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frogsarecoolandsoamj · 2 years

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✨Mouth full✨

Aged up! Billy and Stu x reader fic!

warnings: smut, foul language, knives, getting cut, blood, anal, vaginal sex, squirting, reader uses she/her pronouns, nicknames (ex: princess, sweetheart, pretty girl etc.) being recorded, dubious consent, oral both male and female receiving, choking, hair pulling, blackmail (kinda?) reader is also younger then both men. Oh and spanking

a.n: this took so fucking long, so I hope y’all enjoy

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You didn’t mean to get stuck in this predicament. Albeit an enjoyable one, with Mr. Loomis touching you and Mr. macher recording the whole thing on his phone. “This is what happens when pretty little sluts wanna get into someone else’s business, they get their pretty pussy played with until they’re all dumb and drooling, this is what you wanted huh? You wanted to get caught? Answer me princess, or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt.” Mr. Loomis growled into your ear.

This had all started when the 25th anniversary of the Woodsboro killings that were put to a stop due to Mr. Loomis and Macher having to kill Neil Prescott, which was the father of Mr. Billy Loomis’ late girlfriend Sidney. Another person killed was Mr. Macher’s girlfriend, a girl named Tatum, who was officer Dewey’s little sister. Billy and Stu (Mr. Loomis and Macher’s first names) were able to live through the brutal murders of Neil Prescott and survive to tell the tale, but you had suspicions. You’ve always had.

When the anniversary was announced to take place a Stu Macher’s old house where it all happened, your friend begged you to go with “Come on! It’ll be fun, I promise! It gives us a reason to go somewhere and meet them! You have to admit, they’re both SOOO hot!” Your friend squealed. You reluctantly agree to go, only because this could give you the opportunity to actually find out if those men were telling the truth from 25 years ago. Once you got there your friend rushed you into the house, where you were greeted by almost everyone from the town, including kids and even the elderly talking amongst themselves and having fun, you just didn’t understand how anyone could feel safe where gruesome murders had happened. You had gotten distracted and your friend was no where to be seen. So you took this as an opportunity to go and investigate the house a little. This led you to go into the house’s garage, where Tatum had been murdered by Mr. Prescott.

You quietly snuck in and shut the heavy door behind you. You turn on the lights and look around. It was clear to you that not much had changed for the past 25 years. The place had been collecting dust and once you looked over to the garage door, you saw what seemed to be where Tatum had been murdered. You knew that she had tried to escape through a doggie door, and was crushed, but my god it felt surreal to be in the same place where she was murdered. It made you feel absolutely sick and uneasy. You walked up to the doggie door cautiously and observed it. You kept reminding yourself ‘a girl lost her life here, and we’re throwing a party, she was murdered, so many people were murdered here and we are throwing a party.’ You finally got the the doggie door and bent down towards it, lightly touching against its frame. It made you feel even sicker and you felt like you were gonna cry. Once you finally stood up to walk away you heard his voice.

“Checking out the garage? You know, we have food in the kitchen.” You jerk your head around to look Billy Loomis smirking at you, one of his eyebrows now quirked up at you questionally. You felt uncomfortable, obviously. “Or are you just snooping around?” He teased leaning against the door frame, holding a beer bottle. You felt your face heat up and you look away.

“I’m sorry sir, I was just curious. I know what happened here in this garage and just wanted to see, wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.” You blabber out a bit. You heard him chuckle, which made your stomach flutter for whatever gross reason. You didn’t want to get flustered around this man, there was something wrong with him, and you knew it. As you were in your head for a moment he had already walked up to you, now infront of your face, almost blocking you from the door.

“Sir? There’s no need for that dear, you can just call me Billy.” He said with a sly smile. He held out his hand, which you took after looking at him with slight scrutiny. You shook his big hand, and he quietly laughed under his breath. “Anyways,” you stammer out, feeling like the atmosphere just got super heavy all of a sudden. “I should head back inside.” You say with a slight nod to the door, backing away from him and moving past him. He let you as you walked to the door. You felt his eyes stare at your back as you left. You felt uncomfortable during that whole interaction, yet you also felt excited, and kind of… turned on? No, nope, you’re just imagining things. You try to reason with yourself as you walk away from the door. You look upstairs to see the Party host himself, Stu Macher, coming down. You watched him look at his phone then around the room then at you. You’re eyes locked and he grinned. He made a beeline straight towards you.

“Nice to meet ya! Welcome to the party!” He says with open arms, in a welcoming way. His grin was big, and he had a handsome face too, even if we was 42, he and Billy aged well.

“I thought this was an anniversary sir?” You questioned him. He dropped his arms and chuckled and scratched his chin, and you felt someone staring at you again. But before you could turn to look behind you Mr. Macher started to talk.

“Yeah, but I think the word party is easier and more light hearted than ‘ Anniversary of the day a guy murdered a bunch of kids and died. ‘ you know?” He made a good point, making you feel kind of like an idiot. He laughed at your embarrassment, but not in a mean way. “ aw come on, lighten up. You look like Billy, he’s always got his panties in a bunch.” He jokes.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about underwear in front of such a young girl Stu.” Mr. Loomis said, now behind the you. You felt your stomach drop as Mr. Macher nods a bit. “That’s true, my apologies. Billy always has this looked like someone pissed in his cereal. Is that better?” Mr. Macher laughs again and you turn to see Mr. Loomis roll his eyes and then look at you with a grin which made you jerk your head away in embarrassment. You were kind of sandwiched between these two men and you could feel people staring a little bit. “Um, Mr. Macher-“

“You can call me Stu, princess.” You felt your legs shut a little at that nickname. You gulped down your unease and your slight arousment as you look back up at Mr. Macher’s face. “Stu,” you say cautiously. “Uh, can you tell me where the bathroom may be?” You asked. You felt a slight movement behind you and Mr. Macher look behind you. “Yeah princess, it’s upstairs to your right, second door.” He answers. You rush upstairs to get away from all the noise and go into the bathroom and lock the door. You look yourself in the mirror, you felt gross for getting all worked up by two men who you were sure had more to do with the murders. But here you were, your core slightly throbbing and your face all heated up and feeling stupid.

After a few minutes of calming yourself down you quietly leave the bathroom and start to head down the hallway until you hear Mr. Loomis’ voice in one of the rooms. You quietly tip toe to the cracked open door and listen while having your back against the wall next to it.

“You gotta admit, that girl was cute, she got all embarrassed when you called her princess. Fuck, the way your legs clamped together was adorable.” You heard him growl. He was talking to Mr. Macher in there, you knew it.

“Yeah she is pretty cute, you ever get her name?” Mr. Macher asks, and you pull out your phone to start recording this conversation. “No, but I’ll found out, she used to go to our old high school, you know? And Just before she came up here she was snooping in the garage, said she was curious about Tatum’s death in there.” Mr. Loomis said while walking around the room. You could hear his footsteps get closer to the door, which made you tense up.

“Tatum, huh? You think she’s gotta hunch about us? She wasn’t even alive when killed those assholes.” Mr. Macher said, making you drop your phone almost. Part of you felt like this wasn’t real and this was a trap and the other part felt slightly prideful. Because you were right.

“Shut the fuck up. Someone could fucking hear us for gods sake. I don’t need you blabbering that stupid fucking mouth of yours with the door open. Anyone could be listening. “ Mr. Loomis was now walking towards the door and was about to shut it, but froze when your phone went off with a fucking notification. Your blood froze as you felt both of the men in the room go silent.

You looked over as Mr. Loomis pummeled himself through the doorway and frantically look around and finally make eye contact with you. You were still holding your recording phone like a dear in headlights. His mouth was slightly open and he now was leaning against the doorway with a slight scoff. You stop recording and shove your phone in your pocket and smile sheepishly. “Hi?” You say awkwardly with a shake in your voice.

“Hi.” He answers darkly. He grabs you swiftly and before you can even process it your shoved into the room both murderers were in as you were shoved against the wall by Mr. Loomis. “Wanna explain what you were doing?” His grip tightening against your arms, making you squirm and whimper slightly. Mr. Macher now over Mr. Loomis’ shoulder staring at you as he locks the door with a sick smile. “I know what you did!” You blabber out, trying to kick against Mr. Loomis and wiggle away. “ you guys murdered all of them, you guys are monsters, you’re fucking psycho-“ you were cut off by by Mr. Loomis slapping one of his hands against your mouth.

“You’re gonna shut that pretty fucking mouth of yours or I’m gonna have to cut out that cute little tongue, you hear me?” He asks, his face now in yours, and you could feel his breath against your cheeks and neck. Mr. Macher was grabbing something off of a chair in the room but you couldn’t see what it was. You look back at Mr. Loomis and bite his hand, hard. “Ow, you fucking little bitch.” He curses, and your try to escape his grip but he grabs you by your hair and throws you to the ground making you yelp out of pain and surprise and was now looking over you. His hand was now bleeding and you smirk and fill up with a bit of pride. He kneels down and grabs your chin roughly and makes you stare at him. “Listen here you nosey little bitch, you wanna run your damn mouth and be a fucking ditz like Sydney was, I’ll fucking kill you like I did her.” He threatens. Tears are now spilling from your eyes as you feel Stu sit down next to you on the floor and look at Mr. Loomis.

“Or, we can shut her up a different way Billy. She’s gotta cute mouth.” You felt your blood freeze one more as you look up at him through hazy and watered eyes.

“What?” You asked dumbly. Once you blink away the tears, you see Mr. Macher with a phone. His phone. Mr. Loomis chuckles and grabs against your thighs, making you squeal. “Good idea Stu. I think we could shut her up a different way.” He grins as he subconsciously licks his lips.

“Hold still pretty girl or else.” You winced at the cold metal now placed against your neck and you heard the small beep of the recording button go off. Mr. Loomis was now eyeing your leggings and started to pull them off of your body.

“What the hell are you doing-“ you squeaked out before Mr. Macher moved the knife slightly, more to scare you.

“Shhh princess, don’t wanna have to cut this pretty little throat, then we won’t be able to fuck it. And that would be a shame.” He says with a smile in his voice. You felt gross when your body reacted to the nickname as he now straddled you from behind and Mr. loomis ripped off your leggings. “Well, well, well.. looks like someone wanted this.” Mr. Macher teased, his phone leaning in slightly to zoom at your clothed cunt.

“You’re so fucking pretty down there.” Mr. Loomis growled. He grabbed the fat of your thigh harshly, enough to leave bruises and flipped you onto your stomach, causing the wind to be knocked out of you. He grabbed your hip and lifted your ass up. “Stay.” He commanded. You obliged with a slight whimper that didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Macher who still had the phone recording.

“Aw, what’s wrong princess? Scared?” Mr. Macher teases grabbing your chin with his free hand after tossing the knife to the floor and making you stare into the camera as Mr. loomis starts to unbuckle his pants. “Now don’t make too much noise, we still have a party going on downstairs, unless you want people to hear how much of a slut you are. Be a good girl.” Mr. Macher coos as he slips his thumb into your mouth making you suck on it. “Good fucking girl.” He praises with a groan. You heard the noise of a belt buckle jingling and then felt a harsh slap against your ass. This causes you to jolt up more into Mr. Macher’s lap as you whimper trying not to yelp out. Then you felt a hand caressing against your ass, and then another slap from the belt.

“Naughty fucking bitch.” Mr. Loomis growls as he strikes your ass again with his belt. It made a loud noise as you whimpered and held onto Mr. Macher’s shirt to ease the pain. Mr macher finally popped out his thumb out of your mouth and brushed against your hair to comfort you as Mr. Loomis struck you again. Harder. “Fucking naughty slut, you fucking need a punishment. This is what you fucking deserve.” You cry out when he grabs you off of Mr. Macher and takes both of your arms to tie them behind your back with his belt. You could feel his painfully hard erection against your chest too, which makes you moan slightly. Mr. Loomis grabs your face to make you look into the camera as Mr. Macher unzips his pants and you could see a tent in his boxers. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the second. God, what is wrong with you? You’re letting yourself get toyed by monstrous killers, and you fucking loving it. Mr. Macher stands up and walks over to you, pulling down his boxers. His cock slapped against your cheek, making you gasped out as both men laugh at your reaction.

“What’s wrong Princess, never had a dick in your mouth?” Mr. Macher teases, “I can change that.” He takes his tip and presses against your lips. “Suck.” He demands. Before you could you felt the cold piece of metal against your skin once more . You look down to see Mr. Loomis lightly grazing you with the knife Mr. Macher had earlier. Your eyes widen in fear and before you can say anything, Mr. Macher slaps you, getting your attention back to him with a gasp. “I gave you a command, do it or Imma let Billy fucking cut you up like the piece of meat that you are.” He growls with a smirk. You cry out in protest at the feeling of Mr. Loomis letting the knife cut against your thigh, letting Mr. Macher finally enter inside your mouth with a satisfied groan once the tip finally popped in. He jerked his hips making him go deeper inside your mouth, making you gag when he hits the back of your throat. And since he wasn’t small, the guy was huge.“Fuck, good fucking girl, take my fucking cock in that virgin mouth of yours. Good fucking girl, take it, take it all.” He laughs out with a deep moan, which makes your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the knife against your shirt and it being cut off your body as Mr. Loomis does the same to your bra. You were now completely exposed to these two men. Mr. macher kept face fucking you as Mr. Loomis moved his other hand to play with your pussy, you could feel him rub against your clit, which made you jump up slightly at this new feeling. This earned you another cut to your already bleeding thigh.

“Stay still or I’m gonna fucking gut you.” He warns, knife against your stomach. You kept as quiet as you could when he slipped a finger into you. This made you moan against Mr. Macher. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet you little bitch. Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna fucking devour you until your doing nothing but screaming my fucking name, and I’m gonna make them all hear you.” He growls out as he adds another one of his thick fingers, moving them in and out vigorously as he curved them just at the right time. You were now moaning around Mr. Macher’s cock like a fucking slut.

“Good fucking girl, ah fuck yes, yes, yes!” Mr. Macher kept hitting the back of your throat, but then pulls out quickly and starts to jerk himself off, “open your fucking mouth.” He says, and you do as you’re told and open your mouth. He keeps jerking his cock until a strained groan comes from him and he cums onto your tongue. “Good girl, swallow.” He commands, breathless. You do, and it was salty and a bit unpleasant, but you couldn’t say no to him. Mr. loomis keeps pumping his fingers into you as Mr. Macher keeps recording, catching his breath.

“This is what happens when pretty little sluts wanna get into someone else’s business, they get their pretty pussy played with until they’re all dumb and drooling, this is what you wanted huh? You wanted to get caught? Answer me princess, or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt.” Mr. Loomis growled into your ear.

“Yes sir..” you moan out, which earns you a groan from him and harsher thrusts of his fingers. You felt a pool of heat build up inside you causing you to moan out more, “oh fuck, oh fuck, please, please!” You beg out, repeating yourself like if it was a bible verse as he keeps going, hitting your G-spot until you finally break. You squirted all over his hands and the wooden floor, crying out, breathless. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck oh god..” you pant out.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Look at the mess you fucking made all over my hands and floor. I’m gonna make you clean it up like the little slut you are. Yeah, yeah you like that? You want that? I bet you do.” Mr.Loomis whispered in your ear. Making you whimper at his words and you winced when he grabbed you by your hair and forced your face to the floor where your squirt was. “Lick it up bitch.” He growled, knife up to your throat now. You did as you were told and licked up your mess as he groaned at the sight, while Mr. Macher watched with a delighted grin on his face, getting the camera closer to your face as you finished up licking your squirt. “Good girl, now my fingers.” He commanded. He grabbed your hair again and yanked it, pulling your head back and making you cry out. This gave him an opportunity to put his soaked fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You obliged and did what he asked, sucking and rolling your tongue against his long digits.

Once he pulled them out of your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting between it and his fingers, he grabbed your face. “Unzip my pants, and take my cock out. Give me a real reason not to cut that throat of yours.” You nodded and with shaky hands unzipped them and pulled down his trousers to reveal his very hard erection that now slapped against his stomach. He was a good 8.5 inches (28.5 cm) long. You stated in shock for a few seconds but then snapped out of it and your mouth opened up for him, he grabbed the back of your neck and forced your mouth down, not wasting time with your feeble attempt to get used to him. Mr. Macher groaned at the sight of your eyes watering as Mr.Loomis held you there for a moment. He was lost in his own pleasure as you tried to pull away and get air. He didn’t stop until you were practically trying to pull away, and he thought it was hilarious seeing you struggle to breath. Once he finally let you, you could only get a small gasp in before he grabbed your hair harshly and pistoned his cock into your mouth, thrusting in and out like if you were a pocket pussy. He used your throat as a fuck toy, his thick veiny cock going in and out of your throat with such ease make you so fucking turn on that you moaned against him as he kept at his brutal pace. At one point he had let go of your hair without you realizing as he still fucked into that pretty throat of yours and slapped you with his free hand. “Yeah that right you slut, oh fuck yeah, take my fucking cock down that little and tight throat of yours. Fucking gag on it, yeah good fucking girl, good girl fuck. Keep going.” He praised as he reached over slightly and slapped your ass, making you moan louder and kept going. His breathing started to quiver and become shaky and his brutal paced slowed, he grabbed you by your hair again and shoved your face all the way down to his stomach. He came into your throat with a satisfied and sultry moan that makes your thighs shut and rub. Mr. Macher finally walked over, phone still in hand and pulled you off of Billy. You were coughing and trying to catch your breath. He still had his pants down and forced your face down to the floor and positioned the phone to face all of you while he grabbed your hips and lined himself up with you.

“Wait, wait, wait!-“ you yelled trying to push away with your hand weakly but he grabbed it. “I’ve never had sex before, I’m a virgin!” You cried out. There was a small silence before Mr. Macher chuckled darkly, and you knew that they didn’t care, you don’t even understand why you thought they would stop. You know you wanted this, needed this actually.

“Well that’ll change soon pretty girl. Open for me, will you? I wouldn’t want to make this more difficult for the both us yeah?” He cooed as he caressed your arched back and you did what you were told, with shaky legs you opened them up for him to enter. Mr. Loomis watched with his cock in hand and his as he licked his teeth.

“I can’t wait to see that pretty face of yours once you get filled with cock princess, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy when he stretches you out.” He smiled.

You tried to reach for something to hold but it was too late, you felt Mr. Macher start to stretch out your little hole with only his tip. You paused for a moment as you panicked and looked back before he slammed himself inside you. Your backed arched at the intrusion and the sharp thrust of his hips against your ass. Which dug against it as you silently screamed. You was too big, oh fuck he was too much. Both men were chuckling at your panicked and pained face as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Aw what’s wrong baby, can’t handle my cock in you? Your slutty little cunt is weeping around it, so I’d say you fucking love it,” he says with a quick thrust which makes you squeal out in pain from the swiftness and his blunt tip hitting your cervix, bound to break your hymen if you haven’t already. You threw you head back rapidly at his movements, and Mr. Loomis grabbed your hands and guided you to find some comfort on his chest before Mr. Macher started pounding into your pretty little cunt. You tried your best to brace yourself as Mr. Loomis petted your hair and you said a small prayer under your breath before Mr. Macher snapped his hips in and out of you repeatedly. The wild thrusting of his hips inside your tight little cunt sent waves of pain as you dug into Mr. Loomis’s shoulders for comfort, trying to keep yourself from screaming. He groaned with a smile at the pain you were giving him and licked his teeth.

“Your doing great baby, yeah look at that fucking slutty face of yours. You’re fucking crying and dripping all over the floor like the little whore you are. Fuck yeah, fucking take it like the little bitch in heat that you are.” He slapped your ass harshly making you yell out, but he covered your mouth. “Ah, ah pretty girl. Can’t let anyone hear you. Your ours now, only we get to see these parts of you, taste you, touch you, fuck you however we please.” He growled. Mr. Macher still thrusting into you anomalistically and you started to feel amazing once he started to hit your g spot. You started to see stars meanwhile Mr. Loomis started to inch downwards to pinch and play with your nipples, sucking and licking your left tit. You whimper out happily as your eyes started to roll back at the feeling of it all.

