#babygirl i can fuck with characters so much to take them from the clutches of fanon's hands
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captive
Raider! Joel Miller x Female Reader
summary: You find yourself missing your captor while he’s out on an early morning hunt with the rest of the group.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. RAIDER ERA. DARK!JOEL. DUBCON. IMPLIED PREVIOUS NONCON. UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 50). READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. mentions of Joel’s group murdering reader’s group, it’s implied her family members were also killed, Joel pretty much kidnaps reader and keeps her as his own, stockholm syndrome, reader deals with a lot of very distressing and conflicting feelings, Joel isn’t too creepy or extremely dark, but he is still not a good person, mentions of Tommy. VERY BRIEF SMUT in the form of cockwarming, daddy kink but i didn’t go overboard this time, pet names (honey, baby, babygirl, sweetheart) if i missed anything, you can POLITELY let me know because if i missed anything, it was purely accidental. minimal editing.
PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS.
if this isn’t your thing, that’s fine, just scroll on by.
word count: 1.4k
a/n: i might actually throw up idk. i’ve had this itch to try dark joel and seeing as i have major writer’s block with all my other wips i decided to just scratch the itch. this is a little out of my comfort zone but i actually ended up feeling pleased with what i wrote. this is my personal take on dark/raider joel, i’m sure it is very out of character but it’s fanfiction so…yeah. here it is.
It’s the rain that rouses you from your sleep.
It beats down heavily on the remote cabin’s tin roof.
Loud. Much too loud.
You roll over, settling yourself on your side.
The mattress is old, worn, rotting beneath the sheets.
You can’t complain, though. At least you have a bed.
Everybody else is forced to sleep on the hard floor.
He always gets the room with the bed.
As his special girl, that means you always get the room with the bed too.
It’s not quite as flattering as one would believe.
He only ever wants the bedroom for one reason—to keep you behind a locked door so you can’t run.
You sigh softly and stare out the window. He’d secured that too, made certain that it couldn’t be opened from the inside.
Closing your eyes, you try and go back to sleep.
Sleep doesn’t come.
His absence is starting to bother you.
You’ve been with him for an entire season now.
You’re getting used to him.
The sound of his voice.
The warmth of his body.
The taste of his lips.
You can’t even sleep without him next to you.
“Fuck,” you whisper, clutching the stale sheets, balling them in your fists out of frustration.
How was it possible? How could you be missing him?
He had taken everything from you.
Your family.
Your home.
Your innocence.
He was holding you captive. He was a monster.
But a monster doesn’t keep you safe.
Doesn’t clothe you.
Doesn’t feed you.
Doesn’t protect you.
He did all of those things and more.
Is that why you feel so empty without him beside you?
Is that why you’re no longer so certain you would run if you were given the chance to escape him?
You fucking hated him for what he’d done.
Yet here you are, aching for him to come back to you.
It’s another hour before you hear the lock clicking.
Joel pushes through the door, quietly closing it behind him.
“Y’awake?” he asks, slipping his pack off his shoulders.
“Mhm,” you answer with your back to him. “I am.”
You hear the sound of his pack hitting the floor.
His worn leather boots being kicked off.
His rifle being set down, propped against the wall.
“How was the hunt?”
You can feel him freeze as he’s taking off his jacket.
Getting you to willingly speak to him had always been a lot like pulling teeth. Difficult, almost impossible.
When he doesn’t respond, you roll over to face him.
There’s a swoop in your tummy.
Joel is drenched from head to toe. His blue denim shirt clings to his broad frame and his dark, graying curls are slicked back away from his face.
He’s got such a handsome face.
Monsters aren’t supposed to have handsome faces.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re really askin’ me how the hunt went?” Suspicion laces his tone. “Why? Y’worried you won’t eat tonight?”
Of course you weren’t.
Joel Miller doesn’t let you go hungry.
When food is scarce, he makes sure you eat first. If he notices you rubbing your tummy because your portion wasn’t enough, he’ll give you his own portion.
He takes care of you.
“No.” You pause and sit up. The sheets you two share fall away from your body, leaving your soft, supple breasts on full display for him. “Just wanted to know how your morning went. That’s all.”
It’s not your tits that make his cock twitch against the zipper of his jeans—it’s the sincerity that flashes across your features, the sound of it in the tone of your voice.
You’re being sweet to him.
He clears his throat lightly.
“Went real good. Brought down a deer. Female, ‘bout a hundred pounds or so. Enough to keep all of us well fed for the next couple of weeks,” he says with a nod. “Was pissin’ rain the entire time but it was worth it. Tommy’s in the shed out back right now dressin’ it so we can get a stew started.” He pauses. “You’re gonna get a proper meal tonight, babygirl. Belly’s gonna be nice and full.”
He’s not just talking about food and you know it.
You make an effort to meet his gaze, but you can’t. You can’t bring yourself to do it, not when you remembered how he’d taken you away from your family—how he had carried you over his shoulder, kicking and screaming as his people raided your camp and slaughtered every last member of your group because that’s what Joel Miller had ordered them to do.
Looking him in the eye might be the one thing you will never, ever be able to do.
“It’s cold,” you murmur after a minute. “You should get out of those wet clothes before you get sick.”
With a subtle nod, Joel turns around and starts peeling off his clothes until he’s completely naked. He uses an old rag to dry himself off as best as he can, although it doesn’t do much for him.
You can’t help yourself and stare—your gaze drags over the strong muscles of his back and shoulders, how they flex and ripple beneath his skin with every single one of his movements. Arousal pools between your thighs and all you can do is fucking hate yourself for wanting it, for wanting him.
“S’pretty early still,” he states, his back still to you as he runs the rag through his hair. “Y’should try to get some more sleep.”
The confession tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think about stopping it.
“I couldn’t sleep while you were gone.”
Surprised, he turns around.
Almost immediately, your eyes fall to his cock.
Even when he isn’t fully hard, he’s still so fucking big.
“Is that so?” Joel asks, sounding rather pleased.
“Yes,” you say, softly. “I—I missed you.”
His lips turn upwards into a subtle, faint grin.
“Yeah?” he coos. “My sweet little girl missed me while I was gone? Hm?” Slowly, he approaches the bed. It dips slightly and the frame creaks as he plants a knee on the mattress and leans over towards you. Gently, Joel takes your chin between his index finger and thumb. “Y’need Daddy by your side so you can sleep, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you whisper, warm tears glazing over your eyes.
It’s bad enough your body welcomed him so easily.
Now your heart was starting to do the same.
And then there was your mind.
What if that stopped fighting him too?
Part of you is afraid it already has.
Joel climbs into bed, joining you under the sheets.
“M’here, my pretty girl. C’mere, honey.” He coaxes you to lay on your side and pulls you back against his chest. His skin is still damp, frigid from having been out in the elements, but somehow he’s still warm. “That better?”
“Need you closer,” you mumble, wiggling against him.
Joel groans, his thick cock hard and throbbing against the small of your back. He nips at your bare shoulder as his hand drags down the length of your body and slips between your thighs. “Christ, babygirl. Pussy’s soakin’ wet for me. Looks like she missed me while I was gone too, didn’t she, sweetheart?”
He runs his finger along your slick, silky folds.
“Daddy,” you whimper, bucking into his hand.
“Don’t worry, honey. Daddy knows what you need.”
Joel pulls his hand from between your legs.
You almost cry—you’re so fucking desperate for him.
And you shouldn’t be.
He reaches in between your bodies, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. Without warning, he slips it into your tight, aching cunt, sheathing himself in your warm, wet heat in one smooth stroke.
You choke out a sob.
It’s always overwhelming, that initial stretch.
That fullness, the feeling of him being in your belly.
“S’alright, sweetheart. S’alright. I know you can take it,” he soothes you. “You’re such a good girl for me. Always take my cock so fuckin’ well. So good for me, baby. You feel better now that Daddy’s cock is buried inside your pretty little pussy?”
He drapes an arm around you, pulling your back flush against his chest.
“Yes,” you breathe, placing your hand on top of his.
Joel feathers a kiss onto your neck.
“Go to sleep, babygirl. M’here. Ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he promises you.
That shouldn’t be a comfort to you. But it is.
You close your eyes, your fingers subconsciously lacing together with his as you start to drift.
Cunt full of his cock, you fall asleep in your captor’s arms.
divider credit to @saradika🤍
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for the ask meme: Reeve
For the Opinion Meme || Still accepting!
Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual, but functionally gay. Because I write Reeve as being Cetra (I feel the need to link this every time I mention it because it's such a wild-ass take that any time I don't, I have confused people messaging me), he's basically extremely paranoid about sexual situations that could end in children. Especially since his mother is always trying to set him up on dates (and he's half-wondering if she's trying to arrange for him to produce more little part-Cetran babies) and the President is always setting him up on blind dates (I have a whole headcanon about this, but basically, Reeve's concerned that President knows).
So with him being so paranoid about it, he just... doesn't have sex with women. Ever. It's much safer that way.
Gender Headcanon: Cis man. Although, that said, I used to RP as girl!Reeve, and that was fun as hell.
A ship I have with said character: HAHAHAHAHA. All of them.
No, but seriously, there's very few people I haven't written/read/shipped Reeve with.
Reeve/Tseng? Delicious.
Reeve/Lazard? Omg, yes, please.
Reeve/Genesis? Don't mind if I do (ship of my soul, currently).
Reeve/Reno? Talk about fucking up my heart okay.
Reeve/Rude? They're wonderful together.
Reeve/Sephiroth? Yep. I could do that.
Reeve/Veld? I can get behind that.
Reeve/Vincent? Mm. So wonderful.
Reeve/Barret? I expect some angst in there, but that's delicious too.
Like, not all of these work with all of my HCs, but I am happy to jettison/rework HCs to make things happen.
A BROTP I have with said character: No matter what I'm doing, if Reeve and Tseng aren't an active couple, then they're best friends. I just. I love the two of them together, especially with all the potential angst between them with their secrets and everything. It's just wonderful.
A NOTP I have with said character: I think the closest thing I really have to a NOTP is probably Reeve/Hojo, but that's a holdover from an old RP partner who uh... we did some pretty dark stuff with that. Like, I can see it, but man, it is fucked up. Especially with my Reeve in particular.
A random headcanon: Hm... I've already talked about Reeve being a Cetra and Reeve being an Inspire... Here, since I went light on the ship descriptions this time, have a small handful of random headcanons instead:
I would say my biggest "obscure" headcanon is that Reeve lives in a 3,000 sq foot custom-built penthouse in Upper Eight. And yes, I have a floorplan. One day, I'll do some drawings of the rooms.
Reeve’s blood type is type O negative.
Reeve requires every single Urban Dev employee to wear a carbon bangle with Restore, Ice, and Lightning materia equipped. They’re also required to annually attend a training known as “Materia Camp,” to ensure they’re comfortable with the basic use. This is because Urban Dev employees are, statistically speaking, the most likely to be first-on-the-scene of any sort of emergency situation.
Reeve has three small tattoos along his spine. They’re three Wutaian characters in a straight line, each character a few inches from the previous one, and from top to bottom, they read: Courage, Inspiration, and Resilience. They’re the same characters his father wrote in the front of each of his sketchbooks.
General Opinion over said character: My babygirl. Look. Reeve is my angel and ... yeah, I'd say he is probably my favorite character in the game.
BONUS! A song I associate with the character:
Where am I today? I wish that I knew
'Cause looking around there's no sign of you
I don't remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from you lead
I'm holding my heart out but clutching it, too
Feeling this sort of a love that we once knew
Calling this a home when it's not even close
I'm playing the role with nerves left exposed
-- "Reasons Why," by Nickel Creek.
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Desertborn party poison. Hmm. Thinking thoughts
actually! this would make them closer to the twitter canon (bc being desert born would give them an elaborate personality that lives in my head only). which is like. the only canon depiction. but also you can use that to examine the disconnect between the canon and the way they’re depicted in the comic (which is barely to being with but the them being a symbol is there). god works hard but dr death defying works harder
#like it doesn't matter where they're from however it does shape them differently. same stances for maybe diff reasons#etc etc#babygirl i can fuck with characters so much to take them from the clutches of fanon's hands#and by that i mean make them closer to canon#anyway this aligns with my jet star leader agenda#glitch don't look#party poison#hcs#V
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YOU’RE MINE, NOT HIS
CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP// BAKUGO X F!READER
Warning: NSFW 18+, cheating (not really), fingering, unprotected sex
You and Izuku have gotten very close recently while studying together, and a certain someone isnt very happy about it.
AN: Poor Izuku 🥺 I felt so bad writing this, but so good at the same time lol I must write something soon to pay him back//also send me requests for oneshots! im down to try anything you guys might want!
WC: 2k
Masterlist
You and Izuku had a ‘study date’ last night at his house. You were hardly struggling in organic chem, just needed an excuse to come over at this point. You two had been meeting for tutoring sessions for the last two months or so. Your grades had thoroughly improved since then, so most people believed thats all you two were doing; studying. And you were, of course, but as of recently it was a lot more than that. It started with innocent glances at your chest while you took notes, brushing his fingers along your leg when you couldn’t figure out the answer to a question, and you weren’t oblivious. You began to reciprocate the feeling, wearing shorter skirts to bend over and pick up your pencil, laying your hands on his chest when you begged him to give you the answers. He adored the way you looked up at him so innocently, with pleading eyes, desperately needing his help. He loved helping you improve, after all, he wanted you to become a great hero by his side one day.
