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dreamauri · 5 months

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hii!! i love your writing and i have an idea. toto wolff’s daughter used to date max but they broke up (bc yk mercedes and redbull rivalry) and she starts dating a footballer (it can be anyone that you want but i was thinking mason mount), but out of nowhere they break up and he shares in a podcast idk that shes still in love with her ex, max. id love to see how this would end 🫶🏻

┊𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max verstappen x fem! wolff! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 2, 104 ) ╰ 🫧 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

★ ☆ This was from like august, im so sorry its so late. ik the annon said anson mount, but i dont really know his personality that well, so you can just imagine any person you want ig ━━━━━

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2021

Everything was so blurry. You could see the illumination coming from your phone, little blurry grey and blue texts. You couldn't feel your body, ragged, unsteady breaths falling to and from your lungs.

"Block him. And delete his number. I don't want you to go out with him or be seen with him ever again." Your father's strong voice was the only sound in the room. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he wouldn't even look at you, rubbing his eyes as he sat on the bed of your hotel room.

Too many things were happening at once. This wasn't fair. This was wrong. "Aber papa." [but dad] "My words are final, Y/N." He spoke with such authority and strictness, you hated it when he was like that with you. Looking back down at you phone, you saw the 'seen' under the last bubble of text you sent.

Panic shot through you like a sharp arrow, hurt climbing through you. Scrambling quickly, you block the number and delete the contact. You couldn't bare to see the reaction or the reply. And you stood like that for a few minutes, the world falling apart as Toto talked. But you weren't listening. And you didn't want to listen. You didn't want to hear his voice.

And before you were to even realize it, you'd smashed the phone against the wall.

You tore the Mercedes shirt off your body, replaced it with a random sweater, stomping around the room, collecting your things. "What are you doing?" Toto stood up, watching you stuff you belongings in your bag. He held your wrist to stop you but you only yanked your arm back, shouting something at him, anything at him.

Toto was defiantly taken aback. He's never seen his little girl like this. Eyes red with tears, yet so angry. He never even thought he'd hear such hurtful words from you either. No father ever wants to hear 'i hate you' from their daughter, and it hurt right in his chest. You shoved the Mercedes shirt in chest, zipping up your bag and headed straight for the door.

"My love—" "Ich bin keine tochter von dir." [I'm no daughter of yours] Was the last thing he heard from you before the door was slammed shut.

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2023

The Las Vegas GP had truly ruined the city. Max couldn't even have a nice drive from his hotel to the circuit in peace. The traffic was heavy and the honking was loud. At this point if max could, he'd just dump the car in any corner and walk the few kilometres himself. But he couldn't. And this added another reason as to why he hated this Grand Prix so much.

Try something else, he told himself. Disconnect. Max turned on the radio flipping through the channels every two seconds when his ear caught something. His stomach was flipped upside down and he was pretty sure he felt like his lungs would explode.

"You broke up with Y/N L/N recently." "Yeah, I have." "But she was such a nice girl." "She is. She really is. She wasn't clingy or needy. Like the perfect amount." "And beautiful as well." "Very beautiful, if you get what i mean." The men on the podcast laughed. Max felt him self frown. How dare they talk about you like this was some sort of goldy locks story.

"Yeah, She's perfect and all. But she's really hung up on her ex. You didn't even have to ask her, you could just look at her and tell that she wanted something else. I'm not going to say names, but the guy really fucked her up."

fucked her up? Max felt his heart skip a beat, or even more likely, it stopped beating at all. He turned the radio off quickly, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles bled white. Of course he had fucked you up, no wonder things went the way they did. They shouldn't have went that way. He should've never gotten his rival team's boss' daughter to fall for him.

No! What was Max thinking? The months he spent with you were the best things that have ever happened to him. It wasn't his fault. How would he know the Mercedes and Red Bull relationship would grow so bitter. How would he knew you'd be caught in the cross fire. He spends one winter break with you and then it all rips to shreds.

Was that why you changed your Last name? So he wouldn't find you? Must've been since it did work in your favour.

Y/N L/N.

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Y/N L/N, Max thought as he typed the name into google. Your face was the first thing to pop up and Max had to hold down a gulp.

You definitely grew up. The playful and bubbly aura to the girl had almost completely dissipated, leaving a quiet and mature woman who looked very serious and uninterested, with a defiantly much more womanly body, enough to get you on the cover of vogue.

"You okay, mate?" Max looked up seeing Checo. They were gonna do the opening ceremony at any moment and the world champion did not look like he was in his head. Max quickly swiped off the tab and shrugged. "Nothing, just some drama." The blond waved it off, tucking the phone in his pocket.

The teams were being announced, starting with HAAS all the way up in the constructor ranking. "I never took you for a person to be interested in drama and stuff." Well, Checo was correct: Max wasn't into that kind of thing. He just happened to stalk his ex by accident since he couldn't get the thought of her out of his head.

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"You lied to me." You huffed, stuffing your hands in your pockets, refusing to take a step further. "I didn't lie to you, technically. I just didn't tell you." Your friend shrugged, hooking her arm with yours and forcefully pulling you along while you tried to resist. "I don't want to be here, you tricked me." "I did."

It was certainly a sight. Lady gaga dragging Y/N L/N at the paddock of the Las Vegas GP. "The cars dont bite, N/N." "Yeah! That's because I'll be the one biting you!" The woman quickly let go of you at the threat. You went to walk out only to find people looking at you with exited and confused eyes. The exit was now too far.

With a dissatisfied sigh, you held out your hand and Lady Gaga took it, continuing to pull you along. "Today's just the race. So we'll watch. We'll wave the flag and then we'll leave." "I'm not waving the flag." "I'll do it."

You folded your arms, watching from the bottom of the grid on the side as the drivers arrived on the grid. The cars were lined up with car #16 and #1 on the top row, thankfully far away from you. Thankfully, the Mercedes were also far enough as well. You definitely wouldn't stand out in some non-flashy hoodie and shorts. You would've dressed better if you knew you were going to end up being forced into this.

People didn't really notice you at all, more concentrated on the drivers and celebrities. But they soon did notice you, a celebrity being pointed at by a driver. 'No way' Danny ric mouthed, face bright with surprise, a wide smile and arched eyebrows. He waved you over, and waved even harder when you shook your head in decline. You didn't want to appear rude. So you stood to his side, side hugging him as he rambled on about how much you missed. And you listened. You couldn't hate danny. he was like a big brother since f1 was practically your life.

"You should've told me you were coming, ya know." "I didn't even know I was coming." You chuckled, looking around.

FUCK! you looked away quickly, cutting the eye contact with Max short. Bad idea. Very bad idea. You thought, heart hammering in your chest.

"He still loves you." "Huh?" You looked up at Daniel confused. "Max." "no no." you shook your head. "He does." "he doesn't." "He was searching you up." You paused. "I saw it, your name on google." "That's called stalking—" "But he still thinks of you." "good point . . ." "You should think about it, considering how things ended. I think you should at least be on the same page." ". . . thank you danny."

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"Oh shit." You looked at gaga confused. "Hold this for a second, something's in my eye." She handed you the chequered flag, more like shoved it into your chest while she went to fix her eyelash.

"A little faster." Your hurried, hearing the cars come around turn 17. But gaga took a step back continuing to try and fix her issue. With a huff, you stepped forward, leaning your body on the railing, waving the flag just in time for Max who crossed first.

When all the cars finished the last lap you finally took a step back, flexing your wrist tiredly from doing all these Xs. You turned to see Gaga smiling at you, her eyelashes long forgotten because there wasn't an issue all along.

"You suck." You grumbled, and she laughed taking the flag from you. And just like that, finally you were able to get out of there. The crowds were too busy watching the podium ceremony to see you exit and leave through the parking lot.

You plopped in your car, turning on the engine. You couldn't bring yourself to drive out though. The excuse would be that the engine was still not warm enough. But really, you didn't want to leave behind those blue eyes again. they deserve an explanation for what they read that night two and a half years ago. But it's not like max would know you're waiting for him, or find you if that's the case. How would he know you're waiting for him in your car?

Well however he knew, he knew. The passenger door was opened and the Dutch man sat in the seat next you. You didn't even realize he had been looking for you throughout the whole parking lot, hoping to see you again. You've been looking down at your hands for goodness knows how long. You only looked up one you heard him cup his hands together and blow into them.

You cleared your throat, turning the seat warmer on for him. He must've gotten used to the warm Monaco weather for a cold city like this. The two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes. You didn't dare to look back at him, because you knew he was looking at you. And if you looked at him, who knows what would happen next because for sure you're still fucking dying to kiss him.

"Max, I'm sorry." / "Y/N, I'm sorry."

The two of you froze, looking at each other. "You go first." Max nodded.

You took in a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts. "I didn't mean to end things that way." and i didn't want it to end, you wanted to add but opted to leave that out. "Torger barged in my room and told me to end it right then and there. I didn't really have a say in anything." You sighed deeply, scratching the back of your neck. A moment of silence dawned in the car until Max spoke again.

"That explains the spelling mistakes." he chuckled lightly, opening his phone and scrolling through until he found your message chat. You could see the 'ts pver' and 'domt tezt or tqlj to me wver afqin' messages at the bottom. an un received message holding the words 'wait what?' 'baby whats going on' you never saw these messages, you'd blocked him by then.

"We should've talked." You admitted. "In person- discussed things. This wasn't fair to you . . . I really am sorry. I should've never let someone take control of me like that. I ended up hurting you."

". . . I always thought you hated me." You sprung up eyes wide as you turned to him. "No no. Never." You shook your head. You weren't even over him. "I don't hate you, I never did, Max. You're too amazing and important to me for that." You didn't even realize the words coming out of your mouth.

The words that led the blond to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss. A kiss he'd been waiting almost 3 years for.

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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I'm really interested in what Vaggie's deal is

I'm surprised that through 4 episodes the one that's still the most mysterious is Vaggie. We know a little bit about everyone else, except for Niffty, that little adorkable freak, but Vaggie? What's her deal? I mean besides being an ex-Exterminator cause a lot about her behavior and lines is just really interesting to me.

Obviously she loves Charlie and wants to make her dreams come true. But the way she worded it in the song made it seem like they shared that maybe? She said that it felt so good to be understood. So she could have been seeing the years of Exterminations and then she realized that someone, not just anyone but the Princess of Hell is like her, she shared her goals. Or it could be them both being outcasts, Charlie is pretty soft and sweet for Hell, and Vaggie might have been too fed up with taking orders to kill and started acting out of line for an Exterminator.

Given that she said the way she learned to trust is by "surviving" and her whole military talk with everyone else I think it's safe to say that her own training was brutal. There's also the fact that she threatened to hurt the Hotel gang if they didn't catch Angel Dust, and then threw everyone off the roof and into battle by force because "it was how she was taught" to trust people.

Which is pretty fucked up and even Charlie called her out on it and was surprised.

And that brings me to something else, it's possible that Charlie doesn't know that Vaggie was an Exterminator. When they're on the roof Vaggie says she's supposed to make Charlie's dream a reality, to protect her and to never fail her. That last one seemed particularly important and she follows it up with "If I can't help you what's the point of me?"

Before those words we had Charlie say "Vaggie you're not- you're not-" what? I'm assuming she meant to say a failure but then why hesitate? Maybe she wanted to say she wasn't like the rest of the Exterminators anymore? But if Charlie knew that why would she question Vaggie's way of trust exercises?

As soon as Charlie starts to try and comfort her girlfriend she stops her, which makes me think that Vaggie doesn't feel like she's worthy of Charlie unless she can prove it somehow. She doesn't even want to hear how she's making Charlie happy because in that moment she thought she was a failure. But as soon as Charlie is sad in the next episode Vaggie is ready to stay by her side until she feels better and later carries her to bed. She's willing to give comfort and love but seems very hesitant in getting it back.

It seems to go with what Husk said, Vaggie hates herself and so she judges others and doesn't trust them because her walls are constantly up. The only one she lets get to her is Charlie and even then there are barriers she still has up.

When she sings the lyrics, "When I saw your face you made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place." I think this is going back to her and Charlie's first meeting, where Vaggie went from seeing Hell as a horrible place to seeing there are those like Charlie there and that it really wasn't all bad. She fell to Hell and became a Sinner in a way, no longer there to kill but there to say, a place that she once knew now seen in a different light.

But the verse that really made me think she's actually hiding the fact that she was from Heaven is the line "There's so much that I wish I could say... I'll spend my life being your partner." At this point I'm not sure that Vaggie even fully trusts Charlie. Because why would she hide who she is from the one person who she should know won't judge her for past mistakes, whose dream it is to help people?

She needs to be sure redemption is possible, she needs to be sure that when she tells Charlie the truth that there is hope for her own redemption. No one ever ascended up but now we have at least 3 who fell, one is depressed as fuck, one has been missing for 7 years and the last hates herself and is unable to open up to her girlfriend without fear of rejection and her own failure.

None of these people seem to be in a good place right now.

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel theory

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s1ckh1mb0 · 10 months

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Sisters bf! Hobie x reader

Black! Feminine Reader in mind (Kind of the opposite of him)

Cw- cheating, nsfw, reader is said to have piercings

You had a huge dislike for you sister as she like to see herself as better than you. So when she came home to you to show off her boyfriend you were shocked. He looked like none of her exes, something about him caught your eye but you couldn’t tell what.

He started to come over a lot but it seem whenever she would talk to him he would be annoyed or disengaged. It didn’t take long for the two start to argue in you guys shared apartment. Days of arguing turned into weeks but at the end of the night all you could hear was thumping from their headboard hitting the wall.

As much as you hated the two being together you couldn’t deny that you liked spending time with Hobie. Watching movies together, him helping you with your hair, going to get piercings together all of it made you so happy. But of course this pissed your sister off. Things were going pretty smoothly until you and Hobie returned from a concert together to sound of moaning filling the apartment. Before you can even process what was Hobie busted down their door.

