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mickeyswhore · 5 months
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I'm Gonna Kill You
A/N: My first time posting a fic in this brand new side blog, if you enjoy it, please consider reblogging it and if you want more you can follow me.
Summary: Randy is your best friend in the entire world, Billy doesn't enjoy the power he has over you and decides to do something about it.
Billy Loomis x Reader
Warnings: toxicity all around, a splash of daddy kink, filming without consent, a little bit of degradation, death (I mean it's Scream) but nothing gory, let me know if I missed anything else.
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You and Randy were born on the same day, your mothers went to High School together so the two of you were bound to become best friends. Your friendship with Randy is great, the two of you spend most of the time together and you barely ever fought. There is one massive problem in your life and you weren’t even aware of, Randy loves you, he loved you since you stood up for him in kindergarten but you were obvious to his love, Randy was happy to be just your friend but that doesn’t mean he would allow you to have a love life.
You trust Randy with your life, if he says that someone is not good for you, you listen no questions asked. Randy takes full advantage of the power he has on your life, a sick power 
play that you weren’t even aware of. If pressed on the issue, Randy would swear up and down that it is for your own good, but he knows the truth, he’s too scared to admit his true feelings but more than happy to cock block you without you being aware.
Being a virgin was one of your main concerns in your otherwise uneventful life, you had Randy as your best friend and a few acquiescences mainly Sidney, Tatum, Stu and Billy. You loved hanging out with them even if you weren’t as close, Stu made you laugh to the point of almost peeing your pants, Sidney and Tatum were extremely and the three of you went shopping at least once a fortnight. The only person you didn't spend time with was Billy, not because you didn't like him, quite the contrary he simply intimidated you too much to allow you to exchange pleasantries with him, his piercing chocolate brown eyes made you all warm and tingly inside. 
You never said anything to Sid and Tatum because Sid and Billy used to be a couple in Elementary School and Tatum was her best friend, Stu was too much of a jokester to take anything seriously and he would run to Billy and the two of them would probably laugh, not because they were cruel but simply because Stu would never take this seriously. Then there was Randy, the only person that knew everything about your life except this major crush on Billy Loomis but life goes on.
Casey Becker and her boyfriend were murdered and the whole town was on edge, and Randy was going on and on about horror films and you thought it was in poor taste, this isn’t a film! People are dead! So you gave him the bullshit excuse of getting your period and you basically qucicked him out of your house.
You decided to go to a coffee shop and just be alone for a change, you said hi to the barista gave her your order and after getting your drink you were sitting down by the window. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular but Billy Loomis came to the forefront of your mind, as he usually does. His eyes, his lips, his hair. As if it was on queue, Stu Macher spots you from across the road and ran towards the coffee shop.
“Stu, how are you?” You smiled seeing him, maybe that meant Billy was nearby? Stu didn't miss your eyes wondering, looking for Billy.
“I’m good, you know? Hey, would you like to hang out? Tatum is busy right now and you’re super cool, so…” Before you could he was getting your bag and helping you get up, you simply laughed and followed him, you truly enjoyed his company.
You’ve to Stu’s house a couple of times but only with Randy, maybe this was a good opportunity to actually be friends with Stu. He opened the door for you and allowed you to get in, he was helping you remove your jumper when you heard Billy’s voice.
“Where the fuck were you? Did you bring the…” Billy stopped in his tracks when he finally saw you, and Stu couldn’t stop grinning. Billy wanted to get alone with you for ages but Randy was always there, Stu really did him a solid.
“Oh man, I totally forgot I ran into her and totally slipped my mind. I’ll be right back, you don’t mind being here with Billy, right?” You looked at Billy who was already looking at you and you looked down and shook your head. “Okay, bye.” And just like that Stu was out of the house.
You still kept your gaze down, playing with your shirt. It was so hard to keep eye contact with Billy Loomis.
“Hey, we can watch something on the TV.” You simply followed Billy but still keeping your gaze down, Billy thought you were the hottest girl at school and now he has you all to himself, he really needed to thank Stu later. The two of you sat down and Billy decided to break the silence. “You don’t like me very much, do you doll?” You finally looked at him with a frown on your face and Billy was smirking. “There she is.” He whispered with a hint of a smile on his face, his thumb went to your chin and goosebumps rose all over your body, Billy wasn’t blind to the effect he had on you.
Billy wanted you since the two of you were freshmen, but Randy was always hanging around you like a leach, in Billy’s eyes. He wanted to kill Randy as his and Stu’s first victim but Billy wanted Randy to suffer after hearing the two of you talking. Randy let it slip rather loudly that you and him were still virgins and Billy thought Christmas came early. He wanted you for the longest time and finding out he was going to be the first man in your life, to touch you, to make you cum? His cock got incredibly hard just thinking about you moaning underneath him, riding him and eating you out like you were his last meal.
“I like you, Billy…it’s just that…” You took a deep breath, how could you explain your predicament?
“You don’t want to hurt Randy’s feelings?” Billy almost believed his own tone, it felt so sincere and honest, he almost wanted to laugh at the relief on your face.
“Yes, we’re not dating or anything.” You wanted especify, and Billy smiled. “But he’s my best friend, literally since day one. And I have no idea why he doesn’t like you very much.” You started playing with your nails and Billy raised your chin to look in your eyes, his piercing gaze was giving you burtterfiles in your stomach.
“We can take this slow, yeah? I want to do this right and take you out for dates and you be my girl, yeah?” Billy looked at you expectantly, and you nodded biting your lip. After that, he kissed you. He couldn’t believe that he finally got the girl of his dreams.
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It has been months since you and Billy started dating, and you couldn’t be happier even with the killings getting progressively worse. You had Billy to protect you, so things weren’t as scary. The only problem was Randy, he comes to your house unannounced and Billy has to hide and it’s always when the two of are about to fuck, it seemed that Randy had this radar to find out when you were about to lose your virginity and it was driving you and Billy insane. You were more than ready for this and Billy had major blue balls for months.
The two of you were now at school, talking in the hallway. Billy wanted nothing more than to take you to the nearest bathroom and fuck you in the stall but he knew that you deserved much better than a quick and cheap fuck, you were his dream girl.
“I asked my parents for the lake house this weekend and they allowed. I can pick you up right after school, is that okay?” You nodded and smiled, you couldn’t believe how romantic and thoughtful your boyfriend was. The two of you were very good in not having PDA at school but you were so excited that you kissed him and Billy was more than happy to oblige. 
His hands went to your waist and yours went straight to his hair, Billy’s hnads were about to land on your ass when the two of you heard his voice.
“Unbelievable.” Randy yelled and you stopped kissing Billy, you had a guilty look on your face but Billy was angry. “You’re with him? Mr. I am clearly a serial killer.” Billy was about to beat Randy up when you stopped him.
“Look, Randy. I am so sorry for not telling you before but saying this shit about Billy is not cool. If you can’t accept him, don’t talk to me again.” You grabbed Billy’s hand and walked away while Billy had the biggest grin on his face. Once the two of you were outside, he hugged you.
“Are you alright? I know how important Randy is to you, I don’t want to get in the middle of your friendship.” Billy was selling this so well, and you just smiled and shook your head.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever! And no, don’t ever say that, Randy will come around eventually. I don’t want this to stop our little getaway.” You were going to handle Randy later after you spent time with your boyfriend.
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Billy’s car stopped right in front of the house, it was so pretty and quiet you loved it. Billy took both of your suitcases and guided you to the front of the house. The door was opened and everything inside was very rustic, it was perfect and apparently Billy’s parents had people come and clean in preparation of your stay there, they were always so thoughtful. Billy put your suitcases on the floor and looked at you.
“So, do you want a tour of the house?” He smiled at you.
“Start with the bedroom.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist and Billy did exactly that.
He opened the door and dropped you on the bed, even though you were a virgin Billy could tell that you liked it rough. Every bite that was a little too rough, you had to stop yourself from moaning and rubbing your thighs together, every whispered ‘good girl’ on your ear made you sigh and bite your lip and one small ‘my little slut’ made you moan.
“I’m gonna fuck you right now, baby. Is that what you want? I wanna hear you beg.” Billy started kissing your neck and biting it and nodded your head fervently. You wondered if people could die of horniness for a second. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want from me?” Billy was taking off his shirt and still kissing you.
“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” You put your hand over your mouth, he wasn’t supposed to know but Billy had the biggest grin on his face.
“Yeah? You want daddy to destroy your little pussy even though is your first time? Is that what you want?” Billy finally started removing your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
“Please, daddy. Fuck me, I need it please.” You didn't care about sounding needy, Billy was your boyfriend and you loved him and he loved you.
Billy’s cock was so hard and you could see how big it was even through his underwear, your mouth was watering at the sight.
“Does my needy little slut wants me to fuck her throat?” Billy removed his underwear and you could see his cock leaking with pre cum, it has been so long since he fucked anyone.
“Yes, please daddy.” You got on your knees and looked at him with the biggest innocent eyes he has ever seen, fuck Billy could cum right now just by looking at you.
“Open your mouth, baby.” You did exactly that, you licked the head of his cock tasting his pre cum and you slowly started to take him in your mouth. Billy was very patient and you took his cock so well, Billy out his head back and groaned loudly. He also made sure that the camera was at the right angle.
Billy’s hands went to your hair, you were hollowing your cheeks and also playing with his balls. He held your head in place and started to fuck your throat, the noises you were making were pornographic and Billy loved every second of it.
“Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Billy removed his hands from your head but you kept sucking his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Billy came, thick ropes of cum down your throat and you swallowed it all. You were still on your knees and you opened your mouth you to show Billy that you swallowed it all. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” He helped you get up and kissed you passionately, he finally removed your bra and took one nipple in his mouth, now it was your turn to get your hands on his hair, Billy carefully laid you on the bed and removed your panties.
Billy opened your legs started sucking on your clit, he was relentless and again your handd went to his hair. You were moaning and panting, the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your pussy is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Billy was enjoying very much seeing you fall apart with only his tongue.
Your moans started getting louder, and the grip on his hair got stronger. Billy’s tongue was working faster to bring your orgasm quicker, he also inserted a finger to slowly start stretching you out. He was was observing all of your reactions, how your legs were shaking and how your moans were louder by him finger fucking you.
“Billy, I think I’m gonna…” You knew your body very well, but this was different.
“Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum all over my face.” Billy sped up his ministrations on your clit and you pulled his hair and you came hard, your eyes were shut and pleasure that you never felt before ran all over your body. When you finally came to it, you felt under the bed wet, quite wet. When you looked over, you started panicking.
“Oh my God, Billy I’m so sorry. I have no idea why this happened?” Billy shushed you and kissed your forehead.
“No, baby. You just squirted and it was hot as fuck.” He kissed you and he laid on the bed again.
Billy pinched your nipples and you moaned into his mouth, his hands were all over your body and vice versa. Billy was about to burst, he was painfully hard again and he couldn’t wait to fuck you.
“Are you ready, baby?” Billy put his hand on your cheek and his eyes were looking into yours and you’ve never felt more connected with him before.
“More than ever, Billy.” 
“Okay, I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts, alright?” You nodded and Billy positioned his cock at your entrance, he was looking at it then at you.
You felt his thick and veiny cock on your pussy, Billy had to contain himself and not cum at that second. Your velvety walls milking him, Billy was groaning and moaning in your ear, inch by inch his cock was entering you. Billy was fully inside you now and stopped to compose himself, your pussy felt like heaven to him. You on the other hand was almost passing out from the overwhelming pleasure his cock was giving you and you wanted, no, needed more.
“Please move, Billy.” He obliged and started moving slowly, the last thing he wanted was to hirt you. He found a comfortable pace for him and you. “Harder, please.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and with that all of his self control was gone.
Billy started punding into your pussy with reckless abandon, your nails digging on his back the noises coming from felt like you were in a porno. 
“Do you like that, baby? Is that what you wanted my dirty little slut, huh?” His filthy words were driving you insane. You started clenching around him and Billy started laughing condescendly. “You like that, huh? You like being my little slut?” You only nodded, the pleasure wouldn’t allow you to speak, the noises were louder and louder. “Are you cock drunk already, baby? You can’t even speak right, can you? I want you to cum on my cock, baby.” Billy’s thumb went to your clit and started making hard and small circles, he wanted to see you falling apart.
“Billy, I’m gonna…” You didn't finish your sentence, and you came on his cock and Billy helped you ride out your orgasm. Billy started chasing his own orgasm, you were sensitive but the line between pleasure and pain were blurred and that resulted in more pleasure for you.
