#MY FIRST BUDDIE FIC PLS BE KIND

[jokingmaiden]

In the Dark: a Solar Lunacy One-Shot

Eager to escape the sleepless stress of your own home, you make your way mindlessly to the Fazbear Entertainment Pizzaplex and traverse the halls into the Superstar Daycare. You're not sure why you chose this place, but you know one thing for sure: You need some sleep.

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i've decided to try my hand at a little one-shot thingy bc i miss writing and this idea has been in my head since last night.

tagging it solar lunacy bc it's something like a fan chapter, taking place sometime after chapter seven. instead of being in college in a lone appt though, Y/N is in some sort of an unspecified, emotionally-negative living situation

@bamsara if you're not comfy with me having this up, please let me know!! i'll take it down immediately, no questions asked :)

word count: 1,839

content warning(s): mentions of violence, vague implications of/allusions to a bad home situation, nightmare/beginnings of a panic attack, strong language (obvi)

Your first thought, as you feel yourself drift back into active consciousness from your previously autopilot state, is how horrendously bad of an idea this is.

The Superstar Daycare looms above you, large doors dimly lit only by the cool tones of the surrounding neon signs, ceiling-high glass panes the only thin layer of protection between you and the pitch black den of a monster.

Well, you think to yourself as you gulp down the growing lump in your throat, maybe more of a bogeyman than a full-blown monster.

Your attempt at a jest doesn't do any favors for your nerves. Nonetheless, you find yourself pushing on the doors into the abysmal place, drowning any thoughts of turning back. It's far too late to retreat now. There's no way in hell he didn't clock your presence from the moment you snuck in through the metal gates at the front doors. You've felt those awful, beady eyes on you since the moment you marked yourself a trespasser.

Besides, he didn't come close to igniting the same fear as the monster you're running from. You learned your recklessness from somewhere, after all; there's no way in hell you can go back there. You took this job to save up to get out of there in the first place, but you just couldn't wait anymore. After what you just left behind? No, you can't turn back. And somehow, a murderous, sleep-fueled robot jester has become your only option.

Speaking of which...

As the doors finish their slow tracing of the same grated semicircles in the floor, you call out carefully into the darkness. You didn't have time to grab a pillow or a blanket or anything, so you do your best to find comfort in the feeling of your Fazbear LLC Jacket’s fabric bunched up in your whitening knuckles.

"...Moon?" you call out into the dark. No answer.

You continue. "Uh.. Look. I'm not trying to start anything, I just.. I really need a place to sleep tonight. Maybe, uh, maybe a couple days, actually. And, well, when I think of sleep, I, uh, hah..." Silence. You knew this was a bad idea.

"...Sorry," you call out, surprised at the catch in your voice and the pinprick sting of tears at your eyes. "I'll just sleep in my car." You turn to leave, startling yourself at how many feet forward you were able to walk into the daycare without noticing. There's not much time to ponder the distance, though, as you notice a familiar jester blocking your exit.

His eyes are pits of tar, darkness only broken by two, small pinpricks of blazing red staring directly into your soul. You shiver. He stands tall, unmoving, emotionless as he looks down at you.

Maybe tonight's the night you die after all.

"Uh... I—" "Sleepy, sleepy," a croaky voice escapes him, somehow quieter and, dare you say, gentler than usual. "Finally comes to me for a rest, rest."

"You are being really fuckin' creepy right now, dude," you inform him, instinctively taking a step back into the darkness. He matches your pace, keeping the distance between you the same as before. It occurs to you how much smaller the step looks on him, and how much larger and faster and stronger he is than you. You gulp again, struggling against your drying mouth as sweat beads at your browline.

He seems to notice your adrenaline levels rising, and his eyes narrow. He reverses his step into his starting position, frowning at your hesitation. "Language."

You notice the shifting color of his eyes and sigh in relief, surprised to find yourself so comforted by two pools of electric red narrowing further at you.

The stare-off stretches uncomfortably, and you find yourself adjusting your collar to try to provide less constriction on your tightening throat. It doesn’t help. Yeah, your car sounds like a much better idea after being confronted with what—or, who—you previously thought was a good solution.

"Okay, uh, I'm just gonna go—"

"Stay," Moon instructs, lifting a single arm to block you from leaving as you shuffle towards the exit. He uses the leverage against your abdomen to drag you around, pressing your back to his front and holding you there for a long moment.

Flustered, your immediate instinct is to start thrashing. You try to fight his grip, wiggling around like a child having a tantrum. Unfortunately for you, his programming was specifically designed to handle this kind of situation, even if it's been behaving oddly these days. He scoops you into a bridal carry with one arm, lifting the other to summon his aerial hook.

Your swearing and pleading goes ignored as he brings you up to the ledge of his stage, unhooking himself and walking in before you can even process being off the ground. Damn he moves fast.

Your fight doesn't leave you as you continue to try to escape, half-sure he's only bringing you up here so he can kill you without being disturbed.

"Brat," he hisses, all but shoving you into a pile of blankets, "sleep. You're tired, tired. I will keep watch."

All the fight drains from your body instantly, replaced with the night's exhaustion catching up with you as you remember why you're here in the first place.

No, don't think about it. You left for a reason. Thinking about it defeats the point of escaping.

Suspicion never leaving you, you cautiously adjust yourself in the blanket pile as Moon watches, looming over you much like the doors of the daycare itself, seeming to wait for something.

You pause your adjustment to look up at him, brows furrowing. "Do you mind?"

"Rulebreakers must be supervised," he informs. "Trespassers must be contained."

You're honestly surprised it took him this long to bring it up. "Yeah, well," you chide, slipping off your jacket in favor of burrowing under the blankets without inducing a heatstroke (Fazbear Entertainment doesn’t mess around with the insulation of their jackets), "you can keep an eye on this rulebreaker somewhere else. I won't be able to sleep if you stare at me the whole damn time."

"Language," he hisses once more, but there's no conviction in his voice as he drifts to the corner of the room. It almost seems like he's sulking as he sits down, perched in the corner with his hands on his knees like he's waiting for the opportunity to spring up and charge you.

Well, at least he's further away now.

With some difficulty, you manage to lull yourself to sleep in the pile, strangely comforted by the presence of the murder clown in the corner. It feels oddly safe, knowing he's there to protect you.

Your last thought, as you drift to sleep, is how surely nothing could get you here, not with your big ol' heap of metal watching over you in the dark.

.

..

…

You awake with a start. Sweat pours down your face, heart banging against the inside of your ribcage with the intent of escaping. Every nerve in your body is on fire, hands trembling as you reach for your throat to remove the nonexistent block from your windpipe. Your mind races, screaming incomprehensibly in a desperate attempt to get out, out, outoutoutOUTOUTOUTOUT—

"Breathe, breathe," a voice instructs, crackling with a soft static as it soothes your panic. Something cold and metallic presses to your cheek, warmer than most metals but still a cooling relief against your flush skin. As your breathing calms, you realize you're being cradled within two, long legs, padded by pillowy pants beneath you. A spindly arm supports your back, and as you come to, you realize the gentle press against your cheek is the palm of the figure’s other hand cupping your head.

“You’re safe.”

Heart rate slowing to a reasonable amount of panicked pounding, your eyes begin to adjust to the dim light. A familiar, celestial face looms above you, illuminating your skin in a pale pink from the mix of one white and one red eye. You squint up at him, trying to process your current situation as the heaving in your chest slows down into steady, calm breaths.

It occurs to you now, you must’ve had a terrible nightmare. Part of you is quite glad to know you can’t remember what it was.

Your second thought upon waking up is how embarrassing this is. A flush of shame replaces your terror, and you curl in on yourself. God, he’s gonna torment you with this for ages, isn’t he? The name “sleep-crier” will be ranked right under “brat.”

Your mouth opens—you’re not entirely sure what you were going to say. Sorry, maybe? Perhaps a hearty ‘fuck off’?—and lets out a pained croak, breaking into a soft sob as you realize there are a plethora of tears spilling down your reddened cheeks. You struggle to try to force words out between strangled cries, but to no avail, and you find the heaving in your chest pick up again as you grow frustrated.

“No need, no need,” the robot surrounding you assures, gently lifting a thumb to brush fresh tears from your eyes. “I know. Scared, yes? I’ll keep you safe.”

You nod softly. Maybe sometime, you’ll be able to open up and tell him what you were running from, just like he’d done for you not so long ago. But for now, you’re just glad he isn’t as chronically nosy as you are.

Surprisingly, he lets you cry for a while without interruption. Perhaps he knows the catharsis will exhaust you back into sleep without interference. Either way, he continues to hold you in his arms, cooing you into calmness whenever you become a touch too worked up. It goes on like this for as long as you need, and he doesn’t ask questions.

Once you can’t possibly cry anymore, you let out an exhausted groan, dropping your forehead against his chest with a thunk. Finally, after who knows how long, you’ve dried your spell of tears enough to function again.

The first coherent thought in your mind as you properly return to your senses escapes your lips a moment after thinking it.

“…..How did I get in your lap?” you ask, looking up to grimace suspiciously at Moon in the dark.

He grimaces right back, eyes narrowing in distaste as a tsk escapes him.

“Go back to sleep.”

You let a hoarse laugh escape you, surprised at how comfortable you feel. It would be par for the course for you to try to scramble away, to make some snide comment, to resist in any way. But as you feel his hands tighten ever so slightly around you, the faintest tremble traveling through his hardware, you realize he might need this just as much as you do.

So, you sigh, offering a curt, “Fine.” You curl into him and allow yourself to relax slowly back into sleep.

This time, you think as your consciousness fades around the corners of your vision, you won’t have to worry about any nightmares.

#is this my first attempt at trying to be moots with bam? #perhaps #i just wanna be buddies 🥺 #also me being a DA kinnie leaning towards sun and having a sun preference #yet writing my first fic in a while about moon #is very funny to me #also also this is very barely edited and i’m rusty in my writing so pls be kind to my weary soul #tags > #jm jabbers #solar lunacy #fnaf security breach #sundrop fnaf #moondrop fnaf #sundrop and moondrop #sun and moon #sun and moon fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #moon x reader #y/n #moon x y/n #x reader #reader insert #wholesome #fnaf sb fanfic

[onlyhuis]

can't get you out of my head

member — fwb!vernon x f reader genre — smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count — 2.4k synopsis — so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging, creampie warnings — vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes — june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am

the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.

the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worse—hadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.

it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to. 

he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.

so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week. 

like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with any man you'd slept with before.

the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.

your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.

you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.

your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.

you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.

if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, and—

before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.

he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are — an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual — the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.

the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.

so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long. 

maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationship…

… but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?

well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.

you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.

you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.

for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.

he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.

you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him. 

he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.

but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.

he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.

but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves. 

he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally again— right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.

he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.

sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.

if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.

you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.

throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honesty, maybe he is.

he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.

you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.

it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.

you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.

without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.

you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own. 

the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.

he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.

you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.

this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.

he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.

"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.

it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.

it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too. 

"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"

your breath catches a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," he answers. "whatever… this is, i like it. and i like you."

and just like that, things make sense. 

"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.

everything is so simple with hansol.

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[songmingisthighs]

High End

group : ateez

pairing : hongjoong × model!reader

genre : smut

wc : 2.8 k

warning : explicit smut; oral (m receiving), alcohol consumption, degradation (??), unprotected sex (just no), hongjoong being cocky, mc being a filthy sub, bathroom sex ?, cum eating, idek man it’s confusing like there’s slight spit play ig? and like some pussy slapping, unrealistic depiction of sex. if your sex after this sucks pls don’t come at me. not my fault your partner is not kim hongjoong.

a/n : it’s ass oclock. literally the witching hour like 3.33 am. if i don’t make sense, i am not sorry. you are reading the horny thoughts of a delirious woman who just saw kim hongjoong dressed in balmain and suddenly she got inspired to write about this genre of hongjoong. it’s hongjoong. how can i not? any complaints should be addressed to my chinese lawyer. sue mi.

a/a/n : this is a repost of the first high end fic that somehow did nawt show up on any of the tags I'm seriously so sick of this

buy me coffee?

Kim Hongjoong is a powerful man and you know it.

You saw him when he was invited by Olivier Rousteing himself to get a sneak peek of the newest line. It was obvious to everyone there that Kim Hongjoong was a new face, he had never been seen in the fashion scene before and yet he suddenly appeared next to Olivier himself like they were old racquetball buddies. Honestly, it kind of seemed like Hongjoong was simply Olivier’s newest pet, a fascination of his worldly inspiration.

Or so you thought.

Kim Hongjoong easily commands any room he’s in no matter what he was doing. The first time you laid eyes on him was when he was being introduced to the venue owner. ‘Soft’ was the first thing you thought of him followed by 'delicate’. You have never seen a man with such stature to seem inviting yet absolutely forbidden. There was this aura building simply by him smiling at people and making small talk. There was a moment where your eyes met and you swore you saw a glint in his eyes that seemed… possessive. Your model friends told you to pay him no mind but even as you were called to disrobe and do final touches backstage, your eyes didn’t leave him. Neither did he on you.

Throughout the show, through wardrobe changes, you notice that Hongjoong too experienced some changes of his own. He was eyeing you in a way that was rather different than when you both first laid eyes on each other. The outfit the stylists put on you felt almost like nothing under Hongjoong’s gaze. You convinced yourself that he was eyeing the material and the styling or even the makeup but no, he was practically undressing you. Your assumption was further supported when you saw how his gaze shifted from the model who went before you to you. His rounded orbs that peeked from his sunglasses slanted, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, his crisp suit showed a noticeable rise of his chest that remained until you turned around, and when you reached the end to strike one last post, you saw him ducking his head to watch you as he let his sunglasses slid down his sharp nose and licked his bottom lip.

