#like come here baby i find you so strange and intriguing

[cherrystonefemme]

Love dating a lil weirdo. Like 💖 yeah babe you have the most peculiar behaviors and niche-est conversational topics 🥰 Can I suck your dick about it lol

[tonycries]

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! - G.S.

Synopsis. When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Pairing. Rich boy! Gojo Satoru x Sugar baby! Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, jealous Satoru, créampie, dirty talk, manhandling, marking, Satoru’s dad is not really present, oral (female receiving), overstim, másturbation (male), thigh riding, cúmplay, Satoru is really really down bad and filthy for you, CEO’s son! Gojo,  pet names, swearing.

Word count. 8.1k

A/N. Will proofread later, lowkey scared to post this, but I just wanted it out of my mind. And in my mind, Satoru’s dad is FINE asl so-

The first time you meet Gojo Satoru is when you’re all dolled up for his father. 

Designer dress just a bit too tight, running on a few too many shots of tequila, wanting to be anywhere but at this stuffy gala. Everything was too bright - too polished.

And it really didn’t help that no matter how many scathing looks or whispers that followed you, you just had to be here - it was in your contract, after all. Because luckily for you, you just so happened to be the infamous little plaything hanging off the arm of the head of Gojo Corporations.

Well, usually. Right now your sugar daddy was too busy entertaining his business partners, leaving you off to the side, praying for something - anything - to save you from this-

“Damn if I’d come to these shitty galas a lot more often if it meant I’d get to see a beauty like you.”

You jolt out of your bored little reverie, eyes immediately snapping up to meet the tall man suddenly in front of you. When did he even get so close? 

You can’t help but drink him in from head to toe, from the overpriced, slightly-disheveled suit to the tiny dimple at the end of his mischievous grin. Strangely familiar white locks fell effortlessly to curtain his eyes. Eyes that were a startling blue - the kind of blue that had your cheeks flaring and knowing exactly who this was. 

Oh.

At your silence, he tilts his head with the air of someone that owns this entire venue and everything in it because, well, he did. Twinkling gaze searing into your skin as it roams appreciatively all over your body, plowing on, “Though, you look like you’re on the verge of an aneurysm around these old coots.”

You sigh, pinching your nose at the curious glances around you. Not even able to find it in yourself to put on that plastic smile anymore, “Oh y’know, just soaking up my popularity with the masses after being stranded here.”

“Oh? Here with anyone?”

“Yeah.” you blurt out, “Your father.”

You watch in amusement as Satoru’s mouth falls into a delicate oh! eyes flickering over his shades between you and the handsome man on the other end of the venue, oblivious and fully enjoying himself in the company of his secretary. A bit too much without you. 

“Y’know…” he starts, shaky and sounding only half the insufferable heir he was before, “I would say that’s a hilarious version of a ‘your mom’ joke but you’re actually serious, aren’t you?”

“Mhm. Though it would make a good punchline, huh?” You huff out a laugh at the way he was suddenly less of a smooth-talking playboy and more of a lost puppy. The gears turning in his head as he processes that oh shit you were the sweet lil’ thing his dad’s been suddenly rushing off to meet straight after work. And the reason why all those old fossils here were clutching their pearls in scandal.

He just didn’t expect you to be this…gorgeous. And for the first time in forever, he’s suddenly so intrigued.

Because ah, you should’ve known better than to think that this little hiccup would deter the infamous Gojo Satoru. No, in fact that million-dollar smirk only makes its way back onto his unfairly pretty face, like he’s about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century.  

“So you’re the latest armcandy my ol’ man has picked up, huh? I hafta say, dear old dad has good taste.” he muses, stepping in close enough that his expensive cologne makes your head spin. “Why don’t you and I ah-” You follow Satoru’s gaze to where he was staring at the way his father was now making a beeline through the crowd. Straight for the two of you. 

“Gotta run before I get my share of the company revoked.” he flashes you a quick smile, fulling intent on saving his father’s delicate ego. But not before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “But jus’ saying,” voice a pretty little purr, “I wouldn’t ever leave you standing here so alone and gorgeous, princess.”

You can only stand there, reeling from the sheer audacity as he darts into the crowd with a wink, not caring if he stepped on a few too many overpriced coattails than necessary. Wondering whether this was some bizarre dream induced by too much tequila and not enough common sense.

“Hi, sweetheart. Investors held me up, you know how it is. Having fun, huh?” A toned arm wraps around your waist as your sugar daddy finally arrives by your side. And as he went on about his latest business branch, only two thoughts ring through your mind - 1. You were seriously reconsidering this arrangement. And 2. This was going to be interesting. 

And oh was it interesting. 

Because Satoru always managed to find you, wherever you were. No matter if it was another droning function or a chance meeting at the sprawling Gojo Estate, Satoru always swooped in whenever his father was too busy for you. Which, fortunately for Satoru, happened to be a lot.  

Hell, he seemed to find you even when you least wanted him to. Like that time he had to drag you away mid-argument with a particularly rude one of his snobby aunts. That was not a fun family reunion. 

All unabashed confidence and pretty smiles where his father was cold, cold calculation. Ready with a smart mouth to bicker with you and bright eyes that seemed to linger on you a bit too long. But you didn’t mind - why would you? Because all things considered, Satoru was a very attractive man. Sure, his father was extremely handsome, too - in a clean-cut, DILF-y way, in fact. But his son was dangerously attractive.

So much so that sometimes when he swept you away from insufferable galas to talk, some strange little part of you wished it was him that you came here with instead. Just for a second. 

“So, what do you see in my father anyway? His company?” Satoru asked you one day. Draping himself over his cool office desk, so comically out of place in the stiff corporate room. Legs kicking in the air as he waits for your response.

You tear your eyes away from the way his biceps were straining so deliciously against his snug button-up to deadpan, “I mean, I am his sugar baby after all, Satoru.”

“But think about it,” he whines, batting those long lashes at you. Fully intent on driving you as dangerously close to a stroke as possible before his father finishes up an important business meeting. One that he missed - whoops. “There’s close to nothing redeemable about the man. His idea of a family bonding activity is a PowerPoint presentation on quarterly earnings.”

“Satoru.”   

“And either way- I’m getting the company in a few years, would ya be my sugar baby then, princess?”

Ah, there it was. 

It’s been a few weeks of knowing Satoru, and those little comments still made your head spin. Second-guessing the nature of this strange little…friendship? You didn’t even know anymore. Because yeah there might’ve been a few, stupid little lingering touches - like a trace on your hips, or your hand firmly in his as he led your (temporary) escape from another lonely gala. But those meant nothing, right?

“Nah, I’d poison you and take over the company instead.”

“Hey!”

Well, whatever, he was just your sugar daddy’s son. His sharp-mouthed, dangerously handsome son that just couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Not that you were complaining, really. Your relationship with his father was not exactly exclusive - you already knew that secretary of his was a bit suspiciously close - but that’s all he’ll ever be. Right?

Or, well, that’s what you stupidly thought. 

It wasn’t until one night late in the Gojo Estate, cursing those ridiculously long hallways, that you get an inkling of exactly how wrong you were. 

“Ugh, fucking rich people.” you mutter under your breath, wandering around trying to find whether the fuck the bathroom was. Because it doesn’t matter how many companies and businesses Gojo senior ran, the man still sucked at directions. You hiss, rubbing the tiny bruise on your neck - and aftercare too, clearly, even though that was in that damn contract. Something about an urgent business call with his secretary. Ugh. 

After three wrong doors, a trip around the in-home planetarium (seriously, who even needed that?), and chugging a full water bottle from the third kitchen in exhaustion, you finally find yourself walking towards what hopefully looked like the bathroom.

Hand reaching for the doorknob to swing it open. Ah, this better be the one or so help you-

Now, Satoru thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. And you - hair mussed, and dazed, standing there in nothing but a large button-up, falling just below your panties - looked like a sinfully beautiful lil’ demon here to lure him into hell. And oh how gladly he’d go if it means he got to see this ethereal view more often. 

“Ah! Wha- Sato-” 

You don’t even know if you want to scream or not - torn between taking in the sculpted chest smushed against your face and not wanting to alert security downstairs. Reeling backward you drink in the sight before you and God how you wish you didn’t - it wasn’t too good for your heart. 

Satoru’s hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his hair like diamonds. Skin soft and damp and smelling so delicious. Bathroom light bouncing off his rippling muscles, pecs flexing, as his strong arms reach out to steady you as you reel backwards. 

Traitorously, your eyes snake across his sculpted body. Dipping below once. Twice. Cheeks flaring as a pang of disappointment hits you at the damp towel wrapped around that slutty torso. Wondering what’s underneath-

“Y’should take a picture, it lasts longer.” Satoru grins, like the shameless bastard he is. Though he wasn’t in any better state - eyes flickering between you and any sliver of exposed skin his eyes could reach. 

“I should be saying the same to you.” you mutter, caught red-handed, shuffling your feet in embarrassment. 

Satoru lets out a low chuckle as he pulls you closer minutely, presence practically enveloping you. “Oh, me?” he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. Thumb tracing that little spot on your neck, “S’hard not to when y’look so appetizing.”

And you don’t even try to pull away because fuck this is Satoru and he looks so good - so warm under your fingertips, even when you jolt at the realization of what exactly he was talking about. Your hand coming up to cover that tiny mark left on your skin from not-too-long ago. A shameful little reminder that this was his son. 

You grapple for some - any - sense of normalcy. Warning, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Satoru.”

He leans down impossibly, quirking an eyebrow. Both amusement and something unreadable flashing across his face. “Oh, but it’s got my father somewhere?”

“Why? Jealous?”

“Yes.”

You startle, taken aback by the blunt confession. So direct and something so Satoru. The word hands in the hair’s breadth between you two now, sending your mind reeling. And you can’t help but repeat, “Jealous?”

“Fucking yes.” There it was again. 

But this time, Satoru plows on, voice barely above a whisper but ringing in the thick air. “Jealous he gets to have you all to himself but still doesn’t kiss you like you should be.”

“What do you-”

“Your lipstick.” he interrupts, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip, “Why’s it as perfect as since you came in?” And, indeed, you realize with a jolt that no you really haven’t been kissed the way you wanted - not enough to leave your make-up so sinfully ruined. 

Minty breath fanning your face so dangerously now, and you barely even realize that you’re leaning into it, “If it were up to me, princess, I’d ruin that pretty lil’ lipstick of yours every chance I got.”

A delicious little shiver runs down your spine, head spinning at Satoru and his words and Satoru- And it’s all you can do to get out a shaky, “So why don’t you?”

And then he’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - like neither of you had the strength nor the will to stop. 

Satoru tasted just like candy, such an intoxicating sweetness that had you gasping as his soft tongue licked at the seam of your lips. Intertwining with yours as he breathes you in desperately. So sloppy. Such a sinful little mix of saliva and teeth and pure need.

His chest is soft under your greedy hands, lips searing against yours, and you could feel his hands wandering across every inch of skin they could find. Kissing you like he’ll never be able to again because fuck he knows that he might just not. 

Long fingers dance delicately underneath that shirt to feel- oh fuck, you weren’t even wearing panties. Such a pretty lil’ slut and by God was he a goner. 

Groaning into the kiss, he lets you loop your arms around his neck, hardened nipples rubbing against his abs as you tug on his damp hair. Honestly, fuck that thin shirt, Satoru thinks he might just pass out right here right now.

“S-Satoru.” you whisper against his lips, legs hiking up to grind your bare cunt against the throbbing erection straining against his towel. Already so wet from water or precum, you had absolutely no idea. You couldn’t give less of a fuck in fact, needing to see if Satoru’s cock was as pretty as the rest of him right now. Hands urgently dipping below the hem, starting to tug and-

“Hey, sweetheart. Did you find the bathroom?”

Shit. Fuck. Wonderful - perfect, in fact.

You would’ve thought Satoru burned you with how quickly you pushed him away. Cheeks burning, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost slipping on the tile as you try to compose yourself at a safe distance - one that wouldn’t end up with you jumping his bones again. 

But all rational thoughts of that and your sugar daddy - Satoru’s father - almost go out the window once you take in the heavenly sight before you. 

Satoru’s lips swollen, hair disheveled, towel hanging slightly too low off his hips. Giving you such a pretty peak of those tufts of snowy white hair at the bottom. 

“W-we shouldn’t…” you trail off, as the footsteps get louder and louder. Something prickly and uncomfortable pooling in your stomach with each beat. 

Luckily for you, Satoru probably catches on to how you looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. Voice low and control as he agrees, “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t.” No care in the world for his steadily approaching father as he lazily adjusts his towel, a gesture so nonchalant yet distracting. 

You swallow hard as he moves to walk past you, thinking that if this just so happened to be a dream then by God was it a good one. But of course - when has Satoru ever let you have it easy?

Because he stops abruptly in his tracks, fingers only ghosting the doorknob. Immediately turning back to walk to you with two, big steps, eyes gleaming, dimple flashing. And before you even know what’s happening, his lips are on yours. Featherlight and fleeting. But so so addictive. Nipping at your bottom lip, savoring you on his tongue.

It’s over before you know it, and a pathetic little disappointed whine leaves you as he pulls away. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he mutters lowly into yours, “Y’look prettier like this.”

Ah, you weren’t happy to see him leave but how you loved watching him go. Bathroom light so pretty against all the dips and curves of his figure as he walked away. White hair reflecting the warm hue, muscles flexing, hips slightly swaying with such a slutty little confidence that only Satoru could have. 

As you watch him disappear around the door, you almost forget the unwelcome visitor hot on your heels any second now and - wait - what was it that he’d said? “Prettier like this”?

Turning to the mirror and- 

Oh. Shit. 

You better have brought your make-up remover.

God, Satoru’s never ran to his room as fast as this since that time he was caught using his father’s elite golf clubs to play pool with Suguru.

Because as soon as that goddamn door is shut, he’s ripping his towel off. Letting it drop to the floor in a damp pile God-knows-where as he immediately fists his swollen cock.

With a groan, he leans against the shut door.  Eyes scrunching in such sinful ecstasy as he squeezes the base, pulsing and so achingly hard for you. A warning and a reprimand. Shit, how the fuck did he get this hard just from kissing your pretty lil’ lips?

Ah, whatever, right now he doesn’t have the patience nor the sanity to think too hard about it. Smearing the precum beading at his weeping tip, wetting his palm so sloppily. 

Neat little crescents searing into his skin where you’d grabbed him before, only thing on his mind - how would you do it?

Would you ease him into it? Or would you start up a hasty, desperate little pace like he was doing right now? Shallow, quick tugs on his thick cock like you wanted to milk him deliciously. 

Satoru’s hand was cold on his angry, hot cock. And with how many times he’s slipped his into yours, he knew yours would feel better around him. Both hands wrapped around his cock but still not covering all of it. So soft and warm, your nails scraping gently across his throbbing veins. 

“Shit. Hngh-” he breathes out, voice almost-pathetic, “J-jus’ like that, princess.” 

And what would you say? Tell him to shut up and just take it? Would you whisper into his ear as you let him fuck himself into your pretty fists? “So hard n’ big all f’me?” Satoru’s knees buckle at the thought, hand speeding up. “Y’look so pretty like this, y’know.”

Slam! Palm slamming against the poor drawer beside him hard enough to make its legs tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. 

But oh his fist doesn’t stop. No, he doubts he ever will - not that strong of a man to keep himself from getting off so filthily to the image of you standing at the doorway of the bathroom. You looked so ethereal - Satoru couldn’t help but imagine how even more sinful you’d look if he was the one done with you. Shit, you wouldn’t even be able to stand if he had his way. 

“F-fuck, princess. M’gonna ruin you, gonna fuck you till you don’t know anything but m’name.”

He grips tighter on the base, thumbing under his slit in a way he knows your devious little hands would do. Fucked-out little grunts leaving his swollen lips each time his fingers meet his flushed tip.

“Ah- Ngh, fuck.” he mutters hoarsely, letting out a low, broken little call of your name. “More. Need more, princess.” He wanted you so badly that it hurt.

What the fuck did that sleazy old man have that he didn’t? And that little bite? That would be nothing compared to what Satoru would do if he got his hands on you. Yeah, he thinks, body shuddering violently, he’d mark you up till everyone knows you’re his. Leave bites that peak out from your collar, all the way down to your pretty thighs.

“Y’belong with me pretty, could fuck you so much better.” Sweat drips from his brow, splashing onto his erratic fist. Thighs quivering, heart pounding wildly in his chest. 

Satoru would almost be embarrassed by how desperate he was acting if he was in any better state of mind. Head only filled with you, and your hand and you-

And fuck for the sake of his sanity he can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel inside your pretty lil’ cunt. All he can think of is the way you’d keen so prettily, mewling out a little, “Oh s’too big.” 

Would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you milk his cock? Or would he have to ram his dick into you, because shit as much as he loves that  bitchy mouth, it would look so much better gasping and stuttering as he fucks you dumb. 

“Oh yeah.” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Such a good lil’ slut f’me. Taking m’so well.” 

God his hand was so sloppy on his dick that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. Just wanting to fuck you and have you do this f’him. 

Ah, your plushy walls would suck him in so nicely. One hand speeds up on his cock, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. Tugging and pulling at the same jerky rhythm they would smack your ass while he stuffs you full. 

So much better than any other sugar daddy ever could. Oh how Satoru would love to mess up your pretty pussy and your lipstick. He’d fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on if he could.

And you’d be able to do nothing but gasp and whimper into his lips, cockdrunk and dazed, “Shit shit shit- Toru m’gonna - Hah- Wanna cum. Please wan’ cum-” Oh how he’d burn down this entire fucking world to hear you call him that. 

“Fuck,” he curses, bucking into his fist, tight balls twitching so sensitively. “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. M’gonna cum- shit- gonna cum, princess.”

“Cum f’me, Toru. Fill me up with y’cum- wanna take all of it.”

And then he’s cumming. 

A ragged, raw moan of your name leaving his lips. Thick, hot ropes of cum that should be painting your pussy white - but, alas, he’s spilling into his fist so shamefully. And amongst the stars behind his eyes he’s sees you - you you you-

You, fucking your cunt deeper onto his cock to take every drop of his cum. You, whispering sweet little praises as his seed gushes down your thigh, telling him that oh he’s doing so well, and he’s the best boyfriend ever and you already want more-

You, at the arm of his father.

Shit, he needs to shower. Again. 

---

Ever since that little incident that night, everything changed. 

At this point, you didn’t even feel that usual little bitterness whenever your sugar daddy canceled for some urgent business. And, well, it made you blush to admit but you found yourself heading over to the Gojo Estate more and more frequently, often just to catch a glimpse of Gojo - or a quick kiss in the stuffy broom closet. Whichever left you more time to run away from looming security and his father. 

But that was exactly the problem. 

Because no matter how thick the tension lingering in the air between you two was, nothing had gone past heated kisses and touches. Either you were brought back to reality with the possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure at those galas, or someone just had to interrupt. Seriously, with how many times Satoru has had to pay off his poor personal assistant, you’ve been wondering whether he actively seeks you two out. 

And it really didn’t help that Satoru always tasted so goddamn delicious. Fingers searing on your skin, cologne heavy in the heady air, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself. 

But, hey, desperate times bring devious measures.

Which is why you were here right now - sinking into the plushiest bed at the Gojo Estate, clad in your delicate light blue lingerie. One that was custom-made in this specific shade of blue. Because while your sugar daddy preferred you in red, you’re sure he wouldn’t mind you using his credit card for other ulterior motives, right? 

