of wiping the bar to speak closer to him, “Thank you, Roos.” she says, her cheeks flushed red. Something about him being so protective made her heart beat faster, more than it normally would.
“Oh it’s my pleasure,” he purrs, dropping the sunglasses over his eyes with a flick of his finger, “But unlike you I’m not nice when people come talking about my significant other,” he said the ending of his sentence a bit louder so the group of guys, who were already terrified, flinched under his tone.
Beatrice smiles, sending a brief look to the men sitting together only to see them all avoiding her gaze, “Well, I appreciate nonetheless.” she whispers, “It’s very sweet of you.”
Rooster bites his lower lip with a smile, folding his arms over the bar top. “You are sweet, dressed up so nicely too.” He couldn't handle how good she looked still and how that fabric hugged her curves was driving him insane. He knew there was still time for them to leave but he had plans already for when she was done for tonight. “That outfit is great for you.”
Beatrice’s cheeks flush, rolling her eyes playfully before turning away from him. Rooster admires the sway of her hips when she walks away, unaware of the presence next to him. Evelyn returned from chatting with the pilots,amazingly she allowed Jake to take her there and she didn’t feel…annoyed, not too much at least. Then he started getting too close and she decided to get up and walk back to the bar counter.
So when Bradley looked to the opposite side, he tried to hold back the shock of seeing the black scleratic vision of Evelyn staring back at him,with  an amused smile on her lips. “Hey, uh, thought you were with Jake.” there was a light scoff coming out of her mouth, but she just sighs while shaking her head, her long black nails clicking against the wood.
“He’s gotten touchy, so he is on time out.” she says, earning a chuckle from the other pilot,”I assume you liked Bea’s outfit?”
Like it? He loved it. “I did. She said you were the one that helped her with it?” Evelyn nods, “Well, I guess I’ll have to pay you a drink or something, because she looks fantastic.”
Evelyn’s cheek dimpled into a knowing smile, “Oh you don’t have to, you just have to treat her well and you know, like a woman. Considering certain things I’ve heard, you are doing a good job.” he arches his eyebrows with interest, waiting for her to continue “We both saw the bite marks and hickies you left her, not to mention her ring was missing.She’d never part with it if she didn’t think you’d deserve it.”
Her ring. He had to give it back to her,  probably tonight, he did keep it in his duffel bag after all. Rooster chuckles softly, dropping his head, a part of himself wondering if he did deserve someone like Bea after Evelyn’s words, “Well, I care about her a lot, you know?”
“I know.” Even with her eyes fully black, Evelyn’s gaze softened, “She deserves to be happy, Bradshaw.” The use of his surname caught him off guard, her posture changed in a way it weirdly resembled Cyclone’s “And she likes you a lot, and I mean a lot, to the point she says she doesn’t know how you two ended together.” The posture and the outfit - especially those lenses - made Evelyn look more terrifying than her father ever was.
Rooster frowns, looking back at a laughing Beatrice who was talking to Jeff and his wife, complimenting the woman’s costume before turning her head to face him. Her smile could put the Eiffel Tower to shame with how bright it was. “I don’t like when she thinks like that. It’s like she doesn’t think she’s deserving of…me.” and who was Rooster? He had his own demons too, he shouldn’t be put on a pedestal by Beatrice like that. 
“I know,” she begins, looking back to where Beatrice was, this time her head was turned to another patron, “She went through a lot romantically wise. We tried taking her out many times during college, in the first few months after her break up…but she didn’t want to. I think for her it was easier to guard her heart instead of offering to someone else so freely.” she tilted her head back to Rooster “Then she met you.”
“She had no one before me?” he asked in a shocked whisper, to which Evelyn replied negatively. He frowned, chewing the corner of his lip, not being able to wrap his head on the idea of someone, of Beatrice, not having anyone for four years before he showed up. “...She never told me.”
“It sounds like her…she’d probably overthink about it, fearing you’d want nothing to do with her if she told you.”
“Why?”
“...me and Bea are similar in our upbringings. Overprotective parents,expectations of what you should do, how you should live your life.” the dark haired woman replies, looking down at the cuff on her red suit, “While I butted heads with my parents for many years, eventually breaking free, Bea stayed with her parents for a while, add that to a guy who saw her more of a nuisance than a girlfriend and it fucks your own self-esteem. Some things, especially emotional things, we keep to ourselves in fear that others wouldn’t understand. We put on a mask.”
Bradley could only stare at Evelyn with his face unreadable, but by the way the muscle on his jaw popped it was easy to admit he was bothered by that information. “...she shouldn’t feel like that.” because he is one that bottles up feelings too, except he lashes out in other ways that are less than kind. He closes up, shuts down, he gets snippy and angry because he doesn’t want to talk about it.
The few times he saw her mask crack were the times when he showed his interest. The night he asked her out she looked so hurt, so confused, like she couldn’t understand why he was doing that. Those big green teary eyes staring up at him with suspicion, like this had happened before and her only options would be to guard up and run away before it got worse.
Then during their very first time, he still remembered how her fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, with a strength he wasn’t aware she possessed, holding him still. He remembered how she trembled in fear, how her words ‘I don’t want to disappoint you’ tumbled out of her mouth, hitting him right in the heart like a punch. 
She’d still feel uneasy, he knew, he could see sometimes how she’d look at him then take her eyes away but would grab his hand. As if she wanted to make sure he was indeed real.
“The world can be very cruel with those who are dreamers.” Evelyn says just as softly as before “And romantics.” she looked up when noticing Beatrice coming back to where they sat, “But you’ve been doing well so far. Don’t mess up.”
“I don’t plan to.” he says back, watching Evelyn stand up to walk back to where the others were, purposefully ignoring Jake’s arm nearing her waist. Rooster still had Evelyn’s words echoing in his brain when he looked forward, seeing Beatrice’s sweet smile made his own lips curl up, “Hey again.”
“Hi, you two seemed to be deep in talks.”
He leans on his open hand, resting his chin on his palm, “We were. I was thanking her for helping you choose your outfit.” Beatrice laughs, leaning behind the bar to pick something. “How long until you are free to go?”
“Well,” her voice is a bit muffled, “I think it’s nearing midnight, right?”
Rooster checks his watch, “Yep.”
“Oh, then just a few more minutes!” she chirps, looking up at him from her crouched position, “I’ll just finish some stuff then I’ll talk to Penny.” 
