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dev1lm4n · 11 months
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ko-fi | series masterlist
pairing: porn star!joel miller x f!reader
summary: you're wicked fantasies' number one fan, who would've guessed that he'd be a part of your host family.
word count: 3.9k
warnings: explicit (18+), pre-apocalypse, masturbation, internet porn, age gap (joel's in his mid 30's and reader is in her early 20's), reader is an exchange student but nationality is not mentioned
notes: this is set on 2013 like the game, but characters are potrayed like how they did in the series. send me a req or chat me!
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To say you’re obsessed would be an understatement to the severity of your addiction. 
Enslaved to this certain habit of yours, your mind was wrapped around it like a wrapper to a gas station lollipop. Tacky and overzealous. A constant revolting urge that needed relieving, tension that made guts throb and lungs squeaking out for dear life when not pleased. This addiction of yours wasn’t as customary as slender rolls of cigarettes and weed brownies, it was a little odd and shameful to admit to. Still, it was a part of you. Even when you’d rather shuffle it into a dark corner than be confronted by it.
You couldn’t remember how it all started, but it seems to have taken on a life of its own. Would it be shameless if you openly admit that you always open up a schedule for it? It became a routine. Perhaps the unfinished papers, the impossibly low marks, and the frequent suffering was what drove you to it. It served as an easy release. No hassle. No awkward ha-ha-has and faking ah-ah-ahs. No mindless chattering over football or the current state of the government to earn what you truly want: a good fucking orgasm.
This addiction comes in the form of a man. 
A man who exists within the confines of your 13-inch laptop. More precisely, within a specific site that begins with the abbreviation for pornography and ends with hub.
Your eyes cruised over the edge of your lousy laptop, which still continues to emit a weird helicopter noise despite your latest visit to a technician, to find the time. To your pleasure, it marked precisely 11 PM, the exact time in which you promised yourself to put an end to your essay despite how unmethodical it looked. A silent smile made its way to your lips as your cursor quickly pressed the x button, before surely making its way to create a new tab.
“P”
Just the single letter quickly brought up your most frequent website. A simple website predominantly black with splashes of yellow accents, though what was exceptionally appealing was the instant stimuli given from the front page. Your eyes twinkled like a starved pervert. What greeted your eyes first was a lady facing your way. Preppy rounded glasses with a shade of mauve lipstick you’re quite fond of, dressed in what you could only assume to be a dollar tree medical gown. She looked like she’s in pure bliss, like the curved cock stuffing her cunt was enough to leave her boneless. “Creepy Doctor Convinces Young Asian Medical Intern to Fuck to Get Ahead” - what an odd title you remark internally.
You scrolled lower with two fingers on the track pad as if it’d get interesting - you knew it wouldn’t, but you couldn’t help feeling curious at what other people jerk off to. “Amateur FOURSOME have FUN. Rough, wet, & sloppy” was what caught your eyes next by the sheer visual it played out as a preview. Two girls were slobbering on two separate weeping cocks. Blinding porn lighting harsh against their faces as they forced their heads down it with overdone expressions. You knew it didn’t feel good. Not when he’s rubbing her labia like a DJ. Not when he’s pistoning in her like he’s a horse in heat with no tempo whatsoever. Were you being way too tough on porn production? Unreasonably so.
Just like you’re programmed in your line of codes, you typed out his channel next.
“Wicked Fantasies”
His channel popped up on top with 150K subscribers, 4.1K friends, and 50.7M video views. For a minute, your mind raced to imagine if you’d stood out to him compared to the rest of his 149.999 subscribers. If he'd like you. If you're pretty enough to join his selected pick of co-stars. It’s stupid, you’re painfully aware, to fantasize about getting personal with a porn actor. You shook the silly thought away immediately as you slowly glided your fingers across your touchpad to admire his works. He was just so.. breathtaking in every single video despite the lack of face in some. A diverse line of co-stars - pale, tanned, dark - did nothing but help put his devilish charms forth.
You let your fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, the part that’s lightly exposed. It’s shameful to admit that you’ve watched all his videos, but you did. Each and every one of them with no fail. Despite the familiarity, every footage presented on his page does nothing but rile you up, sending you to a frenzied madness. You let out a small longing sigh. Your gentle fingers slowly brush over the thin material of your panties, over your throbbing hole, feeling the moisture grow there.
“20 year old Babysitter takes a rough fucking for extra cash Watch her face when it goes in!” appealed to you more than anything. Partially because you’d wish you could babysit his children if it meant you’d be able to get that kind of method of transaction, you practically salivate at the thought alone. The preview played. Short clips compiled together to compel watchers and god damn was it working. Your breath grew shallow as if the oxygen surrounding you was as good as solid matter. Still, you worked your way down the page to evaluate all your options thoroughly.
“Please cum in my pussy. Sweet May earns a huge creampie after a deep sensual fucking” was what you settled with. His promise was what drew you in, to cum in her pussy and show his masterpiece. The way you clicked onto the title was feverish, even more when you had it on full screen. Your laptop was cushioned on a haphazard of pillows, allowing you to get into a more accommodating position. You laid on your side, before shuffling off your shorts from the waist band. A nervous puff of air barely escaped your lips as you clicked play.
The video ran.
Your throat bobbed nervously.
His videos were always edited in a way that shows his age. Cursive letters noting down his and his co-star’s name - with a font you knew only people over the age of thirty would use - entered your screen for a split second before it quickly cuts off to another scene. What you could only describe as a reassuring grunt seeped through your cable earphones and onto your nerve receptors, causing your hole to twitch impatiently.
You could see him clearly now.
Well, not all that clear, but you could see his half hard cock prodding the girl’s soft lips. Her dirty blonde hair framed her face prettily as she took him in with such expertise. He molded her mouth to the shape of his cock - slow but sure - right to the very hilt, before pulling her back out. A sloppy wet trail left behind to gleam under the dim lights. It’s incredibly sensual, none of the obviously fake porny moans in motion, and it left you wondering if he’d morph your chaste mouth to the size of his as well. Would he like that? 
Another scene cuts through the view. This time he was gently running his calloused fingers down her core, barely over the thick stripe of hair, then it went over her hip bone and back to her thighs. May, who you knew by heart from all the videos she had with him, didn’t say a word. Not even a small hitch in her breath. If you were there, you’d sure to be a whimpering mess just by him touching. Just by that throaty chuckle he lets out when he's amused.
You’re five minutes into the video when he finally relieved you of your suffering. He was on his knees, bending her pliant body down on her fours. His large hands gripped over the skin on May’s hip for support as he sheathed himself in one go. It went deep, you know that for sure from the way she let out a satisfied moan. Her face contorted when he pulled back and thrusted all the way in once more. You could feel it now; the way your pelvis spasmed at the sight even when you’re barely hovering your palm over your clothed center. She was the one getting fucked, but you could feel his phantom thrust pounding slowly. Over and over again.
He was cut off right by the shoulder, but he made an appearance when he slightly leaned down to gather her hair into a loose bundle and he was a dream. Dark hair with light speckles of grays you could barely make out from the quality of the video. His brown eyes pierced into the camera - as if he’s watching your needy expression, making fun of the way you couldn’t help but rub your fingers over your sensitive nub because God does it feel good. It sent shivers right down your spine,  
You were entirely sure he was trying to edge you, because the next scene had you bucking your knees forward to add that extra pressure. He had May down on her back with his camera hovering over her, capturing the way in which he forced his way in. His ruddy tip nudged her hole as if it was a gentle knock to a neighbor’s door. It wasn’t enough anymore, you had to pull your panties to the side. With your bare cunt exposed, you gently tapped your clit with the tip of your finger, feeling the sensitivity start to build at the directness.
Your unoccupied hand slowly slipped under your shirt, tracing over your oversensitive skin before it nestled around your nipple, squeezing and running your fingers right on the center of the hardened lump. May didn’t even resemble you, but you could fantasize yourself in her position. He abandoned the camera spotlighting his close-ups to bend her in a nicer position. With her legs up together facing the ceiling above them, in order to create a nice tightness for him to make use of. May bit her thumb in exchange. A chorus of soft, feather-light feminine moans followed his every move. You could hear him now, breathing terribly unstable as he found a way to insert himself deeper.
“Such a smart girl,” he whispered.
He had her in a mating press. His large forearm supported the rock of his hips and you obsessed over it, how it’d perhaps feel when he held her by the thighs. How it’d feel if it found its way around your neck to constrict it, to choke you as he bullied his cock in your leaking pussy. You let your pointer finger spread the slickness down your heat, making its rounds around your clit, before probing it right inside. Just one because that's all you managed to get confident in. The cushy feeling was way too familiar for you and you wished it was someone else’s finger - maybe a larger one like Wicked Fantasies’ - but you’re well grateful with yours.
“Yeah. You like it deep?”
He asked with that Texan twang of his. The teasing lilt of his voice does well to compliment the skillful way in which he stretched May’s hole. You could barely see him in frame, but you’d catch glimpses of his boyish grin each time. It drove you to pump your finger faster, In and out, in and out, steady to the way he moved his hips.
“You feel it in your tummy?”
He attempted once again, but the helpless girl could only moan out a barely there response. You were reacting frantically though. So turned on by the sight alone that you had to dig your canines onto the tender skin of your hand. You wanted him so badly, it’s making you spill all over. Slick ran down your thighs to your unmade bed, drool spread across your hand as you continued to muffle out your pathetic noises.
“Please cum in my pussy,” May could hardly whimper. The desperation in her voice made you grind your pelvis onto your palm in an equally desperate manner.
“You want me to cum in your pussy? Want me to fill you up?”
Yes, please, please fill me up, plagued your mind. You curled your fingers inside, a pathetic attempt to stroke that sweet spot inside. 
Over and over again as the man in the video groaned lowly. When he let out an almost animalistic growl to end his rodeo, you faltered quickly. Your leg twitched as your orgasm began to taper. Quickly like a full sweep on a bowling course, knocking down all that’s left of your dignity. You managed to keep your voice low, but you couldn’t say the same about the absurd amount of wetness soiling your bed sheets. The scene cut off to him showing off his pearlescent load deep inside of her and it almost made you cum a second time.
Wicked Fantasies had 149.999 other subscribers, but you’re sure you were the filthiest out of all of them.
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Austin was nothing like you’d expect. The vibrant blue van you’ve rode in for an entire day or so slowly rolled to a stop in front of a classic suburban home. Empty roads and loud calls of cockerels audible even from within the confines of metal walls. The van’s engine hummed softly as it idled, tinted windows reflecting the honeyed rays of the morning sun. This was your stop. A house of character with an eye-catching letter eleven hammered sloppily down the porch, a lone pick-up truck parked right down the center, and a red mailbox that was stuffed to the very brim with spam.
As you stepped out, you were quickly enveloped by warm air, causing beads to form evidently on your forehead. The humid climate was a good reminder that you’ve stepped into another realm, a new page to your life which held Texas’ scorching sun and faint whiffs of leather. You looked rather.. constipated standing on the very end of the driveway. Like a knock-off salesman with a large tote slung over your left shoulder and a suitcase tight against your right. The look on your face didn’t help either, a concoction of sleep deprived and nervous.
You willed yourself to march towards the front porch.
That went well.
What came next was to knock and you swore you get entirely weak in the knees when the realization came sweeping in.
After a series of pacing back-and-forth and tugging at both ends of your lips to train a polite smile on, you knocked on the large front door. Once. Twice. Then, one last time. Wooden doors always sound incredibly heavy and imposing, you cringed at the mere sound.
A few hurried thuds echoed to where you’re standing and you’ve never felt more desperate to make a run for it before someone made it to the front door. What if they’re a sleazy nasty couple who’d want to traffic you into some weird foot-fetish chain? What if they’re a pair of delusional flat earth believers that unironically declined the existence of climate change? What if-
The door swung open in one grand motion. 
You had always been a pessimist - the world always seems to fuck you up in the most creative way possible - but what met your gaze was a young girl. Her hair was like coils of pure earth, softly reflecting the light of the sun; each curl trembled subtly in a humid breeze, a compliment to her doe eyes. She greeted you with a gentle smile. One that speaks language the two of you understood without fail. In return, you tilted your head in a friendly manner as you adorned a sheepish look.
“Hey. You’re the exchange student, right? Come inside!” She invited you in with an astonishing amount of energy considering it’s barely past six. “I’ve been waiting for you all morning, y’know.”