You just hoped that Satoru would just so happen to get a peak when you sneak out to use the bathroom later. What would he say? Would he like it? Would his eyes roam over your body, fingers twiddling with the flimsy lace?

But more importantly - would it be enough to make him break? Even if just a little bit?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You’re startled out of your little whirlwind thoughts by knocking on the door. Steady, and matching your racing heart. Ah, Satoru’s father, you hastily get up to fix your hair.

“Yo, princess, are you naked or can I come in? Or can I come in when you’re naked?”

That wasn’t your sugar daddy. 

Not even thinking of your current outfit anymore, you rush to throw the heavy wooden doors open to see that, yes, it really was Satoru standing at the door. All bright grins and flushed cheeks as he drinks you in. Brows raising as his eyes move down from your face once. Twice. Thrice. 

Success. 

“What’re you doing here, Satoru?” you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. Trying to hold back the smirk threatening to curl your lips at the way he gulps.

“Uh- My father’s off to some urgent b-business.” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. “Told me to tell you he’s sorry and wishes you the breas- best.”

Oh. 

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Satoru’s father has canceled on you. But it would be the first time that he’s canceled on you so conveniently enough to leave you alone with his unfairly hot son. Now, you couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste, right?

You lean slightly against the door, body ghosting Satoru’s, teasing him, “Well, when is my dear sugar daddy coming back from his business? Tell him I miss him.”

It’s a joke - and both of you probably know it. But that doesn’t stop Satoru’s brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, suddenly a different man from the flustered one he was just a few seconds ago as he mutters, “I don’t think he’ll be back tonight.”

“Aww, must be some important business.” 

He clenches his jaw aggressively at that, gritting out a clipped little, “You do know that ‘business’ of his is his secretary right?”

“I know. What a shame, right? Guess I’ll just have to go home n’ wait for him then?” you mockingly sigh - God, someone give you an Oscar. Moving to close the door in Satoru’s face, only to be stopped by a large hard smacking into the doorframe - as you knew it would. 

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna let you come out looking like that and let you go home without tearing it to shreds.”

And that’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.

The door is slamming shut before you know it, and you’re shoved against it. Satoru’s lips such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit. Hands just everywhere - cradling your cheek, teasing your nipples through your bra, running down to squeeze and grope your ass. He just couldn’t get enough of you. 

Fuck twiddling with the lace, Satoru seemed well and fully intent to rip it off of you. And you’d let him. Just like he was letting you shove his overpriced button-up down his toned shoulders. Soft little rips sounding in the heady air at the urgency but neither of you could give less of a fuck. 

All you could think of is the way Satoru was so pretty and muscled. Drinking in all the dips and curves of pale skin underneath your fingertips. 

“Fuck, princess. Chose this color on purpose, huh?” his fingers dive under the hem of your bra, “Wanted to drive me crazy, mm?”

“Y-yes, Satoru.” you gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. “Wanted you to look at it. Got it custom-made all f’you.” words muffled as he sucks on your tongue. Satoru was always such a messy kisser, licking at the seam of your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours with no shame or shyness. A delicate trail of drool already starting at the corner of your mouth. 

Ah, it was too much for him. Satoru almost thinks he could cum in his pants right now at your sinful little admission. 

Which is why he pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting out a broken little hum of appreciation into your skin. “Thought so.”

And then your bra’s hitting the floor, tits spilling out into the cold bedroom air. But only for a split-second because Satoru’s immediately groping each and every inch of skin he can find. 

“Look so fucking beautiful like this.” Rolling your swollen nipples between two fingers as he mutters - more to himself than you, “Was gonna let him see you in this slutty lil’ thing, too?” leaning down to tongue lazily little circles on one nipple. Words muffled as he wraps his lips so prettily around your tit - tugging, just grazing with his teeth, “Matching my eyes, huh? Fuckin’ gonna be the death of me shit-”

Satoru was insatiable. Wanting all of you all at the same time. And you follow his line of sight to see him locked on your dripping cunt - soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Clenching around nothing as his pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight. 

Like a madman, he immediately drops to his knees. But you don’t think he even feels the pain as he bites down on the hem of your wet panties. Looking up at you with dazed eyes - miles away. 

Breath ghosting your quivering cunt, tugging lightly with his teeth, “Next time, I’m gonna be the one buying you these.”

Then he’s pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds. Grinning so devilishly around it as he gets his first sight of your pretty pussy.  Oh you were so perfect for him. So mouthwateringly wet. 

“Shit, princess. Can’t believe you were fucking holdin’ out on me.”  he muses in wonder, eyes wide at the way your sloppy pussy was glistening in the dim lighting. 

“You were the one that-”

And usually, Satoru loves hearing you run your mouth, but this time he’s shutting you up by diving face-first into your dripping cunt. Cute little mewls leaving you as he presses so shamefully deep that his nose was against your throbbing clit, rubbing languidly as he licks a thick stripe up your swollen folds. 

And then it was like something snapped. 

Because one taste of you and Satoru’s going wild. Throwing a leg over his shoulder to lick more desperately all all over your cunt, lapping up all the juices that gush out of you. Already so addicted because shit you were so much sweeter than in his dreams. 

“Ah! Hngh- please.” you mewl, as he wraps his glossy lips around your swollen clit. All you get is a feral little grunt, his jaw parted, eyes looking like he’s on cloud nine as starts to suck harshly. Filthy little squelches filling the air as Satoru rolls his tongue across your clit. “Feels, s’good, Satoru.”

But your cute little whines turn into one of disappointment as Satoru pulls away ever-so-slightly. “Call m’Toru.” he slurs.

And he doesn’t waste any more time, tongue swishing in his mouth to spit on you once. Twice. Missing ever so slightly, and splattering on your thigh. You flinch, gasping out a breathless little, “Toru!”

“Oh shit, princess. Yeah- say m’name jus’ like that” he groans, ragged and raw. The last thing out of his mouth before he’s squeezing his soft tongue into your snug cunt. Dipping into your sloppy hole in and out in and out in and-

“He ever made you feel this good?” he moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you fuck yourself deeper into his unrelenting tongue. 

“W-what?”

“He ever made you feel this good? Cum so hard you see stars?”

You gasp out a pathetic little sob, “N-no. Want to- Wan’ you to make me cum, Toru. Make me cum around your tongue.”

And, well, what his girl wants - then she’s going to get. Because Satoru’s lapping at your cunt even more greedily than before. 

Stretching you out, breathing you in, looking up at your cute expression through his long lashes. Already so fucked-out for him. 

Nose rubbing purposefully in small circles on your clit. Fucking you with his tongue the way he wants to with his cock and he didn’t give a fuck if he suffocated in-between your thighs - he fucking loved it. 

“Hngh- shit shit shit yes!” your nails are digging into Satoru’s scalp at this point. The only thing steadying yourself to prevent you from collapsing onto the ground. And you really can’t help but angle his head just right so that his tongue curls against that one spot inside your plushy walls. 

Thankfully, he gets the memo. Because Satoru’s letting out a strangled little grunt at being so used by you as you drag your cunt across his pretty mouth. Body jerking into his as he hits that spot over and over-

“T-Toru- hah!” thighs quivering, Satoru’s grip bruising as he holds you up. “M’m gonna-” Your plushy walls sucking him up, thighs squeezing around his face. 

“Mhm?”

“Cum! M’gonna cum- ah- fuck fuck fuck-”

He groans huskily into your cunt. Throwing his head back ever-so-slightly to let your slick slide down his throat - greedily waiting for more that was to come. “Then show me how you cum, m’girl. Cum all over my tongue.”

And then you are - all over Satoru’s pretty face. And fuck he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked prettier. Holding his head in place as you rock your hips into his waiting mouth, letting him drink you in so greedily. Clamping down on his tongue like you were trying to milk him. 

And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d notice the delirious little heart eyes that Satoru was giving you, your cunt firm on his face and swollen lips letting out such pretty whines of his name. Toru Toru Toru - like a prayer as you fucking use him for your high. 

Ah, he could stay like this forever, he thinks. But no, an empty house and you all wet n’ pretty for him means there’s too much more to do. 

Which is why he’s pulling away, your slick decorating his lips so prettily. Smeared across the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the hardwood floor in a maddening little drip! drip! drip! 

And Satoru knows, with the way you watch him so intensely, mouth parted, eyes glossy. Which is why he runs a thumb along his mouth, pooling your juices on his fingers and popping them into his mouth. One by one. 

Your jaw drops a little in disbelief as Satoru licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste. Oh he was ruining you without even touching you. 

“Not enough, princess.” he chuckles. “C’mon, gimme a kiss.”

And, really, how could you ever say no to that face? Because you’re pulling him to you as soon as Satoru stands to his full height. Capturing his lips in such a sloppy, filthy kiss - forcing you to taste yourself and you half-lucidly wonder whether Satoru loved the taste almost as much as you because it was so him.

Bodies so close that your dripping cunt was seeping into his unfairly tight shirt. Forming a lewd little dark patch when Satoru lifts you effortlessly to guide you to the bed. Tongue still entwining obscenely with yours as he splays you out on the soft mattress for him. Drinking in that adorable lil’ shock on your face as you bounce on the bed, so drunk off of him that you didn’t even realize he was taking you to the bed. 

“Shit, y’look the prettiest like this, princess. S’a wonder m’not fucking passing out right now.” he hisses into your lips.

“Toru-” you whine, and shit the way his cock jumps at the mere sound of your voice makes you think that this will be a little trick you’re using more often. “Wan’ your cock s’bad. Wanna-”

You don’t even have the patience to finish the sentence before you’re fumbling with his belt. Something hefty and overpriced but you can’t possibly think about that right now because fuck you get the first sliver of milky skin. 

Satoru’s thighs were so sculpted and thick. It made your mouth absolutely water to wonder what it would feel like to ride them to insanity.

“Y’wanna ride my thighs? Fuck princess, you really are driving me crazy.” 

Shit had you said that out loud? 

Ah, well, it doesn’t matter because Satoru’s pulling his boxers down - so tight with his swollen cock, a dark patch right where his weeping head was. And you almost pout at losing the opportunity to take them off but oh how you’re distracted by the sinful sight before you. 

Satoru was massive - so long and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Shit, you were going to have to get a lingerie set in this color one of these days. He was achingly hard and throbbing, springing up to smear precum all over his abs. 

And before you can even react, Satoru’s pulling you to him. Manhandling your pretty self so easily to straddle one, large thigh. 

“Oh- hngh, Toru.” you look up at him all doe-eyed and teary as he doesn’t even wait for you to register what’s all happening. Grip bruising on your hips as he rocks your hips so sluttily on his leg. “F-feels s’good. Ah-”

“Yeah? Y’like it? Like getting yourself off like a lil’ slut on my thigh?” he groans into your ear, low and husky with need. 

You nod wildly, sloppy pussy dripping all over his thigh, seeping into his skin as you grind your hips to meet his movements. “Like it s’much- ah-”

“Mhm? Better than anything he could ever do?”

“Yes yes yes, Toru-” you sob, cheeks burning as you realize that you’re humping him like a bitch in heat - but oh judging by the carnal little glint in his eyes, he liked it. Loved it, even. Because Satoru could feel the way your swollen folds spread to grind against him, clit pulsing so maddeningly against his skin. So filthy and messy as you used him to get yourself off. “S’much better- the best-”

He just didn’t expect to feel a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Eyes flying open to see you - all glassy-eyed, and fucking yourself on his thigh - wrap a hand around his cock. Starting to move in shallow, unsteady little motions up and down his throbbing cock to get him off at the same time as you.

“Wan’ you to cum, too, Toru.”

“Oh fuck.” he grunts, letting his hips fuck up into your fist in mindless little motions. “Y’don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

And with that his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips, forcing you to hold on for dear life as he drags your dripping cunt faster and faster across his thick. Movements erratic and frenzied now. 

Of course, you were not one to be out-done. 

Satoru’s precum spilling down your hand, your wrist now aching and wet, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. But you still tighten your fist around his pulsing cock, desperately flying up and down his length. Pulling in quick, jerky motions to milk him for all he’s worth again and again and-

“You’re so oh- good f’me, princess.” he hums. “Your hngh- hands are so p-pretty wrapped around my cock. So perfect for me.” Bucking his hips wildly to meet your hand now, fucking your fist with no shame. Pulling you harsher on his thigh. “S’such a shame you had to hah fuck- meet my father first. I’d have been so much better.”

“Toru!” you squeal as one hand moves deftly from your hips to draw quick, hasty little circles on your throbbing clit. The friction from his thigh and fingers too much to handle. 

“I’d make you happier.” Your body is shaking now, hands messy and trembling around his swollen cock. “I’d make you laugh more and give you all m’time.” You can’t even look at him at this point, eyes scrunched close in ecstasy as Satoru whispers these maddening little phrases into your open mouth. 

“I’d make you cum harder.”

Oh and then you are - tears in your eyes, body convulsing into his as you cum. And of course he’s smirking smugly as he watches you ride your high out on his thigh, brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. Not now. Not yet. 

“So, better than him or not?”

But shit was it hard. 

Especially when you raise your pretty, barely-lucid eyes to meet his, whimpering out a soft little, “I don’ know yet, Toru. Gonna hafta stuff me full of your cock if you wanna know.”

And perhaps for the first time since you walked in on him after the shower that night, the great Gojo Satoru is taken aback. Eyes widening in surprise, kiss-bitten lips falling into a soft oh! of disbelief. But not for long - never for long - because a devilish little grin breaks out across his face immediately afterwards. 

“Shit, y’really are perfect f’me, princess.”

With a low growl, Satoru is easily pulling your body - limp and boneless in his hands - to straddle his toned hips. 

You let out a yelp at the feeling of his fat tip just kissing your swollen folds, dragging teasingly along them, collecting the slick beading out of your sloppy cunt. Back and forth-

“Who’s got you feeling this way?”

“You, Toru.”

And then he’s pushing in, swollen cock bullying into your snug pussy. Thumbs drawing steady little circles on your hips - yes to reassure you but also to fight off that feral little part of himself that just wants to stuff your pretty lil’ pussy full until his heavy balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust. 

But no. No, it was so much better when you were the one desperately trying to suck up his cock. Gasping and moaning out strangled little whimpers of his name as you sink yourself down on his throbbing dick. Inch by fucking inch. 

“S’too big- Hngh! I-is it even halfway in?” you whimper out, and Satoru could almost laugh humorlessly as he tilts his head to glance downwards and shit- he was barely a quarter in. 

“No.” 

“F-fuck” cute little tears streaking down your face now, thighs trembling, “Toru, I-I don’t think I can-”

“You can. And you will.” Fucking up into you in short, rapid little jabs to squeeze himself deeper into your tight pussy. Shit, it was such a squeeze, you were milking the ever-loving soul out of him. And it only made him impossibly harder inside you, making you whine and grind down - torn between chasing the feeling of being so deliciously full and the sheer pressure. “Shit, love when your pussy’s sucking me up so good.” 

One hand is on your hip, sliding you farther and farther down his cock, the other drawing urgent, quick patterns on your clit. Not even circles anymore because shit Satoru doesn’t have the patience nor the sanity for that. Throbbing veins rubbing so sinfully against that one spot in your dripping cunt, splitting you apart to the same rhythm as the pulsing. 

And as soon as your ass meets his heavy balls - already so wet with precum and slick - Satoru doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore. Mind spinning, he doesn’t waste any time at all. 

“Fuck yes.” Satoru hisses, throwing his head back. “Fucking finally.” He pulls his hips back, far enough that his angry, red tip is just kissing your sloppy entrance, surging forward, forward, forward- “Y’don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted this, princess. Needed this s’bad, so so bad you don’t understand. Shit.”

And, hey, his girl deserved to be fucked dumb, right?

“Needed this ever since I saw you at that goddamn gala.” he whispers into your lips, ragged and so fucked-out. Each word punctuated by a harsh, heavy thrust. Ones that have you keening and grasping Satoru’s broad back for support. Nails raking down his shoulders as his pace gets faster. More purposeful.

And you can do nothing but take it, barely even able to form any coherent sentences. So prettily sat on Satoru’s lap as he fucks into you, babbling sweet little nonsenses made for your ears only. “Ever since I saw that murderous little glare you threw at those snobby guests.”

His balls smacking against your ass over and over. A quick, steady little tempo that you were losing your mind to. “Ever since you let me take your hand and drag you away to that secret bar to take shots instead of champagne.”

You don’t know whether you’re even crying at this point - all you know is that your cheeks are wet and your voice is broken as your let out a little, “F-fuck, Satoru- but your fa-”

“Fuck that.” he whines, and you could almost laugh at the adorable pout that makes its way onto his face. And at that you can feel him jolt so deliciously, head snapping up to meet yours. “I’m the better one.”

And as if he’s trying to prove it to your cunt, he’s drilling into you faster. Harder. Hips burning now as he fucks you like some animal. Hitting that sweet spot over and over. “I’m the one with the personality and the looks.” Long fingers almost a blur on your clit as he matches his place. Cock hot, and throbbing inside you. 

“I’m the heir, I get the company, too, if that’s what you like.” He’s bouncing you on his cock animalistically now. Hungry gaze taking in the way you’re sucking him up so well. “And I’m funnier one, I’m the one that should be by your side.”

You see stars behind your eyes at both the pleasure and sheer overstimulation as Satoru starts fucking your cunt as best he could without fucking breaking you  - but, honestly, he didn’t give a shit if you cried. He just wanted to stuff you full and have you cum harder than you ever have in your life. 

“Fuck- fuck yes m’gonna cum Toru- hngh.” You pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. “M-make ah! Make me cum, fill me up please, Toru.”

You feel him shudder inside you, balls squeezing so painfully. Hips sloppy and absolutely soaked with precum and slick. “Sh-shit, you’re not too good for m’heart. Ngh, f-fuck- I should be the one to make you cum. Over and over until you don’t know what it feels like to not.”

“Toru!” your eyes fly open, “Yes yes yes- it’s you. Only you-”

Oh, like something snapped then Satoru’s surging forward to bite down on the crook of your neck. Hard. You’d almost think he was out to draw blood. And then with a low groan, and one, harsh little thrust, Satoru’s cumming and cumming inside your pretty pussy. And you are too - back arching as you milk his cock through his high. 

Fingers digging into your skin as he holds your hips to his, letting your cunt be filled up so sloppily. Pumping thick, hot ropes of seed that dribbled out of you each time he pumped his hips into yours. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside you. 

And then you’re both collapsing, the exhaustion suddenly hitting the both of you as Satoru moves you both to lay on the mattress. Fuck, Satoru watches in wonder as his cum gushes out of you and forms a wet little pool on the expensive sheets as he starts to pull out. One round might just not be enough. 

Yet not yet - he can feel his eyes drooping, muscles aching as he pulls your sticky body closer to his. And Satoru knows he should get up and wipe you both down. But right now, he’s too drunk off the heat of your body and that angry little bite on your neck. Distracted by the cute lil’ expression on your face, so tired and thoroughly fucked out. Fingers playing with his hair, looking at him with an expression so fond - just like in his dreams. 

Nothing more is said. And all is quiet in your strange little heaven. 

That is, until - “So, princess. Wouldn’t ya wanna be an heiress instead of a sugar baby?”

A/N. How we feeling???

Plagiarism not authorized.