“Sounds good, gorgeous.” he grins, “I’ll be here waiting, okay?” she nods at him, disappearing from his view when another patron called for a drink. When she was gone, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to the empty beer bottle in his hand, trying to see if its amber colored glass could distract him from the thoughts of Bea feeling less than perfect for him.
He knew it wasn’t something that could be resolved so suddenly, but he wanted to help her in any way he could. Tomorrow would be a long day, especially for Bea, and he wanted to ease her mind even if it was for a little bit. The sound of her heels brought him back to reality, her bag slung over her shoulder, “I’m ready.” she says, watching him walk around the bar to meet her once she stepped out, ‘Bye Shells! Bye Penny!”
“Bye honey!” Penny shouts, “Have fun at the wedding tomorrow!”
“Bring snacks!”
Beatrice chuckles, then takes hold of Rooster’s hand before the two walk out of the bar. Since it was dark there was no need for him to keep the sunglasses on, so he slipped it into the pocket of the red Hawaiian shirt, while his other hand squeezed Beatrice’s. She inhaled the air with a smile, “It was fun right?” she asks, shaking his arm a bit. “Everyone dressed up, we tried that pumpkin ale,” he makes a face when she mentions it, “And we also got free halloween candy from Penny!”
“We did?”
“Yes! I got some before I left,” she grins, unzipping her bag to reach inside, pulling out a pumpkin gummy for him to see, “These shouldn’t be as good as they are.” she says before plopping it into her mouth, “They don’t even taste like pumpkin but they are delicious.”
“Ah, then you stole some, did you?” she slows her chewing when he asks, “Why Miss Kyle, I thought you only stole jewelry.”
Beatrice’s lips curve up in a bright grin, her cheeks turning red, “Well, sometimes a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do.” It wasn't her best Julie Newmar impression, but it made Rooster chuckle breathily, leading them to the Bronco. Once both were inside, Beatrice made sure to kick the high heel booties off of her feet, leaning back on the seat with a happy sigh, wriggling her socks-covered toes to move them a bit. 
“You know, I have no idea how I managed to work so long with heels.” she murmured when Rooster gets inside, “My feet are killing me.” she winced when she flexed her foot, a sharp pain shooting from her sole up her leg, “Thank God I won’t have to use heels tomorrow, or else I think I’d just limp around.”
Rooster watches her relax on the seat,lookin out of the window with a smile at the Halloween decoration outside the Hard Deck before he drives them off “I could always carry you.” he says,”You know I don’t mind.”
“Mm, I wouldn’t mind it either, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea.” she says, propping her chin up on her hand as she keeps her eyes on the outside, “I’ll be fine, I just need a shower and slip on my pajamas, then I’ll be okay.”
He sends her a look, following the way the fabric hugged her thighs with interest, “It’s a good idea.” he says with a small smile, keeping the idea he had to himself for now “It will definitely help you relax.”
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She let out a breath of relief when her feet touched the wooden floors of her house, dropping her shoes by the entrance and her bag on the couch, “Finally.” she stretches her arms over her head with a happy grunt “Can you lock the door for me? My keys are on the left outer pocket.”
“Sure,gorgeous.” He follows her with his eyes until she disappears from his view, seeing that the pet gate was still latched on the bottom of the stairs. So as soon as he locked her front door, he sent an apologetic look towards Jolene who honestly didn’t seem too worried as she was lying on the couch with a blanket around her. He locked the pet gate behind himself, pulling out his phone and watch to set it on her desk, slowly approaching the bathroom door.
He peeked inside only to see Beatrice pulling her hair up in a bun then removing the gloves from her hand to toss them on the sink. She reached for the suit’s zipper, her torso twisting towards the door, “Oh.” she smiles, both of her arms up “Hey, I didn’t see you there.” her face pinched in annoyance, her arm moving in place as she groaned, “Oh, great.”
“Is it stuck?” he’s already stepping into the bathroom, right behind her to where he could see the gold zipper glinting under the bathroom’s fluorescent light “I can get it for you.” she muttered a thanks towards him, holding her arms down to give him room. His eyes followed the zipper descent until it reached her lower back, the expanse of pale skin coming into view. 
She inhaled sharply when she felt his hands sliding under the suit, pushing the fabric off her shoulders and arms, exposing the black bra when the top part of the suit pooled by her waist.Beatrice gasped quietly, feeling his lips press a trail of kissed on her neck, pushing her forward until she held herself against the sink “Brad…”
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he whispered against her neck, opening his eyes to see the reflection. Her eyes opened wide, panic written over her irises as her mouth tried to form words, “You really are, you know that?”
“I-I…”
She sucks in a sharp breath when his hands slide on the bottom part of the suit, tugging it downwards until her legs are bare as well. She couldn’t look at her reflection too long, finding things she wanted to change about her body the longer she looked, choosing to focus on anything but herself right now, “Bea, you are.”
“I don’t-.”
He hums, letting go of her body to help remove the black suit from her feet, tossing it to the side of the bathroom. He looked up at her with a smile, pressing a wet kiss on the curve of her thigh, “You are like a goddess.” she gasped, “Almost unreal how perfect you are.”
“R-Roos.” her voice broke a bit, “Why are you-”
“I don’t want you to doubt yourself, not around me. Not when it comes to us.” his eyes turned serious, standing back to his full height,cupping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, “You are more than enough.” her lips trembled with shaky intakes of air, confused and surprised over his words, but not being able to say anything back. He smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, before touching their foreheads, “I think we should shower together.”
“W-What?”
“It’ll save up water.”
“I-I…” she looks back at her own shower, “Would it even work? I mean, it’s not that spacious…”
“We’ll make it work.” he smirks, unbuttoning his shirt while nodding his head to the shower, “Why don’t you go first, I’ll meet you in a few.” Beatrice stares dumbly at him before she snaps back in reality, walking towards the shower with her undergarments still on. He didn’t say anything, but waited until the dark shower door closed shut and he saw her panties and bra being thrown over, landing right next to her toilet. 
He removes everything quickly, tossing his clothes to the side when he hears the water falling down, steam filling the bathroom like a fog. Rooster enters the shower only to see Beatrice is tucked into a corner, with her arms close to herself, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” she says when she notices his eyes on her, “You’ve seen me naked before.” she looks away from him with her upper body turning red, biting her lower lip hard. 
He doesn’t say anything, but he does grab both of her hands so she wouldn’t be hiding herself, pulling her away from the corner and towards the shower stream. Water hits them both, wetting their hair and making it lie flat on their skulls, eventually making both laugh. She pushes the wet hair out of her eyes, then sees Rooster do the same by combing it all back with one hand.