However, not everyone was oblivious to you and Izuku’s little sessions. Bakugo knew something was going on between you two. He had never seen Izuku so protective over someone the way he was with you. He hated the way the green-haired boy would stare at you with dark eyes when you spoke to another male student. He noticed how he’d always want to be around you, his demeanor changing when you would leave for a different class or when training sessions were split up. Bakugo was utterly disgusted by it, but it gave him an evil idea. ‘She doesn’t belong to him, she never will, I’ll be sure of it’ he thought to himself.
After last nights study session, you failed to realize that you had left your textbook on his bed. He noticed soon after you left and texted you, telling you not to worry and that he’d bring it for you tomorrow morning. You had missed him in the morning though, running late from going to get an iced coffee, so you decided you would get it from his bag in the locker room before your chem class. You both had training but you had to go to a different site with the rest of the girls, while the boys stayed in a closer facility.
Your water quirk meant that you spent a lot of time getting wet, so naturally, your hero suit looked like an elegant yet sexy two piece swim suit. The top was white, long sleeved with a cut out above your breasts and the bottoms were a standard bikini bottom, with sheer white tights that were waterproof. You always felt so weird wearing it during co-ed training sessions, but Momo urged you to feel confident in it, telling you that you looked sooo hot in it. You got to the girls locker room early to slip into your hero suit. You made your way over to the boys locker room and took a peek inside. They all seemed to be out and training already so you snuck inside. You looked around before you spotted his bag, his All Might backpack. You chuckled a bit before bending over to unzip the bag. You grabbed your textbook from it and zipped the bag back up. You stood up to leave but when you turned to face the door, a large figure stood in your way.
“Oi, what do you think you’re doing in here?” the intimidating blonde scoffed at you. You shuffled backwards, clutching your book in your arms. You were sure that everyone had left already, was he here the whole time? He began to step forward before he was standing an inch from you. You looked up to meet his eyes that were piercing down at you.
“And you’ve got your sexy little hero suit on, its almost like you wanted to get caught in here” he laughed with a devilish grin.
“I-I have training to go to. I was getting my textbook from Izuku’s bag” you managed to say. His eyes filled with rage upon hearing his name. He thought of the late nights you two spent together, he imagined Izuku talking down to you, treating you like some helpless puppy, acting like he was some sort of hero, taking advantage of you. You were taken back by the face he made at you. You knew Bakugo hated Izuku, but what did your relationship with him have to do with that? Was he jealous? Or spiteful?
“I dont know what you see in Deku, but I can promise you, you’ll forget all about him after this” Bakugo said in a husky voice. ‘After what?’ you thought. Before you had time to think, his hand was wrapped around your neck as he pulled his lips to yours, crashing the two together. You and Izuku weren’t dating, but something about this felt wrong. You pulled yourself away from him and stepped back.
“Bakugo, w-we shouldn’t, this isn’t right”
“I don’t think you belong to him do you? Come on, I see the way you look at me”
He was right, you do look at him with flirtatious eyes, or at least, you used to. Before you and Izuku started meeting to study, you would fawn over Bakugo. He never seemed to return the feelings however, always picking on you or making fun of you. You deemed that as him being uninterested, so you moved on from your infatuation, but you were very wrong. He never stopped watching over you, showing his affection in his own odd way. But his heart dropped when he realized you didn’t look at him the same anymore, but looked at Izuku that way instead. He couldn’t stand to see you with that nerd when he deserved to have you. You were lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize he had stepped closer to you. You were up against the lockers now, your exposed back grazing the cold metal.
He bent down and whispered seductively in your ear, “Let me make you feel good baby, we don’t have much time in here and I think you should see what a real man feels like”. He pressed his lips to yours, more feverishly this time, as if he was about to lose you. His tongue invaded your mouth and tangled with yours. You didn’t pull away this time so he slipped his hand under your suit and began to grab at your breast. He brought his coarse fingers to your nipples and began gently rolling it around between them. You let out a breathy moan into his mouth. He shuddered at the sound of your voice, he loved hearing you enjoy his touch.
He traced his free hand down your stomach until he got to the waist band of your tight bottoms. You squeeze his shoulder with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He slipped his hand underneath and started by running his fingers along your folds. He dipped two fingers into your cunt and began to gently pump them in and out of you. He removed his lips from yours, moving down to your neck, sucking and biting at your tender flesh. You let out soft cries as his fingers pick up the pace.
“Tell me what you want” he demanded, looking back up into your eyes. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you remembered why you were in the locker room in the first place. Anguish and regret was painted on your face and Bakugo noticed.
“Don’t feel bad baby, what he doesn’t know cant hurt him, now be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want” he said as he plunged another finger inside you. Your legs shook and all your thoughts of Izuku vanished under his touch. He was only trying to comfort you in the moment, but he wanted Izuku to know what you two were doing.
“P-please I want you, I want you i-inside please” you begged. You needed to feel him, you needed him to fuck you.
“I knew it, Deku’s just not doing it for ya is he?” he said with a cocky grin. Truth be told, you and Izuku had never gotten that far before because he was taking things too slow. You desperately needed a good fuck, it had been months since you’ve last felt this good. You knew Izuku would be a gentle sweetheart in the sheets but you needed someone who could do both; fuck you senseless but also make love, and Bakugo could hit both those marks.
He removed his fingers from you as you clenched around the emptiness he left. He pulled your bottoms down and quickly turned you around, pushing your face into the lockers. You hear him fumble to unzip his pants before he prodded his member at your entrance. You couldn’t look back to see exactly how big he was but when he began to drag his cock along your folds, your legs started to tremble. He gathered your slick and pushed into you. You let out a loud cry as your walls grasped onto his girthy cock. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back, holding them with one hand. He started to violently pound into you, his balls slapping against your swollen lips, echoing in the empty locker room. He used his free hand to reach around and started to swirl his fingers around your sensitive nub. His pace never let up, he started to thrust harder and deeper with every second. Tears started to form as you felt your orgasm coming up.
“Who do you belong to?” he grunted into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.
“You Katsuki, I be-belong to you”
“Thats right babygirl, only me, now cum all over my cock”
Your legs began to quiver and your entire body convulsed. You let out a long cry as your walls clenched and released your juices all over him. He couldn’t take much more after that and removed his hand from your nub before he grabbed at your ass, gripping onto it for dear life. His pace quickened before he quickly pulled out, his cock twitching, warm shots of cum spurting all over your back and ass. He leaned to kiss you on the cheek then walked over to his bag, pulling out a small white towel. You stayed motionless, still with your face pressed against the lockers waiting for him to return. He cleaned you up and turned you around to face him. Realizing how long you two were in there, you quickly pulled your bottoms and tights up, fearful that the other boys would be returning any moment. Bakugo looked disappointed in how rushed you were to leave him. You tried to step forward but he planted a hand next to your head against the lockers. With his other hand he tilted your chin up and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
“You know I can tutor you right?” he said with a small smirk. You blushed at the suggestion. You didn’t really need tutoring anymore, but you would love to see him again. Before you could answer you heard a door open. Bakugo removed his arm from the locker and turned to look at who interrupted you two.
“Y/n! Are you okay? Did you find my bag?” he asked sympathetically. You swallowed hard and just nodded, bending to pick up the textbook you had dropped. You quickly scurried to the door before looking back at Bakugo quickly with a stern eye, as if signaling for him to ‘keep his mouth shut’. He looked back at you with a devious smile and a wink before you shut the door.
“What are you doing in here with y/n? What did you do?”
“I just taught her a lesson, I don’t think she’ll be needing your help anymore” Bakugo said with a smug grin before leaving Izuku alone in the locker room.
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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 2]
pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader
this chapter’s notes; cam show, masturbation, dirty talk, sir!kink, tiny jealous!seungcheol. Wow! Thank you all so much for your interest in Cherry Bomb and our very favorite simp! LMAO 😆 And thank you all for being so patient! I know one week drags on when ur waiting for content so thank you so so so so so much for your patience! 🥰🍒 also, some new characters in this, am sorry if ur not a fan but the rest of svt r also simps in this so we had to expand a bit 🤪 HAHAHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGCHEOL!!!
chapters; 1 - 2 - ?
It’s 10:05AM when Seungcheol makes it to work, tossing his things in his employee locker before pocketing his phone and heading out to the floor for the day.
He’d gotten approximately 3 hours of sleep and the giddiness was still eating him up when he greets Jeongguk; the tall male that works at the concession stand at the roller rink.
“Hey Seungcheol-hyung! Whoa, you look like you didn’t get any sleep, what happened to you?” The two share a laugh; Seungcheol ruffling his own hair as he sighs. “I couldn’t sleep last night, I was just too… Uh, excited about w-work…” He stutters out, Jeongguk’s eyebrow raised almost immediately at the blatant lie.
“Hyung, we’ve been working here for months. No offense, but nobody gets excited about coming here. Yoongi-hyung is hiding in the restroom as we speak.” Jeongguk deadpans, eyes rolling as he passes Seungcheol a water bottle. “Did you get laid?”
Not really, but kinda? But no, Seungcheol thinks.
“Nah, I just, I got a new PC game and I stayed up all night playing. You know how it is!” Jeongguk nods in understanding.
Seungcheol checks his phone for the umpteenth time since he’d woken up and you still hadn’t texted him. Not that he entirely expected to be woken up to a text message from you, but he perhaps had dreamt of it; waking up and scrambling to find the device while he shook the sleep from his eyes.
Sighing, he pockets the device, swiping the water bottle off of the countertop before he shoots Jeongguk a fixed stare. “When does Namjoon-hyung get back from his vacation?” Namjoon was one of the managers who’d gone on an extended vacation recently which left Seungcheol picking up extra shifts.
On normal occasions, he would’ve politely declined but seeing as it meant extra cash, he practically begged to take them.
“Mmm, dunno. Maybe like a week?” Seungcheol mentally cheers; that meant one more week of extra pay even if he dragged his tired body home every night. He would finally be able to buy you that Sybian that he’d been saving up for. You never asked for one but Seungcheol liked to spoil you and quite frankly, he wanted to see you fall apart on it while you thought of him.
“Cool, well, I’ll be disinfecting the rollerskates. Tell Yoongi-hyung to come help me if he ever emerges from the restroom.”
“You got it, hyung!”
In the time between leaving Jeongguk at the concession stand and the fourth pair of skates he’s disinfected, a party of ten show up at the roller rink; loud and obnoxious as they set their things everywhere. He sighs, knowing exactly that he would be the one to clean up the mess afterwards.
Seungcheol watches the gaggle of teens fumble all over the rink, a sigh on his lips as he sanitizes another pair of skates. He contemplated every single day if it was worth working at the old and usually empty rollerskating rink, but he had to admit, it paid obscenely well. Nobody wanted to work there so his boss basically paid him double his old wage; silent screams running through his head as soon as he realized that meant he can afford to spoil you with more gifts. That had been hard when he was working at the diner down the street.
“Hey ‘Cheol, some kid broke the wheels off of his rental skates. D’you think you can go handle it?” Yoongi drawls, eyes glued to his phone as he waits for Seungcheol’s reply.
Goddamnit.
“Sure, let me just finish cleaning these.”
Yoongi nods, walking off. Seungcheol sets the old pair of skates down, dusting off his work pants as he stands up. He feels his phone vibrate in the pocket, fishing it out to check what it is.
[cherry_clouds has gone live!]
His vision goes red; pupils shaking when he sees it. You never went live this early in the day. He can feel his throat going dry, panicked screaming in his head when he realizes his break isn’t for another hour and a half and your shows usually lasted at least 45 minutes on a short day. But Seungcheol can’t miss this; not after the two of you had spoken last night.
Seungcheol’s teeth clench as he glances around the loud room, seeing his co-workers on the floor. He just needed to catch your show for at least 15 minutes and he swore he’d be fine.
“Fuck them kids.” He mutters under his breath, beelining for the employee restroom.
Seungcheol says a thankful prayer, locking the door behind him as he sits on the countertop. Just a few minutes; 20 tops. He lowers the volume so nobody can hear your voice except for him.
tangerine_kwan: whoa, a morning show?
alphagyu97: for once, i’m glad i wake up early
xcaliburDK: honestly, same
You giggle on screen, wiping the sleepiness from your eyes as you stretch out on your bedsheets. Seungcheol smiles appreciatively; you’d slept in the cute sheer lavender babydoll he’d sent you when you first hit 5k subs. “I know… it’s really rare, huh? I woke up and I felt so needy… I was so wet when I woke up…” He watches with bated breath as you tease yourself, running your hands from your torso down between your legs.
artist8hao: oh? what’s on your mind, doll?
universe_WZ: what did i miss
“I was just thinkin’, y’know? I couldn’t sleep last night after I finished all the important stuff I had to do~ ‘n you didn’t miss anything yet~” You tease, fingertips pressing into your soaking panties as you moan.
dom.cheol: i couldn’t sleep either… too busy thinkin’ about you ;)
Seungcheol feels the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, checking how much time has passed since he holed up in the restroom.
dom.cheol has donated $50
therealchan99 has donated $25
therealchan99: all the insomniacs are probably cryin rn
sleepy_wonu: speak for yourself, i’m deadass in the middle of my forensics lab with headphones on and the screen dimmed to hell
“Oho~ Is our sleepy_wonu trying to be a forensics scientist?” You giggle, biting your lip cutely as you stare into the camera lens.
sleepy_wonu: ya, maybe i can buy you gifts if i ever start getting paid big bucks
Seungcheol’s eyes narrow at the comments, jealousy bubbling up at one of your other regulars. He typically tried to keep his jealousy in check, knowing that just because he showered you with gifts didn’t mean the two of you were exclusive or that you owed him anything. And he especially knew you always liked to engage with your viewers and ask them about themselves.