“Please, please sir, please. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Fuck, yes, yes, yes. Oh god yes.” You whimper out, with an angelic little tone to your voice. Both of them groan and you feel Mr. Macher pick you up off of Mr. Loomis and grabbed both of your legs with his arms and lifted them up and fucked up into you. Your cries and whines of pleasure filling the room as your nipples started to feel cold without Mr. Loomis’s tongue licking them.

“Yeah you like when I put you in a full Nelson? You fucking like having your pussy filled like this, huh bunny? You fucking love being toyed with. Look at that fucking face. You fucking enjoy this. Fucking come for me baby.” Mr. Macher demanded. You felt yourself about to come undine soon and all you could do was whimper out their names . “B-Billy, Stu…!” You cried out as one final thrust sent you into an oblivion of bliss and pleasure as your squirted all over Mr. Macher, yourself, and the floor again. White hot pleasure sunk inside you and twisted your stomach, making your pussy flutter around Mr. Macher’s fat cock.

“Good fucking girl! Good girl. Oh fuck yes. Yes good fucking girl.” Mr. Macher praises, still thrusting into your battered pussy. The overwhelming sensation of him still thrusting into you before you could come down from your high made you squeal out from the overstimulation. Mr. Loomis shot a glance towards Macher and stood up , grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.

“Oh we aren’t done yet honey, I haven’t got my fill of you yet. “ he said with a dark smile, causing you to whimper. Mr. Macher pulled out of you and laid you in the floor. Mr. Loomis got into position and grabbed you up and held up only one of your legs and you thought he was gonna fuck your pussy. You were sorely mistaken as you felt his tip press against your asshole.

“Wait, wait, wait! N-not there Mr. Loomis!” You cried out, which earned you a slap on your ass. You whimper out and squeeze your eyes shut due to the pain.

“I know which hole I want. Now shut the fuck up and take it like a good fucking whore.” He said as he slowly pressed inside of you. It made your face crumple up with pain as you looked Mr. Macher in his eyes, begging for a piece of comfort , which he gave you by holding you other leg and positioning himself up with your pussy again. You cried out at him pushing himself inside of you once more as Mr. Loomis thrusted himself inside of your asshole with ease. The feeling was painful and pleasurable at the same time. It kind of felt like both of them were rubbing against each other but you knew that wasn’t true, due to the wall inside of you that was dividing the two thick cocks pumping into both of your tight holes. It felt like your guts were being rearranged by their animalistic thrusts, into your hot and bothered body, with no remorse or guilt. Not a single thought about the pain you were enduring while they were both busy chasing their highs, using you like a fuck toy. You were only there for those mens pleasure, and you knew it. You clawed at Macher’s back and squealed when Mr. Loomis squeezed your ass for support as he kept thrusting into your tight, puckered hole. You felt like you were about to break your hip with how fast and rough they were being with you.

“Yeah that’s fucking right baby, you’re taking us so good. Yeah you like being fucked in these pretty little holes. Yeah fucking take it, take it like the little slut that was made just for us. No one else is gonna fucking have you but us. Just us, these tits,” Mr. Macher grabbed your left breast harshly, “ these are ours, your pussy, that tight little cunt that’s squeezing my cock so well, that’s ours too. And your ass, oh it’s only ours baby. Only our cum is gonna be in you, only our spit, only our tongues. Only us, got it bitch?” He grabbed your face with a smile, making up stare into the camera. You nodded weakly. “Good girl.” He praised, as Mr. Loomis thrusted harder into your ass. You screamed out for a second before Mr. Loomis slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up before you get us caught. No one needs to hear your pretty screams but us. Got that?” You make a noise of compliance as they kept thrusting into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck yes please.” You moan out, you look at Macher and connect your lips onto his, kissing and sucking at his tongue. He was surprised by this but didn’t deny it. He pushed his tongue down your throat and fucked into you, your sweaty and hot body pressed against his as you kissed his hot and swollen lips. You sucked at his tongue as Mr. Loomis latches his teeth into your shoulder and sucks at your skin, earning a groan from your pretty little lips.

“You gonna come baby?” Mr. Loomis teases. You pull away from Macher’s lips, a string of saliva connecting before it falls onto both or your chests.

“Uh huh, yes sir. Fuck, please let me come, fuck please let me come. Yes please, please, please.” You whine out before Mr, Macher grabs your throat and makes you kiss him again, this time with much more force and hunger in his part.

“What do you say, Billy? She’s been so good for us. And she’s taking you so well, should we let our little whore come again?” He questions with a taunt after he breaks away from the kiss. Mr. Loomis didn’t answer verbally but gave a quick nod as he kept thrusting into you. Mr. Macher chuckles quietly and sets the phone against a dresser near you all, propping it up against it to look at all of you, still recording. He brings his attention back you you and smiles sweetly. He kisses your forehead tenderly then thrusts into you like an animal once more. You were caught off guard by it and felt like you couldn’t breathe for a second while the wind was knocked out of you with his thrusts. Mr. Loomis grabbed your hips harshly and bucked into your body wildly, almost toppling you and Mr. Macher over as he chased his own high. Mr. Macher laughs at Loomis.

“Ah fuck!” You scream out. You didn’t care if anyone heard you at this point, you needed to come so badly. So so so badly.

“Calm yourself Billy, she ain’t going anywhere.” Mr. Macher joked. Mr. Loomis didn’t find it funny and he bit your neck as he kept thrusting into like Mr. Macher. You were so close, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Gonna come soon, how about you, Billy?” Mr. Macher asks. All you could hear was a grunt from Loomis. You felt so close, so close, so so so close. Then snap. It hit you like a truck once you felt the white hot pleasure boil in you, it felt like a flash bomb went off in your body.

Grabbing onto Mr. Macher for dear life, you screamed out silently. Tears started to spill from your eyes as you felt yourself shake uncontrollably from the intense orgasm that had just happened. Mr. loomis kissing the back of your neck, pulled out of you, painfully slow so that you could feel all of this thick veins pulse inside one last time. Once he finally pulled out, you felt empty without him. Huffing and smiling, Mr. Macher picked you up and pulled out of you too, leaving you on the floor, heaving and breathing erratically. Your body flinched when Mr. Loomis lightly grazed your soft skin with his rough and calloused hand.

“You did so well, pretty girl. I might have to reward you.” Mr. Loomis said coldly. His tone made you shiver, even if your body was super hot. Mr. Macher picked up the camera and pointed at your fucked body. “Smile sweetheart, you look beautiful right now.” He laughed out. You put on a weak smile and laid your head back against the cold floor. Mr. Macher walked up to you and picked you up and put you on the bed in the bedroom. You were a bit annoyed they didn’t just fuck you on the soft, comfortable and warm place of this room. Nope, the floor was better apparently. Mr. Macher noticed your face switch from fucked out to slightly annoyed. “Sorry, we didn’t think of that earlier.” He sheepishly admitted, Mr. Loomis scoffing in the background. “Let’s get you dressed and back to your friend before she notices you are gone.” He smiled, kissing your bruised neck. You nodded weakly to this idea and stood up only shaky legs. Both men, surprisingly, helped you get dressed. finding you a different shirt, because they cut your previous one, and you had to your with no bra either. Mr. Macher, being the pervert he is, took your pretty little panties for himself. “I’ll get you a new pair, next time you come and see me sweetheart.” You looked at him with confusion.

“I don’t even have any of your numbers?” You stated. Mr. Macher put you back on the bed and grabbed your phone, and gave it to you. “Here, open it.” You do so with shaky hands and let him put both mens name in the phone and handed back to you.

Once you finally are able to semi walk, you, Mr. Macher and Loomis all left the bedroom to all go downstairs. People were staring and you felt like you were gonna explode from embarrassment. Luckily for you, Mr. Macher knew how to make the attention get off of you. “Thank you all so much for coming tonight, I’m glad y’all had fun! But that isn’t it, we got fireworks in the backyard! We’ll be starting them as soon as everyone is outside!” He stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. Mr. Loomis leading you to your friend. Before you can get to her and explain, he pulled you back slightly with a grip on your waist and whispered in your ear “ you tell no one about this, or I’ll show up to your house and kill you right then and there, okay?” You gulped and nodded. “Good girl, now go play with your friends, me and Stu will keep in touch..” he chuckles. You shakily walk up to your friend, who had been looking for you.

“Where the hell have you been? I was so worried for you. It’s not like you to just up and leave. Oh my god you missed it but I’m pretty sure Mr. Macher and Loomis fucked some random chick in this place! Isn’t that fucking crazy?” She said, you chucked nervously and smiled. “Haha, yep totally nuts!” You said, looking back behind you, Mr. Loomis now nowhere to be seen. You look back at your friend. “ Do you mind taking me home? I’m really tired.” You asked. Your friend complained about wanting to see the fireworks, but upon seeing your face, could tell how tired you really were. They also noticed your change of clothing too. It wasn’t hard for them to connect the dots, but kept quiet on the matter. Once you finally had been dropped off at your house. You fell into your bed and passed out for a few hours.

You were awoken to someone standing infront of you, wearing all back, holding something in their hands. You were still waking up so your eyes were blurry but you shot up and almost screamed until they covered your mouth. Your initial response was to kick them until you saw the mask they were wearing. It was white, and ghost like, it looked Distraught. You knew who it was. He laughed and took off the mask. Mr. Macher revealing his face and looking over to your doorway.

“She’s awake now Billy, come on.” Mr. Loomis walked in, wearing the same costume, holding a knife. You gulped and look back at Mr. Macher frantically. He laughed and grabbed your face. “Oh honey we aren’t done yet with you. We were just letting you rest.” He chuckled out. Mr. Loomis now joining both of you on the bed, take his mask off as well and hovering over you. “ we decided to be a little festive this time though. “ he laughed out.

You whimpered and prayed to whatever god would listen and prepared yourself not to be able to walk the next day.

~The end~ For now!

A. N : I’m sorry for any spelling errors, so I fixed some and added a bit more to make sense of some stuff. I hope y’all enjoyed this, and if you wanna recommend any ideas please do!

#billy and stu x reader #scream smut #billy loomis #stu macher fic #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher smut #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x you #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface 1996 smut

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gatorbites-imagines · 10 months

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Hey I saw you were really stressed and I know requests aren't the best thing but this has been stuck on my mind, you can delete this or do it when you can. I can wait as long as you need 😊

Can we get Peter B and Miguel (separate or kinda like "we're co-parent friends") with a platonic male reader, reader is a spiderman for his own universe but his universe ended because of him. Now he's ungodly protective of both Peter and Miguel. Like he's put his life on the line multiple different times for those two knuckleheads

I just want fluff 😭

Peter B Parker and Miguel O’Hara

Platonic Headcanons

Peter B Parker

Now, Peter would appreciate how protective you could be, but it got a little overbearing at times, especially after you got impaled by an abnormal doc ock. Hed make you have a sit down with him about how dangerous it is, and how he feels protective of you too, so he doesn’t wanna lose you.

He can only imagine the insane amount of trauma youd have after losing your universe, especially if it was cause on accident by yourself. He would always make sure you have someone to talk too, and somewhere to go if you need it.

He would open his home to you, even after he got back with MJ and had Mayday, and you end up being a common sight in their home, to the point where MJ starts calling you their spiderson, and Pete ruffles your hair and calls you his kid.

Mayday absolutely loves you, even though Peter fears how protective you’ll be of her. If you were protective of Peter, with Mayday it’s a million times worse. He’s pretty sure he’s caught you hissing at other spiderpeople who get too close sometimes.

He still loves you very much, as he’s come to see you as his kid one way or another, you two just have a lot of things you need to work through, and Peter and the rest of his family is with you the entire way.

Miguel O’Hara

Miguel would be annoyed by how protective you were, because deep down he would feel he doesn’t deserve it. Especially after you get hurt protecting him, taking the stinger of an abnormal Scorpion for him.

He wouldn’t know how to feel about you till this point, or why you got attached to him of all people. But as you lay there feverish and hallucinating thanks to the poison from the Scorpion, he sits and holds you in his arms until you fall unconscious.

Miguel understands what it feels like to lose everything, so he’s actually great to come too if you need to talk. He doesn’t say much, but Miguel makes a great listener, especially after he starts caring for you in return.

Would end up calling you his kid on accident, specifically after you got hurt once again on a mission, and he yells at you that he cant lose another one of his kids. After that you two have to sit down and come to an understanding about your shared self-sacrificial nature.

You both have gone through a lot, and lost even more, but together you are able to build a tiny family with just two members, and that is more than enough, as long as you have each other.

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rrenzwrld · 5 months

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sound of my heart III

third part! read second part here

i do kinda liked how it turned out but the ending is free to kinda let you think about how you’d wanna go forward. would you let ony prove his words to you? or would you go ahead and let him go to move onto someone more appreciative? but anyways…enjoy!

[ ony!❤️ ]: hey

once you got a chance to look at your phone, you instantly regretted it when you saw a text from ony. deja and taylor could see your shift in energy and leaned over to see what was causing it.

deja rolled her eyes. “girl, ignore it.” that was easier said that done. you knew you were supposed to ignore his message just like he ignored you, but you also wanted to respond in hopes that he’d explain himself.

“you know she’s not gonna do that…” taylor said.

“maybe i should just see what he has to say.” you opened the message but just began staring at it. deja smiled slyly at you.

“can i do i—“

“no.” you snapped. you sat there and thought about what to say until you realized that you’d rather get an explanation from him vocally instead of through text. “should i facetime or call him?” you turned to deja and taylor.

“call him. so he won’t know we’re here.” you nodded before texting him and telling him to call you. deja turned down the music playing in the car as the phone rang throughout.

“yo.” deja rolled her eyes and fake gagged.

“yeah. why you text me?” you weren’t gonna waste anymore time.

“i missed you.”

“i couldn’t tell. you haven’t texted me in weeks, ony.”

“i know, i’m sorry. i just…i don’t know.”

“you still never told me who she was.” deja and taylor were silently exciting themselves in the background, proud of you for standing your ground.

“i thought you forgot about that—“

“oh so there was another bitch?”

“just somebody who bought from connie but he told me to give the shit to her because he had something to do so i did.”

“so why did you smell like her that day? and why couldn’t you be honest back then?”

“she was hugging all up on me but i had to push her off cause she was doin too much. and i never told you that because i knew you’d be on some shit.”

“on some shit because i don’t want my man to smell like other girls? i loved you ony and the last thing i would’ve wanted was to think you’d cheat on me! why’d you let me go on thinking that—“

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“and then you go weeks without talking to me, having me think i did something wrong and making excuses for you.”

“y/n—“

“you’ve never listened to me before so i don’t even know why i wasted my time that day. i should’ve just let you think you can go and do whatever like you used to doing.” you were getting mad now if you weren’t already and could feel your throat knotting up.

“i love you, y/n. y’know that?”

“do i? because i thought love was reassuring and you haven’t given that to me.”

“i can’t read your fuckin mind. if you don’t tell me—“

“i shouldn’t have to tell you anything! i don’t ask you for shit, ony. nothing but to know and be shown that you love me and what do i get? ignored for weeks? got me overthinking and shit.”

“i’m sorry.”

“is that all you have to say?”

“i never meant to hurt you, truthfully.”

“so why did you?”

“i should’ve paid attention to you and what you needed from me more, and i’m sorry for that. i was negligent and i really wanna promise you that it’ll never happen again.” ony’s words were luring you in but you weren’t sure if you should’ve surrendered.

“thank you.”

“we good?” you didn’t know that yet.

“i don’t know…”

“i understand completely…i do wanna see you though.”

“too bad, bye ony.” and with that, you hung up. not even anticipating what he was gonna say next. you were no longer gonna let him think he can say what he should do without actually taking initiative to carry out those actions. hearing him say it was nice but you had to see it to believe it.

“sooo you not gonna ask him about him being on that bitch’s phone in chipotle?” deja questioned.

you shrugged. “nope.”

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader

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Okay okay okay so my thoughts are a little jumbled right now so I'm not very coherent but I need to blabber about this one element of huntlow in For the Future that's got me going off the rails. It's the way in which they both take initiative in their interactions with each other, specifically how it differs with both Willow and Hunter.

There's a bit of a vibe in a lot of huntlow content that puts emphasis on Willow's confidence and Hunter's shyness, so she's the one who talks, who flirts, who acts, who gets the ball rolling. Meanwhile, Hunter clearly reciprocates and enjoys her attention but allows her to take the lead, rather than initiate anything himself. And this interpretation is perfectly fine. It's cute!! And Thanks to Them kinda gave us the impression that it wouldn't be that unlikely.

But the scenes involving them in For the Future were SO good. As an interesting subversion of the point above, it's actually Willow who's become the more uncertain one in their dynamic. As a contrast to how she comforts Gus when he tears up, Willow is rather hands-off when it comes to Hunter. It's likely because she understands that what he needs right now is space to process his grief, but in addition to that, she might be at a complete loss on how to help him. Because what could she possibly say? Willow can promise Gus that she'll find his Dad, she can assure Camila that things with Luz will be alright, but she can't bring Flapjack back. And even at this point in the episode, this may have been adding to her steadily escalating feelings of stress and helplessness. ("I can't help my friends...")

Willow feels like she keeps fucking up when it comes to Hunter. When she allowed herself that brief moment of childish indulgence by being silly with the plants, which resulted in Hunter snapping at her? Oh the way her smile dropped and she looked utterly devastated. She must have felt so guilty, so ashamed, so frustrated with herself for being so stupid and goofing off when her friend was severely hurting. And it's not like he was wrong for saying they didn't have time for this. But in typical Willow fashion, she shoved those feelings down and put on a smile for Gus.

There's no implication of it but I wonder if she also felt like an idiot for letting her emotions get the better of her when she saw that puppet of her Dad. She put herself in harm's way, forcing Hunter to charge after her and pull her to safety. Do you think she wonders if he was annoyed by that? Maybe that was eating away at her too. She's trying to be level-headed and reliable but it seems like she keeps slipping up. And Hunter is always there to witness it.

Of course, Willow didn't stop trying. Though she may have felt a bit rejected and disliked by him at the time, Willow still made the effort to look out for Hunter in any way that she could. She suggested they go outside and keep him company while he was pacing himself into the ground. And later on, she lit up with delight when she found something that she believed would comfort him.

And then she expressed, in her typical warm Willowy way, that they loved him unconditionally. She didn't have the perfect words to make everything okay. She was just being herself. Willow took a chance with this boy she didn't know how to help and simply said what she felt, hoping it would give him some semblance of solace.

But being herself wasn't good enough. At least not in Willow's eyes. She already had fragile confidence in regards to Hunter's current opinion of her but ohhhh the deafening silence that followed after she had bared her heart to him. The way she brought him to tears, leading her to believe she had rubbed salt in the wound. The way Luz had to gently intervene to make sure he was alright and Willow felt like sinking into the floor. How Hunter's quiet little "I....don't know..." speared her through. All of those things pushing her to her breaking point. She's made everything worse. Because that's what Half-a-Witch Willow does.

Hunter's perceived opinion of her is utterly deteriorating Willow's self confidence and it's the thing that results in her self loathing inflicted descent into thorny vines. She's in denial at first, still struggling to hold it together, still insisting that she can grasp hold of some facade. The pitchy and nervous tone of voice as Hunter appears on the scene and she desperately feigns nonchalance. She knows deep down that her magic is spiralling out of control but she cannot let him know. She cannot let him see her like this. And with this added anxiety of Hunter's presence, the vines only get worse.

Meanwhile, when it comes to Hunter, he is not idle by any means. He takes a proactive role in almost all of his significant moments with Willow.

Obviously, Hunter is a protector. He shields his friends from physical harm. He's especially paranoid about them getting hurt now after what happened to Flapjack because he can't lose them too. This paranoia, in addition to his overwhelming grief and recent trauma, has made Hunter high strung and irritable. Keeping his friends alive is his priority right now. Because of this, their emotional needs and how his snappish behavior is affecting them, is understandably the furthest thing from his mind.