“You’re gonna take my cum, aren’t you baby? You’re gonna let me cum deep inside your pussy, imagine if I got you pregnant?” You clenched around him and Billy laughed. “You want everyone to know that you’re my little slut? Walking around with a big belly and huge tits full of milk?” Billy stopped and came with a groan, he was breathless. He kissed you and removed his cock out of you. He laid down and pulled you over to him, he started kissing the top of your head and caressing your arm.
“Did you enjoy that?” You asked and Billy could sense the vulnerability in your voice.
“That was the best thing that ever happened to me, you were perfect baby. I love you.” He kissed your forehead and you mumbled ‘I love you too’ and you fell asleep rather quickly. After making sure you weren’t going to wake up, Billy got up and stopped recording, he couldn’t wait to put his plan into action.
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Randy was pissed, your mom told him that you went on a trip with Billy. I mean what were your parents thinking? Allowing you to be alone with that serial killer? But you were about to come back and Randy was going to do everything in his power to break the two of you up. You never dated anyone before, you couldn’t! You belonged to Randy and he was going to make sure of that, no matter what.
Randy got in his bedroom, he found a tape that was odd he didn't recognise it. He put it in the VHS anyway, and he recognised you immediately, on your knees for Billy Loomis, Randy was about to take the tape and show it to you how Billy is gross and you should break up with him, but he got a call.
“Hello, Randy.” The modulated voice said.
“Billy, you sick fuck. I’m gonna fucking destroy you, she’ll never look at you again.” Randy was screaming, he couldn’t wait to destroy your relationship, that way you would fall for Randy and realise no one but him is good enough for you.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that Randy.” The voice was tauting him and Randy was furious.
“And why is that?” Ghostface opened his closet and was right behind Randy.
“Dead men tell no tales.” Randy turned around but only in time to be stabbed in the neck, after that Ghostface grabbed the tape and left Randy’s house.
Billy was with you when you heard that Randy was killed by Ghostface, he comforted you and said that everything was going to be okay.
“I was angry at him the last time we saw each other, I’ll never forgive myself.” Billy shused you and said that it wasn’t your fault and you couldn’t have known.
Billy held your hand through the funeral and made sure you didn't fall apart, you were so lucky to have in your life. Billy was overjoyed, he had his girlfriend all to himself and he didn't have to hide or worry about the nerd that hanging over her, everything was right in the world.
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b00tyliciousbabe · 7 months
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my baby daddies - ep. 1
my comeback era xx
arón piper x male reader
summary: inside edition the slutty thoughts i have for mr piper xx
notes: hi ppl, hope y’all missed me. i’m back, after like a year of hibernation, with another imagine! hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series (‘the DILFs’ and a surprise one 🤭) so stay tuned! plus y’all better thank me, I lost this draft not once, but TWICEEEE! happy with this iteration though.
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apologies in advance y’all this is gonna be chaotic…and my spanish is very rusty.
you met arón on the set of ‘elite’ because you were in between working with the hair and makeup team whilst designing the costumes. You had familiarised yourself with the entire crew and made loads of friends but from day 1 it was clear that your connection with him was unparalleled. the pinnacle of romantic chemistry. it’s giving one of those moments in the films when the two lovers have their meet cute, staring into each others eyes and the rest of the world is just in their peripheral because at that moment only two people exist - you and him. From then on, the whole crew shipped you guys together, with your work besties ester (who plays carla) and mina (who plays nadia) urging you to make out with him. He too was not exempt from this teasing, and a lot of his fellow male cast mates lowkey pressured him to ask you out. Whilst the premiere was coming up, you began sorting out the final designs for the next season, he ran into the studio wearing nothing but calvin briefs.
“Y/N, you’ve gotta help me.” He said desperately. You were taken aback. You’d never seen someone look so hot while they were needy.
“hey arón, what seems to be the problem?” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “can’t you see I’m practically naked?” You bit your lips taking in all of him “failing to see the issue here” which garnered a chuckle from him. “please y/n i’m so lost right now, i have no clue what to do” arón began panting which made you panic a lil bit. Placing your hands on his chest, you calmed his beating heartbeat “it’s okay, you know i’ve got you” Pulling one of your personal designs from the rack, you dressed him like he was your ken doll.
“i can do my own buttons you know,” he smiled watching you concentrate and manipulate the fabric to accentuate his features “i know but you wouldn’t be able to execute the vision i had for you in my mind” his eyes softened “you base your designs off me?” you looked up and met his gaze. “i’m not tryna give you a big head or anything, because it’s already quite elliptical, but kinda i guess.” he giggled as you watched his smile make his face look even cuter. “awww you got a lil crush on me,” aròn chuckled as you playfully beat his chest. “i mean, you’re handsome af I’ll give you that,” you felt his chest heaving with passion “why do you ask?” aròn held both your hands stopping you from working. “y/n,” you look up, all doe-eyed, surprised at the lack of distance between your lips. he breathed closer, opening the gates to your mouth as he graced you with a peck that lasted what felt like ages. the rest was history; that night he debuted the two of you as a couple to which was met with so much love.
you are at your gushiest whenever aròn smiles. it just makes you feel so happy seeing him so cute and all. stroking his cheek in the morning staring at him grinning in his sleep - probably dreaming of you.
the art of communication has always been strong in your relationship. your spanish-german bf was trilingual and meeting you pushed him to learn more on the side. your spanish was decent, certainly nothing to be proud but it improved drastically working on the show and being with aron. you were also highly proficient in two other languages and so he was adding to your roster. your relationship with him was a testament to the betterment of both people in a couple, you both pushed each other to try new things.
aron’s love language is definitely physical touch closely followed by gift giving, and so it made sense that he would buy you jewellery (even giving you his own) so he could both adore and adorn you. your favourite present he’s ever given you was the ‘A’ necklace he flaunts in a lot of his insta posts. he just loves seeing it around your neck - he’s yours. he even has an ‘A’ tattoo that now always reminds him of you.
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even in the bedroom the necklace pays a huge role:
“my pretty little muñequita, fuck you feel so good.” he praised, railing you painstakingly slowly in missionary. you watched his eyes mirroring your overstimulated expression, as it darkened with his desire for more. you moved to his necklace which swung gracefully with every deep thrust. “ughhh” aròn’s moans got even loader you picked the pendant up and put it in between his teeth to muffle him. the sweat began to drip off his face as he began to imprint his teeth into the crystals, groaning in pleasure. “Nghhhh nghhh nghhh” it was getting too much for him as he dropped it, all red, hot, and bothered, directly into your mouth. You bit it seductively making your bf smile. other times when he’s hitting it from the back in prone bone, your hot bodies are cooled by the ice around his neck providing an amazing sensation when he spurts his warm cum inside you.
aròn is pretty decently hung, a bit on the skinnier side, nothing monstery, but deffo larger than average and it bends to the left. his favourite position is probably missionary; he wants to see the pleasure he’s giving you. the moans, your eyes, your lips, he wants to soak it all up and treasure every single expression you make whilst he’s inside you. you really like cowgirl as you’ve noticed it gets the most laughs and smiles from him, your biggest weakness. aròn loves it as well. the sight of you holding his pecs, bouncing up and down his pole as he grabs your ass sends him into overdrive. “shit mi amor, ughh, fuck, you sure know how to ride my dick.”
his kryptonite is oral. he’s such a whore for that mouth of yours. you guys waited for quite a while to have any nsfw activity because you wanted to establish a deep romantic connection first. so about 6 months into your relationship, you gave him head for the first time and OH MY GOSHHHH. you were coming back from date night, aròn wore an unbuttoned white dress shirt with chains and rings, all styled by you. it was raining and y’all decided to walk around the city and so tour chivalrous boyfriend offered his blazer to stop you from getting cold. you had never been more attracted to him. the way his wet hair laid messy on his head, abs protruded through his drenched shirt, it turned you on. so when you got into his apartment, you grabbed his hand and took him into the bedroom.
“despacio baby” he chuckled. you pushed him onto the bed, straddling and welcoming him with a kiss. you felt him grow beneath your ass, a sign for you to get on your knees. “y/n, wait what are you doing” aròn says as you began to unbuckle his pants. you didn’t hear, your brain too loud with horny thoughts to answer him. “cariño…” he held your hands at his belt. “are you sure you want to do this.” he asked worriedly, knowing how important sex was to you. “i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life” you mirrored his smirk, as he moved his hands, unbuttoning his shirt whilst you pulled his pants to his trousers. His tan cock stood strong, pink tip peaking through his freckled foreskin. he had a light brown bush leading up to his happy trail, urging you to lick down from his abs to his balls. “I’m so hard right now,” you started bobbing up and down and noticed how much of a panter he was. when he was close you started to deepthroat, to which he responded with a loud moan, yanking his dick out of your mouth and giving you the nastiest facial ever.
fucking loved it, as if he couldn’t love you more already…you were such a cockdrunk slut for him.
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music plays a huge part of your relationship. when you guys are in the sheets, the symphony that comes from your bedroom is actually next level. oftentimes, aròn catches you humming and singing in the shower, to your embarrassment. “why are you hiding your face, your voice is incredible.” he praises. for his upcoming album, whilst in the studio, you came to check up on your bf bringing your freshly homemade brownies that you knew he loved. you knew aròn had been having a bit of a hard time completing one of the final tracks. as his team listened back to the record your bf was getting frustrated “ughhh it’s shit!” as he growled chucking song sheets across the room. “y/n you’ve got to speak to him, no one else is getting through to him and we are on a tight deadline” the executives who were present at the times warned. “he’ll be ready, i can assure you” you urged everyone else to leave the room. “aròn.” he didn’t answer. your tone softened, “papí…” you moved to him, noticing how tense he was getting. he looked up at you with teary eyes, hurting at how anxious he was getting. you knew what to do. “come on.” he followed u back into the recording booth. the track was playing, and all you did was talk, he spoke about his issues with fame, love, and life, and it was the perfect outro/interlude. you also added background vocals and harmonies into his tracks and the media went wild for it!
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papa-evershed · 6 months
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If you're up for it, your top 3/top 5 hottest (RJC) characters (and why)? Based SOLELY on looks. Feel free to include gifs, if you have the time. Gotta say, Daniel became my #2 and is competing with Saul Silva for No.1 spot. I mean...Goddamn..🤤🍽️ Is Rob aging like a fine wine or do i just have daddy issues?
I think he's aging beautifully. Aging well doesn't only have to mean a lack of aging, but simply getting better as you do it, imo. When all the features of aging—wrinkles, greys, eye-bags, skin spots, etc, actually make a person look like a more beautifully seasoned version of their younger selves? That's aging well too.
As for Daddy issues, IDK, only you can decide for yourself if it's daddy related. 🤓 I ain't here to judge either way. Don't we all want a dad in the streets but a daddy in the sheets? 🤡
I'll put my top five under a cut! Not only just for the length but general cringe and possible thirst talk. So if that isn't someone's thing they can only blame themselves for continuing to read.
#1. Top honor is undoubtedly Daniel fucking Watson. Because speaking of aging beautifully, it's his most recent role so it was pretty much guaranteed to become my new favorite in terms of looks for that reason alone. I'm never going to be that person who is most thirsty for a role that happened fifteen years ago simply because I like men with some age on them. I want a whole ass man. I want the salt and pepper hair, I want the almost-white facial fuzz, I want the eye crinkles that cut deep towards his cheeks. That shit is sexy as fuck. If I wanted someone that looked like Timothy Chamomile I'd be out here giffing Willy Wonka.
And Daniel Watson is serving. The neck fuzz alone tickles the cave woman portion of my brain and makes me feral.
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He just walks and moves and carries himself like A Man™ but not the sort that has so much swagger that it seems like they're over compensating. Important difference. A bit tired, a bit weary, just all the things I relate to a good, tired, dad. It feels natural and that's what makes it sexy. (Also the belly.)
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And this show is finally giving us proper close-ups and beautiful profile shots. Like you said, based on looks alone, 1000/10. There's nothing to complain about. And another reason it's my new favorite—freckles! They aren't covering the freckles. I just like people's faces to look natural, is that so much to ask for?
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The next four are probably interchangeable, it really just depends on my mood as far as who ranks above who. So don't put too much weight into the order, just know they'd round out my top five.
#2. Saul Silva. Specifically, season one Saul Silva though, because yes I'm still bitter about the hair dye. I realize it was likely bc of DA filming but I give not a single shit, I'll stay bitter about it until I die. Saul ranks this high for the same reasons as Daniel Watson really. A bit of grey, a bit of scruff, just looks natural and delicious.