[ja3yun]

The Doll House | M.List & Intro

doll!enha (hyung line) x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), dolls, mentions of possession and demons, specific warnings on individual chapters synopsis: when you're strapped for cash and an opportunity arises to help you out, you're stuck in a mansion with 4 human-like dolls who do anything but sit still. taglist: closed!! a/n: hi! so this was actually inspired by this ask and originally i was thinking of making it a long one-shot but then i was like, what if each hyung line member got their own chapter? so here we are! below is an introduction into the fic so make sure you read it before going into the chapters! they should be released every 1-2 weeks but i still have to write them so it's tbd right now.

warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), subby!jake, oral (m. rec), slight throat fucking, whimpering and whining, pet names (baby doll, pup), begging.

wc: 7.7k

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synopsis: it's your first week at your new job and you make a shocking revelation that puts your world in a spin and lets you experience something you never knew was possible

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, dom!hoon (i didn't mean this, it just happened), begging but not really, horror elements obvs

wc: 8.9k

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synopsis: once you find out the dolls' secret, you're on the hunt to find out how they became this way. in the library you stumble across something and you're left alone with park sunghoon who promises to keep your rendezvous with jaeyun a secret from their owner, but not without something in return

warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom!jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m.rec), punishment, pussy slapping, begging, slight choking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, princess), mentions of fire and other supernatural elements, anything else lmk!

wc: 10.3k

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synopsis: your friend comes to visit you in the mansion after a month but her harsh words towards the dolls brings out a protective side, and jongseong lets you in on some secrets about the house and how they came to be.

warnings: smut (mdni), pure filth, dom!hee, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m&f. rec), clit biting, throat fucking, cock worshipping, doggy, spanking, squirting, slight degradation and choking, pet names (baby), supernatural elements, religious themes (heaven/hell), anything else lmk!

wc: 16.8k

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synopsis: with only 2 weeks left, you have formed a bond with each of the dolls, well, all of them except heeseung. as you snoop around his room to find out more about him, he gives you all the answers you're looking for and opens your eyes to a world you never knew was possible.

warnings: smut (mdni), threesome, unprotected sex, cream pie, eiffel tower, oral (m&f.rec), deep throating, doggy, soft dom!hoon/sub!jake, hoon&jae don't get it on but there is one kiss, cum plugging, nipple play, angst, mentions of heaven/hell, not a lot of jongseong (sorry jay lovers!)

wc: 22k

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synopsis: you and jaeyun return to the house that started it all, however you didn't realise the impact that leaving would have on the demon you left behind, leaving you with a choice to make, and both involve visiting heeseung's room just one more time.

“How long for how much?” 

"Two months, 5k, just cleaning some woman's house," Mia responds, placing the newspaper in front of you with a dramatic flourish, the ad circled in pink glitter pen.

Taking the paper from her, you wrinkle your brow and examine the advertisement with scepticism and intrigue, "Isn't it strange that she's advertising in the newspaper? Who even reads these anymore?" Upon closer inspection, you sneer and return it to Mia, your fingertips leaving light smudges on the paper, "And she didn't even put her name, just 'Ms. Kim'."

This whole situation feels odd. What employer doesn’t post an ad on the internet like a normal person? 

"She's probably ancient, Y/N. Old folks aren't exactly tech-savvy," Mia offers, attempting to rationalise the oddity.

Despite your reservations, the need for employment weighs heavily. Losing your job last month has left little time for finding a new one, and the bills certainly haven't stopped coming. £5000 for two months' work is an enticing offer, especially considering your previous job paid a fraction of that for an entire month's work.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you contemplate the offer. The uncertainty gnaws at you, but the allure of some financial stability is hard to ignore. Mia watches you, her expression a mixture of concern and anticipation as she awaits you to make up your mind. She could use the money too, giving her some extra cash to pay for her birthday trip in a couple of months.

"You know what?" you finally say, breaking the heavy silence that hangs between you. "Let's give it a shot. It's just two months, right? And we could really use the money."

Mia's face lights up with a grin, her enthusiasm infectious, "That's the spirit! Besides, how bad could it be? It's just cleaning."

You nod in agreement, though a lingering sense of unease tugs at the edges of your mind like a persistent itch you can't scratch. Pushing it aside, you focus on the prospect of income and the relief it would bring.

"Alright then," you say, mustering up a smile despite the nagging doubts that linger in the back of your mind. "Let's do it. But if anything feels off, we bail, deal?"

Mia nods enthusiastically, already dialling Ms. Kim’s number on her phone, her eagerness palpable as she eagerly anticipates the adventure that lies ahead.

_____

The drive to Ms. Kim's house feels never-ending, with each mile leaving the city behind and the surroundings blurring into an everlasting blur of trees and road. You check the satnav, hoping for a break from the monotony, only to see that, tragically, it still shows an hour left on the journey.

The scenery outside appears stuck in time, with the trees going past in a repeated rhythm that does little to break the spell of boredom. You peek at Mia, who sits next to you in the driver's seat, her expression conveying a similar mix of frustration and resignation.

The radio drones on in the background, a pitiful attempt to break the quiet that hangs thick in the air. You reach over and fumble with the dial, hoping to find a distraction, but each station either plays static or music you've heard a thousand times before.

“You seriously need to get a better car, Y/N. I told you we should have taken mine,” she snips at you, the journey clearly getting to her. You had run out of conversation in the first hour, discussing your non-existent love life and jobs that you have applied for. Since nothing was going on in your life, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“We said we would take mine so she would feel pity and give us more money,” you grumble, sinking into your seat in protest. If this woman has enough money to spend on random girls cleaning her house, she could have some more to throw at you as charity; you’ll take anything at this point.

The drive continues until finally, you pull up to Ms. Kim’s house. But calling it a house feels like a gross understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling castle that looms larger than life before you. 

A long gravel path stretches out before you, leading up to the imposing sand-coloured building. The mansion seems to bask in its own magnificence, the rustic feel and unkept garden only add a sense of eeriness to your wonder.

You exchange a glance with Mia, both of you momentarily speechless. This is not what you expected when you answered the ad in the newspaper. You expected it to be big, obviously, she wasn't going to give out 5k for a studio apartment, but this is on another level of anything you could have imagined.

Mia locks the car door, unsure whether to approach the large double doors. She outstretches her hand for you to take, seeking your comfort as she takes the first steps. You both look like you’re back in your first year of high school, scared that as soon as you step foot in the place, it will swallow you whole.

“We’re supposed to clean this every day?” you ask in disbelief.

Shaking her head, Mia tries to convey a sense of confidence in her voice yet it fails, “Surely not, the travel alone is too much for someone to do every day.”

With hesitant steps, you both make your way to the entrance, your finger reaching out to press the doorbell which rings a faint familiar tune, one you’ve heard plenty yet could never place the name. For a moment, there is only silence, and you begin to wonder if anyone is home. But then, with a creak that seems to reverberate through the very foundations of the mansion, the door slowly swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadow.

A woman stands in front of you, her elegant clothes and neatly styled hair give her the appearance of a 90s supermodel. She doesn't resemble the idea you had of Ms. Kim. "Y/N and Mia?" she inquires, her voice smooth and melodious, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she tilts her head with a smile.

You share a puzzled look with Mia. This woman could not possibly be Ms. Kim. For starters, she seems way too young to be the owner of this castle; she had to be just slightly older than yourself and you can barely afford to buy a loaf of bread. The advertisement plainly said that Ms. Kim was looking for help, hinting that she was an elderly homeowner in need of assistance. Second, the decision to advertise in a newspaper rather than somewhere like Indeed does not fit the image of a 20-something.

Your mind races with questions, but before you can express your reservations, the woman motions for you to follow her into the mansion. With a shared look, you and Mia exchange a silent agreement, remembering that you promised to bail as soon as anything got weird. 

As you cross the threshold, the heavy wooden door slams behind you with a bang and you follow the mystery woman deeper into the mansion's maze halls, you can't help but feel like there's more to this situation than meets the eye.

“My name is Kim Soonyeol, Ms. Kim is probably how you know me. I am so happy you answered my ad so promptly! I was scared no one would answer it,” she explains.

Walking through the large hallways, you notice one thing that seems to be a prominent feature.

Dolls. 

Lots and lots of creepy, old-timey porcelain dolls. They line the shelves, perched on antique furniture, and seem to stare at you with unblinking eyes as you pass by. Their features are fixed, ranging from serene to sinister, each contributing to the feeling of discomfort in the air.

Mia's grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating from her as she whispers, "Do you think they all have cameras in their eyes?" Her words send a chill down your spine, and you can't help but entertain the unsettling thought.

The woman leading you through the mansion seems unbothered by the presence of the dolls, her demeanour calm and composed as she gestures for you to follow. But you can't shake the feeling that there's something deeply wrong about this place.

"I am going away on some business for 2 months," she begins, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "and I need you to clean this entire house from top to bottom as well as a few...other errands."

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. Soonyeol is ominous in her explanations, not delving any further into these ‘errands’. It's strange to you, why can’t her house stay stagnant for a month or two?

“There are a lot of rooms, Ms. Kim,” you comment, hoping she might open up and explain anything about this castle and why the fuck it is filled to the brim with porcelain dolls. It’s not exactly a young person’s hobby to collect these things - unless they’re haunted, then you know you need to take a sharp turn for the exit.

She smiles fondly, “Yes, each bedroom is designated to a precious doll of mine,” she offers as an explanation but fails to give any clarity.

“She is fucking crazy,” your friend whispers to you, her hand now gripping your arm as she walks slightly behind you, letting you take the lead in case of danger. 

As Soonyeol gestures towards a room at the end of the corridor, she announces, "And this is your room. I've made sure I at least cleaned this before I left," punctuating her statement with a chuckle. With a flourish, she opens the door, revealing a space that dwarfs your flat and the corner shop it sits above.

But your confusion quickly turns to apprehension as Soonyeol's words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'our room'?" you interject, trying to mask the rising unease in your voice. "Isn't this just a cleaning job?"

Soonyeol's expression shifts, her eyes widening with a hint of anger as she leans back and places a hand on her chest. "Wasn't I clear in the ad that you would be housesitting?" she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. "I cannot leave my babies here on their own. They can't fend for themselves."

A chill runs down your spine as her words sink in.,"Babies?" you repeat, your mind reeling at the implications of her statement, "What do you mean by that?"

But before you can press for answers, Soonyeol is already ushering you and Mia out of the guest bedroom and into another part of the mansion. As you step into the dining room, you're met with a sight that you can't quite put into words.

Four figures sit at the dining table, their faces with different expressions and their bodies unmoving. At first glance, they appear to be ordinary people, but then it hits you like a bolt of lightning - they're not real. They're dolls, human-like dolls arranged as if they were waiting for a meal that would never come.

A shiver runs down your spine as you exchange a horrified glance with Mia. The realisation sinks in like a stone in the pit of your stomach - this woman is not just eccentric, she's fucking unhinged. And as you stand in that surreal dining room, surrounded by figures that seem to stare back at you with empty eyes, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating fog.

Despite Mia’s step back, you move forward, looking at them in detail. They are exquisitely done, each of them with their own unique features and life-like skin. You knew dolls like this existed but not to this level of detail. They must be worth thousands of pounds, easily in the double digits.

“If you cannot stay then I will have to look for someone else,” she starts to dismiss you much to Mia’s relief; she is already mentally back in the car and screeching out. 

As Soonyeol's words hang in the air, the weight of her ultimatum settling heavily on your shoulders, Mia visibly relaxes, relief evident in her demeanour. She's already mentally back in the car, ready to screech out of this bizarre situation.

But your attention is drawn to one particular doll seated at the dining table. His eyes, although lifeless, seem to pull you in with an inexplicable allure. He's striking, meticulously detailed with dark cherry-red hair, wide lips, and a figure that exudes an almost ethereal charm, even in his simple white t-shirt. His eyes, though small, are framed by long lashes that only add to his beauty.

Before you realise what you're doing, your mouth begins to speak, surprising both you and Mia. "I can stay, sure," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out with a sense of inevitability.

"What?" Mia's incredulous voice snaps you back to reality, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pleads with you to reconsider, "You can't up and move your life for 2 months!" she warns in a hushed tone, her concern palpable.

“I don’t exactly have anything to go back to,” you shrug, knowing that all that awaits you back in the city is unopened bills and mouldy cheese. Mia has much more to lose, a job and boyfriend aren’t exactly something you can just upchuck.

"You go home, and I'll do it," you suggest, a plan forming in your mind as you speak, "You can visit on your days off and help me out. I'll make sure you get half the money."

Mia doesn't look entirely convinced, but the thought of such a large sum of money for minimal work seems to appeal to her pragmatic side, "Will you be okay?" she asks, genuine concern etched into her features.

You consider the question carefully, a strange sense of reassurance emanating from the dolls behind you, despite their unsettling presence, "I will be. If anything happens, I'll come straight home," you assure her, your voice steadier than you feel.

Reluctantly, Mia agrees, nodding her head as she steps to the side to speak with Soonyeol and gather more information about the job. Left alone with the dolls, you can't help but steal one last glance at the cherry-red-haired figure that caught your eye earlier. But something is different this time - the smirk on his lips and the narrowed gaze in his eyes seem almost... knowing. 

Was he doing that before?

[starryeyedadmirer]

In the thick silence of the spacious den, Max sat on the couch with his father, Hank, fidgeting with his fingers as Hank flipped through a magazine.

"Dad, I've been thinking.” Max awkwardly began, choking on his own saliva, "What other powers do I have? You know, like… other than lifting stuff with my mind, and setting things on fire?”

Hank looked up from his magazine, his face riddled with guilt. He’d been keeping a secret from Max for far too long… and, hearing the heaviness in his son’s voice, he knew that it was finally time to come clean. Preparing to rip off the band-aid, he took a deep breath and looked into Max's eyes.

"Max.” He sighed. “You do have… another power. Um… your mother and I didn’t think it would ever come up again, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t lie to you. Your secret power is… the ability to get pregnant, gestate a very powerful life-force inside of you, and give birth to super-babies at a highly accelerated rate."

Max's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

Feeling a huge weight lift from his shoulders, Hank nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, this time. It's just... I know it's not the type of power you'd expect, and I was worried about how you'd react again. I didn't know how to tell you, Max. Your mother and I thought that it would be best if we just kept it a secret."

Max processed the revelation fairly quickly, as though it was something that he’d already experienced in a series of strange dreams. "So, you're saying I can, like, impregnate myself… and progress through a whole pregnancy in only a few minutes?"

Hank nodded again. "Yes. That’s it. Actually, you've had several babies before… and they’re all super-ing around, somewhere out there… but we had your memories wiped, so that you wouldn't remember the experiences.”

A mix of disappointment and intrigue clouding his thoughts, Max decided to put his unique ability to the test. He had always wondered what his hidden ability was… truly… and, while his father’s answer might not be what he had imagined, it was undeniably fascinating. With a mischievous grin, he couldn't resist the urge to impregnate himself on the spot, curious to witness the rapid transformation firsthand. He focused, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his veins. Within moments, his belly began to expand, swelling with life.

'I can feel it, Dad!” Max exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "I can feel the baby growing inside of me! Woah!”

Hank watched his son, realizing the impact this revelation had on him. He felt a pang of remorse for keeping Max in the dark for so long.

Max's disappointment transformed into a sense of pride. He may not have had the traditional powers of a superhero, or the great adoration and respect from the public that his father had, but he did possess the miraculous ability to bring life into the world in a way no one else could. And in his eyes, that was pretty cool.

"Max, I know it might sound strange, but I need you to understand that your power isn’t as useless, or frivolous as it may seem.” Hank explained as his son’s face beamed, his tone gentle. "If the Thundermans ever find themselves needing to recruit an army, you would be the guy for the job."

Max's eyes widened in realization. "You mean, I could create an entire army in a matter of minutes? Just by impregnating myself?"

“Exactly! Now, go to your room and give birth to that baby. If this time is anything like the last, your contractions are gonna start soon. Oh, and bring the kid back down here when you’re done. I think we’ll let you keep this one.”

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan comes across your ex Joel Miller, who happens to still have feelings for you and decides to make him jealous.]

Some smut, jealousy

“Negan it was long ago, it doesn’t matter”

“Does it? Cause the way he looked at you said a lot different, better yet-“ he turned you around to face him.

“The way you looked at him said a lot different”

Negan and Jane

“I found someone who could help you two,” Tommy said to Joel and Ellie.

“His name is Negan, he’s got a car you guys can use.“

“Im listening” Joel responded.

“He has a sanctuary not too far ahead, we haven’t had any problems so far. We just met him but we’ve traded a few things. For the car he wants more weapons”

“I ain’t giving up any more of my damn weapons” Joel was stubborn making Ellie rub her forehead.

“Joel, this is the only way to get to where you want to go. My car isn’t going to last much longer. I got no other options for you” Tommy explained. It was obvious Joel wasn’t too happy of the idea but gave in.

Sitting with Negan in the kitchen, you were both interrupted with Simon coming in letting you know the man he was waiting for was there.

“Who’s he talking about?” You asked as Negan quickly got up walking out ahead of you.

“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart” he responded as you tried to keep up with him.

“Since when don’t you tell me things?”

“Cause this isn’t important” his response was a bit snobby as he opened the doors of the room walking inside.

“So what, I’d still like to know” you walked in beside him looking straight at who was in front of you. A shock making you take a stumble back as Negan looked at you strangely, watching as you stared at the man before you in a way he’d never seen.

“Jane?” Negan furrowed his brows before looking at the man in front of you and realizing he had the same look. It had been so long since you had seen Joel, his hair had touches of grey, yet he still looked like the Joel you knew.

Negan cleared his throat stepping in front of you making Joel look up at him. Looking over at Simon, Negan smirked as he took a step forward.

“Pardon me, but it seems by that holy shit look on your face that you just might know my lady”

Your heart was racing, you knew Negan was a jealous man.

“He’s- he’s an old friend” you quickly came out beside him. Taking a deep breath he looked over at you, gently caressing your face.

“Baby, you know I don’t like it when you lie to me” his tone was calm yet still made you nervous, more for Joel.

“My ex fiancée” Joel’s voice made you both look his way as Negans hand dropped from your face. His brother Tommy beside him with a young girl you had never seen beforem intrigued by what was going on.

“Is that right?” Negan raised his brows as he stepped closer to him. You knew what Negan was capable of and could feel your heart pounding outside of your chest. Joel didn’t look away, chin high showing no fear as he stared Negan right in his eyes.

Very much like Joel to do so.

What felt like forever in silence, Negan suddenly laughed and turned back to you.

“Well let’s help your friends out, shall we?” You could sense the sarcasm in his tone, you left the room quickly feeling uneasy. Negan remained still with a grin staring at Joel.

“I think this is gonna be fun” His grin disappearing into a threatening look before leaving the room.

“This is what cha bought me to?” Joel turned to his brother.

“I had no idea Joel, I swear.”

“Your ex fiancée huh” Ellie raised her brows.

“Don’t” Joel snapped.

“I ain’t staying here we’ll find another way” before he could get to the door Tommy stopped him.

“There’s no other way Joel, just take what help you get, they got a place for you to sleep tonight. Just stay” Joel was pissed, he knew his brother was right but the last thing he wanted was to stay around seeing the woman he still loved with another man.

Going through the cabinets pretending to be looking for something you heard Negan walk in behind you. He didn’t say anything at first, but you could feel him quietly observing you, walking up behind.

