#angelina jolie x fem!reader

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just started an angelina jolie fic on wattpad if u wanna read it

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Did she ever loved me?

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Angelina Jolie x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ you couldn't take it anymore that angelina kept you secret from her family after her divorce that's why you had finally made a decision for the both of you.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ angst, mention of harassment

an: I know I said I'll be taking a break but I still can't stop myself from writing but I'm currently feeling better.

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„ seriously angelina you're always not showing up to our dates!” you yelled sternly at the tall woman infront of you and she furrowed her brows.

„ you know my job and my kids are important to me y/n so yes I have to not be there!” she scoff at you so you did the same thing as her but with pure anger.

You've both been always fight like this after angelina's divorce with brad when you both had started dating angelina told you to keep you're relationship for the sake of her and her kids you first understoodly her it must've have been hard for the kids to be apart with their father so you agreed on it.

Months went by until things changed whenever you both had a pleasure in her house she would immediately told you to leave because her kids might see you but you told her that she should told you about her kids she would make a short sorry and some excuse that you almost hated about her.

You can't keep this anymore you thought if she ever love me then why do we have to secret ourselves? Does she even love me?

„ Angie I understand that you but when will you tell them though? I mean we've been dating for 5 months then you would just either call me to come over to your house to have sex or you would pull me away or you just got drunk and take me with you where you would just fuck me there and there and after that you would just throw me out. We don't even go into dates anymore because again you wouldn't want people knowing about us.....I feel just like a fuck toy angie!....a booty call for you.” you finally confessed to her and you let out a tear fall down you're cheeks as she stare at you blankly you thought there was never love in her eyes.

Angelina sigh at herself the putting her hands to her hair before looking at you while you crossed your arms.

„ look babe I know but I'll tell them soon ok?, I promise.” you shook your head disagreed at her promising.

Now you carefully stare at her calmly before letting out a breath.

„ no angie don't make a promise to me anymore.” she thought for a moment before giving you a nod she walk into you as you tried to avoid her eyes because if you did you would broke.

„ I'll be back if these finally calmed.” she kissed your forehead before leaving you onto your bed.

You finally let out a cry this is so hard that you couldn't take it anymore you didn't even know if you both are dating or just friends with benefits it's like a game that never ends she would tell you that she was going to tell the others soon but it will never happen because you couldn't even feel it.

As you finally have relax yourself from the breaking heart of yours you made your way to your bed you could feel your own eyes being red and puffy as you sat down to the other side of your bed you're eyes began to blurry again you gave the air a shaky sigh and brushing your own tears with your hands.

Before you could lied down your phone ring meaning someone had texted you but you just stare at you phone for awhile you were thinking if it was angelina you let out a shaky breath before picking up your phone from the nightstand.

You saw it was a very close friend of yours before you could reply to his text you immediately got a little bit of a shock.

Brian✨

Hey y/n/n how are you?

You know I just got invited to a party and I was hoping if you would like to get drinks🥂?

You

I don't bry I don't think I'm feeling good today.

Brian✨

Why are you hurt? Are you sick? Do you want me to come over to your house?

You smile at his worries for you but you thought that you might indeed need a drink.

You

No I'm alright ty for the worries tho but you know I should come over to.

Brian✨

Oh ok then I'll pick you up then so expect some handsome guy over at your doorstep😉.

You

Ok old man, will do!

After your texting with Brian you finally close your phone feeling a little bit better you made your way to your closet and choose a casual dress.

You and Brian had met in highschool he was smart and you were athletic one he was the class president of your classroom and at that time you would play volleyball with your teammates what you didn't know that Brian has been eyes for you for many years.

You both would always talk at some point you were the first one who talk to him you both had a lot of common things but when you had turn into college he told you that his parents wants him to study him abroad to be honest you were upset that your friend needs to go but you told him it was fine and that you should see each other in the future he totally agreed on you.

Many years went by after you finally graduated you start to work your butt for long hours your dream was to be a lawyer to right the law at some point when you met one of your new workers back then you were shock to see who it was, It was Brian. Alot of things changed about him his taller now and not wearing a glasses anymore which made him more handsome.

After you had finally encountered him again you both stay connect to each other he was the first one to ask your number you friendly gave him to it his attitude change also too.

Now you're here sitting alone waiting for Brian to come up with a drinks in his hands let's say that you had drank alot of alcohol that had maybe made you a little bit tipsy.

You let out a hiccup as you look around you this is what you need for now no Angelina jolie, no arguments just this, drink.

As you continued to hiccup you felt a rough hand through your waist you slowly turn to who it was, some weirdo old drunk man trying again to flirt on you but you immediately took his hand off from you're waist and before you could stand up he holds your wrist roughly that could leave a bruise.

„ hey pretty why don't we and you're perfect body of yours enjoy? Wouldn't you like that?” you tried to push him away but his hand was stopping you from doing it.

You might have drank a lot but that could never make you drunk enough.

„ fuck off you old shit and get the fucking hell off me!” you hissed at the pain his giving you before you could let go you felt a hard smack across your cheeks that made you fell from the couch.

„ you need to learn some respect beautiful you don't want me to fucking hurt you!” your hand made their way to your cheek that has been slap.

He was about to hit you again but soonly got punch across the face from someone the man stumble and fell from the ground and a mess in the table which you didn't even care at this point but you were thankfull to whoever it was.

You slowly look up to see Brian with pure anger on his eyes his wrist began to became red at the same time he gave the old man a stern look as he was about to get up the securities were here.

All you could hear is the old man yelling to the both of you brian cupped you're cheeks making you to look at him and that's when you saw some sparkling in his eyes.

He gave you his handkerchief and you excuse yourself at the restroom he even ask he he should go with you you just refuse him and immediately running off to the restroom.

You lock the door and you turn to water you put the both of your hands in the sides of the sink you look at yourself in the mirror with shame, disgust and regret.

You heard your name being called outside it was Brian checking for you if you were ok as you got out from the room and nodding at him you were still holding his handkerchief tightly he took your hands to him and rub it gently.

„ hey don't worry everything is going to be ok alright good thing is that the securities believe me that that man had tried to harass you they immediately threw him out, I'm so sorry if I wasn't there early I could have protect you.” he calmly said you stare at him before giving him a sad smile.

„ it's fine really I guess today is just really bad day for me.” you both finally sat down at the couch but not the same place where the mess happened.

You look down at you're fingers fidgeting it as Brian was about to take a drink but soon stop himself he could see you, he was hurt that these happened because of him all he wanted for the both of you is to enjoy and finally tell you something very important.

„ Did you broke up?” he slowly said as you put your head on his shoulder and shaking your head.

„ I don't know bry, it's been hard for me it really has for the both of us... I don't even know if she ever loved me..I don't know if I should break up with her it's just been hard for the both of us.” you look at nothing while Brian look at you worriedly.

He already had known that you and angelina had been dating for months but he promised that we would never ever told anyone about your relationship it was still a good thing because even how bad your relationship is Brian kept his promise, and you were glad he did.

„ look y/n/n, love is never kind; love is confusion and pain and abandonment. It's every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by. And yes, it can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love— it will remind you what it's like to be a human.” he gently rubs your scalp as you tried to observe his words.

Until it hit you, you finally had a choice that should have been chosen for the past months.

Brian took you to your home he ask is you ever wanted for him to stay so he could take care of you but you just happily refused him and after you said your goodbyes you didn't expect for you to find out that angelina is sitting on your couch with jealousy and some...shame in her eyes?

She slowly look up to who it was, you were finally home she waited for you for many hours she even thought that you had left the house and currently staying at a friend's house.

„ you're finally home I've been waiting for you.....so who was it that dropped you off?” you avoid her eyes onto but you could feel her eyes are burning through your back you could feel it.

„ just a close friend of mine nothing more.” she hummed in response she know you had gotten into a party but she at least you were out with your friends that she know but that guy who just dropped you off she has never seen him in her entire life.

Angelina tried to stopped herself from asking more knowing that it could lead to a huge argument again.

Now you turn your head towards and meeting her beautiful eyes you could finally look at her with a blankly expression.

When she felt that this tension is familiar she couldn't help but stare at you nervously.

„ you're breaking up with me aren't you?” you smile at her bitterly and nodding at her direction.

„ I guess this is it. I'm really so so sorry y/n for how I treated you— you definitely deserve so much better and I'm so sorry that I didn't gave you that a partner should does... I'm sorry that I made you think that you're just a booty call. But I just want for us to remain friends.”

„ Angelina I've always known that you're kids and you're career is important for you but I glad that we both learned our lesson and I don't think there's anything I need to forgive you for Angie, I understand that you're still going through impossible with your divorce so I respect your decision and I'd still love to still be a friend of yours.”

Finally the big boat from your chest has finally sink you don't feel anymore unless some ease and peace.

You both gave each other a sad smile and Angelina pulled you onto her arms and you both hug each other before saying you're final goodbyes.

Years went by and it's been 3 years later when Angelina is currently sitting in the church watching you from the distance finally getting married to Brian finally who made you realized what truly love is and that made her realized of how much of a mistake by letting you go.

But inside of her was happy for you but in her heart she would have a special place for you.

an: thena hc is currently on a process!

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A mini heart attack: sponsored by YN and Cillian

(Cillian murphy x driver! Fem reader)

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Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller X Fem!reader

Peppers

🎵Hands on your knees I’m Angelina Jolie🎵

Short blurb/imagine on giving Joel head <3

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Joel sat on the couch after a long day of work, groaning and stretching his sore muscles. He grabbed the remote and turned the Television on, laying back, sighing. He heard you open the fridge and walk your way over to him,

“Long day at work?” You asked, handing him a beer. He tiredly raised an eyebrow at you and accepted it with a smile,

“Yeah, thanks, baby. The guy kept remaking Tommy and I redo everything. So fucking indecisive” He rubbed his forehead and let out another sigh,

“What a dick. Sorry that happened” He raised his arm up, inviting you to lay against his side. Your curled up against him,

“Sarah asleep?” You hummed and focused your eyes on the sitcom on the T.V,

“Yep. Poor girl was exhausted from her exam today” Joel took a sip of his beer and swallowed it down,

“My baby girl is smart. Don’t know why she puts so much stress on herself” You agreed with him and rubbed his thigh,

“Think I’m gonna take her out tomorrow for a girls day, buy her an outfit or a little something. Help her cleanse the exhaustion away” You said, now looking up at him. His face was illuminated by the T.V screen, which was the only light in the living room. He smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Joel always appreciated how much you cared for his daughter,

“Let me know what time you both are gonna leave. I’ll drive y’all to the mall” He looked back to the screen. You nodded and continued staring at him.

You knew how tired and sore he was, but he just looks so fucking hot right now. The beer in his big hand, his strong arm wrapped around your shoulder making you feel small. His legs manspreaded, you want your man so bad right now,

“Your staring, sweetheart” He was still looking at the television with a grin on his face. You blushed and rubbed your face into his shoulder,

“You just look good” He chuckled and rubbed your arm,

“Flattered” You bit your lip and rubbed higher up his thigh,

“I want you” you shyly said. Joel smirked and kept his eyes on the sitcom that was playing,

“Then do somethin’ bout it, baby” You giggled and slid out from underneath his arm, making your way to your knees on the carpeted floor in front of him. Joel looked down at you and continued nonchalantly sipping his beer. Your hands slowly came to the belt of his jeans and unbuckled them.