But once he realizes that he's hurt Willow's feelings? Oh he looks completely shattered. The way Gus runs out the door to find her and Hunter murmurs "Wait..." before he rushes after both of them, calling out their names, begging for them to come back. There's none of the hesitation that Willow demonstrates with him, only loud desperation. What does he even intend to say to Willow? Who knows. Honestly, I don't think Hunter knows either. But it's not about that. It doesn't matter if Hunter has no idea what he's gonna say once he catches up with her. What matters is that he's running after her at all. He knows one thing and it's that he has to do something.

And that's what Hunter continues to do from that point. Something.

When he finds her tangled up in her own vines, mentally and emotionally unraveling, Gus hanging in distress above their heads, he's immediately asking her to explain, concerned and alarmed. When Willow's feigned cheerful demeanour shows its cracks and the vines start to ensnare Hunter, the last thing he does before he's fully bound is take a step towards the obviously overwhelmed and frightened Willow and try to reach out for her. Again, what was he planning to do? What was he gonna say? He probably had no idea. His actions were likely instinctive. But the fact that trying to provide some form of comfort to Willow was an instinctive response from him speaks volumes about their relationship. He's not going to stand around and do nothing while she's upset. Even if he's bad with words and emotions, he's always gonna try. She's worth trying for.

Cannot stress this enough but by the time her vines begin to consume her, Willow has probably convinced herself that Hunter's high regard for her has completely plummeted. Because why wouldn't it? This is, without a doubt, Willow at her most pathetic. But during this moment of complete wretchedness and self destruction, Hunter is the one who acts.

He bursts out of the vines and bundles her up in his arms. His hands press down on her shoulders and he frantically assures her that she's not to blame for any of this and she didn't ruin anything. He eases her anxieties by vocally expressing just how much he cares about her. He begs her not to be so mean to herself. And then, with desolate eyes and a soft gentle voice, he asks if she's been holding all this in the whole time.

He wants an answer. He wants her to talk to him. He wants her to tell him what's wrong so he can try to help. He wants to listen. And he's taking the initiative to get there.

And Willow's completely stunned face upon hearing all of this shows just how overgrown her insecurities had become, leading her to become entangled in the worst possible conclusion. She was now receieving affection and loving words from none other than the boy who she fully believed had lost patience with her for constantly messing everything up. The way the first tears pricked and her mouth wobbled when that soft gentle voice expressed concern for her, seconds before the dam inevitably burst. It was all a little too much for her I think.

Also can I talk about the little finger link?? I've been dying to talk about the little finger link!!!!

Everything about how that scene is executed is so sweet to me. Willow, though she's a lot more reassured over where she stands with Hunter, is still a little unsure on how to approach this. She doesn't hold his whole hand. No, that might be a bit much. For both Hunter and herself. Let's start smaller. Less nerve racking.

Of course, if she's still so hesitant, she doesn't have to touch him at all. But she wants to. She really wants to have physical contact with him in some capacity right now, even if it's as tentative as could be. In holding his hand, Willow would be making a rather bold statement. But in linking pinkies, it's more like she's asking a question. Is this okay?

She's clearly a bit unsure. Noticeably not looking at the touch, eyes locked on her feet before she speaks. But as unsure as it is, I think she's pretty brave for doing it at all.

What gets me is that what Hunter said left such an impact on her that she was compelled to thank him. She was grateful to be told that she didn't ruin everything. She had wanted to be told that she meant something to him. Even though she wasn't aware of it, she's realized that hearing those words took a huge weight off her chest. Willow could breathe again. She could see him a little clearer now. And she would like to tell him just how much those words meant to her. Just how much he meant to her.

This is the moment where Hunter silently answers Willow's question. He's choked up, he's nervous, he's overwhelmed, but in spite of all that, he still takes initiative.

In linking their pinkies, Willow is asking Is this okay?

And when Hunter deliberately presses the back of his hand against hers, he's answering her question. It's more than okay.

Anyway Hunter being proactive in almost all of the huntlow scenes, Willow being the more nervous one between them, neither getting to the point they've gotten to if they didn't each take the lead at different moments. It was all so good.

#toh spoilers #huntlow #long post #me: not making any long posts about my ftf thoughts yet i am tired #me five minutes later:#does this even MAKE SENSE?? like do you understand the point im making???#i feel like im not explaining it thoroughly enough #im tired

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zikkytheblicky · 3 months

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ofcc!! srry this is late.

☆ for my ml, angel anon.

(NON-BLACK PEOPLE DNI. THE SLUR IS USED MULTIPLE TIMES)

⊹content warnings⊹

(don't scroll past this, it's important since i changed up gojo n’ geto + readers attitude 😃)

- both gojo and geto blasian so dont be surprised if you hear suguru’s racist comments and satoru and suguru js speaking ghetto ☠️..

-feminine male reader- anon didnt specify but id they want me to change this i will make a separate post for them 🫶🏾!!

-black reader cuz angel anon is black.

-not smut nor fluff.. i forgot if this type of stuff is called lemon or lime! sorry 😭💓.

-reader gets kinda aggressive im ngl to you like he did not take gojos little antic lightly

-kinda made reader gojo n suguru ghetto. idk i didnt think ts with much thought

-gojo tries to get his lick back, forgetting you were a real 🥷🏾 despite being feminine. he needs to stop playing with m!reader fr

-you’re very spoiled because i’m a SUCKERERR for spoiled reader x jjk character.

-this is not proofread i’m so sorry 😭!! + i did this like at 11-4 or sum

-sadly anon didn’t specify if they wanted top surgery reader or not so to be safe i’m just gonna say he does!!

-use of you/your pronouns except for when gojo is yapping/complaining to you’re brattiness to getou.

-no sourcerer au.

-rich gojo (SHOCKING 😨)

a/n: i hate this piece it sounds so tacky 😭..

♡︎NOT CAPITALIZED ON PURPOSE !!

to say you weren’t usually bratty is an understatement— it rarely happens unless you’re joking or you’re being bratty towards someone else not gojo.

it all happened first, when gojo took you to get your nails done and you didn’t give him your signature move for when he gives you something you want— pulling on his collar/tie and kissing on his cheek along with a sweet, “thank you satoru ! i love you! see you later!” or something along those lines— you instead give him a mere glance and a dry, bored “bye, gojo.” before walking over to your bestfriend(s) who were also getting their nails done. and by the way you were giggling into your palm when you thought satoru left shows you were trying to get him riled up.

satoru thought it was cute ,

at first. then it started getting him annoyed and a bit triggered.

and what does he do when he doesn’t agree with something you do?

…

obviously don’t tell you about it and instead goes to bother his best friend- suguru- about it instead.

“he’s been acting so bratty suguru. i remember when i got him his favorite color of glittery roses and all he did was say a dry response like, “oh thanks, gojo.” HE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SATORU OR A PET NAME RAGGHH” satoru screamed out into his phone microphone, his eyes puffy from all the fake crying he did earlier.

“don’t you have work to do? also he’s just going through a phase satoru, you’ll live.” suguru said dryly, the sound of the clicking of a keyboard and the sounds of a pen being smoothly dragged across a paper filling satoru’s apple headphones.

“you wouldn’t understand suguru..” satoru whined, blinking his bright blue eyes at the camera. His pouting lips sucking up the last bit of juice from his drink.

“all you have to do is punish him y’know?” suguru muttered, he shuts his book staring at satoru with a disgusted face. “Ew . stop pouting your lips while making fuckin sucking motions you look like a monk.” suguru sniffed, grabbing his bonnet and putting his hair up.

“i dont wanna hurt himmmm-“ satoru whined, ignoring suguru’s racist comment.

“not like that, durdur.”

satoru could practically hear the roll of geto’s eyes as he saw the younger dark skinned man pick up his phone and turn off his camera- most likely about to get ready for bed- it was 11 am after all.

“in a sexual way, nigga.” suguru mumbled out, the sounds of crinkling sheets flowing in and out of satoru’s ears nicely.

“oh my god… suguru you mastermind.” gojo smirked, grabbing his macbook and opening it swiftly.

“jesus christ what are you gonna do, satoru?” suguru asked with a sigh, rubbing his temple soothingly- he sounded so tired of gojo’s antics.

“ight so the plan is..”

it is late. you just got home from an interview of what life is like being satoru gojo’s husband— you hate those types of reporters. instead of worrying about what the content of your creator was, they worried about your status. oh, how annoying they are.

you kick off your jordans, rubbing your eyes gently- thankfully you didn’t put on any eyeliner.

you head into the first kitchen on the first floor, went into the pantry and took out a fruit snack before you head upstairs- when you were pulling up into your driveway all of gojo’s cars were in his drive so you know he is home.

i’m surprised he isn’t cuddling up on me already.. You thought with a snort, twisting your curls in boredom.

your curls bounce as you skip your way up the carpeted stairs, entering you and gojo’s shared room.

“satoru-.”

there, you say your husband in a thin, silky robe, nike pro boxers on, his 24 carat gold stud earrings glistening in the low light the seeped into the room, a thin 24 carat gold necklace, and slides on. he was at his desk, typing away on his phone, he didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest.

the albino haired man lazily turned over to you, a bored look on his face though you could see a faint smirk on your husband’s face.

what is this nigga smirking for ? you thought with a scoff, your slippers making loud noises as you walk over to him.

“oh. hi, ‘mn’.” satoru’s tone was bored and disinterested, he went back onto his phone and started typing quickly. and he had such an excited expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips like he was trying to hide the fact that he was more interested in whoever he was texting instead of you.

and that pissed you off. like who the fuck is this nigga talkin too that catches his attention more than you? his boyfriend ?

that damn phone i'm about to throw that shit.

“satoru.”

no answer.

“satoru?”

no answer again. who the fuck was this negro on the phone with?

“SATORU-“ you yelled, pulling his ear out from his bonnet- being careful not to pull his earring out. sure, you were annoyed at him but you aren’t going to hurt him.

“what the fuck- what? damn.” gojo groaned, putting his phone screen to his chest with an annoyed glare.

who the fuck does he think hes talking too?

“nigga who do you think you’re talking to? i’m not the one stop trippin’.” you crossed your arms, releasing satoru’s ear.

“what did i even do?” satoru responded too calmly- the fucker had a visible smirk on his face too.

silence .

silence is what you “responded” with before smashing your lips with satoru’s, grabbing his white dreads and rubbing his scalp gently- completely opposite from your prior action.

satoru’s tongue licked almost every corner of your mouth, tasting the bitter vodka taste left in your mouth.

you both pulled away with a string of spit following each other's mouths.

“don’t dish out the heat if you cannot take the heat back, darling~!” satoru purred out, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap.

you tsked in response, resting your head on his neck.

and maybe later that night satoru punishes you by forcing you to cockwarm him for an hour straight.

(you failed after 10 minutes.)

ts is short asl ik but like 🙁

#male reader #x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #ftm reader #black male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #jjk x male reader #jjk

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from-izzy · 1 month

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every day is a lovely day... | tbz lee juyeon

pairing » the boyz lee juyeon x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything)

trope/au » strangers to lovers, non-idol au!, university au!

genre » mostly hurt/comfort(...?), mostly fluff, a pinch of angst (i always say this but i'm kinda confident in this statement this time lmao), deep reflection on life and aspects of the earth, juyeon who basically falls in love with you at first sight, juyeon being kinda confident towards reader, picnic date by the beach after finishing you last exam!, comforting boyfriend chef (not actually his occupation) lee juyeon!

word count, estimated reading time » 2249, ~8 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader didn't sleep well, reader uses caffeine to battle tiredness, the slightest of academic difficulties (it's just a dash imo), deep thoughts of sea and sky life (not an expert in this field at all), mentions of open water/vast landscapes in the thoughts

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

i swear that banner changes colour before my very eyes. because i do understand that it's bright and at first glance, you can barely see the water on the bottom right. but when i change tumblr to a lighter mode, stare at fading wind lines near the top of the image for some time, my eyes adjust and the water becomes very obvious. i think it depends on colour context because on dark mode, it's hard for the 'effects' to kick in. is it just me...? it's messing with me...there has got to be a study about this somewhere...😭 anyway!

(i accidentally released this earlier so for those who saw anything: no you didn't!! 😭)

happy birthday to you @littleroaes !! ngl i was gonna give up on this birthday present but then i was scrolling through and found this little wip and tried to modify it to what you like. i was gonna do f2l like you mentioned you like but my brain stopped making ideas for that as soon as i told myself to write about it 😭 so here's my very first short story on strangers to lovers that thankfully you have appreciation for 🫶 from your profile, i read you like fishes, the colour blue, kimbap, spring rolls and of course, lee juyeon!! 😸 so i tried my best to incorporate these prompts here. i tried something different for the fishes 🐟 topic but i hope this incorporation is fine 💙

here is your boyfriend that will get you through uni! hope you have the happiest birthday!! 🎂🎉 love you!! mwah!!

Everything changed for you when Juyeon walked into your life.

No, literally.

Well, maybe not…literally.

You remember the prominent eyebags you’ve carried for the last month since university started. The new semester has weighed you heavier than the headache that is arising from the lack of sleep and the missed attempt to get your daily caffeine content since you slept through your alarm. At the very least, you’re thankful that everything is now electronic because you are so unprepared to be commuting to campus with a heavy mind, heart, eyelids and straps on your shoulders that would surely give you a very sore back.

That day started horrendously. You really thought that the alarm was the only thing that the universe threw at you for their entertainment but it was the embarrassing fact that you dozed off during class. Your elbows were propped up too comfortably against the desk and the perfect temperature of the lecture room didn't make it any easier for your natural melatonin to kick in. The next thing you knew, your palms cupped your cheek and there was this loud bang that was accompanied by the sharp pain on your cheekbone when you hit the wooden desk.

Everything is going awesome and you just attracted around a hundred students back to you. Thankfully your lecturer didn't take it to offense and shot you an emphatic smile.

You guessed then after that the universe felt bad for the negative attention that you got and they canceled the next class on your filled weekly schedule. Usually, you would be annoyed at the sudden change but this gave you a little hour to bask in the sun, the open green space and your favourite cup of beverage wrapped protectively by your hands.

Only to find out that you left your wallet at home.

“I’m sorry,” you said to the worker who tried her best to reassure you and to take your time as your frantic fingers ran through the items in your bag.

Your knees fell to the ground and sweat started to creep against your forehead and to the side of your head, a silent reminder to be mindful of the long line of students who are mostly probably just as stressed as you are in their university journey. The lighting above you helped with your sight in your receipt-filled bag but suddenly, the long papers with their minuscule printings became hard to read and a deep voice stated his order.

At first, your instinct was to defend yourself, tell the person who cut in line and added an order between you and your caffeine to wait a little bit longer but his choice of words registered into you before you could voice out anytime.

“I'll add an iced Americano with the order, please.” And then the familiar beeping sound of a successful transaction rings.

Your neck cranes up towards the stranger that only made your day easier and you couldn't help but let out a gentle gasp. A sharp pair of eyes yet soft and curious like a cat, his perfectly shaped nose and the slight upturn of the corner of his lips with the smile that beams down on you.

The chain necklace around his neck dangles above you and you were sure it hypnotised you to say, “It's an angel.” These were your first words to Lee Juyeon.

“Ah,” the recipient of the compliment could only blush first at your words, a hand sneaking up to mindlessly scratch his nape. “We should at least get out of the line.”

Now it's your turn to have your cheeks heat up at the realisation that you're blocking everyone else’s caffeine intake.

You thought that maybe Juyeon would just walk away and wait for you to join him on the other side of the table with the hanging ‘Pick up orders here' sign hanging from the beige ceiling. Yet, he crouched and helped you sort out your materials, collecting your pencil case and books into one arm, the other swiftly scooping up the straps of your bag along his other forearm.

Your eyes couldn't help but widen at your empty hands, and you were flustered at how he was still holding onto your things even when the customer who stood behind him joined you both after paying. Juyeon’s bangs shook when he refused to give your things back, insisting that you should be the one to carry the coffee instead.

“Coffee is important.” He convinces you with that warm smile of his. “Don't drop it!”

With the promise to pay him back for another cup, came a few promises to help with common subjects and overlapping knowledge. And with time, came the fluttering feeling in both your hearts that only grew when you comforted each other in the long nights leading to assignments and exam periods that came all too quickly but passed by excruciatingly slow.

Juyeon made it all worth it though. You walked out of the last two-hour prison of the semester to be greeted with your usual reward packed in a paper bag. If it was anyone else but Juyeon, the contents of the bag would be mushed as you hug it close to you but it's the person that you have missed so much that gets your love first.

“You called me last night, bubs,” Hearing his voice not through the help of technology is more refreshing and you couldn't help but tighten your hold around his figure.

“Every day is missing Juyeon day.”

“Well for me, every day is a happy day when you're in my life.”

It's a line that he has said to you many times even before he started dating you. Juyeon tried to make the line more interesting each time but one day, mixed with his tiredness and excitedness of finally seeing you, it became the line that revealed his adoration for you.

Hand in hand, Juyeon's thumb caressing the back of your palm, your right arm closely stuck to his left, you both sway and skip to the nearby beach to relish in each other’s company with nature. The light salty breeze scent hits you before you can even see the gigantic natural blue space that seems endless and seamless with the blue sky. As your outfit becomes one with the direction of the wind and the sun is still bright enough for you to know even when your orbs are hidden beneath your eyelids. It’s the little moments like these that the Earth seems to be so rich in beauty and life becomes beautiful although you’ve been studying endlessly for the past three months.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the body of water that eventually begins to seep into your view as you walk up the small hill. You imagine the school of fish including the friendly dolphins to the misunderstood sharks and all the shapes and sizes of the life forms in there, some dependent on their family whilst some choosing to live alone.

That’s why you’ve always been so enamoured by the living, along with the sea plants that they harmoniously live with.

You wonder what kind of thoughts these creatures have as they live in a world much bigger than the land you stand on and if they ever want to explore the whole ocean like most people would love to see the landmarks scattered across the world. If they visit the landmarks of the ocean, would they even remember it? Or would they just swim away, finding it more than satisfactory with the fact that they’re free, especially those who swish through the water with company?

Same with life in the sky, do they ever get tired from flying? Like some people who are scared of a large body of water but are already mid-journey, how do they persevere in their flight and keep going? Do they sometimes look at human transportation and hope that they could bask in that luxury as well? Sleep in the moving vehicle and relax your tense muscles against the cushioned interiors even if it’s just for ten minutes. You want to know the answer to that and maybe, you’ll be able to learn something from the other life form.

You wish sometimes you would be one of them but it’s hard to say so as well because all forms of life experience different hardships and it’s impossible to generalise anything, nor is it truly fair to say one has it better than the other.

That’s when life becomes so complex and beautiful. The fact that you’re so small in the context of the horizon that stretched too far for you to see and comprehend, leaves you appreciating the small things in life.

For you, the arms encircling your middle remind you that no matter what hardships you face, you’ll be able to safely fall back onto someone. That you can freely cry without judgement and that life is lovely whenever he’s in it. Juyeon steals a kiss from your lips before placing another one on your cheek. Your eyelashes flutter open and you swear that Juyeon’s smile is brighter than the sun that smiles down on you both and louder than the crashing waves against the eroding rocks.

And whenever he asks you, “Feeling better?” You know that Lee Juyeon is the one person that you can answer the question truthfully and genuinely.

You both settled with a picnic blanket underneath a substantial amount of coverage from the sun by the park near the beach, the crashing ocean waves still in sight. You observe the tree above you dancing freely in the winds while the birds seem to sing for both of your accomplishments.

When you look back down by the cue of a single, proud hand clap, you're greeted with numerous small glass containers clinking next to each other. The colours from the neatly presented food only lifted your energy further and your boyfriend’s orbs glimmered more with the help of the sun that still peaks through from the leaves above.

Juyeon complied when you asked him for a bite of his homemade kimbap and spring rolls. The flavours instantly make you nod. “I refuse to believe that your mum didn't make this.”

Your boyfriend’s smile flattened, dipping further into a frown, “She helped but I did all the cooking and rolling!”