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^ That look is pure 🔥🔥 and anyone who attempts to claim otherwise (not that anyone ever has) is a lying liar that tells lies. Also, wardrobe is superior in Fate compared to a lot of his other roles. We got a good mixture of casual wear in addition to his little uniform.
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(And also the belly.)
3. Hutch. That's it, that's all I have to say. Just Hutch.
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It's a shame that he died but I get it. If I were some big monster I'd eat his ass first too. Literally and figuratively. 🫡
4. Martin Evershed! Can't leave off my boy Mr. Evershed. Again, for a lot of the same reasons as mentioned above. I prefer him recent. I prefer him with greys. I prefer him looking soft and delicious. What Ackley lacked in wardrobe it made up for in just indulging my Dad™ kink.
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(And also the belly.)
#5. This fucker from Vera, Richard.
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This role isn't talked about much, likely because it was small, but damn if he didn't look great. The scruff, the nose, the plain black tee? Fucking perfect.
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(And of course, also the wee bit of belly. 🤠)
TLDR - I think he looks better the older he gets so my favorite roles tend to fall in line with that and I'm a cave troll that wants men to look as natural as I can get 'em.
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Watched the new Dungeons & Dragons movie and the original D&D film from the 2000's back to back yesterday, which was a very amusing comparison. The new movie was quite good! Its highly standard of course, but its not afraid to be that, who doesn't like a scampy rogue and a gruff barbarian and an ecoterrorist druid wild shaper and all that. Dead moms and daddy issues for an arc as required by law, which is fine as a structure. On that structure is a lot of very fun action scenes, creative directing, and a really good cast, Chris Pine & Justice Smith in particular know exactly how to play their roles, and when has Hugh Grant ever not knocked it out of the park.
It was very smart about limiting down and keeping small the crew, their goals, and what everyone can achieve. Chris Pine's Edgin is presumably a bard, but that just means he plays the lute; he has no spellcasting abilites, no Songs of Inspiration, he is the idea man and he uses his charisma to lead a team like any person would. As I joked, the druid is not a druid, she instead can only wild shape, since that is enough power for one film. Our guest paladin is the same, just a warrior with principles. The team has a sorceror and that is enough 'mechanics' for the squad. What this frees up is a lot of space for worldbuilding; you visit a ton of places in the Forgotten Realms very quickly, but since its just a team of dudes who you understand you spend that time getting to know the setting and the characters. The actual plot has a lot of moving parts, you can be legitimately surprised at times due to that, without giving you things you aren't gonna understand in that plot.
Even with the powerset they have some of the fight scenes need idiot balls to make sense; the Underdark sequence is the biggest culprit there, many many moments of "bro you can teleport, and you can turn into a bird, why are you running on your little human legs?". But its never for things that really matter, a little idiot ball here and then is fine.
Meanwhile *man* is the 2000 film a trainwreck - it has a very stacked deck going against it. It was a film trying to use 2000 CGI to the maximum extent, for which nothing has aged worse - every sequence with a dragon should honestly just be removed. It was shackled with of-the-time humor styles that age awfully, in particular Marlon Wayans porting in the wacky-black-sidekick character archetype that he (as 1/2 of the Wayans Brothers) popularized never works once, it was always cringe my guys and doubly cringe in a fantasy world. I didn't realize this, but its apparently trying to recreate the success of The Mummy (1999)? The male lead is 100% styled after Brendan Fraiser as a leather-clad explorer with the same exact hair, and the female lead is styled after buttoned-up librarian Rachel Weisz. Which, when you know, makes it really embarassing, its a failed attempt at recreation.
The issue is all of these 'ambitions' reduce its ability to be a fun fantasy b-movie. If the dragons were cool obvious puppets, no one would care, thats great! If you just had a fun likeable cast fighting bad guys, you would like them, you would accept it, but they try so hard to be zany and filled with conflict (there is a whole mage-commoner caste system plot line....ughhhhhhh) you don't like any of them. It even simultaneously has a badass action chick on the side while its main female lead is reduced to powerlessness due to plot demands and the romance arc, in the same film, which is *worse* than just having either one.
Also award for literally the worst case of boob armor I have ever seen in my life:
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She better be storing some long-range MK-class explosives in there because otherwise those torpedo tubes are fucking empty.
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The Compromise (Beale Street Blues Part Nine) - Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader
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if you’re new here, here is the link to PART ONE,  PART TWO, and PART THREE, and PART FOUR, PART FIVE,  PART SIX ,  PART SEVEN , and PART EIGHT
“Colonel, I-I’m handlin’ it, alright? I’m takin’ care of it!” 
“Taking care of it? You’re taking care of her, which is the worst possible thing you could be doing! You’re an entertainer, you’re in show business! You have an image to maintain—”
Elvis, who was pacing back and forth in the living room, raised one hand from his hips and gestured outwards. “They’re twisting the headlines!”
“My boy, what matters is not what the situation is, but what the situation looks like. You versus our friends in New York. Who do you believe the public will side with?”
“She—” Elvis began loudly before glancing towards the staircase and taking a deep breath. “Keep your voice down, please,” he continued in a softer tone, “She’s asleep upstairs.” 
Colonel Parker, eyes wide, shook his head. “My dear boy, you—you—” His exasperation prohibited his ability to get out a proper sentence. “You are not a caretaker. This is not her home—”
“This damn well is her home,” Elvis snapped, “so you can forget any thoughts of tryin’ to kick her out.” 
The colonel released a frustrated breath before plopping himself on the couch. “She’s a working woman,” he finally said, “An actress and model. What do you expect her to do? She has a career of her own to think about.” 
“My hope was that you could take care of her too—maybe loop her into a few film projects that I’m doin’, at least until she finds a manager that ain’ her daddy.” 
The colonel chuckled dryly. “My boy, you expect too much from me. I don’t even know this woman.” 
“You didn' know my parents, and yet you gave them Presley Enterprises.” 
“This is different.” 
“How so?” 
“She . . .” The colonel trailed off, unable to state a valid reason. 
Elvis sighed, walking over to the couch before taking a seat across from the colonel. “Sir, listen, I-” Elvis took a breath “I mean no disrespect, alright? It’s just that . . . this is . . . this is more than just me lookin’ out her. And she’s not just some ‘woman’. She’s a lady. My lady. And she’s been through a hell that you don't know half of,” he began, “She’s responsible for a big chunk of my heart, Admiral. A big source of my inspiration. If she isn't taken care of, then . . .  I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue with my own career in peace.” 
Concern spread further across the colonel’s face upon hearing Elvis’s words. The room remained silent for a long moment as the two men stared at one another. Though Colonel Parker had managed to talk Elvis out of numerous things, his gut told him that he would remain grounded with this particular issue. He would be forced to compromise, or lose his best and only act. 
Releasing a deep breath, the colonel tapped his cane against the floor before speaking. “What is her name?”
Elvis leaned up slightly. “Y/N L/N.” 
“Hm,” the colonel hummed, “well, what I can say is that we have an advantage with the both of you being adults. If she was still seventeen, I’m afraid we’d be facing a whole different issue. However, since she’s over eighteen, her father can pressure her all he wants but he cannot force her to go or live anywhere. All of that said, it doesn’t change how . . . scandalous it all looks, with the two of you living together and all while not being—”
He stopped mid-sentence before looking at Elvis. 
Elvis gave him a questioning look. “Not being . . ?” 
Colonel Parker tapped his cane before standing up, beginning to pace the room. “What we want is to change the public perception of you, yes? The New Yorkers are turning the papers against you—with all the flashy headlines—which turns the public against you, which turns our friends in the industry against you, which means no more snow,” he said, “So, what we need—if you insist on keeping this girl around—is to clean up the situation. Clean up the way it looks—to the public, at least.” 
Elvis’s mouth gaped as realization overcame his mind. “You want me to marry her.” 
The colonel shrugged, slyly pretending that he hadn’t thought of the idea. “This is all up to you, my boy. If you want to make this situation better, while keeping this girl—”
“Y/N,” Elvis corrected. 
“Keeping Y/N with you,” the colonel continued, “the two of you need to show that you are an all-American coupling with good morals. Respectability. That will change everything. No one can say anything about what you choose to do if she is your wife. The ‘scandal’ of it all will disappear. Kapoof!” 
Elvis sat in silence, processing the colonel’s words. 
“It’s your decision,” the colonel repeated. 
“Not just mine,” Elvis said, “Hers too. And what about her daddy? He deserves to be arrested for what he’s done to her.” 
“Right now, we just need to get the media off your back,” Colonel Parker replied, “The legalities of what did or did not happen to her are not what we need to be worrying about.” 
As much as this annoyed Elvis, he knew that he needed to take the situation one step at a time. Of course, he’d long-since come to terms with the fact that he wanted no one else but you. Of course, he’d hoped to—one day—marry you. However, here and now, he hated the circumstances. It would all be rushed, and it didn’t feel right. However, he knew that he had few options. 
“I’ll . . .” He released a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll run this all by her. See what she thinks. God, I hate this.”
“You’ll be able to keep her around without looking immoral.” 
“’Immoral’,” Elvis parroted, chuckling dryly, “Yeah, alright.” 
“You think it over,” the colonel said, making his way to the door, “talk to your little lady, and we will come to a decision. But we must make it quick.” 
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“Mm,” you hummed, stirring slightly as you felt the weight shift on the bed, “E?” 
“Shhh, go back to sleep,” Elvis whispered, kicking his shoes off before settling himself behind you. 
When you felt him spoon you from behind, you opened your eyes, turning your head to face him. Upon seeing his expression, you sat up slightly. 
“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked, concern crossing your expression. Your voice was a lot less hoarse than it had been earlier that morning. 
Elvis shook his head. “It’s nothin’, doll,” he mumbled, cupping your cheek with his large hand, “C’mon, lay back down.” 
“You’re worried about something,” you observed, raising your hand to cup his cheek, “I don’t like to see you like this. You can’t scold me about my lack of communication if you hide things, as well.” 
Elvis sighed deeply before turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. “I spoke to the colonel.” 
Your face fell slightly. “And?” 
Elvis hesitated before answering. “We’ve been leaked to the press.”
Your face grew pale as you stared at him. He never diverted his gaze from you, awaiting your reaction. 
“Show me,” you finally said. 
Elvis leaned away from you and reached over the side of the bed, where he’d stored the news article underneath his side. After pulling it out, he gingerly handed it to you. As you eyes scanned the page, Elvis kept his gaze trained on you, taking note of any changes to your expression. 
“God, I’m . . . so sorry about all of this, E.”
Elvis furrowed his eyebrows. “Wh—baby, no. You aren't the one that needs to be apologizin’.” 
“You wouldn’t be in this mess without me.” 
“I had my own mess to deal with before you, so it don’ matter,” he replied, “’Elvis the Pelvis’, remember?” 
A sad smile pulled at your lips as you leaned up farther. “So, should I start gathering my things? The colonel wants me out, I assume?” 
“The hell you are,” Elvis replied, gently pushing you back down, “I made it clear to him that you aren’t goin’ anywhere and he’s just gon’ have to deal with it.” 
“E, I can’t jeopardize your relationship with your management—”
“You aren’t!” he insisted, “I explained a few things to him and we . . . came to an agreement.” 
It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “An agreement? Like a compromise?” 
“He . . . had an idea of how we could resolve the issue of the press without you havin’ to leave my side.” 
You remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. “I-It’s . . . not somethin’ I’d thought about doin’ this early but . . . he says it’ll make the ‘scandal’ of it all disappear.” 
He reached out, grabbing your hand in his. “He says that we have an advantage against your father because you’re an adult, so he can’t make you move back home, as much as he may want to. However, he’s targeting us with his influence on the press, which influences public opinion. The colonel says a lot of the backlash from the public has to do with the fact that we’re livin’ together and . . . . . . not . . . married.” 
His blue eyes watched your expression as your processed his words. “I-I hate the circumstances and I just—I don’ wanna push this on you or make you feel like you have to—”
“I’ll do it.” 
Elvis halted his rambling, staring at you with wide eyes. “What?” 
You smiled gently, pulling your hand from his grip before cupping his face. “I’ll marry you.” 
Elvis gawked at you with an open mouth. A minute went by before he could get any words out. “Baby, I—I mean, are you sure I—”
“Are you sure?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. 