So obviously when Olivier brought him over to introduce him to you, you couldn’t help but be intimidated. But when Olivier said that Hongjoong was intrigued with you, you felt your toes curl and your breath hitch. It was even worse when he took your hand gently and planted a soft kiss on the back. The motion was slow and steady as if he was appreciating every minuscule welcome of his gesture from you. Electric shocks coursed through your body from the spot where his lips lingered just a tad bit too long. Not that you were complaining though, you liked the feeling when he made contact. For some reason, the littlest touch felt addicting, it left the spot he touched with a warm sensation that you craved even seconds after it was over. Not only that, but the way he spoke was alluring. Of course, he tried speaking English to you and Olivier, and while it was good enough for you to understand, his manager took over and helped translate. All this time you thought French was the sexiest language but apparently you were wrong because suddenly Hongjoong’s aura changed once he was in his element. That room was his element and you couldn’t peel your eyes off of him, it was as if you were in a trance. You hadn’t even realized that Olivier excused himself and Hongjoong to attend to the guests, wanting Hongjoong to meet some of the people from Balmain itself. While Olivier simply turned and walked away, Hongjoong took a step towards you, tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled a devilishly gentle smile.

“I hope to see you soon.”

Though it was phrased like a request, you realized that it was very much a demand. With eyes that dropped to the hand he kissed, he looked back up to you and left with a not-so-subtle wink.

Had anyone else seen the both of you interacting, they would’ve immediately tried to cut the sexual tension with a sword and they would’ve done it so easily. Kim Hongjoong is a powerful, influential man who knows a lot of things that are in his element. But what he knows most is what he wants and moreover, he knows how to get what he wants. You hadn’t even realized that he slipped something into your hand until you looked at it.

A room key.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It wasn’t clear how it happened, it wasn’t clear when exactly it happened. But you found yourself between Hongjoong’s manspreading legs in the bathtub, sucking his cock as he took sips of his Moet messily. Droplets of the bittersweet liquid fell from the corners of his lips down to your face and into your busy mouth. The taste of his precum mixed with expensive alcohol somehow made your head swirl as if you were experiencing a drug-induced high. You were never one to analyze the taste of cum, but you had a sneaking sensation that rather than the alcohol, it was Hongjoong’s cum that made the alcohol taste better. Maybe it was some sort of a drug, Kim Hongjoong that is, he was your drug. Through your heavy lids, you could see Hongjoong smirking down at you with maniacal ease playing on his lips, taunting your presence and your work. The golden liquid in the tall glass was swirled around to further emphasize the power he had between you. While it seemed like he wasn’t affected much by your greedy mouth trying to coax an orgasm out of him, the way his cock twitch inside your mouth said otherwise. You knew that having him was a good idea ever since you first laid eyes on it when Hongjoong oh-so-casually pulled the tie of his bathrobe to reveal his boner. Never have you been so attracted to someone’s genitals but you knew you just had to have that pretty thing in your mouth.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re enjoying yourself much more than I’m enjoying my cock between your lips,” he mocked. Usually, you wouldn’t appreciate being degraded like that, a sexual act in its own nature is explicit and dirty but somehow he made it sinfully pleasing. You couldn’t help but clench at how he was talking down at you, mocking you for being desperate for him. His chuckle sent a wave of vibration that reached your tongue, “I can see your cunt clenching at nothing. Do you really want me that bad? Do you like my cock that much?” he taunted. The fact that the bathtub was facing a window alluded you momentarily, you were so focused on sucking off Hongjoong that the whole world almost literally blurred away.

For Kim Hongjoong and Kim Hongjoong only, you were nothing but a toy that he could collect and play with however he wanted. But you had no issue with it as upon realization, Hongjoong is a man who appreciates art. Whatever he does has a meaning and the meaning is more often than not uniquely beautiful. To be the art that he possesses to appreciate, was like the highest honour you could ever reach.

The more you tasted him, the hungrier you were. As your head bobbed to take more of him, wanting to get him to cum on your tongue so you could selfishly guzzle his juice for yourself. “Greedy, greedy girl,” he said almost in a disappointed manner as he ran his hand down your hunched back down as far as he could reach, “How can something so beautiful be so sinful?” he sighed. Your mouth detached from his cock when you felt him drag his fingers from just above your ass and up. The feeling of his nails marking you ever so slowly was thrilling; your pussy dripped with arousal, mixing into the warm, soapy water, and your spine arched as goosebumps rose in the path that Hongjoong made. Had you not been kneeling on the tub, you would’ve definitely slipped and possibly injured yourself.

Hongjoong watched in awe as your face contorted in pleasure. He watched as your bottom lip trembled and eyebrows furrowed while your eyes shone with the help of the accumulating tears that gathered from the pleasurable sting. The only thing Hongjoong regret at that moment was how he couldn’t make a baroque painting out of your erotic expression. The lines forming on your face told all the emotions that you were feeling as if it was telling its own story and explaining the harmony. Looking south, your trembling breasts made your state somehow more precious; the stiff peaks looked so inviting but the fleshy mounds warned him to treat you delicately. In contrast to the night sky that served as a backdrop, you looked like a star in his eyes.

Without wasting time, Hongjoong slid into the tub, joining you in a kneeling position as he turned your body to face the window. The gleaming lights of Paris in the night framed the reflection of you with Hongjoong pressing his body tightly to your back. For a moment, you could feel the smooth head of his cock prodding around your pussy, collecting your arousal as if he wanted to collect them so as to not go to waste. Slowly and carefully, you felt Hongjoong’s arms making their way up your arms. Your face heated up when you felt him lift them and lock them behind his neck. “Keep them there. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his hot breath and lips on your ear. This man truly knew what he was doing. Which was why he slapped your cunt when you didn’t give him an answer. “I was asking you,” he growled which made his chest vibrate on your back. With a nervous lick to your bottom lip, you meekly nodded, “Yes, sir, I can,” though you tried, you couldn’t hold the crack of your voice which thankfully Hongjoong found adorable so he didn’t even comment on it. “Good,” the hand that slapped your cunt stayed in its place with two of his fingers nestled between your nether lips comfortably. His other hand soon found purchase between your breasts to rest on your sternum. He must’ve felt how quick your heart was beating because he began grinding his cock on your cunt accompanied by his fingers tapping on your clit into the rhythm of your heartbeat. Even if you willed yourself, and you did, you couldn’t help it when your hips jolted into the taps, wanting more stimulation from his fingers as your hole clenched, forcing some of your arousal to drip more to Hongjoong’s cock.

In one swift move, Hongjoong impaled you with his length. The sudden impact almost sent you reeling forward, hurtling even, had it not for Hongjoong’s surprisingly strong grip on your body. Each thrust from his hips sent your thighs trembling in pleasure and it was only intensified when his fingers decided to toy with your clit. Melodious grunts and moans on top of sensuous huff and puff of air should not be as erotic but Hongjoong managed to fill your head with his verbal affirmation of pleasure. Your senses were sent to overdrive while your perseverance was put to the test. Through each slip of your fingers or how your knees buckle, you tried to not falter. “God, Hongjoong,” you moaned, nearly squealing when Hongjoong pinched your clit rather harshly. The sudden treatment caused your body to shiver and it was to Hongjoong’s delight to see your breasts bouncing and legs trying to close.

If you think you were in a state of absolute bliss, Hongjoong was in a whole new plane of existence. He loved how responsive you were to his moves, the way your body sought more of him whenever he touched a new place. He loved how your skin felt against his. But nothing beats the feeling of staking a claim over a pussy, your pussy. Though you both just met, his ego managed to convince him that your pussy was made for him, it was melded to accommodate him and only him. He wondered how he could feel so amazing being in someone’s cunt. Obviously, there is pleasure, but anyone can feel pleasure from anything. Not everyone had the privilege of experiencing heavenly sinful bliss. It felt so right but so wrong at the same time because how was he supposed to live without being inside of you all the time after this? He never wanted to leave. Even if he does, he wanted to make sure to truly make you his.

“I’m going to make your pussy mine. I’ll make sure to leave part of me inside you,” he announced. Your heart skipped a beat, anticipating the absolute recklessness Hongjoong was about to do to you. Words never had such an effect on you but you love it, you love what Hongjoong was doing to you where he wanted to do it with you. The sound of sloshing water and also the feeling of being swayed by the movement of the water due to your activity felt organic, it felt natural. Droplets of water that splashed on your entangled bodies served to remind you of the reality that the rest of the world still existed. But it didn’t seem to matter. Not when you and he were so close to cumming.

Knowing that he didn’t want your hands to wander, you decided that your release was more important. Your right hand left its post to grab the Hongjoong’s hand that was nestled on your cunt. Before Hongjoong could protest, your now vacant left hand grabbed a handful of Hongjoong’s hair on the back of his head, instantly causing Hongjoong to gasp and roll his eyes into their socket. Meanwhile, you worked his hand on your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the abused bundle of nerve frantically. Your hips ground to chase the pleasure on your clit and to meet Hongjoong’s thrusts continuously until you were squealing, releasing your cum. As you rode the high or orgasm, your body tried to curl up on its own, your cunt had a vice grip on Hongjoong’s cock as your legs tried to snap shut. The pleasure was almost too much for you to handle that it started becoming painful. But the pain was too good, so addicting, you wanted more of it and you didn’t want it to stop. So through the pain, with Hongjoong’s other arm keeping you close, you enjoyed every bit of sadistic release.

Hongjoong tried to pump his cock as best he could despite the firm grip your cunt had on him. Thankfully, he managed to unload his seed in time, just as your hole began fluttering. The knowledge that he was making you his along with the sweet sensation of release were the two things Hongjoong could think about. On top of that, he also believed that he couldn’t get enough of it, especially the sight of your body twitching in front of him, decorated by the Parisian lights. It was a boost to his ego. Moreover, when you finally collapsed into the tub with your head resting on Hongjoong’s hip next to his softening cock, Hongjoong never felt more powerful.

In contrast to the activity you both just went through, Hongjoong softly carded his fingers through your hair, gently so as to not cause tangles. The comforting gesture allowed you to close your eyes and enjoy the moment, though your lips decided to show some appreciation to the man by peppering kisses around his hips. “You did such a good job,” Hongjoong cooed affectionately, genuinely satisfied with what just happened. So much so that he took his glass that he abandoned on the tray by the tub to finish off his Moet.

You thought he just wanted to finish off the glass but you were wrong. Because the next thing you know, Hongjoong maneuvered your body to lean back on the tub as he leaned close to you. With his thumb, he gently coaxed your chin open and spit some of the alcohol into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise initially but the stern yet hopeful look in Hongjoong’s eyes made you swallow the liquid. The slight burn of alcohol was no match to the fire that burned in Hongjoong’s eyes when he saw how obedient you were. Once you opened your mouth to show that you had indeed swallowed the mixture of his spit and alcohol, Hongjoong wasted no time in pressing his lips wholly on yours. The rest of the alcohol in his mouth dripped down to yours, some you welcome down your throat and some dribbled down the sides of your mouth down to your chin and further down, creating a trail to your cleavage. With a last pat to your spent cunt that was leaking his cum underwater, Hongjoong smirked to your lips, “Such a good job indeed.”

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I have one!!!

Jim Halpert x gn!reader with fluff prompt

“Sad…I have a blanket with all this room and no one to share it with.”

With that episode ‘After Hours’ (yes I looked it up 🥲) where Jim is trying to get Cathy out of his hotel room so Dwight helps, but then Jim gets stuck with Dwight. So R comes to Jims rescue and offers him to stay with them in their room.

Summary: Jim is sent on a business meeting along with a few other prospective candidates for Vice President. When everything begins to spiral out of control, Jim doesn’t know who to turn to next //AU where Jim and Pam never got together, Pam went through with her marriage and the two children she has are with Roy, Pam is a sales associate, and Reader is the receptionist / being used as Nellie’s personal assistant Warnings: Use of Y/N, switching POV (between reader and Jim), use of the word ‘whxre’ (not at anyone), Author's Note: I’ll be completely honest my friend, I’ve completely forgotten who Cathy is! If she worked as the receptionist for Dunder Mifflin Scranton, then no she didn’t! In fact she’s not from Scranton at all cause reader doesn’t know her so how about that, there we go. Did I go back and rewatch the episode you mentioned? Yes. did i hate myself for it? Maybe a little bit. But it was during work so what else was i supposed to be doing? Work? Nah (ok look i wrote literal notes for this fic like it was a damn english project in school ok pls love this for me) Also on a side note, there needs to be more fics of Jim Halper x Reader ok I am literally dying without them. picture im like a dehydrated person in the desert just dragging my body around ok I need more fics

Arriving at the hotel in Tallahassee should’ve been a lot smoother than it turned out to be. They were all told that Dunder Mifflin had it ‘handled,’ which should’ve been your first clue. What really tipped you off was the number of rooms available.

“What do you mean? There should be one extra-”

“That’s all the rooms we have on record, sorry.”

“No,” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands, “No, I know. It’s not your fault at all. Just- do you have any extra available rooms? I’ll pay for it out of my own pocket.” It’s not as if you were being paid millions to be a receptionist at Dunder Mifflin, but you’d rather not have to ask to bunk with anyone. Everyone here were adults, and half of them seemed dead set on performing some sort of sexual act for the evening.

You had driven over with Nellie after she insisted you both carpool to cut costs. Then you had to suffer an entire car ride about how pent up she was, how she just wanted to get laid and she wasn’t above using her decision on who will be the new VP to get herself into bed. You tuned out before she could start listing names since there was nothing in the world you wanted to know less than what kind of guy Nellie was into.

“I’m sorry, it looks like we don’t have any extra rooms available.”

You were about to speak when you were bumped into, turning around to see the large crowd of Dunder Mifflin employees lining up behind you. You start handing out the proper keys to their proper rooms, having Dwight snatch his key cards out of your hand before immediately pouncing on Nellie. You were extremely thankful when Jim finally squeezed his way to the front. You hand over the card you labelled with his name, then sighed, looking back to the woman behind the counter.

“It does seem like there are a few rooms that have been reserved but haven’t been checked into yet. Their estimated check-in times are varied, so if you wait here there is a possibility that I could get a room for you at some point tonight.”