“Okay, you cute clingy baby.” Leaning in to press a quick kiss against his pouting lips. “I’m just joking around with you.”

To Juyeon, the peck is way more than just unsatisfactory and his thoughts about it are clearly reflected first from his eyes. Then, his hand landed next to the food box on his far left and made a sweeping motion on the cotton blanket to the right, pushing all of the obstacles between you and him. His knees slide his body closer to you that was once on the other side, and now with your boyfriend only looking at you with the softest, loving gaze between his overgrown bangs, you couldn’t help but purse your lips momentarily. You couldn’t let out a question or comment but that changed in the blink of an eye when leaned in Juyeon, replacing your growing confusion with a muffled chuckle instead.

A soft groan vibrates to your lips, Juyeon complaining about how there was nothing to laugh about—not when his soft lips are between yours. A palm made its way around the back of your neck, pulling your still extensive smile against his more serious ones. Eventually, with the way that Juyeon poured his love into you, you’re determined to do the same to the only person who would only let you claim his lips. A part of his blue and white sweater is now captured in your fist but it did nothing to your heartbeat which starts to pick up whenever Juyeon pulls away to adjust his lip’s position on yours.

The subtle nose nudges only served your fingers to trail up his arm that held you close, tracing along the vein that started near his elbows and ran his wrist near your pulse on the side of your neck. Now, with the way that your thumb brushes softly on his soft skin, Juyeon could melt further into you, leaning in further to deepen his presence to you. Whenever he pulled back, you would be the one chasing after him pulling on his sweater, wanting to indulge in his loving space even more.

“Who’s the clingy one now?” That lands him a shy hit to his chest that only made him let out a weightless chuckle in the air. “The love of my life and the only one for me,” he whispers sweet nothings as your foreheads kiss each other, a sweet gaze grazing upon your facial features. “I love you, bubs.”

So maybe you weren't hypnotised at all that day. Maybe, the universe didn't hate you after all. Maybe, this was all meant to happen even though you did go through some stress when the sequential events happened.

“I love you more.”

But at least, the universe gave you a free coffee.

Two, you really did meet an angel named Lee Juyeon.

And three, just like how he holds the day when you confess to him that you love him back, you repeat the words that he said to you at the start of all your lovely days, “Every day is a lovely day when you're in my life.”

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 21 days

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hey! saw you had a post asking for requests and I had an idea.

can you please write a Vox x Reader thing where Vox is feeling insecure due to either Alastor or Valentino and reader comforts him & reassures him that he's good enough? maybe with cuddles at the end?

thank you! love your writing so much btw :)

- someone who is also an intense Vox simp

Upgrades (Insecure!Vox x Reader)

Thank you! I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it! I had an idea and kinda ran with it, so it may be a bit different than expected. Feel free to request again, especially if this wasn’t what you were looking for!

It’s all about image.

Vox is a loud, confident man. Everyone knows that much. He’s outgoing, social, charismatic.. He’s not afraid to stifle a rumor at a moments notice. He has no qualms about taking out the trash when necessary- and in business, it was often necessary.

“-is nothing working?”

“ignore his chirping!”

Business is all about image. It comes with its pros and cons, its rises and falls. A little risk is a natural part of it. You've got to have some skin in the game if you want to win. Business was all about the ups and downs. Sometimes it seemed as though it was an endless path down, to Vox

“Everyday he's got a new format!”

Vox is a man of change. Keeping up with the latest trends and slang. He’s not afraid to make sacrifices- it’s all apart of business, after all. He’s always looking for a new upgrade.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Voxy… just another lap dog, aren’t you?”

Vox is loud— attention seeking

Vox takes risk— he’s got nothing to lose

Vox is a man of change— eager to please the masses

Vox is… insecure

It’s all about image.

When Vox summoned me to his office, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. As his assistant, I had grown accustomed to his mood swings and occasional bouts of self-doubt, but something about this felt different, more intense.

The tension in the air was palpable as I made my way down the dimly lit corridor toward Vox’s office. I could sense his unease from the moment I entered the room, his usual air of confidence replaced by an aura of vulnerability.

“Vox?” I asked, stepping into his office. I gently closed the door behind me and walked over to him.

“Ah! There you are, darling,” Vox said, spinning around in his chair to face me. He wore a wide grin, cables stretched from all around the room to the back of his head. “I need your help with a few upgrades. Hand me that tablet, would you?”

“Vox,” I began softly, crossing the room to stand beside him. I gave him the tablet but didn’t leave. “Are you alright?”

“I, uh..” Vox faltered for a moment. His normally vibrant eyes were dull with self-doubt, and I could see the weight of his insecurities pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He took the tablet, his expression a mask of determination as he worked on those ‘upgrades’. But the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow betrayed the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

"I've been thinking," Vox began, his voice hesitant. "About what they said. About me being too eager to please, too willing to change myself for others."

My heart sank at the vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion that he rarely showed to anyone. It was a side of Vox that few were privileged to see, and it filled me with a sense of urgency to help him.

"I understand why you might feel that way, Vox," I said softly, moving closer to him. "But you don't need to change who you are to please others. You're perfect just the way you are."

My heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, the weight of his insecurities threatening to crush him. “Vox, you’re perfect just the way you are,” I said again, trying to get it through to him, my voice firm with conviction. “You don’t need to change for anyone else.”

He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I thought if I could just get rid of these flaws, these annoying feelings, I’d be better. But I don’t know… I just- I need some upgrades, and I’ll be right as rain!”

I reached out to him, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. “Vox, you don’t need to change who you are to please others,” I insisted, my voice unwavering. “You’re already perfect in my eyes.”

For a moment, Vox seemed to waver, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, with a soft sigh, he leaned into my touch, his walls crumbling in the face of my unwavering support.

He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, reaching out to take his hand in mine. "I do, Vox. You're brilliant, talented, and incredibly charismatic. You tell the best jokes, you have always have shark facts! I love you shark facts. You don't need to change a single thing about yourself."

For a moment, Vox seemed lost in thought, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. But then, with a shaky exhale, he leaned into my touch, his shoulders relaxing as he allowed himself to be vulnerable.

"I just... I don't want to be seen as weak," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

"You're not weak, Vox," I assured him, squeezing his hand gently. "You're strong, resilient, and capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. And I'll be here to support you every step of the way."

With those words, a small smile tugged at the corners of Vox's lips. And in that moment, as we sat together in the quiet comfort of his office, I saw him cry for the first time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, wiping away his tears, his voice barely audible. "I just... I don't know… I’m sorry..."

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace. "It's okay," I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I love you.”

And as we sat there together, enveloped in the warmth of each other's embrace, I knew that no amount of insecurities could ever change the depth of my love for Vox. I held him close, rubbing his back. I gave him soft kisses and whispered reassurances, keeping my arms wrapped around him all the same. I wanted him to know that I loved him, flaws and all.

“Thank you, I…. I needed that. Thank you,” Vox mumbled, his face buried against me. He held me tighter. “I love you too.”

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azlrse · 2 years

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➳ even from afar, i still loved you (mammon x GN!reader oneshot)

summary: even after years has passed since you left the devildom, the avatar of greed's feelings for you still retains

cw: major angst, smol game spoiler, verbal abuse (from the brothers), replaced!mc and student council president!mc au

a/n: the fic was almost self-indulgent so the plot kinda sucked here. also, i'm fuckin' sad so imma post sum angst to ease the pain :DD

"I would like to thank everyone for coming for this short meeting regarding to the decision making of the exchange program." You sternly spoke, taking a seat at the comfortable rotating chair that overlooks all of your student council members. "I humbly apologize if the call was too all of the sudden and I know that all of you have after school clubs to attend to."

"It's okay, pres." Your secretary smiled "We understand your call, knowing on how serious this manner was. After all, the decision of the said student rely on us if they can join that so-called exchange." Most of the student body noticed on how you gave the folder on the table a sharp glare as if they were real. Maria, your right hand man, placed a hand on your shoulder to ease you up a bit. "I know how hard it is for you to remember all those horrible things those demons did to you. We can make this decision together. I promise to you, my friend." She smiled and you couldn't get luckier to have a friend like her.

She's one of the students who welcomed you back after you just arrived back at the human world and enrolled back at St. Cecilia's Academy. Maria also listened to your rants and vents through your tear while you sobbed and cried from the events that left you traumatized and paranoid. "Thanks Maria. That's highly appreciated." She only nodded in response.

You stood up from your seat and began pacing back and forth, now continuing the meeting. "Now, has everyone here knew the school I've attended when I participated the exchange years ago?" Most of them shook their heads (except for Maria), indicating that they don't know which school you've attended from all those years ago. The school which you thought became your happy place but became a breeding ground for the bullies themselves, especially when the group was led by none other than that pesky human whom the brothers call their new friend.

You remember how many times you told the brothers about them and how the bullying got even worse and what did they do? They just shrugged it off as they listened to the other human's words through their crocodile tears. How they smirked when the brothers thought that you tried to pin point the fault towards them because they thought you are insecure about yourself but in reality, you just want someone to at least listen to your words and even taking a look at your point of view.

"It's called the Royal Academy of Diavolo, also simply known as RAD to the citizens of the Devildom. That's where our student will go if we approve this form." You said, pointing towards the folder that was sitting on the top of the table since the meeting had started. The present students nodded their heads out of curiosity to this strange school their president had attended and many questions are asked here and there; what's the curriculum look like? The uniforms? The safety measures? Do the students there tend to eat the human exchange humans?

And you answered those questions in all honesty, wether it was bad or good. You saw the expressions of the student body morphed from disturbed to being upset on how you are treated there. "So, in my personal opinion," You finally made up your mind for the decision of this exchange program. "I won't allow any of our students to be in the program. Not only I don't want them to feel what I feel, even experiencing the horrors in the Devildom but also for their own safety."

The whole room became silent after you finished talking and soon after, many of them gave out their own opinions. To your satisfaction, many of the students also declined the program. "I agree with the president, everyone. " Your business manager spoke while giving the folder back to you. "We must ensure that our students safety is our number 1 priority and we couldn't risk it, let alone on what happened to our own president."

"Then it is decided." Maria took the paper on your hands and stamped it with the "DECLINE" stamp over your signature. All of you declined the program and now, you must break the news to them, both to the brothers and to the demon prince himself.

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It's been a few years since Mammon last saw you during your time as an exchange student in RAD. From what you thought that the House of Lamentation was your second home, it turned into a nightmare real quick. All because of that human who joined the program, a curriculum the crowned prince has established. A few months of abuse, neglect and sadness is all you felt until you felt like you didn't have place here anymore, not just in the house itself but also in the entire Devildom.

You loved Mammon since the beginning; a greedy and selfish demon whose mind was consumed with gold and trinkets of fortune. His brothers also deemed him as a scummy bastard who goes through several punishments due to his misdemeanor and financial abuse. He was your first man and thought that he could have the potential for him to be your first serious relationship. Before the ordeal happened that temporarily left you shattered, you and the prince of greed used to be the closest of friends. Him protecting you from lowly demons and buying you the things that reminds you of him. He does spoil you to bits and behind that greedy mask he always had, that particular mask always falls apart when you're with him, revealing a man whose heart was the definition of heart of gold.

The more you hang around him, the more you see yourself falling for him. How come a human like yourself fell in love for the second-born himself? You have no idea but all you felt for the demon was this warm feeling of adoration and love for him.

But it didn't last long as soon as the wretched human of a student joined the program.

And as soon as Mammon knew that this new human was rich, he didn't waste his time to hang around them and you tried your best to be around him often. You wanted to invite him to this new cafe that was recently opened? He has plans with them. Hanging around his room to talk to him? He was on his way to their room to talk about money and some other bullshit. At first, you started to give him some space. Thinking that he just needs some more time hanging out with the new student but it didn't last long as a few months passed by and his brothers followed pursuit. He didn't spoke a word towards you nor inviting you to activities he normally does with you.

And it felt like you are alone for a long time.

You tried reconnecting with him (and to his brothers) but all he always let out a small grunt of annoyance whenever you 'mess' with him, telling you to just go away and leave him alone for once. At first, you just shrug it off, thinking to yourself that your presence becomes too much for him to the point that you became an annoyance towards him but no, Mammon does think that you just became an nuisance and an annoyance, not just towards him but also to his brothers.

They favored the new student than you, a human that they once befriended and loved who fixed their family and heal their inner trauma through your words of reassurance and kindness.

The loneliness became suffocating and the weight on your shoulders felt like it's the same weight that made you fell deeper into the depths of the deep ocean full of agony and anger. If you're honest with yourself, you loved Mammon with all your heart and your once soft and warm heart shattered when he finally snapped as soon as you pester him on inviting him to join his casino shenanigans.

"I already told you, I already have plans with (s/n)! Why can't you just leave me alone and just mind your own damn business!? Sheesh your such an annoyance.."

"But Mammoney, it's been 4 months since we've last hang out... All I ask of you is a bit of your time and–"

"And then what?! Pester me with your lil' talk and then scold me whenever I did something that could annoy you? And, can you please stop calling me by that name? It's REALLY annoying to call me by that stupid name..."

"Mammon-"

"JUST SHUT UP, WILL YA?!!"

And those 5 words made you quickly shut your mouth. You stopped yourself from crying on the spot as you stare the demon stomping his way to (s/n)'s room to vent (again) about you. Those words cut through you like knives. You couldn't believe it. The demon whom you loved so much, the one who protected you since the start of your life as an exchange student and the first demon whom you lend a hand, just told you to shut your mouth and to leave him alone.

As soon as his figure leaves the hallway, you quickly ran towards your room, locked the door and muffled your cries and sobs by your pillow. The once soft and comfortable pillow was now covered with snot, saliva and tears as you continuously cried and cried from the pain and anguish you felt for months. You felt lonely, and there's no one in the HoL would even check on your well-being, to see if you're okay and to have a shoulder to lean on whenever you're down and sad.

Without hesitation, you quickly formulated a plan for you to go home to the human world. The Devildom nor the House of Lamentation isn't your home anymore, it's now the place that haunted and accumulated your inner trauma of abandonment and loneliness. It also breaks your heart that HE didn't even bothered to say good bye to you as the new exchange student smirked in victory.

Mammon on the other hand, stared back at you with an emotionless expression as you make your way to the entrance hall. His lack of words and his expression formulated a new kind of anger that was kept within your head; anger and wrath. Your once pathetic expression turned hard and ominous, staring back towards the demon, which in fact, sends shivers down his spine.

Now, years after you're elected as the new head of the student council, you felt nothing but power and ambition in your current position. After years of pain and anguish towards that horrible place, those feelings (especially your anger towards Mammon) has transformed into the emotions that brought you into power. As the current student council president of St. Cecilia's Academy, you are presented with the power wether you allow 2 of your students to partake the program or not.

For the first time, the brothers saw you in a really unique uniform that speaks out your current position and to top it all off, you sent a glare towards the 7 brothers, remembering all the pain and trauma they gave you since the last 5 years. The memories that haunted you as an exchange student came back like a video tape was playing on your head. You feared that if you sent 2 of your students to the Devildom, they would go the same fate as you or worse, being killed by the 7th born demon.

You declined their proposal, causing an uproar but quickly transitioned into pleas for forgiveness for what they've done.

"If it's because of me, I'm sorry! I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you! Don't place the blame on my brothers, you can take it all towards me! Hit me, slap me, hurt me! Do whatever it takes for me to feel the same pain we gave to you." Mammon said, his hands making its way to your waist. You turn to your side and quickly wiped off the test that was threatening to come out from your eye. Your hand quickly released his gripped but he didn't budge, not even one bit.

"A person can forgive someone but they couldn't forget the things that they went through in order to survive." You turn to face the 7 brothers who were once your family, but your ties towards them was cut off as soon as you left the devildom. "I'm sorry, I don't want my students to go through the same path I experienced 5 years ago. And with that, I don't think there's a chance for me to forgive all of you, especially you Mammon." He only stared at you in disbelief, tears beginning to appear on his face. You pushed his arms away from you, causing him to tumble down as Levi and Satan helped him to get back on his feet.

You dusted off the wrinkled parts of your uniform, standing up proudly and internally smirking as the faces of these powerless demons became a new core memory for you. "Now will you excuse me, I still have some important matters to attend to. You may leave my office if you don't have any clarifications."

One by one, the brothers apologized as they make their way out. You can see their tear streaking face as they muttered apologies under their breathe. All six of the brothers are outside except for one; the avatar of greed himself. He stopped dead on his tracks and his hands are holding your cold dead hands. You can see on how upset and guilty he was from his expression alone. "Can't you reconsider? You don't have to accept my apology, sweetheart. I promise you I'll treat you even better when I-"

You raised a hand in front of his face, causing him to shut up. "I can't and I won't change my mind, avatar of greed. And It's president (m/c) for you, not by that stupid nickname." He winced from your words, the same words that he's spoken to you. He didn't mean it! He was just angry and was just in a bad mood due to the unfortunate events happened to him. He didn't mean to speak those words towards you. If he has the ability to turn back time, he could have accepted your invitations instead of ignoring you.

He walked away in defeat, his head laying low as he continuously stare into the cold tile of your office.

Many months passed by and he still didn't forget about you. Everyday, he would pester his older brother or the Devildom prince for him to visit you in the human world. He just wants to see you if you're doing okay and doesn't miss a day as small gifts and flowers are slowly piling up by your office. From what you've heard from your student body, some of those gifts came from your admire while the others are from the children that attended the school. 'That's really sweet' you thought, recieving another box of chocolates for the day and unbeknownst to you, the avatar of greed is watching you as a sad smile was plastered on his face.

How he wished that smile was given to him and not towards that kid who admired you (platonically). You didn't know that the box of chocolates didn't actually came from the young student but from him. He's glad that you didn't reject the gifts you recieved but was very upset when you threw away the bouquet of flowers that has his name on it.

Mammon has his little ways when it comes to protecting you. It's either him or his crow familiars watching over you and celebrating every achievements you recieved from both your academics and in your extracurricular activities, no matter how big or small it was.

You may hated him with all your heart but the love and guilt the prince of greed says other wise. Yes, he feels very guilty and was angry to himself and to his brothers that they're the cause of your downfall, only for you to get back by your feet. He wants the old you back; the once kind, gentle, goofy and forever loving (m/c) who filled in the missing gap of his heart, only for the hole to grew even wider the more he thinks about you.

He will wait for the day that you'll return to his arms.

He will wait patiently for you and learns how to save his grim instead of spending it.

He will wait, even if it takes an eternity for you to forgive him and his brothers.

Even if you forget about him, his brothers and the entire Devildom, the prince of greed will always have you within his heart, now awaits for your safe return in his arms.

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scribblestatic · 21 days

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I hope y'all had a good 4/20. Anyway, here's more Sheepzun.

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Finding his way out of the caves was much easier than going in. The flow of qi seemed easier for him to discern, and his senses were stronger. How curious! He was sure he'd be able to sense predators much easier now.

He cloaked himself in his qi and snuck out the caves, ensuring no one was looking at or for him. This time around, it seemed he had enough qi to do so easier than before, not feeling any pull or strain on his meridians.

He was a right chuffed lad, all things considered!

Shen Yuan made his way back to Qing Jing Peak without much of an issue. Disciples didn't seem to sense his hiding. Those with stronger cultivation did seem to look around, a tad unsettled if anything, but overall, none of them saw through his illusion.

It also helped that he was a prey animal who preferred to not leave things up to risk or chance when being careful was a perfectly reasonable option.

As he travelled, he noticed that the season seemed a little different. A tad on the warmer side than he last remembered. He had entered a few days after spring began, and the flowers he remembered were supposed to bloom seemed to already be at the end of its blooming cycle...

Was it the end of spring? Goodness, time flew!!

Thankfully, not an excessive amount of time passed since, upon making his way out of the forest near the woodshed, Luo Binghe didn't look too much taller. Yes, at the very least, only a few days or weeks had passed.

Hearing Shen Yuan's purposeful rustling, Luo Binghe's slightly pointy ears almost seemed to twitch. Then, he turned around quickly, eyes wide and swiftly becoming watery with unshed tears.