A smile tugged on his lips. “Am I? You know damn well I’m sure,” he rasped, eyes lighting up at your giggle, “I just—I didn’ know how you’d feel about it all I mean—I know I’ve got a few years on ya so I didn’t know how you’d feel about settlin’ like this so early in your life. And with the reasoning behind it and everything—” 
“All that you’ve done for me,” you replied, shaking your head, “All that you are to me. Sure, the circumstances aren’t great, but—I mean, I don’t know—it’s not like we wouldn’t be doing this at some time in the future, anyway. I mean, at least that’s how I felt?” 
You looked to him, anxiety hanging over your expression. He smiled tenderly, raising your hand to kiss your knuckles before nodding, confirming that he felt the same. 
Your shoulders relaxed as your smile slowly grew. “And, Mr. Presley, since when is marrying you considered to be ‘settling’?” 
“Only when you realize that I’m the lucky one, Mrs. Presley,” he replied.
Butterflies erupted within your stomach as the name ‘Mrs. Presley’ left his lips. You shook your head in disbelief as your cheeks grew heated. 
After covering your cheeks with your hands, you spoke. “Jiminy crickets, I’m engaged.” 
“Mm, mm,” Elvis hummed, shaking his head as he leaned forward, “I gotta getchu a ring first.” 
“A ring? Oh, God, Elvis no.” 
“Oh, God, Elvis yes,” he replied teasingly, positioning himself on top of you, “How we gonna convince the public that we’re engaged if you ain’t gotta ring?” 
You sighed. “Just don’t go overboard. I don’t need anything extravagant or expensive.” 
“Mhm,” he hummed, leaning in to begin planting kisses on your neck. 
You rolled your eyes, knowing he wouldn't listen to your request. “E, I mean it, I don’t . . . don’t want you . . .” 
You felt him smirk against your neck as his lips made their way behind your ear. “What was that, baby?” he rasped softly, “You lost me for a minute.” 
“I’m . . . sick . . . You have a performance tomorrow . . . Get off.” 
“Mm, baby,” he whispered huskily, “You really want me to?” 
He knew you couldn't answer that. His proximity to you was causing his cologne to invade your senses. The combination of your engagement high, his deep voice, your slight delirium, and his lips teasing your earlobe eliminated any sense of judgement that you once had. 
You moaned in response as your vision blurred with ecstasy, making him chuckle deeply. “That’s what I thought,” he said, “You’ve been stressed, Mrs. Presley. This lil body of yours has been undergoin’ a lot of strain recently.” 
Opening your eyes, you looked into the blue gaze of your fiancé. 
He pecked your lips before speaking once more. “Let me take care of you.” 
With that, he briefly pulled the covers off of you before dipping underneath them and covering himself. 
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impytek · 1 year
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The Table as Taylor Swift PT 2
California - the 1
never let him find out a about folklore tbh he would die on sight.
"I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit Been saying “yes” instead of “no” "
this line is about trying to be positive about change. california more than anyone else is always in need of change and even strives for it. he's hopeful when no one else is.
"You know the greatest films of all time were never made"
just like a movie that never came to be, californias hopes are trapped in a mythology. one not to be respected and adapted, but one to be mocked.
"And if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed"
he constantly is stating he has no friends, even despite the fact Oregon and Washington in various scenes admit to being his friend. he doesn't think they "show" it enough. when in reality, their attention just isn't good enough.
Massachusetts & Virginia - The Great War
they're my comfort duo i can make them have a duo song if i wanna
"Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked"
Virginia and Mass were close during the american revolution with a ton of the people who helped most came from those two states. i like to imagine this having them grow close, than virginia left the union during the civil war. the anger Mass must have had seems scary.
"Tore your banners down, took the battle underground"
the union needed virginia, mass needed virgina. he was just too furious to understand his own feelings. all he needed was too win.
"You said I have to trust more freely"
most definitely pre-civil war. the civil war definitely created trust issues within all the states, but these two especially. you can't just leave and except to beg back trust.
"Broken and blue, so I called off the troops. That was the night I nearly lost you"
i'm so normal about them (lie)
Texas - Seven
i picture him as the child being talked about in the song.
"Cross your heart, won’t tell no other."
a promise of secrecy, it's a promise that is broken only a few lines down. this reminds me a bit of california and texas' relationship which would have close before the party switch.
"Passed down like folk songs. The love lasts so long"
Gossip or Legend? both are someones secrets written in the sky for all to behold. folk music is passed down generation through generation, much like how texas mentions having "daddy issues" and turns into the monster he was born from.
"And I’ve been meaning to tell you. I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad and that must be why "
this line of Seven is in which taylor naviely puts a puzzle together. she's unable to recognise a horrible behaviour in someone meant to be fatherly so she assumed there is a kind of demon possessing the boys father. do i have to explain more pff
Oklahoma - Peace
a lot of folklore i know
"And it’s just around the corner, darlin. ’Cause it lives in me. No, I could never give you peace."
the inability to offer one stability. There will never be a forever “calm” in his life. he knows he could never think of promising someone such a thing.
"But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm. If your cascade, ocean wave blues come."
the slightest bit of water is an instigator to fire, the whole ocean is an powering feeling. a powerless feeling for the fire.
"Sit with you in the trenches"
It’s notable that soldiers typically crawl when they’re in trenches to avoid being seen by an enemy fighter.
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Never watched Marvel anything. I don't like superhero movies or action movies. This will not be all positive. If you can't handle jokes or critiques of your favorite thing, this is not the place to be. I am pirating all of this because I do not support Disney. I am now starting my marvel journey, let's go.
Iron Man: Why is this actually good? Am I actually enjoying myself? But also an employer x employee relationship is very weird. Don't ship it. Surprised this was an orgin story. It was cool.
Hulk: A little too heavy on the "she loves a monster" trope, but it was alright. I wouldn't write home about it.
Iron Man 2: "oh remember that one black guy in the last movie" "yeah what about it" "he's not here so let's replace him with another black guy and maybe no one will notice." Why is Elon Musk here? Better than the first. Better villain(s), more cohesive, and things felt more intentional. Bonus less corny relationship scenes... Got to the end nevermind. Same corniness.
Thor: I hate all the tilts. I actually... Didn't enjoy this one. Thor might be interesting interacting with the other members. But NOW I can finally get all the Loki jokes. The end credit was interesting though. What does it mean??? (Don't tell me.)
Break time... Am I watching superhero movies or am I watching The Notebook? I don't want to see these love stories, bro. There's not a necessity to have a 'he gets the girl" moment to make an enjoyable hero movie. It's genuinely irritating me, but I will continue until The Avengers. I'm just saying if this is all it is, I'm not continuing this marvel thing.
Captain America: "Go get him. I can swim." Let's go. Representation of kids that aren't helpless. There's no way Steve didn't look at Fury and didn't think in his head "how is this black person allowed to speak to me like this?" And then say a little racist slur. Enjoyed this more than Thor and Hulk. However, I feel like I've seen stories and watched movies like this before. The only difference is the superhero aspect. I don't know what exactly, but something different could've pushed the story further to make it more interesting. Same critique of another unnecessary love story in my superhero film. From what I've seen, I can understand why people ship Bucky and Steve. I'm not really feeling the ship. Maybe that will change. So far none of the heroes have been catching my eye. I haven't got that moment of 'that's my new favorite character.'
The Avengers: This is what I've been waiting for! I have a couple of marvel movies that I've been trying to get to and this is one of four. Literally the shield agents are put there to die, not the main protagonists of course, but all those agents immediately get killed by the antagonists. They changed hulk too? Honestly, don't mind it. Loki is the definition of daddy issues. I can see why so many tumblr people relate to him. Not the "kneel." Loki is a sub who wants to dom, but he can't. Possible power bottom? Seeing all these movies in this order, despite how much I HATED the love stories in between, it really set up this movie nicely. I understand everyone's individual battles and personalities that I wouldn't have if I just started with this. Mister Fury is really irritating me at this moment of time. I know they're supposed to be the superheroes, but I would not feel safe in any city they're in. They're out here destroying major cities. I wish Hulk's thing made more sense. Now he can suddenly control Hulk to attack specific people/things when a couple of hours ago he was fighting the whole team? They should've addressed that. THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. THIS IS WHAT I WANTED FROM THIS SERIES OF MOVIES. I guess I will be continuing marvel movies.
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I’m obsessed with your headcanons!!! thank you!!!!! If you ever have anymore to share I’ll be here :-)
tw: mention of papi, the general issues that surround disney/nick and their child stars, the normal stuff with priscilla actress and austin. so daddy kink, d/s, the usual. mention of death of a father. death of a character that austin played is also mentioned. also i kind of spoil part of iceman cometh.
so. consider. you live in new york. it is your home base when not filming and it's how you cut your teeth on acting. those tiny off off broadway plays where you had one line as a kid to where maybe as a teen you actually had a leading role in between bit parts of TV shows.
you and your mom and your dad before he died agreed to never put you into the disney/nick child actor factory because of the horror stories you heard.
in hindsight considering papi, maybe you should have just avoided big time tv/movie acting till you were 20.
but then that would have meant elvis was probably your first role of any intense caliber and. no, because there would be no austin and you. there would just be austin. and you.
point is, new york is your home. and you like theatre maybe. which means occasionally you go to see plays.
when you meet austin you've known of him but have never seen him in person from what you remember. you've never seen the man who will become your everything in person or as really anything more than that guy randomly on like every nick and disney show. cute but not your type.
"seriously, daddy, you look closer to my age than your real one half the time. it's a little weird." "does the facial hair help?" "a little."
so you occasionally go to plays and occasionally your mom comes with. honestly, your mom comes with a lot. yeah, you have friends you can go with and all but maybe it's a thing your mom and you started doing after your dad died. or maybe before it was a family affair now it's just a pair affair.
it's 2018 and you go to see iceman cometh. your mom once saw the 1999 revival and- well- maybe that's the date her father took you on and that's how she got you. or maybe it's just a play she doesn't mind seeing twice.
whatever the reason you're in the audience. and you find that while everyone in this play is phenomenal you can't help but look at austin half of the time he's on the stage. it's embarrassing in hindsight, but at the time you really just wanted to see this guy who you've never associated with the theatre looking like he deserves to be on a broadway stage 24/7.
and yes. a part of you actually does think he's cute and maybe your type. but only maybe in this makeup.
you know the ending of the play- specifically what happens to austin's character, but it doesn't stop you from audibly gasping "don't do it, no."
your mother thinks this is funny, because "sweetheart, you know it's not actually the guy doing it."
that isn't the point, it still makes your heart jump in your chest and worry about the person playing him.
but you enjoy yourself and so does your mother and maybe you wait at the stage door to see austin and get him to sign your playbill. maybe you don't.
you forget all about this by the time elvis rolls around. the maybe signed playbill is in your keepsake box with all your other ones and austin never goes in it after you threaten him if he tries when you move into his apartment during covid.
when he meets your mom after everything is said and done? in person? she brings the whole time back to the forefront of your mind.
"oh! you're the one who played don- y/n was beside herself at the ending. she knows it by heart but you'd wouldn't have known." she says when she pulls away from the bear hug he gives her.
"you saw me in iceman cometh?" "i don't- i guess? i always keep my playbills so i'll check? i really don't remember this."
your mom tells him all the sordid details you don't remember and you would like the earth to swallow you whole. because you know your embarrassment is written all over your expressions on your face.
you find the playbill and if it's signed you end up just letting out a pained groan of frustration and horror.
austin does not ever let you forget this.
"you thought i was hot back then." "no. no i didn't." "what happens to little doves who lie to their daddies?" "nothing. because i'm not lying." "try again, darling."
the joke is? you remembered as your mom started telling the story. you're just not willing to admit that to him. besides, the punishment for not admitting it is pretty nice.
and he was attractive back then. daddy is hot.