There in the bed was your dear sister and her “bestfriend” with a dumb ass look on their face. “Have you lost you’re fucking mind?!” Hobies face was red in anger. You couldn’t help but giggle at how your sister was stuttering and hiccuping while trying to make excuses for herself. Instead of getting angry at herself for getting caught she instead redirects her anger at you.

She starts screaming and throwing things at you which catches you by surprise. You suddenly feel an arm wrapped around your waist as your pulled into his chest, shielding you from all the upcoming objects. “See that’s why I cheated on you, you’re always sitting here protecting this fucking whore!” Your sister spewed. Before Hobie could come to your defense you spoke up “Oh you wanna see whore I’ll fucking show you whore then.”. Without a second thought you grabbed Hobie shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss. He was taken aback a bit but without hesitation kissed back.

Once you pulled to get air back the room was eerily silent. You turned to your sister with a smirk while panting “Now you can call me a whore.”. She got up to lunge at you but was quickly grabbed by Ari (the guy she was sleeping with) and as much as she flailed and screamed she couldn’t get out of his grip. You both took that opportunity to leave the room and head to yours on the other side of the apartment.

Hobie sat on your bed moving one of your many plushies over to the side. You were pacing around your room with your mind racing, though it felt good to get back at your sister you couldn’t believe what you had done. “C’mere baby” He pulled you in by your belt loop sitting you on his lap. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose “I can’t believe this shit. Just who the fuck does this bitch, got the nerve to be calling me out my name and shit.”

While you ranted Hobie watched your lips with such intensity. They way your gloss shined with everything you said. Your vertical labret piercing that you got when he recommended it was an excuse he used every time you caught him staring at your lips when you talked. You went on and on about how pissed you were and Hobie couldn’t lie to himself… that shit turned him on. He loved when you got serious about something. The way you always made sure that your point got across and how determined you were just sparked something in him.

You were nothing like your sister, who was currently arguing with her sneaky link in the other room. As much as Hobie loved to listen to you talk he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. In the middle of you ranting he slid his hand to your ass giving it a rough squeeze making you gasp. His free hand wrapped your throat giving it a light squeeze before running his thumb across your bottom lip. You felt your face start to get hot as you started to become horny “Hobie this is wrong…”

“You think I give a damn honestly? Hell the only reason I stayed with your sister was so I can keep coming to see you. Your eyes widened in shock “Hol on explain my nigga.”. “It’s very simple honestly let’s compare you and ya sister. She’s the neediest and bitchiest person I have ever met and I’ve been to different universes and shit. But you on the other hand.. you’re the most smartest, fiercest, and by far the sexiest damn person I’ve ever met.” He grabbed your waist pushing you on to his bulge. “And I intend to prove it.”

Imma be honest I didn’t even watch the spider movie so I’m sorry if this is ooc for him😭

Part 2 is up!!

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xxxsaturnxx · 10 months

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False accusations

modern!au

pairing modern!abby anderson × f/reader

characters; reader*, abby anderson, readers parent(s). ellie williams (mentioned), owen moore (mentioned),

Cw: strong language, some plot, some p*rn, arguments/accusations, suggested infidelity (cheating), mentions of owen

Im kinda rusty so please be kind(I AM SO SORRY ITS SO LONG )

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It had been a long day. Woke up early, got ready for work, got to work, didn't have any breaks, then went to my ex's, and got home later than I wanted to. Which would definitely cause some problems with Abby. Oh, boy... I wasn't ready for the arguing and accusations. But maybe she was already asleep.

And mad at me.

Fuuuuck.

I slipped the key into the lock, slowly turning them to unlock the door, sneaking in with caution and ease. Something I've been good at since... Forever, I guess.

The coast was clear. No lights on, no tv shows playing, no music, no nothing. I let out a sigh of relief, fist pumping the air in excitement. I would rather Abs be asleep and mad at me instead of awake and arguing. She never really liked me being out late anyways unless she was there.

Flick. A light turned on, casting a big, mean shadow.

Oh fuck. No, no, no.

"Did you have fun out today?" Abby stood im the hallway, her shadow looming over me. She was beyond pissed. I did not need to look at her to know, I could feel and hear it. "Meet up with some friends?"

*What?" | dropped my bag on the floor and hung up the keys,

"Abby, I've been at work since morning. What're you on about?" turning to her with a confused look.

*You work from nine in the morning to seven at night."

"Yeah?"

"It's almost ten, Y/N! Where were you?" Abby marched over to me, crossing her huge arms across her chest and glaring down at me.

"Abby, I don't have time for this. I was getting a few things from my mom, that's all.” I partially lied. I wasn't with my mom but I was retrieving some of my belongings from my ex.

"Yeah? Or were you out fucking Ellie?"

I gave her a disgusted look, shaking my head at her. Not because of who she said I was with but because of her accusation. She knows I would never cheat on her. Not now, not ever. Why would she even think that?

"Fucking, excuse me?"

"Does this look familiar?" Abby pulled up a photo of me and Ellie speaking to one another, fiddling with our hands, a nervous smile present on both parties lips, "Owen sent me a photo of you two together.

My eyes snapped up to hers, now raging at the name coming out of her mouth, "fucking, who!? Owen!?" | scoffed, rolling my eyes at her and shaking my head, "why's he still in your contacts? Why do you have his number?"

"Don't turn the tables on me, Y/N. Answer me."

At that point, I was already fed up with her bullshit, waving my hand in her face as I walked down the hall to our shared bedroom. Abby chased me down, hot on my heels.

"Fuck you, Abigail."

"Fuck me? No, Y/N, fuck you!" Abby's voice cracked a bit, not because she was crying but because she had been raising her voice at me and she hated doing so.

I scoffed at her rebuttal and tried to slam the door but abby caught it with her foot just in time, "The reason I have his number is so he can take my shifts like how i did for our anniversary!"

I rolled my eyes and scoffed again “ Yeah right how do i know that you haven’t been fucking behind my back then!” Abby had a pained look on her face.

“Do you seriously think that i would cheat on you? After everything!” Abby swung the door open so roughly it shook the wall. “Of course not but why would you think i would do that to you? Especially since you know how my last relationship ended and how badly it fucked me up!”

My eyes were tearing up as i remember how badly it hurt when i walked in on Ellie and Dina on our anniversary a few years back. Abby sighed and rubbed her face with her hands in an attempt to calm down.

“I-i look I shouldn’t have accused you. I guess I was just scared that you’d leave me for her or something and I shouldn’t have listened to Owen for all we know he’s just trying to stir up drama. I'm sorry.” Abby looked down while rubbing the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry I tried to flip it back to you, the truth is i was just getting some of my old stuff back it was just stuff i didn’t have the balls to get back yet.” I pulled out small photos of my childhood and some souvenirs and pins.

“I know it doesn’t look like much but these mean alot to me.” Abby pulled me into a hug and kept me there “oh baby, I’m sorry but why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve gotten that stuff for you or helped.”

My face buried in her chest i sighed “ i wanted to do it myself not burden you. You already do so much for me anyway.” I wipe my face with my sleeve as i break the hug

“How about i reward you for being so brave and to make it up to you too .” Abby holds me by my waist and looks me in the eyes. “That sound good princess?” I nod eagerly and wrap my arms around her neck.

“Yeah, that sounds really good.” I squealed as she picked me up and took me to the edge of the bed. Abby pulled me into a steamy kiss and laid me down as she crawled on top of me never breaking the kiss.

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My chest pressed down against the sheets as one hand propped onto my hip while the other was rubbing up and down my spine. "Aren't you just the prettiest girl, huh baby?" Abby teases me her breath right on my neck.

My mouth hangs open, just at the thought of her lips on where i most need her. I can feel Abby smirk at how reactive I am to her touch and how I arch my back into her. Then that familiar, intoxicating feeling of me stretching at Abby's girth, drew out a light whimper from my lips.

"You're doin' so good baby taking me like the slut you are." Abby covers my body with hers and i can feel her chest on my back as she starts to move. Her relentless pace that she set was mind numbing to the point that i was drooling at the sensation.

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, Abby groaning, and my pornographic moans. Abby's large hands pushed my head down into the pillow, muffling me so her own sounds of pleasure were heard. She even seemed to be slowing her pace, one hand slipping down to my hip while the other tug my head up by my hair, lips nearing my ear.

"God baby you're grippin me so tight, I can barely move." a thin sheen of sweat covers both of our bodies. My juices forming a ring at the base of Abby's strap, the sounds the strap going in and out of me are deafening, yet so satisfying to hear on repeat.

"Abby, please," was all I could say, begging her to just ruin me.

"Please what, baby? Use your words, don't be shy now." I whimpered at her teasing, aching for all of her. I can feel a coil in my stomach tighten even more and i give in. "Please Abby let me cum, please please please!"

Abby coos and quickens her pace. Her grip becomes bruising as she shows no mercy pounding into me. "There you go baby. You sound so pretty when you beg, go ahead princess cum, you've earned it." Abby whispers through gritted teeth as she pressed her mouth to my ear.

The coil snapped and my body froze momentarily, a small shiver taking over, my eyes rolling back, and moans that ended up increasing in volume came out of my voice box. Abby didn't even stop there, still thrusting into me so I could ride out my high.

“There you go, such a pretty slut for me huh?” Abby’s thrusts slowed as she starts soothing me with gentle hands. A clear contrast of her seconds before. My hands go to hold abby’s hand on my hip and i start rubbing shapes into the back of her hand.

“I think you really made it up to me abs.” Abby slides out of me with a small chuckle leaning into my back. Abby leans up to kiss the back of my neck. “What do you say we take a nice relaxing bath right now, princess?”

I turn as much as i can to look at her, a sex drunk smile on my lips. “Mmmmm that would be amazing.”

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manawari · 4 months

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Girl, girl, we assumed "Wildest Dreams" to be Jinhae's anthem, but what about other ships? 👀 Any thoughts on which songs would fit them?

Hey! Do you know there's another song that can be Jinhae's anthem? Not Letting Go — You caught me at the end of all my rope. Show me all the light I'd never known. And I'm not letting, not letting go. Every wall I built for years you broke. Black and white world, you're a whole rainbow. And I'm not letting, not letting go~

And for other ships? Hmm, I have some ideas—

Choibaek:

"Strawberries And Cigarettes" by Troye Sivan → this is just a personal choice of mine. Particularly because of the "cigarettes" part which is associated with Jong-in a lot. And also, part of this song is a fic I will never get to write 😅. Plus, it's the whole ✨ vibe ✨ — Yoon-ho smelling strawberries and cigarettes in his suit after being in a car alone with Jong-in to release some pent up stress from work. Them realizing that they're more than just rivals, yet don't know how to act on it until they almost kiss, leaving Yoon-ho pray to give his heart a holiday. Plus, I'm a firm believer of Choibaek pining over each other intensely:>

"Taste" by Stray Kids → I BLAME STORM ON THIS ONE. She posted a video for the Solo Leveling Boyband AU, and since then, I can't imagine Choibaek having the same tension as this song has. Jong-in is literally a fire mage, don't you think he can make anything he touches hot?

"Don't let me love you" by Stray Kids → Storm sent me this when we were brainrotting about the Choibaek exes AU. I can imagine both Jong-in and Yoon-ho being in denial of their feelings because they're still stuck in the mindset of their rivalry and how much they hate each other.

Minlee:

"Enchanted" by Taylor Swift → this is technically my go-to Minlee anthem. Minlee is what I call "beautiful what-if" — two souls with shattered pasts had been brought together and healers who learned to heal each other. Romance between hunters is amazing and cool and breathtaking, but a romance between healers? It's like you're stepping into a shrine and you hear a distant echo of someone singing. I forever live with the fact that both Ju-hee and Byung-gyu will feel "enchanted" of meeting each other — can you imagine meeting someone who mirrors your soul and understands the pain you've gone through? Someone who won't let you break down again? Someone who won't make you worry?

Woozhi:

"Taste" by Stray Kids → need me to elaborate?

"Midnight Rain" by Taylor Swift → ZHIGANG IS SUNSHINE JIN-CHUL IS MIDNIGHT RAIN—

Sungyoo:

I can't remember a lot of songs that share the same vibe as Jin-ho and Jin-ah. Though, I imagine songs that are similar to "Paper Rings" — cute, sweet, fit for youthful romances like Jin-ah and Jin-ho.

Sungpark:

"Betelgeuse" by Yuuri → I'm not going to place the entire translated lyrics, otherwise the post would be too long than it should haha! Anyways, one of the stanzas that fit Ill-hwan and Kyung-hye: "we found each other, pulled towards each other, under the same sky. When we shine, we'll do it together, so we promised. Far and away, a never-ending Betelgeuse. Magic that connects one to another." — I don't think this needs to be elaborated either:')

Heeseok:

Yes. I can't get enough of this couple now! The more I think of Eun-seok, the more canon he feels. He's not some forgotten SL character to me anymore. Pairing him with Hee-jin just came out of the blue, but it's not like I'll be sorry when they already stole my heart from brainrots!

"Can't Stop Loving You" by Toya Takase (ft. Emi Noda) → fun fact: this is the song I used for inspiration in my 1st Heeseok fic under the same title. It gives me the idea that regardless of whatever Eun-seok is, Hee-jin can't bring herself to stop loving him, especially when he's still that cute gentle and kind hunter in spite of his flaws. You might not understand the whole lyrics, but you can feel the main point of the song, as well in the title:).

#manawari talks

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The Flash OC ⚡️

Leanna O’Conner 🌺

Full Name: Leanna Kira O’Conner

Nicknames: Lea, Lana, Anna, Annie, O’Conner, Doc, Darling, Flower

Age depending on the season: 32–38 (but she always looks young for her age)

Height: 5'3

Job: Assistant, Scientist, Detective and overall help of Team Flash

Shows she appears in: The Flash, Arrow, Supergirl, DC Legends Of Tomorrow and etc

Relationships: Ex-boyfriend Eowells and Harrison Wells Earth 2. Currently single.