Damn he was attractive.
 “Where’s your body wash?” he questions, looking around the smaller bathroom with built in shower shelves, seeing colorful bottles next to one another until his eyes stopped on a lilac colored one with a specific flower drawn on the label. She reaches for it when he grabs the lavender body wash, but he pulls his arm back, leaving her confused, “Oh no, gorgeous. You stay right there.”
“But-”
He kisses her lips before she could continue, her eyes fluttering shut with her arms draping over his neck, bringing him closer. He smiles against her mouth, putting the body wash aside to drag his hands down the slick surface of her behind, squeezing the supple flesh as she gasps into his mouth. 
Beatrice’s whimpers only get louder when he pushes her back enough till she touches the cold wall, a hiss of surprise leaving through her teeth when the tile hits her warm skin. He pulls his head back to stare right into her eyes, seeing her hooded lids look right back at him, before his head dips to bite down her neck. She moans quietly, arching her back to keep him there, one of his hands climbing up her body to cup her breast while the other remains on her hip bone, “Roos…”
It doesn’t take long for the hand on the hip to travel down,his middle and ring fingers doing a back and forth pattern on her lower lips while his thumb circles her clit at the same speed. Beatrice moans louder this time, her legs spreading a bit more so he could slide in without her thighs stopping him. She mewls in pleasure, feeling his fingers inside and outside of her, while his mouth stays on her neck and his other hand on her breast. “You have such a nice pussy, Bea.” the immediate clench around his finger making him smile, “You take me so well, be it my fingers or my cock, don’t you?”
Beatrice nods without saying anything, only a quiet ‘mmhmm’ left her throat, “Do you like when I fuck you with my fingers, gorgeous?” again another nod, her hips moving forward to meet his hand. He grins, his lips trailing back to her ear, where he continues, “Mmm, you have to use your words~.”
“I-I…” she whimpers, the back of her head hitting the tiled wall, “I-I do…” she lets out a soft scream when his hand speeds up, the hand on her breast leaves to cup her thigh, holding it up to his hip bone to give him more space, “God, Brad please!!” 
“Please what?” he coos against her ear, “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. Do you want to cum?” 
“Yes!!”
“How bad?” he slows his hand purposefully, earning an anguished wail from her, who drops her forehead on his shoulder, “How bad?”
“R-Rooster!God–I need to!!” she can’t even complete her sentence, too busy trying to regain the delicious friction from before without any success. She then feels the pressure building yet again, but he doesn’t speed his finger up anymore, instead he just pulls them out of her without warning. The brunette screams against his trapezius, hips moving, trying to get something, anything before she went insane, “Brad…” she whines, “Please…”
“Yeah,” he pants quietly, the hand that minutes before was inside of her reaches to one of the built in showed shelves, a ripping sound being heard. Since they were farther from the shower itself, it was easy for him to slip the condom, worrying about tossing the wrapper away once they were done, “Yeah, pretty girl, I know.”
She widens her eyes when he picks her up, pinning her to the wall and stepping between her open legs. Beatrice has no idea how strong Rooster truly is since he carries her around like she weighs nothing half of the time, but he lets go of one of her legs to align himself and push inside and holds her up with one hand. Sure it was for a short moment, but good God that was attractive.
Beatrice’s lips part in a breathless moan when he hilts, this time both of his hands are back on holding her legs up, which she locks around his hips by her ankles. He towers over her, his own mouth open, watching her face as he moves, as her arms wrap around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together again, their eyes never closing, soft moans coming out from the two of them as they just looked at one another.
He loved her so much.
She loved him so much.
It was in their eyes, but the words tickled up their throats, begging to be said out loud, so only they could hear it. Beatrice moaned softly while moving her hips to meet his own, the pleasure from before seemed to intensify, before she cupped his cheeks. Their kissing went from soft gentle pecking to deep kisses when his thrusts intensified, the shower jet covering the sound of their lovemaking and moaning. But honestly, even if it wasn’t either of them would care.
“Brad..” she breathes out his name, her whole body bouncing with the force - and speed- of his thrusts “Brad! God I-I can’t–” the pressure inside of her only seemed to grow larger and larger, downright making her whole body buzz with pleasure.
It was his words on her ear again, alongside the quick movements of his hips, that made her break, “Come on Bea, come on pretty girl, give it to me. Cum all over my cock, do it–” her body tensed in his mid sentence, squeezing his waist with her legs and her arms around his neck, a scream breaking free from her mouth when her forehead dropped to his shoulder. 
The inner muscles inside of her didn’t give him too much of a break either, Rooster rapidly tried to go after his own release, digging his fingers on the plush flesh of her thighs with a deep groan breaking the confines of his chest and onto the wet skin of her neck. He huffed loudly, closing his eyes when his hips spasmed for a couple more seconds, still holding her up with both hands as they slowly came down their high.
Rooster still had his head on her neck when he felt her fingers comb through his wet hair, smiling sweetly down at him. He sighed softly, raising his head with a smirk, “Well, so much for showering together.”
Beatrice giggles, cupping his cheeks yet again to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss, “I don’t mind this either.” she says, “Matter of fact, it almost felt like this was your plan all along.”
“Maaaybe.” he drawls off, laughing with her “But I still think we should shower.” He steps back so he could pull out, gently lowering her legs to the wet floor and waiting until she stabilized herself. Beatrice gave him a nod to assure she was okay, watching him step out of the shower to toss the condom away, with the muscles of his asscheeks flexing when he walked. He looked over his shoulder towards her, seeing she was ogling him with interest, “Um, my eyes are up here?”
“You always look at mine.” she says while crossing her arms “I think it’s only fair.”
Rooster heaves out a pained sigh, but he’s grinning when he goes back inside the shower “Enough talking missy, time to get washed up.”
It is a miracle the two indeed manage to get washed up, while laughing and tossing water on each other, kissing and going for a second round - which he had to hurry completely wet to his duffel bag and grab another condom, apologizing for the trail of water he left on the way out.  But when they are done both are now smelling like lavender, which he doesn’t mind, he grew to adore the smell, making the connection with her every time the scent hit his nose.
They lay on her bed in silence, her head on his chest and his hand combing through the slowly drying tresses, as they heard the sound of crickets from the outside. Beatrice sighs, which makes Rooster look down at her, “What?”
Her head shakes negatively against his pectoral, “Nothing.” she whispers, touching the bumps of his stomach with the tip of her finger, “I’m just really happy.”
“...yeah?”