“Hmm~ Our dom.cheol seems quiet this morning~ Everything okay, sir?” Seungcheol feels the arousal pouring over his body and he tries to will it away; after all, he still needed to get back to work once you were done.
dom.cheol: everything’s ok, sweetheart. you’re very cute in the morning
Your eyes pierce the camera and Seungcheol can momentarily feel his breath stop; fingertips clutching his phone for dear life.
“Mmm, I went to sleep last night dreamin’ of nice and strong hands pinning me down to my bed ‘n fuckin me into the sheets…” You pause, slipping the sheer babydoll over your head which left you only in your lace panties. “And there was a really really really dominating voice making me cum and tellin’ me to take all of his cock and oh~ god, it’s like I could feel it!” You finish, slipping your soaking panties off before you spread your legs wide for the camera.
You don’t waste any time, plunging two fingers deep into your pussy as you keen, toes curling against the sheets as you start fucking yourself.
“Ngh, fu--fuck, ‘n they made me cum over and, hah, o-over, fucking my pussy ‘n my ass… ‘n then cumming down my throat… Mmh and I still wanted more even when they filled me up with so much cum~”
Seungcheol’s throat is drier than a desert, almost dropping his phone as he listens to you. There was absolutely no way you weren’t talking about him.
tangerine_kwan: holy shit
dom.cheol: what else, baby
You curl your fingers, barely able to touch your g-spot and it makes you wonder for a second how well Seungcheol could finger you and how much of his cock you could take.
“A-ah, and--mmh, and I--I kept begging ‘Sir, p-please fuck me more!’ ‘n I felt so f-full… God, it felt so real~ I really needed to cum when I woke up so I turned on my cam~” You whine, thumb pressing down onto your clit. You hated to admit it but thinking of Seungcheol’s deep voice and obscenely handsome good looks was enough to make you cum once more before you even went to sleep and now even your subconscious seemed to crave the devilishly handsome male.
alphagyu97 has donated $75
dom.cheol has donated $250
artist8hao: those cute ‘lil fingers enough to satisfy your greedy pussy?
Mewling, you start rubbing circles on your clit, chasing the quickly growing urge to cum. The sound of donations flood your ears but all you can think of is Seungcheol’s deep voice groaning and growling into your ear. “No~ I want m-more but… but I came so much last night too! Maybe I am a ‘lil greedy, huh?” You tease, adding a third finger as you moan loudly. The stretch felt good; head imagining Seungcheol’s fingers as you fuck yourself faster.
dom.cheol: why don’t you cum? I can see you want to, sweetheart.
“Mmm, is it okay, sir? Can I cum already?” You ask shyly, batting your eyelashes at the camera as Seungcheol grits his teeth, cock throbbing in his work pants. He would definitely need to take care of this before he stepped back out onto the floor.
dom.cheol: cum, babygirl, you deserve it.
Your eyes snap shut right after you read Seungcheol’s comment, biting your lip as you race to your orgasm. The sound of your fingers fucking into your wet pussy and your moans are all Seungcheol can hear, pupils blown wide knowing you just came thinking about him, probably. Or so he hoped, at least.
You can feel your legs shaking, threatening to snap shut as your orgasm crests; the sound of rapid fire donations battering your ears as you cum hard on your own fingers. Choked sobs and cries are all you can muster, shapes dancing behind your eyelids the entire time the pleasure washes over you.
xcaliburDK: well goddamn, good morning to me
sleepy_wonu: fuck
universe_WZ: i… speechless
Seungcheol smiles smugly to himself, mentally patting himself on the back.
“Mm… ‘m so tired…” You murmur, slipping your wet fingers from inside your pussy as you moan at the emptiness. Seungcheol watches as you lick your fingers, cleaning them off before you lay on your side facing the camera.
universe_WZ: i think u deserve a nap
alphagyu97: yea, cuz holy shit fuck that was hot
therealchan99: god i love it when u dirty talk
j__min has donated $400
j__min: me too, dollface ;)
Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s face at the newcomer, blood draining from his body at how much they seemed to donate on the first go.
“Huh? Oh! Do we have a new regular?” You inquire, sleepiness lacing your voice. A nap was definitely needed after the last 24 hours of your life.
j__min: ur quite cute, might need to keep my eye on u princess ;)
dom.cheol has donated $450
That’ll show them, Seungcheol thinks. He didn’t often think of himself as competitive either, but goddamn, would he go the extra mile for you.
You giggle tiredly on camera and he can see the sleepiness in your eyes, watching with fondness as you answer a few more comments, yawning cutely as you stretch out on the bedsheets again. He mentally thanks you for not giving the newcomer any extra attention.
dom.cheol: take a nap, sweetheart.
Nodding, you yawn once more. “Okay, everyone~ I think I’m gonna take that nap you all seem to want me to take, hehe~ ‘n then I’ll probably wake up and get some food delivered ‘cause I’m still really tired after last night… But I just can’t help it, y’know? Sometimes I just wanna be fucked nice ‘n hard by a real cock~” Winking, you say your goodbyes, thanking them for their donations and support; blowing the camera a kiss before you end the stream.
Seungcheol lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, body slumping atop the counter. He had loads of questions now that you were off air. Firstly, were you thinking about him? Secondly, who the fuck was j__min?
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he checks the clock. 45 minutes. He groans. At least nobody had come looking for him.
Seungcheol places his phone down onto the counter, biting his lip and palming himself over his work pants before he thinks, screw it.
A satisfied groan spills from his lips as soon as he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock, not wasting another second before he starts a quick pace. He imagines your tight pussy and your face contorting in pleasure as he fucks you into your own bedsheets, thrusting up into his clenched fist as the images linger in his mind. Licking his lips, he thinks about your sweet moans as you beg him for more, stray tears slipping down your cheeks when you call him ‘sir’ through choked sobs.
And it doesn’t take long before Seungcheol is cumming, teeth biting into his bottom lip to keep his noises in as the euphoria washes over him.
He sighs, sated, as he slows down his strokes, thankful he didn’t get any cum on his work pants.
Seungcheol gives himself a second to catch his breath, shuffling off of the countertop to get cleaned up before he steps back out. He grimaces when he meets his own eyes in the dingy mirror; he’d just gotten off at work while you did an extremely rare morning show. Granted, it wasn’t the lowest he’d ever felt but definitely was a contender.
Shaking his head, he steps back out, the outdated pop music hitting his ears as soon as the roller rink comes back into view.
The gaggle of teens are still on the floor, Jeongguk looks unbothered and Yoongi sits by the skate rental booth; not a single one of them even noticing he was missing for the approximate hour he was in the restroom.
He really loved his job.
That night, Seungcheol trudges home more tired than he usually is.
You still hadn’t texted him, which was fine. But he had checked his phone every second he had free, zoning out when he saw no new notifications.
Seungcheol toes his shoes off once he crosses the threshold of his studio apartment, making his way to the sofa before he flops down onto it. He scrolls through a few apps, mindlessly reading a few things before his stomach growls.
“Guess I should eat…” He mumbles to himself, placing his phone onto his chest before he closes his eyes for a second. Sighing, he relaxes, almost falling asleep. It was generally really loud at work with the people and the music always blaring, so he liked to bask in the quietness whenever he had the chance to.
This time, however, the peace and quiet doesn’t last long when his phone vibrates on his chest, alerting him of a text message. He grabs his phone at lightning speed, eyes wide when he sees a text message from an unknown number. Quickly opening the notification, his pupils shake as he recognizes your typing style almost immediately.
Unknown Number: Cheollie~ ><;; ‘m sorry I didn’t text sooner… i was kinda shy… and i slept so much too hehe~ oops~ i hope i’m not bothering you? i didn’t know when it was a good time…
Seungcheol shakes his head at his phone, sitting up as the excitement blooms within him again. He take a moment to figure out the best response, typing and erasing the same sentence three times before he sends it.
‘Not at all, sweetheart. ;) How was your nap?’
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amber amber amber time out time out time out hahahaha jk i’m watching DJ for the thousandth time because you know i got to remember everything that happens before the episode tomorrow (as if i could forget) and anyway i’m at the part where andy is driving like a mad man and i just got the idea of super angsty andy/chris or any other character because holy shit that man is intense and that’s how he would love too (sorry i’m not making much sense probably)💕
A/N- Early morning angst. I hope this describes the intensity of his driving babes.
Chris arrived early to the set that day, immediately ushered into makeup and wardrobe. Luckily for this look, it wasn't much that had to be done. A bit of concealer and highlights on his face, fluffing and spraying up the hair, and a suit laid out for him to put on. The makeup artist who regularly worked on his sets packed up her kit, easily chatting with him. “Any plans this weekend Chris?”
Adjusting his tie in the mirror, he shook his head. “Nah, Y/N and I probably be headed out with some friends Saturday night to dinner and that's about it. She's been really busy with the coffee shop, and doing deliveries. Y/N deserves a nice long relaxing weekend.” Once he was satisfied with the tie, Chris glanced around for his silver chain and st.christopeher medallion. “Hey have you-”
Shy plucked up the necklace he so diligently wore, chuckling. “Can't forget your good luck charm.” Chris plucked it from her hand and slipped it back on, sure to tuck it under his shirt, feeling better to have it hanging back in where it belonged. “Mom gave it to me when I first left home to pursue acting. It's more than a good luck charm at this point.” Stepping out, he held the trailer door open for her. “What set we on again?” The two of them walking off, talking about the upcoming day's projects.
It was hours later, Chris was in the middle of an emotionally charged scene, and asked for a break. Rubbing the back of his neck to relieve the tension it had caused, he dug out his hone right when it dinged. And then dinged several more times. The chirps making him frown, as it was unusual for it to go off like that with his texts. You usually sent one mid-morning just to say you loved him, and then silent rest of the day till he got home. So to have three in a row surprised him. Looking at the screen, the first text was actually from his sister ‘Call me please’ than another. ‘This is Important.’ than another. ‘Pick up your phone!’ as well as a long stream of missed calls that no one must have heard while he was filming since he had his phone stored in his jacket pocket and offset.
Worried, he hit the return call, and it was nothing more then a ring before Carly answered “Thank God, Chris you gotta get down to Boston Memorial. Now.” Opening his trailer door, Chris went inside, searching for his car keys. “Carly, why? What happened?” his eyes scanning the counter till he spotted them, and a quick snatch he had them in his grasp. Leaving just as quick as he went inside, he was crossing the parking lot, listening to Carly describe the situation. You had been making a delivery in downtown when your car got t boned in an intersection. Chris could feel fear lacing his chest, cold sweat beading along his forehead when Carly told him they had to cut you out of the car. “Fuck, I will be right there.” Her parting words were “Please be careful Chris.”
Just as he was unlocking his door, the first assistant came rushing up, breathless, clutching a clipboard to her chest. “Chris! where are you going, your due back on set.” He closed his door, and fumbled with his keys while she knocked on his window, and once he got it started he cracked it open to answer.
“Emergency, explain later. I gotta go.” And he peeled out, leaving her standing there gaping at him leaving so suddenly. Chris could care less, right now all his focus was on getting to you, making sure you were okay, that you weren't... he couldn't even go there, his mind shutting down that thought right in its tracks. Whipping the wheel to the right to merge into traffic on the interstate, several horns blaring their annoyance at him. Chris just stepped his foot on the gas harder and started weaving his vehicle in and out of the lanes. He was seeing the traffic, the taillights he was rushing upon, hearing the way his tires squealed on the pavement, the burn of rubber.
But what he was really seeing was how you looked this morning in the barely-there morning streaming through those curtains you loved so much. They would whisp forward in the light breeze the cracked window gave and you would shiver in the early morning chill, pressing in closer to him, your face tucking in his neck. How his fingers would slide over your back, and soft morning kisses were shared. How he rolled over you to cage you in and press against the softness of your body, his kisses traveling down your neck.
“Chris, you're going to be late.” You would moan softly, your nails barely scrapping up his back and rolling against him. Your words didn't deter him, just giving an Mmmhm noise from his throat while nuzzling your breasts and kissing over the curves, his blue eyes lifted to watch you, biting your lip and watching him with an amused look, your hand traveling to brush through his hair, and tugging lightly. “But if we share the shower, we can save time. and get clean... ish.” You wiggle your brows, and Chris laughs, lifting himself up moving to a stand, you rolling out of bed, and running into the bathroom to get the hot water started.