Friendships: Iris West, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, Kara Danvers, Barry Allen, Felicity Smoak, Ray Palmer and the list goes on

Power Set: She doesn't have powers but ends up effected by the explosion and timeline change years later. Ends up with really good sense of hearing, enhanced listening which comes in handy.

~~~~~

Leanna was hired by Dr. Harrison Wells to be his little helper knowing she also has a background in science and tech, with a strong heart. That moment he knew she was someone who keep an eye on.

She quickly became friends with Caitlin, Ronnie, Cisco and Hartley having other scientists and engineers of S.T.A.R. Labs join in on the fun of their friendship. Over her months, more like a year, of working with them whole team she developed a huge love and respect for them. Lea grew close to Dr. Wells having a small crush on the older man, little did she know he felt the same way. Soon enough the night of Explosion came and everything changed.

Later on Leanna was sent to recruit Barry Allen since doctor Wells wanted to keep the coma patient at Star Labs instead, she agreed knowing that they can probably help him out when the time came. 9 months later Barry woke up and training with his speed began! One night, Harrison spoke into the microphone saying, “Run Barry Run!” for the first time as his hand causally slipped onto Lea’s in a comforting grip and she smiled back, leaning into his touch.

Later on the two started rather quickly dating over that. Dinner dates, kisses shared, hand holding, smiles, late night talks and etc. Love was in the air, friendships grew, Team Arrow came to visit Central City aka Oliver, Felicity and Ray, Team Flash was at its highest point but The Reverse Flash was out there…

Later Leanna gets a feeling that Harrison is hiding something from her and she confront him about him, Harrison tells her it’s nothing. Until a few days later while she’s walking down the hallways one morning at the Lab she leans against the wall noticing how difficulty tougher the wall felt and stumbles into room in between the wall where Thawne kept his suit and Gideon. EoWells became the new name.

Leanna is in shock finding the information as Gideon greets her saying “Hello Ms O’Conner. But you are only that last name during this lifetime. How may I be of assistance ma’am?” Leanna ask her the questions she has. But before she can ask about article and Eowells real family history, her boyfriend sneaks in behind. Eowells was standing, as he sat in Lea his famous chair and questioning her action by entering the Time Vault.

Eowells grumbles and pinching his nose, “Lea my dear, I love you. I really do but I can’t believe you’ll ask Gideon AND NOT ME!”

Leanna glares, “Oh please, Harrison or should I call you Eobard? I asked you earlier and you refused to answer me! If you really wanted my help or something, you could’ve been honest…do you care about me or am I just a game in your plan to build Team Flash..?”

“I-I do care! I can’t have them knowing yet, I promise you I will tell them about who I am and we can be together forever.”

“A week.”

“I’ll execute the best to way to tell them.”

“Or I tell the team.”

“You wouldn’t dare, I can tell your bluffing my dear.”

That night lead to screams, heartache and anger for the pair. Eobard told her bits and pieces of his story, but not everything keeping it a lie and Leanna fell for it. He hated seeing her that way, noticing the light and laughter flickering out of his girlfriend that night, pulling Lea into his arms, he kissed her and begged for forgiveness. She didn’t even know what to think, but let it slide hoping he kept his promise.

As weeks went on, Eobard didn’t say a word to Team Flash BUT Leanna did! She revealed his identity to Barry, Cisco, Caitlin, Joe and even Iris as they all worked against him. Eddie died sadly. Of course they defeated Reverse Flash, Barry went back in time to see his mother and they created a wormhole in Central City. Ronnie and Barry stopped it as Leanna held Caitlin in her arms knowing how heartbreaking it must’ve been for her friend.

~~~~

(Season 2–3)

Months later, everyone was working once again at Star Labs after a break from the chaotic year. Leanna worked with Joe and Caitlin most of those months as a biologist and detective. She became friends with Penny and her sister Patty, eventually finding a video tape for Barry and handing it to him. On there the video tape Eobard Thawne aka FAKE Harrison Wells confession to the murder of Nora Allen and his faults towards his relationship with Leanna O’Conner, saying that her and Barry have inherited a chunk, if not most of S.T.A.R Labs.

Everything was turning up nicely until two visitors from EARTH-2. Jay aka ZOOM and Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells. The moment Lea lay her eyes on Harry in Star Labs, she felt like she saw a ghost, like she was gonna throw up. The girl didn’t know what to think the long hours she spend standing near Wells and trying to get to know him. Cisco hated him, saying he was a grump and a total dick while Lea kept watch while working on a few test items noticing a look in Harrison Wells eyes. Anger, confusion, sadness and annoyance. The same way she felt.

She told Cisco, “Sooner or later, every man shows himself.” And Harry did. He was a little nicer in a way with Team Flash, being mostly closer to Cisco and Leanna. The three could be bickering over everything! However Harry seemed to care about her, finding her presents kind and lighten up his mood every once in a while. He barley heard her laugh or smile too often but when he did, he smiled.

One night, Leanna was closing the windows in Star Labs and checking up on the rooms before leaving it all to Harry. She stumbled into one of the labs searching for jacket that held a small brown notebook she lost earlier during the week. “Ah ha! I knew I left it in here…” She said with a small nod, noticing a small black notebook that was open with nice handwriting inside. She smiled.

Harry walked into the lab with a half nod and taking a seat near the sets of tables, grabbing his black markers and a white notepad scribbling down an idea. He felt her eyes on him and chuckled slightly, “Yes, O’Conner?”

“Is this yours?” She asked with a small half smile, taking a seat in one the stools pointing to the notebook.

He turned around questioning her query and eyes widen at the small black notebook, snatching it of the table and closing it. He glanced between the notebook and her before he asked, “What did you..see? In this case of the notebook, O’Conner.”

“Just your handwriting, and a narrative in the way you wrote a note, like a storyteller. And a name.” She replied honestly, pushing her hair out of her face. Harry questioned her knowledge cue her to speak more and she continued, “The name, Jesse, popped up on that small note.”

“…my daughter, Jesse. I told you and your team that Zoom took her, while some of his Metas came here to Earth 1. I miss her…”

“I can tell you do. I have a few nieces and nephews, I know how it feels to miss children you love…”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because, Harry, you aren’t like the others. I can see the pain and anger in yours eyes after losing your light and laughter, being your daughter…I know that because I felt it. When your told the truth and something you love is taken from you..it hurts.”

“You were hurt before, weren’t you Lana?”

“Yeah. I was hurt before by Thawne, friends while I was child..even told that a woman couldn’t do much better than a man in my line of work.”

“They’re idiots.”

“What?”

“I’ve haven’t known you long but I can tell enough. Your very smart, kind, understanding and a badass with a gun. Hell, you shot down three Metas this month and cuffed them in front of the group like it was nothing. You show a lot of love and compassion towards everyone.”

“I was taught well. But don’t sell yourself short, Harry. Your a genius and gentle, a bit grumpy but it adds to your charm. You’re very understanding about a lot of things and see a lot compassion in people, notice things that they don’t.”

It was like sparks flew between that in that moment, of course they pair was attractive to each other after some time working together but this month felt stronger than ever. Harry saw a light flickering return in her eyes while Lea saw a balance of hope returning in his. Lea’s heart fluttered softly for him and Harry’s heart beats strongly for her. Two kept their emotions in control, not knowing what to say or do about this feeling..

Until Christmas time came near and Cisco hung mistletoe in Star Labs cortex, in hopes to have Caitlin and Jay along with the other couples to celebrate and kiss. But Cisco Ramon didn’t expect to walk into the Cortex, to find Harry Wells hands cupped onto Lea O’Conner’s face with such joy as her arms wrapped around his waist lean in for another sweet kiss. The two were in their own little world all smiles and no sorrow..

Cisco cleared his throat with his hands on his hips and yelled, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t The Grump and The Lady!”

The two snapped their heads towards Cisco in utter shock and slightly annoyance wanting to kick him out of the room. “Ramon!” Harry yelled with his hands still gently cupping his lady’s face, “Don’t you knock?!”

“Seriously, Cisco?!” Lea yelled at the same time as Harry did grumbling under her breath.

Cisco just laughed while also in shock wanting to know everything about this situation. He swore to not tell a soul but it didn’t last long as he told Barry, Iris and Caitlin, even Joe and Jay found out. They didn’t know how their relationship started exactly but it did and it felt just right. To add onto the dynamic, it was honestly a adorable height difference, if you ask Caitlin.

The two were inseparable, with Harry always standing behind her as his hands, placed comfortably on Lea’s shoulders as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She would smile taking one of his hands, placing a gentle kiss onto her knuckles that always tinkered with items in the lab. They weren’t big on PDA however the couple always seen giving small kisses on each other’s cheeks and forehead.

Of course, they bickered and fought like an old married couple at least twice a week, even over the smallest things.

~~~~~

Plenty of things happened, Harry got shot by Patty, a few metas, Jay revealed to actually be Zoom, and of course the famous trip to Earth 2 to save Jesse…Let’s just say Lea met Jesse under the worst circumstances as Zoom kidnapped her as well for high leverage over Team Flash.

Jesse screamed, ranted and cried the whole time, in the beginning Lea felt sorry for her and comforted the girl. Until her temper started to rise and snapped at the poor girl, telling Jesse that everything will be fine and that she’s braver than this! Eventually Jesse stopped and started talk to her to figure out how to escape. Thankfully Barry, Cisco, Harry, Killer Frost and others saved them! They all returned to Earth 1 with a survivor of Zoom to reveal himself as the REAL Jay Garrick.

Everyone bonded, a few metas came in here and there. Harry, Lea, and Caitlin had to saved Jesse from going into shock. Lea and Jesse formed a bond afterwards. Plenty of other things happened as Barry’s dad died while trying to help them.

Eventually they defeated Zoom and everything was fine, until Barry created Flashpoint and you know what happened there! Team Flash was dealing with bigger issues due that change in the timeline order cause of the different Meta Humans, Caitlin becoming Killer Frost, Harry and HR, relationships blooming, the yearly crossover events and etc.

Forget to mention, Harry was a little jealous when HR would be flirty or anything similar to that with Lea. HR adored all the couples, especially Barry and Iris! But deep down he knew she was Harry’s lady.

~~~~~

As crazy it was, it was home. One afternoon, Harry walked into the lab to find Lea tinkering a equation for a biological connect between a few Meta humans and a new answer to Jesse’s speeding powers, getting a huge headache. He smiled, resting his hand on her waist kissing her shoulder tenderly. It was a rare occasion where he was the one easing her thoughts. Usually it was the other way around, with her being the one to do so, but it felt good.

Lea leaned into Harry’s touch and eased looking up at him with a small smile. They only been together for two years but it felt like they were the married couple of Team Flash with how comfortable they are around each other. She laced her lips giving him a cheeky kiss as he went in for another kiss.

“You forgot to add the 3 and subtract the 15, that’s why your having trouble.” Harry commented, taking the pen to fix the equation and being a genius, he solved it immediately.

“Of course I did. I’m better with a gun and genetic codes then rude math stuff..” Lea replied with a small huff, pointing to the paperwork.

“That’s why I’m the billionaire genius.”

“And I’m the junior biologist.”

“A gorgeous biologist, may I add.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“I would!”

Before she can replied or add anything else, Harry lifted the girl into her arms wrapping the love of his life into her arms grinning. Lea wrapped around his neck when suddenly she hissed her face laying on Harry’s chest, feeling a headache and a sharp ringing in her ears. His gripping stayed strongly against hers, rubbing her back until it passed and when it did, Harry asked, “Uh honey what was that? Are you okay?”

Lea whimpered for a moment and nodded, “I’m fine. I heard a ringing like a bell..or the elevator.”

“From here? Darling, your sure it’s not a headache…you’ve been having a lot of those recently.”

“No..it’s not.”

As if on cue, Cisco came in with a confused face holding a corn dog and texting Barry on his phone. He looked up and noticed the couple sensing something was wrong, Harry was skeptical, it happened out of the blue as he watch Lea’s reactions and his face lighted up.

Cisco tossed Harry his machine and they the used old Meta Human detector waving it in front of her until it’s started slowly beating a gentle as Harry and Cisco face lit up. After a few hours it was confirmed, Leanna caught onto elements of being Meta Human!

—-

Hours and days passed as Leanna O’Conner became aware of her powers that bounced within her. She had to ability to have enhanced hearing. Cisco and Harry were VERY proud they found out of her abilities firsthand while Caitlin kept her abilities a secret. That was until Cisco and Lea found out with Barry about her power set. They love Caitlin and embraced her new abilities, even if Killer Frost revealed to be a bit of a insecurity for her. But Lea was always by her side for all of it!

To say Lea struggled with her powers was a understatement, there were moments where she heard everything from a 4 mile radius and moments where she couldn’t hear anything at all. The first days she couldn’t sleep or think straight, having to wear noise canceling headphones that Cisco and Harry built for her or Iris hug her from behind to hush her worries.

Weeks past and everything changed for Team Flash, they’re team grew up but also downgraded. Since Killer Frost kept showing up making issues harder, Savitar kept wanting to kill Iris, Wally West got powers and started dating Jesse, and etc.

OH! The Invasion, The Musical Crossover Event and happened as well. In result, was a world wrestling issue for the teams as Supergirl, Arrow, Legends and others join in. Barry and Iris even got engaged twice, which everyone celebrated.

More Metas came to town, causing Lea to take action and step up even more with Team Flash, since she was always behind the scenes of all the action. Time travel happened and then it was the night of Iris’s death…

It was a crazy nightmare for Barry and the rest of Team Flash, fighting against time to save Iris from Savitar and Killer Frost. Stressful, heartbreaking and frustrating to say the least. In the end they won, H.R. swapped positions with Iris, as she went to kill Savitor with a gun she took from Lea.