Joel’s breath slightly hitched. He lifted his hips so you could slide his jeans and boxers to his mid thigh. He was already hard, for you. He cleared his throat and kept his eyes remained on the T.V, his beer still in his hand.

You sucked slowly on his tip, your hand wrapping around the rest of his dick. Joel breathed hard and clenched his jaw, hand gripping the bottle so tight it could almost shatter in his hand. You swirled your tongue around and looked up at him, your thighs beginning to clench together at the sight of him sipping his beer and staring ahead like it was nothing.

You slowly started suck more of his length into your mouth, breathing through your nose, trying to find yourself a comfortable rhythm.

Joel looked down at you and grunted, his hips slightly bucking up,

“F-Fuck, sweetheart” His free hand came to your hair, twirling it around his finger. You started to bob your head up and down, finally finding your rhythm. He threw his head back and closed his eyes,

“God damn” You picked up your pace and placed your hands on his knees, occasionally digging your nails into them. Joel mumbled out curses under his breath, already feeling himself embarrassingly close to coming.

You took one of your hands off his knees and ran it down your body to in between your thighs, shoving it into your loose pyjama shorts. You rubbed your clit eagerly, the friction causing you to moan around his dick. Joel whimpered and raised his head from the couch headrest to look down at you. He almost came at the sigh of you,

“You touching yourself, baby? Yeah? You like sucking me off, huh?” You moaned louder against his dick, the vibrations causing Joel to pull on your hair harder,

“Sh-Shit!” His stomach caved in and his thighs trembled. You were so good at this.

Your wrist that was furiously rubbing at your throbbing clit became sore. You began grinding against his shin, and that had sent Joel off,

“F-Fuck, shit, y-yes!” His orgasm hit him so hard that he swore he heard the beer bottle in his hand crack from squeezing so much.

You pulled your mouth off of him and took a deep breath. You wiped your mouth and looked up at him,

“Was that good?” You asked, your hands still on his knees. He shook his head and placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you up to his lips in a hot kiss. Pulling away, he placed the beer on the coffee table and placed both hands on the back of your head,

“So good, baby. My good girl” His hands started to play your hair, his fingers braiding it lazily. He let go of you after a couple of minutes and laid his back against the couch and patted his thigh,

“Come ride my thigh, sweetheart. Not gonna leave my girl hanging”

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ok this is kinda specific but can I request a julien fic where she's not sure if the reader is into girls and they're all out and a random guy hits on the reader and jb pretends to be her gf to get the reader away from him. and the reader plays along and kisses jb so she gets her confirmation and then they just confess their feelings ugh 🥰🥰🥰

i love this request!!! sorry it took me sooo long my loves, i've been absolutely overwhelmed with everything recently, but this one has been in the works for a bit and i'm so excited to get it out!!

My Type-Julien Baker x Reader

julien baker x fem!reader, sorta angsty? but happy ending (of course!) not proofread so i'm so sorry in advance, but i wanted to get something out tonight!

word count: 2727 💗

“When do you want me to pick you up?” Julien asks, her voice coming from the phone propped up on the coffee table. You’re sitting on the couch painting your nails while she watches through the screen, her face close to the camera on the facetime call.

“Umm, what time did Phoebe want to meet us there?” you ask, carefully applying a second coat. 

“I think sometime around 9?” Julien says, smiling at the sight of you, deeply concentrated on your manicure. 

“Okay” you say, capping the bottle and blowing on your freshly painted nails. “Do you wanna come over and get ready with me before we leave?”. Julien nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that sounds fun. When should I come over?” she asks, getting even closer to the screen. You pick up the phone, careful not to smudge your nails, and laugh at Julien’s expression, her face giant on the screen. “Oh, I don't care, maybe around 7? I can order a pizza or something?”

“Sounds good princess” she nods. “I’ll see you then. You smile and blow her a kiss before hanging up the phone and grabbing a bottle of clear nail polish to go over the red painted onto your nails with a smile.

Julien, however, is much less relaxed. As soon as you hang up the phone, she lets out a huge sigh and immediately calls Phoebe and Lucy to vent.

“Guys, I’m literally going over to her house to get ready with her, which really means watching her get ready, and I don’t know if I can take it.” she says dramatically. “She’s just so gorgeous and smart and funny and cute but I don’t even know if she’s into girls and I feel like I’m going to fuck up and make things SO awkward and if I ruin our friendship I don’t know what I’ll do and I just-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there” Phoebe cuts her off. “First off, that girl is definitely not straight.”

“Oh one hundred percent,” Lucy chimes in. “Remember when she was auxing when we were at the beach and she played girl in red? And when she and I talked for like an hour about Portrait of a Lady on Fire?”

“Yeah, or when all of us were like, collectively drooling over that Angelina Jolie movie? Honestly, shoot your shot JB.” Phoebe encourages, Lucy nodding along.

“I don’t know guys, I really don’t want to fuck up our relationship. I mean, other than you guys, she’s my best friend in the entire world. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Julien, even if she was straight, which for the record she’s definitely not, she would never, ever hold your feelings against you.” Lucy tells her seriously, Phoebe agreeing with her. 

“I guess so.” Julien tells them. “Alright, I love you both, I’ll see you at the bar tonight.” Julien waves to the pair before hanging up, dropping her phone onto the table, and dropping her face into her hands.

When you answer the door you’re fresh out of the shower, fresh faced with wet hair, wearing an oversized Green Day shirt, and tiny shorts, and Julien feels like she’s about to have a heart attack.

“Hey, you” you say, giving her a tight hug before opening the door further and letting her inside. “I just called, pizza should be on its way soon!” Julien can hear music playing faintly from your bathroom, and is acutely aware of the smell of your body wash and the fact that you are wearing very little clothing.

“Yeah, sounds good.” she says, walking inside and taking her shoes off, before following you into the bathroom where your makeup and hair products are spread out over the counter. She sits on top of the toilet and watches you dry your hair while you tell her about your day and the drama between some of your friends, looking at you like you hung the moon. Satisfied with your hair, you drag her into your bedroom and sit her down on the bed, pulling different hangers out of the closet.

“Okay, so I have this dress I thrifted,” you tell her, holding up a short, black dress. “It has this really cool neckline, and I was thinking I could do my layer necklaces and those black heels?” You show her another hanger. “I have this skirt too, though, and I thought I could wear it with that red top and my leather jacket? And my boots?” Julien stares at you blankly, but really she’s just picturing you in the clothes you’re holding up and trying so hard to keep her cool. You gently wave your fingers at her. “Hey, earth to JB, you okay over there?” 

She starts, and stares at you for a second, blushing wildly. “Oh, um, I don’t, I mean, I think they would both look good.” she stutters, glancing down at her tattooed hands which are fidgeting in her lap. You roll your eyes playfully, laughing gently at her words.

“But which one would look better?” you ask, waving both of the hangers in her direction. “I was kinda leaning towards the dress, especially cause then I would match your shirt,  but I really wanted your input!” Julien flushes again at your words, before nodding her head in agreement. 

“I um, I think the dress would look really gorgeous on you.” she manages, and you beam at your words, heading into the bathroom to change and leaving Julien a flustered mess on the edge of your bed. Reminding herself of Lucy and Phoebe’s encouragements, she tells herself to get a grip and get over herself, taking several deep breaths as she waits for you to come back.

When you return, fully dressed and putting on your jewelry, Julien swears she can feel her heart stop. You pause, slightly self conscious under her gaze, and cast your eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “What, um, what do you think?” you ask her, slowly meeting her eyes with your own.

“I think you look stunning” she tells you, voice full of sincerity. “I mean, shit, you’re easily one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.”

You flush at her words, and smile at her before grabbing your jacket and sitting down beside her to put on your shoes. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen too, JB.” you tell her, and miss the way her face burns at your words. “Ready to go?” you ask her, straightening up and grabbing her hand, pulling her into the living room as she nods. “You sure you’re okay with driving?” you ask her, grabbing your keys and phone while she ties her shoes.

“Of course I am,” she reassures you. “You just focus on having fun tonight, okay?” You grin at her, and the two of you chat about the night ahead all the way down to her truck, where she holds the door open for you before climbing inside herself. As soon as the car starts, she hands you her phone, and you pull up the playlist she had made for the both of you, singing along to the music the whole way to the bar. Julien has her hand resting on your knee as you speed through traffic, and you have your window down, the cold, nighttime air rushing through your hair.

Once the truck pulls into a parking space outside the bar and Julien opens your door, grabbing your hand and leading you into the bar, things start to speed up. Once the two of you find Lucy and Phoebe, making your way over to the booth they had claimed and greeting them with tight hugs and cheek kisses, Julien offers to get the three of you drinks, and after she leaves, Phoebe pulls you onto the dance floor. You throw your arms around Phoebe’s neck and she guides your hips to the music, the two of you a giggling, sweaty mess under the flashing lights and blasting speakers of the club. After Julien returns with your drinks, you pull Phoebe towards the table and slide into the booth, leaning up against Julien who lays an arm across your shoulders as you sip your drink.

“Having fun out there?” she asks, her face extremely close to yours in order to be heard over the music and chatter of the club. You nod, grinning, and gesture towards Phoebe

“She’s taking charge,” you say, laughing. “I’m just along for the ride.” Phoebe winks at you, pulling you into her side and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and laugh. Lucy laughs loudly at the pout on Julien’s face at the loss of contact between the two of you, and Julien rolls her eyes, before quickly excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, Julien splashes water on her face, exhaling deeply and trying to talk herself up. The images of you dancing with Phoebe, the ones of you getting ready earlier, and every single second you had spent with her played in her head as she spiraled into a haze of overthinking and self-doubt. How could someone like you ever fall for someone like her, she wonders, but before she can get too deep into her own head, Lucy barges into the bathroom. Seeing the questioning look on Julien's face, Lucy cuts her off before she can ask:

“I know you too well, JB. I know you’re in here overthinking, but you need to be out there making a move.” Julien tries to protest, but before she can even get the words out Lucy cuts her off again, holding out a hand. “Don’t even try to give me any of that ‘she’s so out of my league’ bullshit either Julien, you two are made for each other and you know it. Now snap out of it and get your ass out there. Go get your girl!”

Julien grins ruefully at Lucy, thanking her for the pep talk before heading out of the bathroom to find you.

Meanwhile, you had wandered over the bar to get another drink for you and Phoebe. Julien was acting weird, barely making eye contact with you ever since you two had arrived, and you were stuck wondering if you had done anything wrong. When she had left the table, you had wanted to go after her, but Lucy insisted that you should stay, that she would go check on Julien. Phoebe had encouraged you to get another drink, so you were sitting in front of the crowded bar while the drastically overworked bartender made his rounds. You were so absorbed in what was happening with Julien you didn’t notice the guy next to you that had been ogling you from the second you sat down, until he opened his mouth.

“Hey you, come here often?” he asked, and you cringed internally, before tuning to find the man. He wasn’t unattractive, but his sleazy pick up line coupled with the stench of alcohol on him and the fact that he was way too close to you turned you off completely to the man. Well that, plus the fact that you already knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t him.

“Um, not really.” You said politely, before attempting to turn back around. The man’s hand on your shoulder prevented you from doing so, though, and you felt panic rising up within you. You tuned out whatever he was saying, searching frantically for Lucy, for Phoebe or Julien behind him, but with no luck.