And that was just hours ago, now you were fucking clinging to life, and he couldn't get there fast enough. The closer he got to the hospital, the slower the car started to crawl. Bumper to bumper, his hands flexing on the wheel, white-knuckled. Any tighter and he would be wrenching the wheel. “Fuck, WILL YOU JUST GET OUT OF THE WAY!” He screamed in frustration, eyes darting back and forth from windshield to rearview, then to side views, looking for a way out, a way to get closer to the pull off. Flicking blinker on, as soon as he got an inch, he took it, bouncing the car off the curb as he pulled it out of the traffic and into the hospital drive.
Pulling into emergency, he parked it half hazard, rushing inside. To the desk he in a rush of words ask for you, where were you, was there any word. The person at the reception started to look into your name, when he heard his name. Looking over his shoulder Carly stood there with your sister, waving him over. Chris turned on his heels and started to stride down the hall, and the closer he got, there was more members of your families, sitting, leaning against a wall waiting. Carly met him halfway, and his hands reached out to grasp her gently, looking down in her tear-streaked face. “Carly, please tell me she's okay...”
She wiped at her face, trying to calm down for him. “She's in surgery right now Chris, they, they haven't come out to tell us anything yet.” That's when she sunk in against her brother's chest, and he tucked her under his chin, taking deep breaths.
You have to pull through Y/N, I can't lose you babygirl.
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Reader x Vanderwood - Good to be Home
Title: Good to be Home
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Character: Vanderwood
Genre: ;)
Warnings: it smecci
Kinks: PHONE SEX, dirty talk, masturbation, vibrator, edging, dont worry theres actual sex in here, standing sex, daddy/babygirl (name calling)
Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 2000 words
Requested by: Anon!
Quote: Smut quote “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”
Shameless self-promo: check out my blog here!
Other comments: DAMN i been thirsting for some vanderwood smut lately ngl and i was really happy when i saw this request~ 11/10 for this motivation image – I did have to edit the prompt a bit to make it fit! also, posting it a few hours early because i have to sleep early! hope you enjoy~
You are about to wash some dishes when an unknown number calls your cell. This is not something uncommon. Seeing as Vanderwood was on missions all the time, he was not allowed to have a personal cell number. Instead, he called you from any phone available – hence the unknown numbers.
After quickly taking the gloves off, you answer the call. “Vanderwood?”
There is a moment of silence that makes you question if it’s actually him, but then you hear the token grunt he makes before he sits down. “Hey.” His voice is low and raspy, and you’ve almost forgotten the roughness of it because he has been away for so long. “What are you doing?”
You pad over to the couch and sling your legs over the arm. “Nothing real–”
“Good. Can you do something for me?”
It is less of a question and more of a command – you immediately sit up, thinking that something is wrong. “Are you okay?”
When the line goes quiet, your heart starts to thunder.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I have some time to myself and wanted to talk to you.”
Exhaling slowly, you relax and rake your fingers through your hair.
Vanderwood laughs on the other side and you hear brief shuffling. “Did you get worried?”
“Well– yes! I don’t know what could happen to you while you’re out there. I just… get anxious when you do that silence thing.”
“Silence thing?”
Curling some hair around your finger, you bite your lip. “Well… sometimes you go quiet before you respond to things, and I just jump to the worst conclusions.” It feels good to get this off of your chest – you feel relieved now that you have shared it with him.
“You don’t have to worry about me. Alright?”
“Okay… What was that thing you wanted me to do?”
You can almost hear the smirk stretching across his lips. “It’s in the bedroom. I left a surprise for you before I left. Go check it out.”
Now excited, you jump off the couch and make your way to your room. “Where is it?”
“Nightstand on my side. Top drawer. Has a big red bow on it. You really can’t miss it.”
Keeping the phone under your ear, you sit on the bed and open the drawer as instructed… but you are not expecting to find a hot pink vibrator with a red ribbon bow tied around the top. You pick it up, half gasping as you touch it, and then turn over the card to read the message on it. So you don’t get lonely. -V
“Do you like it?”
You struggle to find your words, but then manage a weak yes.
“Why don’t you try it out?” He is trying to reign in his laughter. “But stay on the phone.”
At his comment, you completely flush. “You mean like… phone sex?”
“Yeah. You want to try it?”
Now, your heart is racing for a completely different reason. It is hard to say you are not tempted to agree, but also, you have never tried anything like this before. Still though, you lean back against his pillow and clutch the vibrator with one hand. “Are you going to tell me what to do?”
Vanderwood swallows hard. “Are you going to listen, baby girl?”
“Yes, daddy~”
It was too easy to not reply with the name, and you know that Vanderwood likes it. “Hhh… take your underwear off. They’re going to be soaked otherwise–”
As fast as you can, you kick off your shorts and panties, leaving you only in your shirt and bra. As you spread your legs apart, you take the ribbon off and toss it into the corner of the room. “Okay. Now…?”
“Turn it to the lowest setting and rub it against your inner thighs. Don’t think about touching your pussy just yet,” he demands, his voice on edge.
You wonder if he’s getting off while listening to you, and just thinking about it makes your stomach flip. “Why not?”
“Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean I can’t edge you.” More shuffling comes through the line, but then his voice cuts through the white noise. “Be a good girl and listen to me. I’ll help you feel good.”
His voice drips with temptation and is completely irresistible. You want to hear him say everything, and you will gladly do it as well. So you press the round button, turning the toy on. It vibrates in your hand, and before Vanderwood can remind you what to do, you rub the head over the inside of your thighs. It’s so close to your clit, that you are tempted to disobey Vanderwood, but you decide against it. As the rubber touches your skin, it sends electric pulses to your core.
A moan slips from your lips, but you cover your mouth and hope that Vanderwood does not hear it. He does though, and snickers in response to it. “Aroused already? When was the last time you touched yourself?”
Swallowing the urge to shove the vibrator into your folds, you whimper softly. “It’s been.. a while.”
“A while?”
“Since you left.”
You hear Vanderwood stand up. “You haven’t fucked yourself in a month?”
“Vanderwood! Don’t say it like that.”
“Turn the vibrator off.”
“But–”
“Turn. It. Off.”
Whining you push the button and turn the toy off. You let it fall from your hand and you slump down into the bed. “Well now you’re going to make me wait more?”
“You’re going to regret telling me that, baby girl. Turn it back on to the third setting and put it directly on your clit. But don’t grind against it, just let the vibrator do its job.”
This sounds like torture, but you do it anyways and press the head between your folds. The second it touches your bud, you throw your head back and moan. This setting is much stronger than the first one, and you immediately feel your muscles tense. “V-Vanderwood, please–”
“Nuh-uh. Drag it across your cunt. Slowly.”
“D-Daddy…”
Vanderwood grunts. “Do it.”
You relent and do as you are told. The toy slides against you, and you realize that you are already more wet than you expected. It feels amazing, especially since you have not indulged in something like this in a while. Still, you wish that Vanderwood were there to do it himself. You miss his warmth and the way he drags his calloused fingers over your skin.
“I can’t hear you moaning. Louder.”
So you set the phone down and put it on speaker phone. Even though he never gave you specific permission, you grind the head against yourself, making your clit pulsate. “I–I’m going to cum–”
Vanderwood exhales sharply. “Keep going.”
You put a leg up and turn on your side slightly. Muffling your moans with the pillow, you whine, praying that you’ll reach your release soon. Vanderwood licks his lips and groans. “Turn the vibrator off.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. Turn it off.”
“But–”
“Babygirl…”
You’re about to cum, but you know that you’ll moan the second you do, so you turn the toy off and drop it. Your legs are shaking and your high escapes quickly. “Why did you–”
But before you can finish your question, Vanderwood pushes the door to your bedroom and walks in. He’s holding the phone in one hand and the other is hanging loosely off of the waistband of his pants. While keeping his gaze locked with yours, Vanderwood smirks. “Hey baby girl. Miss me?”
His voice echoes through your phone, and he hangs up before closing the distance between you and him. Vanderwood grips your wrists and pulls you up from the bed. “V-Vanderwood! You didn’t tell me you were coming home!”
He smirks and catches your lips in a deep kiss. “I had to get you warmed up. It’s been too long since we did this…” Vanderwood pushes you against the frame of your canopy bed and takes a moment to remove his shirt. The hidden holsters are still strapped to his muscular arms and toned chest. He does not bother to take them off, and you aren’t really complaining because they rather turn you on.
You move to help him with his belt, but Vanderwood grips your hands once more and keeps you pinned down. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down just enough so that his cock is exposed – it is erect and dripping with precum.
He’s been here all along, you realize. He wanted to tease me and get me ready for this.
“You ready?”
Even if you say yes, you are definitely not ready for the sensation of Vanderwood stretching you. Somehow, he is larger than you remember, and you cry out as his tip rubs against your slick walls. He grips your thigh and pulls your leg to rest over his hip, giving him more access to your cunt.
You don’t dare hold back this time. Moans fall from your lips as Vanderwood thrusts into you. The bed creaks, so you throw your arms over his shoulders and drag your nails across his shoulder blades. “I missed you so much…”
Vanderwood grinds against you, pushing himself deep into you – he hits the spot that he knows makes you go insane. “Yeah? I can tell. Your pussy is pulsating around me.” His caramel hair falls over his eyes, so you push it back quickly and smile at him.
“V–Vanderwood–”
He nips the skin of your collarbone. “Yes baby girl?”
“Are you going to edge me again?”
“Hm…” Vanderwood tips his head back slightly when you clench down on him tightly. Biting his lip, he digs his fingertips into the supple flesh of your thigh. “How badly do you want to cum?”
You whine and arch your back against him. “Really bad…”
“Oh?”
“Daddy please.”
Again you say that, and again Vanderwood has a hard time restraining himself. Every time the name falls from your lips, he wants to fuck you senseless – but Vanderwood swallows the fantasies and saves them for another day. He bends his head to meet your nipple, and after giving it a soft lick, he teeths on it.
“Say that again. I’ve missed your voice.”
Your mind goes blank as he grips you tightly. You have forgotten how skilled he is with his tongue – it rolls over your skin as he sucks and bites on you, marking you, teasing you. “D-Daddy!”
“Fuck,” he groans in response. “Cum.”
“What?”
Vanderwood leans down against you and kisses the soft skin behind the back of your ear. “Cum for me.” His hand slips down to grab your ass, and he pushes you down harder onto his cock. It rubs against your most sensitive spot, and you tense before releasing – almost on command.
He bucks back and forth, now panting heavily, and his hair tickles your skin. Just as you feel his muscles contracting inside of you, Vanderwood pulls out and pumps himself hard. Still in a daze, you close your eyes and feel his seed paint your skin. It is warm and dribbles down your stomach.
As you come to it, Vanderwood presses his forehead against yours. “Damn… it’s good to be home, baby girl.” He pulls out and you slump against him.
“You had to do the whole fiasco to tell me that?” You laugh and pull him down for a sloppy kiss.
His arms wrap around your waist and he brings you flush against his chest. “Is that suggesting that you aren’t happy I’m back? Well this is awkward then.”
“No! Of course I’m happy you’re home–”
Vanderwood slaps your bare ass, making you yelp. He steps back and takes his pants and underwear off completely. “Then let’s clean up. I want to spend time with you tonight.” With that, he winks and pads off to the bathroom.
You lean back against bed frame and inhale slowly.
Damn he looks good walking away from you.
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Ready to Leap (Chapter 30)
AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-29 can be found on my Masterlist.
Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, dirty talk, sex, tension, angst. This is all @yagirlcammmm’s fault. 😂
Word count: 4.1k
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“You’re not really going to make me wait all through dinner, are you?” Your voice is tight and pained and he grins at you from the driver’s seat. “I was just trying to do something nice for you,” you protest and Brendon pats your thigh gently.
“You look pretty, baby,” he comments, ignoring your pleas and moving his thumb down to rub over your knee. “I told you to just feel sexy, and damn, you did not disappoint. But be that as it may, you teased me so much with that voicemail and got me so fucking hard.” Your hand shoots out to cup him through his dress pants and he carefully moves your hand back to your own leg. “No, honey. Nothing before dinner. We’re going to have a nice dinner out where we behave, and then I’m going to take you home and then we can be as filthy as we want. You wanna ride my cock or tongue? Do it. You want me to eat you out for hours? I will. You want to suck me off until I can’t see straight? God, please. You want to be breathing hard, sheets sticking to us with our cum and sweat? I want that. We can do all of that. After dinner.” He smiles at you adoringly. “I love you, you insatiable little freak. I really do. Let’s have a nice dinner because of the food and conversation and company, not because my fingers are up your skirt and your hand is down my pants.”
You sigh resignedly but smile back at him. “Okay. You’re right. You’re right.”
“I know.”
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“So what makes Iago so bad? I mean, Macbeth isn’t a good dude. Claudius isn’t a good dude. Why does Iago get so much hate?” Brendon poses the question as he takes a sip of wine and your eyes light up at the thought.
“Because Iago has no motive. Macbeth and Claudius kill for power. Not justifiable, but understandable. There’s a clear motive. Iago just puts all of this into action to be a dick and fuck with Othello.”