You nodded surely as you awkwardly shimmied your way around her lithe figure. It’s taking all of you to not do a full head-to-toe scan of what she looks like out of sheer curiosity, but you thrive in the short glances you could catch of her. Was she the daughter in this family? It’d be nice to have someone you could relate to, maybe.. maybe you could even paint your nails together and relish in fun girly activities.
“Sorry. Our van broke down on the highway,” you gave your lousy excuse.
“No need. My dad’s not even up yet,” she spoke with a small sigh. Her long fingers massaged circles on her knotted temple as if emphasizing her irritation. “Just put your bags down here. I’ll sort ‘em out for you this afternoon.”
With her confirmation in mind, you pushed your suitcase over to one side of the hallway, along with the tote which weighed more than you do. Without the accessories you’ve been holding onto from the very start of your trip, you felt naked and exposed. Unsure of how to position your arms and legs. It wasn’t a good look, but you stood entirely still like a Barbie display. Both of your eyes stared down at the younger girl as she swayed her hips to the light music, cooking up something skillfully with the flip of her hand.
“What’s your name?”
“Sarah. Sarah Miller. I know what yours is from my dad,” she looked over her shoulder cheekily.
“Sarah’s a nice name.”
“Is it? I think it sounds aggressively Texan. Like I’d go yeehaw, howdy young lady with cowboy boots and a good plaid shirt on,” she chuckled. “Oh and then I’d lasso you real good.”
Her remarks were as refreshing as a summer breeze even when they’re a tad bit snarky. You already knew that she’s going to get along incredibly well with you. Witnessing her shimmy her shoulders carelessly made you unaware of the heavy thump steadily making its way down the stairs.
“There’s the genius who landed me the name,” Sarah whistled out, pulling you out of your hazy daze.
You turned your head in a one-eighty motion, every last inch of self-control being betrayed at the motion of being finally able to see the man who’d house you. The head of the house who’d you continue to see for the rest of the year. There was a lot of expectation you bore on your shoulders, but what fell beneath your eyes exceeded everything. You weren’t even doing a good job in pretending you’re not entirely taken aback, wide-eyes bulged out of your sockets and you looked more like a cartoon sheep more than anything.
He was beautiful. 
“Hey, babygirl,” he greeted Sarah with that rugged voice of his. You could hear the weight of his step as he made his way over to his daughter. Every move that he made, even the part where he hastily tucked his shirt in his worn-out jeans, made your blood drain. At his arrival, he wrapped his large forearm around her shoulders before landing a sweet kiss on top of her head.
“Our guest has arrived, hm?”
“Yes. You were rude not to greet her in front of our door,” Sarah protested openly as she took hold of the plates she cooked up. She made a double trip from the kitchen to the dining table for the first time in forever since they’re finally upgrading to a three person party.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he offered her a gentle apology before taking a seat in front of the piping hot plates. His legs spread out enough to occupy two leg spaces, though he was left in a masculine position that was charming enough to have you forgive the action. Sarah placed a carton of orange juice on the table aggressively. Some of the containings spurted out and left a pooling mess right by his plate.
“No coffee for you today, dad,” she huffed. Sarah was impatient in starting her breakfast, cutleries already in hand as she dug into the charred sausages.
That was until she realized that you were still standing there on the edge of the room, as out-of-place as ever, looking down at the two as if you’re watching a live sitcom show.
“You’re invited to breakfast too, y’know,” she laughed good-naturedly.
“Oh yeah. Sorry,” you muttered out a brief apology at that before making your way over to the empty seat between the two Millers.
For once, you hoped Sarah wasn’t observant enough to notice the way in which you had your eyes stuck to Mr. Miller’s face with every step that you took. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. You guessed he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a weak, embarrassed smile. It didn't help that he wasn’t so modest with it. You weren’t sure if you’re imagining things, but you swore his every movement held intention. What his intention was you couldn’t figure out just yet.
“So you’re in your third year of college?” He attempted small talk. You knew it was small talk, but the way he looked in your eyes with such grave intensity had you faltering.
“Yeah. I am.”
“Thought I’d bring a college gal in to bring good influence to this naughty daughter of mine,” he grinned. “She’s been slackin’ off as of lately.”
Sarah beamed him a petulant pout, in which he responded with a handsome smile. His dark brown hair bounced around seamlessly and for a second, just for a split second, he looked rather.. familiar. Was he an old neighbor of yours by chance?
“What d’ya major in?”
“Computer science. I know. Real nerdy, but I swear I’m not a nerd,” you explained before stuffing your mouth with a generous amount of scrambled eggs.
“I don’t know. You’re not all that believable,” Sarah teased. “Bet you read weird comic books for a hobby.”
You jutted out your lips playfully at her response, which earned a hearty set of snickers from your side. Mr. Miller was thoroughly amused by the banter you’ve played out in front of him and in response, blessed you with an array of gruff chuckles. One in which you swore you’ve heard before. The memory was right there on the back of your head, but you could barely reach out for it at the moment.
“Such a smart girl,” he spoke mindlessly.
It was the exact phrase that made your mind slot in the last piece of puzzle to what you’ve been searching for, a reason of why you think he was oddly familiar when you knew for a fact that he lived miles away from you. You weren’t hallucinating, nor were you delusional. 
You knew him.
Far better than you knew anyone else.
He was the man you’ve been watching every day of the week, whether in the depth of the evening or the early mornings. He was the exact man you’ve fantasized for years on end, stuffing your pussy with your fingers or even your toothbrush if you’re feeling adventurous to the thought of him ravaging you. You knew every part of his body, every beauty mark and calluses. You knew which things he liked the most, how he enjoyed being licked on his tip or how he enjoyed plunging into the very hilt. You knew the noises and praises he’d let out.
You knew him in the foulest manner possible.
“Are you okay?” Sarah’s voice brought you back into the real world. The world in which you’re sitting across your porn star crush, eating a good plate of breakfast as if everything is normal. 
“Yeah,” you breathed out the palpable tension.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
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mahou-furbies · 1 month
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57 years of magical girls!
List of series they're from:
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Row 1: Sally the Witch, Himitsu no Akko-chan, Cutie Honey, Mahou Shoujo Lalabel, Minky Momo, Creamy Mami
Row 2: Persia the Magic Fairy, Magical Emi, Pastel Yumi, Sailor Moon, Magic Knight Rayearth, Wedding Peach
Row 3: Nurse Angel Ririka SOS, Saint Tail, Cardcaptor Sakura, Mahou Tsukai Tai, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne
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Row 1: Ojamajo Doremi, Corrector Yui, Time Stranger Kyouko, Tokyo Mew Mew, Cosmic Baton Girl Comet-san, W.i.t.c.h.
Row 2: Pretear, Princess Tutu, Mermaid Melody, Kamichama Karin, Sugar Sugar Rune, Winx Club
Row 3: Futari wa Precure, Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, Uta Kata, Fushigiboshi no Futagohime, Happy Seven, Shugo Chara!
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Row 1: Futari wa Precure Splash Star, Powerpuff Girls Z, Nanatsuiro Drops, Yes! Precure 5, Balala the Fairies, Kaitou Tenshi Twin Angel
Row 2: Fresh Precure!, Invaders of the Rokujouma!?, Umimonogatari, Heartcatch Precure!, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Row 3: Wish Upon the Pleiades, Suite Precure, Magical Lollipop, Symphogear, Smile Precure!, Magical Girl Ore
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Row 1: Vividred Operation, Doki Doki! Precure, Day Break Illusion, Magical Girl Site, Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya, Katsute Mahou Shoujo to Aku wa Tekitai shiteita.
Row 2: 6 Hearts Princess, Kill la Kill, Samurai Flamenco, Happiness Charge Precure!, Magica Wars, Machikado Mazoku
Row 3: Yuuki Yuuna is a Hero, Lolirock, Go! Princess Precure, Miss Guillotine, Mahou Shoujo Nante Mouiidesukara, Sleepless Domain
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Row 1: Punch Line, Apricot Cookie(s)!, Magical Girl Spec Ops Asuka, Concrete Revolutio, Miraculous Ladybug, Magical Suite Prism Nana
Row 2: Myriad Colors Phantom World, Nurse Witch Komugi-chan R, Mahou Tsukai Precure!, Flowering Heart, Mahou Shoujo? Naria☆Girls, Magical Girl Raising Project
Row 3: Matoi the Sacred Slayer, Flip Flappers, Balala the Fairies: Over the Rainbow, Pop in Q, Acro Trip, Kira Kira Precure a la Mode
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Row 1: Märchen Mädchen, Twin Angel Break, Re:Creators, Magia Record, Cloudy Wondrous, Strawberry Seafoam
Row 2: HUGtto! Precure, Balala the Fairies: Ocean Magic, Tsukurotte Piature, Gushing Over Magical Girls, Star Twinkle Precure, Stellar Witch LIPS
Row 3: Healin’ Good Precure, Catch Teenieping, Mewkledreamy, Dame Daffodil, Sasaki and Peeps, Tropical Rouge! Precure
Pic 7
Row 1: Blue Reflection Ray, Magical Mom, Magilumiere Co. Ltd., Tea Tea Cherry, Delicious Party Precure, Balala the Fairies: Magic Star Fate Castle
Row 2: Hirogaru Sky! Precure, Magical Destroyers, Magical Girl Tsubame: I Will (Not) Save the World!, Wonderful Precure!
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nnon0 · 8 days
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sluttyminghao · 9 months
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by the pool | lee chan
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brothers bestfriend!chan x female!reader ; 1k ; smut ; warnings: pool setting, public indecency, public teasing, slight thigh riding, chan knows where the clit is, chan is a cocky mf ; a/n: chanrot go brrrr, if you want a second part let me know! thank u to @playmetheclassics for brainstorming with me hehe
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you couldn't stop staring at him. you knew he was fit, but you didn't know the true extent of it until he had stripped his body of the loose-fitting shirt. the way his back muscles rippled underneath the pale flesh, it made your mouth water.
but there was no way you would initiate anything with him. he was your brother's best friend and would most likely beat your ass if you so much as kissed his cheek. you can't fall in love with lee chan, you simply can't.
or maybe you can, and he doesn't have to know.
"Hey! Take a picture, it'll last longer sweetheart," a cheeky voice erupts through your thoughts and you realize that not only had you been spacing out, but you had been spacing out and staring directly at Chan. you feel your cheeks burn and have to hide behind a book, hoping he doesn't notice how you press your thighs together.
But he does notice. He takes the time while you're distracted by your book to gawk at your legs, and how long they appear with the way you're laying on the chair. Chan doesn't stop there, he makes a point of eyeing off your tits, the thin material covering them only driving him closer to the edge of insanity.
Chan can feel his cock twitch. He's got half a mind to tell everyone else at the pool to fuck off so he can get you in here and fuck you stupid.
"Lunch is ready! Come and get it!" Seungcheol's booming voice cascades over the backyard and everyone leaves the pool and poolside in droves, however, you stay on your chair and simply put your book down and place your hair into a high ponytail.
"Are you going to get some lunch?" Chan observes you intently as you slowly make your way to the pool, feeling his cock twitch again as he watches your beautiful figure grow closer to the edge of the pool.
"I'm not hungry just yet, I figured I would swim a bit before heading in and getting something later." You reply, letting your toe dip into the water to get a feel of the temperature. Without hesitating further, you dive bomb into the pool, a large wave coming up around you and in the process, splashing Chan.
He splutters and coughs, but quickly adjusts himself as you emerge from under the water. His eyes widen at the sight of you, your bikini top had come undone from the intensity of hitting the water, and your tits are exposed for his view.
"God, they're perfect," Chan mumbles, and when you finally realize what had occurred, you felt your cheeks burn and your arms immediately come up to cover your chest. You can feel your nipples harden up from the coolness of the water, and you can feel a warmth in your stomach you can't quite identify, but you're pretty sure it's being caused by the lustful stare radiating from Chan.
"Don't hide them, I wanna see you. I wanna see all of you." His voice has dropped an octave and his body begins to cage you in against the side of the pool, feeling the concrete scrape against your back. You swallow the lump in your throat as he rests his arms on the pool edge, and he's close enough that you can smell his musky cologne, mixed with chlorine.
He doesn't hesitate to press his lips to yours, and you immediately melt into his touch. You can taste the cherry lollipop he'd been sucking on earlier, as well as the slightly salty taste of the chlorine, and while it's an odd mixture, it's also weirdly addicting.
With his lips on yours, he lets one of his hands wander to your breasts and begins to squeeze lightly at the flesh. He feels you gasp against his lips, and takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against your own quickly, before retracting and letting his lips press to yours again.