There was a small funeral held for H.R. Wells during a somewhat cold rainy day, everyone dressed in black underneath umbrellas burying their short lived friend. Caitlin returned as Killer Frost for the funeral telling Lea and Cisco she needs some time to figure herself out but will return later on. A few days later, Lea and Cisco were packing up for a small trip to Earth 2 with Harry when a portal opened a few blocks away result all of Team Flash to take action.

The portal was The Speed Force wanting Barry to spend some time with them for a while, for his issues of messing with the timeline. It was heartbreaking to see Barry Allen go, Lea held Iris in her arms comforting the girl as she had to watch her fiancé leave for a while. Julian, Cisco, Harry and Joe stayed behind watching the mere sad action take place as a group…

Thanks to reading and I hope you liked it. If you have any questions onto Season 4-5 put them in the comment section below 👇🏼

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wolfiemcwolferson · 9 months

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hiya, i am so so so so soft for single dad alex, i would love for you to go on!!

You got here first, so I’ll answer you but also tag everyone who asked for part two! @princewis @disneykidfics @sharedshield

Part two of the single dad AU.

Alex hasn’t found an emergency sitter yet.

It’s normally the first thing he does when he moves to a new place, but they had moved here with such short notice that Alex is still wrapping up things he’s left behind at the last place and so... He doesn’t have an emergency sitter.

Reg is watching TV, glancing at him with those knowing little eyes through the window occasionally as George cycles through his emergency emergency phone list.

He doesn’t use it often, but when he does…

It’s just that he only started this job this week and he knows that in two weeks when he’s had a chance to settle in, this won’t be a problem.

“Nope,” Alex clips out, “I understand. It’s a - yeah, it’s very last minute.”

He listens to Audrey make another excuse. She’s in London, doesn’t Alex know that? She can’t be there tomorrow. No, she doesn’t want Alex to meet her halfway. She’d have to borrow a car and -

Alex tunes her out when he catches Reg looking at him again, he pastes a too large smile on his face and then he steps further into the garden, out of his line of sight.

It’s just…he hates calling his ex's family when it messes with Reg, but he reminds her with too much force, “He’s your nephew and you’ve not seen him since October.”

He regrets it immediately. She rushes him off the phone with half promises and Alex knows the next time he calls, she won’t answer.

“Fucking entitled -“

“Alex?” George’s head comes over the garden wall and he looks so startled that Alex has to do a double take.

After the very very lovely dinner they shared where Alex learned that George was a school teacher and that he had lived in this area his entire life and that he liked to cook but he was still adjusting to cooking for one, Alex had seen him every morning as George dipped into his house from his run, waving at Alex and Reg as they left for their day.

“I’m so sorry,” George says, talking fast, “I didn’t mean to overhear you, but I was out having some tea and I couldn’t help but hear -“

Alex’s instinct is to clam up.

His instinct is to shut down because it’s his life isn’t it and -

But George says, “I would be so happy to watch Reg for you while you have to work.”

And there’s no hardness in his voice, only a smile.

“If, of course, you’re comfortable with that.”

Alex turns it over in his head just once. Reg quite likes George. And George seems to be a trustworthy sort. And he’s incredibly sweet.

(He ignores the way he maybe wants to kiss him a bit. Just to see what his lips taste like.)

“I’ve got to warn you. It’s race weekend and Reg won’t miss a single second. You’ll have to be parked up in front of the television for hours.”

George looks faintly amused. “It’s quite sweet he is that into racing. I used to kart when I was a child. But I was a bit rubbish. We can watch the race, sure.”

Alex realizes that George is missing fundamental information about his and Reggie’s lives, but it can probably wait.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I can…I can probably still find someone -“

“Alex,” George laughs and Alex will not spiral about the way he says his name, nope. Not appropriate. “I want to. I quite like him. And…” he inhales, “My sister is a single parent. I know how hard it is for her.”

Oh.

Yeah, that changes everything.

George truly gets it - not in the way other single parents do, but he gets it in the way that he knows how hard it is. To do it all alone.

“Okay,” Alex nods, “yeah, let’s do it. Why don’t you come over and I’ll show you where everything is?”

“Now?” George asks, eyebrows creeping up his forehead.

“Yeah, now, but -“ Alex starts to laugh as George tries to climb the wall between them, “why don’t you use the door, George? If you crack your skull open, we’ll both be in trouble for tomorrow, yeah?”

George only looks slightly flustered when he says, “Right, the door.”

Alex watches him wave a bit before disappearing into his house and Alex does not have time to be having thoughts about him.

Nope. That is…entirely inappropriate and wrong.

"Reg," Alex says, sliding the door open to the house. "George is going to stay with you tomorrow while I'm at work."

Reggie sighs, sitting up and pausing the television. "Does he know that it's race weekend? There are practices to watch tomorrow."

But as the doorbell rings, the mask slips and Reggie looks elated. Alex feels guilty all over again.

He's attached.

One dinner and a couple of hello's in the street and Reg is attached.

#galex #single dad au #there's more to be told here

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floralcyanide · 9 months

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

ed baldwin x gn!reader

Upon hearing bad news, Ed just needs someone there for him.

warnings: spoilers for For All Mankind, child death, minor character death, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/ comfort, cuddling, just friends but also mutually crushing type vibes

word count: 1271

author's note: here's the ed angst I've had bouncing around in my head. I feel it's kind of uneventful, but I had to write this and share it with the world because I love putting characters I love through the wringer for no reason. enjoy!

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You had watched helplessly as Ed destroyed the Soviet camera. It was seated in an open space between rocks and neatly covered up until Ed ripped the boulders off and over his shoulder. There wasn’t much you could do as he took his pickaxe and savagely mangled the camera.

Earlier, both of you had received a message about Ed’s son from the Soviets with them offering their condolences. You both were confused, and when Ed asked you to clarify, you were no help. No one from Houston had told you anything. Gordo had been acting a little weird, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You suggested maybe the Soviets had been listening to your messages to your families, and there was a mix-up in translation. Either way, Ed was angry that the Soviets would even bother to mess with his head like that. So he took it out on the spy camera, much to your dismay. You hoped the Soviets wouldn’t get angry and try to harm either of you.

Now, you and Ed were shedding your suits in the chamber before returning to the base. Once you get back inside, you immediately head for the cupboards for something to eat. Even if the food was disgusting, it did its job. You sit at the makeshift kitchen counter as Ed enters the main area. Suddenly, you hear a voice coming from the comms.

“Ed? Are you there? Ed?”

You turn in your seat at the table and watch as Ed cautiously walks to the comms screen. His ex-wife Karen is on the call, appearing very emotional.

“It’s Shane,” Karen says, her voice cracking as she puts her hand on the screen.

Ed’s face twists into a look of shock and horror, tears brimming his eyes. His seemingly unlikely fear had come to fruition. You freeze in your seat, realizing something did happen to his son, Shane, as the Soviets insinuated. Condolences are only given when someone dies… That’s when it hits you. Ed collapses to his knees, burying his face in his hands. You’re unsure of what to do, still sitting in your seat with your food on the table in front of you. You push it aside as Ed shakily reaches up to turn off the communications. He didn’t want to hear the details of what happened right now.

“Ed?” you call softly, getting up from your sitting position and slowly walking toward him, “Are you alright?”

Ed doesn’t say a word but instead snatches the bottle of alcohol from a nearby table before spinning the top off.

“Oh no, you don’t,” you say, pulling the bottle away from Ed, “That will only make things worse.”

Ed can hardly look at you, tears falling freely down his face. He would never tell you this, but he hates looking weak, especially in front of you. He admires you in many ways, and he hates you having to see him falling apart like this. The chemistry between you was apparent, but those feelings were being shoved aside for now.

Ed walks a few short steps into the main area, where some chairs are splayed out, and he takes a seat on the floor. You sit next to him as he rubs his hands over his face. Ed punches the wall next to him angrily before pounding it again and again. You grab ahold of his wrist, stopping him mid-punch before he can split his knuckles open any further.

“Edward,” you say sternly, looking at him with concern. His eyes slowly meet yours for the first time.

You reach your hands toward Ed’s face, taking it into your grasp before moving in front of him. He lets his head relax into your palms and casts his eyes downward.

“Look at me,” you say softly as your own tears begin to burn in your eyes.

Ed’s eyes travel up to yours.

“There we go. I know this is a horrible situation, but you’re strong, and you’ve got this. You have to stay vigilant.”

“But he’s gone, Y/N,” Ed whispers, “He’s gone, and I’m here, and there’s nothing I can do.”

“You can stay focused and be tough for Shane. That’s all you can do right now, and I’m so sorry,” you frown, sniffing as tears run down your cheeks, “I’m so sorry you’re stuck here. I really am.”

Ed’s eyes squeeze shut as another wave of realization hits him. Sobs wracked his body, and you pulled his head to your chest, stroking his hair comfortingly.

“You’ll be okay. It will take time, but you will be okay again,” you say as you let Ed cry into your shirt.

You shuffle over to the wall, letting your back rest against it as Ed buries his face in your lap, curling up into himself. All you can do is run your hand over his back and through his hair as he pours out his grief. Seeing the man you look up to and have feelings for break down like this was odd, but losing a child is unfathomable. And Ed didn’t have anyone other than Shane after his and Karen’s divorce, except his colleagues, of course. But Ed had no one to run to when everything was falling apart. He especially had no one now except you, literally. Almost a quarter of a million miles away from home with no one else around to ease his pain. At least Ed wasn’t completely alone.

You feel Ed relaxing into your lap, and you figure he’s falling asleep.

“Ed? Let’s get you to your bunk, alright?”

Ed hums in response, except when you expect him to get up, he doesn’t. He turns over, presses his face to your stomach, and wraps his arms around your waist. Butterflies erupt in your belly at the close proximity. You adored Ed, but you didn’t want to take advantage of him right now when he couldn’t think straight.

“Ed,” you draw out, but he ignores you.

Reluctantly, you move Ed off you and stand up, offering him a hand to pull him up. He takes it and stands up, brushing himself off and avoiding your gaze once again. He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way to the bunks, and you don’t go of his either.

You watch as Ed climbs inside his bunk, and you prepare to climb into your own below his.

“Will you stay?” Ed asks quietly, and you almost don’t hear him.

“I’ll be right below you the whole time, Ed,” you say, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“Please?”

You pause, taking a deep breath. Yes, you’re lonely, but not so much that you’d do something frowned upon. However, a situation like this just doesn’t happen- kids aren’t supposed to die before their parents. Especially when one of their parents is on the Moon. But you’d want someone to comfort you if you lost someone you loved.

You exhale slowly before climbing into Ed’s bunk and lying beside him. He reaches over you to pull the curtain closed. For a moment, the both of you just stare at each other. But you hesitantly reach out your hand to pull Ed to you. He ignores you, pulling you into him instead. You wrap your arms around him as he buries his face into your neck, tears falling onto your skin. The both of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other as Ed cries. You let him tucker himself out before falling asleep yourself.

You aren’t sure what tomorrow will hold, but you’ll be there for Ed despite it all.

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The scorpion's sting can be oh so sweet

I’ve had this cooking for a good while now, so I thought I’d finish it up between works on the asks and picking at my fic, and boom! I love these two, whether it’s normal Eikichi or his shadow with Miyabi, and I love Eikichi in general lol. So! I hope you all enjoy as well!

Also, this is placed around the time of the temples. Between the gang getting into the scorpio temple, and Miyabi making a wish to Joker!

CW: Slight to moderate dubcon, maybe a crumb of predator/prey energy, and some degredation maybe. Shadow Eikichi definitely digs a bit at Miyabi and is sort of an ass about their past. Implied kidnapping

“Where do you think you’re going, Mimi?~” Eikichi’s shadow purred, suddenly no longer in the bedroom Miyabi had crept from, but right behind her. So close to her, that she could almost feel the body heat from his chest.

Her mouth almost instantly dried as well. Miyabi’s dark brown eyes flit around the room, but the door was too far to run for. Like Eikichi, his doppleganger was 6’1, Miyabi was a max of 5’6, he’d catch her before she even got two steps away.

Though...that wasn’t all of the similarities the doppleganger shared with the Eikichi she knew. Like the blue-haired singer, he had vibrant crimson eyes, and blue hair that he styled to stand up so that the pale blue streak he’d put in it was showing. He also oozed a similar confidence, but where Eikichi’s had always rung a bit hollow to Miyabi, his twin’s confidence seemed more akin to a tiger. Predatory, aware of the power he had compared to her, and certain in that fact. So, instead of trying, she pressed to the wall and took a calming breath to say, “Looking for the bathroom.” “Mm, you’re an awful liar, babe.” He chuckled, his static-laced laugh like a dose of adrenaline in her blood.

However, before she could try to maybe put that restless energy into something that wasn’t carnal, the shadow moved to cage her smaller body between his arms. The dark-haired woman left with nowhere to go but possibly the shallow dip in the wall beside her. “Did you think that you could try to run when I was asleep?” He hummed, his unnatural voice more amused than angry, which seemed to antagonize some dark arousal within Miyabi. “You should know better, babe. This place is like a living maze, you have no hope of getting out without me.” He continued as she thought. And, while the reasonable side of the woman felt a dose helplessness, that dark aspect of herself felt a rush at the reminder of just how much control he had of her. Or...something, Miyabi didn’t dare question herself to truly find what about that stirred up such dormant urges.