"Shizun!!"

Shen Yuan huffed, amused as the boy, sticky as ever, ran up to him and immediately hugged him around the neck.

"Shizun! Shizun, you came back! Shizun!!"

'Who do you keep calling out for, ah? I'm right here,' Shen Yuan thought.

Luo Binghe went still.

"...Shizun?"

'Yes?'

The boy suddenly let go of him and leaned back, staring right into his eyes. Then, slowly, like the flowers he missed bloom at the start of spring, Luo Binghe's smile spread across his face in a vibrant flourish.

"Shizun!! Shizun, you can talk now?!"

Shen Yuan paused, blinking.

'...You can hear what this one is...saying.'

"Yes, I can! I can finally understand you, Shizun! Has my cultivation gotten better? Is... Is this because of what you taught me?"

I don't know, what the heck?! This is scary!!

So, if he was actually thinking as though he was speaking to Luo Binghe, then the boy would actually hear it? After all, he wasn't responding to his thoughts now. Was this because he taught a spirit creature's Dao to a human that he became Dr. Dolittle? That's an entire genre change!

...Whatever that was supposed to mean! Who even was Dr. Dolittle?!

'...Indeed, it seems likely. However, this one admits that this is the first time he's taught this Dao to a human,' Shen Yuan replies, his mind in utter disarray and panic. 'As much as you are a student, this ram is still learning himself.'

There's no precedent for this! I'm sorry, Binghe! This ram is only about a year old!

Luo Binghe looked as though the meaning of the Dao was explained to him in elementary terms, as though he made a huge mental breakthrough with his words alone.

"I see... Thanking Shizun for his knowledge and education all this time!"

He bowed so respectfully, Shen Yuan immediately felt like a terrible saber-toothed wolf dressed up like a newly born spirit lamb to prey on the little human's trust.

But, well, he was at least somewhat honest just now. He really was also a student in all of this.

'This ram thanks you as well. Even through our language barrier, you've been an exemplary student. Now that we can understand each other more freely, we can further improve your cultivation.'

"Yes, Shizun! I'm looking forward to it!"

Shit.

[More under the cut, this one just got kinda long]

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Okay, so, it wasn't all that bad.

One, it really was much easier to speak with Bing-lamb, and the boy seemed to flourish further under his his verbal guidance. He didn't really have to say much, though. Whatever Luo Binghe lacked in prowess, he was steadily making up for it in motivation.

All Shen Yuan had to do was correct him a little here and there based on whatever kind of strange animal instinct he had that said,

'This stance is a little off. Keep you knees elastic. Firm, but ready.'

'You must connect with your surroundings and hone to your senses. Humans, as predators, rely strongly on their eyes. But you must learn to use your nose, ears, and touch as well.'

"What about taste, Shizun?"

'There are some things a mouth shouldn't touch. We can build up to that as you learn more.'

Though, perhaps he asked such questions because Shen Yuan occasionally found himself chewing on Luo Binghe's clothes. It was more affectionate grooming for the boy than anything, honestly. But he was also a prey creature rather than a human, so it could be excused as such.

Two, after Luo Binghe's lessons with the human instructors, Luo Binghe would sometimes ask him for questions and clarification as he did the pile of chores constantly assigned to him. What was with all these duties, anyway? Weren't all of the disciples supposed to do these things? They were working too hard on purpose, but why?

Anyway, despite not being a human, it turned out Shen Yuan could read quite well. He wasn't sure where he'd learned such a skill, but it was nice to see it be useful. So, because Luo Binghe's questions never got answered in class, as the boy's Shizun, he took it upon himself to do his best to help.

It meant he sometimes had to get a bit creative with how he explained things, but he was doing well enough, it seemed.

Of course, there were limits to what he could do.

As a ram, teaching the four arts was mostly out of the question. Give him some paints and he could maybe bang something out on a canvas, but he had no guarantee it would look like anything useful or recognizable. Same for a guqin or calligraphy.

Go...well, if the pieces and board were big enough, maybe. But anyway, he had his limitations. Not that Luo Binghe seemed to see any of them. With the way Shen Yuan loafed and Luo Binghe sat in front of him, his workbook open, one would think he'd hung the moon.

It was...admittedly very nice to be so appreciated.

Also, getting petted. He'd stopped for a bit after they first spoke, but Luo Binghe did it by accident again later. When Shen Yuan stayed quiet without scolding the action and slightly shifting his head closer, well, he got the picture.

And snacks. Luo Binghe didn't have access to a full kitchen for reasons he didn't understand, but Shen Yuan just knew. The day he had kitchen privileges, it was over for Qing Jing Peak. They'd become Qing Jing Restaurant or something.

Although he still had to be careful, he found he was actually starting to enjoy living the way he was now. He didn't feel the need to look over his shoulder as often, Prey and predator, bridging the gap, huh? What a lovely story.

As Luo Binghe improved, keeping his sheep shizun a secret, several more months passed. Spring turned into summer, into fall, into winter, into spring, into the touches of summer heat once more.

Over that year, Luo Binghe grew taller and broader. His shoulders were starting to fill out, his hands and feet better sized for his body. From his experience working with his shizun's hair-like wool, he learned how to take care of his own hair better, the curls becoming shinier and tamable, no longer as difficult to pull into a ponytail. He also learned all the little nooks and crannies of Qing Jing Peak after going foraging with his shizun, and the mountain climbing and hunting he'd done for himself.

He'd thought his shizun would be against him hunting the birds and other creatures on and around the peak, but though he never partook himself, he was ambivalent.

'You are human. Even sheep eat meat when necessary. For you, it's even more so. This ram shan't fault his student for doing the best for himself.'

And so, with his own hunting skills built up, despite still living and sleeping in the wood shed and lacking some of the more artistic prowess of his sect siblings, he's grown considerably in strength, speed, and build. As he sometimes heard his shizun murmur, 'Born to Bai Zhan, raised to Qing Jing, manages both.'

Meanwhile, Shizun himself...

Luo Binghe had visited Xin Ya Peak before, alongside some of his sect siblings. He'd seen what spirit sheep normally looked like--fluffy, with slightly curved horns, and a nice sheen to their wool. Not particularly tall--mostly reaching around their knees or thighs.

Shizun, however, drew much more regal of a figure. His wool was less fluffy but somehow even softer. He was taller, too, reaching up to the bottom of Luo Binghe's chest. His horns had grown out considerably, to the point they were curling outward. Unlike his farmed comrades, Shizun was exceptionally fastidious. Though, it likely helped he was not locked into a barn or kept around mud. So, he was not only impeccably clean, but he kept a long, undocked tail that swayed behind him with his steps.

He kept his wool a beautiful shade of ivory white. The only discolorations were the slightly green tones that occasionally hung onto his stomach and legs from loafing on the grasses around the bamboo forest and the ever-present blood red huadian on his forehead. Moreover, after Shizun had returned from wherever he'd gone, his eyes had changed. Irises that were once a striking brown had become a soothing blue-green color, much like the peak colors of Qing Jing.

Perhaps spirit animals needed less effort to attain godhood. Luo Binghe could believe it. After all, his shizun appeared like a god nowadays.

'Binghe' he'd hear, his soft and elegant voice calling out to him in the dewy mornings.

He would look up to see his shizun returning from some place he'd found his wild breakfast, leaving him to sleep longer because, as the ram said, he was a growing boy and needed it more.

The sun would peek out at just the right time to shine on his arrival, making him look ethereal, even if he was holding moss in his mouth.

'Have you eaten yet? If not, add this to your food today. It has absorbed quite a bit of yin qi. Considering your yang constitution, it will help promote more internal balance.'

Shizun places the stringy, thick moss in Luo Binghe's waiting hands.

'This is called Qiyan Root, despite not being a root at all. Strain and boil it twice for the best effect. You can also dry some of it for medicinal use. It should taste quite nice in an herbal tea.'

His shizun hummed in consideration as he tilted his head, long white lashes against the fur of his cheeks.

Luo Binghe couldn't help but wonder what his shizun would look like as a human. He was quite the handsome animal, much like one would compliment a horse for its strong physique and beautiful sheen. Surely he'd be a handsome human as well.

Though, wondering such a thing would have to wait. It was time for morning chores, then his lessons could begin in earnest.

It was after one such set of lessons with his other teachers, when he was chopping wood with his shizun at his side that the ram suddenly raised his head with a frown.

"Shizun?"

'...The air feels different. What do you sense?'

Having learned his cultivation mostly from a spirit animal rather than a human, Luo Binghe honed his senses and listened. Indeed, the peak seemed quiet. Too quiet, however.

"Something's not right... Shizun, I'll be back."

'Be careful, Binghe.'

The boy nodded in return before he ran off, Shen Yuan staying behind as he tried to better understand what this energy fluctuation actually was.

Eventually, curiosity and concern won out over wariness, and he concealed himself as he headed toward the rainbow bridges separating Qing Jing from the other peaks.

There, he found several demons cracking away at the bridge between Qing Jing and Qiong Ding. Several were smaller demons with tiny horns and large machetes in their spindly hands. They were accompanied by a larger, more boubous demon in a loincloth, using an axe to slice and wear away at the energies keeping the rainbow bridge connected.

A siege? But this is Cang Qiong, one of the most powerful sects! How could these demons have the gall?!

Shen Yuan wasn't aware of the politics that came with running a peak, so, of course, he was unaware of the peak lord's absence. Several lords were away--more than honestly permissible--leaving the little lamb-like disciples without their guard dogs. Though, judging from the coordinated actions of the demons, the little troupe he was looking at was the least of his worries.

Binghe!!

If he was running this way, then surely he would've encountered the demons! But he could smell no blood or anything from his student. Perhaps he already passed through before they arrived. After all, behind the troupe, he could see several groups of demons destroying the bridges and leaving the peaks isolated...

No, not all the peaks. Qiong Ding.

Something about this scenario struck him as...oddly familiar.

But he shoved that thought aside. Now wasn't the time for excessive questioning! His student was in danger!

As much as he liked to believe he prepared Luo Binghe for combat in some meaningful way, he would never overestimate his teaching abilities. He's a ram for fucks sake, how could he be much better than human teachers and their opposable thumbs?!

Not letting up his concealing qi, he began running across the bridge, heading straight for the small crowd of demons.

Though they couldn't see him, his weight and trotting seemed to alert them as they turned his way. Cruel smirks spread on the imps' faces as they raised their weapons and prepared to strike.

Deciding not to conceal himself anymore, he instead focused his qi on his attack, suddenly appearing before them. For some reason, they seemed surprised despite already preparing to attack him.

His qi-filled horns collided with one of their machetes, causing it to crack and shatter. Milliseconds later, the same cracking and shattering came from the imp's ribs.

Gritting his teeth, he flung his head to the right, throwing several of the imps off the cracking bridge. But he still had some momentum and wasn't done yet.

Facing the bulbous demon and its large axe, he charged up as much as he could, enough that his horns began to glow dimly.

The demon bellowed as it swung the axe, intending to split his skull. But Shen Yuan was faster.

Putting more force in his back legs, he jumped forward, tucking his front legs close to his body. His curved horns rammed against the demon's chest, the bones giving way under it. It let out a choke, then it spit up blood as the wind moved around them.

When the demon fell back, Shen Yuan blinked, realizing he was going butt up.

With a surprised bleat, his legs stretched out as the momentum had him flopping on his back above the demon's head. At least it was on solid ground! Dirt, even!

He wiggled, then quickly got himself up, shaking the dust off his head. Reorienting himself, he realized he was on Qiong Ding Peak. Huh... He didn't think the demon was so close to the land there, but maybe he miscalculated.

Anyway, Binghe!

Worried about his student, he quickly ran off to find where he was, concealing himself behind a cloak of qi once more.

Of course, Shen Yuan missed several things.

For one, the imps and demons had not noticed him at all. What they had noticed were several Qing Jing disciples arriving with their swords drawn.

Secondly, the machetes and axes the demons held were not supposed to crack so easily to a ram's horns. They were made with reinforced metals to be sturdy. A regular spirit sheep would've long lost its horns and skull to them.

Thirdly, the largest demon on the bridge had indeed been standing further away from Qiong Ding Peak, and Shen Yuan hadn't miscalculated. He just didn't realize that his body, weighing over 160 kg (352.7 lbs) plus the force of his qi-powered forward thrust was, even by physics standards, enough to blow a large demon backwards by several meters and shatter their collarbone on impact.

He'd turned his body into a literal battering ram.

Lastly, the Qing Jing disciples, whom the demons actually saw and prepared to fight, were able to witness the entire event, and were now staring, wide-eyed, at the large, mystical, disappearing sheep.

...But those were concerns for the future Shen Yuan.

#sheepzun au #svsss #svsss au #static drabbles #au post 4 #static writes #shen yuan does a whoops #he's got binghe on the brain he can't help it

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jules-hadalittlelamb · 1 year

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So Much For You

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Resume: Eddie has been uncomfortable with the amount of PDA he would get from Y/N, and things go south when she gets extra needy out of nowhere.

Word Count: 1891

Warnings: angst, a bit of language, miscommunication, mean Eddie, SFW

A/N: English is not my first language and this is my first fic, so I would be thankful for constrictive critics. This was also published on Wattpad, so if you saw it there, it's probably me :) (@/makeitrhyme)

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Eddie meet Y/N when she got in her first year of high school, he saw the quiet girl entering the cafeteria and proceeding to sit alone and couldn't have any of that. He was her first friend in Hawkins High and introduced her to all of his friends.

They got along great, and that made her happy, she was new in town and didn't really knew anyone. Through the years, she got a certain popularity after getting into the cheer squad, but that didn't change her relationship with the boys. Although now she knew a lot o people, she stuck to her first friends group. Later, her list of friends expanded to Steve, Robin, Jonathan and Nancy, after getting got up in the Upside Down mess in the summer she worked on Scoop's Ahoy.

Y/N pinned over Eddie since day one, but never made the move, she thought that he was intimidating with that blatant honesty of his. They only became a couple a few months after Y/N and her former girlfriend broke up.

Eddie didn't realize his feelings until he was burning with rage and jealousy seeing her being someone else's. When she and Layla broke up, he took some time to pic up her pieces like the good friend he was, but the minute he felt she could be open to love again, he tried his shoot.

And it did pay off. Now, they're we're just four months away from graduating together and have been in a relationship for six months.

Eddie wasn't really good at expressing or even understanding his own feelings, between the lack of love of his parents, and the cruel treatment he would get outside his trailer, there wasn't a way of understanding what affection means, how it shows itself, how to take it, and mostly, how to give it back.

Wayne was an amazing uncle, but he himself didn't have that much affection growing up and didn't know how to pass it to his nephew, this was a lesson he couldn't teach Eddie, even though he wanted it dearly.

Y/N was Hawkins resident sweetheart, everybody who knew her, loved her, and those who didn't, couldn't bring themselves to dislike her either. She was completely smitten with Eddie and did everything possible to make him as happy as she could.

Her love language is touch, she will get overwhelmed when someone she doesn't know do as much as brush her arms, but will absolutely have to be touching someone she loves anytime she could, even if it would be just touching thighs when sitting together.

Her ex always told her how tiring was to have Y/N all over her all the time, and how she was too much to deal with. So, when she fell for Eddie, she became very aware of how touchy she could be, and tried to hold that part of herself back.

Eddie, however, knew about her past relationship, and the insecurities her toxic ex have planted in her mind, most of them about the way she acts for being neurodivergent. He reassured her that he loved her for who she is, all of her, and said that she was free to be herself around him.

But now, he kinda regretted part of that. He didn't have a problem with the way she barely could maintain eye contact to save her life, or how exhausted she would be for anything after a whole day of masking the signs of her autism, or how they could never have a conversation when they were at his gigs or at parties because she couldn't handle to have any conversation with that much cacophony. But God, did he have a problem with the PDA.

The only thing he didn't know how to handle was the amount of attention she pours onto him. He feels overwhelmed, the lingering touches make his skin burn, and his mind gets foggy, leaving his thoughts a mess.

It bothers him, how he can't think straight when she's so near him, and the feeling that something is still missing leaves him restless. Eddie doesn't know how to suppress those feelings, or how to indulge to them, leaving him lost, and for so, distressed.

So when he sees her walking up to him in the hallway, a big smile on her face and arms open to hug him, he feels annoyed.

- Hi, babe - she says looking up.

- Hi, gorgeous - He replies, gently removing himself from the hug, missing the way her body deflates.

Y/N it's not oblivious about the way her boyfriend has been getting distant. The way he releases her hands way too fast when walking up to classes, or how he never saves her spot next to him in the cafeteria anymore.

They walk together in the direction of the parking lot, and she chooses to leave a small gap between them, to which Eddie leaves a small relieved sigh.

The couple had a movie night in his trailer scheduled for today, so they headed to the van, Y/N let out a sigh of her own when he doesn't open the door for her.

That night passed by uneventfully, Eddie cuddles her for the movie but that's it, the moment the movie is over, he's driving her back to her place with a small kiss on her lips.

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The day after, Y/N doesn't go to school, and that should have made Eddie worried, but deep down, he feels relieved. On the way home, he thinks about stopping by her house, check-up up on her, but decides against it, selfishly, wanting time for himself. I can call her when I get to the trailer, he thinks.

Except he forgets about it and just remembers when he sees her in the school the next day. She was upset, she didn't show up to school and it was like her boyfriend didn't even notice.

Y/N opted for not saying anything though, she didn't want to fight with Eddie, not feeling well enough for the stress that would come from it. So she just smiled and said it was okay when he lamed apologized.

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After that day, Y/N seemed to want to be clinging to Eddie all of the time. They didn't have time to see each other on the weekends because she got some college stuff to look at that month, and all the other free time she had, she was spending in Eddie's neck, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

So, when they were together in his trailer in one of the many movie nights they were having later, it all comes crashing down.

It started when she brought up plans for the next weekend.

- So, I was thinking, the next weekend it's the only free one I'm going to have until graduation, so I planned a little time together for us, I found a really cool cabin we can go to for the weekend - she says looking at him from her spot on the couch, slightly close to him.

- More than we already do? And you didn't even ask me if I was free? Or if I wanted it? - he snaps at her, and she flinches, not expecting the outburst.

- Well, for the next few months I will have less time to be with you, I thought you would like to, don't know, do something romantic?

- In a fucking cabin!? Doing what?

- There's a lake, boats, it's more like a hotel, a bunch of cool stuff - she says pleading with her eyes, she didn't want to give up the weekend, even with his reaction. She had something important to tell him and planned the weekend to do it. She couldn't let it pass.

- Please, baby - she said getting on his lap - It will be fun, I promise.

Eddie get her out of his lap and started pacing around the room, all becoming too much.

- You can't do that!! Go around making plans without consulting me, taking all of my time! - She was petrified, and he was getting louder by the minute.

- You're always doing it, always on my neck, always on my house. Do you know how long have been since I was able to enjoy my fucking music in this trailer without you rambling around!? I feel like I'm not able to breathe with you around, always touching me! - He pauses for a minute, and she gets up from the couch, trying to get to him, but he walks away from her.

- I can't stand you all over me all the time, it's suffocating, I don't have time for myself. I don't do a fucking thing apart from being your fucking boyfriend, it's exhausting! - He screams, hands in his hair, red-faced and feeling confused, above it all, because he didn't know why he was saying half of those things.

She wanted to scream that this was bullshit, he has his deals, his gigs, his rehearsals with the band, the hellfire, but then she thought... she was in all of those. Of course, she didn't demand attention, but she was there. She thought that it was something that he appreciated, she was used to tagging along with him even when they were just friends. Hell, they have the same group of friends, nothing apart. And even though she knows that it's not her fault, they were in the same groups before they became a couple. She just couldn't help to feel like she was overstepping, becoming too much. He didn't like being my boyfriend anymore?

- Oh... - she says, quietly - I-I guess you're right... - she continues, a confused frown on her face that he wishes he could kiss until it disappears, but he remained in his place - I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't realize... - now the tears started to shine in her eyes, and Eddie´s heart squeezes. - What do you want to do? Do you wanna... break up?

