#i almost gave up on this one actually but I'm glad I pushed through because I'm really proud of how it turned out

[ashhollowart]

Hiiii I'm here with a slightly different style and trying some perspective to bring you Gem's lighthouse because I adore what she's doing already this season

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft season 10 #geminitay fanart #geminitay #digital art #digital painting #queer artist #nonbinary artist #Ash's art #yes this Did take me basically all day and yes I Was shrimping for 50% of the paint time #i almost gave up on this one actually but I'm glad I pushed through because I'm really proud of how it turned out #Also! This is my first finished/polished piece of 2024!

[imshymorph]

Here’s soft!price, i’m sure you missed him or at least i did. Of course as soon as i say i’ll write and post about ghost i get ideas for everyone and their mother and write those instead.

I believe that sometimes, when John is away for a mission and struggles to fall asleep, he thinks back to moments in your relationship.

Like now, it had been at least an hour since he had left the rec room where the rest of the task force had been chatting after supper. He had gotten ready for bed and finally found a comfortable position. And yet here he was, still awake despite how tired he really felt.

And just like any other time he had the chance to, he let himself think of you. First he was thinking about how you'd probably be knocked out by now, for sure falling asleep while the two of you watched a movie on the couch and cuddled.

- - - - -

How he'd pause it so you wouldn't miss anything, pick you up carefully to not wake you and carry you to bed. Hold you close and pull the covers around you both before pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering a soft "i love you".

A little amused smile appeared on his lips when those three little words made him jump onto a different memory. One that you referred to as "the unofficial first i love you".

It had started when John received a call from the hospital, not giving the nurse the chance to say more than your name and at what desk he should ask to see you before he was fleeing base and coming to you (even if at that time you hadn’t been together for that long).

To this day you defend how overly dramatic he was, sure you had been in the ER, but it had been "just" because of a minor concussion. You had wanted to snack on some chocolate covered almonds while watching your show, but when you went to get them you had realised the little container had been pushed to the farthest part of the cupboard. Even in your tiptoes, your fingers only grazed the container, not getting enough of a grip to pull it forward.

Determined to have your snack you had gotten a step stool (which John had been happy to hear because he had worked really hard on getting rid of your dumb habit of climbing on the counter). What you hadn’t noticed was that the damned kitchen faucet had been leaking again. So when you got on it and leaned forward, the stool slid back, the movement making you bend forward and smack your head on the cupboard’s edge. After feeling dizzy you had called for a cab and gotten to the ER. And there you were, waiting for him to pick you up.

He had gotten leave for the first few days and kept to deskwork for a couple weeks after to make sure he was available were anything else to happen. He was glad he had done so, as the first week had mainly been you on bedrest with a killer headache, feeling dizzy nearly every time you sat up, almost nauseated whenever you had to walk to the bathroom.

He now was able to admit to himself without guilt that, despite how much he hated the circumstances (the faucet didn’t have the chance to be leaky again from then until you moved in together to the house you now share. And your step stools have grippy stickers on the feet) he loved the perfect excuse it gave him to baby you and hold you all day. Which had led to the memory that made him smile every time.

“John, I'm bored… Talk to me about something.” You murmured, your head resting on the crook of his neck to shield your eyes from the light that managed to filter through the curtains. “Anything, really.”

“Hmm, let me think.” He murmured, his gruff and low voice surprisingly being of help with your headache, giving you something to focus on instead of the pain. “I actually thought about this last week… You haven’t been to France, have you? Maybe when you recover we could plan a weekend trip to Paris.”

He couldn’t help but smile when he heard you chuckle, although it withered a bit when a small pained whimper followed, the pair flaring at the effort. “I’m okay.” You reassured almost instantly, “I just hadn’t expected the topic to be France.”

A low chuckle left him as well, “well, you said I could talk about anything, love.” He justified it with a small self-pleased smile before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Need me to bring anything to help with the pain?”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured softly, adjusting a bit in his arms. “Don’t change topics now, you were promising to take me on a trip.” you say lightheartedly, earning a small laugh from him. “I’m making a big effort here to recover, I better get something good after.”

He chuckled again, one hand moving to rub your back, making you smile against his neck. “Making the effort for me or for the trip, doll?” He teased, but he froze when your answer came, his heart beating faster than he could admit and the warmth on his cheeks luckily hidden by his beard.