“I would really appreciate that, thank you,” You mumble over to her, then lean closer to Jim when he starts insistently tapping your shoulder.

“Can you be my new Tallahassee buddy? Stanley keeps going on and on about how we’re both bachelors and I’m pretty sure he’s wanting to get laid tonight. And I’m so not about to be around all of that anymore.” You chuckle at the similarities, shaking your head.

“That’s horrible. It’s like there’s something in the air here. Nellie was saying the same stuff during the car ride!” It was hard to talk with the loud crowd, but you weren’t complaining about how close Jim was standing next to you. “Unfortunately, I won’t be much of a buddy today. I would, but the company messed up, they didn’t reserve enough rooms!”

“They didn’t mess up!” You jump at the foreign voice, spinning around to see Nellie sliding up close to you, practically hanging on your shoulder. She already had Dwight and Packer trailing her closely from behind. “I told them the correct number of rooms, I swear it!”

“There’s not one for me-”

“Yeah, because I told them you didn’t need one!” You furrow your brows in confusion, watching her for a moment. “I figured you’d bunk with me! We’d be bunk buddies!”

“Nellie,” You hesitate, eyeing the men behind her before leaning forward, “There is absolutely no way in hell I’m sharing a room with you, considering what you talked about on the way up here.” Nellie stood there for a moment, obviously confused before suddenly jumping and spinning around to see the men trailing her. She laughs loudly, winking at them before turning back to you.

“Oh! Good idea!”

You watch Nellie just say this, then turn and leave. You sigh again, shaking your head and turning toward Jim. “If things can get settled in time I’d love to, Jim, but I-”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear,” A woman sidled up close, brushing herself against Jim’s arm. You watched the man jump, then turn and furrow his brow at this woman.

“Cathy?”

“Yes! It’s so good to see you, Jim! If you need a new Tallahassee buddy, I am willing and available.” You choked on your spit at the innuendo, watching her practically rub herself again Jim. You watched him try to take a step back, then bump into the counter behind him. You could feel something burning your chest at the way she was acting toward him. Much too forward, in your opinion, though maybe that’s what Jim likes? Should you do that, would that gain his attention?

“Oh, well, that sounds fun-”

“Great! So we can-”

“Hello?” You turn quickly at the receptionist’s insistence, raising your eyebrows toward her in a gesture that you were listening. At this she smiles back, looking back to her computer. “So the first one that may be available should be checking in within the hour. If by the top of the hour they don’t get here, I can make a phone call for you.”

“Oh, thank you so much. Really, I appreciate it.”

“Of course!”

You turn back to Jim, watching the woman walk away with a sway to her hips. You chuckle, shaking your head. “So you know her?”

“Oh, she works with the company.” He tears his eyes away from her, smiling down at you once more. “She’s willing to sit with me so I don’t have to deal with Stanley all weekend.”

“Oh good!”

“Of course, unless you would like to sit with me?” Jim smiles, and you could tell he was trying to charm his way into the seat next to you. If only he knew you would do anything for him.

“If I’m there in time, definitely. But this whole hotel business is turning into a real-” You’re interrupted by a phone call, cursing quietly and smiling apologetically to Jim. “I’m so sorry- I’ll just be a second,” You answer the phone, stepping aside to deal with some business for Nellie. You miss Jim giving you a longing stare before he finally turns around and begins making his way toward the bar.

  Jim felt lonely. He was almost excited to go on this trip, to get away from Scranton and all of the normalcy and monotonous days and maybe even spend some time with you outside of work for once. Or, as outside of work as he could get. But instead, he was sitting at the bar while nursing a drink and wishing you weren’t busy. Your hotel room hullaballoo lasted throughout the entirety of the company meeting, Nellie having complained that she had to take her own notes, and they still haven’t found a spare room for you.

Jim even offered to bunk with you, but then you had mentioned that there was only one bed in every room that was given out, and you had asked with raised eyebrows whether he was fine with sharing a bed with you. Jim- who obviously was more than okay with sharing a bed with you- had stuttered and mumbled and eventually the consensus landed in the field of no, you wouldn’t end up rooming with him. Nor did you have time to be his Tallahassee buddy. Which was extremely unfortunate, since the majority of the reason he had been excited about this trip was you.

Jim jumped at a weird noise, glancing over to see Packer blowing onto Nellie’s face with Dwight making what was probably supposed to be seagull calls into her ear. Sighing, he finished the rest of the drink he was nursing and mumbled something to himself before getting up and heading for his room. Maybe the sooner they’re back in Scranton, the sooner he’ll be able to talk to you again at the receptionist desk like normal. That would be 100% better than anything that was going on in this hotel at the moment.

When he got to his room he had turned on the tv, flipping idly through until he landed on the channel showing an NBA game. He leans back, watching for a little while. He’s not really sure what else to do, he didn’t exactly plan anything aside from ‘See what Y/N is doing and follow them around while they do it’ except you had said waiting in the lobby of the hotel room was extremely boring and you wouldn’t want to put him through that. He had acquiesced- for some reason- and had wandered back to the bar. Thinking back on it now, if you were bored down there then the best thing he could do would be to sit with you and entertain you. How had that thought only just crossed his head?

He was reaching for the remote to turn the tv off when he heard a knock at the door. Redirecting his attention, he left the remote for a moment and went to go see who could possibly be visiting him.

“Hey!” Jim’s brows furrowed seeing Cathy standing there in front of him. “The heating in my room is going a bit wonky, do you think I could hang out here while they fix it?” Without waiting for an answer, Cathy pushes past Jim and into his room.

“O-okay,” Jim drags out the word, closing the door slowly and hesitantly following Cathy into his room.

“What do you have on? Some kind of game?” She jumps onto his bed, scooting near the middle with her back against the bedframe. Jim hesitates, nodding toward the tv.

“Yeah, y’know. The NBA.”

“O-oh, sounds fun,” She sings back, patting the spot beside her. Jim slowly lowers himself onto the corner of the bed, then lets himself continue sliding until he’s sitting on the floor in front of the tv.

“Yeah. Fun.”

“So how’s the night going? Retiring early already?” Jim felt a tap on his shoulder and glanced up to see Cathy laying on her stomach, her head at the foot of the bed and close to Jim. He clears his throat, subtly trying to scoot away. “Didn’t know you were such an old man, Halpert!”

“Yeah, well. You know me. Old man Halpert.”

“Maybe we could stay up a little longer together? Have a little fun?”

Jim jumps up, taking a few steps back from the bed with a stutter. “Oh, you know, actually I was planning on heading down to the lobby-”

“I can come?” She asks, pushing herself up to sit on her legs.

“No, I just meant-”

Another knock on the door interrupts him, and thanking god under his breath he practically ran to the door. “Stanley! You do not know how glad I am to see you!”

“Mmhmm,” Stanley hums, pushing past Jim and walking into his room.

“You should stay! We’re watching the NBA, it’ll be like a party!”

“I’m just here ‘cause I ran out of refreshments in my room.” Stanley straightens up, carrying every single little bottle of alcohol that the hotel provided Jim’s room. Jim watched him look directly at Cathy, then back at Jim with raised eyebrows. Stanley immediately begins his exit, calling out behind him, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Jim glanced back toward Cathy on his bed, who only taps the bed beside her in an indication to sit down. Jim takes a big sigh, looking back to the tv immediately. He wanders over slowly, taking his position back on the floor.

“Oh! I wonder if you have-” Jim doesn’t hear the rest of it, glancing over to see what Cathy was doing only to be met with her rear-end as she completely bends over at the waist, digging through Jim’s closet. He turns his eyes to the ceiling of the hotel room. What was he supposed to do? Just kick her out? Why was he such a nice person that he didn’t want to hurt her feelings about all of this?

After some time, and Cathy making herself comfortable on Jim’s bed once more, Jim begins to stand and attempt his well-thought-out exit strategy once more.

“Actually, Cathy, I think I’m going to head down to the lobby-”

“Why?” Cathy stood on her knees on the bed, walking over toward the edge and placing a hand flirtatiously on his chest. “Is something the matter with your room?”

“Well- uh, no-”

“Then everything’s good! Come, sit with me!” Cathy jumps back once more, throwing the covers back and settling back in her spot, patting the open area next to her. Jim chokes for a moment, unsure what to do before pulling out his cell phone, and holding a finger up toward Cathy as if asking her to wait.

His plan to call Dwight into action, claiming he had seen a bed bug, hadn’t really worked out exactly as planned. If the plan had been for both Cathy and Dwight to be naked in his hotel room, then it actually went exactly as planned.

Jim was stepping outside of his room for a breather when he finally spotted you. He let out a long sigh, a fond smile lighting up his face without his permission. He wasn’t too worried about it anyway when a matching smile appeared on your face. You were standing near some person who looked to be wearing a hotel uniform, and he jogged over as the person entered the hotel room. “Hey! Did they get you situated finally?”

“Not completely sure?” You hesitated, shrugging at him. “They said they’ve been having some sort of appliance malfunctions on this floor so they need to make sure the room is okay for me to stay in. I asked to tag along, just in case.”

“Well, I hope it works out! Then you’ll be just down the hall from me!”

“Yeah! You could have a visitor for once!” You tease unknowingly, giggling. Jim’s face crashes though, and as he raises a hand to rub his face you begin to grow concerned. “Is everything alright?”

“Well if you count having a naked Dwight in my bed as alright-”

He’s cut off by your laughter, though you’re clearly trying to hold it back. You raised a hand to cover your mouth, and Jim can’t help but smile seeing you act so cute. You finally speak through your laughter, trying to hold yourself together. “Oh, well congratulations I guess? I gotta say, I didn’t see that coming. You and Dwight-”

“No, no, no,” Jim interrupts, laughing himself and shaking his head. You finally dissolve into laughter, and Jim lets the moment last a bit longer before finally explaining. “No, Cathy came into my room.”

“Cathy came by, and now you have a Dwight naked in your bed?” You seemed curious but confused, and Jim could feel his nose scrunch in adoration for you.

“Well, Cathy is naked in my shower so-”

“Oh!” You interrupt, and he could see your cheeks lighting up red. “Oh, I didn’t realize. You two-”

“No!” Jim calls out, probably a bit too loud and too quickly. He clears his throat, leaning closer to you and slumping his shoulders. “No, I mean, she obviously wants to. She told me her room was having heating problems and then has done everything in her power to flirt with me since pushing herself into my room. I’ve tried everything to be polite, I really don’t know what else to do.”

“And,” You begin, narrowing your eyes at him, “I’m still failing to see how a naked Dwight comes into play.” He laughs, then watches as your smile widens as he does.

“Well I kept trying to tell her I needed to leave, but she kept insisting I stayed. Then Stanley came by and stole my alcohol, and he was absolutely no help at all. So I called Dwight. Told him I saw a bed bug in my bed. He came through tearing my room apart, and Cathy said she was going to go take a shower in my room?” He rubs a hand across his face, shrugging. “Everything kinda devolved from there. He started stripping, saying he needed all the skin access he can have, that his body heat was going to attract the bed bugs to his body.”

“The bugs that- aren’t there?” You question, raising an eyebrow. He nods along and you laugh, shaking your head. You’re both quiet for a moment before you take a step toward him. Jim could feel his heart rate beginning to spike at your closeness. “But, help me out here. All this just because what? You don’t want to have sex with her?” Jim watched some sort of emotion cross over your face, though it was brief enough that he couldn’t quite catch it. “I mean, she seems like a good person?”

“She’s not the one I want though,” Jim mumbles, staring into your eyes. ‘Woah there, Jimboy,’ He thinks to himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself but only inhaling more of your scent, setting butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “I- I just mean, well. I like someone. And it’s not her.”

You were just opening your mouth to say something- ‘Anything, say anything,’ Jim pleaded in his head- when you were interrupted before you could even start.

“I tried my best, but I couldn’t get it to work. I don’t think this room is hospitable. I’m sorry.” You had turned around, taking a step away from Jim. He could finally breathe normally now, though he would still much rather be in your orbit than face the possibility of going back to his room to deal with things.

“Oh, that’s alright. I guess I can go see Tara back at check-in and see if she has anything else.” The disappointment in your voice had Jim’s chest clenching, and he reached forward to take your hand before you could walk away.

“My offer is still open, you know.” You laugh at him, shaking your head and pulling your hand away gently.

“What, stay with you and your two naked roommates?” Jim could feel his face begin to blush, and you shook your head once more. “Go have fun, Jim.” You walk away with an audible sigh, and Jim knew he would have done anything to make you happy again.

  ‘Go have fun, Jim,’ You mock back at yourself, shaking your head. ‘Yes, just tell your crush to go have sex with someone ‘willing and available,’ that’s the exact thing you need to be doing.’ You were currently sitting on the uncomfortable furniture in the check-in waiting area, balancing your briefcase on your knees and hoping desperately that everyone in Scranton that wanted your attention via phone had finally gone to bed. You hadn’t received a ‘super important’ not-so-important phone call for the last thirty minutes, so your hopes were beginning to look up.

“Excuse me, Y/L/N?”

“Yes?” You stumble as you stand, fumbling with your briefcase before finally catching it and dropping your phone. Thankfully, Tara waits patiently for you to pick up your phone as well before you rush over to her desk. She had been so helpful, and it had only taken you an hour of being in her company before remembering it was polite to ask about names.

“I’ve just got off the phone with-” She hesitates, glancing at her computer and scanning it before huffing and turning her attention back to you, “Well, doesn’t matter. They aren’t showing up, they told me as much. So we finally have a room available to you! I sent Max back up to check the room again, but if I remember correctly then this isn’t one of the ones having problems!”

“Oh, Tara, thank you so much!” You lean across the counter, and thankfully Tara meets you halfway for an awkward hug. She giggles as she backs away, leaning over and placing a card key on the counter.

“And it’s on the house, darling.”

“What? No, I couldn’t do that to you, Tara!”