In the midst of your haze, you can feel Chan's muscular leg slide between your thighs, and the friction of his leg mixed with the water sends a shockwave of electricity sparking through your body, igniting every nerve and lighting your body on fire.
"I need to fuck you, so bad, but not here," he mumbles as he slightly pulls away from your lips, one of his hands dropping from your tits down to where your bikini bottom starts, letting his fingers tease the edge of the fabric.
"I want you to fuck me until all I can say is your name," you moan, feeling his fingers slip past the flimsy fabric and graze against your folds. He groans at your statement and lets his fingers find your clit, his fingers circling the nub until you're gripping his shoulders and definitely leaving crescent marks on his skin.
"God, okay, let's get out of here, I need you so bad," Chan whispers in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. He pulls his fingers away from you and you suddenly feel much colder, but he quickly ushers you out of the pool and wraps a towel around you.
You don't feel cold for long though, because Chan stands behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, and his head drops so that he can plant teasing kisses along your neck.
You can feel the arousal pooling in your abdomen and in your bikini bottoms, and it doesn't help that he lets his hands wander again until they're just grazing your clit over the fabric. You gasp and throw him a warning glare, to which he can only chuckle.
"relax, baby, let's go back to my place and I'll fuck you so dumb you won't even remember my name."
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-lifeguard!James Potter x reader
He haunts me everywhere I go.
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“James, you’ve a pool to be guarding” you giggle as he pushes you against the lockers the cold metal sending a shiver across your flushed skin. It’s probably been the most boring day, which was surprising with how hot it was.
He pushes himself against you, his hands against your hips. Enjoying the way you squirm ever so slightly as he leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw down to your neck.
“Mhm, my shift is over in like a minute sweetness” he tries to reason, his hands rubbing against the curves of your sides.
He’s so undeniably pretty underneath the afternoon light, the orangey hues dusting against his sun-kissed skin. You notice how his damp curly hair sticks against his forehead and how there’s a slight glisten to his naked chest.
“Remus will come looking for us” you whisper and you don’t think he’s listening as he continues to pepper kisses across your skin, his teeth nipping at the sensitive parts of your neck. He loves the small sighs that fall from you and how your fingers thread through his hair urging him closer to you.
He smiles against your sticky skin, “He definitely won’t he’s too busy with Sirius” he tells you, fingers dancing dangerously on the waistband of your bikini pants. “God you’re so pretty, you know that? Splashing around in that pool” He smiles at the way you go all bashful as his thumb grazes along your jaw.
“Yeah, you remind me like ten times a day” You giggle, and he whispers a quiet ‘good’ against your lips. You can hear the splashing of the water just outside the locker room, the laughter and different conversations but you just cannot bring yourself to care as James completely takes your breath away, tilting his head to deepen the sweet kiss.
He pushes his tongue against yours and you can taste the sweetness of the cherry lollipop he had earlier, you think you might just go insane.
“James, really we shouldn’t- you’ll get into so much trouble” You let out a breathy giggle as he rests his forehead against yours.
He knows you’re right and he definitely cannot afford to lose this job, not when you two have an apartment, “Alright, you’ll still keep my company right?” He chides, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Yeah of course- who knows I might need you to save me” you tease, running your hand down his stomach. Your finger hooks underneath the sting of his whistle that hangs around his neck, and you pull him down to give him one last sweet kiss. He watches as you walk back outside, eyes falling to the sway of your hips, chasing after you with love-sick eyes.
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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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Your second day isn’t as intimidating. You find your desk by yourself and even remembered your honey bear mug! You tuck your bag underneath as your computer boots and check your phone for any updates from your blog. Nothing special, just a hobby.
You yawn and sign in, taking two tries to remember your credentials correctly. You check the shared calendar and see that you have a meeting after lunch with IT. Daniella mentioned you had to get your security passes before the end of the week, that’s probably what that’s for.
You swivel back and forth as you open up your training list. You’re making good progress. You think. You don’t really know. It seems like a lot and despite feeling as if you’ve run a marathon, there are only a few ticks marked off.
Before you dive in, you need a pick-me-up. You really liked that butterscotch coffee but you might try something new. You enter the kitchen and wait behind a woman you don’t know as she brews her coffee. When she’s done, she returns your ‘good morning’ but doesn’t stop to chat. Must be a busy day.
You place your cup on the tray and pick out a French Vanilla pod. You don’t really know what the difference between regular vanilla and French vanilla is. Maybe the French stuff is fancy. Ooh la la.
You hum as the coffee grinds. It sounds angry. Well, it is probably the most overworked fellow in this place. Every day, seeing the heart caffeine hounds, having them poke his face, and glare until he does his jobs.
It’s a machine. Your mother always said you put a bit too much empathy into objects without sentience. Well, your English teacher shouldn’t have made you read that book about Electric Sheep or whatever.
Your cup is full and you grab it, focused on putting the lid on it to keep it nice and warm. As you turn, you fail to stop in time. Your hand knocks against the man’s chest and you gasp as coffee splashes onto his dark shirt. Not much as you manage to block most of it but enough to make him grunt and step back.
It’s him! Oh no. You’ve upset him again.
“I’m sorry, mister,” you say as you hold out your dripping cup, “I didn’t hear you. You sure are quiet.”
He grumbles and stomps to the sink, slamming his mug down as he snatches paper towels from the dispenser. You bite your lip nervously and near. You keep your cup from dripping onto your light blue cardigan with the little white clouds.
“Can I have some–”
He wipes his hands and shirt with a growl. He swipes up his cup without and answer and moves around you to the coffee machine. His cup hits the tray hard and he jabs the screen as it beeps at him in demand of a pod. He takes one and peels open the package before shoving it inside.
“I’m really sorry,” you say as you dry off your cup and fix the lid firmly, “you snuck up on me… like a wolf.”
He shakes his head and looks at the ceiling. He’s tall, his posture is straight and unbending, making you more conscious of your slouching. He wears all black that day, it makes him look lean, and the silver rings shine around his fingers. You only then notice the stud in his ear.
“Oh! I like your earring–”
“Why are you talking to me?” He snarls without looking at you.
You recoil and sputter. You’re not being rude. You’re just trying to be nice. He reminds you of that guy in university who used to call you airhead.
“Because… I wanna?” You say with a shrug, “I still didn’t get your name.”
“Look, I’m not interested in making friends. I come in,” he takes his cup from the tray, “do my work,” he points at you past the porcelain, “and I mind my goddamn business.”
He turns and strides out, another beastly sneer rolling out of him. You furrow your brow and pout at the door. Tammy enters with her own mug, a bright pink thing with a picture of Dolly Parton on it. Ah, you get it, 9-5.
“Ugh, that man is always in a mood,” she says.
“Yeah…” you agree thinly.
“Try not to get in his way. Five years and he’s never said a word to me. It’s too bad, he’s not bad on the eyes.”
You don’t acknowledge her last sentence. It’s not very appropriate for the workplace and she’s married. Quite happily as she only ever talks about her husband. You tell her to enjoy her coffee and go back to your desk.
Maybe you should just steer clear. Eat at your desk or somewhere else.
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airybcbyy · 9 months
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Ranpo Edogawa Headcanons!
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a/n — in honor of season 5 and ranpo being my favorite character ever here are some headcanons !
content — just ranpo hcs, cute relationship hcs, slight nsfw hcs, food play (?) , praise kink, top, bottom , switch dynamics, gn reader(?), that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis — ranpo edogawa little headcanons, ranpo in a relationship headcanons, and slightly nsfw ranpo headcanons!
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casual headcanons!
ranpo has a fear of the dark and will carry a flashlight on him at all times and refers to it as his “light of truth”
ranpo , as we all know, has a sweet tooth; so i hc that his favorite soft drink is cherry coke with several splashes of vanilla!
ranpo may seem like someone who doesn’t care for responsibility, so you’d think he wouldn’t like animals, but i hc that he’s a cat person!
ranpo gets hiccups easily!
ranpo hates going shopping
ranpo finds mystery novels boring since he could solve them within reading the first sentence (idk if this is canon or not but yk)
ranpo is a big houseplant person , but hates watering them
ranpo will make bets with kenji as to how much candy he can carry from the candy store back to the agency just so he can get his candy and not have to walk to get it!
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relationship headcanons!
being in a relationship with ranpo will challenge you intellectually
dating ranpo will mean that you will always be bickering over small things: like who’s turn it was to cook, who was supposed to take out the trash, and much more.
dates with ranpo will consist of solving mysteries, riddles, and even doing puzzles together!
ranpo will play silly pranks on you just to please his mischievous side that he only really gets to show with you and certain agency members.
dating ranpo will mean that you always have someone who believes in you no matter what
ranpo is a secret romantic and will constantly shower you with love and affection
on anniversaries, ranpo will give you chocolates and flowers every year along with some wine!
(yes he eats most of the chocolates but it’s the thought that counts)
ranpo is a night owl and will always keep you up at night just to keep a conversation going.
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NSFW HEADCANONS!
ranpo is very big on food play and will experiment with whipped cream and even lollipops
ranpo is a switch, but he prefers bottoming as to save his energy
when you’re riding him, ranpo will have a lollipop in his mouth and only take it out to praise you
ranpo will give you praise at any point, but whenever he’s getting praise? it’s a whole different ball game
when praised, ranpo will get all whiney and beg for more
ranpo is either very vocal or very quiet during sex, there’s no in between
ranpo doesn’t have a very strong sex drive, but will happily pleasure you when you want it
ranpo is a giver more than a receiver when it comes to giving head, he just likes to watch you squirm underneath him
his aftercare is pretty lazy, ranpo will just get a warm cloth and water for you then fall asleep
that’s it! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!
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don't know how to be something you miss
Wednesday Addams x Reader
Summary: On a rainy day, Wednesday recalls pieces of your story together through memories, and wonders if you miss her too.
Requested by anon
A/N: Soft!Wednesday because that's my thing now. This request was really fun to make, hope you like it, let me know. All flashbacks are in italics.
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There's something unusual on Wednesday's side of the dorm.
It's small, insignificant, private because there's no one else here to witness it.
Her typewriter still sits by the end of her dark-colored bed, her cello is still stashed beside her wardrobe and her window is still the opposite of Enid's; devoid of color, creating soft shadows on the wooden floor as the rain falling outside collides with it.
But there's an anomaly on the black-and-white hues of Wednesday's side.
The Addams girl sits on the floor beside her bed, her back resting against the cold wall. She hugs her knees close to her chest, making herself smaller; she's wearing a lilac hoodie, one hand gripping its fabric as she holds herself together and the other clutching a polaroid picture, the hood is over her head and she can smell a familiar perfume.
The color is strange on her pale skin, on the black of her hair. Yet she buries herself in it.
It's pathetic. She's broken all her rules and promises.
Wednesday remembers the first time she saw the hoodie she wears;
It was potions and elixirs class, one that Wednesday enjoys most of the time; handling deadly substances was always amusing — the classroom didn't lack glass vials that were labeled 'toxic, do not ingest' and she was dying to try them out in her mixing table.
The teacher was about to start talking when a knock sounded on the door. Wednesday glared at it with disdain.
It opened to reveal you standing on the other side, a lilac hoodie draped over your uniform, a lollipop hanging from your lips, and a smile on your face that looked more like a grimace as you apologized for getting lost and arriving late. It was dismissed since it was your first day, and you were left to pick a seat.
Wednesday put on her best stern look so you wouldn't choose the empty chair beside her.
But you did anyway.
She rolled her eyes with a sigh when you sat down, instantly turning to her with a hopeful grin.
"Hi," your voice was timid and sweet.
Wednesday chanced a glance at you and your smile instantly brightened at the attention. She noticed you had captivating eyes, the strawberry confection you had on your lips was now being twirled between your fingers.
"You better be good with potions," was Wednesday's greeting.
And the mixture you made ended up creating something acidic. It melted through the table and created a dent in the floor.
Wednesday scoffs at the memory, you were always a bit reckless, following your gut even if the odds were against you. She liked that about you.
There were several things she secretly liked about you.
Sometimes she believes you have the power to read between the lines, uncover things people themselves don't realize yet.
If it wasn't for that, and your incredibly annoying persistence, maybe Wednesday would never have had a story with you at all.
Her bedroom feels bigger, lonelier; the rain doesn't help, the sound of it hitting the stone walls outside gets her mind drifting.