“For you, of course.” It had been so simple, and yet he had to stare at the ceiling for a full minute to recover from it, feeling like his heart could jump out of his chest at any moment. And before he could realise, he had gently held your chin and pulled back a bit to look you in the eye.

“I hope you don’t tease me for the rest of our lives for saying this now, but… I love you, I love you so much.” His words had left in a soft murmur, his eyes matching your widening ones as you both processed the moment.

A small shaky breath left you and despite your prominent headache you lunged forward, pressing your lips to his in what he still considered one of the best kisses he had ever received (the list was pretty long but all of them classified after the one on your wedding). “I love you too.” you had said softly as you pulled back, just to immediately slap his shoulder. “But why tell me now, you twat. I’m stuck in bed, we can’t do anything cute like a date night.”

It had caused him to chuckle then and it did now as he adjusted his pillow and pulled the covers a little higher. The official version according to you was a month later, when you both had snuck away for a weekend to the Paris trip he had promised. You had planned an incredibly cliché day out but pretty much none of it had worked out when a storm had drenched the whole city. Somehow you had found yourself taking cover in a quaint and cosy jazz club where you had spent all night chatting away in a small booth.

He could still remember the adoring look in your eyes when he had turned back to you after ordering new drinks for you both. And when you had leaned in and said those three little words, he had known he had been right to say it a month before. His heart soaring and his whole body thrumming in delight when he whispered it back before kissing you.

With a soft smile and a quiet murmur of I love you, John passed his thumb over the wedding band that hung around his neck along with his dog tags before finally falling asleep.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #captain price cod #captain john price #cod mw2 #captain price mw2 #captain price x reader #john price x reader #soft!price

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: requested by a lovely anon!

Warnings: 18+!!!! smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You finally decided to work towards your summer body goals, for next year's summer at least, and you found yourself a personal trainer, who happened to be the hottest guy you had ever seen.

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'Already complaining, doll?'

'Okay, don't be a wuss,' you muttered to yourself, looking at the gym sign in front of you, 'you got this. You want this. You want that body!'

You pushed the door open, stepped inside the large gym, and… you freaked out. It was crowded and loud, packed with hoards of gym bros, who you couldn't stand, and you envied every lady who had that killer body you longed for. It's not that you didn't look good, your body was perfectly fine, but we all have our insecurities. You had just booked a girls trip to Aruba for next year, and you wanted to be carefree in your bikini for once. Working out in a public gym freaked you out, you were too insecure, too shy and too inexperienced to be comfortable in a place like that. So after the trip was booked, you got yourself an intake with a personal trainer

You hurried past the sweaty, muscular men and women, up the stairs, where the private gyms were located. You actually had no idea who your personal trainer was, you just randomly clicked a name on the website and booked a meeting. And because your decision had been so impulsive, you didn't even know if your trainer was a man or a woman, and you panicked again as you climbed up the stairs. You walked up to the door number you had received in your confirmation email, and you desperately hoped your trainer would be a woman, or a really old guy. But the latter was wishful thinking, because why would a really old man be a personal trainer? You sat down and scrolled through your pinterest feed, looking at all those Aruba aesthetics, and you lost yourself in a daydream. 

'Miss?' a soft, low voice called out to you. 

But you were far away, dreaming of palm trees and those cocktails with the little umbrellas in it. Suddenly a pair of sneakers appeared in your view as you looked down at your phone, startling you, and you looked up.

'Miss?' the voice said again, and you locked eyes with the bearer.

You gasped softly at the insanely good looking, no, the just plain hot and sexy man who towered over you.

'Got me a little daydreamer here, huh?' the man smiled and hid one of his mismatched eyes with a quick wink.

Your cheeks heated up and you felt your limbs tremble out of nowhere, while your mouth went dry. You stared at the god-like man as if you were a deer caught in headlights, which clearly amused him as a half smile settled on his beautiful, sharp face. Beside his mismatched eyes, the man had a goatee, his shoulder length hair braided on top, tied in a small ponytail at the back, while the sides were recently shaved. He looked friendly yet dangerously attractive, with a tattoo on his neck up to the side of his head, a scar on his forehead and one on his cheek, while his arms were the perfect amount of toned, and his white shirt highlighted his muscular torso hidden underneath.