“Like I was saying,” the man continued. “A pretty girl like you really shouldn’t be here all alone. Let me buy you a drink, then maybe we can keep getting to know each other at my place.” 

You felt fear closing over you, your friends were nowhere to be seen and this guy was relentless. “No, really, I’m not interested.” you told him as calmly as you could.

“Why not?” he asked, grinning horribly at you.

“I’m not available.” you hear yourself say, to which the man scoffs.

“That’s what they all say, but I don’t see anyone here for you-” but the man is cut off by a firm hand sliding around your waist. 

“Sorry about that, baby.” Julien says, pulling you protectively into her. “Line for the bathroom was crazy long. Who’s this guy?” she asks, pointing to the man whose slimy grin had slid right off of his face. Relief rushes through you at the feeling of Julien’s hands on your hips, and you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Don’t worry about it, honey.” you tell her, melting back into her arms. “This is, Matt, was it?” The man scowls.

“Mike, actually.” he responds, gruffly. Julien sticks out her tattooed hand. 

“Mike, hi, I’m Julien. Her girlfriend.” she says gruffly, her voice and hands on you sending a wave of heat through your body. “And you’re obviously making her uncomfortable, so if you could leave, that would be great.”

“No, you know what, we were having a good time before you interrupted.” Mike scowled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m her fucking girlfriend.” Julien snaps at him, before pulling you into a strong kiss. You relax into her, throwing your arms around her neck and she pulls you in by the waist, standing between your legs and tilting your head gently upwards to meet her lips. You kiss her back feverishly, until she abruptly pulls away and steps back. “He, uh, he left.” she tells you, running her hand across her mouth. “Sorry about that.” she mutters, before turning on her heel and running out the door, leaving you sitting at the bar, speechless.

You stare at the spot where she disappeared into the crowd, heading for the door for a moment, before jumping up and stumbling after her. You pass by the booth with Lucy and Phoebe who are sitting, staring at you with smirks on their faces. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lucy asks, smiling gently as you get closer. “Go get your girl.” Phoebe whoops at her words, and you roll your eyes playfully at the two of them, before turning towards the door and hurrying out into the cold air. Once you stumble outside, and walk a couple feet down the sidewalk, you see Julien in the alley, leaned against the bricks with a cigarette in her hand. You walk slowly towards her, watching as she takes shaky drags from the cigarette in her hand.

“Hey, Jules.” You call softly to her when you’re a couple feet away, and she slowly meets your eyes with her own red-rimmed ones. “Why are you crying?”

“Fuck, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, you just looked so uncomfortable and I wanted to make sure you were safe but I wasn’t thinking and-” but you cut her off, surging forwards to kiss her again. Your hands fly into her hair and she drops the cigarette, crushing it under her boot before pulling you in by your hips. She runs her strong hands up your back and bites your bottom lip gently, causing you to moan into her mouth, tugging gently at the roots of her hair. Moments later, you break away, panting, and she rests her forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” you tell her, placing a finger to her lips when she begins to protest. “You did save me, and you showed me that you feel this too.” you gesture between the two of you. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for like, forever!” you tell her breathily, giggling at the incredulous look on her face.

“Me?!” she asks. “I thought I wasn’t your, uh, your type, I guess”

“Well, you thought wrong.” you say, before lacing your fingers with hers, smiling at the beautiful grin that breaks onto her face. “Let’s go tell Lucy and Phoebe good night, and then you can take me home.”

Julien steals one more quick kiss before squeezing your hand gently and pulling you after her back into the bar, laughing as you stumble, and thanking her lucky stars she had been wrong about you.

#julien baker x reader #boygenius #julien baker #honey writes #phoebe bridgers #lucy dacus

[xo-cori]

hi um can i request smthn abt dina crushing readers head with her thighs while they eat her out <3 and reverse cowgirl with her. making her bounce on your lap. UGGGHHHNGH im so down bad for her.

hands on your knees, angelina jolie

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: you’ve become addicted to the feeling of her body beneath yours. more specifically, her unassumingly strong thighs.

warnings: smut (MDNI), reader is definitely a munch 😁

a/n: HEYY i only did the first part bc i’m not exactly comfy writing about straps/any dicklike thing in general BUT I HOPE U LIKE ANYWAYS!!!

Her moans fill the dimly lit room, moonlight creeping in from the window that shines a ghostly light across her tan, freckled skin. It’s the middle of the night and she’s pliant underneath your touch. Her fingers make a mess of your hair, her bare chest rises and falls in rapid motion, and her thighs… well, you’d be content to die this way if she happened to break your jaw.

They clench down around the sides of your face, spasming and shivering. Her wetness soaks your chin and the wrinkled bedsheets below. You’ve been at it for well over an hour, yet have made no attempt to pull away or gasp for air. You simply don’t want to– and even if you did, Dina does too good a job of holding you in place until she’s had enough.

“Jus’ like that,” she purrs, looking down to see the way you’re bent down between her legs, ass up in the heavy air, giving her a proper show. “You’re so good to m-me… fuck!”

Your hands come down to her knees, encouraging her to fully close them behind your head as you hum in agreement. The vibrations cause her to throw her head back against the pillows behind her. Your tongue languidly licks up and down her petal-soft folds, jaw aching so badly you’re sure that it’ll be hard to chew the next day, but it’s all worth it when you feel her thighs tighten around your head once more and nearly pull the hair out of your head. Her back arches off of the bed while you open your clouded eyes to look up at her, watching intently as you lick another gentle orgasm out of her; her third one of the night. You sigh into her contently, scooping up all of her cum with your tongue so that you can savor the taste before she weakly pulls you off of her.

“Come here,” Dina breathes, not entirely sure her body even belongs to her anymore.

You crawl up to straddle her hips, leaning down to kiss her properly– she can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue, and she feels the slick that coats your chin. It takes all of her willpower to not jump your tired bones right then and there. Her arms limply wrap around your neck, all of that strength finally gone now that you’d drained all the energy she had. “Maybe one day you’ll actually crush my head.” You laugh against her lips, making her pull away with a gasp.

“Don’t even joke about that.” She demands, cheeks darkening with an obvious embarrassment.

“I’m not joking. You know how happy I’d be to die between your legs?” You sigh dreamily as you collapse on the bed beside her. Dina covers her eyes with her forearm and huffs.

“I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” she groans, “so I don’t know where I’ll find the strength to do that.”

“Do what? Crush my skull like a watermelon?” You tease, laughing as she playfully smacks your arm. “It’s fine. I’ll just wait ‘til you’re back in one piece, then get back to hoping.”

Dina turns her head to look at you with a suggestive grin. “You know what? That’s awful, but still kinda turning me on.”

“Really?” You quickly prop yourself up on your arm, a hopeful tone in your voice. “We can go again, I just might have to use my fingers ‘cause my jaw is fucking done for–”

She cuts you off by moving to lay on her side and placing her arm around your waist, forcing you back down to lay with her. A soft smile graces her lips when she feels your hand come up to rub the soreness from her lower back. “You really tuckered me out, horn-dog.”

“Tuckered myself out, too. I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” you say before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

For now, all you can do is doze off into a blissfully deep sleep and hope that you remembered to lock the front door.

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #dina woodward #dina the last of us #dina tlou #dina x reader #dina woodward x reader #dina nolastname x reader #dina smut #dina woodward x you #dina woodward smut #dina nolastname

[aeoncss]

hihi! just came across your blog during a fixation trip on mike from fnaf. i love how u write the hcs, it's endearing (i don't make sense rn, sorry). could i request a fluffy with just a hint of nsfw with an olderbf! mike? like the reader is early 20s while he's in mid/late 20s..? the au thingy has me in a chokehold i don't wanna get out of anytime soon.. if you're not comfy, it's alright!

—°^°🍀

and i love her | olderbf!mike x fem!reader

an: anon, i was at work when you sent this and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since. because it also wasn’t specified, i’m using fem!reader for this prompt but i will gladly do a gn!reader version if that’s what you wanted instead <3 thank you so much too!!

cw: nsfw (18+!), hints to a unstable home life, mentions of insecurity.

the two of you first met while working at the local mall. you worked retail in one of the clothing shops mike used to frequent, and soon enough through time, the two of you began having breaks and lunches together. they were short and 9/10 times were always interrupted by somebody needing mike, but the time spent together was enjoyed nonetheless.

mike, honestly, didn’t think much of it until he brought abby over one day on his day off, needing to get her some new clothes for school. he stopped by your shop, saying a quick hello and allowed abby to look around for a minute while you two conversed.

after a bit, abby turned back around and skipped over to her older brother — standing beside him as her eyes glanced up at you from behind the vendor counter.

“are you my brother’s girlfriend?”

the panic that instantly flew into mike’s body left him speechless. wide eyed, lips parted, stuttering so hard he could barely speak. not to mention, how fast his cheeks grew red.

he couldn’t lie to himself, there was a growing reason why he started enjoying kept away moments with you. mike was slowly developing a crush, but the thought of it absolutely terrified him.

you two weren’t far apart in age, but he still had some years on you. you were in college, slowly beginning to make a name for yourself and a future worth working towards — while mike? he was using every second taking care of abby and attempting to keep their lives afloat just for her sake.

he didn’t have a support system, and truth be told, he was more than just down in the dumps. rock bottom was stirring in hot.

you deserved someone more stable. more capable than him, and god knows you would never look at someone like him.

however, a smile graced your lips rather than a shocked expression at abby’s question. you leaned over the counter, grinning as you dropped a dum-dum into her hand.

“we’re just good friends,” you chuckled - eyes flickering between mike and his little sister, “but who knows? fate is a funny thing.”

“what’s fate?” abby replied back, beaming at the lollipop now resting in her palm.

mike’s heart was fucking pounding. he couldn’t even hear you responding back to abby, all he could focus on was how his heartbeat echoed inside his ears and how hard his stomach fluttered.

soon after that, the two of you began dating. it only took one date and a late night kiss at your doorstep to make things official.

the dynamic of your relationship is different than anything mike has had in the past.

you keep him up to date with things he normally doesn’t pay attention to. what celebrity is dating who, what new fashion trends are in and out. things of that nature.

he absolutely fucking loves it when you start rambling about topics regarding that. he’ll sit and watch you, a quirked smile on his lips as he nods and hums along.