“Look, with the whole misunderstanding, and then you having to stand here for hours and just wait around while that cute guy kept coming back trying to get your attention-”

“Wait, who, Jim?” You ask breathlessly, sliding the card into your hand. You laugh, though Tara seems unconvinced. “Oh, no, we’re just friends. It’s nothing like all that-”

“Sure, darling. Just take the room.”

“Thank you again!”

You back up, turning to quickly run into the room and almost knock directly into the camera guy that seems to have taken the position of following you around constantly. You sigh, nodding at the guy behind the camera before taking off quickly.

Your room was in the same hallway as Jim’s, and you weren’t sure yet whether you were going to curse the fact or thank Tara with an entire fruit basket. You were about to find out, though, now that you’d set your briefcase down and had taken a cursory look through the room. Making sure to have your card key on you, you exit the room at the end of the hallway and begin what felt like a walk of doom to where you knew Jim was staying- the room he had exited earlier in the night when you had almost been given a room and he had seen you.

As you were getting closer, you started hearing some kind of commotion. It sounded like muffled yells- then extremely loud screams as Jim’s door is flung open. A woman- Cathy- comes running out with a bedsheet held around her body, screaming and waving her free arm around her head as she pushes past you and runs down the hall. You hesitate, then take a few steps closer, just in time to hear Dwight’s mumbled voice.

“It’s not safe in here, Jim. I think you should room with Cathy for the night.”

You knock on the open door, peaking your head in to see Dwight with a facemask and large rubber gloves, holding two different spray bottles with some weird coloured liquids inside. Dwight was practically in Jim’s face, though at your knock they both turn to look at you. Dwight with exasperation, and Jim with nothing but relief.

“Y/N! Yes, please, save me from this nightmare.” He rushes toward you, taking one of your hands with both of his and practically drowning you with puppy dog eyes. You take in a quick breath before Dwight begins to crowd the both of you.

“No! Nope! No more bodies need to be added to the situation, go flirt outside.” Dwight slams the door closed behind the two of you, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbles up.

“So, naked Cathy and Dwight turn into-”

“Naked Cathy running away clutching a bedsheet and a fully decked-out Dwight spraying my room with mysterious chemicals? I guess so.” You both laugh and you could feel your cheeks heating up at Jim’s attention. “But, seems like I just lost my room.”

“Oh, what a shame,” You mumble, waiting for him to look back into your eyes before your smile grows wider. “So sad… I have a blanket with all this room and no one to share it with.”

Jim’s face lights up and he starts looking up and down the hallway as if your room number would just jump out in front of him. “Wait you finally got a room? That’s amazing, Y/N!”

“We finally got a room,” You insist, then hesitate as he locks eyes with you again, “I mean, if you’re still-”

“Yes!” Jim jumps in, grinning. “I would love to. Should’ve said that to begin with.” You both laugh, and you lead him down the hall to your room. Once inside, Jim begins to take a look around while you grab the remote, pushing yourself onto your bed and settling your back against the bedframe. As you turn on the tv, you start flipping through the channels.

“Shouldn’t you go back and rescue your stuff from Dwight’s wrath?”

“I think I’ll give it a night to air out,” Jim mumbles, settling himself slowly at the head of your bed, scooting in to sit next to you. You settle your channel-flipping on some sort of basketball game. You didn’t know much about it yourself, but nothing else seemed interesting and you knew Jim liked the game.

“So,” You begin, turning your position to face Jim fully. “Tell me all about what happened.” He laughs in response, raising a hand to rub the back of his head.

“Oh, well. I basically told you everything already. After you left I went back to my room and Cathy had apparently decided not to put on any clothes and just jumped under the covers on my bed like she owned the place. I got really sick of all of her flirting, so I tried telling her straight to her face, ‘Cathy, I’m sorry but I’m not interested.’”

“Really? Appropriate, given the circumstances.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. She just looked at me like I was crazy and asked if that’s what I thought of her. If I thought she was a whore.” You gasped at the name and Jim nodded, turning to look at you more directly as well. “Of course, I said no. Then she just said ‘Okay good, that’s settled,’ and then continued to flirt with me!”

“No!” You gasped, laughing again. “You did everything including telling her you weren’t interested and she still kept pressing on!”

“Yeah! So I called Dwight back. He came running in with those spray bottles and she tried insisting she didn’t see anything, but when Dwight asked ‘Where’s the bug?’ I didn’t even think about it, I just pointed straight at her.” You widened your eyes, unconsciously scooting closer. You watched Jim track your movement, his grin widening. “She screamed when he started spraying her and jumped off the bed and I thought to myself, ‘Well she got that far, I wonder if she’ll go all the way?’ So then Dwight asked if I saw it and I kept pointing at the sheet she was clutching around herself and-”

“That’s why she ran screaming from your room!” You blurt out, placing your hand on his arm, and then you both begin laughing. “That’s horrible!”

“I know! How could Dwight do something like that!” You laugh harder, shaking your head. After you both manage to calm down, another thought strikes your mind.

“So,” You begin, biting your lip and unsure how to phrase this. “You kept saying that you were sending signals that you obviously didn’t want to do anything with her, right?” You look up toward him, watching his eyes track your lips, realising you're biting them again.

“Uh- well, yeah. Yeah, I did that. It was like she was blind or something.” Jim mumbled, the tips of his cheeks were turning pink and it looked way too nice on him. “Or just, y’know, deliberately ignoring them.”

“What were they?” You ask- mumble, more than anything. Jim hesitates for a second, tilting his head.

“What?”

“What were the signs?” You could see the moment it registers what you’re asking in his eyes when they slightly widen.

“Oh, well. When she originally came in, she jumped on my bed and patted the spot next to her. I ended up sitting on the very corner of it,” He turned to point at the corner of your own bed as if you needed an explanation, then turned back toward you. “But even that felt a bit too much like giving in so I just ended up sort of sliding onto the floor. The entire time she was there I was either standing or sitting on the floor at the end of the bed watching tv.”

“Oh,” You whisper, trying to keep a smile tampered down at the fact that Jim had unflinchingly sat right next to you at the head of the bed. “Well, what else?”

“She tried to bend over directly in front of me.”

“No,” You gasp, laughing again. You hear Jim chuckle a bit before he continues.

“Yeah. I just looked up the whole time, I didn’t want to disrespect her or anything. Then there were the innuendos.”

“O-oh,” You drew out, smirking at him. “Saying innuendos to one Jim Halpert. I’m surprised you could resist her.” He’s quiet after, staring into your eyes. You begin to worry you said the wrong thing before he finally speaks up, his voice sounding a little rough.

“Yeah, maybe if it wasn’t her saying them.” You bite your lip, watching him momentarily before looking away and pretending to watch basketball.

“So what kinds of things did she say then?” As you finally glance back Jim just shrugs, looking quickly at the tv. Was he trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at you? Had he been staring at you? You bite your lip once again, thinking hard. “Ohh, I’m just so cold.” You tried to push your voice into a sultry tone and felt satisfied when Jim turned suddenly, his eyes wide and cheeks red.

“What?”

“That was one of the things she tried, right?” You asked, indicating what you had meant by saying that. You could feel Jim slowly relaxing against you and- wait, against you? When had the two of you got so close that your arms were resting against each other? Your faces were even closer than you remembered and you were beginning to get lost in his eyes.

“Y/N?” You blink a few times, realizing you had zoned out for a moment. If he had answered you, you had definitely missed it.

“Yeah?” You couldn’t help how breathless your voice sounded, and you could only hope that Jim wouldn’t realize why and then leave.

“Are you cold?” His voice was low and rough again and distracted you from the words he said for a few beats too long. Even after, his words had your brain scrambling to a halt, and you could feel your mouth opening and closing- gaping like a fish. How attractive. And yet, through all this Jim maintained how close he was to you. How he was slightly hunching over, his face closer to yours than it maybe should’ve been.

“I- yes,” You answer, nodding your head slowly, in obvious disbelief. “Yes, I’m cold.”

“Would you like help to warm up?” Jim was already shifting slowly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in closer to him.

“Yes, I- I would,” You stutter out, pushing yourself slowly down to lay your head on his chest. Once the both of you were settled, you were essentially laying together on your hotel bed and were cuddling. You were laying on Jim, you could feel his chest rising and falling with breath, and you had your arms wrapped around him to hold him close and he was letting you.

Maybe this trip didn’t turn out so bad after all.

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[ineffabildaddy]

Hi sam! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! your fics and your posts delight me) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘

hi!!! thank you so so much for this, a few months ago i couldn't even imagine being so active in the tumblr community again, let alone anyone's favourite anything!!!!

i've been very fortunate to receive the warmest of welcomes back to tumblr after a 7-year absence, and i've received so much support for my writing (and my shitposts lol) that this whole experience of finally joining the good omens fandom has genuinely given me a newfound confidence in my creative self, and in myself as a whole💙

in terms of the blogs that make me happy to be here... they are many!!! i shall put the rest of this post under the cut

@raining-stars-somewhere-else thank you for being my first go friend and now one of my closest buddies!!! i can't wait for us to finally write that fic together (lol) and for us to get up to some irl london shenanigans at some point✨ ur hilarious and kind and so correct about literally everything and i love u. literally everyone needs to read ur posts bc they're so well-thought out and unique. also your fics are really moving and human (even though they're about crowley and aziraphalekldfjgjl) and i adore them

@sad-chaos-goblin we literally just Get Each Other, same brain and all, and i absolutely love it!!! i couldn't ask for a better horny consultant bc after all it is Our Pornography™. you're also just an extremely understanding, open and lovely person, not to mention very fun and exciting to be friends with hehe. ur headcanons are so fucking interesting (and sometimes sad, how dare u do this to me) and i'm looking forward to hearing more when u eventually get round to writing all those fics you've got ideas for<3

@foolishlovers i'm really really happy we've got to know each other better over the past couple weeks!!!!! your xmas fic is one of my absolute favourite fics ever and i'm in awe with your skill and craft, i hope to write something as well-rounded and enjoyable as that someday<3 also you're one of my favourite posters, so fucking funny and u just make points left right and centre. i hope we can share our writing and our thoughts about life in general more in 2024!!!

@crowleyslvt i'm very happy i barged my way into your dms to be horny on main bc i definitely wouldn't've explored half the things i've explored in my writing if not for our discussions and your encouragement!!! i absolutely love talking writing and sexy headcanons with you, but above that i love that i'm now mates with such a talented, considerate, hilarious kiwi lad. i am honoured to be one of the little guys in ur phone who gets to hype up u as an exceedingly great porn writer but also as a legend in general

@voluptatiscausa no one understands my feralness for michael sheen like you do. i can go batshit insane in the dms over ms and dt with u and that space is important to me dlgkljdgldfjgl. i'm really glad i started reading ur writing this year bc it's very enjoyable, but it's also healing for me as a person who's [whispers] a traumatised and cripplingly shy person in terms of sex lmao. thank you for bestowing it upon ao3, and by extension, upon me!!!! also tho, you're a really nurturing and interesting friend to have, not to mention a Very Cool one so continue to be that pls and thanks

@bowtiepastabitch i've felt very honoured to hear about parts of your life as you share them with me - Knowing The Lore is so important to me and i'm humbled that you've trusted me with some of the stuff that's been happening in your world<3 on another note, your fanart may be quick but it's never shitty, it's always so expressive and fun and gets my brain Thinking Thoughts. i can't express how wonderful it was when you made a wee bit of fanart for one of my fics, and i hope i continue to see ur creativity shine✨

thank you to my favourite blogs for Existing Throughout 2023 (some of whom i know i can call friends, and the rest of whom i'd like to call friends in the future!!!) @sabotage-on-mercury @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @ineffableigh @celestialcrowley @queer-reader-07 @crowleyraejepsens @teddybearbutchh @crowleyholmes @ineffable-rohese @createserenity @quoththemaiden @procrastiel @sentientsky @genderqueer-hippie @beelzzzebub @lineffability @fellshish @greenthena @brainwormcity @opscuritas @tangerine-ginger @iammyownproblematicfave @crikey01 @crawley-fell @vroomvroomwee @bildads-shoes @shoemakerobstetrician @romansmartini @wraithee

i know i'll have forgotten people so i'll add em as i remember em hehehehe

#kinda good omens #personal #asks #ineffabildaddy

[flxwerydreams]

I think I like you (I hope you do too)

Lily Evans x Fem!Reader

a/n: first fic!!! pls be kind :) the title is from your text by sundial.

c/w: die joke, swearing. (lmk if i missed something)

You stared at the man with undisguised incredulity. “800 pounds? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed on 500?” Trevor - or perhaps Troy rolled his eyes at you derisively. He probably thought he was being subtle - that stupid prick.

“It's just how it is, Miss. Moving stuff inside the 'ouse? Well, that's gonna cost you a bit extra, innit? Wouldn't want you gettin' in over your 'ead now, would we?" he jeered at you. His twin, Trevor, you identified from his tag, snickered stupidly at that. The universe was really testing your patience today. 

"Seriously? It would've been decent to tell me upfront that moving stuff indoors meant extra charges. This is ridiculous." Trevor turned to you then, all six feet of him tensed and towering over you. "Miss, it ain't on us. You got a problem with it, you take it up with the higher ups. Give us our dosh, we've got other bits to be getting on with." With a sigh you handed over the cash, regretting the choice of passing on your friends’ offers to help you with the move. 

With another sigh, you turned back to the big mess in front of you, your hands resting on your hips, visibly expressing the exhaustion you were already feeling. This had seemed like such an exciting idea at first, having your own space all to yourself. The independence and freedom that you had anticipated was certainly there and you were definitely feeling it now. Having to arrange all this furniture by yourself …… very exciting. 

You let out a third sigh and felt the weariness seep into your bones. This was going to be a very long day. You took a step toward the covered couch - ready to begin settling into this new place, which would hopefully become your home. 