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this is a highly canon divergent portrayal of billy loomis from the scream franchise where he got away with his kill spree. this means he doesn’t die and he frames stu for the killings. he maintains his innocent and acts the victim despite the fact he is anything but. another major change would be that he has raised sam on his own since she was six. she comes back years later when sam is thirteen. tara still exists in this, sam just did not always grow up around her. read more about it here. this blog is heavily head canon based along with totally ignoring canon. everything to do with this blog’s canon i have come up with on my own. duplicate and crossover friendly. blog established 3/28/23. but i have been writing him since 2022. blog under co. if you want to continue an ask meme, please move it to a new thread.
a study in: making a murderer, horror fanaticism, analysis of a serial killer, starting a legacy, getting away with murder, blame it on my daddy & mommy issues, being terrible person but good father, doomed by the narrative, dark & troubled past, a pretty face does not mean a pretty heart, masterful deception, freudian excuses, abandonment issues, troubled teenage hood, a serial killer functioning in normal society, and being the mastermind.
trigger warnings for: blood, murder, parental abuse, gore, abandonment issues, gaslighting, violence, mentions of self harm, violent & intrusive thoughts, potential toxic relationships, and other triggering topics. billy isn’t a good person even if he seems like he is. he has dark thoughts and he’s done terrible things. he will say shit that normal people won’t say and his introspections reflect that as well. he will be mean and rude. he may even hurt your muse even if he cares about them in some way. the only people i can guarantee he won’t hurt are his family members ( his sister vicki and his daughter sam ) excluding his parents. he will do bad things as well. proceed with caution when following me and interacting with me. i tag all triggers accordingly.
DUE TO HATE ANONS I HAVE GOTTEN i have to add this little blurb unfortunately: do not send me biphobic anons trying to argue with me about billy's sexuality. as far as we know, he is canonically straight. which means i can head canon him as whatever one i want. ergo, he is is bisexual in my portayal of him. he is bisexual. do not try to fight with me on this. do not try to change my mind. i will block someone without a second thought. billy is a bisexual man with a heavy preference for women. do NOT send me hate because of this.
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sweetcloverheart · 2 years
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Does Chloe still work as an Antagonist?
You know, I’ve come to the realization that one of the main issues with Chloe being an antagonist isn’t simply that Thomas doesn’t really use her unless it’s to have the episode follow her around with a big fat giant “Hate this character!” sign (much like he does with Lila and Felix too, I realize, but we might end up off topic so let’s move on), but the fact that once you go past season 2-3, Chloe has...basically no real role in the story anymore as an antagonist
Like, when the plot was contained to the Akuma-of-the-day formula and the slice-of-life stuff, Chloe was a spectacular “villain”, because everything was still very much small scale in terms of stakes, enough so for her to seem a big enough threat to Marinette daily life. After all, Chloe is a titular mean girl, the rich kid school yard bully who just had to flash a credit card or call in daddy dearest to make everyone miserable and leave Marinette and Adrien worrying about what person she’ll end up ticking off bad enough to turn into a Akuma next. It made you hate her, revile her, wish that she’d eventually get her comeuppance (and usually, she did, depending on how the episode ended)
And it worked, because that’s what she was built for, where she fit best.
But then the show expanded it’s stakes by bringing back Lila, who ends up having more influence and doing far more damage than Chloe usually would with her bullying (Like, Chloe for all her threats and insults, is more bark than bite. Lila actually had impact with the trouble she brought to Mari’s door). Then they expand again by introducing Felix, who ends up deepening the whole Gabriel plotline while being an active thorn in his and the heroes side (where as Chloe mostly just existed and was slowly becoming regarded as a nuisance). Then the show actually tried to give Chloe depth and a character arc (which they end up aborting because screw breaking the status quo I guess), showing the reasons for her behavior and that she could actually be decent when given the chance and right motivation. Then season 4 kicks off bringing in Chloe’s half-sister (who we only hear about just that episode) taking her place as the bee hero while Marinette deals with her new responsibilities of being the Miraculous Guardian while Felix is trying to sniff out Gabriel’s secret and - well, you get the picture.
With every raised stake and furthering of the plot, Chloe’s mean teen bullying kind of becomes small potatoes when compared to everything else going on in the show. Who really cares about her taking over a group film project or her trying to get out of playing in a class soccer match when the cast is busy trying to deal with Hawkmoth creating magical sentient doppelgangers, Master Fu getting amnesiaed, Marinette getting stressed out with all her new Guardian responsibilities, who will become today’s temp hero, the overarching mystery of Emilie Agreste and the wedding rings, and Adrien causing the apocalypse (again). Most shows at this point would have their bully character get sent “to military school” or move abroad with a distant unknown aunt, but there Chloe stands, still thinking she’s one of the big kids while the show desperately tries to keep her relevant despite her no longer having a miraculous and no real involvement in the Akumas attacking everyone (actually, now that I think about, Chloe isn’t even responsible for 2/3rds of the Akuma during season 4). We’re suppose to think of her as this powerful malicious force on the same level as Hawkmoth that’s ruining Marinette and everyone’s lives with her very presence because...well, the show says so. Did you not see the giant sign they’re holding over Chloe’s head saying “Hate this character!”? That means you have to hate her no matter what, even when there’s other things to focus on outside of hating her.
Not to mention she’s...very much irrelevant to the plot now. Sure, she still has that “crush” on Adrien/interference with the Adrinette side of the love square, but it hasn’t been a thing or plot-focused in forever, and Lila and Felix (much like with Lila’s bullying) are having and had more effect of that relationship progression than Chloe did. And as said, Zoe taking her place as the Bee hero has removed her from the temp hero plot (unless they plan on having a Chloe VS Zoe battle now that Hawkmoth’s stolen it), and her becoming friends with the rest of the cast had basically edged Chloe out of most of the slice-of-life stuff since “no one likes her anyways”, so there’s no point in involving her in activities they can invite her more “likeable” and nicer half-sibling to (and yeah, Chloe could force her way into those plots, but that’s what it’d end up being - forced). The only real connection she could have to everything still is Sabrina (Who gets barely any screentime as is! She finally becomes a temp hero too once, and is immediately replaced by Felix in the finale episode), and that “budding” relationship with Lila (that is literally last minute with no real build up. I want to say they’ll likely show them becoming “friends” in the fifth season, but knowing the show, it’s just gonna be Chloe playing the Sabrina role to Lila’s Chloe with no real self-reflection or interesting character dynamic exploration...). Hell, despite her betraying Ladybug for Hawkmoth at the end of season 3, almost no reference or callback is made to it, and everyone seems completely unaffected by Chloe brainwashing almost all of Paris considering they’re treating her like normal (in fact, if anything, they only seem just slightly more annoyed with her and her antics now - just not for the reasons stated previously)
And it’s sad. When I see Chloe pulling her usual stunts in the later seasons, I don’t feel the urge to hate and deride her like in season 1. When I see Chloe still trying to be the big bad mean girl bully in a season that had the show’s second apocalypse, sentimonsters being revealed as sentient beings with feelings (and one of the main cast potentially being one), families getting held hostage, and Hawkmoth successfully (with help) grab almost all the miraculous, I feel more bad for her than the other characters, because it’s clear that the show is just simply putting her through the motions since they don’t know what else to do with her now. It’s like watching a parent force their child into a costume that clearly doesn’t fit anymore to do a dumb little performances they liked to as a kid that they’ve clearly outgrown now.
And now we have Season five to wait on (and it’s likely going to be a long wait with all the protests going on about Zag not paying VAs Edit: Congrats to the VAs for succeeding in their protest and getting their raises), where Marinette’s going to be laser focused on getting the stolen Miraculous back, alongside the Emilie plotline still being a thing and Felix’s betrayal opening up a huge can of plot-theory worms - not gonna be much room in there for pull her “wait till my father hears about this!” shtick and leave an impression like before.
Honestly, if Thomas really hates her as much as he claims, he’d of just sent her off to New York with her mom now that they’re “Besties” (by the show’s word) or have her sent abroad for some sort of “fashion scholarship” or something. At this point, Chloe’s run her course as an antagonist and should be retired if they really have no plans of redeeming her or anything.
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agentnico · 1 year
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We Have a Ghost (2023) Review
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The fact that Anthony Mackie manages to get taken down by an old man in this makes me question his ability in having a fighting chance as the new Captain America in the MCU. Then again, I’m questioning a lot of things about the MCU at the moment.
Plot: The discovery that their house is haunted by a ghost named Ernest makes Kevin's family a social media sensation. But when Kevin and Ernest get to the bottom of the mystery of Ernest's past, they become targets of the CIA.
Christopher Landon has proven as of recent to be very reliable when it comes to amusing horror comedies with the likes of Freaky and the Happy Death Day films with their silly quirky concepts. So Landon taking on a Casper-like ghost tale should have been a shoehorn a cheesy horror-comedy classic. However turns out this is the perfect definition of Netflix mediocrity. I mean back when Netflix only just began developing their own original content and the term ‘Netflix movie’ came about, where you’d get a straight-to-streaming movie come out which guarantees a couple of hours of entertainment yet won’t have any lingering lasting effect afterward. Literal mediocrity. Hence why the whole ‘”Netflix and Chill” term came about, since it was so easy to get distracted during Netflix movies by....other stuff, so to speak. Obviously that was a while ago and since then Netflix has managed to really improve upon its original content and partner with such creatives like Martin Scorsese, Rian Johnson and Guillermo del Toro to name a few. But then we have movies like We Have a Ghost that is that typical forgettable movie that’s destined to be lost in the endless void of the Netflix library.
For starters the movie is way too long capping over 2 hours when this should have in reality been a 90 minute feature or less. I mean it’s only based on a short story, so evidently they decided to add a lot of unnecessary sublot and baggage and its noticeable. Kind of reminds me how Warner Bros. managed to stretch out the little tiny Hobbit book into a full blown trilogy with extended editions and all. Also the movie is a genre and tonal mess. At one point it tries to be an action thriller, then a slapstick comedy and then also a deep family drama, yet it fails to do justice to any of those. The comedy never really lands, minus for the tiny cameo from Jennifer Coolidge as an eccentric medium who ends up jumping out of the window, and if you’ve ever seen Coolidge in anything before you know that her middle name is ‘eccentric’. As for the action stuff, the whole dealings with the CIA is such a tired trope that it adds no wow-factor or intrigue. And as for the family drama, Mackie is an ignorant dad so the son decides to deal with his daddy issues by treating Casper like a father. And whenever there is any chance for the movie to delve deeper into the emotional stuff, the script decides to avoid it because...well, I don’t know why. It just does. 
The only true redeeming quality of this film is David Harbour, who has to give a mostly silent and very physical performance as the ghost, being able to only show emotions through his facial expressions, and in all honestly he does great stuff with the limited material he’s given. His eyes are full of kindness and loss, and as such he’s the only main reason to see this movie, so if you like Jim Hopper of Stranger Things, you may actually find some enjoyment here. Otherwise the only purpose of We Have a Ghost is to ‘Netflix and Chill’, and I do mean in the biblical sense. Unless you don’t have a partner, and if so well then that is a completely different and upsetting matter.
Overall score: 4/10
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crooked-incisors · 1 year
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I have questions on Florian n Janvier whenever u have a sec! (Also happy early halloween)
💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?
💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?
💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?
🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings? (I NEED TO KNOW ABT FLORIAN'S BROTHER!!!)
Thank you for the questions! (And happy late LATE Halloween lol 🎃!!!)
Gestures:
Having such a large personality and exorbitant upbringing means naturally Florian has high standards for what he expects from a relationship of any kind. Used to being the center of attention, he's highly attentive of peoples interest levels in him. He appreciates full attention despite knowing he can't demand it. Eye contact and involvement is watched for. Recalling previous events or conversations or anything of note that they experienced with Florian, means he's worth note to them, and is also greatly admired. Vain as he is he also loves compliments, or gifts and surprises. Truly, he just wants to be noticed and know they're interested and that he isn’t actually an annoying little lightening bug.
Inversely, Janvier isn't necessarily swayed by bells and whistles. Showing how much they care through just checking in with him, encouragement when it's needed, and not so much praise but recognition for his accomplishments. He enjoys being taught and being giving the opportunity to pull his own. Letting him be helpful and valued on they’re level, and appreciating the worth he can bring, as well as being there for him in the gaps in his confidence.
Horror Movies
It's perhaps too far below Florian's tastes to watch a pre recorded Theater play. He would perhaps enjoy a few of them, but he again has high standards, especially for art. And if you managed to force him I think he’d be a heavy critic, mainly over the gore and blood. 
Janvier has only ever seen a few films as a child, they were a novel entertainment when the family had the means. They were exciting, and left him even more fearful of the horrific world around him. He looked forward to it. Now though, he couldn’t see himself footing the unnecessary bill to see a few more because his life became like one of those horror movies lol! He wakes up to it, a horror movie probably couldn’t compare really.  (Plus vampires are probably like cats and the screen flickers to them cause of frame rate brain issues JKJK) 
How often do they try to impress
Obviously are made constantly by Florian, he's no stranger to showboating. From word play, to sword play, he’s trying everything to get them to look at him. He revels in it lol. Impressing him probably isn’t as difficult as it should be and he’s especially weak to an S/O’s attempts. He loves the game of it, and immediately wants to participate, because it gives him a chance to impress back so of course he’s going to take it. 