“angelina jolie and who? tell me more, hun.”

adores calling you pet names. prefers babe, baby, and honey.

when he’s sleepy, he is clingy — super clingy. doesn’t want to sleep without you because now he’s so used to having your weight against him and in his arms.

likes to sleep with his head on your lap or stomach, especially when the two of you are laying on his couch, but in bed he prefers being the big spoon with his head either on your shoulder or pressed against your back.

breakfast in bed MASTER.

loves, loves waking you up on a day off with some freshly made breakfast and a smoothie, if he has the groceries for it, and always admires the sleepy smile that stretches across your lips when you realize what’s happening.

mike also loves it whenever you go to him for advice. needing help with something rumbling in your car, needing to figure out how to send in a specific document or form, really basic and mundane stuff. but it makes his heart soar, knowing that you trust him enough to seek that from him.

absolutely knew he wanted to marry you the second abby began asking around for you more often, wanting to do girls-nights together and sleepovers.

the fact that abby loved you and trusted you enough as well — that was all mike needed.

the three of you try to have nights where you all go out or do something for abby at least a few times a week, if your work schedules allow it.

most of the time, it’s taking abby to the nearby park and watching her play around with her friends for a few hours before walking back home. or heading to a nice restaurant to have dinner together.

nsfw —

he was hesitant on being intimate with you for the first few months. not because he didn’t want to — trust me, he wanted to — but because it had been so long with his previous relationships that he was afraid of even bringing the topic up.

during a late night drive, wanting to look at some christmas lights being put up before the holiday, mike was going to bring it up..

however, it never exactly did — when you pulled him into the backseat after parking in a secluded area and riding him after.

now he’s not afraid lmao

mike is a fucking sucker for eating you out. man is a munch, all day every day.

with given consent, will absolutely wake you up by eating you out. groans into your pussy when you stir awake, slowly and tenderly rolling his tongue between your folds as you’re struggling to keep yourself quiet.

he’s not insanely dominant, but he has his moments, especially after a long day at work, where all he wants is to fuck you into the mattress.

hand on your head, moans being muffled by his pillow as he thrusts into you from behind — biting onto his shirt to keep himself quiet while he watches his cock sink into you over and over.

tries not to have rough or fast sex on his bed. it’s fucking squeaky.

if you’re going to take a shower, he’s coming with.

likes slowly thrusting into you while pushed up against the cold tile wall, fingers intertwined with your hands above your head as he moans softly into your mouth. goes at a steady pace, slowly dragging himself in and out between your walls until his head drops into the crook of your shoulder, a whimper falling from his lips as he fills you up.

lots, and i mean LOTS of praise. always when you’re riding him or if you’re in missionary together.

“that’s it— fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good..”

“yeah? you can take it. just a little bit more… just like that..”

aftercare always. even after a quickie right before work, he’s kissing you sweetly before getting dressed (all with a little bit a wobble to his legs), grabbing you a little snack and some water to get yourself going again.

or he’ll happily cuddle you in bed, bathing in the afterglow as you two settle your breaths and relax into one another.

will always love a bath together if you suggest it. whatever his baby wants, his baby is gonna get. mike will sit behind you in the tub, doesn’t even matter if it’s cramped or he’s sitting awkwardly, and will let you relax against him as he gently combs throughout your hair or helps you wash yourself off.

#fnaf movie mike #mike schimdt x you #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #fnaf mike #fnaf mike schmidt #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

[hearts4court]

peppers by lana del ray with sirius black

specific lyric – ”hands on your knees, i'm angelia jolie”

Peppers~

A/N: ahhh, this was my first time writing this kinda smut so bare with me 🫠🫶🏻 this was so filthy(well to me) i hope you like it<3

Main Masterlist | Rules 4 blog | about me!

Started: 8/6/23 — 8/26/23

Pairing(s): Sirius Black X Fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, blowjobs, Ben barnes is a warning himself because CHRIST! semi-public sex(?), Sirius being Sirius, horrible french translation.

Smut starts under the “~~~~”, Lemme know if miss anything!:)

Gryffindor had won the house-cup again. Which wasn’t surprising since James was their Star-player. So in honor of James winning the cup, Their was a party in the Gryffindor Common room(per usual).

“Sirius!!” you called out to him as you ran up to him and hugged him and practically through yourself on him, making him smile and pick you up by your legs.”Princess! Were ya cheering for me? i may not be as good as James but i try.” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You kissed back holding his face in your hands,”I was. You look so hot when you play quidditch.” you smile as you push his black hair out of his face.

“I’m glad you think so~”He said, squeezing your ass gently as he held you in his arms. “All pretty’d up f’me, aren’t ya doll?” He smirked as he pressed soft kisses to your neck and jaw.