Brendon laughs delightedly. “Please tell me you phrase it that way with your students.” His eyes are sparkling and you blush and shake your head. “No? They’d love it.”
“I’m sure, but I love my job and I have a feeling calling a famous literary character a dick, even if he is the worst Shakespearean villain, and using the word ‘fuck’ would get me in some trouble.” You make your point as you slice into your salmon. “And as much as I’d love to get fired and stay in bed with you all day, A, you’d still be working, and B, I’d like to have the option to come back to work after our kids are old enough.”
He grins and leans over to steal a bite. “Fair enough.” He pops the fish into his mouth and smiles at you. After he swallows, he says, “I’m glad we share food.” He goes for another bite and you block him with your fork playfully.
“Before you steal anything more, let me ask you this: why are you so into Iago?”
He laughs and tries to sneak his fork around yours. “I’m not. But you love talking about Othello, and I love watching you talk about Othello. You get so excited; you literally wiggled in your seat when I asked. I love seeing you talk about shit you love.” You make an ‘awww’ noise and he grins as you move your fork and he can snag another bite.
“Such a romantic - ‘talk about shit I love,’” you tease and he shrugs, stabbing a piece of duck off of his plate and bringing his fork to your lips. “Thank you, baby,” you say before accepting the bite.
“Well that was cute,” a voice drawls good-naturedly from behind you. You turn and smile. Jennifer and 8-Minute Rick (as you’ve taken to calling him in your head) are currently following the hostess but have paused by your table. “How are the lovebirds?” She turns to her husband and explains. “Ms. Milton here teaches British literature next to me and Mr. Urie is the band director. They’ve just gotten engaged.”
“Congratulations,” he offers, and his voice is lower than you expected for some reason. You suppose you assumed that because he lasts about as long as a teenager, he’d sound like one too.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile. “We’re doing well. And yourselves?” The hostess is shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as she waits for Jennifer and Richard to be done talking.
Brendon catches your eye and raises his eyebrows, asking the question silently. You shrug and nod, and he speaks up. “Why don’t the two of you join us? We’re in a booth for four people; there’s plenty of room.”
They exchange looks and smile back at you. “We don’t want to intrude.”
“Not an intrusion at all,” you argue, sliding over. “Please, join us.” This is a great idea, you realize. Having your coworker and her husband here will force you to think pure, chaste thoughts about the walking, talking, breathing sex across from you.
It is a good plan, a great plan even; the conversation is flowing freely and pleasantly between the four of you, and it’s only after Richard has popped the cork on the fourth bottle of wine between the four of you that things turn arguably south.
Jennifer leans across the table conspiratorially towards Brendon and beckons him closer. “I hear,” she says, and her words are only slightly slurred, “sex with you is fucking phenomenal.” Richard’s eyes go wide, you feel your face get hot, and Brendon just looks stunned. “Don’t look so modest,” she continues, her smile widening. “From what I hear, you’re excellent at being in control and you just give and give and give...Richard,” she snaps suddenly, getting her husband’s full attention. “You and Mr. Urie here should exchange numbers so you can learn something.”
“Okay,” Richard says sharply, “you’re cut off.” He moves her wine glass and you are still frozen, flushed, and a little furious. You give Brendon a glance and you can’t read his face. “We’re going to call it a night. So sorry about this,” Richard apologizes, looking chagrined. “She’s normally-“ he shakes his head. “Sorry.” Jennifer looks disgruntled as he guides her by the elbow out of the booth and she’s saying something but Richard talks over her. “I’ll take care of the check with the waitress, you two enjoy your evening. So sorry.”
Jennifer waves at you both, mouthing something unintelligible, and you wave back weakly. Brendon turns so his full focus is on you. “Phenomenal, huh? Good at being in control? And I just give and give and give?” His tone is level and you want to disappear. “Where would she get that idea?”
“They were hounding me at lunch; I had to give them something,” you protest. Brendon looks somewhat amused now at least, you recognize in muted relief, and you continue. “God, I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed.” Your voice is earnest and he sighs, taking your hand across the table.
“It just surprised me, that’s all. I’m so...well, I figured you understood that I’m incredibly protective of you and everything involving you, including - especially including - our sex life. I don’t want other people thinking about you like that.”
“And I don’t want people thinking about you like that either,” you say quickly, squeezing his hand. “It was just...they were incessant. I felt like I didn’t have a choice. I tried to be as diplomatic as possible and say enough to get them off of my back; I didn’t think they’d remember…” you trail off, eyes meeting your husband’s. “I’m so sorry. I just didn’t think-“ you break fall silent, at a loss for words.
Brendon smiles a little, his thumb moving in circles over the back of your hand. “Well, it could have been worse. You could have said sex with me was a chore and tedious.” You give him an incredulous look and he nods in mock-seriousness. “How do I know you actually enjoy it? How do I know you’re not just humoring me?”
“You’re joking, right?”
“No,” he says and his lips twitch a little as he tries to keep a straight face. “No, babygirl, I’m being quite serious.”
“Take me home,” you tell him, standing from the table. “And I’ll prove it.”
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“Do you,” and you pause to catch your breath and get your hair out of your face with a quick jerk of your head, “believe me now? Gonna stop holding out and come in me?” You’re straddling him, hands gripping his shoulders as you rock on top of him in quick circles.
“I might,” Brendon pants, reaching up to cup your breasts, “if you come on me first.”
Your eyes widen comically and your fingers dig in a little tighter. “Again?”
“You say that,” and he grunts, eyes sliding shut, as your hips drop down with force, taking him deeper, “like seven is a lot to ask for.”
“I mean…” your voice trails off as you pick up your tempo. “I honestly thought five was a lot; I’m surprised you - ooh, that felt good,” you gasp in surprise, looking down at him. “Surprised you got five out of me in the first place; six was a miracle. Now you want a - oh fuck - Jesus - Brendon, god, please fuck - seventh?”
“Shouldn’t be hard,” he grins from under you, “if I’m interpreting your words and tone accurately.” His thumb brushes over your nipple again and you shiver, rolling high up his length before sinking down with purpose. “Come here,” he murmurs, and you lean over to accept his kiss. “God, you feel incredible,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you earnestly again, clutching you closer while his hips buck under you.
“Incredible enough that you’ll believe me?” You ask hopefully, breathlessly. He shakes his head with a grin and grabs your ass with both hands, thrusting up into you roughly. “God, Brendon,” you sigh, kissing him again, moaning into his mouth when his tongue meets yours. “I feel fucking everything, holy fuck, your cock...”
“Yeah?” He’s breathing hard, sweat rolling down his forehead and chest, eyes heavy. “You gonna come for me, so I can come in you?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, squeezing around him. “Yeah, fuck yeah. Oh, God, oh shit Jesus fucking Christ my pussy - I’m gonna - gonna - gon- oh fuck,” you squeal when you come hard, shaking all over.
Instantly, his hands close over your hips and he rolls you both so he’s over you; hips pumping hard as he fucks you through it. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers, forehead resting against yours. “Let it all out. Go fucking wild.” You’re thrashing under him now, whimpering and moaning and clutching his back. “Yes, baby,” he grunts and you feel him, hot and fast, the sensation so pleasurable.
“There you are,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him against you. “Come in me, fuck me hard, fill me up, god Brendon you’re so- oh fuck, you feel so good,” you tell him, clinging to him desperately as his hips thrust forward in sharp, short movements.
“You like that?” His voice is tight and breathless. “You like feeling my cum in you?” You nod eagerly, kissing over his neck and jawline. “God, I love you,” Brendon finally sighs when he pulls out of you. You whimper at the loss and he kisses your forehead. “Get some rest, baby.”
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The rest of the week passes quickly until it’s Friday afternoon and you’re headed down to the field to observe their last practice before the competition tomorrow. Brendon waves at you from the tower absentmindedly and you wave back, smiling up at him. When you reach the foot of the tower, he beckons you up and you ascend until he’s helping you through the opening and pulling you close. He maneuvers you to stand in front of him and he rests his chin on your head. “Hi honey,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek before moving back to his chinrest.
“Hey,” you sigh, a little distracted now that the day is over and you can fully process everything. You’ve got so many Othello tests to grade and not nearly enough time. Not with the competition this weekend and everything Brendon is going to need from you. He’s been equally distracted and short and overfocused on the band and their various issues; you wish you could make it better but this is out of your control. It’s up to the kids.
“You okay?” Brendon asks, and you can tell from his tone that he’s not ready to deal with your day too.
“Yeah,” you say unconvincingly. He makes a disbelieving sound, so you cave. “I’m just so stressed about this Othello stuff. I have so much work to do and I’m so tired and today was just -“
He kisses the top of your head distractedly and turns back to the band. “Y/n, I can't really do anything about this right now. Love you though,” he murmurs, but his voice is far away.
Your body stiffens for a moment but you force yourself to relax. You knew he couldn't focus or listen and you talked anyway; you were just setting yourself up for failure in a way. “Love you too,” you tell him, leaning back against his chest. “Is it gonna be another late night?” But he doesn’t answer; he’s fully engrossed in the field.
When he finally relinquishes control of the band and allows them to pack up, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s only 7:30; there’s still time for normal dinner and maybe some cuddling on the couch after a hot-in-both-ways shower together. As the kids leave, he turns to you. “You head home, honey. I’m gonna be here a while, getting stuff ready for tomorrow.”
“But,” you protest, “you need to eat. I was gonna make dinner and suggest we watch a movie and just relax after a hot shower.” You run your fingers up his arm coaxingly.
He smiles faintly. “That sounds nice, baby. Maybe Sunday after everything.”
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When your alarm goes off at 4am the next morning, you swear and reach for him but he’s not there. “The fuck?” You mutter, patting the bed. “Where the fuck-“ and realization dawns on you, so you scramble for your phone. Sure enough, he texted you at 11:45pm, but you were already asleep - not on purpose, you did try to stay awake. You don’t even remember falling asleep. Hey honey, it’s late and I don’t want you driving to come get me. I’ll just sleep here. Will you bring me a change of clothes? My band polo is here; don’t forget yours. “Brendon, you’re gonna work yourself to death.” You swear again, dropping your phone and rolling out of bed, throwing things into a large tote bag. His change of clothes, your change of clothes, his toothbrush and the toothpaste, his glasses and contact lens case, and your hairbrush. As you breeze through the kitchen, you grab a handful of granola bars and an apple for him, eyes scanning the counter. “Oh!” You exclaim to yourself. “That’s important.” You snatch the Manila folder up, drop it in your bag, and head out the door.
He greets you sleepily at the field entrance to the band room, rubbing his eyes. “Stop rubbing,” you tell him, holding out his contact case and glasses. “Take them out,” you urge gently, and he nods wordlessly, beckoning you inside. He gets his contacts out and puts his glasses on, running a hand through his hair. You pass him the brush and he looks at you softly.
“Thank you baby,” he mumbles, fixing his hair. You pass him a granola bar and the apple and he pulls you close to kiss your hand. “You’re so good.” You kiss the top of his head, breathing him in. “I love you.”
“I love you too. The kids are gonna be here soon,” you say through a yawn. “You need to change still.” He nods and takes the change of clothes you offer him.
“Hey,” he turns in the doorway, his face gentle and warm. You get a soft fuzzy feeling, sure he’s about to promise you time and attention. “Will you make sure you grab the registration packet? It’s in a Manila envelope.” He walks away and your shoulders drop. Once today is over and you both relax, you tell yourself, it’ll be better. As for the registration packet, you already have it - it’s the one you snagged from the kitchen.
“I’ve got it,” you call after him, but he obviously doesn’t hear you.
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The bus ride is quiet; everyone, Brendon included, is dead asleep. Except you. You can’t manage to fall asleep. His head is heavy on your shoulder and he’s letting out these soft sighs every so often. “Louder,” he says in his sleep at one point. He must be having a sex dream, you muse, and he wants to hear how good he's making you feel, even in his dreams. “Saxes, louder. I’m not kidding.” He mumbles something else and falls silent and you sigh, a little disappointed, brushing your hand through his hair. He needs the sleep. When the bus pulls into the parking lot of the high school hosting this weekend’s competition, Brendon jolts awake. You stifle a curse; you were just drifting off to sleep. The student volunteer from the high school climbs on the bus and Brendon turns to you. “We need the registration packet,” he tells you, and you nod sleepily, digging through your tote and producing the envelope. You pass it to him and he passes it to the student, who opens it, stares down at it, then looks back at Brendon, confused. An icy feeling hits you. Wait...why would he have had the registration packet at home? Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck fuck fuck. The student passes it back to Brendon, who glances at it and then turns to look at you. “I thought you grabbed the packet,” he says calmly. You pale.
“I did,” you try and his eyes flash with something. “Did I not…?” He hands you the envelope and it’s a pile of Othello papers that you brought home to grade. Your normal “to be graded” folder was full, so you improvised and must have dropped this one on the counter when you got home last night. Fuck.
Brendon just gives you a long look before turning back to the student. “So what needs to happen?”
The kid sighs. “You need to fill out new paperwork.”
Brendon nods, processing this. “Okay.” He looks at you. “You’ll take them to the warm-up area and get them running through the opener. Once that’s done, they’ll need to change. Our class goes first, and we’re the second slot, so there’s no time to waste.” The kid is shaking his head. “What?” Brendon practically snaps, and you wince.