At the sight of the tears streaming down her face, and the sound of her quiet voice asking if he wanted to break up, Eddie finally leaves his trance and walks up to her, holding her face in his hands.

- No, babe, that's not it, I swear to you - he says looking deeply into her eyes - I love you, I really do, it's just... - you don't like the way I love you, she completed in her mind - it's just too much, sometimes...

He regretted saying that the moment it leaves his mouth, but he can see the damage it's already done. He didn't bother to apologize, tho.

- We can work things out - she says cleaning her tears from her face, and stepping out of his hands. He feels his heart drop at the act but says nothing.

They spend the night working on how to go from there, how to take the relationship in a way they both can be comfortable, and they find it.

Eddie sleeps with her in his arms after he apologized for screaming, and feeling with weight less on his back because now things were going to be better.

They opted to cancel that weekend, and she convinces herself that he can be told the news when it becomes necessary. For now, she was going to enjoy being with him for as most as she could.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things ansgt #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n

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crepuscularious · 5 months

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mansion

another imagine inspired by a song LMOAFJSOFA

in this, miguel is a ceo of alchemax, ironic isnt it? lol, i couldnt think of anything else

also how come doja is the most problematic artist but could still manage to keep a song stuck in all of our heads?

lastly, thank you!?!?!? i was so surprised my shit is suddenly getting like 100 likes and reblogs, im kinda running out of ideas for songs but yall could req anytime. to the most sweetest fluff as well as the most sluttiest smut! <3 thank you!

ceo!miguel x fem!reader

"baby, can you call me back? i miss you. its so lonely in my mansion"

you had married a man who you hardly even known at first, no lie. you guys met through an app and it just stuck. you went through all kinds of dates and all kinds of sloppy, full of drool kisses. he later revealed to you that he was a rich man who was a ceo. apparently, he never showed his face to the public, he was some kind of lady gaga 2.0

miguel was the sweetest, yes he was protective, and gets mad easily, but he knows his limits, especially towards you. someone hurts you? off with their heads! someone said you werent good enough for him? off with their heads! you get the point

it has been a week since you last saw him, normally he would let you accompany him everywhere, whether its a personal matter or he needs to go overseas for his work. but this time, you had stayed at home

"im sorry, amor. i really want you to let you come with me. but you know how it is at work, i wont be able to spend time with you there anyways" those were the words miguel said before leaving.

now, here you are. waiting for your dear husband, patiently, a little horny, but most of all, lonely. you couldnt help but sleep with his pillow wrapped around your arms and a leg on top of it, pretending youre snuggling up to him at night.

*incoming call from: mi vida ❤️*

miguel looks down at his phone, even if he was in the middle of a very important meeting, he would stop anything for you. what if it was emergency? what if she was bored? or worse, what if she was in the mood for phone sex!?

"hello, amor? whats wrong, mi vida?" miguel asks, holding a finger up to the line of his workers sitting down, as well as the person who was presenting a presentation to him

"i miss you, when are you coming home?" you asked, an obvious pout on face

"mi corazon..." he said in a certain tone, as if he was telling you he already answered this question a thousand times and was tired of hearing your pleas of coming back home.

"im sorry, i know youre busy. i just miss you, i cant sleep at night, you know" you said

"i know, mi vida. please understand, i love you so much. ill come back as soon as possible. okay?"

this scenario happened a few times for a week. he told you he was coming back in two days, but days has passed and hes still no where to be found. not to mention the very small texts he has been sending you

you were so saddened about everything, you missed your husband, very dearly. you just wanted to cuddle and squeeze him to death

*calling: mi guapo <3*

the text on your phone said, but he doesnt answer and it goes to voicemail

"baby, can you call me back? i miss you, its so lonely in our mansion"

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title -> celos genre -> angst? + fluff in the form of reassurance & love pair -> bf!hyunjin x gn!reader plot -> jealousy consumes you when you least expect it but at least your boyfriend is there to comfort you before making irrational decisions. warnings -> jealousy ofc + one swear word words -> 1542 lowercase intended

tan bonita que amenaza

cuando calla', me da' miedo

tan fría como la nieve

cuando cae desde el cielo

cuando sales por la puerta

pienso que no vuelves nunca

y si no te agarro fuerte

siento que será mi culpa

pienso en tu mira' / rosalia

it was no secret to anyone with two eyes and common sense that hyunjin was an incredibly beautiful person. he had this aura and this finesse that was brought down by the gods themselves and sculptured just like the gorgeous man he was. he walked like he owned the place, he talked like he knew what he was saying and reassured the rest with his maneuver and his confidence. he appeared to be polite, calm and overall just incredibly handsome with his ways. it made you doubt everything you knew about yourself, not in an insecure kinda way (or maybe that's what you were trying to deny) but on a deeper level of you as a person.

what made him choose you? what made the artist choose you as his canvas, his muse, his work of art? and this is beyond the things he paints and sculptures. this is not coming from his appearance though, you were grateful he chose you, you were beyond thankful to him that he gave you a chance to love him and to get as a return the amazing significant other that he showed you he was every single day. but then you remember as you stay every single day in your apartment as you try to work from home, try to concentrate on the millions of emails you have to send that maybe he was just too much for you. maybe you weren't giving him what he needed, maybe you weren't the one & only he decided to have for the rest of his life.

he walks out that door every morning to come back exhausted and you've been nothing but understanding about it but what if... someone who had the same lifestyle as him comprehended it better? no (y/n) please don't follow those thoughts, you say to yourself but it was too late wasn't it?

how could he not?

how could he not prefer an idol? a beautiful, lovely, innocent idol...

you were beyond repairing when your head clouded you with these thoughts. there were no tears but there was a feeling like you were choking on air as you felt worthless in the presence of your boyfriend (who wasn't even here). what if he didn't like this? your jealousy, your envy, your greed, these emotions are only ugly to feel. you wanted him to yourself but at the same time you knew that would never be the case. it would be stupid to think that he would decide to stay with you when you were so selfish right? oh god the tears.

as if destiny knew you perfectly, the sound of the door shutting (as it did every morning) was now right there in your ears but it was still earlier than what you were used to. it wasn't even nighttime when you got up, grabbing the sleeve of your hoodie and wiping your tears away as soon as possible.

"jagi, i'm home! are you still working?" he asked from the living room as i was trying my best to calm down and not panic. i came out of my hiding spot (my office) and saw him there. oh god did he look splendid, i just couldn't believe my eyes again as i tried to comprehend how a person like this could be with a monster like me. a jealous, nasty monster. maybe it was an insecurity thing or maybe my head was right and all of this would only lead to our downfall in the future. just thinking about it made me freeze on the spot and then the tears were back. "wait, why are you crying? are you okay?" he got closer to me and immediately his fingertips were wiping my pathetic tears away.

"i'm fine, just... long day i guess?" i tried to come up with an excuse but i knew he could see right through me. i wasn't good at lying and he knew that, "okay fine, i'm sorry but i think we need to talk jinnie".

"i'm listening but let's sit down and no more lies okay?" he said, i could sense his tone changing and hinting worry. i knew him like the back of my hand and i guess he was preparing for what i was about to say. as i sat down next to him, all i could think about was the end for us. the end of our relationship that we worked so hard to balance between my life and his hectic & unusual one. how our dates had to be hiding either in my old apartment or in his dorms. how i got to meet his parents and they reassured me that my korean was perfect. how i experienced absolutely every emotion when he asked me to be his significant other. now it will probably be the last time that i got to call him that. "i can't hear your thoughts, you know but i can definitely sense where this is going".

"i'm sorry hyunjin, i just don't know how to even say this" i said and breathed in deep & out. i tried to look for the right words in my mind but everything was still the same old negative bullshit that i always fall for. so i went with my heart and everything that i was feeling but before i could do it...

"you want to break up with me because of my schedules right?" he said, biting his lip nervously and now what invaded me was confusion. "listen i know i don't have time, i know i'm not the best boyfriend in the world and oh god i do not deserve you at all. but i'll find a way to work it out okay? i cannot lose you for the life of me".

"jinnie what are you talking about? i would never leave you because of that" i said and i could sense relief coming through him but then the worry striked again. "or anything for that matter" i added.

"then what is it, baby? 'cause i hate seeing you like this, it breaks me already that i barely get to see you" he confessed and my heart couldn't take it when he said things like these. it was just too much to bare and i just wished i wasn't such a greedy person, i wished that i couldn't feel jealousy.

"i've been thinking a lot about you & i, it's just..." i was choking on tears again but i pulled through and said it for once & for all. "i don't feel like i deserve you, you're just so understanding, lovely and beautiful inside & out, i've been trying not to get jealous lately not of you but of the people you interact with every day".

"what do you mean?" he said, trying to understand me better.

"i just feel like you're better suited with someone who would hold a position like yours, who goes through the same path, who just simply holds that level of beauty that i don't hold" i said honestly and bitterly. i couldn't stand being so selfish when it came to him but sometimes things are better if you let the person you adore the most go.

"babe please don't break up with me, especially not because of that" he said and then i felt his hand intertwined with mine. the look in his eyes was sincere and i felt the grip on our hands tighten like we both didn't wanna let go. "the only person who is gonna suit me forever & ever is you".

"you're only saying that because you feel obligated to" i said and looked down but i could feel his other hand lift up my chin and his glassy eyes didn't lie. "jinnie please don't cry, i'm sorry..."

"i should be the one who's sorry, i haven't been here and you have been feeling this way" he said and sighed as he tried to push his tears away but it was like waterfalls, just no way to stop them now. "(y/n) i need you more than anything, i don't want someone with my lifestyle, the reason why i come home to you every night is because you're my peace. i could not imagine being with someone else 'cause i simply only see myself with you for the rest of my life. you might not be an idol, a model, an actor/actress but you're mine, my (y/n), who i love so fucking much".

i could feel him getting closer to me and closing the gap between us with a sweet kiss. it was probably the most special one we shared because it was magical, it felt so incredibly good, it didn't last long but it was just what i needed. a reassurance like that was once in a lifetime.

"i'm sorry for being like this" and then i got shut down with another kiss. "jinnie lemme talk!" i tried but it was no use.

"i'm sorry, you're just so beautiful..." he said smiling and i could feel the pink tint on my cheeks as i looked at him again and wrapped my arms around his neck. "you'll never know how much i love you..."

i could only imagine...

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz short imagines #skz angst #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #stray kids imagines #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #stray kids scenarios #skz songfics #songfics #imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #sourbinnie

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rafedaddy01 · 8 months

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@proactivetypaperson @cooper8224

A/n: okay so this seemed a little rocky in the start but I feel like I pieced it together as I went. I feel like reader has had a mental breakthrough and it’s kinda what I was going for, I hope that makes sense. Thank you for the request to make a part 2 to this, here is part 1, I tagged it for all you fellow readers to understand what this is about, thank you luvs!!!

Now it was the next day and you were still unsure how to tell Rafe you knew he’s been cheating on you. It turns out this isn’t the first time. He’s been sneaking off after work and fucking random bimbos everyday.

You thought you’d do the mature thing and have a conversation with him. So one day after work, Rafe stumbled in a little drunk and swung down on the couch next to you.

“How was your day, baby?” You casually said.

“Ugh, good. I miss you though” he said pushing up and tapping your nose. It was nauseating. who knew where those hands had been.

“Oh yeah?” You said cocking and eyebrow at him. “Listen.. we need to talk. I want to ask you something and I need you too be 100% honest with me” you said folding your hands over your chest. He sat up and quickly sobered up at your words.

“Where were you last night Rafe? And don’t lie to me” you said sternly, putting up a finger and pointing it at his face, which was now shocked at your confrontation. “What do you mean, baby? I was at work” he casually said.

“Uh uh. Don’t “baby” me. Rafe I know you’ve been cheating on me. There’s no denying it because my cousin saw you kissing some blonde bitch last night at the bar. Now. Tell. Me. The. Truth!” You gritted through your teeth.

“Okay okay okay. I’m sorry baby, it was one slip up. I promise! I don’t even know why I did it. It was stupid. I love you, baby, and only you. Please forgive me” he said squatting down on his knees in front of you now.

You rolled your eyes at his patheticness. It was all lies. You’ve heard it before.

“No Rafe. You’re not sorry, and this is not the first time” you said huffing a breath out. His eyes turned sad as he realized where this was going. Not that you cared, you’ve been wanting to dump his ass for a while now.

To be honest Rafe had some serious psychotic issues, like seriously mentally fucked. He would lose his temper a lot!

“Baby, baby. Baby please! Please don’t do this! I-I-I promise I’ll change, please! I can’t lose you! Okay? I’ll- I’ll cancel for tonight, I’ll tell every girl it’s off, I’m done!” He graveled with you.

You scoffed and a tiny laugh escaped you. “Are you fucking serious? Your gonna cancel your plans to bone another girl tonight to make it up to your girlfriend. Really fucking pathetic, Rafe.” You said pushing him off your thighs and rushing upstairs. “I’m done Rafe! Me and you were through, I’m packing my shit and leaving” you shouted at the top.

He quickly rushed after you. “No no no, baby! Please don’t do this!” There was tears streaming down his face by now. You shook your head and laughed to yourself. “You know..” you smacked your lips and proceeded

“I could have easily set your precious car on fire or stabbed you with that fucking knife last night when I found out, but I didn’t. I handled this the mature way. And that, Rafe, is why me and you will never, every, not a chance in hell, be together again. You’ve grew up all your life with everything handed to you and you expect everything from everybody and everyone, but no, no no no! Not me! I’m done!” You said shouting and slamming your suitcase shit and heading for the door.

“Move out of the way Rafe!” You said as he blocked your exit. “No, not until you forgive me” he said bending to his knees and wrapping his muscular arms around your legs “please, y/n, I need you” “what you need Rafe, is some pussy. Now get off me! Call one of your skanks to come comfort you” you pushed him off you and raced down the stairs. “Baby please” he wailed like a little baby who just got abandoned by his mother, and that was music to your hears and you were happy to have had that be the last thing you heard as you stormed out of the house and left, for good.

Rafe Cameron was dead to you. But that didn’t stop him from trying to get in contact with you.

Every night and every day your phone blew up with messages about how he was sorry and for you to pick up and then some unstable behavior on his part telling you to fuck off snd then back to sweet old Rafe telling you how much he missed you and loved you.

All shit you’ve heard before. You snapped your phone in half and disposed of it. You changed your number and disappeared, never to be found by the infamous Rafe motherfucking Cameron.

That didn’t stop him though, you heard all over town how he was trying to find you, going door to door seeking you. Too bad he didn’t think to look at the most simple lest place ever, his best friends house

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe x y/n #rafe outer banks #outerbanks rafe

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jackseverywhere · 4 months

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Wanna know one of my hc for Johnny Fiama that is also kinda crack ship ?

I thought about that months ago lol I think it came up because at that time Johnny and Lips were my beloveds and it would be fun to show that at some point they tried to have something but it was so catastrophic that they didn’t go past the two dates.

Around 2005 Johnny wanted to formally come out to the media as Bi. So walking around some bars he met Lips, playing solo on stage, y´ know, because in those years he was apart from the band. Johnny asked him for a duet, bought him drinks and offered to accompany him to his apartment, holding hands.

And seem idyllic… but it was only in theory! Despite having many things in common, Johnny and Lips didn’t have any chemistry. Mainly because Johnny was more focused on attracting some paparazzi than on his date. And on Lips' part because he agree to accompany the man because, deep inside, his calm voice and bearing of Frank Sinatra slightly reminded him of Zoot, finding that in fact, they are nothing alike.

To Johnny’s fortune, a paparazzi saw them just as they left the bar, making sure to squeeze Lips' hand, a little too hard and smile at the camera. Now, Lips doesn't mind being seen holding hands with Johnny Fiama, let alone with a man, but someone putting a camera with a flash straight in his face, naturally.

Well, if the date was so terrible, why did they go out again? Easy, once Johnny got the exclusive he wanted, he went back to being the flirty man we know, so Lips decided to give them another chance.

Somehow the second date was worse! They met in Johnny’s apartment and every topic they decided to talk about just made their differences more obvious for the worse, making everything uncomfortable. Stuff like:

They said goodbye that day, with the silent promise of never seeing each other again. Although I find it funny to think that Johnny actually refers to Lips as his ex, even though they only had two dates. Because Lips is a beauty and it’s always cool to have such an attractive ex.

But they met again 16 years later, during the filming of The Muppets Haunted Mansion.

Both were surprised to see the other on the set, as they never actually knew that the two were part of The Muppets; Lips, because during the time he was away from the band he decided not to know anything about The Muppets and Johnny…simply because he is distracted.

So Johnny decided to say hi to Lips, friendly:

But hey, some things changed at Lips… he came back with the band!

And yes, The Electric Mayhem and Johnny Fiama already knew each other, they worked together on several Muppet projects. Even so, Johnny never knew that Lips was part of the band.

During the breaks both talked a lot about many things, so Johnny found out that Lips already had a relationship with someone in the band, getting a ¨yes¨ to each member when he ask who it was. Their conversation flowed great this time, even Johnny was somewhat disappointed that Lips already had a relationship (or so he thought, he didn’t quite understand).

But Lips and the band invited him to hang out with them, even after the recording. Lips and Johnny agreed to call themselves ex´s to the media, only to generate gossip.

...And Sal? Hahahaha WELL! Sal was there all the time and always knew Johnny’s intentions. Sal looked after him in the distance always, he wasn’t going to let Johnny walk alone at night on unknown streets! also Johnny and Sal live together, he could hear through the walls that awkward date. Although he is the first to mock the fleeting infatuation of his best friend, he accompany him during the duel, even buy him ice cream.

And that is all! I thought about this months ago and the memory came to me because someone asked about hc of Johnny, a post that I plan to do later, but I wanted to expand on this silly point separately. Thanks if you read so far, you just read a long crackship fanfiction xd

#MJH: Muppet Jack Headcanon #johnny fiama #lips muppet #lips x johnny fiama #Jhonny Fiama discreet bisexual gentleman #muppets #muppets fanart #mini comic #the electric mayhem #muppets tonight #muppets haunted mansion #sal minella #floyd pepper #dr teeth #zoot muppet #janice muppets #animal muppet #polymayhem #crackship

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dietmountaindewbae · 4 months

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FUCKING LOVE UR FICCCSSSS OMG

I hope you're doing wellll,,,I'm missing u girl

Could you do more of those Teacher Alex x reader fics?? i just love that kinda scenario sorry 😭😭

Small question too,where do you get those pictures for the story banners? I got kinda curious

Hope you're doing well!! take care ♡♡

xx. lights, camera, action

alex turner x reader

word count: 9428

summary: Alex (tbhc!) is your theater teacher, and you earned the part of Juliet for your final play at high school, but he isn't so glad about it, he thinks you lack emotion, and today at private rehearsals you get your chance to show it.

warnings: spitt*ng, chock*ng, slapp*ng, spank*nd, denial of org*sm, teasing, age g*p, roughness, manipulat*on

song recommendation: put me in a movie by lizzy grant

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You crawled out of your bed waking up extra early to get to school, the classes went by in a daze, you knew by lunch maybe the time would go by quicker, and you went through today's lines over and over in your head during lunch, memorizing them so you didn't make a single mistake at saying them. Mister Turner wasn't so glad you somehow managed to get Juliet at the school play, people said you deserved it, and your audition was the best of them all, no stuttering, no doubting, but Mister Turner didn't make you feel like you did, because he said you missed a crucial thing, he just made you feel helpless and dumb whenever he stared at you with a scowl or he looked away while you were saying your lines, in your head you asked yourself over and over 'what am I missing?'. He never told you what you were doing wrong.

Rehearsal began and your heart was beating so fast you could feel your ears warm, and your mouth started to get dry, today you had to practice Act 2 Scene 2, meaning, one of the hardest scenes you had to do, the balcony scene.

"Cut!" Mister Turner said as you were holding Charlie's hands, the boy who played Romeo in your class, you were glad it was him, he was your buddy. The teacher walked up the stage and rolled his shirt sleeves, crossing his arms and standing like a tall tree.