“Ex fiancé huh?”

You sighed looking down as he moved closer.

“Negan it was long ago, it doesn’t matter”

“Does it? Cause the way he looked at you said a lot different, better yet-“ he turned you around to face him.

“The way you looked at him said a lot different” he flared his nostrils looking down at you.

“It was nothing-“

“You sure about that?” He leaned his face closer making you back away. He took a deep breath in frustration and looked away.

“I’m going to bed” you pushed past him leaving the room.

Heading to the room Negan found Joel walking into the room across his and chuckled to himself. He knew exactly why he had Joel placed there.

In bed facing your back to the door you heard Negan step inside and lock the door. His boots could be heard walking from one side of the room to the other until he finally got into the bed behind you.

“Darling” he whispered close to your ear wrapping his arm around you.

“I’m sorry” he kissed your neck.

“It’s just…I can get a little” he kissed you again.

“Angry…when a man looks at you a certain way..”

“Well there’s no need to” you finally responded feeling yourself grow weak by his breath against your skin.

“Look at me” he turned your face up to him.

“Do you love that man?”

“No” you swallowed nervously, at least you didn’t think you did. Negan didn’t say another word and instead kissed you, turning your whole body to him he got on top of you and pushed your legs apart placing himself in between. The only thing seperating you both was the very thin fabric of your underwear and his boxers.

“Tell me you’re all mine” he looked deeply into your eyes as he reached between you.

“I am all yours” you whispered as you felt him slide your underwear to the side and begin to penetrate you.

Joel lay back in his bed wondering what the hell he got himself into. His hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling before hearing a sound coming from across the hall.

Joel knew exactly what that sound was, how could he not? He sat up in disbelief. The sound of your moans echoing in the hall, he was pissed.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” he stood up in the room pacing back and fourth as your moans grew louder. Images running through his mind, memories of how you sounded with him when he made love to you. Jealousy and rage getting the best of him, he picked up the chair beside the bed and threw it against the wall.

“Stop! What was that?” You panted pushing Negan off, quickly grabbing your robe. From

your knowledge the rooms around you were always kept empty for privacy, Negan made it this way.

“It’s probably nothing, baby come on” he rushed putting his pants on following you to the door.

Tying your robe shut you opened the door to find Joel walking out of the room in front of you, both of you stopping in your tracks.

“Joel?” You whispered in shock and embarrassment. He was angry, you had never seen Joel look this angry.

“Having fun?”

“Joel, I…I didn’t know you were in that room” Negan came up behind you with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry pal, my lady can get a little loud when she’s with me-“

“Negan” you looked back at him cutting him off as Joel walked outside.

“Why would you do that?” You walked back inside the room dressing yourself.

“Do what?”

“You purposely put him there! Why would you embarrass me like that?!” You stood up staring straight at him.

“Oh come on, it was just a joke” he chuckled.

“A joke? At my expense? I didn’t think you took being intimate with me as a joke to show off in competition with another man-“

“There’s no competition, baby” he responded in a cocky manner.

“You sure? Cause it sure seemed like you had something to prove” you walked out angrily slamming the door as he called out your name loudly.

“Stupid” you came outside in the late night with tears in your eyes. Just wanting to get away from Negan for a moment, not realizing Joel was a few feet away from you leaning on a fence, his back to you until he heard you come out. The two of you locking eyes, his anger suddenly turning into concern the second he saw you were crying.

“The hell he do to you?” He rushed towards you almost heading back to where Negan was before you stopped him.

“Nothing! Nothing, we just argued” you looked down in shame brushing your tears away.

“I can’t believe he just used me like that to get you mad” you whispered to yourself.

“Yeah, well it worked.” He admitted in frustration. You sighed looking away not noticing the way he stared at you. Even through the anger he couldn’t help but stop and want to take in every part of you. He never thought he would see you again. His eyes drifting down to your black pants and tank top, your hair was a lot longer than he remembered. He stopped at the soft plump look of your lips as you brushed your fingers through your hair.

“You look good” his words making you look at him a bit surprised. An immediate look of regret in his eyes wondering if he should have said anything.

“Thank you” you smiled, your smile somehow bringing him some kind of tranquility before asking him the unexpected.

“Where’s Sarah?” He should’ve known you’d ask for her, the two of you were actually close when you were with him. He hadn’t come across anyone else that knew her so he never had to mention her, he grew used to that, it was better for him. Turning away looking down he cleared his throat.

“She’s um…she didn’t make it” both hands came to your lips, almost immediately finding yourself rushing beside him. Without thinking placing your hands on his arm making him turn to you.

“Oh Joel…I’m so sorry” you could see him holding back tears as he looked down at you, clenching his jaw as he turned away. He nodded not saying a word, your hands still on his arms until the sound of Negans voice surprised you.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” He

spoke sarcastically as you quickly took your hands off and stepped back.

“Negan I was just-“ he walked towards you tilting his head sideways with a smile.

“Why don’t you get back inside baby, I’ll be right in.” You looked over at Joel only pissing him off more, his smile quickly vanishing.

“Let’s go in together” you spoke softly looking back at Negan, afraid of what he wanted with Joel.

“Fine, if that’s what you want, sweetheart” you could see it left Negan upset but quietly he took your arm and headed back for the room. Looking back at Joel he watched you walk away with Negan before turning away.

“Why the hell are you protecting him?” Negan snapped the second you both walked into the room.

“I’m not protecting him, Negan-“

“And what the hell was that about? Your hands were all fucking over him” you sighed turning back to Negan.

“They were not all over him, I was just trying to comfort him after finding out his daughter had died, Negan” he looked down at you with furrowed brows not knowing what to say.

“Me and her were close at a certain point, that’s all.” You walked off heading to the bed. Negan didn’t say much after that, quietly getting into bed beside you he knew you were still upset with him, he wondered if there was anything unfinished with Joel…

Should I continue this between Negan and Joel or do you guys prefer just Negan stories only? Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[merakiui]

👀 bad endings for the idol au you say? I am intrigued~

-🦩anon

👀 allow me to share with you the bad endings.

(cw: yandere, nsfw, implied dub/non-con, somnophilia, captivity/kidnapping, mention of baby-trapping/pregnancy, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, murder, drugging, mention of torture, implied female reader for some of the scenarios)

For all seven, I think they would find a way to get Rollo out of the way, whether that's by killing him, threatening him, or making you look like a cheater. Rollo is essentially powerless against seven rich and famous idols, who could easily bribe any authoritative figure to keep quiet if he tries to go to the police about any of them.

As for individual endings:

Riddle

✧ he invites you to his hometown under the guise of gathering inspiration for a new song. as his manager, you decide it wouldn't hurt to accompany him. riddle is always pleasant company. he's polite and respectful and quite knowledgeable. he goes into detail about the history of his hometown throughout the flight (which is on a private plane). he tells you of this bakery that you absolutely must visit with him. he tells you how the roses look prettiest in the spring. he tells you of an annual summer festival (something he was never allowed to take part in) that he hopes to enjoy with you. there is no mention of songwriting or inspiration. it truly feels like a date, and when you awkwardly bring this up to riddle he insists this is his creative process. apparently, his creative process also involves you getting kidnapped by a strange man with purple hair and yellow eyes, who relocates you to a house riddle has prepared specifically for the life he'll share with you.

Leona

✧ he'll send his secretary (ruggie) to keep tabs on you as his interest in you continues to grow. it will be ruggie who breaks into your home to kidnap you, and it's ruggie you see when you wake in a nicely furnished home. leona comes home from an interview later that evening, pleased to find you (unwillingly) waiting for him. you'll be kept safe in leona's home. he won't do anything to hurt you, but he does get irritated when you cry and struggle. when ruggie comes to visit babysit, he'll keep you company and cook delicious meals for you while also informing you of how good you have it here. how lucky you ought to feel. it's also ruggie who pays rollo a visit with not-so-kind intentions...

Azul

✧ azul will send his two confidants (dangerous men who have taken over their father's business) to collect rollo. azul's offer is simple: be his for all of eternity and rollo can live. he's even willing to let him leave wound-free. isn't he so generous? depending on your answer, rollo is free to live another day or he's disposed of before your very eyes (a gruesome lesson that burns itself into your retinas forever). if the manager is female, azul definitely baby-traps you. the twins are the ones who punish you when you act out of line or attempt defiance. azul hides his ties to the mafia well. to think he's been a dangerous individual all this time and you never suspected a thing... you get better at begging each time you find yourself at the mercy of the twins. they know just how to mold you to azul's vision.

Kalim

✧ without meaning to, kalim sinks both his and your careers when he publicly announces he's in love with you. his secretary (jamil) had adamantly advised against this very outcome, so now he's left to pick up the pieces and assure the public that kalim is just joking and this was all one big social experiment. when things manage to quiet down (you've been bombarded by media and fans, all threatening you to come forward with the truth, to stop seducing the idols you manage, that you're only after kalim's fortune... these accusations are enough to wear you down, so much so that not even rollo can cheer you up). when jamil approaches you and claims that you should lie low for the time being (it's what kalim's doing), you think it's a good idea. for this reason, you don't think twice when you accept the all-expenses paid tropical vacation kalim gifts you. the island is small, but isolated and owned by his father. you think nothing of the dangers until you find that the only ones who exist on this island are you and kalim, and his secretary doesn't intend to help you no matter how much you cry and beg.

Vil

✧ he ruins your life. new years is an important time. the housewardens were invited to perform for a new years eve celebration and with any party there are bound to be plenty of snacks and drinks. you think nothing of it when vil offers you your beverage of choice, and throughout the evening you drink, and vil offers another glass, and you drink some more. it isn't until your every nerve is alight with hot, sticky desire that you begin to suspect something's wrong. but you're so far-gone that when vil hands you off to his secretary (rook) who brings you back to the hotel you're staying at you can only think of the discomforting heat that overwhelms you. vil has the key to your room and he pays you a visit once the new year has arrived. you've fallen asleep, twisting and turning in bed, and vil slowly peels back the covers. when you find out you're pregnant, you think it's rollo's child. you go the entire pregnancy thinking this. it isn't until you're holding your child and they open their brilliant purple eyes that dread chews through you. maternity leave is the perfect time for a certain mr. hunt to collect his dear vil's beloved.

Idia

✧ he's been cyberstalking you this entire time. there are cameras and microphones scattered throughout your house. he's been privy to every conversation, every late-night tryst, every morning spent wrapped up in rollo's arms. he sees and hears it all, and his envy consumes him. idia will find a way to fake your death so that, while everyone's mourning the untimely loss of their manager, they won't suspect that manager is actually being held captive in idia's house, shackled to his bed. idia's so pleased to have his manager all to himself. there's a lot he's been wanting to tell you and do to you. he seems almost shy when he speaks to you, but he's quick to become giddy the more he talks. rollo is a variable he's considered, but it's best if rollo suffers alone in his grief, never truly knowing what happened to his precious lover. if the manager is female, idia probably gets you pregnant without intending to because he never wears a condom. he thinks doing it raw is so much better. you learn all about idia's gross fantasies the longer you spend in captivity.

Malleus

✧ he'll leave everything behind for you: his career, his companions, his fame. and he'll start anew. malleus will move you into his childhood home, a gothic mansion that sits deep in a desolate part of the forest. you'll be kidnapped by lilia (malleus's secretary and father figure) and when you come to you're lying in a king-sized bed and malleus's bodyguards are standing just outside the door, preventing you from leaving. they keep telling you malleus will be back soon and that's when you'll be free to roam the house at your leisure. you're completely lost. who are these people malleus knows and why is he confining you to this room? you'll later learn malleus is just doing it to protect you and because he's found that fame is meaningless if it excludes you from the picture. from now on, you and him will live happily in isolation. no one knows what became of the idol who mysteriously vanished overnight, but fans and media are fraught with grief. another one who baby-traps manager; lilia is pleased to know he'll get to help raise another young one!

[thedgeofreality]

Burning Love

summary: Earlier that day you met Elvis in the lobby of the hotel. He was silent and mysterious. Yet he wanted to get to know you better, so he invited you to dinner and things go a little.... off the rails.

warnings: can't really think of any. this is just a fluff once again. elvis being elvis. doing dumb stuff.

pairing: reader x big daddy e

wc: 1.6K

It was evening and you made your way to the restaurant in the hotel. Earlier that day, you met a certain man in the lobby named Elvis. He was mysterious and one of the best-dressed men you had ever seen. He wore makeup, but somehow the makeup made him look a lot more masculine. The soft smudgy eyeliner made his bright blue eyes stand out more, along with the light mascara on his eyelashes. When your eyes fell on him in the lobby he was wearing a plain black suit, with an olive green button-up underneath it. Finishing his look with a silky brown scarf and a gold belt with chains that looked very heavy to wear and expensive. It was so obvious he had money, as he looked expensive. But especially the jewelry he was wearing. You could tell that the diamond rings he was wearing were most definitely real

Elvis barely said a word to you when he saw you. All he knew was that he wanted to get to know you. He told you to come see him in the restaurant that same day. You don't know why but you agreed to. Usually, you wouldn't do such a thing as he is literally a stranger, but something about him intrigued you.

So here you are in the restaurant, scanning through the crowd of people to find him. The restaurant was dimly lit with only candles on the table and one yellow light in each corner. The walls were painted black and the carpet on the floor was dark red. The restaurant almost gave a vampirey vibe. You knew the restaurant's vibe was just to Elvis' liking.

You looked around to see him sitting in the corner of the restaurant, trying to avoid everyone around him as much as possible. You made your way through the restaurant excusing yourself as you accidentally hit someone on the head with your bag. His blue eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks turning bright red.

You sat down in front of him and observed him. Thankfully the table he chose was near one of the yellow lights so you could see him better. He had put on makeup like the first time you met him in the lobby. You could see some mascara and eyeliner on his eyes. His lashes were long and voluminous, it sure could make any woman jealous. His lashes were so long that they were resting against the glass of his colored sunglasses. Why he was wearing sunglasses inside was a mystery to you.

This time Elvis was wearing a long black coat and leather black gloves on his hands. He was once again fully clothed in black, in contrast with the bright blue and purple scarf he wore around his neck.

You found him strange. His style was different and you didn't know whether you liked it or not. You were used to men not putting any effort into their looks, yet there he was looking fashionable every day. It made him stand out. Elvis wasn't the kind of person to go by unnoticed. Eyes were on him at all times. And he knew that, despite wanting to be secretive and not wanting to be seen, he liked all the attention. He felt empowered by it

"Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you finally gonna tell me your name?" Elvis said, snapping you out of your daydream about him. You looked up to meet his eyes again.

"Y/N" You said softly, taken aback by his boldness. "I didn't catch that. Speak up, baby." He replied, slightly leaning forward over the table almost knocking the candle over that was in the middle of the table.

"My name is Y/N" You said louder this time. Elvis leaned back in his chair, nodding. "Y/N." He whispered to himself. "That's a nice name."

Then an awkward silence fell between the two of you. You didn't know what to say or do. All you knew was that you wanted to go back to your room and hide from him. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The sound of the clock ticking seemed to get louder, mocking the silence and all the seconds you were wasting by not talking and getting to know him better. Then the clock ticking got overruled by other people their conversations. All their voices started mixing, occasionally one word sounding clear as day. It felt as if they were also making fun of you, you knew that couldn't be farther from the truth but yet you believed it. You looked around the room nervously, there were a bunch of different types of people in the restaurant. One man sitting next to a woman, who very clearly didn't enjoy his company. The other sitting at the bar alone, wanting nothing to do with anyone.  

You looked back at Elvis and his eyes were still on you. Like he was noting your every move, trying to figure out your personality and the way you and your mind worked. Elvis started bouncing his leg nervously and bit his bottom lip. While bouncing his leg he accidentally lifted the table and this time he did knock the candle over, falling on the cotton tablecloth. "Well god damn." He said, standing up to get out of his chair. The candle wax was spilling everywhere and before you could do anything the table was set aflame. "Table on fire guys!" He exclaimed to the waiters who were standing at the bar, pointing to the table. All eyes were on them and this time they were judging, hard. Everyone started whispering things to the person sitting next to them. You felt anxiety hit you hard as Elvis grabbed your hand. "Come on dear, this isn't our problem. Let's go somewhere else." You laughed softly and followed him. You heard the workers yelling at the two of you as you ran outside.

When outside, you looked at your hands. You were now officially holding hands with him. You felt the same heat hit you, as the heat from inside. Except this time nothing was on fire, well maybe you were burnin up. It felt like someone lit up a match inside your heart and blew it out immediately. You felt weird. Elvis quickly let go of your hand and cleared his throat.

"Well that was something." He said while you were walking down the street to god knows where. You laughed, not believing the whole situation and what you just witnessed. "Do you think we're allowed back in?" You asked. "They have to allow it, we paid." You nodded, agreeing.

You kept your gaze on the floor, you were unsure of where the two of you were going. But right now you were too afraid to ask. Sure, you felt a little more comfortable around Elvis, but despite that, you still were very much intimated by him. Something about him scared you, you weren't sure what. Maybe it was his mysterious behavior, maybe it was because you didn't understand him and he was complicated or maybe it was the unkown factor. That had to be it, right? No one likes the unknown. The unknown being like your first day on your new job, or stepping into a room with a blindfold on.

With all these thoughts, you didn't notice how long you guys had been walking. And how silent it had been between you two.

Elvis looked down at you smiling, standing in front of you. "What?" You asked. "I just wanted to show you a place, where I love going when I need to clear my mind." He replied and stepped aside. Allowing you to see the beautiful landscape in front of you.

They were surrounded by trees and there was a small pond with a bridge over it. Some of the pond was lined with rocks. There was wildlife growing in and around the pond. Water lilies were floating on the water, while fish were swimming in the water. You smiled and looked at everything in awe. Taking the beautiful nature in. Elvis took your hand again and led you to the bridge. Standing on the bridge, looking down at the fish in the water.

"Thank you for showing me this." You said and Elvis stared at her, smiling. "You're welcome."

The two of you stayed there for a while, just having small talk and staring at the water. It was getting late, together you sat down on the bridge and stared at the sky above them. The sun was setting and the sky created a pink and purple gradient. It was truly magical to see. "I think we have to go now." Elvis said while standing up, getting rid of all the dirt that got on his pants. You nodded and stood up.

Together you calmly walked back to the hotel, not having a care in the world. When you were back in the hotel again, the staff still seemed somewhat upset at you. But honestly, who can blame them? After all, Elvis set a table on fire. Elvis just laughed at them. How could they not see the comedy in it?

Elvis walked upstairs to his hotel room. you followed carefully. Instead of going to your room, you followed Elvis. This was a taste of his own medicine when he tried following you earlier that day. Except he didn't seem to notice that you were following him. He shut the door right in your face. You stared at the door that was just slammed in your face, as you build up the courage to knock.

You knocked on the door and shortly after, Elvis opened the door smiling. He leaned against the door frame, and hummed. "Come on in, honey."

[idrilka]

in which i'm telling everyone to go watch my country: the new age

so if you've been here or on my twitter at all during these past few weeks, you might have noticed my unhinged yelling about my country: the new age (and woo dohwan's beautiful, talented face). i finished the drama two weeks ago (immediately started rewatching from the beginning), and i honestly still haven't recovered. it flattened me like a pancake and left me just like that.

it's been a while since i got so invested in a piece of media (the last time was 2ha, and then i went on to write nearly 300k of ranwan fic, so this bodes well), and it took me completely by surprise. you know how sometimes you come across a piece of media that, completely out of the blue, rearranges you on the molecular level and you just know you'll never be the same afterwards? this is what this drama did to me, and i'm not exaggerating. i honestly went into it with zero expectations, thinking i was just going to watch it for woo dohwan's beautiful face, but, regrettably, it's just really fucking good all around. it might be my favorite kdrama i've ever watched?