You hum in response, as you press your body against his,”Sirius..”you whisper making him smirk and pull you closer by your waist. “shh.. i’ll give ya want ya want, mon cherie… but be patient.”he said making you whine as Remus came over to congratulate Sirius on help winning for Gryffindor.

~~~~~

The moment you two got back to his dorm Sirius’s hands were all over you, pulling on your dress and squeezing your ass, as y’all’s lips hungrily found each others.

Hands on your knees, i’m Angelina Jolie.

Sirius’s hands trailed down his pants unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants and boxers, growling at the sight of you between his legs, your hands on his knees as your mouth went up and down his cock, his hand fisting your hair as he let out a soft moans and groans.

“fuck. doing so- s’well for me, doll.” he groaned as he tossed his head back, looking down at your pretty face while you bobbed your head up and down.

Sirius’s knee started bouncing before he came in your mouth, making you whine before pulling off his cock. When Sirius noticed some of his cum leaking out your mouth wiping it with his finger and sticking his finger into his mouth making you suck it off before he stood you up and throwing you on the bed.

“alright love, my turn.” He smirked, watching as you bite your bottom lip softly, his hands worked down to your dress pushing it up.

you were in for a long night…

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

#the marauders era #the marauders smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x female reader #sirius black imagine

[dabislittlemouse]

Ok, so lately I've been listening to too much Peppers by Lana Del Rey and Tommy Genesis, so imagine that the chorus "hands on your knees Angelina Jolie" is playing in the background while reader and Dabi recreate the song, specifically that part, in such a way obscene and so aaa, If you don't mind, could you write something like this?

𝒫𝐸𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮

-Touya Todoroki x fem!reader ୨⍣୧

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ contains: SMUT- Minors do not interact, oral male receiving, praising, soft needy Touya loves dolling you up and ruining you 🦋

➳ A/N: I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH!!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, hopefully you like this. I decided to call him Touya in this fic.

➳ Song recommendation: Lana del Rey- Peppers

The faint smell of strawberry shampoo filled the room as you slowly walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your wet body. The chill air made you shiver for a bit as you sat down in front of the vanity mirror, looking at yourself. All fresh and clean, that long shower was really needed.

It was only you in the room, or better say, in Touya’s room, which had also become your room at this point. He let you move all of your stuff in his room, to the point he had to ask for another closet since you had so many clothes. It didn’t take long for Touya’s grimy room to turn full of life, your dainty clothes and accessories all over the place, on the table or chair. And he didn’t mind it one bit, having you in his room felt like a ray of sunshine, a smell of fresh air that filled his lungs and scent of nature. That’s how you were to him, he’d look at your enamored while you sat near the desk, doing your makeup and fixing your hair, looking like a dainty princess compared to his edgy dark looks. 

And today was the same, you sat there, carefully drying your hair with a towel and giving it some shape. You decided to go for wavy hair today, which was one of Touya’s favorite hairstyles on you. The vanilla scented candle sat on your desk, along with all your makeup brushes,lipstick and glitter. What you loved most was getting dolled up for your man, he’d always make you flustered with the way he’d be all over you, like a man who’d never seen a pretty woman before. Sometimes he’d also doll you up himself, fixing the ribbons on your hair, helping you wear your tights, choosing the perfect dress for you, putting the blue stoned necklace around your neck, the one he got for you as a constant reminder that you belong to him. 

The song playing in the background helped you concentrate even more on getting yourself ready. It was one of your favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, her music was an inspiration to you in all aspects, especially the way you dressed. You felt that melody and that lyrics deep in your core, as your love and dedication towards your beloved was beautifully described by those words knitted together to create such masterpiece of a song that you wanted to inject in your blood. Passion and love, utter addiction towards one another, that’s how your relationship was. He took care of you like no one ever did.

——

“You’re my little girl, aren’t you? My good, pretty girl.. all mine” Touya whispered in your ear one day as he was braiding your hair, his lithe fingers skillfully going through each lock of hair as usual. You nodded, blushing at his words, stomach doing a flip at his possessiveness and praise. You wore a frilly white dress, diamond earrings that he’d taken for you, your thigh highs with two cute ribbons on each. The same song was playing in the background, and it was making you feel some type of way, especially from the fact that he was braiding your hair. A coincidence? Maybe. But now you had the need to act just like the song. 

~Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair..~

Oh, you had the need to please him again. Putting your hands on his knees, as you go down on him, tasting him. 

Touya hadn’t finished doing your hair when you turned at him, your face flushed and your eyes all big and needy, it took him by surprise.

“Baby, I still didn’t finish your hair..” he said, staring at you with a confused look on his face.

“I know Tou.. I just..” you licked your lips, putting your hands gently on his knees, your nails pretty and manicured, Touya chose  a cherry red color for them, always the sinful image of your fingers wrapped around his cock in mind. 

“I kind of love this song..” you whispered, as Touya payed attention to the lyrics. The corners of his mouth twitched as a shadow of a smile lurked on his face, and he stared down at you for a second longer, taking in every minuscule detail he could perceive about you. You shifted closer to him, getting between his legs as your hands stroked his thighs, shyly looking at his bulge forming in front of you. 

“That’s a nice song sweetheart. You wanna recreate it don’t ya? Tell me..use your words” his hand found your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. His stare was hypnotizing, those azure eyes could get you drenched without him touching you at all. 

“Yes..” you swallowed nervously, as he chuckled and squished your blushing cheeks together on his large hand. 

“And why is that?” he teased, knowing your answer too well but he still wanted to hear you say it with your own words. 

“Because I.. I want to give you pleasure Touya..” you bit your lip, and Touya could swear he felt the urge to grab that pretty mouth of yours and stuff it with his aching cock. Your shy voice saying his name, the way you looked up at him through your lashes, the way you smelled, the way you looked so angelic but your mind was full of dark and sinful desires, he loved that he turned you like this. So needy for him, addicted to him, just the way he wanted you to be. 

He leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands gently going through your half braided hair before he backed away. 

“Go on then, princess. Show me how you please your man~” he cooed, watching your delicate hands unbuckling his belt slowly. Touya was already rock hard and that gave you a tingle between your legs, especially with the way he was watching your every move. Carefully you lowered his pants, taking him in your hands, his cock was glistening with precum already, angry red tip begging to be sucked and licked, your small hand wrapping around his shaft made Touya hiss between his teeth. You were being agonizingly slow and careful with him as if he was going to break, but he let you do your thing. He loved seeing various emotions going visibly on your face, embarrasment, nervousness, lust, desire..

“Open that pretty mouth..” he asked before you tried to go down on him, making you stop. His fingers found your lips, smearing your red lipstick before opening your mouth and his thumb playing with your tongue.

“There you go.. put that tongue into good use. Just as I taught you, okay little love?”

“Yes” you breathed out, sticking out your tongue and swirling it on his sticky tip first, tasting the pearly precum leaking out of him. You heard the man let out a groan, which encouraged you to continue further, licking his shaft while your other hand fondled his balls gently.

“Shit, baby... f-fuck!” Touya moaned as you finally took him all in your mouth, trying your best to not gag on his cock that was hitting the back of your throat. The music was playing on repeat as your head bobbed up and down his cock, using your tongue as well and making his head spin. His hands found your hair once again, looking at the half done braids.

“F-fuck doll.. M’not sure if I can braid that pretty hair of yours again..aahh fuck- if you continue sucking me off like that~” he groaned, hips bucking up and slamming in your mouth. You were totally drunk in his cock, like it was the last meal on this earth, slurping and moaning and trying to get as much from him as you could. His half lidded eyes stared down at you as you made eye contact with him, which had your sloppy cunt clench on nothing.

 He was in bliss, his face flushed as he gave you a lustful needy look. A hand pressed on top of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Mmhm yeah.. choke on it a little, there you go. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, my angel~” Touya whispered, as you sat there unmoving, his cock deep in your throat. You choked on him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, ruining the mascara, but his firm hand continued to keep you there until you started whimpering. He let you go and watched you with an amused look on his face as you coughed and whined.

“Don’t wipe those tears off baby, let me see ‘em..” he said, licking a singular tear on your cheek before gently tapping his cock on your face, smearing your lipstick and mascara on your dumb pretty face, full of tears and drool. You looked up at him pleadingly, letting him use your face and mouth however he wanted. He shoved his cock right back in, his hands caressing your hair as you continued taking him in your mouth like your life depended on it, licking up the sides with your tongue, trying to go deeper when he added a little more pressure to the back of your head.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you wanna make me cum? Yeah? Right in that throat of yours.. fuck, you want it baby? Nnghh fuck-” he spoke as his breathing got heavier, eyes rolled at the back of his skull in pleasure while you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

You moaned in response, letting him know just how eager you were to have your mouth full of his cum. With a few more thrusts of his hips  he came hard in your mouth, a low guttural groan left his throat as you gagged and choked on his seed, trying your best to not let a single drop go to waste.

“Fuck- good fucking girl. Take it, ahh- take it all, oh shit-” he moaned out, eyes crossed in pleasure as he struggled to even move. And you did, you took it all, he grabbed your chin to look at your mouth full of his cum.

“Swallow for me...”

And you swallowed, just as he taught you and Touya hummed in amusement before bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, feeling the taste of him in your mouth which drove him crazy. 

“You look even prettier like this dollface..” he smirked, looking at the ruined makeup on your face and your hair now a mess. He then focused his gaze on your frilly dress and clicked his tongue.

“I’d feel bad to ruin that lovely dress of yours.. so I’ll just have you ride me on it, that okay with you princess?” he said, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to sit on his warm lap.

“Yes Touya..” you mumbled shyly before he took you down to the bed with him, hands gripping at the plush of your soft thighs as he ravaged your neck and chest like a feral animal.

—-

As you got yourself all nice and pretty, butterflies formed at your stomach at the memories of that one day. Mostly for the fact that Touya will do it all over again once he comes back, beautifully ruin your makeup and hair. Now the dress you wore was a pretty blue one, his favorite color, while you waited in anticipation for your man’s arrival, more than excited to have him see how pretty you got yourself for him today. 

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#B.writes #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #touya x y/n #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfics #dabi fanfics

[f1tyreslightmyfyre]

Immortal Artistry - Ch. 1

Series Main List

A Vampire AU F1 Fic Featuring Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader, George Russell x Fem!Reader, hints of Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader, Lestappen, Sebchal, and Sainzell (or Russainz?)

Also on AO3

Ch. 1 Warnings: Language; vampire blood violence

2023

“Now, remember,” Xavier Marcos Padros instructed. “Señor Leclerc is a very important client of this firm. His family has been with us for nearly 100 years, and we don’t want to cast a poor impression on the newest generation.”

“No, sir.” You agreed, nodding at your boss.

“That is why I want you to personally oversee the meeting.” The lawyer continued. “There is no other paralegal that I trust more with the closure of his documentation. The paperwork has already been signed by his grandfather, and Señor Leclerc just needs a witnessed signature to complete the transfer of estates and power of attorney to his name.”

“Yes, sir.” You bit back an irritated sigh, listening for the third time as your boss explained the situation. As if you haven’t already spent long hours and late nights preparing the Leclerc account paperwork for the all-important transfer and supporting the grandfather’s witnessed signature process. 

“Your work on this family case continues to impress, and I’m confident that you will represent our firm proudly.” He paused to consult his notes. “Now, Señor Leclerc has been arranged for 2100 hrs tomorrow night at his personal request.” He looked back at you unashamedly. “I assume that time won’t be a problem for you.”

Even now, your boss’ haughty words still gnaw at you. Just because the man is a senior partner in one of the world’s most prestigious law firms and you’re fortunate enough to be on his team of paralegals doesn’t mean that you’re not entitled to a life of your own outside of work. All of your clients are wealthy and successful and privileged, and you see no reason why Señor Leclerc should be treated any differently.

But at the end of the day, part of your job is client satisfaction, and your boss won’t hear of you inconveniencing a client, no matter their assets. That’s why you’re still at your desk despite the clock reading 2051 hrs. That’s why you’re still in your pristine business suit and heels while the rest of the building grows dark and empty around you. That’s why the executive conference room table contains the spread of the various official forms for Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, III to sign upon his arrival.

You exhale another sigh as you casually scroll through the newsfeed on your phone, skimming headlines and associated ledes.

DESPITE ALL ODDS, BRANGELINA BACK TOGETHER

Earlier this year saw the return of Bennifer, and now, fans are stunned at the return of Brangelina. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt famously wed in 2014, and Jolie filed for divorce from Pitt just two years later. The divorce proceedings have been anything but amiable, and despite the divorce never being legally finalized, it appears that may no longer be needed…

FAMOUS RAPHAEL, DA VINCI PAINTINGS MISSING SINCE WWII TURN UP IN BELGIAN HOME