"What did we-" He stopped at Charlie, glanced at you, and sighed, looking at you with disapproval.

"You've got to stop being so stiff, you love him!" He yells and it echoes through the whole stage and in your heart, "You better start acting like my Juliet otherwise I'll cast someone else, 'cause yer not makin' the cut" He saw your bottom lip trembling and your eyes and cheeks turning red.

"But I-"

"I could understand that you're young, and you're innocent and pretty, whatever you think you are, but so is Juliet and it amazes me that you can't do something as simple as letting go," Your eyes began to water, "So you're going to do this or what?" He asked you with his hands on his hips, and you stayed silent, your eyes glassy and about to let the tears roll down your face.

"I am you girl" That's all you managed to say before you went running out of the stage to cry, why was he so rude? Other days he was just sarcastic and let you do whatever, but today he was furious at you, and you just wanted to do things right to avoid him yelling at you like today.

After 10 minutes in the bathroom, you found the whole place empty, "I asked 'em to leave, I need to work with you" He walked up to you with his hands in his pockets, and from his left pocket, he took out a handkerchief, and gave it to you to wipe your tears.

"Thank you," You said, as you grabbed the handkerchief.

He sat down on the piano's chair, legs and arms crossed, and he sighed "I notice that this scene and Act 5 cause you problems, care to tell me why that happens miss?"

"I don't know" You whispered, he closed his eyes slowly, and nudged his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Right.... you don't" He crosses his arms, "Have you ever felt love? And I'm not just talking about that type of fraternal love for your friends or your mummy and daddy, I'm talking about the real deal, raw love" You thought about it and nodded your head slowly, he eyed you up and down, "Think about this love for a boy, that could never be blessed, because your family and his family despise each other so you see him in secret, but one day you make a plan to stay with him for good, and it fails, both of you die for each other because the other one cannot bear to live without the other, and it impacts people when they find out the truth about this suicidal love, a young girl and boy, that loved each other so much it made them... kill themselves"

"I understand-"

He cuts you up, "No you don't" He jumped on the stage with you.

"Imagine I am the one that you're madly in love with, we meet and we dance" He took your hand and closed his fingers with yours, his other hand gently holding your waist, he wasn't so far away from the truth, you look straight into his eyes, they're filled with darkness as you begin to dance, you could feel something inside you rise, that you once didn't allow to do, fighting itself with you, he pressed you closer to him, "Lay your head, and relax... you're still tense... c'mon, it's ok"

You did as you were told, you put your hand by his chest as he rocked you, he danced very well, and that made you feel a little dumber and unuseful, "I'm sorry if I'm not doing it right... I have never danced like this before" He smiled at you, a true sweet and gentle smile.

"Well, what else haven't you done before?" He asks you, making you blush at the thought, "I know there's a rule by society that you shouldn't be alone with me, out of respect we shouldn't have a friendship, but we are at late hours of school, so fuck it" You both chuckled at the same time, "You can trust me" He said with confidence and you nodded.

"I-... haven't been with anyone, haven't kissed anyone in a while, I've never had a boyfriend but I do like boys a lot, when I try to flirt it's just-," You sigh, "So, I guess I can't say these lines because it makes me think it would be so embarrassing for me to act in love when everyone thinks I'm just playing a princess as a joke,"

"Tell 'em to piss off" He spat, "Are yeh going to be my Juliet or not?" He asked you sincerely breaking up the closure.

"I-I mean" You stuttered taking a step forward, making him get angry just like last time, and he sighed, he was disappointed.

"Go home" He orders walking away from you but you stop him, pulling him back close to you.

You were growing angry and desperate, you needed him to know that no other girl could give more than you, could be as willing as you, "I want this, truly! I want you to put me in this play! As your Juliet, I won't allow any other girl, they won't take this as seriously-"

"That doesn't matter, show me you can do it and I'll keep you, but if you don't-" He pointed his fingers at your face, you wanted to cry again, but instead, you did let go, had set free of any chains or thoughts that you said weren't appropriate, in love everything is right, being selfish is right, being scared it's alright too, so you were bold, and pecked his lips, the touch and feel of your lips lingering, his eyes become as dark as the night and that tiny kiss quickly turned into a hungry and sloppy tongue kiss from his part, gripping your arms too tightly, you swear that you can feel the bruises.

You kissed until you felt your lips were about to fall off, your little cherry gloss was all over the corners of your mouth and sticking in his lips, "I am your girl" You panted.

He puts his hands behind your hand, caressing the front of your hair, and clasping it to the side, his face is so close to your neck that his breathing was tickling you, he memorized the smell of your perfume and gently laid a kiss on your skin, you swallowed the lump in your throat, he looks at you with a smile, a perverted one, and you didn't understand why'd you like it so much.

"You've got such a sweet little face that any man wishes to provoke only evil, lips so pouty and plump, you only wish to kiss them until they're bleeding," He folds your lower lip down with his thumb, and you smiled, as he slowly puts his fingers inside your mouth pushing your teeth to make a hole for him to dig in your warm mouth, he was amazed by the way your tongue instinctively moved around in circles on his fingers, you smiled feeling both ashamed and excited, "You know what you're doin' aren't you?" His fingers squished your face hard, you pulled back but he pulled you in.

"What do you want from me?"

"To understand why every time I yell at you you look at me as if you wanted me to yell at you more, to at least say something to you, you worked hard to get me attention, and now you have it, I've always watched you push yourself to be perfect, but when do you let go? Where do you start and where do you end? Do you even feel?... I have so much fun trying to figure you out, little girl" He pushed your hair to the side, "You're beautiful, you know that?"

You nodded and looked at him weary-eyed, he knew you were lying he could see it in your eyes and the way your chin twitched, there was no hiding from him, "Make me feel beautiful" You asked him caressing his shoulders, "I just wanted you to see that I could do it"

"You always were, I knew it from the moment I saw you, that you and I are alike, that you should be with no one else but me, you know you need me, you do" He assures you with great pressure, you smiled and nodded your head, this is what you wanted from the beginning. Him. You smiled at him, and he pressed you up against him, hand on his cheek as he caressed it, and he kissed you with a passion that made you sigh, his lips touched yours with love and tenderness as if he was deeply in love with you. His arms hug your waist, and your hands caress his soft long hair, your fingers twisting around the end of his brown hair, his beard lightly tickling your cheek, your heart flutters when you feel him smiling and his hand cups your cheek, you get so deep into the kiss losing yourself entirely in his arms, focusing on the noises of your mouth when you kissed him, the taste of his lips, his nose on your cheek and his hand that gets lower to your hips, you moan into his mouth by picturing what could happen next, you felt it in your core, something in between your legs was getting so wet, palpitating even.

"I really like you-" He lets go of your hand and takes a few steps away from you, you raise your eyebrow at him, puzzled.

"I want you to go home and think about this, I won't touch you, or kiss you anymore, not until you've shown me that you're capable of earning and demolishing that role, show me what you're made of" You look at him so confused about what had happened, how could he kiss you, and say that you were the same as him, that he liked you and then tell you that you still didn't convince him, you went back home running to cry unto your pillows, had no one to talk about what happened because you wanted it to happen again, people would look at you like an absolute mad person, you wanted him to touch you again, to rock you against his body, you wanted him to want you again.

During the last few rehearsals for the show you were doing good, but you kept pushing yourself to make it better, Mister Turner seemed to pay more attention to you but he kept talking to other girls and staring at you as you looked at him with your eyebrows furrowed, it was a whole week of running back home with tears in your eyes, and at night your mind couldn't stop creating scenarios of your and him, you touched yourself over and over again, he made you love him madly with a few kisses and simple words, but after tomorrow when the play launched this suffering would be over.

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You went to get ready two hours before everyone was there, they were still setting up the stage while you were out in your long and folded ancient dress, hair, and makeup ready, lines memorized like a bible that you prayed into every night, "Hello" A voice echoed thru the room, it was him with his thick Yorkshire accent and voice, approaching you slowly.

"Hi," You said back, he stood behind you, looking at you through the mirror of your vanity, he stared at you like a perfect painting, and your breathing got stuck in your throat when he leaned forward to your ear.

"Thought you'd be here earlier... come with me little girl" He ordered grabbing your wrists and pulling you up, you swallowed down a big lump in your throat and he walked you inside his office, you shut the door behind you carrying your dress in your hands to keep it clean, "Sit down" He pulled out a chair for you and his hands lightly caress your hair, twisting in his index finger the shape of your curls, he grabbed your hand signing you to stand up, and he cupped your cheek, your turn your head to the side and closed your eyes as you feel his lips on top of yours, you thought he would kiss you just like the day that your lips touched his, and his fingers would be inside your mouth feeling how warm and tiny it was, you whimpered as he pulled back, you felt both embarrassed and a bit turned on, because you remembered yourself at night, touching yourself like an idiot to a faint picture of him.

"You know why you're here, right?" You said no with your head, "I want you to remember what it's like to be sent to heaven and dragged down to earth, I want you to feel the despair for another kiss, would you do anything for another kiss?"

"Yes," You firmly answered, "I need it, please... I need you so bad" His eyebrow twitched at the way your voice sounded so desperate.

"Unpatient, aren't we?" He giggled at you, opening the door of his office for you to leave, you went outside with your head to the floor "Give me your everything, and I'll see you after the play is over"

You had convinced yourself to give your best for him, convinced yourself about your true love and admiration for him, you would do anything to please him, anything to make him smile at you even for a split second, you'd do anything to make him love you, and to make him stay with you, because that's all that you wanted, for him to keep you like a bunny in a cage.

"You're such a good girl you know that? I mean it" He raised your chin with his finger, and you nodded your head again, "And you'll make me proud right little girl?" You said yes with your head, "Good"

And indeed the show was a success, everyone threw you roses at the end before the curtains closed, you tried to put a picture to your emotions through the way you spoke, added more emotion to what you said, and how you said it, you were confident from start to end, and you made some people cry with the way your love for Romeo simply got more complicated to come true, and at the end when you die you hear a standing ovation coming from the chairs, you wait for the curtains to close and you run to hug Alex, pushing him to a dark corner to kiss him with a passion, your lipstick smudging his lips and biting down aggressively on his bottom lip.

"I'm so proud of you bunny, you're the best... my little princess, my Juliet" You blush hard and he sends you running back to the stage to let the curtains open, flowers landing at your feet, your mom and dad standing in the front row clapping as loud as they could.

In the end, everyone took pictures with you, your name being praised was echoing through the room, and some hints of jealous mothers talking about how their daughters would've been just as good, but then Mister Turner walked across you with a smirk splattered on his face. You smiled at the camera and convinced your mother to let you go out to dinner with some friends just so you could be alone with the man you cherished the most.

After the people had disappeared through the halls you quickly took your clothes off in the changing room and then, all of a sudden, you jumped when you heard a loud knock on the door.

"Who is it?!" You said with fear.

"It's me," He says, "I'm coming in" He pushes the door open and you cover yourself up with your dress as best as you can, hiding your body, he comes in with roses and a big gift box with a baby blue bow wrapped around it, he smelled like his cigarettes. His eyes room down your body, and your scared puppy face, he drops the flowers and begins to kiss you hard, you smile to yourself when you finally taste his bitter cigarettes, "Let go of the dress bunny, tonight you're mine, say that you are...." He begs as he whispers to your mouth, you drop your dress to the floor, you wore a white see-through long corset and a thin cotton pair of matching panties and knee socks, he smiles at the look at your body, running his hands down your curves, and gently kneading your ass, "Let's go to my office"

"But I am-" He picked you up like a bride and covered you up with a rope that was hanging next to you.

"Don't worry, no one will see us" From the changing rooms to the stage he walked down some steps and swung open the door of his office, sitting you down at his desk, locking the door, "Get that rope off, let me see you put a little show for me" You stood up from his desk, and he leans over it with his legs crossed and hands behind his back on the desk. He looked just like a king wearing his all-black suit, ready to rule your world.

You stood up, letting the rope fall to your feet, and you do a little spin so he could see your everything, and he didn't miss a single spot as you turn, the little dimples in your back, the curve of your breasts and ass, you skin smooth and soft as velvet, your eyes glimmering in the darkness, the shyness within you, you put your everything on him, "Come here little one" He orders and you follow like a puppy.

"Yes?" You ask him sweetly.

"Sweetheart, I ain't gon' lie to you my love, I think you did spectacularly, and I'm proud of you for listening to me, but I know what you're missing, I know exactly what you're missing, and it's something I'm missing too..." You look at him strangely, what could he possibly miss? you lacked everything while in your eyes he was like a god.

"You're missing me, and I'm missing you, no one would understand you and your feelings better than me, no one could be able to see your potential better than me, but would you be able to bear with me?" You smile brightly as his hands turn you to gently undo the bows at the back of your corset, leaving you only in your pair of white panties and knee socks.

"Yes, I can," You said, he pushed your hair to the side over your head, a wave of your hair falling in beautiful honey-colored curls, he kissed your mouth softly, running his soft fingers against your lips like a soft feather. Cupping your face with your index and middle, mesmerized by the delicate features of your face, so pure, so weak, so innocent.

"You're gonna behave? I need you to say it" His eyes were dark and lustful.

You smiled and said, "I'm going to behave"

"You're my angel" He whispers to you, and when he leans forward you turn your face away from him, a kiss landing on your shoulder, he giggles and puts his hand on his hip, still mesmerized by your body and your figure, and you smiled, "Like what you see?"

"Enough with the silliness," He says to you, and you do as he tells you, and approach him slowly, once your face is resting in between his hands, he is still fully dressed, and you can feel how soft and warm his clothes were, you hug him and he runs his hands down your body, wrapping your legs around his torso and laying down at his desk, "Open your legs for me babe" He drawled, as he leaves a trail of kisses down your tender skin, his hands slowly massaging your breasts, you sigh as his thumb pressed down at your ribs and tummy, his lips trailed down to your belly, your fingers slowly slide into his hair, scratching it and pulling on it as he tears your panties from your pussy.

"Please..." You sigh.

"That's the prettiest cunt I've ever seen, so tiny and so fucking tight" His mouth was parched and he opens it widely to kiss your pussy, his tongue rimming in circles inside your hole, making your legs quiver and pull his hair, "So fucking good..." His tongue flicked and circled your clit in a gentle and teasing way, you were losing control over the noises that spilled out of your mouth, and then he cut you up entirely, leaving you breathless, you leaned in forward and you watched him licking your pussy lazily, and you grunt. His hands feel the soft material of your knee socks that he went crazy for.

"Please... I need more, please" You whimper as he started to suck and kiss your clit again, you let out girlish moans from your mouth, "Oh god-"

"Quiet down, won't you?" He spat on your clit making it impossible for you to keep your cool as you watch him devour your pussy with hunger and carnage, you whined and cried in silence, bitting down on your hand until your teeth sunk into your skin, your lower abdomen was tense and you felt something come out of you, and Alex sucked and swallowed down every single drop of your release as you came, but he kept going, it had become too much for you to handle but he put the flame back up, your hand gently tracing circles on his scalp while the other trailed down in between your legs, doing circles on your clit, you closed your eyes feeling in your room once more, moaning his name and feeling your skin cover in goosebumps, and he observed you, your fingers desperately rubbing your clit as your hips rock against your touch, "Fuckin' 'ell... you don't need me anymore"

"What?!" You quickly opened your eyes, his eyes glimmering as he had seen you get so carried away, "No, I'm-" He brushed away the little dust off his knees, "Wait, no I'm sorry, I just-"

"You just what?" He spat, "Care to tell me? You think you can please yourself better than I can?" You furrowed your eyebrows, "Cause I don't think you know what I can do to you, what I can show you"

"And what can you show me, Mister Turner?" You asked with a grin on your face, "You left me hanging for more, I needed to ease it somehow," You whispered, he dragged you closer to him by your legs, caging you right in between his arms.

"You have an attitude, don't you?" You raised an eyebrow.

"You said we're alike, didn't you?" He hummed as a yes biting down on his lip, "Seems like you don't even know me," You purred, he liked you, he liked that you didn't submit as easily, that you gave a fight before you did.

"I do know you, I've been inside that tiny little virgin hole of yours," He said with a smirk, you looked at him through your lashes.

"Is that so?" You whispered, and he hummed as a yes, "Not entirely"

"I see you like it the hard way, don't you?" He flipped you to be on your back, spreading your legs open as he takes out his belt, you waved your ass at him spanking it, blushing on your own because of your cheekiness, you tried to be as wild and fun as you could, "You naughty fuckin' bitch" You heard the sound of his zipper, "Just a warning..." He pulled your long hair to raise your head, and he said between greeted teeth, "I'll show you what hard is, and if you won't be able to handle it-"

"Give me all of it," You said, he threw your head back and forced himself inside you, your walls stretching painfully and you grunt and weep as you feel the burning, your pussy wasn't ready for such a fucking stretch, him and his massive cock, so thick it made your eyes water but your mouth to scream from the pleasure, he left your mouth and probably your pussy gape, his hand pressed down flat on your lower back, pounding your pussy profoundly, your nails scratching his wooden desk.

"Too much for you little one?" You gasped as he pounds you, the feeling of his cock between your legs growing a bit easier to bare with every thrust, "You took it well... you must be a little fucked up... right here" He taps harshly on your head.

"Aren't you?" He only made things harder for you, he kept pushing himself deep inside you, you were crying nonstop as your mouth was wide open but making no sound at all, just little chocked moans, you were feeling a tight knot forming in your lower abdomen, and he made you feel closer to coming undone beneath him but then, he pulled out of you like a sword into your limbs, "Wait... w-what happened?"

"You're being a cocky little fuck, now if you're gonna keep misbehaving like that, you're gettin' nothing, and I'm gonna leave you empty and wanking in your bed thinking about how good me cock feels, now... are we going to behave or are you just going to keep acting like a little fuckin' brat?" You smiled at him and laughed at his face, he pinched your cheeks together, "Do you think I'm takin' a piss or what?"

"It's just funny watching you get so angry" You kept laughing uncontrollably, his face in a big frown, jaw locked, nose trails opening wider with every exhale, his lips pushed together.

"And it's gonna be even funnier to watch you get punished since that's what you want, isn't it?" You answered with a smile, he pushed you away, slapping you so hard it knocked you to the floor, you looked at him scared, your smile had faded away, "You like learning the hard way, I'm gonna teach you a lesson, look where your mouth has gotten you little one... come up here" You flinched back when he tried to help you get up but you accepted his help since your legs couldn't work properly.

He carries you in his arms and lays you down on his leather couch, "I'm sorry, I swear I'm gonna be good now"

"You know swearing is bad, right? You must keep your promises, otherwise, I won't trust you, and believe me, you're giving me plenty of reasons to not," You looked away and bit your bottom lip, "Are you going to behave?... and I'm not gonna ask again"

"Yes" You stated, "I am"

"Atta girl" He kissed your temple, "But saying that you are doesn't mean I'm not going to punish you, you can't make fun of me, you hear me?" His voice is so demanding and scary, you look him in the eye and nod your head, he stands up and unzips his pants, enjoying the view of your body and your stare on his, you stretch and your rips pop out, and you move around in the couch, watching him take out from his boxer his swollen and wet cock, it was red and twitching, veiny and thick, you swallowed, "That's what you're going to do, and after you swallow me cock I'm gunna cum in your face and I'll think about what's gonna happen to you later, understood?"

"Understood" He pushed open your mouth as wide as possible and put his knee next to your head, "I'm making that throat wider just for me cock to fit in," He forced his cock inside your mouth, and you had a coughing fit and splashed saliva all over your face, but he kept reaching deep inside your throat until he settled in, and pushed his cock out and back in slowly, no matter how much he wanted to provoke pain on you he didn't want to hurt you after all.

"Ah!- I can't" You choked and your eyes watered as you gagged, he pulled out of you and you coughed loudly.