*stefon voice* this drama has everything. do you want olympic level gay yearning? incredible antagonists? interesting plot and themes? fantastic fight choreography? an outrageously talented cast with excellent performances across the board and a host of fascinating supporting characters? a clever fucker with a fan? two protagonists who are absolutely unhinged about each other and love each other so much even as they practice stabbing as a form of foreplay? a searingly hot older woman with the richest voice you've heard? complex (if underutilized) female characters? costumes and styling so pretty it makes you want to chew on your arm? do you like to be made to feel all emotions known to man in a single moment? do you want to stay in a fetal position for two days after watching the last episode? do you want to think of nothing else for the rest of the week/month/year? WELL, THIS DRAMA IS FOR YOU THEN.

it's a historical court intrigue drama set against the backdrop of the fall of the goryeo kingdom and the rise of the joseon dynasty (~14th century), following two friends, seo hwi and nam seonho, who find themselves on the opposing sides of a political conflict. i can't even begin to express how good the central relationship of this drama is. it's a love story, and they fucking know it. the chemistry is sizzling. the knives are exquisite. there are so many layers to this relationship, and the lead actors do a phenomenal job with that. yang sejong gives a wonderfully understated yet extremely emotional performance as hwi, and the transformation hwi goes through is incredible to watch. woo dohwan as seonho is superb - intense, tragic, horribly misguided. the way this man acts makes me want to chew concrete.

and then!!! i usually don't gravitate towards antagonists/villains, but holy fuck, jang hyuk's performance as bangwon is such a tour de force. he is phenomenal, and he brings such nuance and complexity to bangwon that you literally can't tear your eyes away. (he also has a fan.) all three of them are absolute chemistry machines. all three could probably generate chemistry with a brick wall if needed, and this 100% shines through on screen. the strange, intense dynamic they're locked into is beyond delicious. the chemistry between bangwon and hwi is truly beyond. the "in love, divorced but still fucking" energy that seonho and hwi give off is everything. the parallels between seonho and bangwon are delectable. the complex nets of interpersonal dynamics make me want to weep with joy at how wonderfully nuanced they are.

and as if that were not enough, there's a whole cast of truly multidimensional supporting characters! (park chido, my beloved!!! munbok! jeong beom! sungrok! madam seol! hwawol, my baby!!!) honestly, there's not one weak performance across this entire cast - everyone gives it their all. this drama features also the worst father in the history of fiction, and i'm including shi mei's dad and jin guangshan in that. nam jeon is the worst is so, so many different, despicable ways, but his actor sells it so, so well. i loved every minute of absolutely loathing him.

the weakest point of the drama is, in my opinion, the obligatory but ultimately pretty secondary attempt at a romantic plot, which would be much better served by focusing on the other aspects of hwi and huijae's dynamic, because there's a lot of crunchy stuff to dig into, and i love huijae otherwise and wouldn't want to see her cut from the story in the slightest. her conflicting loyalties are so compelling, and that's where i feel like the character shines the most. the romantic plot also falls flat when confronted with whatever the fuck seonho and hwi have going on at any given point in time, but i think the drama knows that, too, and isn't trying to fight it particularly seriously (or at all).

(i also didn't love all the music choices in this, but that i can still live with.)

and, to close this giant wall of yelling, this drama is just so pretty. the cinematography is beautiful, the costumes (which i admit i besmirched a little after the first episode) get progressively more and more stunning as we go on, and i would like to personally thank whoever did seonho's wig/extensions, because that's one of the best examples of hair work i've seen in a while, and also to congratulate the makeup artists on the excellent sculpting job they did on seonho - he gets progressively more snatched the older he gets and this is very good for me, personally.

oh, and if, after all this, you're still wondering what it's like to watch woo dohwan act, then thank you, tumblr user @jekkies, for providing this excellent quote, because it's exactly like that (except there's nothing to steal here because yang sejong is also stellar):

thank you for your attention, and please, go watch this drama. i will love you forever.

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 24

Content info: The threesome sequel to “Chan wants to record your moans for a song” that only I wanted but maybe you’ll enjoy (because #HyunjinBiasWrecker)

Word count: 2650

Warnings: dirty talk, mature language, threesome, unprotected as well as protected sex (wrap it up, kids, be like Hyunjin), use of the word slut (but in a loving manner), oral sex (m and f receiving)

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had sex with Chan in his personal studio at home and he mentioned the idea of asking Hyunjin to join you in the bedroom. Personally, you haven’t thought about it (much) throughout the following days because Chan is pretty territorial with you and the idea of sharing you has never seemed to make him anything but indignant. And as weeks go by and Chan doesn’t mention it again, you let it go and forget about it completely.

Then, one early evening, as you come home from an afternoon of drinking coffee and chatting with your friends, you unlock the door to find the flat completely dark and quiet. You didn’t expect that – you promised Chan to be back in time to cook dinner together. Also, he wanted to work on new songs all day, and his studio being empty seems weird. You call out – no answer. You pull out your phone – no messages. Strange. But maybe Chan is just getting groceries and will be back soon.

You make your way into the bedroom – you’re wearing a cute dress, printed with books, with buttons all the way down its front and a belt to tie at the waist, but for cooking and a comfy night in, you’d rather wear something practical, so changing sounds like a good idea.

However, in the bedroom you find that the indirect wall lighting is switched on, and there’s someone on the bed. But it’s not Chan.

It’s Hyunjin – glorious, ethereal Hyunjin. His blond hair is down, and he’s wearing a dark purple silky robe as he’s reading a book.

You stop, staring down at the man on your bed, as he calmly closes his book and tosses it onto the nightstand. “W-what are you doing here, Hyunjin?” you stammer. This feels like the beginning of a very clichéd porn, but at the same time you can’t help but feel intrigued, given the fact that you do fancy Hyunjin just a tiny bit. Okay, maybe more than that.

Hyunjin smiles a crooked smile at you, charming and naughty at the same time. “Chan let me in,” he says, as if that explains everything. “He mentioned that you would be very happy if you found me here.” He leans forward, and the robe falls open, revealing his smooth, muscular chest and stomach. You cannot help but stare some more.

Then there’s a chuckle behind you, and you turn to see Chan sitting in the armchair you usually use to dump your clothes on. He looks regal, sitting there upright, his thighs spread, his hands splayed across the armrests. “Go on, baby girl,” he says mockingly. “I thought the idea of having Hyunjin in your bed excited you. Why don’t you go play with him for a bit? I’d like to see that.” He leans back, like a king waiting for his order to be executed.

You glance back at Hyunjin, who raises one eyebrow at you, then pats his thighs in an inviting gesture.

You would be lying to say the situation doesn’t arouse you. You’ve actually dreamed of a threesome with Hyunjin and Chan more than once, and now, here they both are, seemingly on board with it. So, of course, you’re going to seize the opportunity.

Still in your dress, you walk over to the bed and climb on top of Hyunjin, who is still leaning against the headboard. Straddling him, you bring your hand to his face, tipping it up slightly so you can reach his plush lips more easily, and kiss him.

Kissing Hyunjin is different from kissing Chan, not only because it’s unfamiliar, but Hyunjin’s kisses are trying to seduce you, coax you out of your shell, draw gasps out of you. The tiny flicks of his tongue, the soft nibbles of his teeth make you sigh with pleasure after only seconds. His hands find your waist, drawing you closer, and you can feel he is already half hard under you, his growing bulge rubbing against your panty-clad pussy. You bite his lower lip, and a groan escapes him that lets on that Hyunjin might also enjoy treatment a little rougher than mere making out.

“Take off her dress.” You start, having almost forgotten that Chan is watching you, but Hyunjin immediately complies with the request and starts fumbling with your buttons, all the while breathing heavily. You sit up straighter, helping with the buttons, but all the while rocking against his bulge, coaxing little groans out of him.

Finally, due to your team effort, the dress falls off, and you sit on top of Hyunjin in a matching set of simple yet pretty red underwear. Hyunjin lets his eyes roam over your body hungrily, but it’s obvious he promised Chan to only do what he allowed him to do, so he waits for instructions. You just know how much Chan will love that, holding the reins to both your pleasure.

“Go on, Jinnie,” Chan encourages. “Play with her tits. I know how much you want to.” The way Hyunjin immediately reaches for the clasp of your bra has Chan chuckling. “You should see the way he stares at you when he knows you’re not looking, baby girl,” Chan continues, and from how close his voice sounds, you know he must have stood up from the chair. “He has a thing for your curves.” The bra falls away and Hyunjin unceremoniously throws it across the room before putting both of his hands on your breasts. He touches them gingerly, weighing them in his hands before softly stroking his thumbs across your nipples, making your breath hitch. He is so gentle, almost devotional as he leans forward to suck one of them into his mouth, stroking his tongue across it over and over again. You moan, throwing your head back, and Hyunjin grabs your waist again, holding you against him, making sure you can’t escape the pleasure.

As you blink your eyes open again, you see Chan standing over you, his expression unreadable but his blown pupils giving away the fact that he’s enjoying the show. You extend a hand towards him. “Won’t you join us… Sir?” you ask, your voice already wrecked from Hyunjin’s constant assault on your nipples.

Chan seems to contemplate that for a moment – maybe he hasn’t planned on joining the action at all? – but then he unbuttons his trousers. “Suck,” he commands, a single syllable full of authority, and with Hyunjin still licking your nipples even though they are already hard as pebbles, you lean sideways to put your mouth on your boyfriend.

Hyunjin lets go of you so you’re more comfortable, and you’re still straddling him, but now you’re focused on getting as much of Chan’s cock as wet as possible, bobbing your head up and down messily, sucking the tip to wet it additionally. Beneath you, Hyunjin is moving his hips, his bulge rubbing against you, and you moan around Chan’s cock, enjoying being the one who pleasures and who is also being pleasured. Above you, Chan’s deep grunts, below you, Hyunjin’s heavy breathing, yourself in the middle of it all.

Hyunjin moves, leaning on his forearms, watching the spectacle before him. “Need help?” he asks simply, his voice hoarse with arousal. You briefly hesitate, but Chan’s hand on your head has you continue, so you kiss along the side of his shaft, down to his balls and back up. “You want to help YNnie?” he asks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin stares up at Chan, his eyelids heavy. “I don’t mind if you don’t” he rasps before leaning in and meeting your lips just above the tip of Chan’s angrily red cock. And then you’re making out, his length between you, and it’s less of a kiss and more of a joined effort to get Chan’s cock as wet as possible with your lips and tongues. Chan’s guttural moans are all the motivation you need to give it your all, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter, and you rut against Hyunjin’s cock (which also feels substantial in size, from what you can gather from your position), earning more desperate moans from Hyunjin.

You can feel Chan moving frantically, and know that he’s close, so you put a hand on Hyunjin’s chest, signalling for him to stop, and swallow down Chan’s erection. Hyunjin’s hand finds its way into your panty to your clit as you continue bobbing your head frantically until Chan comes down your throat with a shout. You pull off and show your boyfriend the come pooling on your tongue because you know he likes it, and Chan groans at the sight. “Aren’t you gonna share with Jinnie, greedy girl?” he asks, and Hyunjin, still rubbing your core, leans in to kiss you. Your tongues dance together, and you can both taste Chan’s release in the kiss, slightly bitter, but it’s still hot, especially when two of his fingers slide into your achingly empty and dripping wet pussy. You break the kiss, moaning wantonly.

If Chan disapproves of Hyunjin taking initiative again, he doesn’t let it show. “You were both so good for me, I think you deserve a reward,” he pants, trying to collect himself after the orgasm he’s just had. He’s still mostly clothed, you realise, but now kicks off his trousers which are hanging around his ankles, and rids himself of his shirt. Hyunjin’s robe is still pooling around him, but it’s obvious he’s naked underneath – that leaves you in your panties, being slowly fingered by Hyunjin.

Chan grasps your chin. “How would you like to ride Jinnie’s cock, baby girl?” he asks, his gaze holding yours captive. “Because if you’re gonna have someone else’s cock in your cunt, I am still going to be the one in control.”

You shudder at his harsh words but nod as best you can with him holding your chin. “Yes, please, sir,” you say softly, and both men groan. Hyunjin pulls his hand out of your panties and discards his robe, but not before grabbing a condom out of its pocket, which he is quick to put on himself as you slip out of your panties. Chan joins you on the bed, kneeling behind you as he grabs your pussy, giving it a light slap that has you groaning between pain and pleasure. “This is my pussy, don’t you forget it,” he growls in your ear, biting your shoulder as you make to straddle Hyunjin again, now that there is no cloth barrier between the two of you anymore.

Chan grabs your hips, and he controls your movements as he has you sink down onto Hyunjin’s cock, eliciting a moan from the two of you. He pushes you down faster than you would have chosen to, given that you’ve only had two fingers and Hyunjin’s cock is girthy as well as long, but it doesn’t hurt, and you find the fact that you are not in control quite thrilling.

Chan has you roll your hips at a certain pace, and Hyunjin, propped up on his elbows, stares up at your bouncing tits in awe. Behind you, your boyfriend is pressed against you, moving with you, and one hand lets go of your hip to play with your clit.

“You are being so good for us, baby girl,” Chan whispers in your ear. “Look at how much Hyunjin likes feeling your tight little pussy around him. He’s buried so deep, isn’t he? I’m sure he’s stretching you out so well, but I know you’ll be just as tight when I pick up his sloppy seconds later, huh? Because no matter how often I fuck this little cunt, it’s always perfect, makes me feel so good.” He slaps your clit again, and you clench around Hyunjin’s cock, making his hands go to your hips. For a moment, you think Chan is going to slap them away, but he allows it.

“Seems like Jinnie wants to fuck up into your little cunt, hm? Should I allow that?” Chan’s voice is mock contemplative, and Hyunjin actually whines. “Please, Chan, I’m so close, let me have a go. Please!”

Chan moves away to give you space. “Rail that cunt, Jinnie,” he simply says.

Your world is toppled over, because suddenly Hyunjin is above you, and he’s pounding into you with a force that you wouldn’t have attributed to his lithe dancer’s body. Despite his flushed face and strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, he is still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. He’s drilling into you hard, and every thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of you, and then he’s coming with an absolutely sinful moan of your name.

As Hyunjin catches his breath, his head against your neck, Chan tsks. “You didn’t make her come, Jinnie. Shouldn’t you have at least the decency to do that?” Hyunjin nods. “I’m sorry, sir,” he says, picking up on the title you used earlier. “Should I eat YNnie out for you?”

You can see Chan nodding from where he’s sitting at the end of the bed. “That sounds like an acceptable compensation,” he concludes, and Hyunjin, condom still on, wiggles down to lie between your legs and, without much ado, dives into you. He eats your pussy like a starving man, relentlessly licking your clit, and your gaze flicks from his beautiful face between your folds to the love of your life watching your face as you are approaching orgasm. You push your pussy against Hyunjin’s face, both hands in his hair, and he moans against your wet flesh as he redoubles his efforts, slipping two fingers into your cunt for you to clench around. Seconds later, you’re coming against his face, your moans resembling sobs as he licks you through your orgasm, your sensitivity reaching almost painful levels.

“Enough.” Chan’s word stops Hyunjin dead, and he raises his head to look at him. “Sir?”

“Get out of the way. I need my pussy.”

You whine. “Sir, I’m tired,” you protest weakly. “And Hyunjinnie really fucked me hard.”

Chan shakes his head as he replaces Hyunjin between your legs. “Not hard enough if you can still complain.” And he slides into you, his hard cock engulfed in your sensitive flesh, the stretch familiar and welcome.

Hyunjin lies next to you, watching as Chan fucks you hard, but slowly, his thrusts powerful, yet interrupted by little breaks in which he kisses you, licks you, bites you, tells you how well you’re doing, how you’re such a good little slut for him and Hyunjin, how you make them feel so good.

“Hyunjin, lend me a hand, make her come with me,” he says, gasping, and Hyunjin’s hand slips between you, stroking your clit, pinching your nipple, as Chan chases his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re being so good, I love you so much,” Chan whines as he comes, and his confession, timed perfectly with a particularly harsh pinch of your nipple, has you coming as well.

The three of you lie together, panting, sweaty, but content – except that Hyunjin is half hard again. You catch his eye and point to his cock. “Need me to take care of that?”

Chan’s arm curls around your middle. “Baby, if you blow Jinnie now, I will absolutely need to fuck you again, and I don’t think you can take it.”

You laugh. “Yeah, no, definitely not. Let’s maybe keep that for next time.”

Hyunjin and Chan glance up at you simultaneously. “Next time?”

You shrug. “Excuse me, Jinnie is fucking packing, there’s no way I’m not getting my mouth on that.”

Hyunjin giggles shyly, hiding his face against your shoulder, as you’re snuggled up between the two of them.

Chan sighs. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

You press a kiss to his chest. “It was your idea. You only have yourself to blame.”

[dungeonsdragonstdelinquents]

anderperry fic rec

hi! if youre seeing this, i actually answered this in an ask but i think i accidentally deleted it bc i literally cant find it, so im repost it here. im keeping my intro of my ask just bc i gave some backround about the fics i listed. happy reading!!

Hi thank you for the ask!! Oh goodness my favorite dps fics…I will include in general fics that I liked, but the ones that I have placed an asterisk with are pieces that had me–for lack of a better phrase–crying, screaming, shitting on the floor from how poetic they made me feel. Which really doesn't make much sense, but when i say poetry within me i just mean this strange feeling that is difficult to describe. Also these are all anderperry because i am a basic bitch, so apologies if you were looking for any other pairs! Maybe after finals I will look into some of the other pairs and put together a list for them too :)

(in no particular order)

What We Stay Alive For **** by PiscesVanity on ao3, 18/18 chaps, 66,485 words.

Summary: “Do we get second chances in this life, Todd?” Neil asks him like he expects a negative answer. Todd doesn’t give that to him.

“Yes. we do. I know it.” 

“Do you?” Neil grins, playfully elbowing him. “Did you at least wait to take it? That second chance? Until the world was more peaceful? More kind?” 

Ten years after the death of Neil Perry, Todd Anderson wakes up with a second chance.

My notes: This incredibly crafted piece of art was the first dead poets fic I ever read. It honestly set the bar for me, for future reads. Also i didn’t have the chance to reread this one because this baby is long as FUCK and as much as I love long fics to read, I have to study for finals today so I can’t right now. I’m like 80% sure this is the fic where they confess by the lake and say something along the lines of “if you feel something even similar to what i feel…” but again i can’t be sure. Either way all I remember is that this fic is fricken good. Just for context, this is a time-traveling fic, but the type of time travel that happens in 13-going-on-30. Todd prays for a second chance on the eve of the 10 year anniversary of Neil’s death and he wakes up in his 17 year old body, on the day that he started school at Hell-ton. I think in general I just love the dead poets fandom because it combines some of my favorite tropes in any form of reading–50s/60s time period, boarding schools, and well…being gay. It is a fix-it so there is some angst, but there is a happy ending. But it will hit hard, especially since it comes close in the end so be wary. When I first started it, I was concerned about my own interest dwindling because the fic was going to cover the entirety of the movie, and since I have issues rereading or rewatching pieces of media when I know the end or the majority of it, I didn’t know if I was going to last. But the author of this stunning work (I know it sounds cheesy BUT IT IS) crafted it in a way that didn’t leave me bored. Even though several lines were pulled from the movie due to it being a time travel fic I still felt involved and captured by the story. It was comforting at the beginning to see how Charlie and Todd took care of each other after Neil’s death, and it was also intriguing to see how Todd almost started where he left off with Neil when he went back in time. He was more open than he had been prior, but eventually had settled back into his ‘old’ personality that he had before his first encounters with the poets. 

to be alone with you by wordshakers on ao3, 1/1 chaps, 3,602 words.