Suddenly, Miyabi was snapped from her thoughts when the shadow herded her to sit on the edge of the alcove. Completely trapping the woman between himself and unyeilding, cold stone. “Mimi~ Earth to Miyabi~” He sang, his hand suddenly on her cheek to lift her chin to look into those beautiful ruby eyes. “Are you enjoying your thoughts of the ex-fat kid, babe?” She pulled away from his touch at that, her cheeks a level warmer than before, but she tried to keep up the cold mask she’d been maintaining. “I’m not thinking of you. You aren’t Eikichi.” She snipped, but the shadow only laughed at her words. “I’m not?! That could’ve surprised me, because I still harbor that goofy ass crush he has for you. As well as the resentment he ignores for your sake.”

That stung. Not that Miyabi hadn’t accepted the fact that Eikichi may hate her for her how she never stood up for him, and sometimes even joined in on the mockery. It still hurt to hear in such a close copy of his voice that he does, in fact, resent her on some level. So, when the doppleganger reached to cup her cheek again, she didn’t pull away as avidly. “Don’t worry though, Mimi,” He assured, his voice suddenly warm and soft, “I assure you, we both still love you deeply. The only difference, is that I’m not so willing to let you go without at least a few reminders of how much of a sour mark you left on me.” As he said it, he put a hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking her leg affectionately as she grappled with the sparks of excitement such a simple touch stirred up in her belly.

Stop it, his isn’t really Eikichi… Miyabi told herself as the doppelganger that trapped her within the cold, rough stone of the alcove let his hand slip beneath the edge of her skirt.This...isn’t something he’d do...right?Yet, her logic and reasoning was useless to stop the shiver of excitement that crawled over her skin as the man’s fingers dipped beneath the edge of her panties while the shadow lowered his head so that his odd voice could hum into her ear, “Though, I won’t deny that I’d still let you run if you want. You’ve still got me wrapped around your finger, after all. Chubby or not.” Low, gruff, with an edge of something more primal and…lustful.

A traitorous shiver ran through Miyabi when Eikichi’s evil twin followed his words with a kiss to her jaw, then that spot right below it before his trail went further along her throat. Each soft butterfly kiss a dizzying contrast from his harsh words. It was almost like temperature-play, in a sense. He pressed the freezing ice cube of his smug boasting into her skin, only to follow it with warm, loving kisses and the teasing brush of his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, at the crease of her hips. It made Miyabi’s head spin. “Does that turn you on to know, Mimi?~” Shadow Eikichi purred into the crook of her neck, “That even after all of these years, and all of the weight I lost, that I’m still that pathetic hog that you could boss around?” As if the reminder of her past behavior didn’t sting enough, the doppleganger bit into the soft skin of Miyabi’s neck, and chuckled when her back arched into him in response. I’ll take that as a yes.”

“S-stop it…” She tried, though her breathing was quick, and her face burned with an embarrassing amount of heat. A heat that didn’t lessen when the shadow pulled away from her throat to look down at her with a smirk on his lipstick’d mouth and a raised eyebrow, “Stop what, Mimi? This?” He asked with amusement as he finally moved a hand between Miyabi’s thighs to run the pads of his fingers along the wet patch seeping out of her clothed pussy to draw out a surprised moan that made the dark-haired woman’s cheeks burn brighter. All while he simply continued in a dark, playful purr, “Hm, seems you enjoy that, though. Don’t you, Miyabi?”

Yet, the doppleganger obviously didn’t expect her to reply, as he gave her no room to catch her breath from the shock of his touch. Instead, he simply moved his hand a bit to focus his attention on her clit. Oh god, don’t crumble, you can’t give in this easily for a stranger. Even if he looks like Eikichi. She tried to tell herself, her attempts to stave off the sparks of pleasure with deep breaths derailed further with each fresh wave of friction that sent warmth zipping through her blood. A task not helped at all when the shadow finally pressed his lips to hers.

And, Eikichi or not, god damn was the man a good kisser.

In the past, Miyabi had been a popular beauty, so of course she’d had her share of kisses and was no amateur herself. Yet, she was still taken aback by the hunger and passion that Shadow Eikichi kissed her with. And, after the years it had been since her last kiss, god was it addicting.

To be kissed with the force of a starving man, to have someone hold her face as if breaking away from her lips would be the end of him. It rekindled the needs Miyabi had let go neglected and unacknowledged as her social standing fell. It was like the world’s best drug.

So, all of her reasoning and logic fell to the wayside. The only thing that occupied her mind, was the nearly painful need to maintain that delicious friction of her now-soaked cunt against the shadow’s fingers. Even when the shadow broke the kiss to let her finally catch her breath, her needy grinding didn’t stop. “You look so pretty like this, Mimi. All whiney and wet for the fat kid~” He purred, and Miyabi couldn’t even be ashamed of his coy, static-laced words. “Stop that...stop calling your- Eikichi that.” She breathed, her dark brown eyes met with confusion in Shadow Eikichi’s ruby eyes. “That’s your focus right now?” He snorted, an almost impressed smirk coming across his black-lipstick’d mouth as he raised an eyebrow at her, “My feelings being hurt over being called fat? Baby, I’m so far beyond used to it. That’s what happens when you get viciously bullied, remember?” And, before she could argue her case any further, the shadow changed the topic by ripping her panties off. “Eikichi!” “Damn, and here I was hoping the first time you’d say my name was from pleasure.” The shadow hummed, his words bringing back another wave of color to Miyabi’s cheeks before her focus was brought back to those neglected desires when Shadow Eikichi pulled her hips forward on the stone alcove to feel his bare erection press against her drooling cunt.

The warmth of it, the solid feeling of his healthy member dipping into her folds gently as the shadow paused. And, when Miyabi looked up to ask why, she was met with those warm rubies watching her with a warm light in their depths. “Tell me you want me.” He ordered darkly, his static-filled words palpable enough to be felt against her skin and take Miyabi’s breath away if the way Shadow Eikichi gently rutted against her pussy didn’t. Only for the shadow to bring her back with a harsher thrust against her and a growled, “Tell me, Miyabi. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

In any other situation, the cruel edge that the uneven static in his words gave his demand would’ve scared the dark-haired woman. Yet, even with the knowledge that the man before her wasn’t the Eikichi she had fantasized about, she couldn’t help but feel that he was just as likely to hurt her as the real Eikichi was. That was to say, not at all. Even with how feral he sounded.

So, she let out a slow breath, and let the weight of his cock against her soak in for a few more heartbeats before she finally whispered, “I want you, Eikichi.” and watched as his crimson eyes lit up with a flash of primal excitement, “I want you really bad, you’re right. I’m a hypocritical slut. Can you please just fuck me now?” She continued, and that animalistic aspect of Shadow Eikichi seemed to finally take over. A shift that was punctuated when the tall singer finally buried his cock into her.

There was little to no warning, but Miyabi didn’t care. All she cared about was how full she was and how feral Eikichi’s shadow was when he finally began to thrust into her. The air soon filled with the harsh slap of his hips into hers as he kept her in place with a firm hand on her hip, and lewd moans.

And, all the dark-haired woman could do, was cling to the smooth stones of the alcove she sat in as Eikichi’s shadow thrust into her. Moans, meanwhile, escaped her lips easily with each thrust and brush of the shadow’s cock against her slick walls. “Say my name, Miyabi.” He growled, his grip on her hips painful, yet also pleasurable at the same time, “E-Eikichi!” She gasped, her eyes shut, her mouth hung open to gulp in quick breaths between bursts of hot pleasure. “God, Eikich!”

Each call of the singer’s name seemed to drive the shadow crazier. His grip on her started as firm, yet also gentle, but with each moan she let slip, his grip tightened, and his nails dug more and more into the soft flesh of her hips. Once again, the feeling was addictive.

Some part of Miyabi knew better than to be so aroused by the feral growls and pain, yet, once again, there was some part of her that drowned that logic out entirely. After so long of being mocked and looked down on for her weight gain, hearing the gutteral grunts and moans of a man, and being held so roughly was exhilarating. It was thrilling to know she still drove at least one man so crazy made her back arch.

So, she didn’t have it in her to care how his nails bit into her skin, or how the stones of the alcove scraped against her ass. So long as Eikichi’s cock drove into her with such feral passion, Miyabi’s stomach tightened and twitched relentlessly. “O-oh god! I’m gonna- Eikichi, I’m gonna cum!” She gasped, her eyes opening to look up at her lover as he snarled and huffed out his own breaths above her. Her hands scrambling to find a hold on the tall man’s sleeves as he didn’t answer. Only continued his movements like an animal lost in his rut. “Eikichi!” She cried again, the spring in her belly painfully tight with the relentless onslaught of bliss. “EIKICHI!”

Miyabi let out a loud moan as her neglected needs catapulted her over the edge. Shadow Eikichi’s sleeves clutched in her hands as she rode out the blinding rush of euphoria. The only noise she could muster when the shadow followed with his own climax, a thoughtless whimper.

It wasn’t until Shadow Eikichi had picked her up to return her to the bedroom she’d escaped that Miyabi felt she could catch her breath. Her body left with little to no energy as she was laid back in bed and tucked in once more. All she could do was let out a slow breath and press against the shadow when he laid beside her.

”I’m sorry...for being mean in the past...” She finally breathed after a long few moments, able to feel the doppleganger tense beside her, but she passed out before he could respond.

#Persona 2 #Persona 2 innocent sin #Shadow!Eikichi Mishina x Miyabi Hanakouji #Shadow!Eikichi Mishina #Miyabi Hanakouji #self indulgence lol #spicy #lemon #mdni #persona #not sfw #minors do not interact #kind of sketchy

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afar; na jaemin [26]

OCTOBER 2021

“so, what is it today?” dami asked, her hands placed on her waist as she looked up to jaemin, “frozen yogurt? pork belly? overpriced coffees?”

jaemin didn’t answer her right away. he has a faint smile as his eyes are everywhere but her, “just wanted to see you,” he gathered his breath, ignoring how loud his beating heart is, “is that okay?”

“yeah, of course..”dami couldn’t keep her eyes on jaemin as she started to nervously shift her weight, looking around at their surroundings, “why wouldn’t i be okay with that?”

“good—that’s good,” his words starts to get stuck but he he still used up all his courage to take a step closer towards dami, “i was afraid you’d get tired of seeing my face.”

“me? tired of seeing your face? i would never.”

“yeah?” jaemin took another step closer, “that’s good,” his voice died down as the space in between them get smaller, “that’s good to hear.”

dami didn’t know why but her feet are glued to the ground. she can see jaemin comfortably moving closer and closer and yet her feet are stuck. she liked this. she noticed the faint flirting moments that they two shared but there was always a wall in between them. the idea of idol and staff interacting as more than work colleagues scared her. at this moment right now the fear that she has felt ever since she laid eyes on him had grown bigger.

“jaemin-ah,” she finally met his eyes, “aren’t you scared?” jaemin knew what she meant. he didn’t have to ask for any explanation and he knew that the question was indicating their relationship. dami was scared of how much they would get attached and jaemin was too. but renjun’s words were stuck in his head. he can’t waste any more time.

“it would be stupid if i wasn’t scared. why do you think it took this long for me to even ask for your number? and i even asked my manager, not you. i don’t know if you can tell but i’m… i’m so nervous right now. you make me nervous all the time. but you make me smile and you make me laugh. you make me comfortable. it’s weird… the more i get to know you the more you are stuck in my head. i always want to be with you,” jaemin kept staring at her, he didn’t want to be a coward and take his gaze off of her, “and that’s the scary part.”

“i’m so scared, jaemin.” dami confessed, her lips were trembling but she also took a step closer that she could feel his breath on the bridge of her nose, “we… you… you’re a special person to so many people. there’s too many people that wish to be loved by you. this—whatever we are—if this continues… when it ends… it won’t be pretty.”

“i know,” jaemin whispered as he took her hand, “but can’t we try? when—if it doesn’t work out, you can hate me all you want.”

dami was going over every scenario in her head, how he would break her heart, how she would break his heart, how the world would break their heart. yet, the logic that’s usually always present in her head was no longer there. all she could think about was how close the two of them are. she wanted to kiss him. she wanted to be closer, “okay.”

“is it okay if i… if i kiss you?” dami didn’t reply with anything but she moved herself closer to him and stopped right in front of his lips, she nodded, and right then and there, with a very gentle move, he kissed her.

note—the irl is longer in this chapter! it’s just necessary:)))

TWENTY SIX. mlist | previous | next

pairing—jaemin x fem!oc (idol!jaemin, friends to lovers to ex to ?, staff!oc, stylist!oc)

summary—in 2019, kang dami, was lucky enough to be given a spot as a stylist at sm entertainment. shadowing multiple stylists before officially becoming a full time staff member in 2020 and started working mainly to be NCT Dream’s stylists. a story about an idol and a staff member sharing intimate temporary moments together. in which, they both lost the war.

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Mod Miri here! Today on the blog we have Sephy (she/her), who can be found here on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own.

General FF7 Questions

Who is your favourite character from the FFVII setting? What do you love about them?

I love every single playable character from the main game, but my favorite is without a doubt, Cloud Strife. He's so unlike a typical RPG protagonist. He's very standoffish and rude at the beginning, but you start to grow to really like him the more you play the game. The amount of vulnerability he shows throughout the game makes him very relatable, I think. He's the party leader and he is strong when it's needed, but he can crack under pressure. I could talk all day about Cloud and what I love about him, but I actually did a dash game on my Cloud blog where I gushed about him. It's here: https://defiant-ex-soldiers.tumblr.com/post/626278527072878592/lets-start-a-chain-of-sweetness

Favourite party (three person team) idea when playing FFVII? They don’t have to actually work mechanically (or even be possible in the game), just that you like the idea of them together as a fighting party.

When I was young, my main post Disk 2 party was an odd one. It was Cloud, Yuffie, and Red XIII. Cloud had to be in my party, Red was in my party because I loved cats and he was a giant cat, how could I not? I didn't particularly care about Yuffie, but I needed a girl to replace Aerith as the main healer.