Suddenly, you were ambushed by a lasso which was thrown at your legs with murderous intent. The lasso then purred and you died ….. due to the lasso’s cuteness. “Hello, kitty! Oh, you’re so precious”, you cooed. The cat (not lasso) meowed up at you, rubbing against your shins. “What’s your name, buddy?” you murmured softly, picking it up and settling it in your arms. The only response you received was another meow, and a curious paw on your face. Noticing your open door, you walked towards it, all the while, gently scratching the cat behind its ears. “You seem like such a distinguished member of the society. Oh, is that where you came from?” you wondered to yourself, noticing another open door down the hallway. “And you’re my new neighbour too, it’s so sweet of you to welcome me like that, kitty.” you giggled, shutting your door carefully.  “Let's get you back to your owner, shall we?” You walked up to the threshold of your neighbour’s house and knocked on the open door. 

Just then, ‘Kitty’, as you had begun to call the cat in your head, jumped down from your arms and ran inside — towards the kitchen, you assumed. Standing on your neighbour’s doorstep awkwardly with no apparent reason was definitely not on your agenda for the day but before you could say or do anything, a figure emerged from said kitchen, you assumed again. Following that, your heart skipped around five or at least two beats. 

Standing in front of you was probably the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her red curls were tied up in a top bun and there was a smudge of flour across her left cheek. And she was saying something — to you. “— hall?” She asked, with a curious gaze fixed on you. 

“Huh? Sorry — I didn’t hear that, I was - I was thinking something else, sorry” you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

 At this, a teasing smile spread on her lips. She replied with a playful lilt to her tone "I said, I hope Crookshanks didn't give you any grief, darlin', and I was wonderin' if you're the new neighbour down the hall." 

“Oh yes, I am.’’ you replied hurriedly. “I’m in 403. Which you probably already know, cus' of all the noise.” Then you registered her previous statement. “Oh, wait — his name is Crookshanks? That’s such a cute name! How old is he?” 

“He’s four!” she replied eagerly. “He’s Himalayan. And I’m Lily Evans. What’s your name, love?” she asked, walking up to you. 

It was so hard not to stare at her — she was radiant, and you realised with a start that your palms were sweaty as hell. Quickly wiping them on the back of your thighs, you extended your right hand forward as you told her your name — mostly so that you would have something to do with them, but also because she was just so pretty. Although you didn’t want to be a creep, her hands looked so soft. You realised too late that they also looked dusty. The apologetic smile on her face just made you want to cringe even more. 

"I'm terribly sorry. I was actually just whipping up some cookie dough for your welcome biscuits. Seems I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I? But I do hope you're rather fond of chocolate chip! It's one of my specialties, you know." she winked. 

In your opinion, if you fainted, at that moment, it would be completely valid. The little nicknames, the supposed flirting (you hoped), and that wink? It was a surprise you were still standing straight. It took you a few seconds to find your voice again. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know? But also thanks a lot. Crookshanks and his owner both definitely know how to give a warm welcome.” That was brave. And also slightly lame, in your opinion. But it seemed to have its desired effect or so you thought, judging by the slight twinkle in Lily’s eyes. Her body language shifted. She leaned in a bit closer and hummed playfully. "Looks like I owe thanks to my mate for leaving the door ajar as he left. Annoying as bloody hell, but it seems to have finally come in handy." 

You quirked a smile at that, hoping her close proximity didn’t mean she could feel the heat emanating off of your face. “Looks like you do, I guess. Anyway, I should get going. I’ve still got a shit ton of stuff to do and not enough time. I’ll see you — and Crookshanks, later though?” Judging by the way her smile seemed to soften around the edges, she definitely caught the hopeful tone at the end of your sentence. “Yes, you will. Fancy joining me for dinner tonight? I'm not exactly a master chef, but I reckon the gas ain't sorted yet at your place, love.” this time, her tone was quieter and she was looking directly into your eyes with a small smile. You shifted your weight to the other leg and looked to the floor, considering it. Was this a date? You desperately wanted it to be, but what if something went wrong? Then you would have to live next to her with that and it would be awkward as hell. Looking back up at her, you saw that she was waiting patiently for you to respond, and you decided to give it a shot. What will happen, will happen, right? 

“Sure.” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the conflict you had felt. “I’d love that.” She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, leading to a small cloud of flour enveloping the both of you. At that she grinned sheepishly and whispered “Sorry.” Guess you weren’t the only nervous one, after all."I'll see you after you're done with work, love. Just give me a shout, yeah? I’ll be waitin’." 

And with that, you left for your own flat, and the big mess that awaited you. You knew the nerves of the date — was it? — would power you to get through a majority of the work. A giddy smile on your face, you began with the Herculean tasks.

And if the exhaustion of the day seemed like a good excuse to sit a bit too close to each other on Lily’s couch while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine after eating slightly overcooked pasta, who were you to object to that?

i hope you enjoyed it! leave a comment :) special thanks to @mxssingmemories for being an absolute angel 💖

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[knoxslut]

envy : johnny knoxville

💗warnings: jealous johnny, kind of rough smut, alcohol

💗summary: you and johnny had been best friends but one night he confesses something that changes ur relationship forever!!

💗a/n: I kind of hate this but it’s my first fic pls don’t bully me 🤙🤙

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Being a part of the jackass cast was the best job you could’ve asked for. You get to hang with your buddies all day for work, and at night you go to parties, bars, and clubs with them. Although it could be tough to deal with them sometimes, you could always handle it.

You had been best friends with bam and his family since you were young. You and the cKy crew grew up together. That’s how you eventually landed your spot in the jackass crew.

The moment you met the infamous Johnny Knoxville, something clicked. You two hit it off instantly, cracking each other up with jokes and stories. He was your best friend besides your cky buddies. Everyone would always tease you two about “how in love” you were, and you pretended to not care and be grossed out by it, even if you really did have a little crush on him. You knew he would never feel the same, so you tried your best to hide your feelings for him from everybody.

Work had run long into the night, and everyone decided to go out on the town together and meet up at some bar a little ways from set. You rushed home and put on a cute outfit that you hoped would spark attention.

Arriving at the bar, you saw bam, ryan, johnny, spike, and steveo sitting at a table in the back of the bar, sipping on beers, talking and laughing. You started walking over and they immediately put their eyes on you. “Y/n’s here!” Steve-o shouted. He stood up and hugged you with a firm, joking hit on the back. “Where’s everyone else?” You say. “They’re coming soon, probably fucking around on set still.” Bam says.

You can feel somebody’s eyes lingering on you. Johnny is staring at you, up and down, down and up, until he gets to your face. “Hey y/n. Sit down!” Johnny says, with his signature smile on his face, patting the seat next to him. You smile and sit as you see pontius, dave, ehren, wee-man, and preston walk into the bar.

After an hour or two, the bar is full and people are crowded on the dance floor. Everybody but johnny and spike are either getting more drinks, or dancing. You, steveo and pontius are on the dance floor, being stupid but having the time of your lives. “You look really pretty tonight,” pontius says to you. “Really? Thanks!” You say, genuinely complimented. Steve-o has found some girl to dance with, so you and pontius come to a silent agreement to be dance partners. You guys start dancing to whatever song is playing, holding hands. As the dancing progresses, you end up with your face pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, and his arms dangerously low on your back. You look over to johnny, who’s staring at you with an expression on his face you just can’t seem to figure out.

You and pontius are looking each other in the eyes, smiling and giggling together about something when you feel an arm grab you. You whip your head around ready to punch someone, but it’s Johnny. You were confused as to why he has grabbed you, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “Can I talk to you outside for a second? Sorry Pontius.” He says, sternly and quickly. He yanks you out of chris’s grip and pulls you out the back door of the bar, and faces you once you come out of the door.

You look at him with confusion. “What were you doing out there?” He says to you. You’re trying to look into his eyes to grasp any sense of emotion but you can’t because of his aviators. “Having fun, what are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you were letting Chris undress you with his eyes and then grope you on the dance floor!” You’re taken aback by his statement. “I let him undress me with his eyes and I let him grope me? What are you talking about? All we did was dance together! And plus even if he was doing all of that, why does it matter to you? It’s not like you’re my mom, who do you think you-“

Your statement gets cut off as johnny quickly comes down and kisses you passionately. You can taste the beer on his mouth and you can smell the cologne on him, and you loved it. He pulls away from the kiss, and looks you in the eyes. You’re too stunned to speak a word. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that? Since the day we met. You were the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. I just couldnt stand watching you with him tonight, im so-“ you cut him off and connect your lips with his once more, cutting him off just as he did to you a few moments ago. You hold his face as he holds your waist.

You had never dreamed that this would ever happen. Hearing Johnny say he wanted you since the day you met set your body ablaze. There was a growing fire in you as the kiss got more and more needy. Johnny pulls away quickly and the air is filled with the sound of your guys’s light panting. “Can we take this back to my place?” He says. All you can do is nod, making him smile. You two race to get back to his place and as soon as you get inside, you’re slammed up against the door, and kissed roughly.

Johnny forces his tongue into your mouth as they start battling for dominance. He breaks away for air and then picks you up so your stomach is against his and your legs are wrapped around his waist, then he starts bringing you upstairs. You place your arms on his shoulders and start trailing kisses from his jaw to his semi-exposed collarbone. You nip and leave lovebites all over the left side of his neck. You’re dropped onto his bed and he’s immediately over you, dark brown eyes burning into yours.

He brings his head next to yours so he can whisper in your ear, and puts his hands where your waist meets your hips. “Since the day we’ve met, I’ve wanted to fuck you until you come apart on my cock and every hole you have is filled with my cum. Is that what you want?” every word he said sent a shock to your core and took your breath out of your lungs. You can only nod as a devilish grin spreads across his face.

He lifts your shirt off of you and unhooks your bra. He comes up and stares at your uncovered upper body in front of him. “God, you’re beautiful.” You smile at the praise as he dives in to your neck, kissing and nipping down your chest all the way to your pants, you moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure each time he bites. He skillfully unbuttons and unzips your jeans using his teeth, then rips your pants off with his hands.

He starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and cover your mouth trying to conceal the moans bursting out of you. With his other hand, Johnny pulls your hand off of your mouth. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know who makes you feel good.” With his words, you start moaning freely and breathlessly saying his name. “Yeah, you like that?” He says with a sinister look in his eyes. You moan in response and squirm with his every movement.

He takes you by your hand and lifts you to stand up. “Now are you gonna use your words, or is your mouth only useful when it’s on my cock?” Yeah you probably could’ve spoken if you really tried, but you wanted the latter anyways. “Ok, fine.” He says and pushes you down to your knees. You start unbuckling his belt as fast as possible. His pants drop and he’s left with an obvious bulge in his boxers. You start palming at it and rubbing through the fabric. Each time he groans you squeeze your thighs tighter.

You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull down, revealing his hard cock. You take it in your hand and swirl your tongue around the tip. Johnny puts his hand in your hair and grabs it, then starts lightly tugging at your hair each time you move your tongue. You quickly start taking more of him in, as much as you can each time. He starts moving your head up and down his cock, gently rocking his hips every time.

You start gagging on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat and tears start to prick at your eyes. Johnny is now completely controlling the movements, and you let him. Suddenly, he pulls you off. You’re pulled up and slammed back into the bed. Johnny pulls your underwear down, throwing it behind him with no regard for where they end up. He pulls his shirt off as quick as possible, and your eyes immediately land on his body. You reach to grab him but your hands are harshly pushed back into the bed. Johnny grabs your wrists, bringing them up over your head and holding them with one hand.

You gaze into his eyes, giving him a desperate look. He grabs his cock and runs it through your folds once before harshly shoving into you. Giving you no time to adjust, he starts at a rapid pace. The pain turns quickly into immense pleasure as you let out pornographic moans. “yeah. you like being fucked like the slut you are?” You only moan in response. “cant even respond. guess you’re only good at being fucked senseless, huh?”

your vision is blurry and you can barely hear, all of your focus on how good you feel. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you start clenching around Johnny. “shit doll, you keep doin that and I’m gonna-“ He interrupts himself with a moan. “oh shit, sweetheart I’m close.” He brings his hand that isn’t holding your hands to your neck, lightly squeezing. Your nails run against his back, hard and scratching, for sure gonna leave marks in the morning.

He brings his hands to your clit, rubbing fast circles, sending you over the edge. You clench around him before he throws his head back with a low, loud groan, spilling inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure bliss. you look back at Johnny through half lidded eyes and you can see him staring at you with a smile on his face. “I wish you could see yourself, doll. you look like an angel.”

Your smile grows wide at his words and he comes down to give you a kiss. This one was different from the last ones. It was slow, gentle, and loving. He pulls away as you sit up on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” he runs out of the room and comes back in with new boxers on, a towel, and one of his old T-shirts. he hands you the shirt to put on as he wipes your core with the towel, grinning when he sees you shudder as the towel swipes through your sensitive folds.

he climbs into bed and pulls the two of you under the covers. you cuddle up to him and put your head on his chest. his arm comes around to hold you close and you feel his soft breath on your neck. you look up at him and smile. “I really like you, johnny.” he looks back at you with a goofy smile. “I really like you too.”

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#jackass smut #johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville x reader #steve o #jackass #johnny knoxville #mtv #2000s web #2000s internet #bam margera #viva la bam #ryan dunn #wildboyz

[naughtynoodle]

Fire Night

Description: You're allergic to the birth control tonic so you stay far away from the party but Tamlin finds you during Calanmai/The Great Rite and there is nothing anyone can say or do to stop him from taking you into that cave.

18+ only

Tamlin x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, dom!Tamlin, slight dub/con?, unprotected sex (not recommended bbs), breeding kink, Tamlins absolutely filthy mouth, porn with 1% plot (maybe)

A/N: Be kind pls this is my first fic. We are also going to act like nothing is wrong and that there is no threat looming :) Minors DNI

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You could hear the deep beats of the drums in the distance. It had been so long since you had enjoyed the company of all the Fae during the night long celebration, ever since you first bled and shortly found out you were allergic to the birth control tonic. What had it been? Four years since you were able to stay out all night and celebrate? 