Summary: “Thursday evenings were, unequivocally, Neil’s favorite part of the week.

On the surface, the explanation for this was simple enough. It was his opportunity to turn his focus entirely to the topic that made him happiest: Shakespeare. He savored the time he was able to spend sitting out on the dock, overlooking the lake, reading and reciting the words he loved so much.

The other reason–perhaps the more prominent one–Neil wasn’t able to explain quite as easily. In fact, he could hardly admit it to himself. Thursday evenings…they meant being alone with Todd.

An anderperry first kiss fic, set in a near-canon universe of the film (minus the death). Fluffy mutual pining.

My notes: I can’t recall everything about this one because my mind has been scrambled the last few days, but it is fluffy, it is cute, and it has Todd and Neil practicing lines together–what more could you want? 

letters to my dearest beloved ****by UniversalSatan on ao3, 4/4 chaps, 34,162 words.

Summary: 

“My dearest beloved,

It is with great relief that I finally write to you. I think it doubtful for my words to ever reach your ears, but spare me this chance to lend you a piece of my thoughts–and only a piece, for I must write with caution lest I be discovered.

Neil, amidst his own internal emotional conflict, accidentally stumbles upon letters Todd had been writing in secret to an unknown recipient. Neil (an idiot) continues to intrude on Todd’s privacy by reading each new letter in secret, continuously agitating over their purpose.”

My notes: I’m not 100% sure how well this fic is known because as I stated in the post you mentioned I am extremely new to this fandom, I think I only watched the movie the Saturday before last. Let me tell you, my heart was beating all over the place during this. I cannot believe the audacity of Neil! I don’t want to spoil it because it’s literally a masterpiece, like this should be published and printed and given awards to–the letters and the imagery in them were so *shakes author like a squeaky toy* I LOVE YOUUUU RAHHHHH. Anything i have to say just will not convey how fucking amazing this fic is. Please go read it if you haven’t. And also Neil is an oblivious little man in this fic, the best type of Neil.

A Midnight Summer’s Dream: A Story of Hope (chapter 2 specifically) by cc tinselbee (thearchivistonmars)

Summary: (my words) an almost main au that will tear your fucking soul from your body. Beautiful, amazing, life altering, makes me cry in the best way. The bittersweetness of it all is POTENT. It is an Almost Maine au (I am scared to look into almost maine now from how heartbreaking this fic was. I have only read the SECOND chapter, I’m sure the first chapter is magnificent but as of now I am in the midst of finals so I will check it out when I am done.)

My notes: Someone printed out this fic, tied it to a brick, and threw it into the window of my heart, shattering my soul into pieces. How could you do this to be, author? This piece has me able to physically feel my brain putting up barriers to stop thinking about the ending that is implied. Nope, nope, nope. If you are one for incurable angst, please go ahead and enjoy. It’s a wonderful story and it evoked emotions in me that I couldn’t even stand. The author is very talented for this and I’m manifesting that alternative/possible happy ending they mentioned in their notes/comments. I haven’t read the first chapter, so this is specifically about the second one because up until a few moments ago I didn’t realize that there was a first chapter–I clicked on the link to the fic from the author’s tumblr and was sleep deprived and thought it was the beginning of the fic 🙂

Gentle Lover, Remedy ****by violet_sunset on ao3. 1/1 chap, 13,135 words.

Summary: “Todd’s first semester at Welton marks the moment he stops going to church. There are regular Masses offered in the chapel, but whenever Todd thinks about going he’s overwhelmed by nausea and has to hover in the bathrooms until he is sure he won’t vomit. When he was a kid and he thought God was just a pair of arms open in embrace, he would have jumped at the chance to attend, to sing from the hymnal and listen to homily and absorb the sacrament of blood and body. Now, God seems like a distant thing.”

My notes: HOLY FUCK, RELIGIOUS GUILT MY BELOVED. That’s one of my favorite tags to see in a work, and it isn’t often that I have seen it in some of the pairings that I like. Of course, with religious guilt comes internalized homophobia and period typical attitudes–the fic actually made use of words used in that time period that were used to refer to queer folk, so if any of those trigger you please be wary as well. I love, love, LOVE the usage of religious metaphors and words that are littered all around in this piece as well as the descriptions that show Todd’s pathway of his beliefs. As we know Todd has a deeply ingrained inferiority complex and WOW does it shine in this fic. It made me cry feeling the second-hand guilt that Todd feels. Also, the author tackled the controversy of appropriation in the film–meaning Charlie’s preference of the name Nuwanda–and expanded on his ethnic background which was really nice to read. They also touched upon Charlie’s relation to gender and (semi-canonical?) non-binaryness (it's a word because I say so) in a beautiful and delicate way that is very rare in most works that I have seen. In general there are very few fics that I have read that have included Charlie as being anything other than cisgender, so it was wonderful to see it included in this work. As well as this, Todd having a panic attack/sensory overload when a certain ginger starts being homophobic was incredibly well written and it felt like it captured those feelings that you have during an overwhelmingly stressful moment, though that is an understatement. Todd’s inability to realize just what the fuck is going on and being sort of spacey during it all–been there and done that baby. This author is so fucking talented, and this is probably my favorite dps fic of all time. I dont have the words to effectively describe how amazing it is, so if you are able to, I highly suggest reading it to experience it for yourself :)

It’s Rotten Work by cc tinslebee (the archivistonmars) on ao3, 1/1 chap, 2,774 words.

Summary:

 “I was hoping…” Neil peered back up at him with those fervent eyes before he broke his inconspicuous character and cracked a smile, “my favorite scene partner would help me test it out?”

In the midst of Todd’s continual crisis of what exactly Neil’s ‘no’ means, Neil asks him to read from a scene from Orestes. You know, for practice.

My notes: Short and utterly sweet. I love reading pieces that just show how much characters love each other whether it’s platonic, romantic, or somewhere in between. I’ve always been one for a slowburn, and it wasn’t until I realized that I was aromantic that the reason I love that trope is because in between the first ‘hello’ and the inevitable kiss, that love that I read about was similar to how I felt. Just a simple fondness that the characters had for each other that made them feel alive and safe etc. I could go on forever about that, but what I mean to say is that this fic captured that feeling of affection in a fleeting moment between Neil and Todd, and I think it’s lovely.

The Pepper Ghost Effect by Anonymous on ao3, 6/6 chaps, 19,472 words.

Summary: 

“1964. Todd Anderson, now a successful playwright, whisks away an old flame from a horrifying mental asylum. That old flame, Neil Perry, becomes Todd’s new muse.”

Notes: Beware of the tags. It is a very angst ridden fic that addressed Neil’s mental health and the possibilities of what could have happened if he survived his first attempt on his life. Key word, first attempt. There is period-typical homophobia, past abusive partners, and ableism and abuse stemming from the sanitarium that [spoiler] is placed in for some time. There is a happy ending, so it’s not just angst and I feel that this fic is severely underrated. There are like only 24 kudos on it right now and 4 comments which?? What?? It’s an absolute masterpiece, and effectively captures the feeling and emotion of hopelessness and depression of a situation. Neil’s emotional response and numbness to everything around him resonated with me and I felt like it described my own brush with darkness from the lower points in my life. Read at your own risk and don’t push yourself if any of the tags may be triggering, but if you are able to this is a wonderful read that will elicit all sorts of feelings in your heart.

In the Subjunctive by ghostlin on ao3, 1/1 chaps, 5682 words.

Summary:

“The night the play opens, Neil turns left.”

My notes: This is a sort of fix-it fic with Neil coming back to the dorms after his fight with his father. It leaves off sort of ambiguous–and I do adore a good ambiguous ending–leaving the reader to imagine a happy ending. I consider it a happy ending because Neil is alive, but he is less than well mentally as of what he has endured. It also centered some on Charlie and Neil in the aftermath of it all which I enjoyed because I feel that sometimes fics forget that they are all friends. Todd wasn’t the only one mourning Neil–they all were. Also I liked the way the author captured the surprise of Charlie’s acceptance of Neil’s sexuality amongst the blunt hatred of the time. Often I feel like some fics don’t try to keep the edge of fear or vulnerability that that time period called for–which is totally fine! You do you, boo. I just have a preference for it because I feel that it almost adds to an ambiguous read of a situation. I also liked how the author wrote about Todd’s perception of Charlie and how he perceives him–whether or not Todd is supposed to be unreliable (I think it’s made somewhat clear that Charlie likes Todd–he wouldn't be encouraging Neil to spill his feelings if he didn’t) in his narration.

[brandstifter-sys]

These Dreams

Chapter 4: Elusive                (Ao3) (must be signed in)

For @dukexietyweek 2023 Day 4 - Pirates

Word Count: 1066

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Roman

Warnings: ftm Remus, genderfluid Virgil, sexual themes, death, violence, (fake) trans pregnancy, dreams

Remus always dreamed of being a pirate captain on the open seas, tricking people with his wiles and fighting alongside his crew. But this dream has a twist that he couldn't anticipate, not that he's complainging!

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Remus had his back against the wall, sea-soaked wood digging into his tattered green frock. His hands were up in surrender as the admiral pressed his blade to Remus' throat, but he was smiling wickedly and his eyes were lidded coyly as if he had some trick up his bloody sleeve. 

Remus always had a trick up his sleeve. His crew learned quickly that the captain was wily and crafty. He could hide his chest in a flash and take down a merchant ship with a bag of marbles and a bottle of piss. He was the unstoppable, but very toppable, scourge of the seas! 

The admiral knew him all too well, better than anyone else. Roman wouldn't be so easy to fool, but he had some weaknesses. Remus knew him better than anyone else. He had to think fast. 

He scanned the ship and spotted the new cooper on his knees with his hands on his head and three muskets aimed at him. There were dead and dying naval officers around him. He was tall and broad with dark hair, stormy eyes, and strange tattoos on his forearms. Remus was intrigued when they pulled him from that desert island. He was a vicious fighter and in just as much trouble. Remus could work with that. 

"You don't want to kill your own brother, Romeypoo!" Remus cooed. 

"Bold words coming from a felonious fiend!" Roman scoffed and pressed the blade into his skin, pinpricks of blood beading on the blade. 

"You don't want to kill someone expecting a baby!" Remus jeered, inadvertently digging the edge deeper past his skin. He liked the slight sting. It reminded him that he was still alive.

"Expecting?" Roman questioned and furrowed his brow, "With whom?" 

Remus waved his hand and pointed to the man on his knees. 

"Him. Why else would he be so unforgiving?" Remus shrugged. 

"Men! Bring that menace here!" Roman barked and turned to his brother, speaking in a low voice, "Don't think I won't eviscerate you right here if I find you're lying." It was an empty threat, and it was obvious when he sheathed his sword. 

The three of them obeyed and pulled the cooper up and dragged him over, forcing him to kneel by the admiral. He was glaring at the brothers, ready to kill them both, captain or not. He was not going to be a sacrifice for the crew. 

Roman got one look at Virgil and scoffed. 

"You're lying," he said flatly, "There's no way you managed to sleep with this man." 

"Why? Think he's too hot for me? I don't blame you!" Remus laughed, "But it's true, he's the father!" 

Remus eyed the cooper and winked. He had to go along with it if he wanted to get out of this alive. 

"The dirt on the ground is too good for you," Roman huffed and grabbed him by the shirt, "You can't escape this time!"

"Get your hands off him!"

Thud

Thud

Thud

Roman and Remus froze and stared at the cooper. He was on his feet and storming closer. 

Roman dropped Remus and stepped back. He was ready to run. 

"Don't fucking touch him if you value your neck." 

"My men!" 

"They're alive—for now." 

"Captain, a little help!" Roman yelped. 

Remus was too entranced to think. He was almost certain that he was going to faint from the amount of swooning he was doing. He was considering making that lie a truth.

"Virgil!" Remus gasped, more aroused than afraid. He wasn't sure why he said that name but it felt right. It tasted like honey as it left his lips. 

"The captain doesn't order me around when my future child is in danger," Virgil growled and hoisted Roman up so they were face to face, "Right now, you listen to me." 

Roman was scared shitless. He nodded quickly and trembled.

"Take your men, leave this ship, and act like you never crossed us." 

It was almost comical how quickly they fled after Virgil released the admiral, gathering the fallen and releasing the rest of the crew. Remus was impressed. 

But once the naval ship was out of sight and the rest of the crew started cleaning up, Virgil turned his lethal attention to Remus.  

Remus grunted when his back hit the wall and he stared up at the most beautiful pair of blue eyes. He squirmed as Virgil had him pinned by the shirt. 

"Why the hell did you go with that excuse?" 

"Because my brother wouldn't want to hurt his niece or nephew, or anyone with a baby on the way. And he didn't!" 

"And of all the men on board, why would you pick me as the fake father?" 

"You were fighting the hardest! You looked like you had extra motivation!" 

"That's your reasoning?" Virgil huffed with some hurt in his voice.

"Well, in the moment, yeah. It was a good lie! But it doesn't have to be," Remus purred and ran his fingers up Virgil's chest, loving the feeling of his skin and shivers from such a small touch. 

"Captain—" 

"The only treasure in the world I can't take is within reach. Let me pretend I have it when my life is on the line. It doesn't have to—" 

"It doesn't have to be a lie." 

Remus froze and stared at him. He was blushing and averting his gaze. One man should not have been so adorable and lethally alluring at once. 

"Prove it, pretty boy," Remus challenged with a wry grin. Virgil glared at him and leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut just before—

  Remus groaned and sat up. He was just getting to the good part! Every time he had a good dream he just had to wake up too soon! 

He glanced at his clock and realized he had time to catch a few z's before class. Maybe he'd get lucky and see that elusive hottie again. He was pretty sure the guy was named Virgil, at least when the person was a guy. He was pretty sure that the dream hottie was some flavor of genderqueer, but that's all he knew. 

He would have to thank his brain for thinking that dream up! It was spicy! He could take care of some issues below the belt before class if he wanted. He had time.

But first, a nap and maybe continuing that dream!

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

POOR THINGS (2023)

Starring Emma Stone, Mark Ruffalo, Willem Dafoe, Ramy Youssef, Christopher Abbott, Jerrod Carmichael, Margaret Qualley, Kathryn Hunter, Suzy Bemba, Hanna Schygulla, Vicki Pepperdine, Wayne Brett, Tom Stourton, Carminho, Jerskin Fendrix, Jack Barton, Charlie Hiscock, Attila Dobai, Emma Hindle, Anders Grundberg and Kecskeméthy Attila.

Screenplay by Tony McNamara.

Directed by Yorgos Lanthimos.

Distributed by Searchlight Pictures. 141 minutes. Rated R.

Sometimes a movie is so willfully different, so determinedly off the wall, that there are pretty much only two ways to react. You can appreciate the fertile imagination which led to the film, or you can just determine that it is just really odd.

Poor Things is beautifully shot. It has some terrific acting. It is often surprisingly funny. The cinematography was intriguing – going from black and white to vibrant color and often shooting scenes through a disorienting fish-eye lens. It was certainly arresting storytelling, at no moment in the film is the viewer not rapt.

Yet, all in all, Poor Things was just too fucking weird for me to say that I actually liked it. Respected it, perhaps. Impressed by the craft? Definitely. But did I enjoy the experience of watching the film? Not so much.

Director Yorgos Lanthimos refers to his film as a fairy tale, and in many ways, it is indeed that – in the dark, violent, original versions of the Grimm fairytales way. Hell, in case you didn’t pick up on the fairytale connection, Emma Stone’s wardrobe, hair and makeup have her looking like a redheaded Alice in Wonderland through most of the film. However, the old-fashioned tale that Poor Things most resembles is a more sexual variation on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

In this telling of Frankenstein, the mad scientists come out almost being sympathetic, while the “normal” men circling the orbit of the creature turn out to be the actual monsters.

The “creature” here is Bella Baxter (played by Stone). She is the creation of a horribly scarred and absolutely insane (and yet, somewhat empathetic) Victorian scientist named Godwin Baxter (Willem Dafoe), who actually thinks so much of himself that he shortens his first name to simply God. God was for years the subject of his father’s odd, painful experiments in biology and medicine. Now he has taken over the family “business” – living in a mansion surrounded by many of his strange experiments – ducks with dog’s heads, or cats with the heads of geese, and the like.

God finds the opportunity for his ultimate creation by chance one day when he is lingering under a bridge when a pregnant woman throws herself off of it. He knows he could probably save her life, but obviously if she was trying to commit suicide that may not be what she wants. He could try to save her baby, but then it would be an orphan and possibly not survive. So what God does is much more insidious – he takes the brain of the baby and puts it in the skull of the mother, turning her into an infant in a grown woman’s body.

Without giving up too much, we basically watch her grow into her body, going from a blank slate and becoming a smarter, more empathetic and much more sexual being. (Fair warning for people for whom this is a concern: There is a lot of sex and nudity in Poor Things.)

I must say, Poor Things is often extremely funny, and it is just as often cringeworthy and disturbing. Which, of course, is exactly what it is trying to do. So, mission accomplished, I suppose.

Poor Things is the epitome of “you either get it or you don’t” filmmaking. There was a lot of hearty laughter at the screening I was at, so apparently some people did see where they were going with this. I wish I could say I did.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: December 7, 2023.

[masterwords]

a hundred years of blood (pt. 1)

Summary: One of Jessica's favorite clients is an old hermit who lives deep in the woods. When he stops answering his phone, she fears the worst and asks Hotch to come with her...just to check it out. Bad things are about to happen. When Derek realizes Hotch is missing and he might be in danger will the team be able to save them in time? Or will they, too, only find themselves in danger?

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (established as usual, they just exist as husbands in my head)

Warnings: in this chapter, I don't think anything except the slightly painful cliffhanger at the end. moving forward, it's going to get dark.

Words: 4.3k

Notes: Well, a bunch of you guys asked me to write something darker and scary...here you go. I'll try not to make it TOO long, but who knows. We've got some Appalachian legend stuff, some Evil Dead vibes, general gore...and eventually the team will be involved too.

Read on AO3: a hundred years of blood

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“Are you sure?”

“How many days have you given up because I needed you?”

Jessica made that irritated little puffing noise but didn't argue, he had a point. She didn't like the point, because it wasn't what she was after, but there was no argument. She hadn't had a solid day off in just as long as him, not really. It was nice for all of them that her job was just as easily done from home as it was from the office. And to top it all off, Jack was easy to haul in if she had to. Pack his bag full of toys or homework, coloring books and video games and he'd sit silently until she was done. The kid was never trouble, it was easy to say yes. Sometimes he would pull a chair up beside her and ask her to explain what she was doing. No child she'd ever known would sit and listen so intently to information about tracking stocks and bonds, interest rates, taxes. He was always so attentive.