She tilts her head up, pushing her body forward so she could place her folded arms over his chest, smiling at him, “Yeah.” her eyes are still shining, “You make me very happy, Roos.” 
Rooster’s chest expands when she says it, the warmth returning with full force inside of him, “You make me just as happy, Bea.” he murmurs, the hand on the back of her head trails down to her cheek, where Beatrice leans into his touch with her eyes closing, “You have no idea how much.”
She blinks her eyes open, big and green, with long lashes fluttering. “Roos…I want to tell you something, not only because we just…well, had sex but, because I’ve been wanting to say it for a while.” she wets her lips nervously, sucking in a breath of courage, “...I-I love you.”
Too soon, her brain screams, too soon you stupid girl, now he’ll leave. He’ll leave and you’ll be alone. Watch.
But Rooster didn’t move, in fact, he just closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillow with a relieved sigh going past his lips. She blinked in silence, unsure what she should do following this reaction, “I love you too, God you have no idea how good it feels to say it outloud.” he lifts his head from the pillow, watching her cheeks turn the bright red he adored, “I love you too, gorgeous.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
Her brain tried to tell her it was a lie, that he felt pity for her but his eyes were always the most honest part of him. She could see he wasn’t lying, his smile was genuine and he was glowing “....you do.” she repeats, “You really do.”
Rooster understood her dumbfounded reaction, especially from what Evelyn told him earlier that night, “I do.” he cups her cheeks with both hands, “I love you.” he kisses her lips once ,”I love you,’ twice, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” the flurry of kisses couldn’t be stopped, nor could her smile and tears, kissing him back with just as much fervor. She squeaked when he rolled them over on her bed, pinning her under himself to look down at her once their kissing stopped “What are these tears for, huh? Are they happy tears?”
She nodded, sniffling quietly, before finally finding her words, “They are h-happy tears,” she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of the Navy hoodie, laughing softly, “Probably the happiest tears I ever cried.” 
Rooster’s eyes softened, his thumb wiping some of them away before lowering himself on top of her, his chin pressed on the valley of her breasts. “It really feels good saying it out loud.” he repeats, “Been holding that in for…two months.”
She blinks at him, “Two months?” he nods, “I…that’s how long I kept in too.”
The two of them got silent, with Rooster’s eyebrows furrowing, “When did you figure it out?”
“When you were deployed.” she replies, watching his expression go from confusion, to shock then to pure unbridled joy, “Was it the same for you?”
“God, yeah, the moment you gave me your ring I was just hooked, pretty girl. Snagged me right in the heart.” he chuckles, “I probably was even before that, but I couldn’t figure it out that quickly.”
Beatrice’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she couldn’t help it. He loved her and she loved him and they loved each other! She was over the moon, the sun, the whole Solar System! 
Nothing could put her down, especially not the wedding tomorrow, not when she heard those words come out of his mouth over and over again. 
She could handle tomorrow, she thought while kissing him again, she would handle tomorrow.
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heya!! i found out your account recently, i seriously love your prompts! you got such a brilliant mind <3 can i request prompts for two colleagues falling in love? :) (im writing a story about two police detectives, but you don't have to make it that specific if you wanna make it more general)
Police Detectives to Lovers
I was inspired for this, and I want you to know that I love this.
WARNINGS: Mention of gun. Violence. Crimes. Detective things.
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SCENARIOS
1) You push me out of the way before I’m attacked/shot/stabbed. Why? Why do that at the expense of your own well being? We’re only co-workers. 
2) After being hurt in the field, and every single officer not willing to make the drive, you come to my house every night to make sure I’m all right. 
3) We’re working on a case together and we both get trapped in a room/closet/pantry/dumpster/alleyway. Now what? 
4) Stakeouts are bad enough as it is, but stakeouts with you next to me? So close in this tiny car in this back alley? 
5) Your body pressed against mine as you steady my aim. I can’t help but feel like I’m going to pass out because your hands so effortlessly cover mine. 
6) I tackled a suspect before they could hurt you, and you’re fussing over me. 
7) The captain is considering firing you after some insubordination, and I don’t want to alarm you, but if you leave I’m quitting. 
8) I don’t want to work with (x), they’ve been hitting on me since I’ve started working here. I know we barely know each other, but be my partner?
9) Stop threatening to arrest me for being so cute. 
10) After every night, we disassemble our guns and clean them after the precinct shuts down. Tonight, you’re not here. 
11) I can’t help but think about how good you’d be with kids after dealing with a minor victim. All soft tones and little smiles. 
12) There’s always cases that really mess with your head. And I thought I’d be okay, but I wasn’t. You take it upon yourself to sit next to me and be a shoulder to cry on. 
13) …Have you ever considered any other career path but detective, because right now you’re struggling to work the coffee machine and I can do nothing but stare. My God. 
14) I took off my badge after a particularly hard case without any support. Imagine my surprise when you did, too. 
15) After a new trainee gets transferred to our precinct, you decided to take the seat across from my desk. God, nobody is getting anything done anymore. 
16) You suck at interrogation. Move. 
17) It’s a couple’s hotel, and there’s a renowned crime lord in there. Come in, we have this, right? 
18) You want to start sparring after I was caught off guard by a criminal. More often than not, it ends up with you pinning me to the mat. 
19) This kind of work doesn’t leave time for relationships or love. But—I can’t help but want to explore more with you. 
20) After work, you ask me to hang out for the first time to talk about cases and I don’t know what to do.