Siblings
When he was very young, Janvier’s twin sibling, mother, and father, all passed and he was sent to live with cousins. There was a bunch and he honestly didn’t like them all enough to tell you about it lol. He was barely present there anyways.  Long long long before Florian born, Helios was born.  Helios was altered before birth for a task, and trained daily and harshly to hone the ability given to him, minor sun resistance.  His life has been mostly about pain, and trying to achieve his fathers wants for him. A doomed concept.  When his mother disappeared and his father took a new bride he hated it all.  There’s a strange love to humans though, even when long twisted into something sinful. In knowing Florian's mother for the short while he did, his tough exterior began to melt. And when Florian came along, it was almost like sunlight didn’t hurt.  (it helped that with daddy all saddy about florian being a dud of a baybay in his eyes, he went into a vampire depression and the whole house basically got free time to have parties and exist and night and not have to train in the sun day in and well i guess its only to day in lol) He was never exuberant like Florian. If Florian is like the sun’s rays bringing warmth and happiness, and burning retinas; Helios was more like the soft temporary warmth of the sun through winter clouds in January. And now more like the UV that prickles or scalds your skin.  He was damaged in a battle with his father, and cast out at day break.  Florian stood at the door  But was forced back inside he hasn’t seen him since. 
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purpleplaid17 · 3 months
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Jess Watches // Wed 3 Jan // Day 103 & Thu 4 Jan // Day 104 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll
Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget Film (with friend)
When Ginger and Rocky hatch a little girl called Molly, Ginger’s happy ending seems complete. But back on the mainland the whole of chicken-kind faces a new and terrible threat. For Ginger and her team, even if it means putting their own hard-won freedom at risk – this time, they’re breaking in!
The sequel to a beloved childhood favourite was the perfect comfort film to watch yesterday. Another zany caper featuring all the original recipe chickens and their now grown up offspring. Very over-the-top and silly at times, proper finger-lickin' good British fun. Did anyone else think Frizzle, the very Scouse one, was Jodie Comer?
The Resident (with mum) 2x19 Snowed In
When Atlanta is struck by a severe snowstorm, Mina must perform a big surgery - without the help of The Raptor - to save the life of a young father, while Kitt and Bell get stuck babysitting the man's children. Nic and Conrad experience a disagreement with a patient's treatment, causing further strain in their relationship.
AJ risking frostbite, and worse, to get back to the hospital because Mina says she needed him. "Then neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night shall stay this doctor from the swift completion of his appointed rounds." Like AJ, I was so proud of her for a successful solo surgery. Also, I was worried the doc that likes Nic was going to mistreat her sister somehow. He's been sketchy lately. I do not trust him. Also also, go to hell, Bob.
Unprisoned (with mum) 1x04 In Dad We Distrust
Paige's daddy issues get in the way of her new relationship, while Edwin makes a bold decision about money that impacts the whole family.
The chemistry between her parents and them having the steamier scenes has been an unexpected highlight. And that they are played by Delroy Lindo and Brenda Strong is an added bonus.
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dertaglichedan · 8 months
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https://humanevents.com/2023/07/22/libby-emmons-the-new-barbie-movie-is-an-anti-motherhood-man-hating-screed-posing-as-a-tale-of-female-empowerment
My mom, Julia and I piled into a gypsy cab, the only car we could get in the pouring rain. My mom negotiated the fee with the driver the whole way down the West Side Highway as we made our way from her place downtown to Chelsea, where the Barbie convention was happening in a big warehouse. The room was filled with dolls presented like superstars, and we oohed and aahed as we walked around the room to see the history of the toy we loved so much.
I had hoped that the new Barbie film would be something of a love letter to the doll that inspired so much fantasy and storytelling for me as a kid, but instead, the film is a tangle of grown-up daddy issues rebranded as female empowerment.
From the opening scenes of little girls bashing their baby dolls on rocks in a symbolic rejection of motherhood to the final scene where Barbie is so empowered and self-actualized that she visits a gynecologist for the first time, the film criticizes women's impulses toward motherhood, love and femininity and leaves the lead character standing alone in the real world with no friends, no husband, no children and only the medical industrial complex by her side.
"Since the beginning of time, since the first little girl ever existed," says Helen Mirren disdainfully in a voice-over, "there have been dolls. But the dolls were always and forever baby dolls. The girls who played with them could only ever play at being mothers. Which can be fun, at least for a while anyway. Ask your mother." A massive Barbie, the original Barbie, stands as a monolith while the notes of "2001: A Space Odyssey" play. Barbie, the film posits, was the rightful end of the glorification of motherhood.
Barbie the movie, starring Margot Robbie, then sets out to define the doll, to define women, and to establish a way to create and find meaning without relationships, family, children, or love. There's nothing empowering about having no idea how to find meaning or make your life matter.
The film doesn't love the toy, but hates it. The film doesn't love women or their feminine impulses, it hates them. And as for Ken, the film has no use for him and doesn't think women have much use for men either. In one scene, petulant, disaffected teen girl Sasha, says "Men hate women and women hate women, it's the one thing we can all agree on."
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twinkleimagines · 3 years
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Hiii drew smut where they meet from Madison and have been talking and then the cast plus y/n go out clubbing and they confess there feelings / also can drew be rough.
*Keep it on the low*
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Warning: smut and language.
I got carried away with this one so I hope you guys like.
“ I just feel like we never see each other anymore “ you spoke over the phone Bailey.
“ I know” she whined out. “ listen we’ll fly you out this weekend so we can hang and you can meet my friends okay? You’re going to love them “ she insisted.
“ okay” you agreed, the feeling of excitement rushing through you. Madison was your best friend since middle school and it had been a touch transition since she began filming her new tv show, Outer Banks. Of course you talked on the phone but it wasn’t the same, and you missed her truly.
You had almost became envious of her new cast mates because they were daily posting videos and pictures with each other and it made you miss her more than ever .
You quickly went back to your bedroom, packing a suit case- the weekend couldn’t come any faster .
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“ I’m walking down the escalator now” you spoke as you sat on the phone with Madison trying to find your way to her.
“ okay - wait I think I see you” she spoke out.
“ y/n!” You heard someone yell from in front of you. You lifted your head only to see Madison standing at the bottom of the escalator, her hand waving at 90 miles per hour.
“ Maddy!” You yelled before jogging your way down the already moving steps.
“ oh my gosh!” You yelled out as you both wrapped each other in a tight hug.
“ I’m gonna cry “ she spoke as she squeezed her arms around your shoulders.
“ ugh I know I’ve missed you so much” you poured .
“ c’mon we’ve only got the weekend and I have soooo much to show you” she insisted, tugging on your arm .
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The ride to Madison’s hotel that she was staying it a was a bit of a drive from the apartment. She was staying pretty close to the beach and Charleston was probably one of the most beautiful cities you had ever laid your eyes on.
Madison had updated you on a lot, including a new girl she was talking to as well as her new friends and their characters on the show.
“ this Rafe guy sounds like a dick” you joked.
“ yeah but you’ll love Drew he’s literally polar opposite than his character . “
******
"Ahhh she's back!" a blonde headed boy beamed, running over towards your friend, ingulfing her in a hug.
"Rudy this is Y/n" She said with a wide smile, pulling you over.
"Hi" You beamed holding your hand out but Rudy instead pulled you into a hug.
"So glad you finally made it. Maddie over here wouldn't shut up about how much she missed you" He joked.
"Awe Maddie " You said with a sympathetic pout.
"Shut up" She laughed while rolling her eyes before pulling you further into the hotel.
"Guys" She spoke out loudly to a group of people sitting on her couch causing all of their eyes to advert towards you. " This is Y/n" She announced pulling you up next to her.
You awkwardly waved, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as she practically put the spot light onto you.
"I'm Chase" One guy said leaning over the couch, holding his hand out.
"I'm Madelyn " The blonde girl next to him said standing up, walking over towards you. " it's nice to meet you" she beamed, pulling you into a hug.
'Okay so everyone is big into hugs,' you thought. You smiled widely at her before you looked over at another one walking towards you.
"I'm Jonathan Daviss, but you can call me JD" He spoke. you nodded excitedly.
"That's a cool nickname" you beamed, causing a smile to form on his face. You then looked over towards the last face on the couch.
Woah.
Now this man- he almost took your breath away. He stood up, his tall figure stretching high towards the ceiling.
"Hi, i'm Drew" He spoke, his voice the perfect tone, almost sounded like music to your ears. He had these sky blue eyes, perfectly pink lips, a little bit of fuzz on his jaw from being recently shaved, and brown hair draped over the sides of his forehead, parting perfectly down the middle. Your heart began to pound as he reached his hand out for you to shake. You hadn't realized you were staring until Madison nudged you with her elbow, bringing you out of your trance.
"Oh uhm yeah- i mean hi I'm y/n" You stuttered embarrassingly. He smiled a bright smile, his white teeth shining perfectly on his perfectly aligned face.
You sighed deeply. You never believed in love at first sight until now. How perfect this stranger was to you. If it weren't for you not wanting to humiliate yourself even more than you already were, you would've continued looking at him with admiration, but instead you turned your head to look at Maddie, trying to not to creep the poor guy out.
"okay guys I'm starving" Chase spoke up as the room filled with silence. "who wants to go eat?" He asked throwing his hands up. You grinned , already loving everyone's bubbly personality.
You sat your bag down onto the ground before tucking your hair behind your ear, watching as everyone began to make their way out the door.
"After you" Drew said, you and him being the last ones left in the room.
"Thanks" you said softly, walking out in front of him as he held the door open for you.
Who would've known that this would only the beginning of a very special relationship.
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"Drew" You spoke out before his lips placed onto yours once again, his hand placed firmly on your thigh as your were tangled in his hair.
"Hmm" He hummed against your lips, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.
"We should tell them" You breathed out in between kisses.
"Mmm" he mumbled, his eyes closed as his lips trailed down your jaw towards your neck.
"I'm serious Drew I don't want to hide you anymore" You responded pulling away from him.
He stopped his movements, making eye contact with you.
"You sure?" He asked.
You and Drew had instantly hit it off that first weekend Madison brought you over.
It had happened the first night you had stayed the night. Everyone had fallen asleep and you and Drew stayed up for hours on hours endlessly talking about anything and everything. The sparks were flying. You were so engaged in every word that came out of his mouth, his sentences sounding like lullabies to your ears.
Before you had left you both had exchanged numbers and before you could even make it to the airport you were both texting each other. Throughout the first week you both spent every night on the phone until one had fallen asleep. It had almost became addictive the way he made you feel.
Neither of you spoke of your friendship to anyone though. Mainly wanting to take things slow but you also didn't want to upset anyone or cause any issues between Drew and Madison. He assured you it wouldn't upset anyone or cause issues but at the same time he wanted to respect your wishes and keep things a secret.
You both had been virtually seeing each other for three weeks before he flew you out for a weekend, just the two of you. You had stayed with him the whole weekend, movie nights and a lot of sex.
This week though you were invited by the whole group, and right now you were hidden off in Drew's hotel hiding from the group with Drew laid on top of you, the both of you shirtless.
"We can tell them tonight okay, i just want to enjoy the time we have together right now" He insisted. You simply nodded before leaning your head forward before placing your lips against his once again.
Drew sat up, smirking at you as he tugged on your jeans, pulling them down your thighs, exposing your pink laced panties that complimented your skin so well.
"So beautiful" Drew mumbled as his hands massaged against your thighs before reaching up towards your panties pulling them down as well. He reached over to the nightstand grabbing the condom on the top before pushing his own pants down, exposing his hardened pink shaft, the veins popping out the side.
You stared in admiration at the size as he placed the rubber over him.
"Flip over" he instructed. You quickly obliged, your face in his pillow. He tucked his arm under your waist, pulling your hips bag some to wear your bottom was pointed upwards.
You gasped loudly as you felt his tip insert into you, stretching your walls around him.
"fuck" you moaned out as he pushed into you, his hips pressed against your cheeks before he pulled back out, letting your own juices help lubricate him before he pushed back in at a faster speed.
"Fuck you're tight" Drew groaned out as he slowly pulled himself of you again, leaving just the tip in. You looked over your shoulder, smirking up at him as he looked down at you, his Adams apple poking out. Drew sighed heavily , closing his eyes for a brief second almost coming undone right then and there just from the sight of you.