Aaron couldn't help it, he smiled. It was so easy, she was flustered and that always made him a little giddy.

“Do you want me to say no?”

“I..no...it's just...you haven't had a weekend off in...and I just thought...dammit, Aaron, I just thought you'd push back a little.”

That was how it started. He might come to regret how easily he caved, how he didn't even consider arguing with her. How he should have taken even a second to consider what she was saying...he hadn't had a weekend off in ages, and this was not just his weekend but Derek's too. And Jack's.

It was a family weekend.

But he was firm in his conviction. “You've given up more for me than I can ever repay. It's the least I can do.”

“You say that now...”

She wasn't asking him to do much, he reasoned. Just take an overnight trip with her. Check on a friend of hers in the woods and then stay in a hotel overnight. A movie night, she'd spring for pizza even. She made it almost irresistible, he poked at her. That wasn't exactly true, but the way she huffed and puffed and turned all pink the cheeks amused him to no end. That made the night spent in a hotel with her sound that much better. Afterall, he didn't get to see her often either, so he was looking forward to a few hours in the car together to just sit and talk.

Jessica was in banking, wealth management to be precise, and she managed a number of high-profile accounts, trust fund babies, estates, lots of old money and new money. She dealt with more money than she would ever see in her life. Her family, they were not only not old money; they weren't new money, hell they weren't any money. They came from a long line of doing the best we cans. Like most people.

But there was something in this sort of wealth that had intrigued her, call it some kind of morbid curiosity, and it was more of an accident than anything how she wound up doing what she did. Starting out as a bank teller, making her way through the hierarchy but not necessarily climbing ladders or shattering metaphorical glass ceilings, it was more like crawling through tunnels until she found some strange niche that just fit. Like her ancestors, she was a miner. Aaron's mother had given her all the reference she needed, got her the go ahead shot into this job. Considering how familiar she was with their money; she had more than enough going for her.

That Hotchner name carried a lot more weight than her Brooks did.

Her father was well respected in their community, he was a man of good faith and good standing, someone people came to when they needed sound advice or a helping hand, but he didn't have a checkbook he could pull out of his smoking jacket to erect an entirely new wing of a hospital because they felt like it. Because one day he might decide on philanthropy and the next day he might fund something a little darker. Roy Brooks had never driven a brand-new car off of the lot, and the people Jessica called her clients did it without blinking.

Not all of them were big spenders who put her through the ringer though. People asking her to pay their huge credit card bills and wire them money to build multi-million-dollar garages or craft rooms that would make Martha Stewart drool. Sometimes they talked to her like she, too, understood dropping twenty thousand dollars on a ring...on a whim...because you were traveling and thought it was cute. Not an engagement ring, nothing special, just a ring...something that would probably sit in a safe deposit box until the last will and testament was called up and then it would be left to an eldest granddaughter who couldn't recall ever having seen the ring in her life.

She would smile and play along, like she had any idea, transfer the money and joke about it with Aaron later. “Can you imagine?” But of course he could. “You've met my mother,” he would remind her and that was enough to send them both into fits of quiet laughter.

Sometimes her clients were quiet, sat on their nest eggs, ignored the frivolous lifestyle. Her favorite client, Elmer Chambers, was one of them. He was a huge old man with hands the size of briefcases she said. “Briefcases full of cold hard cash.” He lived alone in the woods, no family, no friends, a hermit whose only real connection to the world was her. They spoke weekly by phone, business first of course but afterward he would ask about her life and she his and there were moments where she thought for sure that she'd crossed some kind of invisible line and they were friends. She visited him monthly.

He was quiet about how he came by all of his money but people in those areas liked to talk, and she'd heard more than enough about the Chambers family and their moonshine. Old mine shafts, long abandoned, filled with stills and armed guards. Elmer Chambers sat on a fortune built during Prohibition and he spent as little of it as he could. He had his cabin, his mountain land, he paid his taxes. He had a cleaning lady that came weekly, more for the company than for any real work she would tell Jessica when she cut her the check. “Whole place was clean today,” she would say more often than not. “But he had the coffee on, so we chatted. Hardly feels right takin' his money.” But she did, because Jessica insisted, because Elmer insisted. Wear and tear on her car, gas maybe. He was a lonely old man, and he chose his company carefully.

But he wasn't answering her phone calls, hadn't for at least a week, and she had that gnawing pit in her stomach that told her something wasn't right. That she had to go out to the mountain even if it was a three-hour drive into the middle of nowhere. Just to see for herself that nothing had happened to him.

Derek wasn't even upset when she ran it by him first. They didn't get a lot of family time these days and now she was asking to take Aaron away on what could be a wild goose chase. Into the woods, and she knew how he felt about the woods. “Are you sure? I can call the police...I'm just worried it's an overreaction...”

She wasn't though. She knew it wasn't. Something was wrong, and she wanted to have Aaron by her side when she walked up to his door. She had a key to his house, she'd been out there plenty of times, sat and drank iced tea on his rickety old front porch and watched his huge brute of a dog sniff around the property for squirrels and raccoons and mice. Trudy, his dog, was named for his late wife...a silly sentimental thing, he would call it. It was the whiskey talking, that's what he'd explain it away as. “Called the brute Trudy one time, tried to change it and she wouldn't have it...stubborn old thing. Just like the original Trudy I 'spose.” Jess liked her. She was huge and gray with big droopy ears and lips, and a howl that you could hear fifty miles away on a quiet night. She came nearly up to Jessica's waist.

“You sure Trudy isn't part horse?” she'd asked, and that was it...that was when Elmer Chambers decided he liked Jessica Brooks.

Well, now she was worried about him. And Trudy.

“Jack and I are gonna stay in our pjs all weekend long. Not cooking, not cleaning...we're gonna eat ice cream and cereal and popcorn until we puke and watch every Disney movie ever made...”

That was all Derek said when Aaron asked if it was okay, if he minded even a little. Of course he minded, but Jessica bent over backward for them. She deserved to have them give her the same.

“Don't watch 'Oliver and Company' without me, okay? It's my favorite.” Aaron was a simple man. But, Derek saw an opportunity and he had to take it.

“We're gonna watch that one first, sorry buddy. You snooze you lose.”

It wasn't true, of course. They would wait for him. Derek had so many that he wanted to watch first, that one was low on his list anyway. Pretty much every single one was better than that one. He would never tell Aaron that, though. It was just...there was so much Billy Joel, right? And no matter how many times Aaron told him there was only one Billy Joel song, it didn't seem to matter. “Too much Billy Joel,” was Derek's firm stance. It ranked only slightly higher than Tarzan and the overabundance of Phil Collins. Derek wasn't ashamed to admit he fully judged Disney films on their soundtracks.

“Be safe,” Derek said finally, all joking aside, when Aaron stood in the doorway with his go bag in hand. Jessica was waiting for him in her car...he was going to let her drive and was already regretting it. “Call me when you guys check in at the hotel okay?”

“Of course,” he whispered, pulling Derek toward him for a slow kiss. The kind that said I already miss you. He'd already had his teary goodbye with Jack. Of course, it wasn't Jack that cried, it was him. This was different than a case, this was a personal thing and he already had misgivings about the entire trip.

“Hey. Anything weird, you're calling the cops right? No vigilante cowboy shit.”

“Cops. Right away.”

(x)

Mr. Chambers lived in the mountains. Not just up a mountain road a little way, either, but really up there. Tucked away in thick green woods, huge old growth trees and very little sunlight. It was easily ten degrees colder the minute they took his turn. “Does he have any neighbors?”

“There's a family that lives about a mile that direction,” Jess said, navigating the bumpy unpaved road slowly and carefully. Aaron felt sick but he didn't say so. She was doing her best. “As far as I understand it, they don't see eye to eye. There's a strip of land that's been in dispute for decades now, tied up in the courts for the whole time. It's a mess.”

She wasn't exactly lying, just being purposely obtuse. It would probably do her no good in the end, she just didn't want to go down all those winding roads if she didn't have to. Mr. Chambers was complicated.

“You have to deal with that?” His interest was piqued, and it was far better than thinking about how every bump and every curve brought him one moment closer to losing his lunch all over the dashboard.

“Not much. He's got a lawyer that I deal with most often. Mr. Chambers has a lot of...his estate is complicated.”

Aaron nodded. He understood the type. His family was similar. Rich people, real rich people, he had learned behaved like squirrels. They buried small bits all over the place and often forgot about all the little secret passages and passwords and combinations...meanwhile it was all just building, amassing wealth that they could no longer even remember how to access. And the truly wild part was that it didn't matter, they didn't even think about it, didn't need it. Jessica had, as a personal favor, worked with his mother on her will, putting her estate in order not so very long ago and she'd been shocked to find money sealed up in accounts all over the place. Some were her late husband's, some were hers, all a surprise. "Piles of money!" Jess had said, exasperated. "She didn't even know it. How do you not know?!" It had been a tense but ultimately funny night of beer and pizza with Jessica once it was all said and done, nothing left but stories to tell. Finding out a chunk of it was hidden away in his name gave him heartburn.

“Do you need to stop a minute?” she asked quietly, her car rolling to a stop on the rough road. His complexion had gone waxy, whitewashed pale and worn. He nodded and popped the door open, feet hitting the ground heavily and without any grace. He didn't exactly fall out of the car, but he might as well have. In no time, the world swam around him, and he crouched, dropping his head between his knees and biting into his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. It did the trick, the swimming stopped and the nausea retreated. Her hand between his shoulder blades came next, warm and gentle, fingernails scraping lightly at the skin behind his ears like he was a puppy. “It's okay.”

“I'll be fine in a minute.” Car sickness was nothing new, and he'd managed rather well today considering the condition of the roads. She knew he would have pushed until they arrived, too, he wouldn't have thrown up yet...but something nagged at her, some awful pull in her sternum. He had to be on his game, in good shape, not like this. They needed to be alert. Something was wrong.

She should have let him drive, that was the real take away here. As she stared up into the thick canopy of evergreens with their dripping moss and lichen, the pine needles crunching under foot, she knew it. If she'd let him drive she could have just given directions and they'd be there by now but...well the two of them were control freaks, and as such...it didn't matter. She made her choice. They were close now.

“You ready? I don't want to be on this road after the sun goes down if I can help it.”

He nodded and licked his pale lips. Color was returning to his cheeks at least. He hopped a little in place, bounced up and down, shaking his hands to return blood flow. Like an antsy child doing the pee-pee dance. “Yes. I'm okay. Let's go. How much further?”

“This right here,” she indicated a bubbly little creek lined with trees and what he thought looked an awful lot like wild ginseng with a smirk. “It's the disputed property line. You can probably see why now, huh?”

He squinted and regarded the leafy plants bordering the water with piqued interest. Tiny red berries, bright green leaves. “Wow. Yeah. That's...” Millions of dollars' worth of wild ginseng, if he wasn't mistaken. That felt like a conservative estimate, given the length of the creek and the way those little plants crept along the bank and up the hill on both sides almost like a weed.

“They have cameras in the trees. Someone is watching us. People have been shot for stopping even just to look.” She glanced up and waved, smiling for a small game camera pushed into the angle of a lichen covered branch of an oak tree. They knew her here. She was welcome. To a point. “Come on. Before they start getting the wrong idea about me.”

Once back in the car, he frowned, bothered by the idea of being watched. “Who watches the camera?”

“The lawyers, from what I understand. There are motion censors that alert them. It's all outside of my scope, Aaron. They only tell me as much as I need to know in order to manage Mr. Chambers' money.”

“And if someone...”

She sighed and pushed the hair back from her face. “I guess that they call Mr. Chambers and the Dumont family. Let them handle it however they see fit, seeing as the land is currently wrapped up in all sorts of disputes. There isn't a clear owner...I guess it was sort of an easement? But it came with some really bizarre rules. Backwoods stuff.”

His frown deepened but he couldn't say he was surprised. The people who lived in these areas, towns that had map coordinates rather than actual names, had a way of life that was in no way affected by what happened in large cities. The law only vaguely applied to them as far as they were concerned, and in more ways than one, they made their own laws. His own father had plenty of these deals racked up that were still being untangled. Some might never be. “And you're sure...”

“No. I'm not sure of anything, Aaron, that's why I asked you to come with me. This is hillbilly gold okay? And if anything happened to Mr. Chambers over it...” She frowned, a shadow falling over her usually bright features. “There's this clause in the deed. If either of the bloodlines ends, the remaining family assumes all ownership of both plots of land, including this creek. But if foul play is suspected out of either family, that family forfeits it all. That was what they put on the line to keep them all from wiping each other out. According to Mr. Chambers, it's been quiet for so long, but he knows that being the last of his line...well. They're probably not going to kill him themselves and risk it, but if someone else saw an opportunity, they wouldn't exactly jump in to save his life either right?”

“So you don't think it's anything to do with them?”

“I don't know what I think. I know they talk about legends, the ginseng and the water, the stills...some of them say there are supernatural things in these hills...and they all seem genuinely concerned by it. Even Mr. Chambers who I think is pretty levelheaded...but you know how people in these parts can be.”

He did. He had plenty of family that came from these parts if you dug far enough back. Appalachia was riddled with legends and he'd grown up no stranger to them. This area was unfamiliar to him, but for her sake he sucked in a deep breath and offered her all the comfort he could. Placing his hand over hers, he gave it a small squeeze while she shifted the car into drive and it lurched forward hesitantly. Like it was having second thoughts about going up there. “We're doing everything we can.”

The property looked okay at first glance. Mr. Chambers' car was in its spot, exactly as it always was. There were a few pine needle clumps in the windshield wipers, but he didn't drive much so that wasn't alarming. Not initially. Still, Jessica seemed to bristle a little and he didn't want to ask her why, so he just slipped his hand into his holster and pulled out his weapon. She didn't tell him not to. In fact, she almost seemed to encourage him and that was a little alarming in itself.

It wasn't like she was opposed to guns. Her father was a hunter, at least in his younger days when he could get around easier, and he'd taken her out plenty of times. She bagged her first deer when she was eleven. Could have been sooner, but he didn't trust her with a gun. Jessica had always been a little too spontaneous, so he waited for her to calm down a little. Cool her jets. Of course, that never really happened (still hadn't) so he just sighed and prayed a lot for her to be smarter with a gun than she was with her mouth. Aaron went out on a turkey hunt with them for Thanksgiving at eighteen. Roy saw it right away; he was a natural. Asked him to come with every chance he got after that. Aaron never cared much for the actual hunting part, but he had to admit that he liked getting praise from a father figure was something he hadn't known prior. He maybe became a little addicted to it for a time. When Roy would pat him on the back and say “Atta boy! Well done, son!” he couldn't help wanting to do it time and time again.

The look wasn't about the gun, it was about Derek. He knew it. Derek had said it...”be safe” ...well this wasn't safe. She was putting Aaron in danger while Derek sat home in pajamas with Jack. Poor Jack who had already lost one parent and now...

“We should go,” she hissed as he started to step toward the front porch. The rocking chair swayed in the gentle afternoon breeze and she grabbed him by the wrist. “Aaron. Please. I think we should just call the police.”

“We're already here. We should at least have a look.”

Famous last words, she thought bitterly. How many movies had she seen where that was the crux? The turning point? Have a look meant poke your nose into the hornet's nest.

Aaron knocked on the door first. Just a few soft raps of his knuckles, and then a little louder. “Mr. Chambers? FBI.” That was a force of habit, and in retrospect, probably where it all went wrong. He could see that now. If he'd just let Jessica knock, call for him, things might have gone differently.

But he didn't. He tried the handle, and to his surprise and Jessica's horror, it was unlocked. She gulped, heard the click of her throat ring in her ears and her stomach did a flop. His door was never unlocked. He may have been all alone out here, confident that he could take care of himself no matter what came at him, but he was still cautious enough. He didn't trust his neighbors as far as he could throw them, and the older he got the less distance he thought he could manage with his pitching arm. He'd told her that once, and she'd had a good chuckle about it then. It didn't seem so funny now.

“You have a key, right?” he asked, as if that alone absolved them of their sins. She had a key so she could walk in, but that door was unlocked, and they were not invited. Was this breaking and entering? She had no idea.

“I do,” she replied as coolly as she could muster and fumbled for her keychain to make the point. She held the fuzzy little pink llama in her hand and dangled it in front of her face briefly before settling it back into her purse.

“You're allowed to enter? You have his permission?” She supposed, now that he said it, that it was true. She was welcome. Probably he gave her a key for this purpose...if something happened to him, if he croaked right out here in the middle of the woods. Well, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it...does it make a sound? She was his safety net. The person who would be around to at least know the tree fell, even if it wasn't heard.

She stayed close behind Aaron while he pushed the door open slowly. His gun entered first. Swept with his vision from right to left before his shoulder nudged the door and he stepped over the threshold into the unlit cabin. Everything was silent.

Where is Trudy? Her mind snagged on that...Trudy should have come running right away. She was usually nearly knocked over by the rambunctious dog. Without fail.

As she contemplated the dog's absence, the silence was broken by the whistling sound of a wooden baseball bat, a nicked up old thing that had seen hundreds of visits to home plate, as it came down hard against Aaron's arm. Louisville Slugger right to the radius. Just above his wrist, and he felt the moment his radius collided in splinters with his ulna. The force was incredible. Instantly his hand released the gun and it slid and spun like a top across the front room floor. It finally came to a skipping stop beneath the couch. Aaron made no sound, even if he wanted to cry out, burst into tears at the pain in his arm. He just reached to his waist with his good hand for his second weapon in its holster. Jessica screamed, though, and she screamed loud. The bat that had been raised for a second blow by someone huge in the shadows stopped just short of making its connection against Aaron's chest.

“Elmer!” she cried out, her hands in the air high and wide, a desperate surrender. He dropped the bat with an exasperated huff, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it quickly. “Elmer it's just me!”

[sleepsonfutons]

Trope Game

Oooh thanks for the tag @mentallyinvernation!

Gonna go on and do this before it falls out of my squirrel brain lol. I'll go in for most any fic regardless of trope if it sounds interesting and fits the mood I'm in honestly, but I reckon there are some I prefer over others 🤔

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don't care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: +2-3

Depends on the fic, but I've gotten sold on it in the Dreamling and Witcher fandoms by nature of the canonical ages of characters. In human au's though, if it ever involves an age gap with a minor that's a straight-up nope for me

Codependency: 0

It's not gonna turn me off from a fic cuz I don't mind a lil bit of that seasoning in my fic but I've got personal history with those dynamics so gotta be in the right mood for it and not gonna go looking for it

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +50

BRUH in my fic I am pure *grabby hands* for this shit!! They can't get enough of each other? Brilliant. They'll never give up looking/waiting for the other? Ded! You dare look at/come onto their partner?! Perfection!

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +♾️

something something opposites attract something! Legit, the whole world looking at them like "these two shouldn't go together" but they make each other the absolute happiest?!

Better bring a mop and bucket cuz I'm a fucking puddle on the floor 

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +1000

Peak, superb, amazing! No notes

Friends with benefits: +3

Nothing I seek out pointedly, but pair this up with Fake dating/relationship and +100 Delicious!