Among the scores of artwork lost during the chaos and destruction of WWII, two of the most famous pieces have finally resurfaced after more than 75 years. Raphael’s Portrait of a Young Man and da Vinci’s Lady with an Ermine were last seen at the Wawel Castle in 1945, at the home of Hans Frank, who Hitler appointed as governor of the General Government in Poland. The Belgian businessman now in possession of these classic masterpieces has come under investigation as authorities seek to understand how the artwork came into his custody. Historians value the Portrait of a Young Man and the Lady with an Ermine at over €500 million and €300 million, respectively…

STAR WARS FANS SPOT LIGHTSABER-LIKE OBJECT ON MARS SURFACE IN NEW NASA PICTURES

New photos released by NASA show an object on the surface of Mars, looking like a lightsaber from the iconic Star Wars series. Despite its appearance, this mysterious item is actually a titanium tube containing a rock sample that rests on the Red Planet’s surface…

You glance at the time, not willing to risk being late, and set your phone down. Smoothing the drape of your suit jacket and matching skirt, your heels echo off the marble as you walk down the empty corridor. The elevator ding breaks the silence, and you glance out over the Monaco skyline as you descend to the front lobby.

With two minutes to spare, you offer a nod in silent greeting to the night guard on duty at the front desk and come to a stop just inside the tall, glass doors. You keep a keen eye on the street for the approach of a dark sedan or SUV, something that won’t be easy to see in the glow of streetlights. But that’s not the vehicle that pulls up to the front kerb.

Actually, you don’t know what kind of vehicle it is, but the vintage bright cherry red sports car is impossible to miss. It screams elegant taste and wicked speed, and with the convertible top down, it puts the driver on full display. His pale skin stands out immediately against the cut of his black suit and as he exits the car, closing the door behind him, it’s a devastating combination. Or, perhaps, it’s just the expertly tailored lines of his suit or the rakish sweep of his brunette hair or the mercurial glow in his green eyes.

You may spend your life catering to the ultra-wealthy and well-dressed, but this man is truly in a league of his own.

Forcing a swallow and hoping your cheeks aren’t too flushed, you step forward to push open the front door. “Good evening, Mr. Leclerc. Welcome.”

He nods, offering a polite smile as he steps inside. “Thank you. And thank you for taking this meeting so late.” His crisp dress shoes echo off the marble in tandem with your footsteps. “Xavi’s office has always been gracious to accommodate my chaotic schedule.”

You nod gently even though his words give you pause. Nothing about him looks chaotic, whether in the details of his appearance or his calm, collected demeanor. In fact, he looks crisp and polished, as if his day has just started. Pushing the thought aside, you guide him towards the elevator lobby. “Of course, sir.” You say as you press the ascent button. “We’re always happy to work with our clients to assure their needs are met.”

“An admirable sentiment.” The corner of Leclerc’s mouth lifts as he motions you first into the elevator. “I think you are new to Xavi’s team as we have not met before, no?”

Your cheeks blush full red hot as you realize your breach of etiquette. “Oh, goodness – yes, I… apologies for not introducing myself.” You give your name and extend your hand which he politely accepts. Immediately, the firmness of his grip, the softness of his skin, and the chilly temperature against your own strikes you.

His eyes glitter under the elevator’s overhead lights. “Pleased to meet you. You already know this, but I’m Charles Leclerc, III. Though, Charles or ‘Charles’ is just fine.”

Even after letting go of his hand, the phantom chill still lingers on your skin. It’s not a particularly cool night outside, as evidenced by the open cockpit of his car, and you can’t put your finger on why his skin should be so chilly. 

He must sense your confusion because a small, sheepish smile comes to his handsome face as he rests a hand in his trousers’ pocket. “I apologize if my cold fingers surprised you… I should have warned you before that I’m cold blooded. I never can seem to get warm.”

“Oh no, please,” you say with a reassuring smile despite the heat rushing to your cheeks and the quickening of your heartbeat as the elevator dings. “You don’t need to apologize – I was just wondering if I could offer you some warm tea.” The words roll off your tongue as you step out of the elevator with him close behind. Thinking on your feet is a key part of your job even if it stresses you out.

“That’s not necessary, though I do appreciate your concern. And you needn’t worry or be so nervous.” He flashes a hint of a teasing, yet reassuring smirk. “I’m not going to give Xavi a poor report about you this evening.”

Your eyes go wide, and you hate that he’s so perceptive. Pushing open the door to the executive conference room, you exhale a gentle sigh. “Thank you, I… I-I’m sorry that you felt the need to say something. I will work to improve in the future.”

“No need.” He shakes his head shortly. “My grandfather says that I unnerve people, so that is something I am also working to improve.”

Is that what it is? Right from his opening comment on chaotic schedules to the chill of his skin, something about him has set you off-balance. You can’t even recall the last time that you forgot to introduce yourself in a business meeting, and yet tonight… tonight is quickly devolving into a night you want to drown with a bottle of wine.

You can’t find an immediate answer, instead turning your attention to the spread of paperwork on the table. “If you’d like to be seated, I have everything arranged for you here.” You watch him move around the table on silent footsteps and fold elegantly into a plush chair as you continue. “I understand that you previously had the opportunity to review the transfer of estates, accounts, and power of attorney paperwork prior to your grandfather signing.”

He nods in confirmation. “Yes, and everything was as expected.”

You nod in return as you motion at the pen resting alongside the first form. “Then, please, feel free to confirm the versions signed by your grandfather align with your understanding prior to signing.”

Stepping back to allow him a modicum of privacy, you fold your hands in front of your jacket and quietly wait. Instead of hideous fluorescent lights, the can ceiling lights emit a soft golden glow that plays handsomely off the tint of his hair and highlights the elegance of his fingers as he traces the words on the paper.

You’ve never met the grandfather – the original Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc – confined as he is in an exclusive care facility, and the paperwork provides few clues about how he amassed his vast fortune. He became a client in 1946 after rising to wealthy prominence and only continued to add to this fortune and collection of estates. His son - Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, II – passed away after a long battle with illness, leaving only his son – the man now seated at the conference table – as the sole heir. But where are the wives and mothers in all of this family business? Are the Leclercs truly so old-fashioned as to only let the men inherit the estates and conduct family business?

Of course, it’s all no business of yours whatsoever. Europe still harbors its pockets of aristocratic thought, and your job isn’t to judge them for it.

Your train of thought derails as you watch Charles reach into the interior pocket of his suit jacket. He withdraws a sleek, black capped pen with gold accents and deftly unscrews the cap. Glancing up at you, he offers another cute, almost shy smile. “You’ll forgive me if I’m a little old-school,” he says as a gleaming gold fountain tip comes into view. “Ball point pens just aren’t as artistically satisfying.”

His signature isn’t the neatest that you’ve ever seen. In fact, next to his grandfather’s, it’s downright illegible aside from the leading C and L. For someone who shuns ball point pens in favor of artistry, you’re surprised that his signature is so… unremarkable.

Wetting your top lip, you take a breath. “If I may… are you an artist, sir?”

The corner of his mouth lifts – whether with amusement or a more private sentiment, you can’t tell. “I have certainly studied art,” he says as he continues to scan and sign the array of papers. “I suppose one could call me a collector of art, but while I claim paltry skill with a brush, I do favor myself for having an appreciation of beautiful pieces.”

Admittedly, understanding the art of art isn’t something you pride yourself on. You appreciate museums and the history they hold, but you’re not all that familiar with art history or defining characteristics of art over the centuries. Slowly, you nod as he recaps the pen. “It sounds like you would have seen a lot of interesting pieces over the course of your studies.”

His eyes flash with something you can’t place – something predatory, something fond, something satisfying. “Yes,” he says at length as he rises. “I have seen much, with much still left yet to see.”

All at once, you remember the late evening hour. “Of course, sir, please – I don’t mean to keep you any longer than you need.”

“It’s no trouble, and your curiosity is not unwelcome.” A charming smile warms his face. “Actually, it’s flattering that despite this suit you would still consider me to be an artist.”

Your brow furrows as a confused smile slants the corner of your mouth. “Artists come in all shapes and sizes, don’t they? Just because you’re not starving and dressed in rags doesn’t mean that you couldn’t be an artist.”

“Art is what we make of it, non? As are those who create it.” He steps towards you and the door, offering the clumsiest attempt at a wink you’ve ever seen. “And that is for each of us to decide.”

Maybe it’s the sonorous tone of his voice or the light glinting in his green – or grey? Or hazel? – eyes, but you can’t look away. He’s utterly gorgeous and your body heats up in appreciation of this handsome man standing before you. The scent of cedar, citrus and earth reaches your nose – and fuck, how did you not notice his cologne earlier? It entrances you, and the longer you hold his gaze, the more you feel yourself floating…

Until he blinks away and motions towards the door. “After you.”

Shaking from your stupor, another embarrassed flush stains your cheeks as you move towards the elevator. He’s hardly the first supremely attractive man that you’ve interacted with on this job, but none of them have rendered you so stupid before.

“My grandfather says that I unnerve people, so that is something I am also working to improve.”

You brush the memory of his earlier words aside, swallowing your unease as you search for something to say. “Thank you again for coming by this evening.” You finally say, sticking to the safe topic at hand. “I’ll file the paperwork in the morning, and Señor Padros will be in touch if there are any unforeseen complications with the transfer.”

“I have complete faith in Xavi, and you, by extension.” Charles says breezily as you both step into the elevator. “He has served my grandfather well, and no doubt, will continue to serve me well in his stead.”

The odd choice of words strikes you. You don’t consider yourself in the service industry and you’re pretty sure that your boss doesn’t consider himself a servant to the wealthy elite, but maybe it’s just another indicator of how old-school this young man next to you truly is.  

“As always, we appreciate your support and business.” You say on professional reflex, despite the distracting scent of Charles’ cologne that you can’t stop noticing. “I will be sure to pass along your reassurance to Señor Padros.”

“Again, there is no need.” He flashes another reassuring smile as the elevator doors open to the main lobby. “I owe Xavi a visit soon to discuss further matters and I will gladly tell him in person.”

His words beg further questions in your mind but you know better than to ask. Whatever relationship he has with your boss – professional or otherwise – is also certainly none of your business.

Your heels click to a stop near the front door and he pauses beside you. With a bow of his head, he holds your gaze as he speaks. “Thank you again for accommodating such a late meeting. It’s been an unexpected pleasure.”

“Thank you, sir. You, too.” You nod in thanks as he turns for the door. “I hope that you have a good rest of your evening.”

His mouth slants with a wicked grin as he pushes out into the dark night. “Of course. I’m just getting started, after all.”

A shiver crawls down your spine as he saunters up to his red car and sinks down into the plush leather seating. The glass building façade muffles the revving engine, but as he shoots off into the night, you’re left with more questions than answers.

Sighing deep, you offer a good night wave to the front desk guard, focused only on getting your bag and going home. The trip back to your desk and down to the parking garage passes in a familiar blur only broken when the elevator doors ding open. Yellow light from the sodium-vapor lamps paint the concrete surroundings in a hideous, monochromatic glow. Even through the glass doors of the elevator lobby, the ubiquitous buzzing of the light fixtures can still be heard. But it’s the frustrated groans of a tall, slender man carrying a box piled high with file folders and trying to pull the doors open that draws your attention.

“Here,” you say in greeting, offering a friendly smile as you step up to assist with the door handle. “It looks like you’ve got your arms full – literally.”

“Oh, thank you.” The man turns brilliant, blinding blue eyes on you and a megawatt smile around his posh British syllables. “You have no idea just how heavy this box is.”

You hold the door open for him as he steps through, maneuvering the box and his messenger bag through the opening. “You’re welcome. Do you have a big case ahead?”

“Yeah,” he says with a nod as the door closes behind you. “Boss needs recommendations by noon tomorrow and I’m so far behind.”

“Ugh,” you groan in commiseration. “I’ve been there, too – it can be so fast-paced sometimes. Who’s your boss?”

“Musconi. He’s not one of the senior partners or anything – not like Padros or Bonnington – but, well, I’ve only been here for a few weeks, so I’m still learning. I’m George Russell, by the way. I’d offer you my hand, but well…” He shrugs and flashes another handsome smile as he hefts the box in his hands.

“No worries, George.” You say before offering your own name. “Welcome to the firm. I hope you continue to settle in alright.”

“Thank you. Everyone’s been really helpful so far.”

You spot your car ahead and turn to offer him a wave. “Well, if I can help with anything, please let me know; otherwise, have a good evening and see you around, George.”

“Lovely to meet you, and thanks again!” He calls out after you, poorly attempting to offer a wave despite his full arms.

As you start the ignition and drive through the garage, you just catch George rounding a concrete pillar to another car.

You don’t see George open the car’s boot, depositing the box and bag before slamming the top down. You don’t see George reach into the backseat, to the dead body slumped across the backseat like someone sleeping. You don’t see George tuck the borrowed employee badge back into the man’s pocket before sliding into the driver’s seat.

And you definitely don’t hear George make a phone call as he drives off. “Yeah… Leclerc just left, and I’ve made contact.”

1940

“Quel est l’ordre, Lieutenant?”

Charles slows his steps, surveying his assembled platoon of French and Monegasque soldiers as he answers in French. “We’re stopping here for the night.”

Beaufort glares over at Charles. “Stopping here, sir?” He glances around at the splintered remains of the French woodlands, the craters in the earth, and the tree shards that litter everywhere. “I’ll roll over and get a splinter in my ass.”

“Better than up your ass!” Moreau bellows as he laughs at his own jab and a few others join in.

Charles can’t say that he disagrees, but he’s careful to keep the amusement from his face. “Either way, I suggest that you use this last bit of daylight to clear a resting place that won’t result in needing medical aid.”

A low murmur of chuckles and assent rises from his men as they start to settle into the destruction. Other platoons flank them on all sides, making similar encampments as they stretch out among the shattered trees and the growing shadows of twilight that rapidly obscure into darkness.