He finally regained his composer, looking back down at you before pressing his hand onto the back of your head pushing your face further into the pillow before he began moving his hips once again, this time at a much faster pace.
"God Drew" you cried out as he hit your spot with each thrust, your hands balling in a fist around his sheets as you struggled to breath, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You arched your back further against Drew, giving him more access to go deeper into you, your hips moving causing your walls to tighten around him.
"Fuck" He breathed out, lowing his head some as we watched himself sliding in and out of you, his abs flexing with each thrust.
"Oh yes daddy yes "You moaned out, reaching behind you, grabbing hold of his hand that was placed on your bottom.
"You like that baby?" He asked before placing a firm smack against your left cheek. You hissed out , biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes focused on his body jerking forward over and over again, every inch of his body flexing as he moved himself in and out of you.
Since that first weekend you and Drew had spent together alone, he had learned more and more ways to work your body, especially when he realized you enjoyed it rough like him.
"Pull my hair baby" you pleaded, attempting to tug on his hand that had a firm grip on your hip while your body continued rocking back and forth.
Drew quickly obliged, reaching up to grab a hand full of your hair, pulling you back towards him, your back arched to where your arms stretched out, your hands placed against his pillows.
"God yes" You winced out, a slight stinging as he had a tight grip on your hair.
"Fuck princess" he groaned feeling his climax beginning to build. His thrusts began to speed up, your tits bouncing in the air as he continued to pound into you. You leaned up some, arm wrapping around his neck . You both began to lower, you practically sitting in his lap as he leaned back, propped up on one arm as the other had his hand wrapped against your throat. His thrusts were now at a steady but rough pace, slamming up against you as he placed sloppy kisses alongside your shoulder.
"God" He groaned out as his thrusts slowed down, turning more into grinds as his cock pulsed inside you, his warm load filling the condom. You begin rocking your hips back and forth along him riding your own high out, moaning his name out loudly as your toes curled, your climax euphoric. You climbed off of Drew, flopping your body down onto the his bed, breathing heavily as you ran your hands through your hair.
"That was amazing" you breathed out. Drew nodded, himself out of breath as well.
"I'm gonna get a shower" He responded as he stood up, his member beginning to soften. "We gotta meet everyone in two hours. Wanna join?" He asked. You smiled up at him before nodding, grabbing ahold of his reached out hand.
*****
"Finally" Madison groaned as she saw you climbing out of the black SUV that escorted you to the night club you and the gang were linking up at .
"Sorry got caught up" you responded brushing the hair out of your face as the wind blew against it.
"I can see" she chuckled, her eyes focused on the round purple hickey on your collarbone. Your eyes widened, you had almost forgotten about it. You had saw the hickey as you did your make up and Drew's shower but had forgotten to cover it.
"Who were you with?" She asked out of curiosity but you only shook your head, pretending to be shy about your actions.
"ugh okay come on everyone else is inside" She responded. You nodded before tugging slightly on your black dress as it rode up your thighs. You had your hair down with white sneakers on, a simple butterfly necklace and a skin tight strapless dress on that barely that went down a few inches on your thighs.
The music was loud, everyone definitely lit as you both walked in. Your eyes roamed the club. It was definitely a party style. There a lot of people around dancing, and neon objects glowing in the black lights. Madison guided you to the corner booth your shared friends resided in, including Drew.
""You look so cute!" Madelyn beamed as she wrapped you in a tight hug.
"You too babes" You responded, well yelled as you placed your chin on her shoulder, only to see Drew standing behind her, his eyes focused on your body. He almost looked upset. Seeming how you were still on the low about your relationship you didn't confront him, but you did check him out from afar. He stood on the side next to JD black denim jeans with a white striped button up collared shirt, with his signature gold chain around his neck and a black watch on his wrist.
Despite just getting your back blown out by Drew, you had to leave before anyone came searching for you so you didn't get to see Drew dressed up, the last image you had of him was of him in a towel and his wet hair slicked back.
He was looking so good at this point you had to distance yourself from him before you made it obvious of your secret.
"Come dance" Madelyn pleaded tugging on your arm.
"I need to be drunk before i get onto the dance floor" You joked. Madelyn though took you serious and walked over to the bar, ordering at least two shots for everyone since you were each going to be getting an Uber back to the hotels.
"Okay drink up" She responded holding both yours and her shot in the air. You quickly glanced over towards your secret boyfriend who was watching you intensely before you tossed your head back opening your throat, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat.
"phew" you said, a shiver following shortly after.
"Okay, One more " Madelyn insisted. You didn't plan to get shit faced of course , but you were definitely interested in a good time so you obliged, repeating the same action again, this time the liquids going down a bit easier. You both stood for a second in silence before she shook her head.
"I think one more with do us justice " She grinned. You chuckled, already feeling a slight buzz coming as the alcohol spread through your blood stream.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" You heard someone mumble from behind you. You looked over to see Drew standing behind you. You furrowed your brows together. How the hell did he get over there so fast?
"Don't " you mumbled before looking down at the table trying to avoid his gaze. "You're making it obvious" You responded before taking a step away, turning your back towards him.
Unfortunately you didn't notice how much those words actually upset Drew. IT had almost felt like he was an embarrassment to you with how much effort you put in to hiding him so he walked away, finding his way back next to JD.
"You okay man?" JD asked as he saw the obvious frown on Drew's face.
"Yeah man" He mumbled as he looked across the both of them, watching you quickly gulp away yet another shot of alcohol, bursting into laughter shortly after with Madelyn. He shook his head in disappointment. Of course he wanted you to have fun but he just didn't want you to get so waisted you end up doing something you regret and him not being able to help you since you didn't want him to show his affection towards you in front of everyone.
"Want a shot?" Drew asked glancing over at JD who also looked not too amused at the moment with the environment and in need of some lighting up. They both watched you and Madelyn make your way to the dance floor, merging in with the crowd as the quickly took their first shot, both of them sighing heavily as they attempted to mask the burning feeling.
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You immediately began swaying your hips to the upbeat music, the alcohol coursing through your body, giving you an almost out of body type feeling, something you usually didn't get unless you were in bed with Drew.
You didn't intend to jump into the party that fast. after 2 songs Chase had came by with more shots, unaware to the previous t3 you both had taken but neither of you denied them, quickly throwing your head back, wiping the drips off your chin as you looked over at Drew who surprisingly paid you no attention. You dancing slowed down as you realized the group Drew was associating with.
You could see JD and Rudy with Drew which was not an issue. it was the 3 bimbos standing with them too, one in particular standing too close for your comfort towards Drew, her index finger twirling in a poorly curled strand of hair.
You rolled your eyes, jealously now running through you. It was obviously intensified from the alcohol but you wanted to drag him away from the girls and show those girls exactly who he belonged to but you knew you couldn't say anything considering you and him were a secret.
"Hi" You heard from behind you. It was a tall brunette guy, pretty stocky with what looked to be hazel eyes and curly brown hair. At least that what you guessed since the dance floor was only lit up from black lights above you.
"Hi" You said with a friendly smile before turning back around, a frown forming as you noticed Drew laughing at whatever the girl closest to him just said.
"You got a name?" The guy asked, dancing behind you. You turned your head, almost ready to tell him to piss off until you glanced over towards Drew who still had not even given you a glance.
"Y/n" You responded as you turned your body completely around, facing towards him.
You studied his face. He looked cute, or maybe that was just the alcohol clouding your judgment. To your drunken eyes, he favored Timothee Chalamet to you, which was some one who was a sight for sore eyes.
- but, never the less, he wasn't Drew.
The guy mentioned his name back to you but between the alcohol and the music , you didn't hear him clearly. You looked to your side to see Chase and Madelyn in their own little world so you shrugged your shoulders, turning back towards the tall boy.
"You come here with someone?" He asked as he took a step closer, his body swaying along with yours to the music. You glanced over your shoulder towards Drew, the same scenario playing as earlier . You rolled your eyes becoming agitated with Drew before you looked back forward trying not to be obvious.
"I thought i did but it's looking like they didn't come in with me" You said, your lips close to his ear as he leaned forward to hear you.
"Huh" He responded leaning back. "That's to bad. You're very beautiful" He responded. You grinned widely, enjoying the attention.
The song changed, turning to a slower song, a more sensual vibe to it. You turned around, swaying your hips up against the guy as his hand wrapped around your waist.
You usually wouldn't do this, but between the alcohol and your jealousy towards Drew, you were enjoying every second of it in hopes Drew would catch on and realize what he was losing.
And surprisingly , that's exactly what happened.
Drew tried to play things your way. He tried to pretend that there was nothing going on between the two of you. He even gave other women attention to make it believable but it was all fake smiles and laughs when really all he wanted was to hold you. He did try his best though, that is until he looked up to check on you only to see your body being held by another guy, your ass pressed against the guys crotch as he practically dry humped you from behind.
Now Drew didn't drink as much as you did, but he did have 1 to 2 shots , enough to help spark a fire inside of him, rage flowing through his veins. Drew didn't hesitate to make his way over to you, his mind only focused on removing the guy from his girl.
"Y/n what the fuck" He spat out as he tugged on your hand, trying to remove you from him. Your eyes widened, guilt instantly flowing through you. You didn't mean for any of this to happen and seeing Drew standing in front of you fuming, you couldn't help but to feel embarrassed by your actions.
"Man back off alright she's just having a good time" The guy said with a cocky smirk plastered across his face.
"Fuck off " Drew scolded before looking back at you, completely brushing the guy off.
"This is really how you want to sell it ?" He said, his voice louder than normal because of the music, but those surrounding him including Chase and Madelyn hearing.
"Oh go fuck yourself Drew" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You began to march off of the dance floor, making your way towards the table you were previously at, leaving the stranger stranded.
"REal mature Y/n" He responded following closely behind you. The rest of the group followed behind, beyond confused as to why the two of you would even be arguing like this.
"Oh but you weren't doing the same thing over here with the chick ? Laughing at every little thing she said" You spat out.
He threw his hands up.
"Y/n i was trying to play your little game of secrets" He argued back.
"Wait what secrets?" Madison spat out. The both of you stared at each other, unsure who was going or not going to spill the truth.
"No point in hiding it anymore Y/n" Drew argued. You furrowed your brows in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest as Drew spoke. Which he was absolutely right which upset you anymore.
"Somebody better start talking in point two second or -"
"We're dating" you interrupted, looking over towards Madison.
Everyone's jaw dropped except for JD's, his response was jut of him shaking his head.
"What!?" Madison yelled out in shock.
"Like talking?" She asked, looking between the two of you. " Or like, dating dating?"
"More like dating dating" Rudy butted in, pushing his index finger into a circle he made with his other hand, indicating intercourse.
You quickly placed your head in your hand with embarrassment.
"No fucking way" Chase responded, a wide grin on his face.
"Bro why didn't you tell me?" Chase yelled out placing his hand on Drew's shoulder.
"We didn't want anyone mad at us or like, i don't know it ruin this friendship we all have" You responded, lowering your head in disappointment.
"Y/n are you delusional? Why would that make any of us mad ?" Madison replied with a wide grin on his face.
"You guys, i called it" JD finally spoke, a cocky smirk across his face.
"Whaattt? " you responded looking over at him with confusion.
"You guys have been clung to each other since you first met. I'm not stupid" He laughed. You shook your head, a grin forming on your face.
"Okay the cats out of the bag so you guys don't have to continue pretending okay? " Madelyn responded. "Can we please get back to dancing?" She pleaded. They all nodded before the group once again went their separate ways, leaving you and Drew alone at the table.
"I'm sorry" You responded stepping closer towards him, placing your hand on his.
"ME too" He responded looking down at you.
"I kind of want to get out of here, yanno" You said with a smirk on your face. He grinned back, nodding his head.
"agreed".