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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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Hello hello! Heres just a lil teeny Idea I had to spice up this years December. How about we do some Advent Prompts? Heres how it’s gonna work: Im posting this super early so everyone can read the current prompts, then what I need you to do is select your fave and decide on a pairing you’d like to see with it, specifying the sickie (If people do choose the same prompt, i’ll pick whoever said first). Then I’ll add it to the list in blue to show its been taken. Im gonna do some of my own so I’ll keep those in purple. So for example, “Can you do Day1 with Sick Scarlett x Reader” I have no idea wether they’ll end up being drabbles but I’ll post each one on its correct day ;)) ALSO IF UR ON A COMPUTER, THE LAYOUT OF THIS POST IS SO MESSED UP, I APOLOGISE 😭
Empyrean’s Advent Prompts:
Day 1: “Im too busy to have a cold right now!” Scarlett x Reader, Sick Scarlett
Day 2: “Next time I say wear a coat you’ll listen, wont you?” Lizzie x Reader, Sick R
Day 3: "You sound a bit stuffed up, are you not feeling well?" Natasha x Reader, Sick R
Day 4: “Oh honey you look miserable.” Wanda x Reader, Sick R
Day 5: “Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please.” Natasha x Reader, Sick R
Day 6: “Should I pick up some more tissues on the way home?” Lizzie x Reader, Sick Lizzie
Day 7: “Come on, lets get a bath running for you.” Scarlett x Reader, Sick R
Day 8: “I caught your stupid cold!” WandaNat x R, Sick Wanda
Day 9: “You don’t need to apologise for feeling unwell.” Yelena x Reader, Sick Yelena
Day 10: “Let me look after you.” WandaNat x Reader, Sick Wanda
Day 11: “I’ve already called you out of work.” WandaNat x R, Sick R
Day 12: “You sound awful.” WandaNat x R, Sick Wanda
Day 13: “Soup?” Wanda x Reader, Sick Wanda
Day 14: “Oh you poor thing.” Lizzie x Reader, Sick R
Day 15: “Im gonna get you some paracetamol.” WandaNat x R, Sick R
Day 16: “You’re unusually quiet today, whats up?”WandaNat x R, Sick Natasha
Day 17: “You need to look after yourself a change.” WandaNat, Sick Nat
Day 18: “Stop being stubborn and take your medicine.” Natasha x Reader, Sick Nat
Day 19: “How on earth are you going to get better if you keep pushing yourself like this.” Scarlett x Reader, Sick Scarlett
Day 20: “Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.” Florence x Reader, Sick Flo
Day 21: “You sound worst then earlier…” WandaNat x R, Sick R
Day 22: “Please, you need to rest before you start feeling worst.” WandaNat x R, Sick R
Day 23: “What had gotten into that nose of yours?” Natasha x Reader, Sick Nat
Day 24: “Of course you’re allowed cuddles!” Natasha x Reader, Sick Nat
Day 25: “This isn’t exactly how we planned to spend Christmas but I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Lizzie x Reader, Sick Lizzie
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reggies-eyeliner · 1 year
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𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏𝐒 (CLOSED)!
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OPEN 2/26-2/24<3!! (5 SLOTS LEFT! [2/19/23])
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I have not done matchups in ages but THEN I WATCHED Lockwood & Co?? I had this whole epiphany like. WRITING THESE WERE SO FUN HELLO?? matchups will be open from 2/16-2/24! please read through all of the rules :D If a submission doesn't fill out all the requirements, I am more likely to push it off until later, so please make sure to read it carefully! I SWEAR IM NOT GONNA MAKE IT TOO COMPLICATED OKOK LETS DO THIS VAMANOS&lt;333!
(AND YES PLATONIC MATCH UPS ARE OPEN FOR MY AROSPEC/QPR/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP LOVING BABES GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW)
THIS IS LIKE A BUFFET. PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU WANT BABES MWAHAHAHA
FANDOMS (up to two*):
across the spider-verse*
most animated movies (httyd, bh6, rotg^^)
lockwood & co*
stranger things
julie and the phantoms
avatar: the last airbender
the legend of korra
rottmnt**
voltron: legendary defenders
haikyuu
* i've only watched the series so far + i'm about to start the comics/books (and very excited to omg) !! just an fyi that my pairings will most likely revolve more around the characters featured in the series IM SORRY I SWEAR I'LL GET TO THE BOOKS/COMICS ASAP
**exclusively platonic matchups preferred/qpr!
TYPES OF MATCHUPS:
the classic: submit in matchup information + get paired with (a) romantic partner(s)! in return for the matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + a mix-and-match randomized trope explanation! (ex: a blurb about sharing a bed, first time meeting, fake dating confession scene ; ~100 words!)
the Fave Homie(s)™: platonic matchups (my personal fave MWAHAHA)! you'll get paired with as many characters as you'd like<3!! in return for matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + incorrect quotes describing your dynamic between you and your found family/best bro<3
customized schedule: submit what your schedule looks like throughout any day of the week (up to two) + matchup information (platonic or romantic), you will receive: an hourly schedule on what life is like with said character i match you with + the aspects of your life with them! (ex: 8am, wake up by their side + they make you coffee blah blah blah), + a song for each moment of the day to describe your dynamic :D
MATCHUP INFORMATION:
name + preferred gender(s) to be paired with
preferred fandom (up to two are okay, but please let me know which one you'd like me to focus on more!)
platonic and/or romantic + polycule preference etc + preferred age group!!
you can include your sexuality if you'd like to (only if you want me to touch on the aspect on how your matchup will support you because. yeah<3)
giving + receiving love languages
hobbies, talents, things that make you you (think: if this wasn't in my life, how different would i be?)
mbti/zodiac (optional)
personality, how you handle difficult situations
what consist of a good memory for you
favorite songs + music taste/colors/any kind of aesthetics!!
anything that brings you comfort/anything that doesn't give you comfort (can be about a relationship or just in life :-D)
OTHER RULES?
preferably off anon! i'd love to talk to you more after the matchup submission as well MWAHHAHA<333 if you're planning on being anon, an emoji anon would be p cool so we can chat more!
as i'm also a busy student, i will prioritize school-- if you submit a matchup, please be prepared to have up to anywhere from a 1-14 day wait! i'll send you a message that i got your ask hehe
you should totally use a pick up line in my ask box i enjoy pick up lines so much.
OTHER THAN THAT MAN write as much/little as you'd like!
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sturn-wrld · 4 months
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👾 prompts!
✦ these are prompts you can suggest if wanting to send requests! don't feel as if you must follow the prompt exactly or even use a prompt this is just for help! also feel free to copy this prompt list or refer to it but use appropriate credits (myself and whoever i use as inspo for prompts)
✦ also feel free to mix two or more prompts!
most prompts are inspired from @creativepromptsforwriting
coloured are exact copies from prompts and black are inspired or my own
romance:
1. "no one writes songs about the ones that come easy"
2. star gazing in la
3. "thank you but let me cook next time"
4. Wouldn’t it be better to tell her even if the timing is wrong, than to never tell her at all?
5. flirt x nieve nerd
6. flirty x flirtier
7. "Your taste in men is horrible.” “I mean, I'm dating you.” “Like I said, horrible taste."
8. “I think I’m dying and I wanted to tell you ‘I love you’ before I do.”
9. can't spit it out
10. lovers in denial
11. secret relationship
smut:
12. “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”
13. Good people have good sex – anything prior to this relationship is not good for some reason
14. “Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”
15. secret hookups
16. one bed
17. facetime sex
18. “If we weren’t in public right now…”
19. Your hand feels much better than my own.
20. virgin x experienced
21. Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?