'I'm Sihtric,' he said, holding his hand out, 'I believe we have an appointment?'

You forced yourself to take his hand, and the firm handshake Sihtric gave you, while he repeated your name back to you, made you almost temporarily blind.

'I, uh,' you stammered, 'yes.'

'Come on in,' Sihtric smiled and held the door open for you.

You got up on your shaky knees, and you have no idea how you managed to walk inside the office that was part of his private gym, but you were glad you made it and sat down again. Sihtric immediately thought you were cute and had checked you out as you walked past him, before he offered you a drink. You emptied the glass of water before Sihtric could even sit down, and he raised an eyebrow when he leaned back and saw your already empty glass.

'Would you like another?' he chuckled.

'No, thank you,' you nearly wheezed.

'Okay,' Sihtric said, and he grabbed a pen to fidget with as he spoke, 'so, I need to know your goals and motives before I can decide if I will take you on as a client, or if you'd be better off with another trainer. You okay if I ask you some stuff?'

You nodded and reminded yourself to blink, before he'd notice you were straight up staring at him.

'Alright,' he smiled, licked his lips and opened his laptop. He pulled open a drawer and took out some reading glasses, which he put on while opening a document on his screen.

'So, why are you here? What is your goal?' he asked, looking at his laptop.

'Uh, well,' you swallowed hard, he looked even hotter with those glasses on, 'I��� n-next year I have a trip booked, in the summer, and I just… for once, you know, want to… to look good,' you shrugged shyly.

Sihtric looked back at you, lowered his head slightly, frowned, and met your eyes as he looked over the rims of his glasses.

'Look good?' he shook his head lightly, 'lady, you're looking good as you are.'

'I- in a bikini, I mean,' you added, sweating, wishing you were in a bikini at a pool right now just so you could cool off.

His eyes quickly looked you up and down, and he tilted his head as he suddenly looked somewhat concerned.

'Tell me you are not here because your partner told you so,' he said, 'because then I'd like an appointment with whoever that is too.'

'Oh, no, no,' you said with big eyes, 'no, I'm… I'm single. I just… I'm doing this for me.'

'Okay, good,' Sihtric approved and pushed his glasses up his nose, 'then your wish is my command, lady,' he grinned, looked back at his laptop and started typing, 'so you want a so-called summer body then?'

'Yeah, I guess,' you chuckled, and Sihtric gave you a quick smile.

'So, what exactly do you want to work on? Do you just want toned arms? Or do you wish to get some abs or some serious leg muscles to show off?'

'Mainly my arms and abs, yeah,' you said.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, then took off his glasses and looked at you as he leaned back in his chair, 'now, you need to understand that you can work out all you want, but it's more than that,' he said, 'it's also about your entire lifestyle. You have to eat healthy, get those proteins, you know? But also your mindset needs to be good. If you're not feeling it, your body will know. Everything is connected. You have to take good care of yourself. Eat well, sleep well, and train well. I can help you reach your goal, no problem,' he shrugged, 'but you gotta work for it. And I need to know if you're up for that. And I mean really be up for that, because if you decide after a few weeks that it's too intense, and the changes it requires in your daily life are too drastic, then please, do not waste my time. And just because you're cute,' he smirked, 'doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. In fact,' Sihtric leaned in over his desk, 'that makes me want to wear you out even more, and use up everything you got for me with each session.'

You stared at him, not remembering the last time you blinked, and you watched Sihtric lean back again.

'So, are you up for that?' he smiled.

'Yeah, I- I understand,' you said softly, 'I'm up for that.'

'Great,' Sihtric said, 'I'll need you to email me a schedule of your daily routine as soon as possible. I need to know what you eat throughout the day and how much you move around, so I can make a training schedule that fits you personally.'

'Okay.'

'I'll send you a standard list of the things I'll need to know now,' he said and clicked a few times on his mousepad, and a moment later your phone buzzed.

'Got it,' you smiled as you looked at your screen.

'Good,' Sihtric said, 'based on your reply, I'll set up the next meeting and then we can start. Any questions?'

'Eh, no,' you said, 'all clear.'