“You can’t gain access to any competition areas without hand stamps.” This poor kid. He looks petrified. “And I’m not allowed to stamp any hands without completed paperwork.”
“So you’re telling me that these students are going to sit here on this bus, doing nothing, while I fill out paperwork I’ve already filled out?” His voice is tight and he’s clearly pissed. “That’s absurd.”
This poor kid. “Brendon,” you interject, your hand on his arm. He tenses at your touch. “It’s not his fault.”
“No,” Brendon agrees calmly. “It’s not.” He stands up and gives you a cool look. “I’m going to go fill out paperwork. Again.”
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Time must be moving at double-speed, you reason, because Brendon is still not back and the kids’ warm-up slot is rapidly approaching. They haven’t changed yet, and they’re starting to get antsy. In the 45 minutes between now and their performance slot, they need to eat, change, and warm up. Fuck. How have 45 minutes already gone by? How is half of your pre-performance time gone? Brendon climbs back on the bus at that moment and your shoulders drop. “Oh thank god,” you breathe, and he gives you a look.
“Okay, hands out,” he tells the kids, and he steps aside for the student volunteer to move down the aisle, stamping hands. “Get off. Eat. Change. I want you ready to warm up in 15 minutes.” You go to protest that that’s not nearly enough time for them, but you stay silent instead. Probably for the best.
The parent volunteers stumble off the bus after the students and the bus driver must have read something in Brendon’s eyes when he came back up the stairs, because he leaves too. Brendon meets your eyes and you want to cry. “What the hell were you thinking?” He asks in a low voice, obviously restraining himself.
“I wasn’t - I didn’t - I saw the envelope at home and didn’t remember putting my stuff in it and just assumed -“
“That seems to be a pattern for you, Y/n, not thinking. Not great from an English teacher. Your entire job is to think.” You're shocked into silence. He keeps going. ”You just grabbed something - you didn’t even check?” He snaps at you and you feel sick.
“No,” you snap back, “I was exhausted and you were just barking orders at me,” that’s not exactly true, a voice in your head argues, but you’re on a roll, “and I was relieved to have this one thing already done, proud of myself for grabbing it from the kitchen counter and -“
“I cannot believe you,” he mutters, staring past you and out a window. “I knew you were stressed about your Othello shit and I knew I hadn’t been giving you my full attention when you were complaining about it and that bothered you, but this?”
You freeze. “Do you think I did this on purpose?” Your voice is shrill and you’re stunned. “Do you think I did this to make a point to you about not listening to me?” He goes to open his mouth and you hold up a hand. “No. I love you, Brendon, but you need to think very carefully about the next thing you say to me.”
You’re both breathing hard and he levels a glance at you. “I think,” he says slowly and clearly, as though you might not get it, “you realized your mistake sooner than you let on. And I think that while you didn’t intend to do this, you let it happen because you knew it would get my attention.”
You feel the anger flare up inside you and you scoff. “I don’t need to get your attention with petty bullshit, Brendon. I’m your wife, not some freshman who doesn’t know how to get a guy’s attention. Your wife. Your wife, Brendon. Think about what you’re saying your wife did.”
“Y/n, first, this isn’t petty bullshit. You literally fucked with my job. If we don’t do well in this competition, our chances at State drop. If I don’t come through with championships, why would they keep me on staff? Second, don’t deny it - you were stressed about Othello and focused on it. God, Y/n, you don’t see it, but you’re careless at times and you’re focused on your own issues and you pushed mine aside. I love you, but you can be so careless and selfish at times.”
You shriek a little, stunned. “I’m sorry, what?”
“This, and then dinner with Jennifer and her husband? You didn’t have to tell your coworkers about our sex life, but you did, because you liked the attention.”
“Brendon,” you say simply, shocked. “Brendon, what the fuck.”
“Yeah, Y/n, what the fuck?” He looks at you a little sadly and turns on his heel.
“Brendon,” you yell, tears causing your voice to shake and then crack. “Brendon, wait-“ but he’s gone.
You rush down the bus steps but he’s already into the warm-up area. You follow him, but the volunteer at the gate stops you. “Sorry, no one without a stamp can access competition areas.”
You glance at your hand. Fuck. The kid didn’t stamp you. “Okay, clearly I’m with the Putnam High band,” you say frantically, gesturing at your polo. “Please.”
“Sorry ma’am, rules are rules.” She doesn’t sound sorry at all. You narrow your eyes at her sharply before turning back to the entrance.
“Brendon!” Your voice cracks again and you know he hears you because you can see his head twitch. He doesn’t turn. “Brendon, please!”
Nothing. You might as well go back to the bus to wait.
Fuck.
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His Ego
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader
Word Count: around 1.2k
Summary: You know he’s bad for you...but damn is he good.
Warnings: there ain’t no spoilers or nothing just some good ol fluffy angsty stuff
A/N: YALLLLL so i saw black panther twice right and like after the first time i watched it I WAS LIKE SHOOOT i want to write fic for every character, BUT ANYWAY i wanted to write something without any spoilers just something a little short and sweet ya know<333 i hope yall like this i also wanna write a erik college au type fic so djfalj hopefully thatll come soon!!!!!!
“This is the last time I’m going to tell you: We. Are. Not. Together,” Y/N enunciated in that staccato way that had grown so familiar to him. “Did you hear that, Erik?” she questioned, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
He swatted her hand out of the way, giving a roll of his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Loud and clear, babygirl,” he drew out the words long a slow, giving her a teasing salute.
“You’re so unbelievable, why can’t you just leave me al—do not sit down.”
He sat directly beside her, ordering himself a drink too while he was at it. They were seated in a semi-crowded bar. Together, much to her apparent annoyance and astonishment. She looked appalled, as if he had just called her some foul name.
“You’re brave, you are really brave.”
Erik smirked, his head tilting to the side innocently. “Brave how?”
“Brave enough to sit your ass down in that stool,” Y/N quipped. “What do you want?”
“What, baby? Can’t a dude just come chill out, see how his favorite girl doin’?”
“You didn’t come here to check on me, you ruined my date, you fucking narcissist. This is the fourth time you’ve pulled this shit.” An accusatory forefinger poked him hard in the middle of his chest, making Erik raise his brows questioningly. She was right. It was the fourth time he’d coincidentally found himself showing up on one of her dates. It was also the fourth time that she had chosen a complete clown to go out with. “Why can’t you just let me be happy?”
“Don’t get all dramatic, babygirl. Listen, it’s not my fault ol’ boy couldn’t take a joke. If he isn’t funny, then he isn’t the guy for you anyways, Y/N. You could do better!” He shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated manner before taking a sip of his whiskey. “How was he a whole clown and he wasn’t even funny...don’t make sense,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“Who are you to tell me who ‘isn’t the guy for me’? You wouldn’t know anything about being a good boyfriend if it knocked you in the fucking face.” Y/N looked to him with furrowed brows, her voice rising, then carefully lowering to a furious whisper when she remembered they were out in public. “You know what,” she began with a deep inhale, “I’m just going to leave.” She stood from her stool, grabbing her small clutch and phone off the bar surface before making her hasty exit. “Don’t fucking follow me,” she called back to him before allowing the door to shut behind her.
Erik waited about thirty seconds before he left the bar. He lightly jogged through the warm night air to catch up with her. “You ain’t think I was gonna let a pretty girl walk home all alone, right?”
“I have pepper spray,” she replied, though it sounded more like a warning than anything.
“Come on, Y/N, don’t be mean.”
She stopped walking abruptly, looking to him with disbelief and annoyance. “Okay, listen...I don’t know what it is your looking for. A fuck, a relationship, I don’t know, but whatever it is I don’t want any part of it.” She frowned when she saw the familiar smirk twitching at his lips. “Erik, I’m serious. We aren’t together for a reason!”
“Because you broke up with me!”
“Or because you’re a self-absorbed fuck,” she retorted.
He scoffed in disbelief.
“Oh come on, Erik. Don’t act surprised. Look at you right now. Why are you here?” she cocked a brow, folded her arms over her chest. Her eyes narrowed in his direction, awaiting a response.
“I’m here for you!”
“No, you’re here for you. If you cared, if you really cared even a little bit about me you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d leave me alone and let me be happy, but you can’t do that, can you?” Her eyes searched his, though she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for. “You can’t.”
Now she resumed walking, brushing past him in irritation and leaving him in a state of confusion as he began to feel a twinge of self-loathing. Selfish. He had never considered it. As he watched her walk away from him he realized something else, something that he had never considered: love. They had played the on and off game for years now. Their relationship was constantly morphing from friends, to friends with benefits, to boyfriend/girlfriend. The cycle seemed like it was destined to repeat infinitely, until now. Only in recent months had she truly tried to break things off with him, but this felt definite. Was it possible that in those three years, those thirty-six months that somehow, in the midst of it all, he had really developed feelings for her? Real, honest feelings? It would explain his jealous behavior, and the lump in his throat that developed at the mere thought of her walking out of his life. His fists balled up into fists and he sighed heavily. Of all the girls he could have fallen for, it had to be the most infuriating one he knew. Really? It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help that love was a fickle and selfish thing.
“Y/N! Could you just wait up?” He called after her with a roll of his eyes. When she didn’t stop he found himself again jogging to catch up to her, matching her brisk pace. “God dammit, could you just—” he stood in front of her now, strong hands gripping her shoulders firmly, “—just listen to me.”
“I wasn’t kidding about the pepper spray, Erik!” she warned sharply.
He ignored her. “Look, I get it. I ruined your damn date, but who the fuck cares? It’s not like you were gonna marry the dude. Y’alls date was probably trash anyways.” Y/N tried to interject, but he gave her no time. “I don’t know what this is. And honestly...I don’t know what I want either.” He was floundering for words, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself. He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing, his brows pulling together in thought. “Fuck, this is hard,” he muttered. “If you don’t want to be with me...fine. But I don’t want anyone else to have you if I can’t.”
Y/N’s eyes narrowed. He seemed sincere, but whether he meant the words or not, she was unsure whether she wanted to put herself through the trouble of being with him again. He was an asshole, but so was she. They were good as friends, even better as lovers, but the relationship stuff was hard. He was a grade A philanderer and she was tired of the bullshit.
“Erik, you are so full of shit. You really think I’m dumb enough to be—” she was abruptly cut off by his lips smashing into hers. She froze up, and after a moment’s hesitation, shoved him away, angrily. The two stared at one another, breathing hard, lips tingly from the rough, sudden contact. Outside in the warmth of the night air, they stood beneath a streetlight on an empty sidewalk, the small space between them charged with electricity. Silence, besides the sound of their own racing hearts in their ears. Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hard on the mouth. He responded immediately, his arms snaking around her waist without hesitation, holding her in an intimate, warm embrace.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
“I know.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
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Hurricane P49
Happy x Reader
Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Only. If under 18, kindly un-follow me. Panic attack. Smut.
Notes: I am so sorry for taking a bit to update. I know it seems that I am slowing down on Hurricane. That is not true loves. I have a few more ideas before I tie this novel up. I love you all my loyal followers for getting excited about this story. It really has been a huge story to me.
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You woke up the next day asleep on your brother. Happy sitting on the other side of the couch his hand on your leg. Letting you know he was there for you. You carefully got up not to wake your brother. As you stood up you stretched. You looked at the table and seen your phone going off. “Hey Lily. Yeah I am ok. Kozik fell asleep here.. Sorry to keep him away from you.” You spoke half asleep. “Aww, thank you.. Yeah, I will tell him that you are at TM. Ok. Love you too bride to be.” You hung up the phone.
After stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, your mind kept playing the events of last night in your head. It was never ending. Kozik was awake, sitting at the table drinking coffee. “Hey sis, are you ok?” you nodded your head slightly. “I just.. can’t get last night out of my head.” “Rightfully so. The man has been out of your life for over a decade and decides to walk back in like no issue. I should have shot him..” Kozik grumbled as he drank the liquid gold. “No you shouldn’t have..” you sighed pouring yourself a cup, sitting across from him. Unsure with why you defended your father from being shot. After all every time you thought of him, it felt like you had been shot in the heart. “I just.. it brought me back to all the times you rushed into save me.. without you Kozik.. I really think I would have ended up dead..” you spoke honestly. “Doesn’t matter. I have you and you have me.” He smiled to you. “At the end of the day, we know it will always be us two like it was in the beginning. I have Lily yes and you have Happy yes.. but at the end of the day.. it will forever be us.”
“Why do you think the universe wanted us to be friends?” you looked up at the twinkling stars as the fire crackled next to you. You and Kozik decided to stay in your favorite camping spot for a bit to get away from things. “I think because we need each other. Without you there is no me and without me there is no you.” He smiled grabbing your hand. “Kozik.. was there ever a time you liked me more than a sister or friend?” Kozik looked at you. The question was very odd for the moment. “Where is this coming from? To answer your question.. yeah actually. When we were younger and in middle-school I had a major crush on you. Especially when Lorenzo was glued to your side.” Kozik chuckled a bit. “What about you?” “I did too.. in middle school. Yet.. we have always been more like family together.” You looked to him with a smile. “That will never change y/n. I will always be your brother.”