22. Come on, don't just undress me with your eyes."
23. “I think your legs were made to be wrapped around my waist.”
angst
24. Pushing me away will not help you."
25. You deserved everything that happened to you
26. revenge
27. Our forever seems to have been short-lived."
28. Ignoring the problems will not make them go away.
29. I'm done. Do whatever you want, but do it without me."
30. Stop trying to make it up to me, you can't!
31. They never thought it would take so much time to say goodbye.
32. Can't you understand why that hurts me?
33. I’m not going with you.
34. Did you really think it would be that easy?
35. fallen out of love
platonic
im happy to write any of their prompts around friendship but some of my favourite lists of theirs are:
friends prompt challenge
group of friends AU prompts
platonic activities for friends
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aro-aizawa · 2 years
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whumptober 2022!
okay im gonna try and get a headstart on writing for whumptober this year because i am determined to get further than filling 5 prompts bc if i can pass that goal then i’ll be in a better shape to keep the momentum going and do even better next year. THAT BEING SAID i v much would love to continue in the same manner and take requests. so! here are the fandom’s i’ll be writing for this year, and the characters i gravitate towards:
batfam (i have almost zero canon info outside of all the movies and whatever i read in fanfics but i love the family dynamics sm, and this is my current hyperfixation so prompts are v much more likely to be filled): - tim drake
miraculous ladybug - marinette dupain-cheng
danny phantom - danny fenton
avatar the last airbender - zuko
fullmetal alchemist - edward elric
my hero academia (maybe - my mha fixation is like the furthest orbit rn so no clue if it’ll come around before the end of october but if the prompt is good who knows - midoriya izuku
you’re allowed to request as many times as you like! however, sometimes i just won’t have any inspo from the request so it might not make the cut, sorry! i’m also pre-emptively replacing some prompts and blacking others out so i don’t have to write anything that makes me feel icky or just isn’t my jam, or so i can write prompts that are v much my jam. so here’s the prompt list!
1. a little out of the ordinary - stabbed / marinette ✔  [ao3]
adverse effects | alt: stabbed | "this wasn't supposed to happen”
2. nowhere to run - caged / izuku ✔  [ao3]
cornered | caged | confrontation
3. hair’s breadth from death - gun to temple / edward ✔
gun to temple | “say goodbye” | impaled
4. dead on your feet - hidden injury / marinette || can’t pass out / marinette
hidden injury | waking up disorientated | can’t pass out
5. every whumpee’s needs - hyperthermia / tim
blood loss | running out of air | hyperthermia
6. proof of life
ransom video | “i’ve got a pulse” | screams from across the hall
7. the way you shake and shiver
shaking hands | seizures | silent panic attack
8. everything hurts and i’m dying - stomach pain / tim
stomach pain | head trauma | back from the dead
9. the very noisy night
sleeping in shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm
10. poor unfortunate souls - waterboarding / zuko
taser | whipping | waterboarding
11. “911, what’s your emergency?”
sloppy bandages | self-done first aid | makeshift splint
12. what could go wrong?
alt: ambushed | cave in | rusty nail
13. can’t make an omlette without breaking a few legs
fracture | dislocation | “are you here to break me out?”
14. die a hero or live long enough to become a villain
desperate measures | failed escape | “i’ll be right behind you”
15. emotional damage
lies | new scars | alt: touch starved
16. no way out
mind control | paralytic drugs | “no one’s coming”
17. hanging by a threat
breaking point | stress positions | reluctant caretaker
18. let’s break the ice
“just get it over with” | treading water | “take my coat”
19. enough is enough - knees buckling or repeatedly passing out / danny
knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | head lolling
20. it’s been a long day
going into shock | fetal position | prisoner trade
21. famous last words
coughing up blood | “you’re safe now” | take me instead”
22. pick your poison
toxic | withdrawal | allergic reaction
23. at the end of their rope
forced to kneel | tied to a table | “hold them down”
24. fight, flight or freeze - blood covered hands / marinette
blood covered hands | “i don’t want to do this anymore” | catatonic
25. silence is golden
lost voice | duct tape | “you better start talking”
26. no one left behind
separated | rope burns | “why did you save me?”
27. pushed to the limit
muffled screams | stumbling | magical exhaustion
28. it’s just the tip of the iceberg - sensory overload / edward
alt: sensory overload | punching the wall | headache
29. what doesn’t kill me...
sleep deprivation | defiance | “better me than you”
30. note to self: don’t get kidnapped
manhandled | hair grabbing | “please don’t touch me”
31. a light at the end of the tunnel
comfort | beside vigil | “you can rest now”
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General Smut Prompts
1. “i need you, right here/now” 2. “louder/quieter” 3. “i dont care who’s outside” 4. “do you want them to hear?” 5. “what if i dont?” 6. “make me” 7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do” 8. “that’s strike 1/2/3” 9. “if you stop, i’ll stop” 10. “no more, please, i can’t” 11. “where are your manners?” 12. “what did you say?” 13. “try again” 14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still” 15. “you don’t get to touch” 16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please” 17. “beg for it” 18. “i said no” 19. “stop pushing, it wont end well” 20. “you look so fucking hot right now” 21. “you don’t need anything, you want it” 22. “say it” 23. “use your words” 24. “i can’t understand you” 25. “i can’t read your mind” 26. “could he/she do it better?” 27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?” 28. “play with me” 29. “you’re such a needy girl” 30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that” 31. “let me focus” 32. “sluts don’t get to make requests” 33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago” 34. “stop talking” 35. “did i give you permission to talk?” 36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now” 37. “you’re fucking soaked” 38. “you make me so wet” 39. “why are you already squirming” 40. “can i ask you for something?” 41. “please don’t stop” 42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this” 43. “i’ve been waiting all day” 44. “does that turn you on?” 45. “i need your fingers” 46. “i want you to fuck me” 47. “do it like you mean it” 48. “scream my name while you cum” 49. “call me mommy” 50. “touch yourself, i want to watch” 51. “come here, now.” 52. “on your knees” 53. “turn around” 54. “bend over” 55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further” 56. “you can barely speak, so cute” 57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl” 58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc” 59. “lift up your leg” 60. “i’m bored, let’s play” 61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass” 62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help” 63. “harder” 64. “let me do it” 65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry” 66. “dont cum until i tell you to” 67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy” 68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it” 69. “what about you?” 70. “it’s my turn now” 71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” 72. “you look so pretty on your knees” 73. “what are you going to do? punish me?” 74. “i think i deserve a reward” 75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty” 76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public” 77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in” 78. “who do you think you are?” 79. “spank me” 80. “choke me” 81. “bite me” 82. “no, don’t go” 83. “you can practice on me” 84. “this is a one time thing” 85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?” 86. “we can’t do this” 87. “i ordered us something” 88. “that looks too big” 89. “are you comfortable?” 90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here” 91. “you bought a vibrator?” 