You jumped on the puddles, splashing water all around you and most likely inside your shoes as well.
Wednesday was staring at you with a soft scrunch on her eyebrows, wondering what was the purpose of your actions other than inconveniently soaking the floorboards later.
She was leaning back on the wall of the bee shed, under the roof, waiting out the rain. You were doing your chores as if the sun was shining in the sky. Peculiar.
"Why won't you join me, Wednesday?" You asked as if the answer wasn't obvious, as if raindrops weren't rapidly rolling down your forehead all the way to your chin.
"Because I'm sensible," Wednesday stated, her gaze following the path of a droplet that stopped by your lips. She crossed her arms over her chest, clearing her throat.
"Where's the fun in that?" You raised a brow, "the rain washes your soul, you know."
"I like my soul dark, stained, and dry."
You clicked your tongue at her answer, stalking closer with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I think that's just an excuse," you took hold of one of Wednesday's braids, twirling the end of it on your fingers.
Wednesday's lips hovered open at your audacity, her heart pushing against her ribs.
"Because we both know I'm much better at harvesting these hives."
That shook Wednesday out of her trance. She scoffed, "I can do it twice as faster with my eyes closed."
You shrugged, "I'll believe it when I see it."
"You have. And I've been here longer than you."
"Hm, these three jars of honey here say otherwise."
Wednesday clenched her jaw, it was a cheap attempt at getting her to indulge you, and she hated that it was working. She hated that the prospect of competing with you brought a thrill of excitement to her stomach.
When you stepped away, she followed, allowing the rain to pour down on her and soak her clothes and hair.
She did win in the end, and even if you lost you were still smiling widely as you two walked back to the school, feeling the smell of fresh rain hitting the tree leaves.
Mud was dragged on the floorboards of Nevermore when you got back inside and the water dripping from your clothes stained the rugs. Weems got red with anger and went on a tangent about manners.
Wednesday had to agree with you in the end. It was fun.
The rain picks up outside, the drops that hit her window are loud and the air is frigid — the wooden floor not doing much to chase it away.
If you were here you'd be scolding her, telling her to get on the warm, comfy bed. You'd take her hands on yours and complain about the coldness of them.
You'd place a kiss on each of Wednesday's knuckles if she let you. And she would; in the end, she knew she would.
But you're not here to do any of that.
A trembling breath passes through Wednesday's lips, creating a small puff of white air.
She thinks she deserves to feel the cold seeping onto her skin.
Night had long since settled in, Enid was having a sleepover at Yoko's dorm and Wednesday had the room to herself. The sounds of her typewriter were the only thing filling the air. Peaceful.
Another page was filled, she took it out with care before placing a new one in its place.
"When will you let me read it?"
Oh yeah. You're here too. Being alone feels nicer when Wednesday can feel your presence nearby.
"I doubt you'd be able to stomach it," she responded, curiosity hinting at her tone wondering if you really would read her novel or if you were just making conversation.
You're sprawled out on Wednesday's bed, laying on your stomach as you picked on a few loose strands of her dark blanket. "You underestimate me, Wednesday. The macabre has always fascinated me."
It's strange how comfortable you were in her presence, how you never once hesitated to see her darker side. Wednesday sometimes doesn't know what to make of it. There are no conditions to your apparent affection, you seemed happy to just exist beside her.
Wednesday looked at you, at the way you were swinging your feet in the air, laying your head on your forearm as you raised a brow at her; daringly.
Maybe there was a reason why she started calling upon you every time Enid left. She liked to exist in your presence too.
It was another hour before Wednesday finally stopped writing, and when she did — getting up from her chair and stretching her muscles — she noticed that you had fallen asleep. You lay in an awkward position that would surely give you neck pain later, your hand falling off the edge of the bed as you snored softly.
Wednesday didn't know what to do about you. She had a foreign feeling in her stomach upon seeing you so comfortable on her bed, her space.
The thought of waking you up didn't even cross her mind.
But you had been stupid enough to sleep on top of the covers. And it was winter.
On the guise of not wanting to hear you whinnying about being sick later, Wednesday rummaged through her wardrobe and picked up one of her oversized hoodies. She awkwardly placed it over your still body… and waited.
Eventually making herself comfortable sitting on the floor, she waited for you to wake up, intently observing your sleeping figure. Wednesday memorized your breathing pattern, eventually matching her own with yours, and when it halted for a second, she wondered what nightmares you must be having. She noticed each involuntary muscle twitch on your face, finding herself mesmerized by the way your eyebrows would furrow the slightest bit sometimes.
Was it creepy that she enjoyed watching you? Was it bad that she didn't want to look away?
Wednesday reached out with her heart in her mouth, clogging up her breathing. Her fingertips touched yours, her skin brushing against yours until she was somewhat holding your hand.
Why? She didn't know. But there was no one here for her to have the need to explain herself.
Until you returned her grip, and Wednesday's heartbeat stilled.
"Get your ass off the floor Wednesday, you'll freeze."
You had a warmth to you that was captivating. And Wednesday fell right into your trap.
She pays the price now. She never knew what it was like to miss someone until she wanted to rip her heart out. But it doesn't feel good.
Wednesday bites into her lip until she tastes blood. She wonders if you think about it too, about her.
A sharp breath enters her lungs and stays there. She wonders if she is someone worth missing.
You left, so, probably not.
Wednesday stretches her legs, leaning her head back on the wall. She could kill you for cursing her with this. But to what avail? The last living part of her would die with you anyway.
Her thumb brushes over the image of you and her on her hands, the polaroid picture is a little worn out from being kept under her pillow. It's her most valued secret.
You're smiling in the image, beside you, Wednesday has no expression as she looks at the camera; you're illuminated by countless fireworks exploding in the sky; far down, the town fair can be seen; both your hands are out of the picture but anyone could tell they were tangled together.
Wednesday Addams succumbing to something as frivolous as love?
You made it seem as simple as the raindrops that hit her window.
You were bouncing on your feet, hair up in a ponytail and lilac hoodie wrapped around your waist. Your eyes couldn't find a place to focus before your attention was already being grabbed by a new attraction at the town fair.
Wednesday followed a step behind you, colorful lights coming from the many amusement rides illuminated her skin.
"Come on, Wednesday," you fell back into step beside her, linking your arm around hers and pulling her along, "you can win me a teddy bear, it gives you an excuse to shoot something."
And she did, she won you the biggest teddy bear on the balloon shooting stand. And if she had a tiny smile on her lips as she proudly handed it to you, no one needed to know.
In exchange, you went into the haunted house with Wednesday.
"Stop squirming, this is hardly scary for a child, let alone for you," Wednesday grumbled as you walked the dark hallways of the old haunted manor, your hand clutching at her arm for dear life.
"We're walking through poorly lit hallways that are designed to scare us. I know something will happen yet I don't know when," you pointed out in a hush, your hand sneaking lower on Wednesday's arm, "of course I'm gonna be at least a little creeped out."
Not even a second later, a man poorly dressed as a zombie jumped from behind a wall. You squealed and Wednesday felt a sudden rush of protectiveness coming over her. She finally took your hand in hers.
Your fingers were snuggly intertwined with each other by the time you went into the Ferris Wheel to watch the firework show.
With little room in the cabin for you to sit, Wednesday's shoulder was flush with yours. Her hand still held onto yours. The warmth of your skin became addicting.
Way down, the town fair looked like a distant reality — for a fleeting moment it was just you, her, and the stars until fireworks started painting the sky a million colors.
And you were probably thinking the same, because you opened your purse and pulled out your instant camera, not giving Wednesday much of a warning before you snapped the picture.
"I always want to remember this day," you told her, your cheeks molding around your smile and your eyes crinkling because of it. There was a soft drizzle in the air, landing on your hair and clothes and making them shine.
Wednesday watched the firework show through your eyes, through the way it reflected on your pupils and made you glow. It was magical. You were magical in a way she's never seen before.
It was only natural for her to lean in, one hand coming up to hold your jaw so she could capture your lips with hers.
A drop of water lands on the edge of the polaroid picture, and then another, and one more on the sleeve of your hoodie, turning it a darker shade of lilac.
Wednesday frowns, until she realizes that she can't breathe, and that the droplets are coming from her eyes. She wipes her cheeks harshly, unkindly, almost bruising herself.
But she's careful with the way she dries them off the picture, gently brushing away the tears that almost landed on top of your smiling figure.
She wonders if you still want to remember that day the same way she does.
You are her best memory. And she wonders if you still want to remember her at all.
It was raining, had been for a week straight already, but today there was thunder roaring in the sky and lightning illuminating the night.
Wednesday hadn't seen you the entire day. No one had.
You were gone.
And she was losing her mind.
"What do you mean she's not in the school?" She snapped at Thing. The disembodied hand cowered at her tone. "Look again," she commanded, yet the way her words cracked at the end let the facade slip.
She was pacing back and forth on the entry hall of Nevermore, the tall wooden doors were pushed open so she had a clear view of the gates. Waiting — wishing — to see you walk through. All she saw was the rain hitting the ground and making the horizon hazy and white.
Damn you for making her care. Damn you for taking her heart. Damn you for making her realize how dreadful life is without you.
Weems walked back into the room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.
Wednesday hastily walked up to the principal, "so?"
"No teachers know of her whereabouts either." Weems sighed.
Wednesday clenched her jaw, feeling her stomach drop, "I'm going out."
Weems' features softened, yet she shook her head, "I cannot allow you to leave in these weather conditions, Miss Addams."
"Me?" Wednesday scoffed indignantly, "what about her?"
"We don't know-"
"Exactly, we don't," she interrupted Weems, urgency filling her words because the reality that you could be taken from her just like that, was too palpable, and Wednesday doesn't like to feel a pain she can't control; "for all we know we could find her dead body in the woods and-"
"What happened?"
Both Weems and Wednesday snapped their heads towards your voice, relief evident on both their faces when they saw you unharmed.
You were soaked to the bone from walking in the pouring rain, drenching the rug beneath your feet as your hair and clothes clung to your body.
Weems gave you a glare that let you know you had to explain yourself later, but she left the room right after, knowing you and Wednesday deserved some privacy.
Wednesday's hands were closed into fists beside her, nails almost digging on skin as she watched you walk up to her with a soft frown on your eyebrows; as if you were unaware of the mess your absence had caused on her, as if you didn't know her vision was blurring over because for a second she thought all she'd have of you were memories.
Wednesday was enraged, her lungs being unable to hold air properly and turning her breathing erratic, "are you stupid?" She threw at you, making you flinch.
"What the hell were you thinking?" She continued, taking a step closer to grasp at that damn hoodie you insisted on wearing all the time, "don't dare do it again you hear me? I forbid you." She emphasized each word with a shake to your body.
Your answer was to wrap your arms around her, and she fought you, tried to push you away, but your hold was stronger. You held Wednesday's body to you until she collapsed, her weight mostly supported by you as her tears mingled with the raindrops still on your skin and the wetness of your clothes seeped into hers too.
Her nails dug into the fabric of your hoodie and she buried her head in your neck; breathing you in, feeling your heartbeat against her own.
"I'm sorry. I'm okay," you mumbled countless times like a mantra, your lips brushing the shell of Wednesday's ear.
It felt like a promise that you later sealed with a soft kiss on her lips. It was a little cold and wet, but you were there.
If Wednesday knew that would be your last kiss, she'd have held on to you a little longer.
Maybe that's why she feels so miserable today, because of the rain.
It's easier to put the blame on something she can't control, something she can't regret.
Part of Wednesday wants to be selfish and only keep the good memories, not the bad ones, but sometimes your words still echo in her mind;
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I just went into town to pick something up, for you, actually. The rain picked back up on my way back… I didn't mean to make you so worried."
And her own words still plague her too;
"It was reckless, it's like you enjoy being an inconvenience sometimes, I was perfectly fine not needing anyone in my life until you showed up."
That conversation ended with you storming out of Wednesday's room, your hoodie staying behind on top of her bed. It was two weeks ago, and she never got to know what it was you wanted to give her.
You haven't exchanged a word with each other since.
Begrudgingly, Wednesday gets up from her spot on the floor. The sleeves of your hoodie pool on her wrists. Your perfume is weaker, fading with each passing day.
What happens when she can't remember what you smell like anymore? When she can't fool herself that your arms are the ones around her and not the lilac fabric?
Wednesday lifts her pillow, placing your picture under it before putting it down again.
Maybe the time to let go is nearing. But it's a hard task when she has glimpses of you every day, in every class, in every corner of the school.