You’ve had your fun with some of the other Fae men, always careful but you had found you could never fully enjoy being with someone due to the looming cloud of pregnancy. Of course it wasn’t as easy to get pregnant as the humans but one could never be too careful.

You sigh as you look into the distance that was the Spring Court, a very beautiful territory. You had cut it very close this year, waiting until the last moment possible before forcing yourself to leave, right at the beginning of the High Lords dance.

You were now on the other side of the Spring Court manor admiring the work of the landscapers, they always did a marvelous job with the gardens. You let your mind slip away in thought as you admire your dress, the light pink satin flowing over your curves. 

The straps were braided with gold and it leapt down into a plunging V-line which stopped directly below your belly-button and you had two very high leg slits for easy movement for all the dancing. A single gold belt wrapped around your torso keeping the flimsy dress formed to your body. The belt matched the golden ribbon tied in your curled hair.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you until it was too late. You felt his breath behind your ear first and your whole body goes rigid.

“I was wondering where you’d been hiding.” His deep, husky voice caused an involuntary shiver to rake down you. “But I must admit that I quite enjoyed hunting you.” 

If the way his voice sounded hadn’t already got your body tingling, those words set you on fire. His lips were so close to your delicate ear that whenever he said certain words they would graze ever so lightly on your skin.

“My Lord-” you started to say but get cut off by the sound of a panting Lucien coming up from behind you both.

“Tamlin.” His voice had a slight warning to it which made the High Lord growl lowly, “She is allergic to the tonic.”

That alone would do enough to talk the sense into any Fae male in search of a bed buddy during Calanmai. Any male but Tamlin.

“It is true.” Your voice was soft at first and you didn’t dare turn fully around at them both, you stayed as still as possible, “I could fall pregnant with your child.”

He slightly hums behind you, as if the idea sounded marvelous and it made your head spin but you had to think with your head and not with that aching burn in your groin.

“You should find anoth-” Your sentence once again gets interrupted when he brings a hand around your throat, stopping whatever else was going to come after.

“I have already made my choice.” He nips at the lobe of your ear and heat pools between your legs. “Leave us.”

You knew the order wasn’t for you and Lucien made a sound of protest but the snarl that left Tamlin’s throat was enough for him to leave. Your eyes meet and he throws you a worried glance but you give a slight nod - as if to say it was okay. And with that it was only the two of you once more.

He made quick work of that opportunity and his lips immediately found the base of your neck which had a gasp escape your lips. You feel him smirk against you. Cocky bastard, you thought.

“How should I deal with the little minx that has been escaping my grasp every year for the last four years, hm?” Your eyes widen at his statement, “Maybe I should tease you as you’ve been teasing me. Make your squirm and beg for release.”

A shaky breath escapes you as he laughs darkly. He brings his hands to your hips before bringing his lips right next to your ear once more.

“You are going to turn slowly for me so I can drink up every ounce of your body before I ravish it.” You bit your lip to keep from gasping. His hands release your hips and you feel him step away. 

You start to slowly turn as instructed and you felt his eyes burning over your figure and it had your gut churning with need. You stopped once you were facing him fully and watched his hungry gaze rake over your body multiple times before he stalks back towards you and grips your chin in his hand and forces you to look up at him.

The normal shade of green was barely noticeable due to whatever magic had possessed his body to bring plentiful harvest to your people. His eyes connected with the red shade of your lips and his lips form a sinister grin.

“I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my cock.” 

And with that he whisks you back to the crowd to announce his chosen maiden and you could almost feel the glares of the other women. You didn’t have to ponder on it long before he was once again hauling you away to the cave. It was lit by a single torch and there was a small mat thrown across the floor for comfort from the rocky ground. Your feet touch the ground once more and you turn to face Tamlin.

He says nothing for a moment so you take that as a hint. Your hand reaches for the straps of your dress when a growl halted those actions and you stare back at him with confusion.

“I never said you could unwrap my present for me.” You felt a deep flush all the way to your breasts at the slight compliment. “On your knees.”

You obey and silently thank the Gods above that they put the mat in this cave. You crane your neck to look up at Tamlin and he groans at the sight.

His thumb and index finger grasp your chin as he drinks in the sight of you. Big eyes and perfect pouty lips just beckoning him.

“Be a good girl.” Is all he says and you knew what he meant. With the release of your chin your gaze drops down to the enormous bulge that was in front of you. You take his belt in your hands and unclasp it and untie his trousers and release the throbbing member from them.

You glance up briefly once more and he places a hand on the back of your head. Maybe to encourage you or reassure you but also maybe a silent command telling you to hurry up.

Of course he was big, he was the High Lord. His tip was beat red and you could see the pulse of neediness as he stood before you. You open your mouth and run your tongue on the bulbous tip which causes him to groan. You bring your head lower and flatten your tongue to make one large swipe below his shaft. With that you quickly take him into your mouth and take him down your throat.

His hips stutter with pleasure as he swears under his breath. You had to be a dream, he thought. So long he had thought about this moment, how he longed to find you every year only to have to settle. And now here you were, on your knees for him and sucking his cock like it was candy. He thrusts his hips to meet your bobbing head and to his surprise you don’t gag at the size of him, which only added fuel to the fire.

You dared a glance up at him and his eyes were wild and they were drinking up everything before them. His lips were slightly parted as soft pants passed through them. Your cheeks hollowed even more and you worked him further down until your nose nestled against his pubic bone. You swore you almost had him there when he yanks your head away from him and you gasp for breath as you look up at him.

You were sure your lipstick was smeared and your cheeks even rosier than before. Whatever was possessing the High Lord seemed to be leaking into your skin and your neediness grew larger.

“As much as I want to come in that pretty mouth,” he says as he kneels down and pushes you onto your back, “I have another hole in mind.”

He watched as your pupils blew even wider at his comments and he smirks. He could’ve smelled your arousal from miles away.

He smashes his lips to yours and you gasp at his sudden movement. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth and he explores every inch of it. Your breathy moan causes his cock to twitch with need.

His hands explored your body until he finally slid one under the fabric surrounding your breast. Your nipples had been taut since he whispered in your ear in the garden outside the manor. He twinges one between his fingers which makes you cry out and arch into him.

His chuckle shakes your already aching core as he continues his assault on your chest. You were already panting at this point and he breaks the kiss off to blaze a trail down to your neck. He nips at every turn and sucks even harder on the sensitive spots he finds. Your moans echoed in the cave and no doubt everyone could hear but you didn’t care.

He continues down before coming eye level with your breasts and he growls as he grasps them in his hands.

“Such perfect tits.” He mutters as he rips the fabric away from your chest to reveal two taut nipples for him to explore. He gives you a devious look before giving the right one a little kitten lick.

The moan leaves your lips before you can even attempt to control it and you arch your chest into him, aching for more. This seemed to only encourage him so he continues giving little licks and pecks to both of your breasts.

Just when you thought you were going to go crazy for more friction he takes a full nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it and you swore you just about came from that alone. The groan that left his lips is feral and you soon realize you said that out loud.

“Shall we see if this is true, little vixen?” He smirks against your skin and you whimper, “I bet I could make you come with nipple play alone.”

He took your other neglected nipple in his mouth and your moaned once more, toes curling.

“Maybe that would be a fitting punishment for you? Make you come until you can’t stand it anymore.” Your eyes widen and your pants become heavier, “Oh, you would like that wouldn’t you? You want to be my my little whore?”

You couldn’t even stop the frantic nodding and he chuckles darkly before going back to your chest more feverishly. His bites slightly more painful, but in the most sinful way.

“Oh I’m going to take my time with you. I’ve been waiting for this, to make you writhe under my touch and hear you moan my name.” His mouth was filthy and you loved every word that left his lips, “No one else gets this kind of attention from me on this night, only my little whore.”

You whimpered his name bucking your hips up at nothing.

“Patience.” He tuts at you and you almost rolled your eyes but you caught yourself before you did it. You feel his hand trail up your thigh and you tense in anticipation. His hand working slowly and drawing ragged lines on its way up to where you wanted his touch the most. His mouth found its way back to your nipple and he sucked on it slowly and you could feel every flick of his tongue as you moan beneath him.

It was almost as if your senses were heightened and it made you so much more aware of what he was doing to you and it made the pleasure stronger than anything you had ever felt before.

“Tamlin.” You whisper and your eyes flutter shut as you felt your release approaching. He seemed to have caught on to what you didn’t even say and he switched over to the other breast while drawing small circles on your inner thigh - teasing you. Your breaths become quicker and felt that low pressure before saying his name again, pleading him.

“You’re very sensitive, little minx. Let go.” He mutters into your chest and you do and let out a strangled moan as he sucks harder. You look at him with hooded eyes and he just smirks down at you. You were about to say something when his fingers finally made contact with your sex. You gasp and buck your hips up and he looks at you with surprise.

“No underwear?” He takes his fingers away from your groin and looks at the slick that now coated his fingers, almost fascinated, “You were practically begging for it. Waiting for me to come find you and take advantage of you.” 

Your eyes widen as he sucks on his fingers and groans before he looks at you wickedly, “You taste divine.” 

Your chest heaves up and down as you slowly lick your lips in anticipation and he places his hand on your belly before grasping the thin fabric of your dress and ripping it off your body. You watch as he drinks in your naked form before spreading your legs even more. If it was even possible his eyes darken even more at the sight of your sopping wet cunt before growling lowly and diving head first.

You let out a startled gasp when he takes a long swipe of the tongue up your pussy before landing right on your clit which makes you let out a deep groan in satisfaction. He laps at you and as much as you try to buck your hips against his face he uses his arms to hold you down firm. Nowhere to run, you thought.

“Oh!” You shout out and you swore you felt him grin against you as he continued his work. You weren’t even sure if he could breath properly, his face was practically shoved in your cunt and every so often you could feel his nose bump your clit which would make you jolt.

“Tamlin please! Please!” You beg, writhing in his touch. His mouth finally left your sex as he looks up at you. A beautiful mess, he thinks.

“I’m not done tasting you, so you are going to be a good girl for me and take this.” He didn’t leave any room for arguments and hastily went back to licking your cunt with expert technique. 

Your mind was so hazy you were going crazy. At this point you were really debating begging with your whole heart when you feel a finger wiggle at your entrance and you suck in a breath.

You let out a light groan when he slowly pushes it in, flexing towards him. He was still teasing you, slowly pumping it and bending his finger to hit certain spots. His tongue assaulted your clit at this point with light licks, making sure to flick and grinning when you jolted every time. Your hips fought against his grip but he held strong.

He pace grew faster as did the amount of pressure he pressed against your poor abused clit. Your head was thrown back and your mouth open with pleasure. Your hands were tangled in his hair, gripping tightly.

Slurping sounds echoed throughout the cave as well as your moans.

“Tamlin!” You gasp and you were right on the cusp of release when he pulls away. You didn’t even have time to complain when his mouth was on yours again with a hungry kiss. His finger drew lazy circles on your clit and you moan into his mouth, bucking your hips toward his finger.

“Needy little whore.” He growls into you, going to find a weak spot in your neck. You feel his canines dig into your skin which makes you hiss with discomfort yet in pleasure. “Look at you, a whimpering mess beneath me.” You shudder.

He takes your legs and spreads them wide, drinking in the sight of you. Your hole quivering, begging for something - anything to fill it. A sight he wants to remember forever. 

He finally settles between your legs and you hold your breath in anticipation, but he still wanted to tease you just a little bit longer. He ruts his pelvis into yours, groaning when he feels your slick coat his length. He rubs it between your lips, bumping into your clit with the bulbous head and you moan.

He slams into you without warning and you scream in pain and pleasure, trying to adjust to his size. His mouth makes work of your nipples, licking and sucking.

“Tamlin, please!” You beg, for what you didn’t know. He tuts at you, gripping your chin and making you meet his eyes.

“Say it.” His voice was lower than ever, and you didn’t know what is was that he wanted you to say. You knew that he could see your confusion, but he didn’t say anything else. He pulls his hips back and slams into you again, making you cry out. “Say it.”

It clicked for you.

“Claim me. I am yours.” You gasp, and he hums with approval. Nothing could have prepared you for the rapid fire of his hips as he slams into you. The groans that left his mouth were sinful.

“You are mine.” He growls out, his hand wrapping around your throat and his eyes were watching as your tits bounced at the force of him pumping into you. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed fucking whoever he chose during The Rite. But seeing you under him, crying out his name ignited something within him.

“Oh gods!” You cry out and Tamlin grunts out your name. His pace never ceased and it was making your head spin.

“Such a good whore for me. Letting me ruin you.” His words just unraveled you and made you even wetter. His eyes concentrated on his cock entering you and his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly and you clamp down even harder on his dick.

Your release was close and so was his. You pant his name, gripping his arms tightly.

“I want you to look at me when you finish, look at who makes you feel this way.” You met his eyes and didn’t dare look away. His stray hand reaches between the two of you and rubs your clit. “Come for me.”

And you did, crying out his name. It was a chain reaction from watching you scream his name and feeling your pussy clamp down around him and he groans when he releases inside you but it wasn’t enough for him. You feel him yank you upright and whip you around to your hands and knees. His palm on your shoulders forces your upper half down to the floor.

His cock lines up at your entrance once more and he slowly pushes in, moaning lowly as he falls onto your back. You could feel his muscles twitching in his abdomen as he laid on your back as he moans your name - something that you never thought you would hear from your High Lord.

“Your cunt was made for this, for me.” He says lowly, kissing the skin of your shoulder and your pussy clamps down at his words, “You like being owned by me, don’t you?”

You nod and he chuckles and he picks up his pace, filling you even deeper than before.

“Say that you’re mine. That you want me to fill you up with my seed and knock you up, making you mine forever.” You moan at his words, working your hips back to meet his pace.

“I’m yours.” You pant out, “Please take me, do with me what you wish. Claim me, Tamlin.”

“Good little whore. Gonna make you mine forever.” He reaches around and furiously rubs your clit and you cry out, bucking your hips. “So good for me, milking my cock for my seed.”