After getting dressed for the day you had six meetings for the huge event alone. Happy was still exhausted and asleep in the bed now, after you pushed him to move from the couch. Kozy following his dad to the bed, sleeping next to him. You hugged your brother tightly and walked out the door.
Driving to the Condo Lorenzo had bought for when he visited, you used the key he gave to you. Stepping inside you hollered. “Lorenzo.. I am here.” “In the office.” Walking upstairs to the office, you stepped in and seen him at work on his laptop. “Kozik warned me you might be a little on edge.. you ok?” Lorenzo asked, turning around in his office chair. You wanted to break down again. You wanted to cry and have Lorenzo give you the hugs that always calmed your soul. “Yeah.. As good as I am going to be..” you spoke calmly to him.
Taking a seat next to Lorenzo, you and him talked over the final points of the party. “Happy is going to have to wear a tux.” Lorenzo spoke with a smirk plastered on his face. “Geez… we will see about that.” You thought about Happy wearing a tux and it gave you many pleasurable thoughts. “Y/N… can you not think about sex with Happy right now..” Lorenzo chuckled typing on his computer. “I wasn’t..” you whispered. “Your lying. When your all hot and bothered, you squeeze you thighs together and bite your bottom lip.” Narrowing your eyes a bit you stared at him. “Remember, I have slept with you too babygirl. You know if you are never not satisfied, my bed is always open you.” Throwing your pen at Lorenzos head he rubbed the spot it hit him. “Sorry geez!” “Can we get these meetings done so I can go drown myself in some tequila please?”
After six meetings with all of Lorenzos board of members, you gave him a hug and headed to your Jeep. “Y/N!” you looked over to see your father standing by your Jeep. “I thought I told you to leave!” you yelled at him. Your voice echoing in the parking garage. “I need to talk to you.” “All you fucking want is forgiveness you piece of shit. You want me to tell you it was ok you tried to beat me in submission. You want me to tell you it was ok that you kicked your under-age daughter out. You want to tell me it wasn’t your fault that mother left in the beginning. Man you are sad. What? Are you dying and you need forgiveness? Fine. I am sorry that you did all those things to me.” You pushed passed him and unlocked your Jeep. He grabbed you shoulder and you screamed as loud as you could. Falling to the ground you clutched your knees. The tears began to stream without you knowing it. “Hey! Get the fuck away from her!” You hurd a familiar voice and grasped your knees tighter. The air was closing in on you, your world was getting darker. “Y/N… Snap out of it..” you hurd your father spoke next to your ear. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” you hollered again.
Fighting your way out of things was your normal. Yet you couldn’t move. You couldn’t budge. You where struck with fear of the past. “Shh baby I am here..” you didn’t even realize Happys arms were wrapped against you. Feeling completely numb. You felt his lips against your head and your ear. Your finally looked up from your hands and seen Lorenzo pushing your dad away. “Lorezno was pushing him away. I hurd Lorenzo yell out and you scream so I rushed in. I was coming to bring you some coffee for your meetings..” He whispered as he gave you another kiss.
Lorenzo walked back kneeling down next to you and Happy. “Are you ok hunny?” you seen your best friends face, etched with worry. “Ye.. yeah.. th… thank you..” “I hurd your yell from my window. I should have walked you down y/n. I am sorry. I am putting a security watch on you..” “That isn’t necessary Lorenzo. I can have a patch watch her.” Happy spoke up, annoyed he was trying to take care of you. Lorenzo nodded as Happy helped you stand up. “Will you be ok to drive home?” you looked at Happy as he spoke. All you wanted was to go home and make love to him. To forget the last couple of days. “Happy can I drive with you on your bike?” “I will have your jeep brought home later.” Lorenzo smiled. “Of course baby. Come on.” you hugged Lorenzo good-bye, thanking him. Handing Happy your bag with your laptop on it. He strapped it to his bike and handed you his extra helmet.
Feeling the wind on your face you relaxed into Happys back. The smell of the crisp leather and his aftershave swirled around you. The smell reminded you of sandalwood and the smell of a bonfire. Being surrounded by everything Happy, calmed your stressed and overworked muscles. He pulled up to your house and the two of you got into the house. You grabbed Happy by the collar and dragged him to the couch. “Babe?” he asked slightly confused. Pushing him down you got on top of him and kissed him. He gently held your face, pushing his tongue past your lipstick covered lips. He slid his hands from your face down your waist, to grab handfuls of your wonderful ass. He squeezed the globes bucking into you. “Fuck… babe what is this about…?” He pulled away breathlessly. “Make me forget today.. please Happy.” He usually would never look into the request when it came to you and sex. He knew after making love to you he would have to address how you where feeling, so it didn’t eventually bubble over sometime in the future.
You unbuckled Happys jeans, sliding them down. Lifting up your skirt, you moved over your cherry red laced panties; sliding down his length. You gasped at how much you felt him fill you. “Fuck.. y/n…” Happy moved the two of you as he sat up, sitting against the back of the couch. His hands found your ass again, helping your slide up and down on him. He loved watching your hips snap up and down on his hard length. No girl knew how to move like you did. Twirling your hips expertly on him. Your blouse unbuttoned and your red-laced bra poking through. Your cleavage teasing and taughting him. The skirt bundled at your hips. “Baby..” He gasped against your neck. He decided to lick up and down your neck, his teeth piercing the soft flesh of your neck. You groaned, at how amazing it felt. Sweat started to glistened on your skin as you moved faster. Happy held onto hips, bucking into your as fast as he could.
The stretch and the way he was bucking into you made your body shake. “Don’t.. stop.. I am losing it..” your lips quivered as you spoke. “Fuck baby… so tight…” Happy reached down and gently rubbed your sensitive bundle over your panties. The moment you felt a flick of his fingers you came. Your body being worked over so well. Your head fell back mouth agape, whispering Happy’s name as a mantra. “Y/N..” he spoke as he spilled his seed deep in you. Your body shook feeling him ride out his orgasm. Happy held onto your frame. He pressed a kiss to your lips gently as you came down from your high. You rested your head on his shoulder. “I love you y/n.. so much.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I .. love you too Happy”
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hot damn, babygirl. [ richie tozier ]
summary: reader is beverly’s best friend and when they meet the losers at the convinence store, richie swoons at the reader.
warnings: watch yo profanity, female nature, creepy mr. keene, and dirty pick up lines
word count: 1815
author’s note: i changed some things and i loveeee writing about finn’s characters and i love finn so much. idk but this imagine sucks HAHAHAHAH sorryyy huhu. requests are open!!
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people say that being a loner, being bullied, and having only one friend is lonely and miserable, but i got used to it because it’s basically my life.
i only have one friend and she’s beverly marsh. being friends with her is great and she’s a really good friend, despite being another target for gretta to humiliate. i don’t mind it actually because i got my best friend at my side and that’s all that matters.
but there was a much more bigger problem than gretta bullying the shit out of me.
i got my period and i’m out of pads.
i groaned out loud and clutched my stomach in pain. i hear a knock on the bathroom door and beverly’s worried voice asking, “(y/n)? are you okay?”.
beverly has been staying at my home for the past days since my parents are out of town working (again) and since her dad … that’s a long story.
“i’m fine, bev. it’s just that the fucking devil bashed me with a fucking bat and i’m bleeding everywhere and i’m damn out of pads.” i hear her chuckle from the other side of the door. “well, if you’re ‘damn out of pads’, then i suggest you hurry your little ass to change into new clothes and go to the drug store.” i groan out loud once again and scream, “fine” before changing into a new pair of jeans.
as me and beverly looked from left to right on the 'women’s necessities’ isle, i debated in my mind whether i should get tampons or pads.
“tampons or pads?” i mumbled to myself mostly. “tampons this time,” beverly says. “especially since you’ve been wearing your ripped jeans lately.” i nod and grab two boxs and hand the other one to beverly because you can never have too many in stock.
we move to pay for the box, but when we move to the other isle, we see gretta with her head down, bidding her dad goodbye.
“shit!” i whisper-shout, shoving beverly into the next isle before gretta could see any of us, but the next isle isn’t any better because there stood three boys who goes to derry who i recognized to be bill denbrough, stan uris, and eddie kaspbrak. we both immediately hide the box of tampons behind our backs in embarrassment.
“y-you guys okay?” bill asks. “we’re fine,” both me and beverly say simultaneously. “what’s wrong with you?” beverly asks. i hear footsteps behind us and the door open and close, indicating that gretta left the store. i sighed in relief and directed my full attention towards the three boys.
“none of your business.”
“there’s a kid outside , look like someone killed him,” eddie says as he cradles a bunch of medical supplies on his arms.
“we need some s-s-s-supplies, but we don’t have enough money.”
i nudge beverly on her side and i smirk mischievously, an idea popping into my head.
“i like your glasses, mr. keene,” beverly says, tilting her head to the side as if she was interested in anything related to him. “you look just like clark kent.” i smile, bringing my hand to my chin. he chuckles and adjusts his glasses. “i don’t know about that.”
“can i try them?” i ask, making mr. keene reluctantly take them off and give them to me. i put them on whilst looking directly at mr. keene. “what do you think?” he leans in on his elbows and sighs. “well how about that, you look just like lois lane.” i giggle, “really?” and he hums in return. i mentally barf in my mouth, knowing that clark kent and lois lane were a couple and not an inch in my body is attracted to him.
i take off the glasses and hand it to beverly. she looks at me, confused, but i motion for her to put it on. she puts it on and mr. keene sighs in awe. “would you look at that? you look just as beautiful as (y/n).” beverly smiles and giggles. “oh really?” she hands them back to me and i turn back to the smiling man who keeps on looking back and forth between me and beverly.
“well, who do you think looks best in your glasses?” i ask. “i couldn’t possibly answer that. you’re both as beautiful-”
before he could finish what he was saying, i 'accidentally’ push back a rack of cigarettes on the counter. beverly scolds me and i roll my eyes at myself for being clumsy.
“oh gosh. i’m so sorry, mr. keene.”
“it’s okay. not to worry, girls.” he puts his glasses back on before bending down to fix the mess. while mr. keene was busy, me and beverly look back at the boys who stumbled and walked out of the store with their supplies. we both smile at them and turned our attention back to mr. keene who was still fixing the rack.
after we got what we needed, i darted to the bathroom in the drug store and quickly changed. after doing so, we walked out of the store and saw bill, who froze at the sight of beverly as we walked towards him. as we reached him, he pulled out a dollar bill (a/n: heheheheheh ;)))) and thanked us. we didn’t take the money and beverly held up her pack of cigarettes, “even steven.”
i turned to the side and see a few boys freaking out and arguing as they huddle over someone. i look closely and see that it was a friend of beverly that she met the other day. i nudge beverly and point to the bunch. “bev, you might want to see this.” she looks over my shoulder and smiles, “ben from soc?”
we approach them and while beverly’s attention was focused on wounded ben hanscom, i was fixated on the boy with glasses and who wore a hawaiian shirt, richie tozier. he stared back at me, frozen with his mouth apart.
“hot damn, babygirl.” he exhales and looks at me from top to bottom. “are you a mirror? cause i see myself inside of you.”
“yeah, it’s me, tozier. don’t cream your pants.” ** (a/n: casually hears steve harrington cheering in the background)** i smirk as he falls silent with a smug look on his face. “well, that won’t be a problem if you’re around, sweet cheeks.”
richie and i never really talked much. we know each other’s existence, were in the same class once or twice and we would see each other at school, but we haven’t said a word to each other. this was the first time we personally meet each other.
i hear beverly say something and i catch ben at the corner of my eye and i shriek, “shit, are you okay?!”
“no, i’m good. i just fell,” ben says, smiling sweetly at beverly.
“yeah, right into henry bowers.”
“shut it, r-r-richie!” bill scolds. “why? it’s the truth.”
“you sure they got 'the right stuff’ to fix you up?” beverly asks, trying to hold back a smile, but fails. ben smiles back at her in return, looking away from her gaze. “you know w-w-w-w-we’ll take care of him.” bill looks away from beverly before saying, “uhm, thanks again, beverly.” i clear my throat and cross my arms whilst raising an eyebrow at him. “y-y-you too, (y/n).”
“no problem, denbrough.” i smile smugly and place my hand on my hip. i hear richie mutter a “thanks, indeed” while he continued to stare at me.
“sure, maybe we’ll see you around.”
“yeah, we were maybe thinking about going to the q-q-q-quarry tomorrow, if you both wanna to come?”
me and beverly smile and nod. “good to know. thanks,” beverly says, pulling my arm and we walked away from the group. before we were out of their sight, i looked back and said, “don’t forgot to put alcohol on that shit,” making eddie face palm and place some alcohol on ben’s wound. ben hissed in pain and i chuckled and winked at richie before walking away.
“nice ass, (y/n)!” richie shouts and i raise my middle finger, not looking back at them. “i can see your fucking boner, tozier! cover that shit!” i laugh and jogged towards a laughing beverly and we walked away.
while me and beverly were making our way back home, she kept looking at me with a smirk on her face. “what?”
“you like richie.”
“no, i don’t! what makes you think that?”
“you flirted with him.”