She takes off your hoodie and puts it back in her wardrobe, there's a place reserved for it there. Sometimes she wonders if you'll ever come back to get it.
Wednesday goes to her bathroom and throws water on her face, she doesn't need people looking at her funny because of her red-rimmed eyes.
There's a bit of hesitance on her steps down the stairs. Dinner will be served soon and Wednesday knows what awaits her at the cafeteria, or better, who.
The sound of rain is all she can hear, it's dreadful, you've ruined it for her. You've ruined so many things for her.
Wednesday walks into the cafeteria and finds you almost immediately, in the sea of outcasts, you stand out. You always have, as much as she doesn't want to admit it. You're sitting by the window, lollipop on your lips as you talk with your friends.
Whatever it is that keeps you tied to her — magnetism, gravity, electricity; it must be a little bit of each — it's still there. Because you look her way, it's like you can feel her presence too, your lips halting in their movement when your eyes find hers. But you're shaking your head and averting your gaze from the doors she stands in front of the second after.
Sometimes Wednesday thinks you look at her with the same feelings you forced on her when you left; with longing, with sadness, with something bittersweet.
Wednesday wonders if you'd be willing to give her a second chance. She wonders if you think about her at night too.
She wonders, but she never asks. She doesn't know that all she had to do was ask.
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supercap2319 · 2 months
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"Y/N, are you sure this is going to help?" Archie asked in disbelief. It's not that he didn't trust Y/N. It just... It seemed almost comical of what he was asking him to do.
The young witch nods. "I know. It sounds ridiculous, but we do a little dance, ideally around a bonfire in the woods, but an impromptu living room dance party works too."
"But why, though?"
"Most witches or pagans believe that dancing around a fire or something boosts spiritual energy. And if you want to save your friends from the Sweet Hereafter, you're going to have to shake your sexy ass." Y/N spanks Archie's ass and winks as the ginger stallion blushed.
Y/N walked over to his phone, and a song came on as he began to dance.
Bing bang
I saw the whole gang
Dancin on my livin room rug
Flip Flop
They were doin the bop
All the teen had the dancing bug
There was lollipop, and peggy sue,
good Golly miss molly was even there too
well a Splish splash
I forgot about the bath
I went and put my dancin shoes on.
Archie watched Y/N twist and gyrate his body to the beat of the song. The young Spellman gave him a flirtious wink and silently asked him to join him. The mortal boy took a chance and joined Y/N as they cut a rug on Archie's living room floor.
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sourbinnie · 11 months
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title -> tocarte genre -> mafia!au + smut pair -> mafia!skz x gn!reader plot -> a day in the life of (y/n) dealing with their 8 lovers. warnings -> explicit sexual content (minors dni!) + blood + explicit drug use + smoking lowercase intended
valiente o gallina
a gun pointed right at me would've been a scarier experience if this guy knew what he was getting himself into. from behind i could see a shadow walking and i knew that figure too well so i decided to walk away and take my chances on this idiot who even dared try and attack me.
"looks like we're done here." the shadow with the deep voice said and fired his gun to the imbecile from earlier. felix wiped away the blood that splashed around in his clothes and looked at me, looking for any signs of terror in my face but there was none. "you got too used to this kind of life huh?" he asked as he lit up his cigarette and i just shrugged.
"i don't really care anymore, what can i say?" i said honestly as i looked at him, his freckles shining in the moonlight. he was tired but didn't seem to show it with his attitude but i knew him all too well. i leaned in as he dropped his cig to the dusty pavement. he grabbed my chin and planted a kiss on my lips as i savoured the smokiness and the bitter taste that he had.
la bolsa o la vida
as soon as i got there, they were coming back. bags of cash dropping on the table as they completed another successful deal with the other "business". jeongin dropped down next to me as his hand found it's way to my legs and squeezed my thigh. i just bit my lip 'cause he was so careless when he wanted something from me but did not give a shit if we were in public or not.
"god did i miss you." he whispered in my ear as soon as he got close to me. i decided to sit on his lap even if there was plenty of space in our couch. "wow when did my babe get so bold?" he said as i let his hands travel around my waist.
"taught from the best i guess." i said and laughed as i could tell he was impatient. evidence was found when i could feel his hard on poking at me as i let out a moan that didn't catch anyone's attention in the room except his which is the only i wanted. this was gonna be a long night.
picar medicina
"slow down baby." he said but i didn't. i went all in as i grabbed my card and piled the line up to go right through my nose. a nosebleed surely popped and made it's way down to stain the carpet, dripping red and i just laughed as everything was suddenly blurry and i felt so dizzy. "god you're insane but i love you." hyunjin said as he wiped away the blood and laid me down in his lap.
"you're so pretty jinnie, i want a taste of you." i said and he just laughed as he looked at me dearly, with those caring eyes of his. i knew i was just his the moment he looked at me that way. "jinnie i can't feel my face." i said as i touched my cheeks where he would place a kiss and the sensation would go right through my whole body as i tried to compose myself, it was just a kiss.
"it will pass, don't worry baby." he said, his hands tangling themselves in my hair as he removed some of the locks from my face and then i would feel his lips on mine. the only thing i could feel right at that moment was love.
chupar golosina
"stop doing that, i need to concentrate." jisung exclaimed but i wouldn't listen. i had found a lollipop and i was gonna use it for evil and he was the easiest to tease. i would twirl it around my tongue to then suck it all up again slowly and then rapidly. making the most obscene noises while at it but never losing my eyes that were meeting him (and his bulge forming in his pants). 
"sungie please." i said as my hand traveled to my heated core but that's when i felt him stop me as he got up and put my hands behind my back. he actually did attach them with his work tie and laughed at me as i pleaded with my eyes and pouted.
"don't give me those eyes baby and make yourself useful." he said as his hand went to his belt and then his zipper, making me bite my lip and wait as my knees got easily bruised in the carpet. "look at you, gonna take your punishment so well baby."
perder la partida
the concentration on his face was something that i loved. he was in pure game mode and i just saw how the guys around the table were looking for a solution to not lose the last match but nothing was going through their brains. i just smiled knowing he was victorious again 'cause if there was something that turned me on was seeing him with that winner smile on his face.
"my lucky charm." changbin said to me as he kissed me in front of everyone and laid down his cards. just as i predicted, he was on top once again and the rest of the guys just looked in disbelief. "now get the fuck out of my house." he said with a little smile as he pointed at the door.
as soon as everyone was out, i was on top of him once again and he squeezed me like i was gonna get out of his grip but in reality there was nowhere else i'd rather be. my legs tangling themselves in his waist as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. a long lasting kiss that i wish would never end.
beber tu saliva
"on your knees now." minho muttered as he left all his papers aside and his smirk started to grow on his face as he saw how obedient i was all of the sudden. "good girl/boy." he chuckled and looked at me, i must've looked pathetic just how he liked it.
"what do i do now, mister?" i fired back but not in a mocking way, he loved that nickname way too much. no shame though 'cause i loved making him feel good and if it meant indulging myself into his kinky world then so be it. he signaled something with his fingers, it was for me to look at him in the eye and not the floor anymore. as i did, he whispered.
"open your mouth baby." i followed the instructions and heard a noise coming from him, spit fell into my mouth and down my chin as well. "swallow now love." he said and i swallowed the saliva and wiped my chin to then lick it. "god you're a travesty baby."
jugarme la vida
i sat him down as if he didn't have one of the biggest wounds i've ever had to tend. everything was calm, the silence was comforting and it didn't feel odd to be digging through this much blood. i silently took care of him as i grabbed the bandages from the drawer and slowly wrapped his arm up as i couldn't stop looking at him shirtless. he got so big since i first met him, no doubt hitting up the gym more than he used to.
"you're looking again." he said firmly and i just nodded at his words, completely lost in his body and then his face as he got close to mine and closed the gap between us. he bit my lip and i let out an embarrassing moan that i could not believe escaped me. "you're so easy but i think i like that." seungmin said.
"the easiest one for you if that's what you like." i mumbled as i laid my head down on his shoulder. he just smiled, meeting me for another kiss that i would easily give in.
buscarme la ruina
at the end of the day i knew he was looking for me. if it wasn't for him i wouldn't be here in the first place and i was grateful he introduced me to this life, as fucked up and not easy as it is, i couldn't ask for better company. my hands tied behind my back as i entered his office, a red bow adorning them. my clothes drastically changed into something a little bit more out there, as if i was ready to be ate by my prey.
"good evening (y/n) shall we begin?" chan said as he got up and i nodded slowly but i knew exactly what he was going to say after i did that. "i wanna hear you baby, speak up." he said standing in front of me as i fell to my knees and responded.
"yes master." and that brought out a smile on his face as he lifted up my chin and made me look at him. all i could see in his eyes was my reflection and the desire that was bursting within him to have me his way. 
i couldn't be in a better place.
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thevampywolf · 2 years
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Rope And Regret
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Genre: angst
Warnings: suicide attempt (hanging), self harm, blood
Request: yes
Member: Stray Kids
Y/N shuts her eyes. With one last deep breath, she kicks the chair out from beneath her feet.
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"Okay, are we missing anything?" Chan surveys the large coffee table in front of the equally as large plush sofa. "Where's Y/N?"
Stealing one of the lollipops from the table, Jisung unwraps it as he answers. "She was in her room last time I checked."
"Well, she better get down here soon otherwise there'll be no snacks left," Chan says pointedly as he watches his friends make a lunge for the food. He sighs. "I'll go get her."
Just then, the eight of them hear a loud bang; they jump, their eyes flitting to one another in question.
"What was that?" Changbin asks. His eyebrows are furrowed as he tilts his head towards the staircase. "Did that sound like it came from upstairs to you guys?"
"It did," Felix wrinkles his nose. "Maybe Y/N tripped over some shoes."
The boys laugh amongst themselves; it's a running joke between them all that their roommate needs to be cushioned in bubble wrap at all times. She's a hazard to herself, in all possible ways.
"I'll go check," Chan says and he makes his way up the staircase.
He walks down the hall where the various doors leading to their bedrooms are; Y/N's is on the left, and Chan gently knocks on it twice.
"Y/N? Cutie, can I come in?" Chan asks in his soft voice. He frowns when there's no response; he pushes the door open and blinks hard when he realises how dark it is. He steps forward and immediately trips over a chair lying on the floor. That must have been what fell, he thinks. "Hey, why are the lights off?"
Chan fumbles around on the wall for the light switch and he nimbly snaps it on; he looks up and that's when the blood drains from his face, his breathing suddenly stopping. His mouth slowly parts as his eyes widen and he feels his knees buckling at the sight infront of him.
The chair lays in the middle of the floor; he now realises it was kicked over. From the ceiling is a hastily tied rope, and Y/N is limp as her fingers feebly scrambles at the binding around her neck. Fresh wounds on her forearms dribble crimson splashes onto the carpet beneath her as she swings slowly in the air.
Chan grips the wall; he sags against it, suddenly unable to comprehend what is happening. "Y/N … " He breathes, his voice cracking.
This must be a dream, he thinks.
Then suddenly snapping to his senses, he lets out a cry; he runs to the girl and with shaking hands, he pushes the chair up into its rightful position.
Chan scrambles up on top of the seat so he's nearly touching the ceiling. His hands continue trembling as he pushes the girl up with one hand, hoping to relieve some of the tugging on the girl's neck. With her balanced against his shoulder and left hand, Chan attempts at pulling the rope away from the plaster with his right hand, tears rushing down his cheeks in hot bursts.
"It's okay," he whispers amongst his sobs. He doesn't know if he's saying it to reassure himself, or if he's saying it to the girl in front of him. "It's okay … you're going to be okay … Changbin!" Chan almost screams his name, his voice catching in his throat. He almost feels as if he's the one being strangled as he tugs at the rope. "Changbin get up here now!"
He finally manages to tear the rope out of the ceiling and Y/N comes crashing down on top of him just as a loud clatter of footsteps on the stairs alert him that the boys have all come upstairs.
"What's wrong?" Changbin approaches the room, a worried look on his face. When he sees Chan on his knees and Y/N laying across his lap with her hands flitting at her sides, he inhales sharply. "Oh my God."
"She just … " Chan cries as his fingers try to loosen the knot around her neck. "Changbin I can't get this off. It's not … it won't … "
"Here," Jisung’s voice is trembling as he scrabbles around on the dressing table for something, anything. He finds blood covered blades and they clatter to the floor as he slides then across the desk; he snatches them up off of the floor and stumbles over to the small group huddled around on the floor.