He leans up and grips your hips and slams into you with a brutal pace and you feel the tip of his dick nestle up against your cervix. You reach down and rub your aching clit and he growls at the sight.

Soon you both release together and his hips stutter as he comes in you once again. He stays deep inside you to ensure his seed stayed where he wanted it, he wouldn’t leave this cave until he was sure he had enough in there to plant a baby into you.

He murmured sweet words to you as you shook beneath him, and in your blissed state you didn’t notice the new tattoo that adorned your left hand.

#tamlin x reader #acotar smut #fanfic #fanfiction #tamlin #acotar fandom #tamlin/reader

[strwbrry-skies]

Joe x kind reader pls?

☆PLATONIC! JOE AND KIND! READER☆

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"'do not enter' it's written on the doorway.

why can't everyone just go away?

except you, you can stay."

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summary: the first day of summer break, you were playing with other kids in the park. when one kid caught your interest. joe secondopinionson. you started to talk to him, being as patient as you can be. and you guys get closer, and closer. becoming best friends.

pronouns: joe he/him, reader they/them.

trope(?): fluff, childhood bestfriends. short fic and headcanon.

warnings/head's up: no capital letters, lighting ants on fire with a magnifying glass, i tried my best to not use reader or y/n but i had to😭😭 (plus this is kind of rushed,, sorry!)

author's note: hi, anon!! i'm sorry if there's anything wrong abt this fic lol.. and i made this a gender neutral reader fic bc it isn't really stated in the request!! have fun :p

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ah, yes. summer. the only time where school doesn't matter anymore and you can just rest. despite the sun being really hot, you decided to go to the park.

during the walk to the park, you saw your friends. orel, doughy, tommy, and.. what was his name again? oh, well. doughy was the first to notice you, "hey, buddy! where are you going?" he asked as he waved and walked towards you. "i'm going to the park! you guys coming?" you replied and everyone said "yes", looking very excited to go with you.

when you guys arrived there, you all decided to play hide and seek. " okay! the last one to touch their nose.. becomes… it!" tommy said as everyone quickly touched their nose, but it seems that you were a little too late. "alright! you're it! now close your eyes and count from one to twenty while we hide!" orel exclaimed, telling you the basic rules to the game. and so, you close your eyes and lean against a tree while counting. "one, two, three-"

after a few numbers, you screamed "ready or not! here i come!" before you even started to look for them, you could hear laughter from behind the tree you leaned on. you took a peak to see doughy and.. uh.. him! so you creeped behind them and hug them from behind. "found you two! now, you have to help me find orel and tommy!" doughy and him were surprised, "how'd you even find us?" him asked as you let go of them both. "well, i just believe in myself and pray!" you replied. "woah.." they both said in union. to you, you sound like a normal kid but in their eyes, you are like a hero!

so you told everyone to split up. and by "split up" i mean doughy and him are together while you are alone. during your search for orel and tommy, you found someone else. you saw a boy with black hair burning ants with a magnifying glass. and you took that personally.

"hey, i dont think you should be doing that." you said towards the boy, while you were walking his way "and why do you care?" he replied. "well, it's because those ants didn't bite you, right? you shouldn't hurt other creatures because they didn't do anything to you!" you explained, now being beside him. "... nyeh!" he said as he stuck his tongue out at you. "was that a 'yes, i swear to never do that again'? oh, well! my name's [reader]! what about you?" you asked the boy as he put tongue back in his mouth.

"joe." he said in a harsh voice. "hi joe! wanna be friends?" you asked, offering your hand to make a "friendship handshake". joe was a little taken aback but he replied with a scoff, "wh- you wanna be friends, with me?" and you answered "yeah, so..??" "... pfftt! fine!" he said as he shook your hand.

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okay, so now for the headcanons!

• after a few days or even weeks of you guys first meeting, he would already be clingy. because, come on. he has never felt.. this kind of kindness from a friend before. instant besties.

• and because of that, he would vent to you. a lot. and ofc you would listen!

• if you have some hobbies that involves making stuff and you give the stuff to him (like, for example, a drawing or food or anything like that) he would freak! but he wouldn't show it.

• he would collect some flowers and cool rocks for you in return.

• he thinks of you like, a younger sibling for him to protect. (but if you are older/more mature than him, hundred percent bigger sibling)

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author's note(again xd): WOOHH… joe is an interesting character to write about. and since i'm still on season.. one? i think? it's pretty hard lol. but i tried my best! thank you for reading and requesting me!

#joe secondopinionson #tommy littler #orel puppington #doughy latchkey #moral orel fandom #moral orel #moral orel x reader

[synge-street]

wip buddie fic

okay im working on my first 911 fic (woohoo! or should i say weewoo! am i right) and anyways its not gonna be very long but im v excited to be part of this fandom and anyways here an excerpt

it's from maddie's pov where she accidentally crashes the bimonthly buckley diaz family dinner except buck and eddie arent dating and it reminds her just a bit too much of buffridays

Buck recovers and raises his hands out to Eddie, where the other man slides the kind of minced onion onto. Buck continues mixing everything together. “Well, Maddie, you’re in luck. The recipe serves four people and Chris had better things to do,” he says, though the last part carries hints of bitterness. She isn’t the only one who notices if Eddie’s grand eye roll says anything. Maddie raises her eyebrows at Eddie, who clarifies: “Chris is at a sleepover.” “Jealous you didn’t get an invitation? I’m sure they just didn’t have a big enough bed.” Buck glares at Eddie’s snort. He looks at Maddie and says, “Ha ha. I’m not jealous. I just think he’s a little young to go on a sleepover.” “I call bullshit.” Eddie goes to wash his hands at the sink. Behind Buck, he turns his head to face Maddie.  “And you would be right. Buck’s dropped him off and picked him up from more than a couple of sleepovers. It’s just Friday night and he knows he’s supposed to not make any plans.” Wait. “Do you guys do this every Friday?” “No, of course not. Our schedule doesn’t let us.” Right. Normal. “So we only do this every two weeks.” “We’re supposed to do this every two weeks, but apparently some random kid–“ “His best friend.” “turning 10–“ "Thirteen." “and throwing a pool party at his boring house–“ "Mansion." “Is more important than family time.” And thank god he’s in love with her brother because Eddie’s too busy shaking his head and smiling fondly to notice Maddie mouthing family time to herself. Sometimes, the fact that her loose-lipped husband worked with her friends and brother was a net negative because she couldn’t just tell him stuff like this. Whatever this is.

Maddie watches this go down, the words family time spinning in her head like a rotisserie chicken. 

pls leave feedback if you have any thoughts or notice anything weird

#my stuff #my writing #fic #fic rec #911 fic #buddie fic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #maddie buckley #pls give feedback if you can #okay to rb

[exhuastedpigeon]

Oohhh 5, 16, and 24 for the fic asks pls! 🩵💜

Hi Mic! Thanks for sending some fic ask game questions :)

16: Do you stick to canon when you write characters and fics? I try my best to stick to canon portrayal of characters. I avoid fics where the characters are really OOC or have been changed so much they don't even feel the same. My goal is always to take the canon elements of a character (their core belief systems, their reactions in certain types of situations, how they treat people, how they speak, etc) and put it into my little situations.

That said, I love writing canon divergent fics and AUs. For me, half the fun of writing fic is seeing what kinds of crazy situations I can put a character in while still keeping that character who they are at their core.

24: Which fic of yours do you wish people would ask about more? Why?

The answer to this question is almost always going to be the longer fics I've written because I put so much time into them so I want everyone to read them.

Feels Like Magic - this fic means so much to me. I love magic AUs and I love the world and it was so much fun to write, even if it took me a couple of months. (buddie fic)

Baby On Board - this fic was my modern steddie AU I poured so much into and love so much. I feel like there aren't that many modern Steddie fics so I wrote it mostly for me, but I'd love for more people to read it.

it hurts to hope for more - i feel like I talk about this fic all the time, but that's probably because it's one of my favourites that I've written. I really loved writing Buck and Eddie in relationships with women that they were happy in, even if they didn't work out. And I loved giving Natalia and Marisol some more backstory and personality that we've gotten in the show. Plus, writing that fic was really cathartic for me.

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

This is from my NHL AU - I'm trying to weave some canon elements into the story while still having it make sense for this universe and I'm pretty proud of how this part turned out. It's got Eddie telling a racist that his mom is Swedish so he can try to use that part and it's got Eddie fighting.

Eddie hasn’t gotten in a fight since he joined the Kings. They’re a team built on skill and speed, not on old school heavy hockey like Detroit was when Eddie played for them. Eddie had always been the outlier on that team because he was almost all skill and speed, just skill and speed with a killer right hook.  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eddie asks as his first connects with Deangelo’s face. “You think racism is fun? You think initially running the goalie is acceptable?” Buck doesn’t hear or see the rest of the fight, he’s too busy getting tangled up with two other Hurricanes trying to keep them away from Eddie and Deangelo. He’s not much of a fighter, he’s only gotten in two fights in his entire career - one because he fucked a guy’s girlfriend and the other because he rejected a guy’s sister - but he can hold his own.  He’s nothing compared to Eddie though. By the time the refs separate all of them and figure out the penalties, Eddie’s knuckles are a little bloody and Deangelo’s nose might be broken. Buck would feel bad if he hadn’t heard at least two other slurs coming out of the guys month after the refs pulled them all apart.  “I can’t believe they didn’t give that fucker a match penalty,” Eddie says, pissing mad as they skate toward the penalty box. “Did you hear what he called Chim?” “No, but I can guess,” Buck shoots back. He’s furious too, but he’s too wrapped up in Eddie’s rage to express his own right now. Eddie, who Buck has never even heard raise his voice except to call for the puck or to change their positioning on the ice. It’s weird to see him now, so out of control.  “Should have known someone like you would have anger issues,” Deangelo calls as he’s escorted to the box. “Where are you even from, Diaz.” “Don’t,” Buck says quietly when they get into the box. He can taste blood in his mouth and his forehead feels warm and wet, but right now he wants to make sure Eddie doesn’t try to put anyone in the hospital. Not that Deangelo doesn’t deserve it.  “My mom’s Swedish, you can pretend it was that half that kicked your racist ass if that makes you feel better,” Eddie yells to Deangelo over the glass in the penalty box.  Buck can’t help the laugh that leaves him, even as he wipes blood off his face. It wasn’t exactly a bench brawl, but it had been pretty close to one. There are four of them in each penalty box, the most Buck has ever been in with, which is a pretty good indication of the level of tension in the ice. 

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#fic ask game #asked and answered

[gohandinhand]

Top 5 fave fanfics you've ever read

"pls nothing that requires research" -> this lmao. could i help myself anyway? no. i went and retrieved my laptop from the dining room and brought it to bed to start digging into this. me at 10:15pm:

but here’s the deal: there’s no way in hell i can give you my fave fics of ALL time. i’ve been reading fic for many years, some of them on sites that no longer exist. there are several “sorry, this fic has been deleted!” entries in my ao3 bookmarks. a lot of those years were also in the hp fandom, which is not a topic i’m willing to revisit given the situation now, despite the fact that i read many incredible hp fics & crossovers. 

also, my memory is swiss cheese! but i can give you 5 fics that come to mind as ones i’ve revisited time and time again over the years. for many of these, i feel an enduring gratitude for it as a work that introduced me to the author(s) as someone whose writing i want to follow. & some of them became buddies which is! cool! for me. it’s an hour past my bedtime now so here’s what springs to mind:

you’re magic & you’re real by @unicyclehippo and @possibilistfanfiction (who also has a bunch of tumblr ficlets for this au under #gaf au) [the 100, clexa] it’s been 7 years and i still reread it at least annually. the universe, this version of these characters - it is precious to me. tender. 

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess is Mine) by @emilyjunk [pitch perfect, bechloe] angie is going to kill me for this in the morning because she wants it to be forgotten she ever wrote bechloe lmao but! despite that! i still reread this regularly. they’re so dumb and i love them so much. i can’t keep saying ‘tender’ yet that’s how i feel about this one too! 

Something Suspiciously Close to Hope by @hedaswolf [the 100/Stranger Things crossover, clexa] ok, i did watch most of the first season of stranger things before it got too scary for me and never picked it up again. however, the wholesome ache this induces is the right palate cleanser for certain kinds of despair. 

The Key to Byzantium by MarcusRowland [buffy/stargate sg1 crossover] wildcard, stargate was my parents’ fandom when i was a kid lmao. a decade and a half and it’s just a casual thing i want to have fun bopping to every so often! 

the wn fandom has so so so many incredible fics & writers, but the fandom is too new to have any idea yet of what fics will endure for me. but so far show me something of a reckoning by @lucytara [warrior nun, avatrice] is something i have already reread… a ridiculous number of times. some phrases in this are so delicious & sticky for my brain that when i was writing pnw au i actually had to go check to make sure i wasn’t accidentally plagiarizing (and caught it a few times, whoops!)... it's absolutely incredible. have a good feeling about the staying power on this one.

#i worked on this list for two hours and blew my bedtime lmaoooooo #but i'm staying up late rereading things out of my bookmarks this is so fun 🥹 #so thank you this was a great ride! now i will have to answer everything else in the morning lol #asked #ask game

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by Snegurochka

Another rare pair champion, Snegurochka might not be active anymore but her amazing and varied catalogue keeps on giving. I always find her writing gripping, sexy and fresh with a perfect amount of heart wrenching angst and unapologetic dirtyhot sex, my fave! If you’re a smut fan like me, believe me when I say this author should definitely be on your radar. Her main ship is Remus/Severus but her extensive collection of rare pairs include het couples, lots of cross gen and some niche ships I had never considered before. I especially recommend her work if you’re into Remus, Sirius, Teddy, Charlie or Bill (I mean, who isn’t??? 🔥) pls go ahead for delicious permutations between them including age gap and incest goodness. I also really enjoy her occasional het content, thanks to it Harry/Pansy got a special spot in my heart. Here’s just a small sample of her amazing talent, but I’m sure you’ll go to her AO3 for more :)

Drarry

The Den of So-Called Iniquity (2010, E, 4k) - it’s about the yearning!! Fuck buddies, drug use, mutual pining, second person POV, open ending

Potter is watching you, as usual, his fingers tight around his glass. You know what will happen if you swallow that potion in such close proximity to Potter – the same thing that has happened every time you've done it so far.