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liam dunbar x reader / masterlist
summary; alec, scott’s new beta has a thing for liam’s girl, and sufficed to say, liam is anything but happy about the predicament / warnings; jealousy, smut, some choking, fucking in a playground, daddy kink, mentions of masturbation, mentions of phone sex, mentions of exhibitionism, oral sex (fem receiving).
the boy with anger issues was feeling a rage boil in his veins; they were in scott’s home, he had came back from college for a break, and thus, alec had joined in meeting with their alpha, though, not all his attention was reprised upon said pack leader.
there was a movie flashing upon the screen, you sat cross legged on the couch, whilst liam had been sent to the kitchen to grab a bowl of popcorn. he could feel his hand putting amble pressure on the plastic bowl, as he watched you explain every dumb thing occurring in the motion picture film.
alec was acting clueless on purpose, he could tell, more so since when he had first joined the pack, he had made such moves on you. and spoiler, eventually they had been successful. you were the same age as scott, meaning that you too had returned to beacon hills for your half term clause in the higher education, and liam wanted you to spend every moment with him, not this stray.
it took all his supernatural strength to restrain the growl threatening to rumble from his chest, his claws bent into the flesh of his palms, drawing a pooling of blood to the tether down from the self inflicted wound. scott smelt the blood, and wrinkled his nose at the scent that invaded his nostrils; he thought liam had his issues under control, but supposedly not entirely.
he couldn’t help himself, alec was trying his best, slyly glancing down your top, and he got he was only a hormonal teenage boy, same as him, but you were his girl. a rumble, resembling the natural force of thunder echoed around the living space, drawing all eyes, human and otherwise, in his direction.
the growl that had erupted from his chest had been possessive, a warning to the young, adopted beta, who quickly adjourned his arm away from the back of the couch, and shuffled from right beside you.
“li, are you good?” in an instant you removed yourself from where you were sat, walking towards him, and smoothing his shoulders over with your palms, watching as he heavily breathed. amber eyes flickered up to you, making you gulp; you now understood what had him so relentless and blunt with his aggression.
“i want to leave.” it wasn’t a question, it was a defiant statement. in turn, you nodded, grasping anything you needed, such as you jacket, and pulling it over your arms, liam quickly heading out, without bidding either of the boys a goodbye.
“see ya.” you waved at the pair, you would apologise for liam’s behaviour later to scott, he of course understood the situation nevertheless, he had been his alpha for a long time now. a hand grasped you as soon as you exited, pillowing roughly into your skin as he dragged you down the street, his pace quick and daring.
“you think i didn’t notice that beta’s eyes drifting down to your cleavage or him practically pawing for your attention.” he had stopped the two of you outside of a playground, you gulped, listening to him with an adjacent inclination.
“liam, there’s no need to be jealous.” your words had the priority of calming his angered exterior, though it happened that you had done rather the opposite. there was a firm line deposited between his dark brows, a frown that was aimed towards you directly.
“me, jealous? oh no, i know that you’re mine, but it comes to the question, do you?” he bit his lip, tensing the bridge of his nose as he moved his face closer to your own. “for all i know, at college, you don’t even let anyone know that you’re in a relationship, it could be your little secret, so you can fuck whomever you want.”
“that’s something i’d never do, you know that!” his accusations were flimsy, that much was liable, though although knowing that all his words came out of a place of secluded insecurity, you still felt the necessity to defend yourself. if you played his game, it would make him subconsciously doubt himself, and possibly believe the things that he was saying were true.
“do i?” the beta pried. liam made directories closer towards you, taking steps to discern your defence, letting his hand ravel up, and close around the front of your neck. your breath instantly hitched, as he wordlessly stated the power he had over you; not to mention, he was stronger, and he was irked, meaning that he would go to any lengths to prove his point, or lack of one.
“liam.” your hands came up to scratch at the exterior of his, worried that he would do some prominent damage, but rather than releasing his grip, he tightened his fist, triggering a hitch in your breath, and a uncoordinated, surprising moan to fly from your lips, as though your body was inherently howling at him for more.
“does my girlfriend like that? i think she likes daddy having his hand around her throat, don’t you baby? are you daddy’s dirty girl?” his slick words made your brain disintegrate into a contortion of confusion; more specifically, riddled with uncertainty, searching for a reason as to why his mature words were affecting you so.
there was no question about the matter, he was well adorned with the specifics of how it was affecting you. the reverberating of your heart thumped in his ears, like drums of a sacred matter, telling him how your hormones crazed, thundering with potential submission, that alternately had your knees quaking, fighting to remain standing.
then, there was the intoxicating aroma that scaled up to his nose from between your legs. that alone was a dead give away, he was lucky that it hadn’t killed him in the dead of night yet. being apart from you for so long had drove him borderline insane, one touch from you had him swooning, wanting nothing more for your hands to drift and intimately pet him.
phone calls, as erotic as some of them were, was just enough. the two of you were sectioned off for education in different counties, the distance pained him, in more ways than one. sometimes he’d wake up with a throbbing appendage between his thighs, begging for attention, more specifically, yours.
his hand got by, completing the job, but it wasn’t the same as the feeling of your sweet velvet walls encasing him likes an umbrella pouch, hugging his shaft tight as he rammed his length inside of you, preening moans of ecstasy out of your sinful mouth. the thought of such scenarios would have hun instantly hard in the school showers, leaving him frustrated for the rest of the day.
and though you had returned for a couple of weeks, he remained prominently stressed, never having enough contact with your skin that he had missed so much. he wished for nothing more than to spend it in a godforsaken rut, trapping you in the confines of his bed as he thrust in and out of you, but it so happened that isn’t how your return had panned out.
the luxury of the bed was not present, in its place was the soft breeze prickling at your skin, making every lingering, and restraining touch that he gave to it that more sensual. it was like nature was biting at your skin, plucking up the courage to adorn your flesh in small bumps, coercing your nipples into being erect, although, that was admittedly not all down to the wispy air.
your boyfriend had turned you on, his methods of doing so far different from anything that he had ever embraced before. whom would have ever thought that the once youngest member of the mccall pack would not forlorn in his youth, but instead want to demean his title as something as sexual as ‘daddy’? you sure as didn’t, but you couldn’t deny, it was kind of hot.
okay, more than hot, a lot more. “answer me y/n.” that’s right, you had gotten swept away with this whole new side to your partner, to say that you were drooling was an understatement, if he pointed it out, you’d blame it on him choking you. choking you! damn, he really had been reading up on some kinky shit whilst you were away.
“i do.” it was an honest answer, traded from you to him. though, it wasn’t entirely what he wanted to hear, you recognised that as he promptly squeezed your air way, causing your tongue to dip out of your mouth as you momentarily gasped for an ounce of breath. to spare you a second to respond, he pardoned his grip, stroking down the side of your face with the back of his stern hand.
“answer properly this time babe, else, i’ll fuck you over the swing set.” gulping, you locked eyes with liam, rubbing your thighs together at his prospect, inhaling heavily, as you felt him soothe his thumb rub upon the crevice of your chin, moisturising your own saliva into your skin.
“i love you choking me, daddy.” the word had a strange affect on your body as it rolled almost effortlessly off your tongue. instantly, verbalising the phrase had you feeling meek under the cold gaze of your boyfriend, a smirk ruling his face, as he clasped his knuckles into the dips of your waist, tugging you close.
“good girl.” he ushered the words into your ear as though he were a pro at doing so, lowering his palms to grab both your ass cheeks, a shocked squeal clawing out of the colander of your throat. “but i’m still going to fuck you over it, and i expect you to grasp onto the chains like you’re holding on for your life, and wail like a banshee that you are all mine.”
a slither of a sound, radiating utter betrothal escaped your withering lips, it was something between noise of a whimper, and a small moan. liam took that, and rightfully so, as approval to proceed with his intentions, and thus, he lead you through the gravel of the empty playground, directing his footsteps to the swings, and pushing you to be in front of him.
he bent your waist a little, so that you were hunched over, offering the perfect angle to generate pleasure for the both of you, as he began to tug your jeans down, letting the tight material meet with the croons of your ankles, and remain tethered around them.
“shit, you’ve already soaked through your panties baby.” liam soothed his fingers over the wet patch that opted through the thin material, brushing directly over your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your mouth to wantonly drop open, in a silent beckon for more. “i can smell you too, you know, and damn, do you smell fucking divine.”
“daddy please.” the beg fell comfortably from you, there was no sudden recital to saying it once more. peculiarly, it felt natural, the dynamic between you and your partner being a stable structure to begin exploring further aspects that spectated in intimacy.
“sit on the seat, daddy will help you out darling.” trailing around the side of the metal structure, you carefully strode to do as liam has said, perching your ass on the swing, it lightly swaying from the impact of your weight upon the small dipped hammock. “there we go.”
liam knelt, scathing his covered knees upon the ground, as he ran his eager palms along the insides of your thighs, plucking at the band of your panties, before shuffling them down far enough so that he had all the access that he hungered for. the brisk whim that waded through the nighttime air had your pussy clenching, feeling the cold integrate against your folds, as liam puckered his lips.
he blew hot air upon your labia, enforcing your grip around the malleable metal chains to tighten, as you lightly shuffled the way that you were sat, spreading your legs a little wider, as your toes scratched relentlessly inside your socks, digging the front of your sneakers into the tarmac below.
your boyfriend leant forwards, swiping his tongue up your folds, causing you to press your head back, as you airily sighed from the contact, loving the way that his tongue delved around the area of your clit, swirling the bud in his mouth, as his teeth gently pinched the sensitive fumble of flesh.
“li- ah, daddy.” he had nipped at your outer lips, serving his actions as a form to correct how you had labelled him. “fuck, you’re so good with your tongue- shit.” his tongue slipped down into your entrance, thrusting the part of himself in and out of you, as you almost fell out of the swing seat.
“mmh.” your so called daddy hummed, sucking once more on your clit, before pulling his head away, as he stood, dragging you with him to force you to stand, delving his saturated tongue into the depths of your mouth, giving you no other option than to taste yourself on his buds. “what do you say baby?” his hand crawled into your hair as he bit his lip, staring with heavy lids at your flushed expression.
“thank you daddy.” a strong nod, he swiftly rotated you around, giving a light smack to your ass cheek, pinching the flesh, as he hurriedly undressed his bottom half, after fishing a loose packaged condom out of his back pocket. his tongue toyed with his top lip, as he ripped open the plastic square, rolling the condom onto his erect cock, giving himself a couple of jerks, as he steadied himself behind where you had hunched over once more.
he grasped his heavy cock, sliding his length through your smothered folds, teasing you as he tapped your clit, resting his hips flush against your own, as he pressed inside of you, causing an elongated string of obscene sounds to cast out of your mouth, playing a tune out of your melodically fawned lips.
a grunt tore itself out of his chest, as he clenched his fine jaw, digging his thumbs into your ass cheeks, as he began to move; delving deep within you, before pulling out of your tight walls, and rutting himself back inside of you. “fuck, feels so good da- ah!”
your natural sounds of pleasure drowned the surrounding area in an epitome of adulterated musings. adjoined with the sounds of liam’s skin slapping against your own, it was a surprise that no one had intervened, nor walked by. though, liam would have heard if they were in a nearby radius, with his supernatural hearing, that he had gotten through a set of canines digging urgently into his wrist, as he hung solemnly off the side of the hospital.
“you’re all mine, you hear that? those frat boys can keep their pervy gazes off of my girl, otherwise i guess i’ll just have to pay you a visit, and fuck you loud enough for anyone to hear.” he began panting, flowing his breath down upon your lower back. “yeah, you like that idea baby girl, how about i take over in the lecture hall and bend you over that desk, drilling into your tight cunt in front of every one so that they know that you belong to me?”
his half conceived promises, his taunting of you had you rolling closer to the edge, backing your hips backwards as you urgently met with his thrusts, forcing him to hip deeper into your cervix, a light growl prowling out of his chest, as he leant against you, angling his waist lower as he thrust upwards, his chest flat against your back.
“yes- fuck! please daddy, i wou- love that. love for you to fuck me for everyone to see, fill me with your cum, make me cu-um.” his heated breath strained against your skin, as your eyes fluttered, feeling succumbed to a white flush inside your veins, your body halting with it’s stability, resting helplessly over the swing seat, a she kept you steady.
“all mine.” your boyfriend stated, as he made you fall over the edge, ravenously thrusting into you to chase his own high. “gonna fucking cum.” a minor roar yelped out of his mouth, as his eyes strung shut, his shoulders relaxing as he emptied his seed into the condom, pulling out of your sopping cunt, as he removed the layer of protection, throwing it successfully in a bin a few feet away.
hazily, you went to stand, liam helping you pull your bottoms up, as he did so to himself too. he held you up, as he hoisted a passionate kiss onto your lips, a satisfied smile on his face once he pulled away. “i miss you so much when you’re away, i love you y/n/n.”
an appeased expression faulted your expression, as you reached up to entwine your hands together at the back of his neck. “i’m all yours li, or should i call you daddy?” you teased, causing a blush to fathom the apples of his cheeks. he looked down, an embarrassed poise covering his face.
“shut up.” he jokingly prompted, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he began to walk you home, as you continued to tease him about his newly revealed kink, or multiple.
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