"Call the ambulance," Changbin instructs quietly; his cheeks wet from tears, Hyunjin dashes out of the room in search of the phone, his footsteps heavy on the floor of the halls.
"We … " Chan chokes as saws away at the rope with the tiny blade. "We need to stop the bleeding. It … won't stop. Stop it. Someone stop. It."
"I'll do it," Felix yanks his cotton night shirt up and over his head. He grunts as he rips the material in half, and taking the girl's arms, he starts to wrap the cotton around her limbs. He grimaces at the mess on her forearms - old scars have clearly been opened up again and huge welts of trickling blood stare up at him, taunting him. His eyes blurring with fresh tears, Felix shakes his head in an attempt to clear his vision as he wraps her other arm, hoping his shirt will stop the blood.
With a cry, Chan, Changbin and Jisung manage to finally rip the rope away. Chan immediately places his fingers against the raw skin of her neck, shutting his eyes as he tries to feel for a pulse.
"She's still breathing," Chan sighs with relief, and he cradles the girl's head in his lap. "How long till the ambulance gets here?"
As if on cue, sirens erupt in the quietness of their street; the boys all look up as red and blue lights begin to flash through the curtains of Y/N's bedroom, painting their distraught faces in eerie shades of violet.
The next fifteen minutes are a hazy blur as paramedics check the girl's vitals and strap her onto a stretcher. Only when Chan sits down in the ambulance beside her, does he let his guard completely fall down.
***
It's silent, in the room. Everything is white … the walls, the floors, the window blinds … even the girl laying in the bed is blending into the white bed sheets. Her skin is devoid of colour, a ghastly pallor washing over her; it's a stark contrast with the purple brushing hugging her neck.
The eight boys sit around the hospital bed, anxiety in their eyes and their hearts beating erratically with nerves. On either side of the bed, Chan and Felix hold each of her hands; her arms are bandaged from the elbows to just past her wrists, and they're ever so slightly dotted with tiny bursts of red.
Y/N blinks up at the eight boys; they're all watching her with concern, their faces soft as they look down at her. She swallows. It's painful, and she grimaces at the feeling.
Leaning forward suddenly, Minho let's his oldest cat's front paws land on the bed. He looks down at the cat in his hands as he speaks quietly.
"Soonie wants to say that she loves you," Minho says. He can't exactly look her in the eye, in fear that if he does, he'll burst into tears. "And … and Doongie and Dori love you too. They're all glad you're alive."
Blinking tiredly, Y/N looks up at Minho. "I love you too, Minho."
Minho gulps. He sets Soonie down onto Jisung’s lap before suddenly getting up from his seat. "I need the bathroom," he whispers before deftly exiting the room.
It falls silent again. The only sound is the breathing of the men and the clock ticking faintly on the wall.
"I'm sorry," Y/N suddenly says. Her voice is hoarse and she feels Felix and Chan both tightening their grip on her hands. "I'm really sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Felix suddenly sobs. He loudly blows his nose into the nearest tissue before leaning his forehead against their clasped hands. "If anything, we're the ones who should be sorry."
Y/N's eyes widen. "Why should you guys be sorry?"
"Because we should have tried harder," Chan suddenly bursts into tears; he's usually completely composed infront of his friends, but he's unable to keep his emotions bottled up inside of him anymore. "We should have … should have properly been there for you. We all know you've been struggling and we did nothing. And that nearly killed our sister."
Y/N shuts her eyes at his term for her. Sister. "Chan, no," she croaks. "This isn't your fault. You can't keep an eye on me all the time … and you guys always look after me no matter how busy you are. You're always there for me. This was all on me."
Changbin suddenly bunches his fists up in his lap. He's clenching his jaw so hard that his head starts to hurt. "Why did you do it? Who said you're allowed to leave us?"
"Changbin."
"No!" Changbin glares at Chan. "No this isn't fair. What if it worked? What if she wasn't here right now? You don't get to decide when you leave this world, Y/N, you don't get to decide when you can leave us!"
He slumps back against his chair again and blinks as if something has hit him. "Sorry."
Y/N is quiet for a while. She's sure if she was hydrated enough, there'd be tears running down her cheeks right now. For the first time in a very, very long time, she feels something warm inside of her cold, dead heart.
"No it's okay," Y/N whispers. "You're right. I should have thought about you guys."
Changbin grunts. But then he smiles slowly and gently pats her arm.
"I'm going to try," Y/N suddenly says. "To get better. I realised a second after … after I did it, that I didn't want to do it anymore. So … I'm really glad you came and saved me."
"You are?" Chan asks."
"Yeah. I … I can't feel anything but I mean … I'm lucky to have you guys. I don't think I actually want to leave you."
Before she can say anything else, she's suddenly attacked with hugs; she doesn't know who hugged her first but suddenly they're all huddling around her. She notices with a smile that Chan has his hands out so no one can put any pressure on her, and for the first time, she wonders if perhaps the little things in life will be enough for her to get back on her feet.
She wonders if perhaps being with her brothers will be enough.
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zombiepuke · 11 months
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let you go.
heyyyyyy-yooooo this is my first like, full fic for Ellie from Evil Dead Rise, i was IMMEDIATELY attached to her first time i saw the trailer. now here we are. this is kinda bloody kinda fucked up but you're fucking a Deadite so. probably gonna have to be fucked up.
ellie/reader, 18+ wlw oneshot :) not really mo/mmy kink but the word is used once.
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It always seemed to be raining in this city. Everytime you shut your car door, turned the ignition, there it went - the iron smell of rain filling your nose as you cursed the heavy drops splashing against the asphalt, your brakes squealing lightly as you pulled out of your parking garage and sped off to your destination.
It was as if the weather itself was preparing you for the doom and gloom of the abandoned high-rise on the corner of the darkest, least-traveled street, the apartment building no one ever dared to venture into, the one everyone whispered about I heard there’s ghosts I even heard serial killers like to dump bodies there yeah well I heard it was a satanic ritual site dead cats and bloody chickens–
No one dared venture there but you.
Not that those folks had a bad reason to steer clear of that dark, dank place, but you were always attracted to the absence of light, and when the city had deemed the building condemned, and ordered it to be torn down to make room for some luxury high-end bullshit, you panicked, called every town representative, even booked appointments with the mayor. All of your begging and pleading for them to leave the building be - it’s a part of our history, you can’t just destroy it! - seemed to work, as within the month of the first destruction order, the higher-ups in town had laid off of it and decided to not go through with it. You weren’t sure if it were your doing that kept the building upright but you certainly liked to think so. That’s what you told her, anyways.
Of course, it was for her. Everything you did lately was for her.
Blood ran cold through your veins as you locked your car up, and made your way to the shabby elevator on the ground floor. The clacking of your shoes against the concrete the only noise in the damp car lot, reverberating off of the few old, broken down vehicles no one cared - or dared - to come collect. They had been there since you could remember, the time passing you by and you genuinely couldn’t remember, how long had you been coming here, for her?
Her smell, spicy and sweet and tart all in one - like rotten candy sweltering on a hot day, cotton candy full of maggots and lollipops sticky with iron and cloves and sweat - swept you off your feet (your heart skipped a beat but she couldn’t know she made you nervous, but the type of nervous like you were asking out your crush for the first time, every time you interacted with her), the nearly broken elevator clanging and slamming shut as you gingerly stepped in, the only reason it still worked is because she had made it so, allowed it to work only for you (she secretly just wanted you to arrive to her quicker, and she knew how your feet ached after your shifts at work, so she let the elevator run - but she would never let you know that she actually cared about your sore feet).
You could smell her from down the hall, ten doors down from the apartment she was most fond of. She could smell you as soon as your car turned the corner onto the street.
The pipes and exposed brick were shrouded in dark shadowy lighting, the rain outside making it nearly impossible to see clearly into the hallway, but you didn’t need the light - you knew exactly where you were going, your feet already shuffling towards the door, her door, as if your brain no longer was employed by you, but by her reign. A stab of delight and dull energy flooded your gut as you stood in front of the apartment, the hallway carpet damp and stinking of iron. You didn’t even have to knock.
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“Thhhh-ere you are, little one, I missed you so,” the crackle of her voice, deep and airy, womanly and demonic all at once, echoing across the apartment and into the nooks and crannies of your mind. She was everywhere, all at once, covering the floor, the ceiling, the bed, your own body - Ellie had you pinned beneath her, one arm held across your throat, and you could just make out the fine line ink she had tattooed over her wrist, so telling of the woman she once was, long gone by now. The thought of what she truly was, demonic, evil, made you shiver lightly, an excitement only Ellie could bring unraveling in your gut.
Dark hands, bony and long, the hands most were afraid of grabbing their little feet from beneath their childhood beds, wrapped themselves around you, one moving from your shoulder to trail across your outstretched neck, viscously cold, starting a path downward, icy patches of fingertips crawling over the start of your shirt. Ellie playfully tugged at the material, urging the cloth off of your skin, and you complied immediately - rushing to shrug your tshirt from your upper body (you had gotten onto her about ripping all of your clothing in her desperation to get you undressed) to give yourself to her entirely, her eyes shined evilly at your choice to not wear a bra - you were exposed, body and soul, and she craved everything you had, wanted everything you were.
And you were more than willing to give it all up.
Ellie enjoyed the tease, taking her time to undo you piece by piece, painfully, excruciatingly slow, and put you together again; you were merely a toy for this ghoul to play with and throw around - until you didn’t entertain her anymore and she ripped the head off of her Barbie doll, but you didn’t care to think about that much, or think about the fact that your death would not upset you, but not being with her anymore, would.
The hand upon your torso engulfed one of your breasts, clawed thumb laving across your nipple and your hips jerked upwards at the sudden touch, begging for attention down below already and Ellie’s face morphed into something sinister, thick seeping plasma weeping from her ears and nose dripping down onto your heaving stomach.
“Impatient little bird, aren’t you? You’re dessss-perate for it,” the seething words dripped from her lips like rotten honey, the drawn out syllables going straight to your dampening cunt. Ellie could smell it, and you knew. “What does my little slut want, hm?”
“Please, Ellie... it's been so long,"
“Tell me what you want or I’ll never let you come again, and I mean it, stupid little girl.”
She was always like this, at first - so mean to you, so full of rage and chaotic evil and it burned you alive in desire for her, but also in desperation to please her, to wrench that softness out of her that you knew she had for you. But once she saw how you opened yourself up for her, fell apart in her grasp, took her in for every disgusting, nasty thing she was, and adored her, she eased up with the bite of her words. Ellie could actually be quite tender with you, and only you, and even though the demon probably wouldn’t admit it, she enjoyed pleasing you as much as you did her, the sweetness you brought out in her a gift you always cherished.
“You, I want.. you. Please please, Ellie,” your voice was small, quiet in the dark of the room, your small pants of desperation heard in between each breathed out syllable. You were beginning to squirm below her, needing something, friction, a touch, something. Ellie herself was beginning to feel shaky, the demon’s desires bubbling up like a sick broth of unfiltered lust, gluttony for your attention, your touch, your body.
A bloodshot eye twitched, Ellie’s eyebrow raising in interest and joy in your agony, taunting you and teasing you to continue, sweet thing. You know you always get what you want in the end, anyhow.
“Please touch me, Ellie. Please, I really need you,” the tears in your eyes brought her over the edge, you liked to think - she crashed forward into you, two large, slender hands on either side of your face, her mouth pressed into yours. Kissing her always made your heart leap into your throat in want (never, ever in fear), her mouth always so cold on yours but she was such a decadent kisser, it made up for the freeze tenfold. Dried blood and gore on her mouth from god knows who she had attacked recently dripped down onto the frontside of your bare chest. Her nails pressing dangerously into your cheeks, keeping you in place - kiss after she kiss she planted into your lips and your entire mouth tasted like congealed blood and decaying flesh and her thin but powerful figure was flush to yours, tight under her body and stuck there until she wanted you to not be, and you could have genuinely cried thick, happy tears because it felt so good to touch her, to be touched by her.
What a monster she was but how beautiful, oh how beautiful.
You were so caught up in her face against yours you did not fully register the woman’s hips moving gingerly against your own, chasing her own sensations, or her shoulders flexing as a gray hand slipped lower, lower, until her fingertips were resting at the waistband of your shorts, her thumb drawing tiny circles on your hipbone. Your entire lower body swayed upwards, pleading, you could feel her laugh from inside your own head, your mouth, vibrations of her sick voice shaking your entire being and you were on the verge of tears you were so desperate for something, anything, as long as it were her giving it to you.