The Placebo Sequence (2011, E, 7k) - psycho!Harry! Dark and sexy, ambiguous narrative, open ending. Cw: infidelity (Hinny)

Harry Potter has only ever had two goals in life: to defeat Voldemort and to bring his followers to justice. One, he's done. The other is in progress. It should be simple, except there's one former Death Eater who doesn't meet the right criteria.

(Ninth Rehearsal for) The Main Event (2010, E, 9k) - scorching hot BDSM with sub!Harry, bondage and consent issues. Masterfully written!

The first invitation Draco received to exact revenge on Harry Potter was a thrill. The second, he'd only considered to be an unexpected bonus. By the third, the chance for a repeat performance of Potter on his knees, bound and gasping, was one that Draco couldn't turn down. This is the ninth time.

Interoffice Communication (2011, E, 10k) - deliciously funny and hot af, love this concept, development and characterization. A+!

Draco has convinced the Auror department to test his new messaging charm for secure communications. Harry really would have preferred that he not find out through messages like, 'Yeah, tonight you're going to beg me for it,' that the system wasn't as secure as they thought.

Humbug (A Christmas Tale) (2012, E, 29k) - a Christmas classic, I reread this one all the time! Fwb to lovers, perfect levels of angst, sinfully hot smut 🔥

Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

Rare pairs

Getting Hard (2010, E, 3k) - one of my favorite Harry/Scorpius PWPs, hot af and a really sexy take on age gap established relationships 🔥

Scorpius always preferred to do it now, now, and then maybe again in twenty minutes, but Harry took forever. Slowly, though, Scorpius is beginning to see the appeal of being patient.

Fade In (Let Me) (2011, E, 7.6k) - the only Hermione/Harry/Pansy fic I’ve ever read, this is so hot and complicated I can’t resist!

Until the night Hermione walked in on them together, Harry and Pansy didn't know what they were missing.

Drawn Down to Life (2010, E, 9k) - very emotional and well written Draco/Snape short, feels everywhere!

The first time they kiss, Draco is twenty-six years old, and Severus looks the same as the day he died.

The Werewolf Handbook, Page 147 (2009, E, 20k) - Teddy/Bill slooow burn with lots of UST and fun werewolf lore plus, some family drama and heartbreaking Charlie/Remus (past). A perfect Snegurochka fic, scorching hot and complicated - my kind of cross gen!

Everyone knows that when a person with any werewolf blood reaches 21, untamed sexual urges will manifest themselves and require an outlet. It's a fact. No question about it. The Werewolf Handbook says so, right there on page 147.

The Sketchbook (2009, E, 30k) - breathtaking Sirius/Teddy with past Sirius/Remus and past unrequited Sirius/Harry 🥺 gorgeous, melancholic, heart wrenching.

Sketching portraits of Sirius Black had been Teddy's way of avoiding life in the present for years. He never expected one of them would come to life, but then, he might have known that interacting with any kind of magical parchment invented by a Marauder would only open up one epic can of worms.

#hidden gems #day 31

[tears0fsatan]

; 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 & 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

˖˚ ͙✩ current request status: closed ! ✩ ͙˚˖

𐐪𐐩 thirsts are always welcomed ! ഒ

🛒﹒basic info﹕ᶻz﹒★

## multifandom;; obey me, genshin impact, twisted wonderland, haikyuu, shouma toriashi, gokurakugai, jjk, miguel o'hara, will add more++

　　　    　 ; genshin impact 一 aether, albedo, baizhu, eula, gorou, jean, itto, kazuha, kaeya, ningguang, pantalone (regrator), rosaria, tartaglia, thoma, xiao, yae miko, zhongli only

　　　    　 ; twisted wonderland 一 trey, cater, leona, vil, idia, malleus, lillia only

　　　    　 ; haikyuu 一 kuroo, kenma, ushijima, oikawa, daichi, sugawara, bokuto, akaashi, ukai, terushima, semi only

　　　    　 ; jjk 一 everyone except the students and mahito (he musty) &lt;3

🗑️ … ♥︎ ?! general. 🗯️ ^..^ ★☆

　　𖤐 reminder that i'm simply a twenty year old idiot that runs this blog on the side for funsies, i'm not as active as when i first started and am under no obligation to complete every last request (though i most likely will since i like you lot ^_- ☆)

　　𖤐 i only write gn & male reader, please do not ask for fem reader / reader with she / her pronouns. [i do not consider afab enby / trans m readers as fem!readers].

　　𖤐 my writing style has evolved to one that relies on descriptiveness and analogies, if thats not what you're into then beat it buddy

　　𖤐 second person pov

　　𖤐 loveee love love poly

　　𖤐 i do NOT age up characters, regardless of the context. (eg. watching character grow up, what character would be like when they're older, etc)

　　𖤐 pls no parental fic reqs ,, i fucking hate children

　　𖤐 details details detailss, the more details the more i can get done and the better the end result

　　𖤐 absolutely adore gore and cannibalism as a metaphor for adoration, obsession and devotion (please im begging i love it so much please request it please please plea

　　𖤐 proshippers, terfs / radfems, fujoshis / fudanshis will be blocked.

♡ * ₊˚ nsfw !! . . 🧷 ¥0,00

　　𖤐 fem reader requests will be ignored.

　　𖤐 im more comfortable writing dom!reader from readers perspective but im more than okay receiving reqs for sub!reader / dom!reader but from the boys view.

　　𖤐 no !! minors !! if you are a minor or an ageless blog i will block you.

　　𖤐 genitalia will either be vague or a penis dawg idk what to tell u as a male / gn blog

　　𖤐 i'm fine with writing genderbent characters! just no fem reader!

　　𖤐 i love writing about women this is more than an open invitation to request fics about female characters i love them so much

　　𖤐 if there is a specific kink you would like to request, please mention so. if there is a kink from the list i have on my dni / byf that you would NOT like included, please mention so.

　　𖤐 to add; if theres a kink i'm uncomfortable with but i like the general prompt, i won't include the kink lolz

#🧺 ﹏ absolutely not ・・★

　　𖤐 scat & piss play

　　𖤐 vore / feederism

　　𖤐 bestiality

　　𖤐 non con

　　𖤐 incest / stepcest

　　𖤐 age play :gags:

　　𖤐 slave / owner typa dynamic

　　𖤐 pregnancy

　　𖤐 BREEDING omg i can't

　　𖤐 omegaverse lol

　　𖤐 extreme yandere stuff?

respect my boundaries and be kind or don't interact.

#obey me #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #tartaglia x reader #kaeya x reader #gn reader #male reader #loid forger x reader #howl x reader

[911-on-abc]

Get 2 know me <3

I feel like I’ve been tagged in a million of these I haven’t been able to keep track so I’m so sorry that I’m not going to tag anyone cause I don’t know who has already done it or not 😭😭🫣 however I'm using @thewolvesof1998's list which is kind of like a combo of what’s been going around (and it was in my drafts lol)

Last song: According to Spotify is was “One More Heartache” by Marvin Gaye

Favourite color: Green 

Currently watching: I'm literally watching 911 right now

Last movie: Can't remember, but it was probably Mad Max: Fury Road which is one of my top three favorite movies and tbh a perfect film I will not hear any criticism!!

Sweet/spicy/savoury: SOUR!!!!!

Relationship status: Single :(

Current obsession: 911, Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz, Pitch (TV Show), my dog, myself, my water policy class, merge mansion (look, the ads got to me okay?), that one dark!buddie fic

Last thing you googled: swat deployment data Los Angeles (long story) (uhh that is what I had in the drafts version of this but as of this version it was ‘American pie song’ bc I didn’t know who sang it spoiler: it was Don McLean)

nicknames: Sarah, Sar, Dashes

zodiac: Respectfully, I don't believe in that shit

height: 5'3

favorite music: I will listen to every genre, no joke, but rn it's been punk rock (I'm talking that OG shit like if they never played at CBGB or one of the Fillmore's, then they don't count!!), Bluegrass, Blues, whatever fucking genre the Talking Heads are. Beyoncé’s renaissance album. stopping here but pls send me asks about music I will talk forever about music I swear to god!!!!!

followers: 141?? she's so baby

following: 42 (this is a sideblog so I don't really know who I am mutuals with but if you have tagged/interacted with me then I probably follow you!!!!)

do you get asks: Yes??? I don't really get what this question means lmao, but please send me asks! Don’t feel nervous about coming off weird! I’m also super open to receiving DMs because I love talking to people!!!

amount of sleep: 6? 7? 5? idk I take ADHD meds

what are you wearing: a large t-shirt that I thrifted and pajama shorts (okay that was my first draft answer, I’m now wearing baggy jeans and a big ass t-shirt)

dream job: Policy analyst for the government. Pensions are SO sexy!!!!!!!!!! but being a screenwriter or lottery winner would be cool

languages: English, some spanglish

random fact: I have sectoral heterochromia

aesthetic: I'm a tiny shirt big pants kind of girl. However, I do want to dress more western but in a cowgirl meets street fashion short of way

currently reading: My textbooks 😭

Feel free to steal this if you want to do it! And thanks for reading <3

#not 911 #my post #I’m so serious you are always welcome to send me DMs #I’m lowkey an extrovert I love talking to people! #however I don’t do discord cause I always forget that I have one… #but yeah #talk to me!!!

[laeana]

Just finished S2 of Tiger and Bunny and…

During the whole final fight I was like can anyone just catch Gregory and so something about him pls, like the guy was just chilling in his robot(?) watching the fight for the whole time … and many things about him, including the way he made his power work got me 🫣

That love hate relationship I have with Thomas! Like I still found Subaru sometimes too good for him/too kind like … always trying to get along with him, even finding his sister and the guy decides to leave AND DONT EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO HIM? Luckily he did come back to fight by his side and they finally manage to work together, but urgh they really came a long way! The ending makes me want to imagine Subaru cooking lasagnas for Thomas now…

I still don’t get the necessity to kill Yuri or like it seems so ? I mean I’m not an expert but the wound he had seemed pretty serious, he threw himself off a tower and he set fire to himself … then again we didn’t see his impact in the water, but I would guess so, that seems like the end for him :/ I felt like he was a good antagonist, haunted by his past and convinced to do what was right, and we had a bit of ‘redemption’ for him so why kill him right after?

The entire buddies relationship Lara/Pao-Lin, Nathan/Keith, Ivan/Antonio, Ryan/Karina are all soooooo … tbh I’m ending up shipping them more than reasonably I think. The whole perfect duo, running together, dogs dad/mom, caring for each other of Nathan and Keith just show how they get along well, which makes me root for them even if they’re not my favorite. Lara/Pao-Lin are just adorable and defending each other above all, the whole mentorship-friendship is cute. Ryan/Karina are so conflictual at least at first but they’re getting along more and more and even getting close at some point and confiding in each other, there’s always this teasing tone between them that is nice to see. Ivan/Antonin are also kind of unlikely but it’s crazy to see them getting along well too, even drinking together!

The Ouroboros whole being behind that affair shows sign how it’s going to be the main antagonist in the end - at least their actions until then seems to show it. They have people everywhere and seems to be ready to act anyhow, but even as for now we only got a rough picture of what they want/who they are, and most of the people we got to know coming from them didn’t last, though they’re the only clue to find the link to the association. That still seems a bit vague and I guess there’s more to be seen but the problem is that …

We have a Tiger that doesn’t have powers anymore. To be honest, I felt it coming but urgh I still don’t like it. It was something that could be guessed since they prepared us for that in the long time, showing his powers decreasing but now that’s it, Kotetsu is no longer a next. It feels weird and it makes me wonder, the anime is Tiger and Bunny and we haven’t had the whole truth and dismantlement about Ouroboros, will we have it one day ?

(though, tbh, when he said he didn’t have powers so he would retire, I almost screamed, wait a sec! Batman exists yknow ! You could be a kind of Batman! Pls don’t leave me and don’t leave Barnaby- ahem)

But anyway, that last scene was heartbreaking. With the reminder of their beginnings. Barnaby crying. Kotetsu crying. That was terrible. Although predictable, I didn’t want the end to come like this, what a way to end the season, honestly it made me feel unwell. I have adored in an unexpected way Tiger and Bunny in their season 1 and seeing them return for a season 2 was lovely, but urgh I feel shared because of the ending and the mysteries.

Still got me some fics idea, that may or may not exist one day;

Thomas/Subaru (mostly inspiration by Thomas wanting to leave the town with his sister) : something along the lines Thomas isn’t around and Subaru gets hurt rather badly. Submerged with guilt, Thomas realized he shouldn’t have pushed Subaru away that much and that maybe one of the reason he did so was that he felt something he never did before … something akin to love..?

Kotetsu/Barnaby : An OC fic about a girl with time powers. Maybe a link with Ouroboros could be made, because no way they would let such a great power on its own. Kotetsu happens to see her in distress, most likely chased by bad guys, and helps her. She offers to give him back his powers as a gift, and Kotetsu has to contemplate whether he wants to live that life again or not, and all that it entails, while Ouroboros starts to move again and may try to target people that are precious to him…

Ivan/Antonio fic (mostly inspiration from that moment where Ivan screams he can’t die yet, he has to give him his gift for his birthday and Antonin says it’s for Agnes) : heartbroken Ivan that yet still cheers and roots for Antonio to confess, seeks some comfort from his friend Edward. However as he gets drunk with Antonio, he accidentally reveals him that ‘he can’t think of him only as a friend, especially someone who helped him and comforted him so much’. As Ivan’s birthday gets closer, he doesn’t know his words made Antonio reflect a lot and his present may be more surprising than he thinks…

#tiger and bunny #fic inspo #thoughts #season 2 #tiger and bunny 2 #review