For days now, they’ve been marching through burned and battered countryside, each ruined village indistinguishable from the next. The Panzers prove relentless in their siege, and the Luftwaffe bombs haven’t helped, either. Charles isn’t a high enough rank to possess a map, but his basic knowledge of the sky from training indicates a steady march in a northwesterly direction.

Fall back to Dunkirk. That’s his command from on high.

He yawns as he continues to survey his men. They number so few now, and the missing faces will haunt the rest of his days. As their commanding officer, he knows every last man in his platoon, but now… only a handful remain. A handful that he is personally responsible for leading out of this hell and into the unknown.

If the Allied Forces are well and truly surrounded, what fresh horrors await them when the enemy finally catches up to them in Dunkirk? Will the British prioritize evacuation of their own troops first? What chance does he stand to ever get back home to Monaco?

But wars are lost on pointless thoughts like that. Thinking so far ahead won’t serve him well in the here and now. He just needs to solve this problem, and then solve the next problem. To stay alive and always keep moving forward.

Someday – when Charles has access to endless alcohol and a real bed – he’ll lose himself to those other dark, destructive musings.

“Merde, that’s an ill wind, isn’t it?” Severin’s voice carries low in the night.

“Sure… like ghosts are riding its wings.” Porcher agrees with a grumble as the sound of a hand slapping thick fabric becomes audible. “But no more of that talk. Between the Jerrys, your ass, and these damnable tree roots, I don’t need any extra help from nightmares for not sleeping.”

Allowing his lips to quirk in the cover of darkness, Charles turns from his men, satisfied that they’re settling in well enough for the night. He slows and steadies his footfalls, not wanting to disturb anyone as he makes his way through the dimly lit landscape.

Moments alone are truly rare, but he can steal a few to relieve himself. Counting his steps to gauge his return, the sounds of men snoring, breathing, talking and coughing fade into the breeze.

True peaceful silence at last.

Charles closes his eyes, indulging it for the space of a breath, before going about his business. His eyes roam skyward, catching glimpses of starlight through the wispy clouds. In his mind’s eye, he imagines the brush strokes to try and capture such splendor on canvas. It makes him long to return to his position at the art institute, to nurture creation instead of destruction. With a sigh, he looks back down to the war-torn ground, righting his uniform and webbing. In truth, it’s better not to dally.

A cigarette is his next order of business. It helps him forget about his toothbrush that went missing during a forward advance some weeks back.

In complete silence, strong, vice-like hands grip his shoulders out of the darkness, throwing Charles off his feet. He hits the ground hard, breath forced from his chest and stealing his voice as plain blooms in the back of his skull. His assailant looms over him, a shapeless shadow that pins him to the ground with effortless ease.

Charles kicks feebly as his vision swims, thrashing to dislodge his attacker and break free from the commanding hold. But the impossibly cold weight above him remains immobile, crushing him into the muddy ground. Surely, this must be another man… but a German soldier? Or possibly a confused Allied soldier?

Icy fingers suddenly claw at the collar of Charles’ uniform, wool and buttons shearing easily as horror creeps into Charles’ rising panic. The dark shadow above him bears down, unbothered by Charles’ desperate attempts to scratch and claw along his back. Twin points of searing pain explode in Charles’ neck as sharp, pointed teeth rip through his skin. A strangled cry rasps in Charles’ throat against the agony as the shape of the attacker’s mouth changes, and he seals his lips to Charles’ skin, supping greedily as he pulls suction.

A new sensation erupts – one of ragged, exquisite pleasure – that mixes with the blinding pain to ebb and flow through his entire body. Charles’ mind overloads at the onslaught as his body grows stiller and more pliant. His pitiful protests become sluggish as a creeping fog eats at the very center of his being. His arms fall to the ground, weakened and motionless as the delicious, terrifying pressure continues on his neck.

And then… only darkness.

Series Main List

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[rosasolos]

ASSISTANT / A.JOLIE

pairing .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ angelina x fem!reader

summary .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ you are angelina’s assistant and after she finished her interview you guys go back to hers and something happens between you two.

warnings .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ nsfw/smut, cursing, age gap ( you are 39 angie is 47 )

A/N .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ sorry for any grammar errors

“So angelina what is you’re favorite childhood memory?” the interviewer says while looking at angelina. “Well when i was around 11 me and my neighbor used to go to this playground and climb the monkey bars.” angelina says while smiling at the camera, “well this has been very fun angelina i hope you have an amazing day.” the interviewer says while turning her head to look at angie. “this was amazing thank you so much for having me bye.” angelina says while getting up from her chair. “Ms jolie, the limo will be here in 5!” you say while looking as jolie’s calendar, “okay thank you y/n.” angie says while closing her water bottle lid.

“The limo is here ms jolie would you like me to take you’re bag?” you say while looking at angelina waiting for a response, “Yes thank you say much y/n.” “Okay so today at 3 you have a late lunch with dior and tomorrow you have a massage then your Vogue photoshoot then you have a dinner with ms portman.” “Thanks y/n i don’t know what i would do if you weren’t here!” Angelina says while looking at you’re clipboard. “Excuse me miss we are here.” The driver says while looking back at the both of you, “Oh perfect, here let me get the door.” You say to angie while opening her you’re door then hers.

You get Angelina’s keys out of her purse and unlock the door. “Okay we should probably go to your closet and try on those outfits that Chanel sent.” You say while looking at Angelina for approval “perfect let me just go grab a energy smoothie and I’ll meet you up there.” Angelina says while making her way to the kitchen.

You go upstairs and turn the knob of angelina’s walk in closet, you place her purse and shopping bags from earlier today. You grab the box’s chanel sent while you hear the door creak. “Hello, y/n you in here?” angelina says while opening the closet door. “Yep im in here i opened the box’s.” you say loudly while turning you’re head back for a sec.

Angie opens the door fully and taps you’re shoulder “oh my goodness they are so gorgeous I’m dying!” angie says in a joyful tone “yes they are very beautiful ms jolie.” you say while looking at some necklaces that they also sent, “How many times have I told you to not call me ms jolie just call me angelina y/n” “I’m sorry ms jolie crap i mean angelina.” you say in a nervous tone of voice “it’s fine y/n” Angelina says while putting her head in you’re shoulder, you start to blush and angelina sees you blushing but you quickly turn away and hopes she thinks nothing about it.

“we’re you blushing y/n?!” Angelina says in a teasingly tone. “uh..uh no” you say it a very nervous tone, angelina pulls you in and kisses you “I’m sorry y/n i don’t know what i was thinking” angelina says while opening the door to leave “no wait I liked it!” you say while pulling angelina back inside by her hand.

You pull her c in and you start to kiss angelina, slowly adding your tongue to the kiss. You move you around her back. “wow y/n i didn’t know you were a good kisser!” angelina says. angelina continues making out with you and then lifts you up on to her closet island.

angelina slowly slides her hand into your skirt, and starts massaging your inner thigh *you slighty moan* “do you like that?” Angelina says while continuing to massage your inner thigh.

you look at your watch its 2:40 “uhm-ms jolie uh-uhm *you moan slightly* its 2:40 *you moan loud* you have your lunch soon” you say while Angelina keeps pleasuring you. “shit we should stop then” Angelina says .

you both stop and fix your selves up and you help Angelina get ready.

That’s it i know i haven’t posted in a bit sorry

#smut #angelina jolie fluff #angelina jolie x female reader #angelina jolie x reader #angelina jolie smut #angelina jolie

[ownedbytaylorswift-13]

d-day tour | myg x fem!reader

description: You and Yoongi go everywhere together. 

summary: Yoongi is on tour, you have an album release a block away and your impossibly busy, somehow you still manage to be together, despite the public, despite your hectic schedules you still manage to make it work and make the most of your beautiful time together.

a/n: Is this real????? WTF i have been gone, disappeared, i think last time i posted like a chapter of something was in like september last year, i'm so sorry, but anyways context of what the fuck happened, school is consuming, i'm in a special school for supersmart people and it's killing me, also i went though a bit of depressive episode, my parents had some problems along with my family, i also had some problems in school because everyone around me hates me because apparently i'm a total annoying cringy stuck up bitch☹️☹️☹️ and every guy hates me ☹️☹️☹️ and all the girls think i'm annoying☹️☹️☹️ and i'm just a problem, IT'S ME HI, I'M THE PROBLEM IT'S ME………um anyways i'm over everyother fictional character, i literally cannot remember why i even liked matt murdock anymore 🤮🤮🤮🤮 buuuuut my best friend is army and she converted me in like february and ever science i have been in a mental relationship with MIN motherfucking YOON goddamn GI, i love him, hes the love of my life, i have never felt so much for ANYONE EVER BEFORE, i might burst and die for all i feel for him, and of course i already made a fucking script but i just cant fucking shift becasue my mind loves to fuck with me but whatever i'm writting this becasue i'm in summer vacation, bored, in love and hot for my man, i love him so please have this and i hope someone likes it. So basically what this is, is Yoongi is on tour, and you beautiful reader are a super extremely famous model actress singer picture the best of the best, it's like if you combine the level of a model that bella hadid is, the actress that angelina jolie is and the singer that ariana grande is, combine that, yeah that's you beautiful, well you’re together, and in between Yoongi's concerts you decide to live the cities, have a true tourist experience, so yeah basically, loooooove, me, xoxoxo, kissseeeees💋kissseeeees💋kissseeeees💋. I love you beautiful person who read all my trash. Btw miss girl is a self insert of me so in my head shes tall (+175) black curly hair, i'm mexican so kinda white mixed with indigenous, shit like that yk, but theres really no description of anything but i think curly hair and like maybe brown eyes? whatever.

tw: bad writing, fluff, min yoongi, cringe, alcohol, me, self insert, y/n, badly written smut, just trash. 

wc: 13k.

japan.

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #yoongi fluff #suga #agustd #d day album #agustd dday #d day is coming #d day #d day tour #min suga #bangtan #suga bts #suga x reader #suga x you

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: my apologies for switching up the pairing on you guys 😭😭😭 this is now officially a natalie x reader fic, but please feel free to check out my new lottie fic- Until Death Do Us Part- which should be coming out soon! so sorry again and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: plane crash lol, swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Three - Either Way

Chapter Three - Either Way

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2021-

Your apartment smelled like cigarettes. It had ever since you moved in. The previous tenants must have been smokers, and it had seeped into the walls and the floors. Now, it was just the natural state of your studio apartment.

You ate the leftovers in your fridge cold, not feeling like turning the stove on and running up the bill. After what happened with that woman today- you might need to take a few sick days to throw her off.

You didn’t recognize the movie on the television, but it was the first thing that showed up when you turned on the TV. You tilted your head as Angelina Jolie came onto the camera, her shirt black leather and low-cut.

And, because you didn’t have enough self will left, you grabbed the box under your bed and took out the photograph of the 1996 Wiskayok High School Girl’s soccer team. You traced your fingers over the faces, some of them dead, some of them alive.

But all of them had a rot inside of them. A piece of wood from that place that had been rotting ever since you left. Maybe it was like cancer. Maybe one day you would have to go back to reverse it. Maybe you didn’t care.

—-

1996-

The plane was white with tan seats and red accents, private, chartered by Lottie’s dad for the team. The girls had already shouted their appreciation for him with smiles on their face.

Since the plane was already relatively small, and both varsity and JV were on the plane, space was limited. Not to mention a few people- like Coach Martinez’s son, Travis- refused to share a row.

“Hey,” a raspy voice said from next to you. “Mind if I sit here?”

You were expecting someone to sit next to you. But you weren’t expecting it to be Natalie Scatorccio.

Natalie Scatorccio was an enigma to you. She had black hair that she dyed platinum blonde and a shag haircut with messy black roots growing in. She wore that black leather jacket she could never be seen without, and you could faintly see a pack of cigarettes sticking out of her pocket.

You faintly remembered Natalie from elementary school- she always had this look in her eyes, even as a child, like she had seen the worst of the world and had never quite let it leave her.

“Sure,” you said, briefly wondering if she remembered you from elementary school, Mrs. Stubbs second grade class.

She shot you a toothy grin, before plopping down into the aisle seat and immediately leaning back, making the rickety plane seat creak and groan.

You smiled a little, turning back to your article about the boy’s baseball team- and their disappointing loss at states.

It was hard to write about a loss. You always wondered if anyone from the baseball team would read this, and be hurt by the recounting of their loss. You ended up just writing facts.

They lost to the Lakewood Lions, and everyone was hoping for a better season next year.

No fanfare, no grand recounting of the events like you did with the Yellowjackets.

The plane lurched forward, and your papers shuffled, and you found yourself gripping your wooden pencil.

“That about us?” Natalie asked, trying to peer past your spread hand.

“Oh,” you said, moving your hand as the plane settled into a steady drive forward. “No,” you smiled lightly, “it’s about the baseball team.”

She let out a snort.

“Losing serves them right. They’re all fucking assholes.”

“Yeah?”

She turned to you suddenly, staring straight into your eyes.

“Don’t you know? There’s rumors that they’re all apart of a cult. Looks like all that sacrificing didn’t get them that win.”

You frowned, thinking back to everything you knew about the baseball team-

“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, trying to hide her laugh. “You should see you face, Jesus- nah, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Oh,” you mumbled stupidly, before a small laugh bubbled up from out of you. It felt real. It felt true, like something that had always been there and was just waiting to be released.

You felt like a sprouting plant, something that was always there, hidden beneath the dirt- and now you’ve risen up. Tentatively, on shaky feet, but there.

Natalie smiled at you once more, and you thought of last night, the weirdness in your breath, the faint color on her cheeks- but there was alcohol and smoke, a thousand ways to explain that away.