"Toughen up," He said and threw your head back, pushing his cock inside your mouth and fucking it, you felt the bone in your throat rail up and down as he kept fucking it, and you heard sick and obscene noises coming out from the bottom of his throat while you fought the need to let your fingers wander down to your pussy, the noises were so rich and spectacular that you kept your self in place, imagining him biting down on his lip and the taste of his soft cock on your mouth was delicious, it made you wet, never in your life would you think sucking a boy's cock would be a turn on, but this wasn't a boy, this was a man, enjoying himself thanks to you.

You kept coughing and spitting saliva but he used it to his advantage, smothering all of it on your face, destroying your makeup completely, the tip of his cock was soft and hot while the rest of his meat was warm and palpitating, his balls touching your chin, you couldn't resist it, you wanted to touch them, and when your fingers came to lightly pinch them he let out a low grunt, and you felt something was leaking out from him, he pulled out of you quickly, "Are you?-"

"Shut the fuck up" He patted your cheek signing you to open it, and this time you grabbed his balls with confidence, playing with them a little in your hands, "Oh fuck!" He moans and thrust his hips inside you just as if he was fucking your pussy again, for him you were a massive hole he could use to dump every fluid that came out of him, "Keep grabbing 'em... harder" You squeezed him a little bit more but it was right about enough for him to pull out and cover your face in his warm cum, you watch everything come squirting out of him, every warm drop that landed on your face was smothered in your face, "You love it huh? you like your reward bunny?"

"I do," You said licking the corners of your mouth.

"Turn," You laid on your chest and he got on top of you, sliding his cock in, "Got so wet from suckin' it hard" He digs your head to your cushions, suffocating you into the leather, and he continued his assault to your body, fucking it with no mercy, your walls accommodate and squish him inside, to keep him just like he was, the friction of his dick, the feeling of his veins on the walls of your hole coursing you to see blurry and your mouth to drool, you feel in heaven as you feel yourself slowly start to finish all over him, and he harshly drags his cock back denying your orgasm.

"Alex, please! I'm begging you" You weep.

"Didn't say you can cum yet..." He panted.

"You're asking too much Alex" He dragged your hips back and propped your ass up, kneading it and spanking it until your ass cheeks felt warm and tender for him to grope, and your eyes were bloodshot, the taste of salt in your mouth from your stinging tears.

"You think that's too much?!" He yells into your ear, you drown out a scream and he spanks you hard again, "Come on little girl! Thought you said to give you everything, thought you were strong enough" You cry out into the couch, "You're weak and pathetic" He saw you weeping into the leather, your eyes swollen and your whole body shaking like a little puppy, he puts you down gently, hugging your body to make you lay down on his lap.

"I hate you" You felt both used and somehow loved in a very strange and significant way, it was like people say, tough love, you hug him tighter and tighter, and he runs his fingers through your cheeks to clean your tears.

"You know I do this because I love you" You heard the honesty in his voice, he looks at you with utter tenderness and sweetness, his fingers crossed your hair to your ear, "Do you love me?"

"I love you" You whispered, no matter what he did to you, what was harder to love him was to hate him, he was the first man to ever truly kiss you with passion, and you always wore your heart on your sleeve, he understands you, he shows you how much he likes you, he desires more than just your body.

"You're ok, quiet down now" He rocks you into his arms, naked, exposed, weak, "Do you know what I'm doing to you?"

"Fucking me up" You hear him chuckle and deny it over and over with his head.

"Making you mine" You smile at him, "You're mine, me girl, no one else's, you don't belong to anyone else... just me, I need you to say it"

"I don't belong to anyone else just you" You affirm. He nudges his nose with yours, pecking your lips sweetly.

"That's good, so good..." He sighs as his little pecks turn into hungry kisses, both of your desperate for more than just teasing, he pulls you on top of him and stands up, you secure your legs around him while your arms hug his shoulders, and you can feel his slippery and warm tip in between your legs, sliding inside your hole, you moan and bite down on his shoulder as he thrusts his cock inside you, balls slamming on your pussy as he thrusts in and out of you, the sounds and the feeling were delightful, all piling up on you, it wasn't just the noises that came out of his mouth, it was him entirely that turned you on, how hard he was grasping your body, and you watched him with his eyes firmly fixed on yours with his lips parted as he feels so close from feeling so warm, and tight inside you, feeling your hole contract around his cock, it felt so good for him, so good he was crazy for more, you were in awe as you are eager to see how his cock enters your pussy, you only get wetter as you watch your bodies collide into a sweet satisfying melody.

"Fuck! I'm so- close..." You warn him as if something inside you were about to detonate, explode, you lose control over your body, your head feeling lighter and lighter as you push on your abdomen hard to squeeze out every bit of your juices and smother it all over his cock, "Does that feel good?" You pant.

"You haven't got a clue" He chokes out, "Oh... I'm gonna cum too"

"Cum inside me, please" You whine and beg, like a bratty child for on ice cream, "Fill me up, please"

"I can't" He grunts as he digs his cock deep inside you, "It's not a good idea" His eyes search for hope in yours, you kiss him deeply caressing the back of his head with your fingertips, he relaxes and you buck your hips forward, fucking yourself into his cock.

"Don't you want to?" You whisper to his lips, "Don't you want to dump your cum inside me?" He hisses as you jump on his cock again and again, he bites down on his lip until they turn pale, "Don't pretend like you don't" Your tongue licks his bottom lip and you nibble on it gently, your walls push him deeper in, getting tighter and tighter as you feel him getting more worked up, "Dump it inside me, I want it bad, please Mister Turner" He moans into your mouth, you let your tongue slip inside it, warm and tasty, he keeps it open with his thumb to spit into your mouth. You feel him get rowdy, and his skin is covered with goosebumps, drenched in a cold sweat, his balls tightly pressed up against your pussy until he was buried deep inside your hole and his cum covered up your walls in a warm coat of his cum, his pupils dilated, and you smiled as you felt it leaking out from your pussy, you hugged him tightly as he peppers your head with kisses, you feel pure bliss "Thank you" You whisper to his ear.

"You're fuckin' insane, you know that?" He gave you a smudgy kiss on your cheek.

"But you love it, don't you?" You both giggled to each other, his forehead pressed against yours, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

After cleaning up your body gently and making sure you weren't bleeding, he carried you back to the dressing rooms, he settled you down in your chair and you began to clean your face, your eyes wide open as you saw yourself in the mirror, the makeup that you spent so many hours in was completely trashed, there was eyeliner and mascara everywhere but in your lashes and eyes, your lipstick smudged all over your face and even down on your neck, your throat felt bruised and it was a bit hard to swallow, then you heard him coming inside the room with the same box he carried an hour ago and a cup of water, you snatched the mug from his hands, "Drink up babe"

"Thanks," You say to him, "What's that?" You smiled taking the gift from his hands.

"I knew you were going to do great, so I bought summat for you" Inside the box there was a tiny bunny plushy, and a little china doll dressed just like Juliet, deeper in, you take out a beautiful baby blue dress.

"It's gorgeous!" You threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly, and he kissed your now clean face, "Oh! I love it so much" You kick your feet into the air and he spins you around like a little girl.

"Put it on doll, so I can take you out" You smile at him brightly and as you grab your things to change in the other room, before you left he stops you, "Do it here," He sits down on the chair you were in and watched you try on the dress, it fitted you like a glove.

"Wait, where are my panties?" You ask him with genuine curiosity, "Aren't they at your office?"

"Already cleaned it up, I just found your bra" He looks down at the floor and then at you, spreading his legs as he looks at how beautiful that dress fits your little silhouette, ruffled at the top and the ends of the dress shaped like a flower, you fix your hair and your knee socks, you put on nude heels that your mom told you to wear with your other change of clothes, "You look like a doll, babe" He pats his thigh for you to sit in, and you do, wrapping your arms around him.

"Where are you takin' me?" You ask him with a silly but bright smile.

"It's simple but I think you're gonna be pleased with the place"

He helped you carry your bags out, sneaking out of the school together, and running outside to the parking lot, you grabbed your tiny purse and your big makeup bag in your hands, and you heard the alarm go off from his black and shiny Cadillac, private catholic schools seemed to pay him very well, after all, he was the very best of the teachers here, he had fame, and money, thought at your school whenever he wasn't busy doing plays in Europe, or Broadway, you wanted him to see your potential, and whenever he yelled at you, you couldn't help but love him more, he opened the door of his car for you, and buckled you in place, you smiled and felt your heart speed.

"Thank you for the dress, I love it... you shouldn't have-"

"Don't say that, you know I'll do anything for you doll" He took off from the school, you smile to yourself but quickly snap back to reality when you see the reflection of your face with no makeup, you quickly curl your eyelashes in place and flick your wrist as you brush your mascara wand to your eyelashes, praying to not stain your eyes, you feel his warm hand land on your knee, you turn to look at him, he's busy driving thru the streets, and your feel in a dream with that brilliant man's presence, you finish your makeup as fast as you could to quickly fix the mess that was your hair, into a beautiful half up and down, letting some baby curly hairs fall on your face, you line your lips pink and pat some lipstick on your lips and gloss to make them plumper.

He glances at you and smiles brightly, "Is something the matter?"

"No, I just think you look lovely" You put your hand over his, and he turns up the volume of the radio, Lana del Rey on the station, and you smile brightly the whole road, his hand little by little sneaking up your thigh until it felt dangerously close to your inner thigh, you blush hard.

"Mister Turner..." You say to him, he snaps his eyes back at you, he digs his nails into your flesh, and your hand strokes his cock gently, he spreads his legs open and you smirk, feeling just a little control over him.

"I think I'll just have you for dinner if you keep goin'," You bite down on your lip, your hand pulled back to his knee.

"That isn't such a bad idea, is it Mister Turner?" You tease, and he sighs, smiling to himself.

"You can call me Alex babe doll, it's alright with me" His hand grabs yours to kiss your knuckles, and his thumb caresses them.

"Ok, Alex"

He made a turn and you arrived at your favorite dinner, it was almost half empty, you leaned over to kiss him deeply, "Surprise!" He giggles.

"How'd you know?" You were amazed, not many people knew about that dinner, just your close friends and you, it made you wonder how he managed to know that. And what else does he know about you? he got out of the car, fixing his coat and hair before he opened your door, unbuckling your belt and taking your hand for you to take a gentle step out of his black Cadillac.

"I've got me ways babe doll" He kissed your temple and grabbed your purse, locking the car and sitting down at a booth next to you, the purple and pink lights deem as a romantic melody the old jukebox the restaurant had rocks you, the dinner was 60's themed, and the nice old lady looked at you and Alex strange, sitting so closely together, you looked so little, and he looked too old for you, he almost looked like your dad or... more like a daddy.

"What can I get you?" The lady with a notepad and pen in her hand asks.

"What would you like angel?" He asks sweetly, putting his arm around you, his hand landing at your bum as you sit cross-legged and you lean in closer to him, your fingertips tapping on your chin.

"A classic burger and some fries... and a strawberry milkshake please... and you Daddy?" You joke, watching the lady's face go pale, and Alex's eyes get dark, a smirk on the corner of his lips.

"I'll get the same as her too, and a vanilla shake" You both kindly smile at her, and he looks at you with the brightest smile.

"Yes?" You ask sweetly and innocently, blinking repeatedly.

"I like the sound of it, daddy..." He says referring to what you said, "Keep callin' me like that princess" He kisses you on the side of your head, gripping your thigh.

"You can be my daddy, right Alex?" You both lean in to kiss each other losing track of time, and the same lady with grey hair comes back, she cleaned her throat to grab your attention and she puts down your milkshakes at the table, you smile at her kindly and receive your milkshake, Alex sunk his finger into your shake, and you grab his wrist sucking his pinky clean. The lady runs back to the kitchen.

"I love you" Your bodies close the minimal space that was between you, you watch him smile and lean in forward and close his eyes to kiss you tenderly, you get deep into the kiss, and he pulls you in to sit on his lap gently by putting his hand on your waist, you feel the butterflies come alive and you giggle when his long beard tickles your chin and your nose, "What's so funneh?" He pecks your lips.

"Your goatee tickles me" You chuckled and pecked your lips and you both turned your heads as you heard the elderly woman have a little stroke when she saw you kissing your man, she was shocked, and she just left the food on the table and left, "Hungry?" You slide the plates with the warm food and give a bite to your delicious hamburger.

The rest of the night you spend it talking about everything, his favorite films, his favorite directors and writers, his new big ideas that you were excited about, and he kept wondering about college on your side, "I think you're meant for summat great my love" He says as you gently wipe his face with a napkin.

"I don't know what to do with my life... honestly, it's ridiculous, everyone tells me to study whatever I want but then they tease the idea of med school, and I'm curious about it but that doesn't mean I like it" You ramble about what your parents tell you in your head, but talking to Alex was a relieve, he seemed to always choose his word wisely.

"Why don't you come and live with me? Leave this town, you don't need to worry 'bout anything else if you stay with me, no hurries, no pressure..." Your mouth falls open, you don't know if this is reality or if you are in a daze, "After your graduation, I'll talk to them 'bout the idea of you living with me,"

"Don't play with that" You spoke to him very seriously, and he sounded serious too, "You mean it?" You asked, almost feeling tears in your eyes.

"You're only 18, why do people think you must have the world figured out? Leave this town, come to live with me in LA, and we can find the perfect career for you my darlin' I'll put you in the best college, and I'll take good care of you..." You kiss him deeply, you love that man like nobody can.

"I love you Daddy" You peck his lips with love.

"Finish your meal little one," You hum as a yes and while you were eating and finishing off your meal, you remembered you had strict catholic parents who thought you were having dinner somewhere else with your best friends, and you were about to have your head cut off if you didn't finish your meal in... you glance to your clock, "Shit" You mutter under your breath.

"What?" You finish your meal stuffing your face.

"I 'ave to hurry up" You muffled, your mouth full with your fries, he chuckled at the sight of your cheeks full, he couldn't stop laughing and you smiled, "What? If you don't get me home now I'll get locked up for good in my room"

"You look like a bunny just like that" You roll your eyes at him, and he glances at your clock, "We still have an hour and a half left doll, what's the matter?"

"I'm being serious, if I'm not at my door at the time my mom told me, she will leave me outside in the cold, freezing my tits off"

"I'll warm them up" He gave you a sneaky kiss on your neck.

"Bastard" You tease.

Mister Turner paid the dinner and gave a generous tip to the old lady who simply looked disturbed, Alex pinches your bum on the way out and buckles you in as you sit on his leather seats, he drives fast, turning the volume to the top as the strokes play in the radio, he does a quick stop at a pharmacy near your house, you wait for him inpatient, he only took 5 minutes to come back with a little plastic bag on his hand.

"Got you some pills, and these" He gifted you, your first box of condoms, and you blushed hard.

"W-Wait, I can have these at my house, it's too dangerous" You would get exiled if your mom were to find them.

"It's ok, don't worry, I just don't wanna take risks" He explained the use of the plan B pills, you promised to take it, and he drove back to your house.

You stared at it from the window, the lights of the living room were on, which could only mean that your mother was waiting for you on the couch, you sighed and stared at him with puppy eyes, "I don't wanna go in"

"We still have 30 minutes to spare" His eyebrows wiggle making you giggle, "I could go for some dessert"

"Mmm, I don't think it's a good idea, we won't make it back on time" He puts his hand on your inner thigh, you look at his hand massaging your thigh and then back at him.

"I'm not talking about that type of dessert" You sigh as his lips kiss your mouth slowly, putting you in a trance, his mouth tastes like sweet vanilla with a pinch of saltiness, and his tongue slips in as he tastes sweet strawberries and whipping cream, your heartbeat goes thru the roof as his hand sneaks in between your legs, you had forgotten you weren't using any underwear, "All ready for me"

"Mmm... fuck me Daddy" You moan into his mouth, pushing yourself back and crawling to the back of his car, you push your dress up, and spread your legs open, he had the nicest view of your pussy, dripping and glimmering.

"Gunna make it a quickie then" He jumps to the back, and you lay flat on your chest, pushing your hips up, arching your back, chest on the seats, "Eager, aren't you?" You hear him getting ready for you, spitting on your pussy hole and spreading his spit and your wetness all over your pussy. You moan loudly as his tip enters you, sliding in, and hitting the right spot at the first thrust of his hips, "Shut the fuck up, you're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood" He takes out from his pocket your pair of lost panties.

"You had them this whole time?!" You were amazed, you didn't think he would keep them, "You're a perv" You joke.

"But you love what this perv does to your pussy," He licked your earlobe, pushing your panties inside your mouth, "I was gonna get a good taste of that, rub it all over me cock, have it as my little souvenir" You rolled your eyes as he locks your arms behind your back, grinding his hips, railing your pussy, slapping his meat against your ass, he heard you say something he couldn't quite figure out, he took out the panties from your mouth, "What did you say?"

"Do you do that to other girls?" He stops,'fuck' You scream into your head, you were getting so close, you regret ever saying something but you also wanted to know.

"You just have something, little one, something that just makes me want to keep you, want to have you in me pocket," Sounds like he's obsessing over you, he gets more aroused, and you feel him getting harder inside you, "I wanna have you at all times in my bed since you're always crawling around me head, and cumming inside you... fuckin' hell, making that tight little cunt all mine, hell... I would hold you hostage if I had to"

"Then make it yours again, Daddy," He bucked his hips back pushing your panties back inside your mouth, rimming his cock on your pussy, those noises coming from his mouth were terrific, just enough to make you see stars, his veiny hands turning into fists as he slides back inside, his strong arms contracting, you close your eyes, feeling his cock twitching and loading up your cunt with his cum, and he finished you up, making you cum desperately all over him, he crashes on top of your body, and you sigh feeling only his weight, his heart beating just as fast as yours, his lips brushing against your ear, "That was fast" You muffled.

"I committed to it" You both giggle, and he pulled out of your pussy, watching his cum drip out of your tight hole, he's in awe, at how that little hole could be filled up with that much, he was fascinated, "For fucks sake..." He was getting worked up again, but he couldn't keep you for longer.

He quickly grabs a tissue and helps you clean up his mess again, taking out your panties from your mouth, and gently tossing them in his chair to keep them, his hands brush your hair back and tighten up your hairdo, you smile at him getting out of the back of his car helping you out, the cold air hits your face, and so does the cold reality, you sneaked your bags to your front door, running up the steps leaving your bags there so it could be easier for you to throw yourself into his arms for a last goodbye, he picks you up from the ground with no effort, his arm around your waist and his hand gripping your bum, making you both laugh, and you kiss him, hard, breaking away from the kiss with such sadness, "I'll miss you"

"Better start packing your bags babydoll," You already pictured your life with him, and before you left you made sure to exchange numbers, laughing at him because he didn't know how to do it, he made sure twice to have your number before you left, at exactly the time your mom asked you to be home you opened the door of your house.

"Hi," You said breathlessly.

"Hello," She says looking at you strangely, "Why is your face all red? And who gave you that dress?! I told you to not-" You took a step back the moment she tried to pull on the ends of your dress, you felt your heart about to spill out of your mouth.

"No, no, Mom, I swear I bought it with my friends before we went to dinner" You smiled, "One of them wanted to get something from the mall so we all went, and I just liked the dress" She scans your face, clearly you were feeling tense since you couldn't just walk away from her but eventually she let you go, still not trusting the words that came out of your mouth but when does she ever, you were glad Mister Turner was kind enough to keep the box while you hid his presents in your bags, Jesus, you didn't know what would your mother do to you if she were to find out what was beneath your dress.

That night you got a few sweet messages from Alex, you couldn't get him out of your head, what would your life be like with him, you felt a warm feeling in your stomach, a tight knot you always felt in your tummy, was now gone, and he makes you the happiest girl, and you would make sure to keep him the happiest man.

A/N

Sorry for not updating in a bit, had a rough couple of days, but happy New Year's everyone, I have a lot in store for you and me this year, hope you enjoy this wrap with one of the most claimed shots of all, Mister Turner has came back, lots of love from your girl. I hope all of your wishes and manifestations come true this year!

And to answer your question I get all of the pictures from pinterest and tumblr, here is my pinterest in case you wanna check it out!

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