92. “how do i look?” 93. “you taste so sweet” 94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin” 95. “do you want to try?” 96. “you’re so cute” 97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” 98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you” 99. “can we use a toy?” 100. “can i use a toy on you?” 101. “good girl, keep going/just like that” 102. “you’re doing such a good job” 103. “i’m so proud of you” 104. “nobody can know about this, okay?” 105. “how are you so close already?” 106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts” 107. “can you be quick?” 108. “please, i’ll finish fast” 109. “use your mouth” 110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?” 111. “i love your tits/ass/etc” 112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word” 113. “stop teasing me” 114. “i like it when you’re mad” 115. “punish me” 116. “are you going to stop me?” 117. “on the counter/table/etc?” 118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch” 119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?” 120. “i don’t care what the fans think” 121. “i really need to finish this” 122. “this is exactly how i imagined it” 123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?” 124. “everyone else is gone” 125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof” 126. “shut up” 127. “relax, angel” 128. “keep doing that, please” 129. “you feel so good” 130. “your skin is so soft” 131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere” 132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it” 133. “pull my hair” 134. “open your mouth” 135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess” 136. “you’re such a messy girl” 137. “why are you so hot” 138. “fuck, i love you so much” 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” 140. “you’re so gorgeous” 141. “open your eyes” 142. “look at me while you cum” 143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?” 144. “i want you to keep going, forever” 145. “do you want to join me” 146. “you’re not allowed to touch” 147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum” 148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?” 149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night” 150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours” 151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt” 152. “how bad do you want it?” 153. “make me cry” 154. “ruin me” 155. “i want to do so many things to you” 156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor” 157. “i need you” 158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom” 159. “say that again, i dare you” 160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down” 161. “what does this make us?” 162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute” 163. “do you like it when i touch right here?” 164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?” 165. “we could get kicked out for this” 166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want” 167. “let me eat you out while you do that” 168. “can you teach me?” 169. “can i call you mommy?” 170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore” 171. “shower with me” 172. “put your leg over my shoulder” 173. “there’s no one else here, be louder” 174. “look what you did” 175. “i want to taste you” 176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are” 177. “stop being gentle” 178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me” 179. “i want to fuck you so bad” 180. “i want to feel you, inside” 181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…” 182. “you can’t leave marks” 183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you” 184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there” 185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?” 186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you” 187. “use my thigh” 188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?” 189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?” 190. “i still hate you” 191. “this is just sex, no strings” 192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?” 193. “you looked so hot out there” 194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?” 195. “swallow” 196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good” 197. “you heard me” 198. “that was a nice way to wake up” 199. “i want to make a mess of you” 200. “breathe, please”
*prompts courtesy from airaibunny*
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madisonstarss · 8 months
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Fanfiction Request
im going to start doing some fanfic prompts so please have the request rolling in. I will litteraly write for ANY fandom. also i only do x reader. you can also choose mutlitpe, as many as you want
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1) "bite me."
2) "did i tell you to stop?"
3) "you've never touched yourself?"
4) "if you say one more fucking thing, i'm going to make you regret it."
5) "keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."
6)"let me call you mine, just for tonight."
7)"say it again."
8)"you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong,"
9) "it's so nice to have a fan!"
10) "quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—"
11)  "your hands are so soft."
12) "could you maybe— help zip up my dress/shirt?"
13) "why’d you push me off the bed?!"
14)"why must I share a bed with them out of all people?!"
15) "let me just make this clear: I like you for what you do to me, not for you"
16) "how about we treat this like a one night stand?"
17) "friends don’t fucking do this."
18) "isn't it nice? we have privacy now."
19)"can you look away while I change?"
20)"don’t deny it. you were staring at my lips just then. you wanna kiss me that bad?"
SFW
1)“i know exactly how this ends.”
2) "oh, I was just another notch in your bedpost?”
3)"please just let me sleep one night without being disturbed by your antics."
4) "can we talk? what are we? what are we doing?"
5) "you look stupid as all hell right now."
6) "because I think I might like you and that thought in and of itself terrifies me."
7) "but I don't care about what anyone else thinks!"
8) "everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?"
9) "you are going out with them again, aren't you."
10) "i don't really know how to dance..."
11)"can you stay a little longer?"
12) "You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.”"
13)"relax, babe. It's just a cold."
14) "you take that back!"
15) "i wasn't sure how you felt. god, i didn't know how i felt."
16) "can you just hold me for a moment?"
17)"you... you really mean it, don't you?"
18) "why do you keep smiling at your phone?”"
19) "goddamnit, i love you! alright? happy now? you figured out the big secret."
20) "your feet are freezing holy shit!"
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maledollmonster · 2 years
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okay i just need to ramble abt the way super early transition has been so idealized in the trans community in the past few years
like listen. obviously im sure if you want to medically transition, youd like to do it ASAP right? me too!! but i most likely wont have access to hormones until im 20 or older, and the same applies to A LOT of other trans people. and yet, i see kids at like 14 or 15 talking about feeling "invalid" because they can't get on hormones that soon.
and on the flipside, i see so many privileged, white, "trutrans" transmedicalists flexing that theyre like ""oldschool transsexuals"" bc they got on puberty blockers and got hormones and surgery at like 16. like i hate to break it to you, but the ""oldschool transsexuals"" you think youre emulating weren't on hormones until their mid 20s to 30s and even then it took them an agonizing amount of time to actually get them.
the idea that youll absolutely be able to all the hormones and surgery youd like to get between ages 16-18 is literally just not realistic for the MAJORITY of trans people. even if you just say 18, thats not super easy for a lot of us either!! ill be 19 in a few months, and im still pre everything, and thats fucking fine. again, obviously id be on T and getting a top surgery date if i could, but i dont have that opportunity right now.
i just feel like this ideal creates even more dysphoria for already dysphoric people wanting medical transition; hell, even with little to no dysphoria, it can still be really uncomfortable. it pushes this weird standard of transness of like, the only way to be a "good trans" is by: a. medically transitioning at all, and b. doing it as SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. both of these immediately exclude a huge group of trans people and it really fucking sucks.