But there was no explaining the feeling in your chest.

It was distinctively different from fear, anxiety, it was like there was a tiny plant inside of you, a little patch of deadly nightshade- and wind was blowing by, making the leaves gently touch you. Giving you this weird feeling that made you warm up, staring like this at Natalie, looking at her eyes and her hair and her smile.

You looked away before you could embarrass yourself more.

—-

Turbulence rocked the plane. You straightened, catching yourself, so you didn’t slam into Natalie. A few of the girls laughed, and you heard someone’s water bottle rolling around on the floor.

The intercom buzzed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” The seatbelt sign became illuminated above you. “It looks like we’re going to be experiencing a bit more turbulence on this flight, so please stay calm and in your seats-”

Another sharp bout of turbulence. Your teeth chattered together, and the captain chuckled.

“Nothing to worry about, folks.” And then he didn’t speak again.

You looked around the plane, seeing some of the girls starting to put their books and papers back into their carry on bags, frowning at the orange seatbelt sign.

You looked at Natalie, but she was squinting past you, looking out the sliver of window, the rest of it covered by the shade.

Suddenly, the entire cabin erupted in bright white light. A few of the girls screamed, and another bout of turbulence followed in quick succession.

“The fuck-?” Natalie muttered, reaching past you to throwing up the plastic shade. You inhaled deeply as she reached past you, her arm touching your chest slightly, until her arm went rigid.

“What?” you asked, a little breathless, feeling crushed by her arm. She kept staring at the window.

And when you looked out of it, your heart started hammering in your chest.

Getting on this plane suddenly felt like you had drank a vial labeled poison.

The sky was the picture of violence, dark and stormy and littered with bits of lightening.

“Oh, my God,” you whispered.

Something ached in your chest, like some memory from a past life, something of violence and pain. Your heart started hammering and soon you realized the last bout of turbulence had never stopped.

The plane was shaking, shaking like you were, your teeth chattering and suddenly you heard a pop, and plastic hit your face.

Natalie grabbed what you know realized to be an oxygen mask and put her’s over her face. For a moment, it was like the entire world was crashing around you.

You wanted to close your eyes and say a few magic words, so when you opened your eyes again- all of this violence would be gone. The world would be intact- it wouldn’t be ending all around you.

An alarm started going off.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Are you crazy?” someone yelled at you, and grabbed you by the back of the neck to put the mask on your face. When you opened your eyes, Natalie was staring at you, her eyes rimmed black with eyeliner. She looked- concerned.

You took in a wild breath, barely able to get anything in through your own panic.

When she grabbed your hand, her’s was shaking along with yours.

Coach Martinez came around and started yelling at all the girls, helping those who were too scared to put their masks on like you.

The lights on the plane started flickering on and off, on and off, but if you stared real hard like this into Natalie’s eyes- then the rest all seemed to fade away.

The engine whined loudly, and then an ear-splitting sound could be heard, if you ignored the engine and Laura Lee’s praying- like something was falling.

And when you finally had the courage to look out the window, there was no more violence. There was only a peaceful forest.

And all you could do was stare at it in horror as the plane flew down towards it. Too fast to be a regular landing.

Something deep in you tugged. Something you had never felt before, like it had always been missing. And some instinctual part of you knew this-

The wilderness was here.

—-

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Am I a yn fan or a cillian fan?

(Fem!driver!reader x cillian murphy)

N.B: just a little something for fun cause I'm in love with cillian murphy, hope you like it!! WARNING: not proof read, the word cunt, if I missed anything else please let me know!

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Busy Secrets

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Angelina jolie x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Angelina is longing for you meanwhile you were busy keeping secret.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ fluff, slight smut?, mentions of pregnancy

an: maybe I should start writing more of Angelina Jolie?

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You were late.

God, you should've known this you looked at yourself at the mirror before sighing it's been 15 minutes since we'll you've taken a test, you were tensed to this.

3 weeks ago you and angelina were making out well you guys were making love but you didn't expect to be pregnant or this might be just a feeling.

You've started to encountered nauseous, morning sickness you first thought it was just a some illness but as days went on this started to get on and on.

You don't know if Angelina even suspect a thing nor she asked you, whenever you were on a family dinner you would have nauseousness right away.

You don't even have a clue what would Angelina react to this, I mean come on she already has 6 children's would she even want one?.

You know that angelina love kids but this is new for you. Finally after waiting and felt like years you finally look at the test.

And god your legs began to tremble, it's positive you let out a shaky breath looking at the other test all of the 3 of them is positive and yes this is the 4th test you've tried.

You thought it was broke or doesn't work so you've tried others test. They were all positive.

How should I tell her?

How would she even react?

Does she even want kids with me?

Many insane questions kept going through your mind, you can't stop asking about it how she'll react, what will she even say.

You heard a twice knock on the door which made you panicked you carefully pick up the tests and put them on the trash but you kept one on your pocket.

You heard your name being called you finally gathered your courage and you finally opened the door knob, your eyes catches a blue eyes and a blonde hair girl.

Shiloh wooh boy you at least expect somebody else.

„ mom said it's dinner, what were you doing in there?, you were taking so long that's why I became worried abit.” you can't help but smile at the young girls worried words.

„ Uhm just you know taking meds, I'll go there just give me a minute you don't have to worry hon I'm good now.” she gave you a smile before nodding and taking her leave on yours and angelina's bedroom.

You sighed deeply and you put your both hands to your head and shaking your head, Does she suspect a thing? Does she know?

You take out the test from your pocket and looking at it for a seconds, How should I tell her?

You made your way to your secret box, this box holds your childhood memories since you were 6 you already kept your little things in there, some of them are your diaries, pictures of you and Angelina some old family picture when your grandparents were still alive, you found a small plastic bag that would fit the test there so it wouldn't smell.

You hid the box to your nightstand, you know Angelina would never touched it since you both trust each other and love each other.

You made your path to the dining room where the kids where and your wife.

When her gaze catches yours she jolted to you and gave you a hug like she haven't seen you forever and she gave you a soft kiss on the cheek you returned the hug and gave her a sad smile.

„ Still haven't feeling any better love?” you knew she was worried.

Everytime before she would go off to work, for the passed 3 weeks you gotten used to waking up early because you would wake up vomiting and running up to the bathroom she would woken up from the sound of you vomiting from the bathroom,

She would be there rubbing your back and get you a water of glass and some wipes or tissue for you to wipe some mess around your mouth.

She tried talking to you about going to the doctor which you decline because you don't want to be confined, and just said this just might be a sickness.

You shook your head before spoke again.

„ no I'm kinda feeling better just taking some meds and I will be fine darling.” she just nodded and holds your hand before leading to your chair.

After eating you've decided it was time to clean up, the kids have just finished off eating you picked up the plates but you felt a hand on your wrist you looked up and see your wife shaking her head and narrowing her brows.

„ love give me that you just relax on the couch and watch with the kids I'll take care of this.” you giggled at her actions.

„ Angie it's fine I can take care of this, I'll wash the dishes remember the last time you tried to wash the dishes?” she playfully rolled her eyes.

„ At least let me help you.” you can't fought with her right now so you just let her handle the plates.

After washing some dishes, The kids decided to have a movie night so here you guys are sitting in the couch Angelina was on your arms clinging to your other side while the other side of your arms were Zahara she was distracted on the large tv watching their favorite film meanwhile Angelina was lost on her thoughts.

She kept kissing your cheek her hands rubbing your hands then kissing it, you catched her looking at you lovingly you just grin at her.

After the movie night you guys finally decide for bed time you put the kids to their own bedrooms then giving them a kiss on their forehead then making your way to your shared bedroom.

When you entered the large bedroom you didn't find your wife at the bed laying there waiting for you, you thought she might be in her office yeah she have her office in her own house, she's a congresswoman she's sometimes a busy person not a workaholic though.

You wanted to tell her so bad about it but your insecurities and anxieties are getting in your way.

You layed down to your bed closing your eyes for a moment letting your mind to ease at the silence you finally opened your eyes feeling comfortable for a little bit.

You heard your shared bedroom door knob getting opened you popped up your head only to find your one and only wife, Angie.

She had a long black nightdress while you are wearing a long white silk nightdress, when you both had eye contact you could see full of lust in her eyes.

Oh dear you thought to yourself, you gulp at this situation.

You didn't even notice she was right beside you, you let out gasp when she holds your waist she giggled at your actions.

You cheeks burns turning into pink blush she notice it before she started speaking she smiled at you.

„ you smell really nice.” you looked at her deadpan.

„ not in the mood angie let's sleep.” you layed again and rolled over your back facing her.

„ ugh but come on baby I've been longing for you.” her hand snaked at your waist and stopping at your center.

„ yeah well sorry to break it of to you but I'm not in the mood for sex.” you knew and she knew to herself that angelina wouldn't take a no for an answer especially when she wanted want she want.

She kissed your neck and gently rubbing your stomach, your eyes widened when she started to spoke again.

„ I know y/n, I saw the test you don't have to pretend.” that's when you rolled over to her gazing at her.

Your looking at her terrified field your eyes, she rubbed your cheeks you let out a sob.

She shushes you and layed beside you comforting you and making you relax so you can talk.

After you relaxed you were trying your best to avoid her eyes she's just holding your hands while you both are laying to the bed.

„ Are you mad...?” you let out a tear she brushes the tear away and made you look to her face you saw a smile on her face.

„ Why should I be mad? When I'm about to be a mother again?” she glance at you while you study her.

„ it's just that... you're gonna have a kid with me and you— we already have 6 kids.” you looked down at your hands fidgeting your fingers.

„ so? I want to have big family y/n.I want to live forever with you and have a family with you y/n.” she leaned into you and kissed yoh softly you put your arms around her neck and kissed her back.

You both kissed each other and pulling away for a moment you kept doing that again and again and again.

Your breath was heavier needing for air, you both chuckled to each other.

„ Let's have a appointment for a doctor, let's see if it's a girl or a boy.” you liked that idea and nodding at her.

You continue to lean in again and kissed again.

After that night you both had fallen asleep, you felt this is the best day ever, you can't help but dream about your baby that is growing on your stomach.

an: this is so sweet.

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wip tracker

using this to keep track of all my wips! if you are interested in any of these and want to know more/be added to a taglist for it just lmk :)

tower of silence | nct 

status in progress 

- part 1 - done!

- part 2 - done!

- part 3 - 1.5k words (last updated 10/1/2023)

pairing nct x fem!reader

featuring sungchan, jisung, yangyang, ten, doyoung, taeyong, xiaojun, jaemin, jungwoo, johnny, haechan, kun, taeil, yuta, jaehyun, winwin & rejun

genre dystopia, angst

synopsis Dema. The Tower of Silence. The holy land. A place full of fake promises and false security. A world divided by nine and ruled by one. No one gets in and no one gets out. With new bishops coming into play and the creation of a new power system, cracks in the barrier begin to reveal themselves. This may be the only chance the people of Dema have to save themselves. But after another failed attempt of leaving Dema, Y/N returns beaten and broken but she’s more determined than ever to leave. This time, she’s not alone. A story of triumph and failure, of blood and bruises, of love and loss. Trench lays on the outskirts of Dema. Can sins be forgotten and betrayal be forgiven when entering a new life? Or is all hope gone when the first step into no man’s land is taken?

lovely, dark and deep | jaehyun

status in progress - 800 words (last updated 3/1/2023)

pairing jaehyun x fem!reader

featuring jackson wang

genre angst

collab 1989 collab, based off of ‘out of the woods’ by taylor swift

synopsis Fame wasn't made for lovers. You should've known, if not even Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt could survive a Hollywood relationship, then what made you think you could? After too much pain caused by the spotlight, Y/N L/N and Jaehyun Jeong are forced to call it quits. Years later and Y/N has moved onto a new relationship, but she finds herself falling back into the comfort of her former lover. Despite their best efforts, it’s not that easy to leave the dark parts of a relationship behind

the code to falling | i.n.

status in progress - 1.7k words (last updated 27/12/2022)

pairing in x fem!reader

featuring the rest of skz and lee jeno 

genre angst

synopsis After falling out of love with her past boyfriend, Y/N needs to pick up the pieces and move on. She does this with the comfort of her close friend Yang Jeongin. But after a couple of shameful nights, soon Jeongin is the one falling in love. Y/N is devastated as she has to fall away from another relationship so soon. 

the 7 princes of hell | superm

status not started

pairing superm x fem!reader

featuring kai, ten, lucas, taeyong, mark, taemin and baekhyun 

genre n/a

synopsis “There have been various attempts throughout history by theologian scholars in the classification of Christian demons for the purpose of understanding the biblical and mythological context of adversarial spirits. Theologians have written dissertations in Christian demonology, classical occultism, classical mythology and Renaissance magic to clarify the connections between these spirits and their influence on various demons” Yet these classifications fail to cover the modern-day demons. They exist in every corner of the world. Conquering those who sin and punishing the ones who obey. Let me take you on a journey to meet the seven princes of hell

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