When Ellie pulled back from you, it felt like your world was crashing apart, drifting out to sea lost forever but she was this siren, this filthy creature ushering you back to your reality, to yourself and back to the bedroom in this abandoned apartment at the edge of town - in this room, half-naked with this monster, and you had never felt so electrified before in your life. Upon meeting Ellie your world hadn’t just been turned upside down but it had been burned to the ground, demolished, entirely rebuilt and replaced around her. She had very quickly driven out anything in your life that didn’t pertain to her. Your biggest fear, now, was not death, or regrets, or other people - it was now losing Ellie, or her losing her fondness for you, how she protected you, how she touched you, how her inhuman eyes shone when she gazed upon you, how sweetly she would whisper to you as you came for her for the fourth time. Ellie was your only world now.
The woman sat up, back on her haunches just to look you over, panting, sweating and drooling for her; she could be extra mean tonight and leave you there alone, not touch you at all, let you buck your hips against nothing as she sat and taunted you for hours. But you had been so good for her recently, cogs turned in her diseased brain and she decided to have a bit of mercy, moreso for her own sake than yours - and what was the fun in leaving you alone?- undead fingers teased underneath the edges of your underwear, lightly scraping against your skin and raising gooseflesh all across your arms, legs. One pointer finger ran its bony knuckle up and down the front of your clothed center, excruciatingly slow and not near enough pressure. Ellie giggled cruelly as you whimpered like a kicked puppy, legs attempting to close her in closer to you, and her fingers were so goddamn close to your center you could feel her claws tugging gently at your pubic hair. Wetness pooled in your cunt and you felt like shouting and grabbing her wrists and pushing her fingers into you and grinding your clit against her thumb and—
Ellie shushed you, so calmly, as if you weren’t on the verge of a desperation-induced panic attack, one hand withdrawing to come up and cup your face, her eyes boring into yours and you couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away.
“Is this what you want, sweet girl? You want me to fuck your pretty darling cunt?”
All you could do was nod pitifully - please, please, please - fat tears hot on your flushed cheeks. Sometimes you could forget what she was - pretend she was a normal woman, living in a normal apartment, with a normal life, the way she was before she had succumbed to the finality that was her possession. You could pretend you were her lover, stopping by her place for a visit after work, being with her and watching movies on the couch, laughing at the corny love scenes and playfully throwing popcorn at each other, maybe even order takeout and share a dish with her and her children, cracking open a bottle of wine and letting the night air coming through the cheap windows dictate your movements with her, taking it slow and ending up in between the sheets after the kids had gone to bed, sweet, passionate. Sometimes, you felt a shrapnel of pain for the woman she had been so long ago, you didn’t feel so utterly fucked in the head, but this was not one of those moments. It was the complete opposite.
Ellie was horrifying, bending over you, body taught like a bow, ready to snap and plunge her teeth into your soft neck, gnashing and growling like some sort of feral animal, deep and primal and she truly was an apex predator and you merely some grazing antelope that had been delusional enough to fall in love with its attacker. Her skin was near translucent and blue-gray, black spider veins winding across her joints creating delicate patterns you liked to trace up and down with your fingertips when you were lying down beside her, those rare moments you could actually touch her (Ellie would never let you know how much she enjoyed when she allowed you to press your fingers to her skin, how much it sent chills of her own down her wretched spine).
She caressed your cheek so sweetly with the thumb holding your face, cooing at your attempts to grind against any part of her your hips could reach, teasing, taunting, letting you break down into intrinsic need. Two long digits swooned across your trembling lower lip, prying your mouth open and slipping them inside to swirl them over your tongue, ancient flavors of hemoglobin and vital fluids leaking down your throat as you obediently suckled on them, only for her to gingerly remove them and plunge them into her own open jaw, gathering the sticky-sweet black paste of her spit before she finally, finally tugged your underwear to the side, a cold rush of air washing across your soaked flesh and you physically jumped in her grasp when the feeling registered - ohhhh, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Poor thing must be desperate. Ellie’s eyes never left yours and her iron grip on your face wouldn’t allow you to look away from her in sweet embarrassment as the clawed finger that had just been wetted by her foul mouth slipped between your lower lips, dragging the calloused knuckle up, up, up until it swayed across your clitoris, dancing around it in a tight movement and you utterly fell apart, toes clenching, a fresh wave of sweat beginning to form across your hairline. Her sadistic giggle bounced around in your head, all higher brain function shutting down as she continued to play with your clit, two of her slender fingers rolling your sweet spot now, smiling dangerously in your face and you could feel your own eyebrows and mouth twisting in sick pleasure, relief that she was assuredly touching you. Your legs unfolded and splayed themselves and Ellie took the hint and forced her way to crouch between them, her body slotted across yours and a decaying arm slipped underneath your neck to support you, press your face closer to her, bury it in her freezing shoulder. Ellie had you entirely in her grasp and you were squirming, falling, crying out, chanting her name as if you were translating passages from the vile book that summoned her here - Ellie, Ellie, Eliie, please-uh - her name some fucked up prayer to some fucked up god to please, don’t stop I won’t be able to survive if you stop.
But none of your insistent begging fell on listening ears and she took her absolute time unraveling you from inside out, sniffing and nipping at your collarbones, mixing saccharine kisses in with bites of decomposing teeth. Her patience whilst fucking you into another dimension was unwavering and near frustrating; here you were, panting, chest heaving, eyes rolling in the sockets like loose marbles, whiny noises of perfect agony escaping your throat; Ellie was persistent in her focus on the circles she was painting into your cunt, unblinking, seemingly unaffected by the entire situation (but you could swear you felt her body tremble, a slight intake of breath exhaled as a growl when you cried out her name, and you felt the string of drool dangling onto your shoulder from her open mouth, proof Ellie was as stirred as you were.)
“There you are, filthy girl. Dumb slut, gonna come just from my fingers,” she jeered at you, voice like a foghorn in the mist of the condemned building, reverberating against every wall and every piece of furniture to bounce back into your ears, her words a stark contrast to the sudden gentle presses of her lips down the side of your neck, stopping to softly suck a mark into the frail skin there. The way her mouth couldn't quite form the words properly as she spoke, her teeth and tongue and lips not moving the way a normal human being’s would; her words sometimes unintelligible and scattered, added another layer of god this is terrifying she is so far gone I am so fucked up I am burning for eternity I have lost everything I am so fucking dead but god her fingers feel so fucking perfect I–
Your head was spinning, vision blurry and all you could manage was to press your face deeper into the crevice of the demon’s shoulder, cry out your pleasure there, let her drink up your dependence on her, drink up your unhealthy attachment. Colors that didn’t exist in this realm spotted your eyelids, sparks of something poisonous but addictive bolted through every artery in your body. You imagined every bodily system breaking down, piece by piece, only to be roughly stitched back together again by her bloodstained, sooty nails. That is how she showed her soft spot for you, by breaking you over and over, fixing you, over and over.
The noxious stench of dying spiced fruits permeated your nostrils, flaring and shuddering with your body as her fingers danced between your thighs faster, smoother, conjoined by your own wetness and her slimy drool, your climax quickly bubbling in the base of your spinal cord. You tried to pant out your oncoming apex but Ellie had other ideas, it seemed - and slapped her free hand across your mouth, tight and unforgiving, silencing any pleas of mercy. A cracking whine shuddered from your lips as best as it could under her palm, your eyes closing in fear of her not allowing you to finish; truly, the worst punishment the demon could delve out to you.
“No, no, no, silly girl… look at me when you come, whore. Nasty little thing you are, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
The maliciousness in her words was clouded by her middle finger suddenly criss-crossing over the bundle of your clitoris harder and quicker than before, sloppy noises of your dripping cunt mixed with the vibrations across the room of her incantation, and you were silent-screaming into the woman’s hand by this point, legs shaking, hips fluid and bucking upwards to meet her touch deeper, your neck craned back and throat exposed to her festering mouth. You were actually crying, now, leaving wet rivulets across your heavily flushed cheeks, tears blurring your vision of Ellie’s eyes glaring directly into yours, only mere centimeters between the both of your faces. You could see pure evil there, in her afflicted corneas, demons and darkness dancing across moonlit skies and innocent souls, devoured, torn open and seeping, ancient rituals and rites and passages of resurrection etched into flesh. You saw carnage, all of the horrible, wretched things she had done, and will do, what would happen to you if you so dare break your loyalty to her; limbs torn from each other, eye sockets empty and tongue pulled out like taffy. None of these dank things frightened you, however - you were just as gone as Ellie and had no intention of ever clawing your way out of this grave, this bleached-dead hole of sickness you’d so gracefully delved into. You didn’t want an existence without her, and she would make it so that you stayed dutifully by her side for an eternity you couldn’t begin to fathom.
“There’s my good girl. Come on, come for mommy,”
One, two, three more harsh circles of her fingertip around your pearl and you were careening backwards, nodding uncontrollably and only the whites of your eyes sparkled in the grayness of the room they were rolled back so far into your head, blubbering and sobbing and howling your orgasm out into the palm of her hand, kissing and nipping the broken skin there in appreciation, blind adoration of this creature that had taken you in, sheltered you, fed you. That little death rattled your brain, shook apart your insides - every time she took you, it was as if little shards of your soul got boiled up and swallowed down whole (at some point there would be nothing left of you but a rotting stinking carcass but you never liked to think for the future, anyways.)
Ellie licked a gentle stripe up your neck starting at your collarbone and ending behind your ear, mouthing at the soft patches of pretty skin there along the way, bringing you back down to reality and back down to her. The tension in your body began to dissipate, a soft, sweet feeling of release replacing it; and she was still there, holding you through it all like some sick caregiver, nosing at and licking across your face, throat, chest. Her tongue slid up to your lips and she kissed you, really kissed you, both hands undoing themselves from between your legs and clasped across your mouth to tenderly hold your face, cradling you as she pressed herself to you, pressing butterflies of kisses from your lips to your nose to your forehead and back down. Your breathing steadied, tracing a fingertip up her thin neck and across to her shoulder in a sweet gesture, a lock of her dull red hair twirled in your hand. Ellie was always so much calmer after she’d fucked you, the demon slowing down and enjoying your company, enjoying your caresses and there was real, tangible intimacy between the two of you, and it was something you never thought you would cherish as much as you did. You held Ellie dearly to you, as she did to you in return.
Her words should have terrified you. You should have seen her and ran, screaming, crying, rushed out of the complex and back out into your car and drove as fast as you could as far as you could, never to look back. Just as she should have roared in your presence, stalked you down the elevator - sank her teeth into the back of your neck and ripped and slashed and ate you down until you were bloody and bone and dust. But none of that happened, and you felt twinges of serenity and sleep poking at your eyelids.
“You won’t ever leave me, sweet girl. I won’t ever let you go.”
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ysines · 1 month
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springfest just got announced, and im pretty sure i know the theme.
so before i say my theory i want to tell what i think the theme is so that none of you have to read the whole thing to get it. i think that springfest's theme will be flowers vs candy vs eggs. i think shiver will be team flower, frye will be team candy, and big man will be team eggs.
lets analyse this image.
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evidence for flowers:
top left corner, a sticker of a character is wearing a flower in its hair
to the right of that sticker there's a sticker of a face. the face has flowers for eyes.
to the right of THAT sticker there's a strange symbol covered in small flower markings.
flowers have an obvious connection to spring.
evidence for candy:
under the top left sticker there's a trio of symbols that look like gummy worms to me
in the top right, there's a squid licking a lollipop
alongside the edges of the image there's tons of small jellybean symbols and sprinkles
candy has a connection to easter, which occurs in spring
evidence for eggs:
at the bottom, there's a sticker of a fish with legs. this fish has an egg strapped to its back.
to the right of the fish sticker is a face sticker, with an egg shell on its head.
to the right of the face sticker is an egg.
eggs have a connection to easter, which occurs in spring.
next image!