“because that’s what i do, bev. that’s why gretta calls me a 'slut’, even though i haven’t done anything more than flirting.” i roll my eyes and did quotation marks when i said 'slut’. beverly laughs and shrugs, “whatever you say, (y/n).”
RICHIE’S POV
“nice going, bringing up bowers in front of them,” stan scolds me. “yeah, dude. you heard what beverly did and what (y/n) can do?” eddie says and this seemed to spark up ben’s interest. “what’d she do?”
“more like, who’d she do. for what i hear the list is longer than my wang,” i exclaim, pointing to my dick. “that’s not saying much.” i glare at stan and flip him off. “they’re j-j-just rumors,” bill says, defending beverly.
“anyway, bill had her back in third grade. they kissed in the school play! the reviews said that you can’t fake that kind of passion.” ben looks down in disappointment. “well, what about (y/n)? you seem to be interested in her.”
i scoff and shrug. “i’m not interested in her!” everyone looked at me with an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me’ look. “you were staring at her the entire time.”
“i wasn’t! plus, she was directly right in front of me. so, no shit that i was looking at her.”
“you drooled, richie.”
“no, i didn’t!” i denied because there is no way that 'trashmouth’ richie tozier is going all soft for (y/n) (y/l/n), even though she’s hot as fuck.
“but anyways, she can beat anyone’s ass in a fight. last year, she beat the shit out of gretta keene behind the school because gretta was pulling some shit on beverly and it pissed her off.”
“s-s-s-sounds like your type of g-g-girl,” bill says and without thinking, i say, “damn right, she’s my type,” making everyone look at me with their eyebrows raised.
"not interested!“
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Dante’s Inferno - Beetlejuice x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: Spending your undead life working at a brothel in the Neitherworld isn’t the worst. It gets even better when the ghost with the most pays you a visit at work.
Notes: This was supposed to be pure smut, but it got feelsy. Lol. It’s based on the scene where the brothel shows up in the movie!
You wave goodbye to Marcel, the vampire you usually get on Tuesdays. He's a regular (nice man) but he's into biting. You don't mind-- thankfully though, your madam, Madam Bones, knows a bit of cosmetic witchcraft, to get you fixed up before the next client.
You've been working here at Dante's Inferno Room for years, ever since you came of age. It's a fun way to pay the bills, and the characters you meet along the way are well worth it. Most of them have had a lifetime of experience with women too, seeing as they're all dead, so the actual work isn't too bad either. Dante's is a highly exclusive club, that can only be conjured by few, and gossip floats around the Neitherworld establishment, as freely as a ghost who hadn't learned the gravity incantation.
Every girl in this place seemed to dream of the 'dead's most eligible bachelor'-- but nobody says his name, for some reason. It was a jinx, a curse or something to say it. You're curious just who the man behind the myth is.
You let Madam Bones heal your neck, and she checks the time on a watch with spinning hands.
"Elliot Mortescue will be here shortly," she announces to you, "He's requested you specifically." Elliot is a dead baron-- a bit of a stuffy ghoul, and you assume he wasn't that much more fun in life than he is in the bedroom dead. But, he pays well, and he's also a regular, so you don’t mind how he always asks for you. He says he likes your horns best.
Elliot arrives, and you smile, beckoning with your signature plumping of your breasts and pouting. He smirks, taking off his top hat and stalking over to you, when you suddenly hear something outside.
About three of the girls are out on the verandas, luring someone in. The music of the place gets just a little bit louder, and you walk out past the less-than-pleased baron to see.
Standing on the balcony, you look down, and see a man who accomplishes a near impossible feat-- makes you quiver.
"It's him," your fellow dancer and coworker whispers, making sure her horns are brushed off, "It's--"
Another girl puts her hands over her mouth. She frowns, grows out her fangs, and snaps down. The second girl scowls, and shakes her hand.
"Don't say his name!"
"That's...?" you whisper, looking down.
"Uh huh," the second girl nods. "The ghost with the most. Any girl in here would just die for a night with him."
You see the ghost start to dance toward you, strange spikes protruding from his jacket. They disappear though, and you can hear the excited grunts coming from him as he slicks back his wild white hair.
"Mm... ooh, yeah..." He shakes his hips as he finally enters, and he rubs his hands together. "Ah, ladies. Ladies! I'm feelin' a little... anxious, if ya know what I mean."
A bunch of the demon girls giggle, and some others roll their eyes, though not without a sideways glance. The ghost grabs his crotch, and nods. "Oof, uh huh! I'm definitely in need of a little love, girls. It's been too long. Years. Hundreds of years, ya don't know what it's like!"
"Ohhh," everyone fawns over him, and he makes a show of choosing a girl. You watch him closely as he looks around, narrowing your eyes. He looks... familiar.
"Mmm, you look like a freak! But you're real spooky, babe, maybe I should..." He trails off, and his eyes stop on you. “Ooh. Ooh, yeah.” He licks his lips, shooting you finger guns. "I have GOT to go with you, babes. Knocking me outta the park with that look, holy, is it blazing like the fiery pits of hell in here, or is it just me, huh?"
Everyone else moans and sighs that he picked you, muttering about how all of the best always choose you. You just take this ghost by the collar, leading him up to a luxury bedroom. Once you're inside, you grin, pushing him up against the door.
“What would you like, and how would you like it?” you drawl. His eyes fly down to your breasts, and he palms himself.
“Mmm... I could probably finish just watchin’ ya stand there, to be honest, babes...”
You pout, circling him and nudging him away from the door. “But you don’t want that. And I don’t want that. I want you to finish inside me.”
He groans, a sound that goes straight to your pussy. The more you look at him in the hellish candlelight, the more attractive he gets. Although... there’s something about him that’s oddly familiar.
“I know watcha mean,” he growls, looping his arm around your waist and dipping you back, “But it’d still be hot, wouldn’t it?”
You lick your lips. “Oh, yes. You, sitting on the edge of the bed...” you walk him over like a dog on a leash, and sit him down, smoothing your hands down his shoulders, “...watching as I put on a little show...” You start to strip, opening up your shirt to expose your bra. The ghost is practically salivating by now, but you put your foot up, keeping it on his chest. “Ah ah. You wanted to watch. So watch.”
You snap your panties against your ass, and unhook your bra, turning around and winking. He’s dying to see you from the front. You toss the garment back, and squeeze your ass for him, moaning softly, imagining it’s him. He curses under his breath, and you hear the telltale sound of him rubbing one off. You hold up a finger.
“You know the rules.”
He stops, and you finally turn, striding over to him. You get on top of him, straddling him, and barely touch his lips with yours.
“Hooo,” the ghost sighs, “I am gonna need a good millennium to get over those tits, babe.” You kiss him gently on the nose, leading his hands up your torso.
“Maybe more.” You squeeze your breasts with his hands, and he groans even louder.
“Fuck. I wanna fuckin’ break this bed with you, babygirl,” he growls, teeth gnashing. He’s lost his playful side-- he wants you bad now. Arousal spreads through you as you drag down between his legs, kneeling. You quirk and eyebrow, and he licks his lips again, voice register dropping down to a regular tone.
“Detours are fine too, however.” You take him out of his pants, and he gasps at the contact. “Fuckin’ yeah. C’moooon, baby. Give me summa that,” he cackles, resting his hands behind his head as he leans against some invisible force keeping him upright. You put your hand on his knee, and use the other to take his cock in your hand, sliding your wet mouth down over it. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he murmurs, “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about... this was worth the wait, you better believe it, mmmm!”
You suck him until he’s clutching at the bed and knocking his hips up so fast you can’t breathe. You pop off, shooting him a dirty look, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Wassamatter? I facefuck you too rough?” He sets off cackling again, so you climb on top once more.
“Fuck me. Hard. Now.”
“Can’t disappoint the lady,” he smirks, and grabs you by the hips, flipping you over so he’s on top of you. You lean up to kiss him, but just as you do, you notice something. He does as well. He notices a small tattoo, right under your ear. His eyes widen, and yours do too.
It all hits you too fast, like the car that hit you on the bridge.
"Beetlejuice?" you murmur. He swallows, worry in his eyes.
"Uh. Oops. She said it once, I can forgive it. Twice, well--"
"Beetlejuice," you clench your jaw, and he lets out a high pitched squeal.
"Babes, wait--!" he blurts, and holds his hands up as he topples off the bed. You look over the edge, accusation in your eyes.
“You better give me one good reason not to say it one more time and send your ass back to that model!”
“I’ll, uh... give ya the best orgasm you’ve had in your whole undead existence?” A pillow hits him in the face, exploding with dust. He coughs. “Evidently, that was not a good reason.”
“You LEFT me!” you shout. To hell with your job. To hell with the money you would’ve gotten for finishing him off-- you’re pissed.
When you die, you forget things. You forget who you loved, who meant the most to you. You retain some of who you are, but not a lot sticks in the afterlife, here in the Neitherworld. The workers at the office see to that.
But the cracks all seem to be getting bigger, letting little fragments through. You used to babysit for the Maitlands’ newborn. You were between jobs, and needed the money... you had known Barbara from saying hi at the local grocery mart, and after that, you had practically lived at their old house, as a live-in nanny.
Until...
You were in that accident. The car, the bridge, the river... you had drowned, you weren’t hit by a car. You were in the car! You had ended up here in the working class of the Neitherworld, and... well, you had no idea where the Maitlands ended up, after they also died in the same accident. As far as you know, their baby had been adopted by the family who moved in... though that was just a rumor from Juno.
But Beetlejuice... you had met the ghost in the model, one night when you were lonely. Everyone else had been sleeping... he had found you, calling out softly for someone, and you had started some kind of strange affair. After a while, you started to develop feelings for him. Then he disappeared.
“Hello?? Dead guy with a boner lyin’ on the ground!” Beetlejuice shouts, and you very nearly smother him with another pillow. He jumps up, covers his crotch, and sighs. “Look. (y/n). Before ya kill me again, I... I had to go!”
“Why?”
“I just!” He clenches his jaw, shaking. “I can’t answer you! I can’t tell ya, alright?!”
“Why not?”
“Babes...” He sighs, seeing there was no way of getting around this. “I started to... feel stuff for you. I couldn’t stay, cause you were alive! You couldn’t fall in love with a dead guy. Young hot thing like you... much rather pay to bang demon chicks for the rest of eternity.” He realizes the irony of this, and looks you over, cringing. “How the hell did you become a demon?!”
“Probably by fucking a ghost,” you growl, walking him up against the wall with a finger pointed at his neck. He manages a nervous smile.
“Touche.” He sighs again, brushing hair out of your face. You find yourself leaning into the touch. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry! I am. I’m just a mess. Alright? I’m a dirty mess who knows I fuck up so bad all the time that I don’t deserve a... perfect girl like you.”
You look into his eyes, and smirk. “You want me to start playing the violin?”
He starts to smile, then laughs. You laugh as well, and his usual pizazz is back. He wraps his arms tight around you, then starts mouthing kisses up your neck. You moan, remembering how many times sex had been initiated like this. Your pussy is responding to the memories coming back as well-- with every touch from Beetlejuice, you remember one more little thing he used to do in bed to drive you wild.
You both fall to the floor, fuck the bed, and you get on top of him, lowering yourself onto his cock. You lean forward so your breasts are in his face, and he lets out an excited holler.
“Yeeeah!!” He buries his face in your breasts, motor boating. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He licks your nipples, sucking them into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth. You can’t get over his horny, salacious expression, like he wants you so bad, he needs you, he can’t get enough. You rock down, biting your lip, and he grabs your horns, holding on for the ride as you both move in time with one another, as if no time had gone by at all.
“Baby, baby,” he moans, “Ya gotta forgive me. I’m so fucking horny for you, I gotta come.”
“Come inside me, Beetlejuice.” Just then, in a flash of light, you both appear somewhere else. You look around, and he starts to laugh his ass off. “What?” you mutter, frowning at the plastic graveyard behind you.
“Ya said my name the third time!” he snorts. You turn to see his grave, and a couple of model houses. You laugh as well, and lean down, slamming your lips into his hard. He groans, hands going to your hips, and he gropes you as he pants your name and comes. He thrusts his hips up hard, and you gasp too, coming just as hard as he does.
You roll off, laying back on the uncomfortable plastic turf. “Well. You owe me my day’s wages.”
He smirks, ogling down your naked body and feeling a hand down it. “Happy to pay up. Just lemme pop down to my humble abode...” You roll over closer to him, cuddling into his arm as he brushes his nose against yours. “Wanna stay for awhile? Hope you like Italian.”
You hear a soft male voice. “What’s...?” You look up to see two people towering over you-- a familiar couple. “(y/n)! It’s been... years!”
“Barb? Adam?” you shriek, and Beej snaps his fingers fast, getting a dress on you. It’s two sizes too small, hugging you way too tight, but he just shrugs with a nasty smirk. The two ghosts above you look at each other, to you, then to Beetlejuice.
“Please tell me you didn’t corrupt our innocent babysitter, you horrible banshee,” Barbara snaps. Beej just grins in smug satisfaction, zipping himself up.
“Actually, Bab-- (y/n) corrupted me.” Shrieking laughter echoes through the model, as the ghostly couple shake their heads at what their afterlife had become.
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