I didn't really like Tifa at the time because I shipped Cloud and Aerith (and the LTD taught me back then that if you loved that ship you must hate Tifa. I have long since gotten over that way of thinking, but I was a young impressionable kid back then.) I don't think I have an ideal team, I just love all the characters so much. Honestly I experiment with party composition a lot when I play.

Is there a headcannon or AU you want to see more of?

AUs that change the fundamentals of a story fascinate me. My first fanfiction was a Zack lives fic where the direction the story goes in is drastically changed by the way Zack ends up living. I still find myself cringing at it sometimes, but I also still adore the fic just because it was my first. A more recent one involved Zack getting his hands on some Shinra R&D special Materia and being teleported forward in time where he meets Advent Children Cloud. Any of the fics involving changing the Nibelhiem incident somehow immediately interest me. I'm a big fan of the lore the game establishes already, so reading how fic artists take that world apart and put it back together, but differently, is exciting for me.

Do you have a favourite memory associated with FF7 (any part of compilation) or something particular you did while playing (such as what you named the characters, or how you arranged your materia) that you think is unique that you'd like to share?

I have so many. I have been playing Final Fantasy VII since I was around 9 years old (even if I probably shouldn't have been playing it at that age). I don't remember much at all of my first playthrough, but there have been very many playthroughs after that. I do remember that I always named my Chocobos after the main party. My favorite was a black one named Yuffie and I made her dance on the minimap if a song I liked came on the radio. I also remember that I started playing for the first time after we had moved houses, so I didn't have the memory card for the family's PS1, so I replayed the first mission over and over again until we found it.

Once, when I was young I got locked out of my room while playing through the wall-market section of the game. So I got embarrassed because my family could hear the Don Corneo music while they were trying to unlock the door. Another time, I tried to fall asleep with my old CRT TV on because I thought the Chocobo farm music would help me sleep better.

Cloud always had the lightning Materia and he also always had the Chocobo Lure Materia because I thought it was funny and it made sense to young me because his hair resembled chocobo tail feathers.

One quirk I keep to this day has to be the two name changes I make whenever I start FFVII. Aeris is changed to Aerith, of course. There's also Red XIII whose name I change to Nanaki, because I didn't understand why he would want to keep the name that Hojo gave him and not his real name. FFVII has always been a constant part of my life. I remember long car rides where I would do nothing but play FFVII on my PSP. I remember back when I only had it on PS2, setting it up in a hotel room and trying to beat Carry Armor there (I didn't and I remained stuck there for a while longer). I remember playing it on my PSP during class after I'd finished my work.

I remember back when I was starting middle school, I got a teacher into FFVII and she put a special question on one of our tests, just for me. I remember making a poetry book that had really childish drawing and poems about FFVII. I remember finally beating Crisis Core, huddled in the corner of my bunk bed, unable to keep my eyes off of what was going on, and tearing up because the ending was so sad. That isn't even the half of it, but I've gone on for so long. As you can see, I have so many fond memories of Final Fantasy VII.

Creator Questions

Who has been the most difficult character to write/draw? Who has been the easiest?

Recently I started my first Turk fic and it starred Rude. I found that his muse didn't come as easy as the others. Usually I'm good at writing most of the cast of FFVII. Cloud is the easiest for me to write because I just know him so well.

What’s your ideal creating environment? Background noise/silence, indoors/outdoors, desk/couch, etc.?

At my desk with music playing! Fun fact, I haven't had an actual office chair to sit in for years. My computer was next to my bed at my old living space and now I sit on a couch when I'm at the computer in my new one.

What’s your creative process look like? Pantser/Emotive Writer/Gardener or Planner/Structured Writer/Architect? (Do you outline or just go with the flow?) If you’re an artist, do you do a lot of sketches, or just dive right in? Backgrounds first, or the main focal point? Multiple layers or all in one?

I usually just go where the fic wants to take me. A lot of the time I do jot down an outline, especially if I know I need to do it in a set amount of time, like for the Fic exchange or Whumptober.

What do you do when you get stuck on a project?

I usually set it aside and work on something else or try and brainstorm if it's something that I need to do in a certain period of time. Oftentimes I'll do something else and let my mind wander. Most of the plot of my Turkfic I came up with at work while my mind was on autopilot.

Which of your works is the most memorable to you? I don’t necessarily mean favourite or best work, it could be the work that taught you the most through making it or that holds a special reason in its creation. Drop a link.

"To Break like Time". This fic was my first ever fic for an exchange. The spring tester for Gaia Santa, "FFVII Secret Spring" to be exact. I'm not entirely sure what came over me when I was writing this fic, but I got it done in a weekend and edited a few days after, at the very beginning of the challenge. Despite how easy of a time I had writing it, I was nervous about posting it. It's that fic where Zack wakes up in post AC times with a Shinra R&D secret materia in his hands. Not exactly everyone's cup of tea, but I enjoyed the challenge it gave. There are several parts I would change, but overall, I enjoy the story, even if it does get kind of weird at the end.

It’s hard for me to go through everything you’ve done to pick stuff to mention. Is there a particular piece you’d like plugged, other than the one in the last question?

The Night that Nibelheim Burned is my Gaia Santa fic from last year. I really enjoyed the way everything came together. It was a harder fic to write, but it was worth it. Kunsel was the character on the docket that I was new to playing this time. This fic is another one of those fics about what Kunsel's doing while Zack is on the run. He never gave up hope, no matter how much time went by, and I think this fic really shows that.

Community/Fandom Questions

What aspects of fandom spark the most joy for you?

Just, how creative this fandom is. I've always been a fan of a lot of the art the fandom has made, and several of the fics too. It always blows my mind just how many new ideas that someone can come up with for such an old game (as well as the entries in the compilation). It inspires me to write my own fics and create my own piece of that to share with everyone.

I love seeing long rambling theory posts about the OG and the other compilation games on my dash. I also love how silly the fandom can be sometimes :3 I also love how every character is loved by someone no matter how minor.

Is there something you'd like to see more of in the community?

Can't have enough of people being nice to each other! Spread around the art you love (with the proper credits of course), Recommend that fic you love to other people! Leave Comments on people's fics, even if you don't have much to say! Those actions have the potential to make someone's day, and I think that's amazing.

Anything you’d like to say to the community?

The LTD (Love Triangle Debate) is bogus, and for a long time, I was scared that it would be revived with the release of the Remake. I was worried there would be people fighting tooth and nail over who Cloud should be with. As far as I know, that hasn't happened yet, but maybe I'm just in a different circle.

As for me, I quit the LTD when I was a kid and started playing Crisis Core because I started shipping Cloud and Zack. You can even see it in my first fanfic where I adamantly refused to admit that I liked them together as a couple, but you can see with the way I had Cloud and Zack interact with each other (Especially in the last chapter) how much they really loved each other.

Anyway, back to the LTD. I'm a firm believer in shipping what you want. I have a million different ships with Cloud and all of them are valid in my mind. I don't ship because I want something to be canon, I ship because I like the story that could come about from having the two be together.

Here is one of my favorite posts on the subject of shipping: https://sephyathredon.tumblr.com/post/617204499133661185/sunandrainfic-brief-note-to-new-ff7-folks

Is there a work belonging to someone else that you’d like to plug?

"Rejoice although you will not surivive" by PUNK MENACE

I enjoy seeing Cloud get whumped and this fic has some good whump and an interesting aftermath of that whump. Heed the warnings though, this is not a light fic.

Thanks so much for joining me, Sephy! It is great working with you during the annual events!

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starstrucklighttimemachine · 3 months

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So, this is for an ex-friend. My therapist just said it would be nice to share it, something about helping me let go... Anyway, it's a sad attempt of poetry <3

The saddest thing about all this is that my door will still be open for you. For any of the others that had walked away from it. Stubborn is the human heart that denies itself a closure. Because under all that scarring, under all that crying, under all that hurting anger, a part of me is still yours, and a part of you is still mine.

Do you remember? Do you remember me when you hear a laugh similar at mine? Do you think of me when you see someone with my same hairstyle? Do you smile as you remember a joke I said once? Do you cry when you realize we are no longer the same? We are no longer mirrors of each other. We don't keep the same images, the same time, the same looks. Do you feel as if a part of you is missing? I do. Every time I believe I hear you laugh, every time I hear someone talk about a series you liked, every time my mother asks how you are.

Why did we change? Why did we grow up? I still remember our positions on that table on the corner, how we shared a salt container because of how awful the food was. How we would play and talk and laugh. We would have philosophical talks. We would discuss the human and divine. We had all the answers and, at the same time, none. We were something and nothing.

Do the walls remember us? Does that table still remember which place each girl took? Do you think they would remember how we laughed? How we cried? How we would stress about simple things?

When life was simpler, when we were still great and proud. When we were infinite, star dust playing with other stars. When we believed in everything and how we would, someday, be great, and together, we would be unstoppable and uncontrollable. When there were four of us. When we were alive. When you were here.

Maybe it's just the human experience to break something so pure and leave it tainted. Split. On the verge of dying but not giving the final blow.

How do I explain it? How do I say to you how much it hurts? How do I tell you how mad it made me when you beg for me to squeeze back into my old self even though I grew out of it? I did it anyway. Because I believed you. Because I loved you. Because I thought, if I squeeze back, everything would be the same. And we would laugh, and we would sit back on that corner table that was ours and share our glorious days again.

I was wrong. I was mistaken. I was cheated. I squeezed back on my sheded skin only to find that you didn't care if I did. I felt a joke. I felt stupid. I feel mad and uncontrollably taunted.

What's worse, I still wait. Sheded skin on hand, I still wait. My mind sits back on our corner table, and I still wait. I wait for the other three glorious girls that I once called sisters. The girls that grew up with me and I believed would stay until I part this world. My life line. My home.

My home is broken. There's nothing that I can do to fix it. I weep. I've lost something too, and it is not coming back. It's gone with the sea and its powerful waves. I long for it, even though deep down I know, it won't come back.

I write this thinking of you, thinking of me, thinking of her, and thinking of she. Thinking of how we are now a past thing. A "used to". A picture hidden on the back of a closet. A faint brush of the past. I think of times when we were interwoven, so closely that others could barely perceive one without the others.

I weep a lost. I cry a missing star. I crave a hint that you are still you, that you still see me every time you close your eyes. I pray that you still feel them, how they used to laugh, how they used to talk, how they used to walk. I don't hate you, no matter what you think, I am mad, that much I will admit.

But I still have space for you, if you ever need a place to stay. The rooms of my heart might have been left, might have been forgotten, but they do not close. I'm too fond of them to tear them apart. Others may say I'm stupid for denying myself the satisfaction of closing the door and forbidden entry again, but I believe there's a certain charm on how the light still hits every spot you used to touch.

I find lovely the way the place fills of cobwebs and dust takes it seat in the places you hang out. How the room is still filled with your scent but now is old and feels cold. I might be stupid, but that hasn't stopped me before.

If you hear this, if you see this, if the wind or the moon is so gentle as to let you know I wrote this for you, please just know, you still have a room in my heart. Sure, now it's cold and dusty and full of melancholic cobwebs. But it's yours. No one, but you will use it. No one, but you can close it.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Fuck To Make Up

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Even though they had a child together, the reader and Fez have spent months away from one another. They were amicable when it came to their child and making sure she's healthy, but their friendship dwindled. One night after their baby goes to sleep, the reader and Fez have an eye opening conversation. And a leg spreading one too.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, swearing, angst.

A/n: Catch me naming their child Lily in all of my fics. This is based off of the genius @fezcossidepiece, "someone make a baby daddy fezco fic when y'all aren't together (anymore) but one day he comes to visit y'all baby and once she's asleep y'all confess how much you miss each other, then y'all fuck. hard."

I gotchu guys, leave it to me.

"Okay, babygirl, let's go see your daddy." I whisper, pressing a kiss to Lily's cheek as we make our way across the parking lot. It was Fez's weekend with her, my heart breaking in my chest as I climb the stairs, not wanting to hand her off just yet.

I was dumped yesterday- cheated on- my heart in sharp pieces that I was forced to pick up to maintain my daily life. My boyfriend- ex boyfriend- Mark, was a jerk; a jerk who Fezco never liked so I could only imagine that he would be relieved to hear that Mark was finally out of our daughters life. It was still hard nonetheless. Now I'm alone, no one to talk to or share my feelings with, no one to touch.

Fezco and I decided to call it quits two weeks after Lily was born which was about a year ago. We had been together since high school, close as close can be but then we found out we were pregnant and things just shifted. I knew that he would be a good dad simply based off of how he took care of Ash his whole life. And Ash ended up sort of okay- a bit homicidal and quick to shoot anyone who looks at him the wrong way- but a good kid nonetheless.

He was good throughout the pregnancy, being with me every step of the way but we realized quickly that we couldn't keep up just getting by. It would've taken a toll on Lily and we would've ended up hating each other over time. Now we would speak briefly when picking up or dropping Lily off, but that was it.

Fezco smiles softly at me, his eyes flickering down to the sleeping infant in my arms. She's quiet, her long eyelashes resting against her cheek as she snores, not a care or worry in the world. I must look terrible, my eyes red and dry, my cheeks stained with tears.

"You alright there, ma?" Fez asks, his eyebrows pulling together as he takes Lily from me, a whine leaving my lips at the distance between her and I. She's my best friend, my baby, and when I'm upset, she's the only one I want to be around. I just sniffle simply, taking a deep breath with I shrug.

"Just some personal stuff, I guess. Gonna miss lovebug, here." I reach out, my hand brushing over the top of Lily's head as a soft smile stretches over her lips. Fez just looks at me sadly before turning back to look into the apartment.