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sorry im asking a ton of these but they're good questions!
1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out? Would you do it again?
2. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?
7. What fic meant the most to you to write?
8. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
11. What fic was the easiest to write?
13. What were your go-to writing snacks?
14. What was the hardest fic to title?
16. Share your favorite ending line
19. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
23. How did you recharge between fics?
Ahhh these are really good!! They made me think a lot which is super fun and nice :)
Under a readmore because it got super long! Thank you for letting me think on my process some.
1. What's something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out? Would you do it again?
Well, anything that I did this year was pretty new to me, anything that wasn't the style of "A Moment in Mai Trin's Apartment" was my experiment haha.
Do again - poetic smut (Indulgent), switching up POV (Warband Above Self, A Memory of series, See Me Delaqua / I See You Trin)
I think all of those fics turned out fucking wonderful and I loved playing with those themes.
I can't think of anything I wouldn't try again - there is still a lot of room for me to grow and play with stories!
2. What's something you learned about yourself as a writer?
Surprise, I need a break. I pretty much wrote nearly nonstop July-September, paused for my work trip, then kicked it back into gear until the end of October. Kasjory October was A LOT. I enjoyed it immensely, it was a challenge unlike any other I have taken, I don't know if I will be recovered in time for next October it was so much lol.
Writing wise, I have learned a lot about myself stylistically. I am someone who enjoys details but hates writing them. I love characters that are well-developed and it exhausts me to make them. These are just underdeveloped muscles that I will work on in 2023 for sure.
7. What fic meant the most to you to write?
Ooo, toss up between "Reflections" and "We Can't Compromise" - these are both heavily drawn from my real life experiences. Being thankful for my wife taking care of me and how I could have been better in certain ways.... And then every relationship should have that kid talk at some point and WOOF. It's always a doozy. We were lucky that we already knew we were pretty much on the same page, but it's such a tasty scenario to play with.
8. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
Oh! Very good question.... Probably a couple I have in-progress right now, but that doesn't count, so I'll say "In Leather & Blood" because it was a stylistic push and I knew I was writing for a reader that was excited for it, so that was a lot of fun. Besides that, the beginning of "Mysteries in Club Canach" was an absolute BLAST to write. I had a lot of fun with that story when it was fresh.
11. What fic was the easiest to write?
"Marjory & Mai Trin Go Fishing", "Gorrik & Marjory Investigate", honestly a lot of my earlier simpler works where I just played with characters, those were really easy and really fun to write.
13. What were your go-to writing snacks?
Oh! Interesting. I tend to write on my phone almost entirely so I don't really have a good way to snack while writing... I guess Pepsi counts? I love a good vanilla nitro Pepsi. I also eat way too many peanut butter sandwich crackers.
14. What was the hardest fic to title?
Warband Above Self, most of Kasjory October, Tend Your Wounds, Two Very Special Engineers.
16. Share your favorite ending line.
"I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to save you then." (From "Curiosities on Orr")
19. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
Hmmm. I'm not entirely sure what this question means. The closest example I can think of is a fairly significant change I made in "Mysteries in Club Canach" - I took an entire subplot out.
The main plot is absolutely the murder mystery in Club Canach and why Canach is basically keeping Delaqua Investigations in retainer. There was a subplot of Canach using Marjory to money launder and an entire chapter of her handling that with the banks that I scrapped.
Part of it was I didn't want to handle that subplot lol and the other part was it made the story a bit muddy. I'm pretty sure on a computer I could see the full editing history of the fic in Google docs, but since I am not, I cannot share. Perhaps once I get back home!
23. How did you recharge between fics?
Uhhhhh. I'm supposed to do that????
I make up different kinds of stories I guess. Captain Lia and Bo-bo and the pirates is my "relaxation" story to play with. I create choreography and I make plans for cosplay and I try to paint as much as I can. I really have to flex creatively in some way or I go a little crazy.
But I need to get better about putting down my stories before I exhaust myself.
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36 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies
1. How often should you be diapered?
A: all the time, except at work or inbetween changes
2. Do you want your underwear cut up?
A: if I had someone to 'Force' me to (and had underwear for that purpose)
3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?
A: i do usually :)
4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?
A: Maybe?
5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?
A: while getting ready for work, at work or after work before changing or if i have to #2
6. How long should you wear your diapers?
A: until theyre gone and then ill get more, but on a day to day basis 12+ hours or until soggy / leaking
7. Do you drool on yourself?
A: sometimes
8. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?
A: yes
9. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?
A: only sometimes
10. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?
A: only specific people tbh
11. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?
A: nopes
12. Should you be allowed on the furniture?
A: Yes
13. Do you like being a smelly baby?
A: not really, i physically have a hard time messing
14. Does your house smell like piss?
A: nope :)
15. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?
A: full!
16. Do you like to wear plastic panties?
A: sometimes, when im told to but usually im wearing some kind of cover
17. Do you need your diaper checked?
A: it would be nice if i had more people to check/ change me often
18. Do you make humpies in your diaper?
A: yes
19. Do you like messy diapers?
A: sometimes, especially if i have um...encouragement
20. How thick do you like your diapers?
A: i have friends that don't want me to be able to physically close my legs
21. Are you diapered right now?
A: yes
22. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?
A: friends, people who are into it and dm me :)
23. When’s the last time you leaked?
A: a few days ago
24. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?
A: yes and no; if i have to go to work and its not used, i should be forced to wear it again until it is
25. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?
A: sometimes
26. Do you like diapers more than sex?
A: ive played with myself , but aside from that i am a virgin so yes? i guess?
27. Did you make pushies today?
A: pushed but theres nothing coming out
28. Why do you wear diapers?
A: i like the humiliation and loss of control over ones self in dynamics
29. Do you want to be a bedwetter?
A: only partially, thats really something for a partner to decide when/ if i move
30. Do you use a bottle?
A: Sometimes
31. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?
A: i like posessve naming 'mine', [my] kitten / kitty, pet, slave, whore, bitch, pumpkin, hun, kiddo, loser, whinp, property holes
32. Do you enjoy being restrained?
A: yus
33. Do you enjoy doing as your told?
A: within reason :)
34. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult bab?
A: only in private among friends and only until i cum but with lots of cuddles and love afterwards
35. What’s the longest you’re willing to go being diapered 24/7?
A: probably Saturday after work until Monday before work
36. What’s more humiliating than being an adult baby?
A: dm me if you want answers to that~
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