Sex to feelings: -2

It's fine, I won't NOT read something with this trope but it can take me out of the story a bit cuz it usually reads contrived to me/hits like 'fake news'. Heyo cynicism 😅

BUT if there's legit ANY kind of pre-sex tension between them and it's not just like "cold"/"random"/"no reason" sex to feelings, that's a solid +5. The sex just acts as the cincher to the awakening

Fake dating/relationship: +100

*shoves this trope into my mouth* bruh, like bruhhh! guhhhh some much juicy angst potential I legit can not get enough of!! especially when paired with some other choice tropes? An absolute delight~

Friends to lovers: +5

Depends on the friendship dynamic but usually solid stuff.

Found Family: +10

Finding your people is always a good time

Hurt/Comfort: +10000000

BEAUTIFUL AGONY! Bitter before the sweet! I will never get tired of this shiz

Love Triangle: 0

Not gonna seek it out, not gonna write it off, but to gotta echo @mentallyinvernation on this one:

However, if it's a love triangle that turns poly, I fucking love that shit. Especially if they're all being idiots about it.

Gonna be a solid +10 from me then~

Poly, open relationships: +20

Alright so, amongst others, We Meet Again by round_robin (Witcher) and Beautiful, Strange, and New by @moorishflower (Dreamling) absolutely solidified my undying LOVE of this trope! Just hngggggggg so much love to go around~

Mistaken/hidden identity: +8

Bring on the intrigue!! Def can depend on the setting and context, but usually I'm fully here for this one

Monsterfucking: +♾️

Honestly have yet to come across one of these that I've not been here for

Pregnancy: 0/nope.

SOOOO this one is like playing russian roulette for me on if it hits squick, trigger, or oh yeah...

Give me Improbable Reality (aka can-only-happen-in-fiction, omegaverse, metaphysical/dream) MLM pregnancy as a trope? We're good! Anything remotely close to probable reality? nope nope nope, especially transmasc pregnancy or anything using the w-word that rhymes with "tomb" >.< brains are great >.<

BUT mysterious/magical/accidental baby acquisition can be a hella entertaining trope

Second Chance: +5

I do love me a solid redemption arc

Slowburn: +1000

AHAHAHA MAKE ME SUFFER THE WAIT!!! all that building anticipation and tension? yeah, that's that good stuff

Soulmates: +10

Ooof yes I am a sucker for soulmate au's BUT not all of them are it for me. I'll def be inclined to give a fic a lookie see though if it has this tag~

Hmmmm who to no-pressure tag... @spockandthings @thranduilland @phinofthestorm @beauty-of-nyx @serenailith @lostelfwriting @arialerendeair @landwriter @delta-pavonis @aquabluejay @amielot @teejaystumbles @moorishflower

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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124. Animorphs #1: The Invasion by Katherine Applegate--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I've somehow gone my whole life without reading an ANIMORPHS book, even though I used to watch this show when I was a kid.

I have to say that I was so pleasantly surprised with this book. From the beginning, I was hooked. The simple writing cut to the chase and held my interest. I also like how this isn't like those MGLit older series where you get one different story per book. It seems like you definitely have to read this in order and I'm excited for it.

Also, these villains are hella creepy. I don't know how my generation didn't have more nightmares as kids. Especially with the retro covers of this series.

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125. Indigo Ridge by Devney Perry--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

The way this book had a chokehold on me when I first started it and realized how much I was going to enjoy it.

I've been meaning to pick up INDIGO RIDGE because I read another book by Perry and while it wasn't a favourite, it was still a pretty enjoyable read. INDIGO RIDGE, however, was a whole other experience.

I loved the small town aspect of it and how humble and kind this family is. I also loved this enemies to lovers with a heavy dose of sexual tension trope. Ugh, I'm putty for this kind of romance because I'm just waiting for one of them to cave. I'm torn on whether I love or feel eh about how the author didn't do smutty until about mid-book (like there were many fade to black scenes until more detailed scenes were introduced.)

The intriguing part of this book was the mystery at the core of the story. I don't read a lot of romantic thrillers and I was pleasantly surprised to actually really enjoy this sub-genre. I wanted the MC to prove everyone wrong with her skills.

Anyway, this was a great start to the series and I'm loving it so far! Such a pleasant surprise!

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126. The Girl in the Lake by India Hill Brown--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

THE GIRL IN THE LAKE is definitely a young reader's horror book, but it was strangely adorable, too? Especially with the twist. But there were definitely creepy moments. With a cover like that, I would expect nothing less.

One of the shining stars in this book, however, is the commentary on the history of racism and the stereotypes (rooted in racism) that have plagued the Black community for decades--like the belief that "Black people can't swim". When one explores the history behind this one particular stereotype, they'll find some pretty eye-opening and heartbreaking truths. The exploration of this generational trauma made this book all the more special.

I really enjoyed this one and if you have a little reader who likes a good horror story with a dose of life lessons and historical lessons and commentary on racism, then I highly recommend THE GIRL IN THE LAKE.

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127. Juniper Hill by Devney Perry--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

Okay, this one hitttt. I am such a sucker for these single parent tropes, especially when theres a gruff someone who can't help but fall for the parent and the baby.

While I thought the romance was a little too quick in this one, I did love how the MMC was with the FMC. He assured her and remained her strong support system. One of the things I love about these books is the communication that happens between the couples. That alone has me coming back for more.

There were definitely some allusions to the main suspenseful twist in this book. I loved all of it, as twisted as that sounds--it was so fascinating and had me hooked. Maybe I need to read more romantic suspense books...

This was great and I devoured it! Can't recommend this series enough!!

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128. I Survived the Shark Attacks of 1916 by Lauren Tarshis--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was such a fun and quick little read.

Sharks scare the living crap out of me, but I've always been so fascinated by them. I knew that a lot of the fears we have of sharks now are based on the events of the 1916 attacks (which spawned the JAWS book and then, the movie).

While I've seen a lot of shows about the attacks and read various allusions to the attacks, it was still interesting and entertaining to read the story from the (fictional) perspective of a child living in that time.

Straight to the point and quick, this was enjoyable and I definitely want to read more of the books in this series!

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129. Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I've been wanting to read this book since a clock app reviewer mentioned how at the end of the series Gregor is covered in scars that will follow him for the rest of his life. The reason why this grabbed me was because you don't always see these middle grade fantasy books where the realities of the trauma faced by these children follows them into the real world and have real world consequences.

From the get-go, I knew I was going to enjoy this book because the MC, Gregor, has such a jaded perspective on the world because of his father's disappearance. This is definitely one of those characters who would fit perfectly in a YA novel because of the way he views the world. His character is complex and I'm curious to see how he evolves as a character as the series progresses.

I loved the addition of his baby sister. She was stinking adorable and listening to the audiobook added to her adorableness. I just wanted to protect her with my life. Such a cute and great little addition to a story full of adventure and a situation that, to be completely honest, would probably be too much for a regular pre-teen.

While it wasn't a favourite, it was a pretty great read full of surprisingly dark themes and imagery. I'm definitely going to have to check out the sequel!

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130. Her Good Side by Rebekah Weatherspoon--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I went into this book not knowing what to expect. I never expected to find a story that was so cute!! This had so much going for it: Great communication between friends, healthy af relationships with said friends, and an MC with a passion for something that even though she wasn't a pro, she still wanted to learn.

The {fake} relationship was so cute and even I forgot at times that it was fake. The chemistry between the characters was great and I couldn't help but cheer them on. I just wanted the best for them. Even though they had some rocky moments, I loved seeing them grow together and help each other out.

I want only the best for this couple and their adorable selves. Wouldn't mind reading another book set in this school!

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131. The Luis Ortega Survival Club by Sonora Reyes--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Big TW for anyone who wants to read this book--the author does a wonderful job of explaining the title of the book at the beginning of the book!

I was a huge fan of Reyes's debut novel, so when I saw this new book, I knew I had to pick it up. Much like the debut, this one didn't disappoint!

This was a heartbreakingly honest and raw portrayal of a teenager who has just experienced a sexual assault. This already traumatic experience is made even more heartbreaking when you learn that she is autistic and has a hard time communicating with those around her. The powerlessness and the confusion surrounding the guilt she feels made me want to reach through the pages and absolutely destroy Luis Ortega.

I think that while the budding sapphic relationship between the MC and her love interest was sweet, and her growing friendships of the other girls who were also survivors of Luis Ortega's predatory assaults, the strongest message (for me) is what goes through the MC's mind after her rape. The guilt. the downplaying, the questioning, the denial--readers who may have experienced something similar, or may have had that mindset at one point in their lives may be able to relate.

This was an incredibly heavy book and it really hits you with those emotional punches, but it's also so incredibly important. It's also a perfect example that SAs can happen to any one, no matter the age--the devastation and the violation has no age.

I highly recommend this book, but please proceed with care.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Summoning a Succubus

A soft swishing of wind filled the room before a new being stood before them where previously there had only been a room. They looked up from the book they had been reciting from. “Oh, that was a bit faster than I thought.”

The being-the demon-locked eyes with them and stepped toward them. “What do you mean I came faster than you thought I would? Didn’t you realize the summon is instantaneous, darling?” His voice was a purr, matching the way his hips swayed as he sauntered forward.

They felt their cheeks heat slightly. “Well, yes, but there is always room for error. I didn’t know it would work on the first try.”

His laugh was as sultry as his gaze. “Of course it worked first try! A pretty thing like you is obviously smart enough to understand the Latin you’re reciting, let alone know how to pronounce it correctly. You’re not the type to leave anything to chance, are you?” His voice dipped in the last sentence, suggesting things that weren’t present in his words.

They couldn’t help the way they sank back into the chair, clutching the book to their chest and lowering their head. Whether it was in protection of themself or to hide their emotions, even they weren’t certain. 

When the demon made a noise of surprise, they looked up again to find him much closer than before. “What exactly am I wearing?” The smolder in his voice had dropped completely, replaced by surprise that caused them to laugh.

“I was curious about that myself, actually,” they responded.

“Well, then, darling, could you please enlighten me as to why I’m currently wearing an oversized sweater and a pair of very soft sweatpants? I must admit, this isn’t the most clothing I’ve ever been summoned in but it is a very strange choice.”

They laughed again. “Well, that truly depends on your rules, my good sir.”

He paused his surveil of his sweater to look back up at them, eyes hinting at things once more. “Oh? It’s ‘sir’ is it now? I can work with that.”

Their eyes widened. “Wait, wait, wait, don’t just jump on that!”

He laughed, back in his element. “I’ll go as slow as you like, darling. As slow as you can take if you want. All you have to do is ask, baby.”

They held out a hand as he came close enough to their chair to lean over them. His chest bumped their hand and they could feel the softness of the sweater beneath their fingers. “Now hold on just a moment!”

He backed up. “Have I been doing something wrong? What kind of foreplay is this?”

“It’s not foreplay!” Their voice came out louder than they intended to, their cheeks heating up even further. “Could you please just listen for a minute!”

“Okay, okay, calm down, babe. There’s no need to get so upset and raise your voice. Just take a deep breath for me. I’ll stay right over here, you won’t have to worry about me coming any closer.” He gracefully crossed his legs and lowered himself to the floor in a single smooth motion.

They took a few deep breaths and listened to him continuing to talk. “That’s it, what a good little human. A few more deep breaths and you can tell me exactly what you want. After all, I’m here to serve you in any way you want me to.”

When they got their emotions and breathing under control, they started talking again. “I had been reading up on Succubus lore.”

“I figured as much, how else would you know about me?” He smiled, smugness tinging the edges of it.

They gave him a look to be quiet and he nodded, eyes clear and calm. “Two things I read intrigued me more than anything else. One source said that Succubi get their energy from physical touch, no matter the form.”

He nodded and hummed an affirmative. “That’s right. We prefer sensual touches as that provides a greater amount of energy all at once and keeps us satisfied for longer. But yes, any form of touch with a human provides us energy and sustenance.” He grinned. “It’s just easiest to eat a soul when they’re laid out before you so nicely.”

They took a sharp intake of breath before continuing. “The other is that the Succubi, and by extension Incubi but I’m just using it as a blanket term here, appear in the form of the summoner’s ideal lover.”

He chuckled. “Yes, more or less, Succubi can be used as a blanket term for any demon who gains energy from physical touch. And, your source is mostly correct. We appear in the form of the summoner’s ideal person. That is, the most attractive being the summoner can imagine, not necessarily their ideal lover. Although, that is indeed one way of looking at it.”

They nodded. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Now, did you really just summon me to give you a lesson on Succubi? Or is there something else you would rather be doing? Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind being the teacher if you were my student.” There he went again with the sultry and suggestive voice that made them shiver just slightly.

“Um, no, I did have more in mind than just a lesson in demons.”

He stood, the motion so fluid they had to take a moment to stare at the way he moved, and came closer. Leaning over them, he placed his hands on the arms of the chair they were still sitting in and spoke close to their ear in a whisper. “Well, then, what did you have in mind, my good little human?”

They forgot how to breathe for a moment before regaining their composure and saying what they’d been meaning to say this whole conversation. “I was hoping for cuddles.”

He pulled back, a look of shock painting his features. “Apologies, I may have misheard, did you say ‘cuddles’? You summoned a succubus for cuddles?” He laughed. “I’d honestly be shocked if we hadn’t already been talking for quite a while with no advances made on your part. So, what kind of ideal partner am I for you?”

“I don’t know. Someone large enough to hold me comfortably, soft enough to be nice to be held by. . . “ Their voice trailed off, embarrassment covering their words.

He hummed. “Come on, little one, keep talking. What was all this about?”

They sighed. “I don’t know,” their voice came out just short of a whine and they had to take a moment to stop it from just being that. “I’m touch starved and was wanting someone to hold me. I don’t know much about why I thought this was a good idea beyond that. Maybe it was curiosity. If I don’t feel sexual attraction and your whole thing is coming in as the most sexually attractive partner, what would that mean? How would that look?” Their voice trailed off again and their next words came out in almost a whisper. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Hey, now, no, it’s not a bad idea. I’ll admit that is a solid reason for summoning me. If you’re looking for someone to cuddle you, I seem like the perfect person. Soft clothes and hair, muscular arms, tall and lanky, I’m the ideal cuddle partner it seems! Come on, I was summoned for a job, I’m going to do it. Besides,” he chuckled, “it might be nice to be able to feed without having to feel exhausted afterwards.”

They laughed softly. “If you’re sure.”

He crept closer once more. “This is going to be the easiest job of my career. Now, come here, darling, let me hold you.”

In one swift movement, he picked them up and cradled them in his arms. He looked down at them, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Yes, I think I really will enjoy this job. Now,” he shifted them to be better supported, tilting their head into his neck, “where would you like to cuddle? On the chair you were just on? Or, perhaps your bed would be a better place?”

They allowed themself to bury their head in his neck, taking a moment to marvel at his scent of old books. “The bed would probably be better.”

“The bed it is. I’m assuming it’s through this door.”

They didn’t pay attention to the way he wandered the space, carrying them as if they weighed no more than a child to him. All they remembered was when he placed them down in their bed, taking a moment to pull the book from their grasp and setting it on the side table before curling up with them.

“How would you best like to be held? Spooning? Facing me? Lying on my chest? Any position is alright with me, although I do prefer skin to skin contact as that is the best way to feed.” He chuckled.

They shyly rolled up their sleeves before rolling to face him. They looked up at him briefly before scooting forward. Their head next to his shoulder, face tucked back into his neck, they wrapped their arms around his waist and slid them under his sweater. Their fingers twisted the hem of the fabric as his arms curled around their back.

“Oh, facing me? Alright, little one, come here.” He hummed, content. “You fit perfectly in my arms and the way you’re holding me? That’s perfect.”

They looked up at him, hesitation keeping them tense. “Really?”

“Yes, this is a very comfortable position. A lot more comfortable than the naps I usually get.” He laughed, the sound musical and flowing through the room. “Is it alright if I play with your hair?”

They sighed, feeling one of his arms curl around them, and let their muscles relax into his warmth. “Please? That would be really nice.”

“Mmm, with such enthusiastic consent, how can I resist it now?” He chuckled, his whole chest vibrating with the action, and slipped his fingers into their hair. His pointed nails trailed gently over their scalp. Before they knew it, his other hand was creeping up their back and under their shirt, the pads of his fingers and his palm roaming up and down their back.

They both stayed like that for a moment, the only sounds being his breathing and his movements. Then, right when they were feeling like they’d drift off, he spoke again.

“May I kiss you? I know you said no sexual acts, but is that allowed?”

Almost reluctantly, they pulled their face away from his neck. He was looking down at them so sweetly, they were nodding before they’d even registered the action. He leaned down, lips feather-light against their cheek. For the next few minutes, that’s all that happened, him dropping gentle kisses to their cheeks and forehead and neck.

When he pulled back, their eyes stayed closed, expecting him to keep kissing as he had been. Only when they didn’t feel him again did they open their eyes and look at him. “Is something wrong?”

He stared at them, eyes half lidded. “I want your permission before I proceed.” His eyes stayed locked on their lips.

They were quite certain they knew what he was asking of them but they wished to make sure. “How would you be proceeding?”

“So far, I’ve only pressed kisses to your face and neck but I’m finding myself unsatisfied with simply that. May I kiss you? Genuinely kiss you?”

“Oh. Um, yes, you may.”

“Thank you.” His words came out in a whisper.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss their nose before shifting further, lips slotting over their own. For a moment, that’s all it was: his breath ghosting over their lips, hot and gentle and steady. Then, he finally connected their lips and it felt like magic. He moved and they moved with him, breathing into the kiss and reveling in the feeling of it. His hand in their hair shifted, carding through their locks and binding them further to him, pulling them inexorably closer to him. He hummed into the connection, a noise of satisfaction that sent a thrill through their very soul.

Time lost all meaning in that moment but when they finally parted, neither was breathing lightly but both were feeling content. His hand went back to playing with strands and sections of their hair, a gentle motion accompanied occasionally by the faint scrape of his nails on their scalp.

He hummed again. “That was wonderful. If I weren’t a hellish creature, I might even say that it was divine.” He chuckled, his chest pressed so close to theirs they felt his heartbeat in that moment.

He shifted, gently pulling their head to his shoulder. They squirmed around a little bit until they were able to press their head against his chest and feel his heartbeat. They sighed, one hand running up and down his back while the other stayed playing with the edge of his sweater, and it was their turn to hum contentedly. “This is nice.”

He chuckled again and they were able to feel it radiate through his chest this time. “I’m glad you find me so comfortable. It’s nice to know that me feeding off your energy is satisfying for you. Although, mentioning that, you should probably sleep. I am quite literally draining your energy right now. If you sleep, we can both recharge properly.”

They didn’t want to voice the doubts lingering in them but the words rose unbidden to their lips. “Are you going to leave in the night?”

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ll still be here when you wake up. I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”

They hummed. “And what if I don’t want to sleep? I’m perfectly content just laying here with you like this, no matter how draining it is for me.”

“I can already see your eyes drooping shut, you’re going to fall asleep sooner or later if we stay like this. I can be quite comfortable and convincing when I want to be.”

“And how do I know that?” Their brow furrowed with the conflicting thoughts and emotions running across their mind.

He shushed them gently. “You’re safe here, just snuggle up against me and fall asleep.”

They hummed but gave in, allowing him to lull them to sleep. The warmth that he radiated was positively delicious; the way his heart beat steadily beneath their ear in tempo with his breathing was the best lullaby they could ever ask for.

His hand in their hair ran through the strands in the same pattern as his hand on their back went up and down. Every sensation combined to be a wonderful symphony that soothed them into a deep sleep.

Link to the Script

There's a vague idea for a sequel to this but nothing's set in stone just yet.