"You wanna come in?" He questions simply, my eyes widening at the offer. "C'mon, I haven't seen you this run down in a while." He laughs, my eyes rolling playfully as I nod hesitantly, stepping past him and into the apartment. I haven't been here in a while, but nothing seemed to be different. Still the same old decor and terrible wall paper that their grandma was keen on keeping up. "You want water or somethin'?" I shake my head, sitting down at the kitchen table as Fez watches me, bouncing Lily gently in his arms. He looks down at her fondly and sweetly, pressing his lips to the spot between her brows. "I'm gonna go put her to bed, uh, make yourself comfy." He sends me a simple smile, one that's more out of courtesy, the smile never reaching his eyes. I watch as he walks out of the room, my stomach swirling in anxiety at the thought of being alone with him, without Lily as a buffer, for the first time in a year. I would have to tell him about Mark, knowing that he'd probably be relieved. He didn't like when random people were around Lily in a grocery store let alone a whole other man being in her day to day life.

"You sure you don't need anything?" Fez reappears a moment later, his hand reaching up to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "Not really sure what to do in this type'a situation." He chuckles sheepishly, moving to sit next to me at the kitchen table.

"It's alright." I whisper, my hands fidgeting in my lap as I take a deep, shaky breath in. "Mark cheated on me. I found out yesterday." My cheeks warm in embarrassment as my eyes flicker away from him, waiting for the 'I told you so' speech. But he doesn't say anything, his jaw just grits, his brows pulling together as he sighs.

"You alright- fuck, sorry, 'course you're not." He laughs bashfully, rubbing a hand over the top of his head as I laugh tearily, reaching up to wipe my tears away.

"I just feel like shit." I chuckle, running a hand through my hair as he snorts.

"You look like it too-"

"Shut the fuck up." I reach across the table, slapping his arm as he chuckles, his gaze shy. Our interaction makes me smile, liking the back and forth banter that Fez and I always had. I don't know why breaking up drew this line between us, especially with a daughter, you'd think that we'd still be friends. It was always just too hard. "I don't know, sometimes I just don't wanna bother you with this shit. I know you don't like Mark- fuck, I barely liked Mark..." I trail off as he rolls his eyes at the mans name, visibly cringing. "I just didn't want to be alone all the time." I mutter sadly, biting at the inside of my cheek while my eyes train to a spot on the floor.

"You're not alone. Don't know who told you that but-" He cuts himself off with an incredulous laugh, shrugging his shoulders at me as my brows pull together. He looks at me, realizing that I meant what I said and that I truly feel alone. "You seriously tellin' me that you thought that just because we decided not to be together that we had to, like, hate each other?" He asks, leaning against the table as my eyes flicker down, avoiding his analytical gaze.

"It's just hard to act like we didn't date for almost four years. Like it's weird to be friends and move on with other people and have a kid together." I explain, his face falling as his head shakes simply.

"I haven't moved on." He replies simply, my lips parting in quiet shock. "You kind of just made the decision that we couldn't figure it out. Watched you move on with fucking Mark and hated it. Couldn't fucking stand the guy but couldn't stand to see you wit' anyone else." He admits lowly, his eyes lifting to look at my confused and shocked expression. He just stutters a bit, his cheeks flushing as he adjusts himself in his seat, realizing the weight behind his words. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump that on you- shit." He whispers, dragging his hand over his face as I clear my throat, all worries and concerns of Mark out the window at this new information. Did he really just casually say that he missed me?

"Fez, I-" I start but all words fall short as he stands. I watch him as he walks to my side of the table, bending down to quickly capture my lips in his. I gasp quietly, his hand resting against my cheek as he tilts my chin upwards with his thumb. My legs wobble as I stand, my arms winding around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to me, his free hand moving to grip my hip. His lips are heated against mine, the kiss messy and hot. It's almost as if no time had gone by, his hands knowing exactly what to do and his lips skillful against my own. "Fuck, Fez." I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he presses sweet kisses against my cheek. "I missed you, god- we're such fucking idiots." I giggle breathlessly, my thighs clenching at the gruff laugh that leaves his swollen lips.

"You're the fucking idiot. I been here, waiting on my ass for you." His forehead rests against mine, a stupid grin on both of our lips. "I don't know how to politely ask for permission to fuck you so-"

"God, please just do it." I sigh, immediately thrown over his shoulder at my words. I giggle as I pound my fists playfully against his back, his hand slapping my ass. I moan at the feeling, watching as the tile turns into carpet, his bedroom door closing behind us. He tosses me onto the bed without another word, his hand pulling his shirt over his head. He stares at me, his eyes raking over every inch of my body.

"You know how long I been waitin' for you to come around? To be inside you again?" He asks, his flirty words dripping in arousal. His pupils are blown, lip tucked in between his teeth as he reaches down to hook his fingers in my sweatpants. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now." He admits with a shocked laugh, slipping my pants off of my body, tossing them to the floor behind him. He slips between my thighs, grinding against me in the process. I moan, my head thrown back as he chuckles, his lips dragging against my throat.

"Fez, you can take your time later. I will literally do anything if you just touch me." I plead, the air in my lungs escaping me completely as he stalls, his eyes dangerously mischievous as he smirks. "Yes, I said anything. Right now I just want to feel you inside of me." He nods quickly at my begging, pushing himself out of his pants as I reach down, slipping my hand between my thighs. He watches me with hooded eyes as my fingers dance over my clit, my back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, angel." He moans, batting my hand away as I whine, his thumb quickly replacing mine. "You can't even wait for me to fuck you senseless, can you?" He asks teasingly, my head spinning as he skillfully drags his thumb against me. He knew just what to do, what to do with his fingers, what to say. He's always known me from the inside out and he's proving that he still does.

His hands slip up my shirt as he leans over me, his hands kneading my breasts as my hips jump. My eyes flutter shut as I hear him shuffle out of his boxers, his tip dragging against me as I whine.

"Take a deep breath." He mutters against my lips, my chest rising in a heave. He slowly enters me, his worried eyes watching me as I hiss. "Good girl, spread your legs for me." He whispers, my thighs parting a bit as he nudges himself further inside of me. By the time he bottoms out, there's a thin layer of sweat coating both of our bodies. "Fuck- you're taking me so well." He groans, his hips pulling back to thrust into me. I cling to him as his thrusts grow in momentum, a blissed smile on my face.

"Missed feeling you inside of me." I grin, my nails digging into his shoulder as he smiles proudly.

"Yeah? I bet you thought of me when he was fucking you." His dirty words make me clench around him, knowing exactly what to say to drive me crazy. "I bet you would touch yourself thinkin' bout me fucking you nice and good." He was right, there were many times that I was left unsatisfied, my fingers slipping between my thighs as I pictured him between them.

"Fez-" He captures my lips in a heated kiss, his hand traveling down between us to rub circles against my clit. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you're gonna forget that douchebags name." He grunts, my high quickly approaching as he pounds into me, his whole body moving to lean upwards. His fingers leave my clit, both of his hands pulling me to him by my thighs as he slips in and out of me. The angle is new and very much appreciated, his thumb returning over my wet clit, his eyes looking down at the movement.

"Fuck baby, so hot." He groans, his head dipping a bit as he chases his high, well aware that I was barreling towards the edge too. "Wanna feel you cum around me." He whispers, his lip tucked between his teeth as my breasts bounce, my hands reaching up to knead them, my head thrown back in pleasure.

"Please, Fez- fuck I'm coming!" I cry out, my hips twitching as I fall over the edge, my thighs trembling beside him as his orgasm hits him. He twitches inside of me, the feeling of him filling me up making my head spin with satisfaction. It was a feeling that I missed over the last few months, thankful that he got the balls to tell me he missed me.

He falls on top of me with a laugh, staying inside of me as he softens. I rub his heaving back, my fingers tracing along the freckles that litter his skin. My lips press against his shoulder, my eyelids heavy.

"I love you, I missed you, I want you." He whispers against my cheek, my heart warming at his words.

"You've got me."

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neverinadream · 2 years

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Answer It

Summary: Y/n's ex just won't move on, but Kepa has a plan to make him leave her alone forever.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, jealous!kepa, slight praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, cowgirl

Requested: Yes

Notes: gif credit to mi esposa (@kepaarrizabalaga1) I think a couple of parts are a little awkward, not edited

"Who keeps calling you?" Kepa asks, as his girlfriend's phone rings for the second time in the space of fifteen minutes.

"I don't know and I don't care," Y/N answers, cradling her boyfriend's face in her hands. She turns him to face her, turning his attention away from her bedside cabinet. Her lips press against his in quick repetitive kisses. "Just don't stop," she pleads with him, mumbling against his lips, "please, don't stop; I'm so close."

"Someone clearly wants your attention-"

"And I don't want theirs," she cuts him off, focusing on the pleasure his fingers were creating. Her head dips to kiss his neck, kissing over his Adam's apple and down to his shoulder. "I only want your attention," she kisses along his shoulder, whimpering against his warm skin as his fingers resume their previous rhythm and pace, "so, please, just ignore my phone and I'll deal with it later."

Kepa nods his head, lying her back down. He kisses her lips, along her jaw and down her neck until he reaches her shoulders. Her moaning is melodic as he touches his thumb against her clit, slowly brushing in circular motions, working it in conjunction with the two fingers already deep inside of her. "Like that, bebé?" Kepa asks, licking his lips. She nods her head, biting her bottom lip. He's quick to pull her bottom lip away from in between her teeth. "It want to hear it all," he tells her, "even if the walls are thin and your new neighbours can hear us."

"I can't be too loud," she chuckles, bucking her hips into his hand, "you might get me kicked out before filming has even finished; then what am I supposed to do then?"

"Come home with me," he answers, curling his fingers. A half-smirk forms as clenches around his fingers, her second orgasm now creeping up on her faster than the first. "Then I can have you all to myself again."

She shakes her head but the smile that plays on her lips tells him another story. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Me all to yourself?" She chuckles when he nods his head, any real response cut off as she says his name in a loud moan; one for sure her neighbours heard.

"I hate it when you're away," Kepa mumbles a few minutes later, tracing her naked tummy with his lips. His fingers brush over the bruise she had acquired after filming a recent stunt. She was badass, he thought, for insisting she did all her own stunts, but it didn't stop him from wanting to kiss every bump, bruise and cut away. "But I love it when I get to see you again," she feels him grin against her.

Y/N chuckles, running her fingers through his dishevelled curls. "Of course, you do." He peers up at her, chin pressing gently into her tummy. She brushes her finger down the bridge of his nose, playfully rolling her eyes when he scrunches up his face. "Te amo," she whispers to him.

He moves as she sits up, lying himself down and observing with eager eyes when she straddles his waist. His breath catches in his throat as she eases herself onto him, taking him in slowly until there was nothing left. "Te amo más," he groans, taking shallow breaths as he waits in anticipation for her to move.

She leans down, taking his face in her hands and kissing his lips. "That's not possible," she murmurs against him, swallowing his groans into her mouth as she kisses him once more, "because I love you more you could ever love me."

Her hips slowly grind into him, keeping the rest of her body close to him as the pair share another kiss. And another. And another. Until Y/N has to eventually pull away to catch her breath. And, for all about two minutes, they become lost in each other, drowning in the other's essence.

The peace and tranquility is it cut short as her phone rings, the phone's default ringtone ringing out through the quiet bedroom. Kepa reaches for her phone, Y/N watching as his jaw tenses and nostrils flare when he takes in a deep breath. "It's Dylan," he mutters, showing her, "answer it."

Dylan was her ex-boyfriend and someone Kepa loathed; he loathed him before she and him had gotten into a relationship, despising Dylan for having the one thing he wanted, and he still loathed him now for trying to do everything he could to win Y/N back.

"Go on, amor," Kepa encourages, nodding his head, "be a good girl - be my good girl - and answer the phone." His hands grab her hips, taking control of their movements. "Go on, do it." Y/N closers her eyes, face flushing as she answers the call. "Put it on speaker," Kepa whispers, chuckling when she rolls her eyes, "I want to hear what he has to say this time."

"Dylan, what do you want?" Y/N asks, chewing the inside of her cheek when Kepa's hips thrust up, matching each of her strokes. She gives him a warning glare as he lifts one hand from her hip and brings his thumb against her clit. A shiver runs down her spine and she squirms above him as he brushes the sensitive nub. "I'm kind of in the middle of something," she mumbles, clearing her throat, "so can you just make this quick."

"I was just thinking about our first date..."

Kepa rolls his eyes, silently mocking Dylan as he mouthed his own words back to her.

"Stop it," she rushes out, biting back her smile and poking her finger into Kepa's chest. Her hand shoots up to cover her mouth, catching whimpers she couldn't suppress before they came tumbling out. "Dylan, stop it," she repeats, uncovering her mouth, "we're-"

"-but we don't have to be," Dylan cuts her off, his voice annoying Kepa as the call continues on, "we were good together, even you can agree with me on that."

"Maybe I should make you cum whilst you're still on the phone to him," Kepa thought out loud, chuckling as Y/N leans forward to cover his mouth. He raises his eyebrows, his grin felt against the palm of her hand; she had given him an easier angle to thrust into her and she hadn't even realised. "Keep him talking," he mumbles into her hand, "I want him to hear what it really sounds like to make you cum."

She moves the phone away from her, even if it did nothing to stop Dylan from hearing her speak. "Kep, you need to stop," she whispers, using every little last bit of willpower to ignore her pleasure.

"Y/N, are you on your own?" Dylan nervously laughs. Y/N bites her bottom lip, both her head and hand holding the phone hanging low. "Y/N?" Dylan waits impatiently for an answer. "Y/N, are you still there?"

Kepa removes her hand from over his mouth, smirking as he peers up at his girlfriend. "No, she's not," Kepa answers, taking the phone off speaker and holding it up to his ear, "hola Dylan." He sniggers as Dylan stays quiet, motioning with his free hand for Y/N to continue riding him. "Now, if you listen closely, you'll be able to hear me make your ex-girlfriend cum," he gives him an ultimatum, clearing his throat as his orgasm approaches, "so, you can either stay on the line and listen to me do the one thing you never did, or you could just leave her alone for good."