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evidence for flowers:
giant obvious statue just slightly left of the middle of the image. huge plant, huge pink flowers
on the screen to the left to the statue is shiver, with green tentacles. the color green is often associated with plants. flowers are a type of plant
evidence for eggs:
this image pretty much proves that egg is one of the splatfest options. the cephaloling in the forefront has a tye-dye style splatfest tee with an egg symbol on it
we know that this is a splatfest tee becayse every cephaloling in every image is wearing a tye-dye style tee, and the tye-dye shirts didnt appear in the gear announcement
egg is guaranteed a splatfest option and its color is pink
next image:
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evidence for flowers:
to the left of the frontmost statue are some pretty big tulips
on the bottom of the statue's bonnet is a strange pink symbol and a fish symbol. both have small flower markings.
the kitsune and tanuki statues have flower crowns
evidence for eggs:
on top of the frontmost statue is a large object that can be assumed to be an egg
the statue's base seems to be a giant eggshell
hanging off the bottom of that eggshell are smaller eggs in the splatfest colors
final image:
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this image has a lot of the same evidence as the first image, with the addition of the pink pinhole shades having jellybeans and sprinkles in the lenses.
in the back are three ink splashes. in order for left to right, its green, blue, pink. assuming the ink splashes are in accurate order (as in when we get the actual theme announcement the order of colors will be the same), that means shiver is on the green team, frye is on the blue team, and big man is on the pink team.
shiver has already been seen with green tentacles, and ive already said how i think green is team flowers because of green's association with plants. we already know for sure that team eggs is guaranteed and its ink color is pink, so big man is on team eggs.
that means frye is on team candy, the blue team. this makes extra sense because frye was on team sweet. if anybody in deep cut was team candy, it would be her.
as such, i believe the splatfest theme is flowers vs candy vs eggs. i think team flowers has green ink and is repped by shiver. i think team candy has blue ink and is repped by frye. and i think team eggs has pink ink and is repped by big man.
thank you for coming to my S.Q.U.E.D. (splatoon questions understanding entertainment design) Talk
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pfxhk · 2 years
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Haewon’s Beach Incident.
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With enough virulent licks, Haewon gets what she desires when a stream of erotic liquid trickles down the side of your cock. She laps it up, naturally. Squinting at the taste but she continues as if it’s the most delicious lollipop she’s ever had. Even while there’s a couple just to the right of you, and a dad with his dog spectating his children splash each other with water just to the left. Your umbrella is barely tethered to the sand beneath your beige towel, though you’d prefer orcas over a blank skyscraper that’s not even taller than the motel beside it.
Haewon’s butt rises into your view, previously her front was practically buried into the towel as she was scared of getting caught, but feeling you twitch at the top of her mouth must have brought out the devil lurking within that angelic image she proclaims. Her cute, little ass lets her bathing suit soak through its individual buttcheeks, so it mainly prevails that she’s showing her pussy to the sun, and the poor kids behind her having a water fight to the death. But, apparently, she doesn’t exactly care, as her lips tighten around the base and her throat clamps throughout the tip of your dick. Must you say you’re cumming when she’s already fully prepared?
“Ah, I’m cumming, Haewon…” You did despite her readiness. But, you’d imagine that she’d let you cum in her mouth and spit it out onto a tissue afterwards, but Haewon seems to be feeling a little dangerous today; her mouth follows her head upwards until her lips are planted at the tip of your dick, her palm suffers from a copious quantity of saliva while she strokes the base and concomitantly twirls her tongue in uncoordinated circles until she feels that hot sperm touch her tastebuds. She swallows, unsurprisingly. In a way, it seems that Haewon intends on scolding the cock that she owns, because just after shallowing, she slops you back to hardness.
Pushing your chest down, she crawls atop your lap until her fabricated pussy is close enough to rub against your reverent cock. Though, she fails in wasting time as her panties are pushed to the side and her insides instantaneously immobilize your cock upon entrance. She shivers, her moans crackle as she tries to immerse them unsuccessfully. Too risky, indeed, but the gamble is what makes this credulity verisimilar.
“Ah…” The hands that occupy your chest tries to grip something other than skin but skin is the only thing busying the surface. Her pussy’s rather wetter than normal, and she’s way tighter than commonly; unless she slows down her prominent thrusts, your ability to hold on will sadly flunk. And not only is her pussy drastically fantastic, but her soft mewls that her other palm tries to cover are totally barbaric.
You notice that the clock is ticking slowly, each passing second brings even more amusement to your dick. Each soft jiggle as her petite titties bounce through that top, her delicate ass hitting your thighs as she rides you, the overstimulation of her skin rubbing yours, that gratifying stare as she cums. Everything is too perfect. Haewon is perfect.
With that thought, you warn her by twitching your dick continuously.
“It’s okay, baby. Cum inside me.”
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aquagirl1978 · 7 months
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Rescue Me - Jin Grandet x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
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A/N: Part of the Late Summer Rendezvous hosted by @xxsycamore - this is a gift for my dear friend @randonauticrap, I hope this little bit of Jin brightens your day!
Pairing: Jin Grandet x Reader
Prompt: sexy life guard
Tags: NSFW; Minors- DNI
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The summer rays were warm on your face as you relaxed in your chair; the sun, high in the sky, shined down on you as you read your book and sipped iced tea. Digging your toes in the sand, you turned the page, anxious to see whether love would bloom between the heroine and her love interest.
A group of small children ran by, laughing and shouting, causing you to put down your book for a moment. Oh, to be young again. Your gaze followed them down the beach, your eyes lingering on the tall lifeguard tower.
Seated atop the tower like an eagle perched in his nest, dressed in red swim trunks and dark sunglasses, was a man. A very handsome man with broad shoulders and sculpted abs. You watched as he blew a whistle and called to some people to not swim so far out.
Oh, how you wished he would blow that whistle and call out to you.
You’d come running to him, your body wet from swimming in the ocean. Pressing your palms on his bare chest, you’d watch with lidded eyes as drops of water, glistening in the sunshine, trickled down his chest. He’d tease you for getting him wet like that, and maybe, if you were lucky, he’d grab you by the wrist and take you somewhere more private.
You glanced further down the beach and saw an outcropping of rocks. “We can stay hidden there,” he would say, as he held your wrist firmly in his large hand, his thumb pressing on your pulsepoint, as you panted, trying to keep up with his long strides in the sand. 
Peals of laughter broke your fantasy, your eyes quickly finding the source of the sound. A flock of teenage girls had surrounded the lifeguard’s tower and were loudly chatting with him. The lifeguard was friendly in his responses, his eyes, however, were locked on the ocean. 
Picking up your beverage, you took a long sip, the cool liquid refreshing on your tongue, however, doing nothing to temper the heat growing inside. Biting your lip, your mind wandered once more, allowing those long, strong swimmer’s arms to wrap around your shoulders.
“You should be punished for distracting me while I’m working.” His tone was serious, but the way he looked at you – garnet eyes aglow with wicked mischief – told a different story. Holding his gaze, you remained silent, waiting for your punishment. 
He dipped his head towards yours, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. Your wet body pressed against his as the tip of his tongue probed open your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth. Moaning softly, your tongues met, twisting and twirling, as he hands began to wander down your back. 
His fingers would easily pull down the straps of your bathing, allowing your breasts to spill from the tight fabric. You could feel the smile in his kiss as he cupped one breast in his hand, his thumb massaging your nipple. The roar of the ocean grew louder, masking your moans, as the water splashed around your ankles.
Tearing your eyes away from the lifeguard's tower, you reached for your book, desperately needing a distraction. You focused your eyes on the words on the pages, following the escapades of Mitch and CJ and friends. Of all the books you owned, why did you pick the one book you owned about lifeguards?
You picked up your glass, now only half-full, although you would need enough iced tea to fill an Olympic-sized pool to quench your thirst this afternoon. 
The whistle blew once more; your head turned to find the lifeguard flying off his post, running straight into the water. The water slowed his movements as a small crowd stopped to watch as the lifeguard scooped the young boy in his arms, swiftly returning to the beach. He brought the boy to his tower, where he offered him a dry towel and a brightly colored lollipop. A frantic couple came running; reuniting with their son, they thanked the lifeguard profusely for saving their son's life. 
"Just doing my job," you heard the lifeguard say before popping a blue lollipop into his mouth. This one here truly was the complete package – strong, handsome, kind, and a hero. 
He was also soaking wet, head to toe. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his damp bangs free from his face, his breathing only slightly heavier after his heroics. 
The book fell from your hands and into your lap; there would be time to finish the story later.
"This is good," he'd say, stopping when the water reached just below his shoulders. Scooping you in his arms, your bodies free of your bathing suits, he pulled you close, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your body shivered with excitement as he plunged a finger inside you, quickly adding a second. Tilting your head back, the water helped keep your body afloat as he continued to finger you.
His name was but a whisper on your lips as he entered you, your hands slippery as your nails tried to dig into his back. Was it the water? The position, maybe? Or perhaps the thrill of making love at the beach? Either way, your senses were heightened, enhancing your pleasure. 
It wasn't long before your bodies melted into one, the state of your bliss euphoric yet ephemeral.
The skies turned a shade of cotton candy pink as the sun started to set; the lifeguard blew his whistle one more time, marking the end of his shift. You watched him leave wistfully as you packed your bag. It would be dinner soon, time to head home. 
With your bag slung over your shoulders, you made your way to the parking lot. It wasn't hard to find your car as most had already left for the day.
After tossing your bag into the trunk, you slid into the front seat next to a handsome, familiar face, a long, white tee shirt covering some of his red swim trunks. 
"Hey, babe," Jin said, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Ready to go home?"
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coqxettee · 10 months
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Coquette Spring
Romanticizing my Spring 🌸
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Spring has been so peaceful so far. I spend my mornings reading, doing yoga, journaling in bed and eating a light breakfast whilst looking out my cottage window at the birds and wildlife that come into my garden ♡
Only wearing the sweetest of colors for my cotton candy aura, baby pinks and blue’s that radiate Spring time. Pink gingham, denim shorts, floral dresses, milkmaid dresses and jelly sandals with frilly socks to give into my inner child ♡
Wearing my baby pink, heart shaped sunglasses now the sun is making it’s way here ♡
Coating myself in sugary, vanilla, floral body sprays and perfumes for Spring. Marc Jacob’s Daisy & Miss Dior ♡
Watching cartoons or reading fairytales in the garden, and imagining what life would be like if I was whisked away into the fairy stories I read about ♡
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Walking up to the local shop and listen to “Lana del rey” to stock up on lollipops and bubblegum, the perfect sweets for this time of year ♡
Picking out a cute outfit to go to the market. The markets are on every weekend and I love when the sun is shining and I can find a quiet spot under a tree at the market, to read or write in my diary ♡
Baking heart shaped cookies, or cakes with sugary-sweet icing for my family to enjoy, whilst listening to vintage music in the kitchen, and wearing a sweet little apron. All the pastel baking utensils too! Ahhhh! ♡
Collecting heart shaped plates, mugs and cups, pretty picture frames and vintage things to adorn my country kitchen with ♡
Hanging out my nightgowns and pretty Spring dresses in the garden to dry, makes my country cottage garden even more beautiful ♡
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Eating strawberries and cream lollipops whilst flicking through my vintage magazines on my bed, and swooning over all the handsome actors in them ♡
Long Spring evening walks, then coming home in the garden and making flower crowns and daisy chains ♡
Trips to the garden centre on sunny days, wearing a cute outfit and taking my tote bag, drinking lemonade in the cute cafe and having girly, gossip chats with my mum. Looking at all the cottage core accessories in the gift shop and going to the indoor market afterwards to buy fresh fruit and Vegetables ♡
Light Spring meals of fruits and vegetables that I’ve picked out at the garden centre that day ♡
Coming home in the evening to watch “Bridgerton” and play board games with my family ♡
Eating ice lolly’s on particularly sunny days and writing in my journal at my vanity ♡
Wearing coconut body lotion and rose scented hand cream to stay the sweetest girl in town ♡
Buying fresh bunches of flowers to put in my cottage and in my bedroom, so everywhere smells sweet and delightful ♡
Splashing in puddles on really rainy days, dancing in the rain with my pink raincoat and catching raindrops on my tongue ♡
Running about the garden in my pink milkmaid dress, going to the local farm to see the alpacas and chickens ♡
Feeling like a Spring woodland fairy, trying to spot wild deer and bunny’s in my local wood ♡
Having Picnics and Tea Party’s with extra special treats. Sugary biscuits and fruity tea’s to feel like Marie Antoinette ♡
Pretty baby pink or yellow manicure. Light colored nails for this time of year ♡
Painting watercolors and doing Spring crafts as the nights draw out and the days get longer ♡
Fuzzy socks, warm cups of tea and Disney movies in the evenings. Bambi, Cinderella and Sleeping beauty ♡
Collecting Sylvanian families to put in my little doll house in my bedroom. I’m growing my collection hehe ♡
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