Y/N continued to chase her own high, whimpering as she found herself teetering on the edge. "I'm so close," she mumbles under her breath. Her hands press into his chest, body dipping into his and her hips rolling sloppily as she loses all sense of rhythm and pace previously set before. "So, so close," whimpers fall from her lips.

"Did you hear that, Dylan?" Kepa asks, smirking. "I think you still have a couple more seconds to take the-" He laughs out loud as the line grows dead, dropping his girlfriend's phone onto the bed next to them. He holds on her hips, grinding her onto him. "Cum for me, bebé," he encourages, grunting and groaning as he reaches his own high, "cum for me and only me."

Y/N pulled the crisp white covers over them, resting her head against Kepa's chest and watches out of the window. She can hear his heart still beating hard inside his chest, neither fully recovered after an afternoon shared together beneath her sheets. "He'll talk, you know," she mumbles, drawing patterns on his skin.

"Then we better give them something better to talk about"

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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wait draco fucking his arranged marriage wife on a couch after she admitted to still seeing her ex (not knowing he has feelings for her obviously) and he’s like oh? can he fuck you like this tho?

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warning(s): 18+, adultery, arranged marriage, slight degradation

word count: 3.0k

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long but it ran away from me as i started writing. this is the longest thing i’ve written on tumblr so far and i hope you all enjoy it! one of my own person favorites.

Another day felt like another day wasted in the walls in the stuffy Manor you called home. Except it wasn’t home. And it wasn’t another day.

No. After weeks of trying to get your husband to open up to you, you had had enough. It was an arranged marriage, and although you were no fool and had no pretenses of pretending to love him, you’d at least like to get to know the person you called your husband.

Back in school you had always thought the infamous Draco Malfoy was rather handsome, anyone would be a fool to deny it. He was confident and popular, great at Quidditch, and seemed like the perfect gentleman - everything you could want in a husband. Turns out it was the opposite. All the feelings you thought you might develop for him were unrequited, and he ignored you at every turn.

So you took it into your own hands to get what you were so desperately craving: physical affection. It didn’t take much, truly. All you did was send an owl to your ex boyfriend from your school days and one thing led to another until you were in his bed, wrapped in his arms, and rocked to your core with pleasure.

But now you were back in your ‘home’, wasting away within the walls of the Manor with your husband nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until hours later, when you were getting ready to push yourself up from the couch to head to bed, did the fireplace flash green, signaling his arrival home.

“Hello. How was your day?” You asked politely, hoping just this once he might fall into a normal conversation with you.

“Fine,” he replied shortly, not even bothering to look at you as he emptied his pockets and put down his very important briefcase that was a mystery to you.

A blaze of frustration ran through your body, desperate to get more out of this man than just one word. A crazy thought came into your head, to tell him about your day, but you pushed it aside. No, Malfoy’s wouldn’t think highly of a girl who committed adultery within weeks of marriage. But…

“My day was great,” you told him, rather impulsively.

At first he seemed shocked that you even said anything, the conversation usually reached its end by now. But he recovered quickly, politely asking “And what was so great about your day?”

Naturally, you could lie. Tell him you met up with your female friends for lunch. Tell him you read a good book. Tell him anything but the truth. But…

“I reacquainted myself with my ex boyfriend from school,” you told him, daring to look him in the eye as you spoke.

“Reacquainted? How?” He asked, a series of emotions flashing over his face that you had never seen before. It sent a thrill through you to see him showing any emotions at all.

Again, you could lie. Tell him you met him for lunch. Tell him that you ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Tell him anything but the truth. But…

You knew even if the truth did come out, he would have to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t dare be seen as a spineless cuckold as his wife went around sleeping with whomever she pleased.

“I owled him a few days ago, asking to meet him,” you began, watching as his face contorted into something akin to anger. “I went to his home, for lunch, and it didn’t end with lunch.”

You left the end of your short story rather ambiguous, wanting to see what he’d do with the information you presented him. He had barely moved from his place by the fireplace, but the look he was giving you could set you up in flames if he wanted it to.

“So, what? You fucked him?” He asked, the politeness in his voice giving way to the anger he was feeling.

In a sick way, it pleased you to see him angry. Gave you a sense of pride that you, the wife he had seen fit to ignore, could get such a rise out of him.

“Yes, seeing as you haven’t even touched me,” was your spiteful reply, foolishly placing the blame all on him despite your own actions.

“You stupid, silly little girl,” he said under his breath as he stalked over towards you, menacing in just how much bigger he was than you. “You don’t fucking understand a thing about me, do you?” He asked, hovering over you, his hands braced on the back of the couch that you were still seated on, your faces inches apart.

“You don’t let me. You never speak to me,” you argued, ready to turn this into a fight filled with low blows if he really wanted it to go that way.

“You think this is a fucking walk in the park for me? Having some girl I’ve barely met in my house looking terrified of me every time I come near her? Suffering through your daily attempts to talk to me, but knowing how unbearably uncomfortable you are in being here? You think I wanted this? For either of us?” He asked seamlessly, almost in a rush to get all of his thoughts out before he thought better of it. A look of hesitation passed his face for a brief moment before he continued on, more quietly now. “You think I wanted the girl I couldn’t take my eyes off for a single day after fifth year hating being in my presence? Going behind my back to fuck someone else because I’ve held myself back in case she was uncomfortable doing anything more than just acting like my wife?”

He didn’t meet your eye at first, but when he did you saw the weight of his emotions. He was hurt, by himself and by you. He was jealous of the man you had chosen to spend your day with. He was terrified of your reaction to his words. He was furious he even had to have this conversation, in this way, in this situation. He was relieved he finally got it all out.

“Wh- What are you saying?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to twist his words to meet your own fantasy of having a loving husband.

He took a deep breath before he answered, but made no moves to rid himself of his proximity to you. “Y/N, I’ve been head over heels for you since the moment we met. But having an arranged marriage, I couldn’t do much more but assume you didn’t share the same feelings as me.”

“Oh,” was all you could even say back, too overwhelmed to think of anything else. You searched his eyes for the lie, but they held nothing but the raw truth. He must have seen something in your eyes as well, because his tone shifted into something else entirely before he spoke again.

“Now, Y/N, I think we got off on the wrong foot and I didn’t make my intentions clear with you. I intend to be a good husband, a loving husband. And yet despite my best efforts to be the perfect gentleman so far, you went behind my back to sleep with some other man. And what does that say about you?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours as he spoke.

You were sure he could hear your heart rate from how close he was, your pulse racing at his words. “I- I don’t know,” you stuttered, willing to let him take this wherever he saw fit.

“I’m not going to place the blame all on you, because I know I haven’t been perfect. But one might say that you’re a dumb little whore, and I might be inclined to agree. A stupid, little girl trapped in her big, posh Manor. Going out to let any guy fuck her, not even knowing that her husband can fuck her better than anyone else could.”

“And you could fuck me better than someone I know can?” You asked incredulously, shocked at the words spilling from his mouth. But even if you tried, you couldn’t deny the way he was so sure of himself, so sure he could please you better than any man, aroused you to no end.

He let out a dark chuckle and looked at you, amused. “Of course I could, darling. That is, if you give me the chance,” he told you in a teasing tone, before pushing himself off of the couch to walk away.

“Wait,” you started, once again acting on impulse. You might regret your next words, but damn it if you weren’t curious. And he was your husband after all. “Prove it.”

“Prove it?” He asked, turning on his heel to face you again, a victorious grin written across his face. When you nodded, he only lifted a brow before he continued. “Now? Haven’t you had a long day of, oh how did you put it, ‘getting reacquainted with your ex’?”

“You talk a big game, Draco. Now I’m asking you to prove it. Scared?” You asked, baiting him.

In a split second and a flurry of movement later, he had you laying down against the couch, pressed into the expensive fabric, with his weight on top of you, pinning you down.

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out of this. Tell me now, otherwise I’m going to fuck you through this couch,” he said through gritted teeth, clearly fed up with your antics.

Without even thinking, your lips crashed onto his in a heated kiss. Lips you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. You hadn’t even remembered what they felt like until his tongue was darting along your bottom lip, hastily requesting entry.

As your kiss remained heated, he was expertly shedding you both of your clothing until you were almost bare. He had only left you in your small, lace thong in the aftermath of his destruction.

His hands traveled your body possessively, as if trying to memorize every curve and edge of your skin. The moment your bra came off, your breasts were in his hands, easily rolling your nipples until you were gasping for air. He swallowed all your noises greedily, as if you were feeding them to a starved man.

It wasn’t until he pulled away, his hands resting on the waistband on your underwear, did you have a moment for a coherent thought.

“One last time, are you sure Y/N?” He asked as if it was painful for him. As if it was the case that you said no, it would be immensely difficult for him to pull himself away. As if it was the case that you said no, he’d die a painful death at your feet.

“I’m sure,” you said softly, not wanting him to think for a second that you had any hesitant thoughts about this moment.

As he slowly pulled down your final layer of clothing, it gave you a chance to finally look at him.

And he was beautiful.

He looked like an ancient Greek statue, perfectly carved and crafted out of marble come to life. His perfectly defined lines, his impossible definition, his muscles in all the right places. Your eyes eventually traveled down to his cock, and your breath hitched when you finally saw how large he was. If you had known this all along, perhaps you wouldn’t have sought out another man for your pleasure.

He seemed to be taking you in just the same. His eye trailing down your body with such reverence that you felt like an ancient Greek goddess yourself, if only for a moment.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, almost as if he didn’t mean for you to hear the words.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, giving him a shy smile when his eyes met yours again.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” he told you, still in the soft tone that he had. He gracefully let his body fall back over yours, bracing himself on one forearm while his other hand traveled the length of your body.

When he caught your lips again, it didn’t hold the same heat as before, but there was something new there. Something good. Something that could only be translated through your lips in that very moment. Something akin to adoration, worship, even love.

His hand stopped its travels at the apex of your thighs, expertly running his fingers over your clit and down your slit, feeling for himself just how wet you were. He groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were, and you felt his cock twitch against your stomach in anticipation.

He slowly opened you up for him with his fingers. First with one, then two, even venturing to three before he was content that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. He didn’t rush the process, kept a slow, steady, predictable pace as he worked your body. And every time you got close to the edge, he’d gently bring you back down, leaving you a whining, writhing mess by the time he was aligning his cock with you.

“Draco, please,” you begged shamelessly, more than ready for him.

“Did you beg for him earlier?” He asked almost nonchalantly, teasing you with the tip of his cock.

He must have seen the shock on your face, shocked that he would bring it up in this moment, because he only chuckled before pushing inside of you, a gasp easily pulled from your lips at the intense stretch.

He didn’t fuck you gently, immediately starting with a breakneck pace that left you seeing stars from the first moment he bottomed out. You were easily rewarding him with your moans, letting him know just how good it felt without words. You couldn’t speak even if you tried.

But he talked. Oh, yes. He ran that pretty mouth of his as if he wasn’t thrusting so deep inside of you the couch was rocking.

“I was right, wasn’t I? You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” He asked, right as you were beginning to climb that peak into a pleasurable abyss.

You gave him a feeble nod in return, not trusting your own mouth to properly respond.

“Did he fuck you like this?” He asked, biting the question out through clenched teeth as if he was dreading the answer. “Tell me, Y/N, did he?” He asked, fucking you even harder now in his frustration.

“No,” you cried out, breaking free of your moans for a second to answer him. “He can’t fuck me like this,” you added, if only to stroke Draco’s ego, but nevertheless it was true. No one could fuck you like this.

“Cum for me, let me feel you,” Draco said, lowering his head into the crook of your neck to ground himself, trying to fight off his orgasm until you got yours.

It didn’t take much longer after that. He had worked you up so much beforehand that your orgasm came to you easily and came with such a force you were left breathless in its wake. Your nails carved down Draco’s muscular back, sure to leave delightful scratch marks that you could study later, as you cried out in bliss.

The moment he felt your walls contract around him, he let himself go with a low groan. The sound was music to your ears, and only intensified the feelings you were experiencing. To have him so close, sharing in the same ecstasy you were, it was like magic.

When you both came down from your highs, he swiftly rearranged the both of you until you wrapped in his arms, both lying on the couch. It was a strange feeling, being in his arms for the first time like this. If someone had told you this would be happening only a few hours before, you would have laughed in their face. But now here you both were, sweaty and satiated, basking in the bliss of finally consummating your marriage.

The thought made you giggle, and when he shot you a perplexed look, you couldn’t help but explain.

“We finally consummated our marriage,” you explained, still giggling. “And don’t worry, by the way, I’m on the potion,” you thought to add, just in case kids weren’t looming in the future for him.

“Good to know you won’t be birthing any bastard children,” was his sullen response, clearly still hurt by the events of the day.

You shifted your body until you were looking directly at him, but he made no moves to pull his arms away from you. If anything, he held you tighter when he felt you move, unwilling to give up the moment.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I did today. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to you. And if I had known even a fraction how you felt about me, I wouldn’t have done it, because I feel the same about you. I was just feeling incredibly stuck in what I thought was a hopeless marriage, and I was lonely, so I sought out someone else. But now I understand that that isn’t the case, and I can promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that it will never happen again,” you told him, putting everything out there for him.

“You feel the same?” He asked timidly, after a moment of deliberation. There was a look of hope on his face, and never in your wildest dreams would you shut down such a rare display of emotion from him. Then again, you may be expecting more of his emotions from here on out.

“Yes. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the little bits of you that I do know, I like. I want this to work, Draco. I want this to be a real marriage. All I wanted was a shot.” you said, just praying he wanted the same.

“‘I’ll admit, I wasn’t a good husband to you by any means, and I probably unknowingly pushed you into doing what you did. But now that our intentions are out there, I’d like nothing more than to give this a real shot,” he responded, that newly familiar look of hope in his eyes present once more.

In that moment, you could both feel it. The beginning of something great.

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