After you had finally recovered from, and accepted that, your personal trainer was a complete babe who wasn't planning on going easy on you, you replied to his email. You told him about your diet, workout history, which was basically nonexistent, and he needed to know if you had any previous injuries he had to take in consideration.

After about an hour you received a reply back, and your next appointment was already in a few days. Sihtric also included his number in the last email, and said you could text him during working hours if it was important, because he'd reply faster through texts than through email. You added his number and hesitantly texted him with your name, cursing yourself for being nervous to text a work number. But as it was already late at night, you didn't expect a reply, so you hit the send button and forgot about it. But when your phone buzzed only a minute later, your heart skipped a beat.

Sihtric: I told you to sleep well, yet here you are, saving my number late at night ;)

'Holy shit,' you mumbled, staring at your phone, 'fuck. Fuck! Why is he even answering?' You gathered all your courage and replied to him.

You: I thought you would only respond during working hours, yet here you are, also not sleeping well it seems ;)

You threw your phone on your bed and nearly screamed when it buzzed again, only seconds later.

Sihtric: fair play lady

Sihtric: just because I advise someone to sleep well, doesn't mean that I sleep well myself ;)

You: you'd sleep a whole lot better if you'd go to bed ;) 

Sihtric: oh but I am in bed already ;)

You wondered if he was trying to lure you into something here.

You: well, so am I ;)

You: but then I will no longer bother you :) sorry if I did, I thought you'd have your work phone switched off actually

Sihtric: you're not a bother, doll

Sihtric: and I don't have a work phone, this is just my private number. All my clients have it

You: I see… and here I thought I was special :(

Sihtric: if it makes you feel any better…

Sihtric: you're definitely my prettiest client :)

You: you flirt with all your clients on here???

Sihtric: oh, for sure. The retired folks who I train with are simply irresistible ;)

You: oh and you're funny too, I see…

Sihtric: very much so ;) and I'll see you in a few days, pretty lady.

You were nervous once again when you walked into Sihtric's private gym. Not just because you knew it was going to be rough, but also because Sihtric looked even hotter than last time you had seen him. His hair was braided again, he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and red sweatpants. While you were wearing an old shirt that hung loosely around your body, covering up your sports bra, combined with black gym shorts and comfy sneakers.

Sihtric had greeted you with a warm smile and wasted no time getting to work. 

'You ever used dumbbells before?'

'No,' you smiled sheepishly, 'sorry.'

'No worries,' Sihtric said, 'here, try these.' 

He handed you one of the lighter pairs, then grabbed one dumbbell to use himself, a much heavier one, and showed you how to do a bicep curl. But you barely understood him as your eyes were fixated on his flexing muscles.

'Like that, okay? You try it,' he said, 'three sets. One set consists of fifteen repeats.'

'Wait… fifteen?' you grimaced and Sihtric stared at you. 

'Already complaining, doll?'

'N-no,' you chuckled.

'Thought so,' he smirked, resting his hands on his hips as he stood back, 'alright, entertain me now.'

You were already sweating before you even lifted one dumbbell, and you just had no idea how you were supposed to decently work out in front of Sihtric. He was way too good looking, way too sexy, and way too cheeky for his own good.

'No,' Sihtric shook his head as you tried to perform your first bicep curl, 'you're not holding it right, love,' he said and stepped closer, 'that way you're going to pull a muscle.'

He took your hand, guiding your fingers in the right position, and you swooned at the small lines tattooed on his fingers. Then he held your elbow with one hand, as he brought your hand up while holding the weight, teaching you the correct posture and movement of the exercise.

'Better that way?' he asked.

'Yeah,' you chuckled, 'thanks.'

You managed to get through the first set rather fine, the second set was a bit of a struggle, and when you reached the third set, you thought your arms would fall off. Sihtric stood back, clearly enjoying your struggle as he bit down on his lip with a smile. When you just barely finished the third set, Sihtric told you to put the dumbbells down on the floor.

'Feeling your arms now?'

'It fucking burns,' you laughed, painfully and out of breath.

'Good,' Sihtric grinned, 'that means we found you the right weights. The last set always needs to be a struggle, if it's too easy, you need heavier weights.' He winked and squeezed your already sore arm. 'Gotta put those muscles to work, lady,' he smiled.

After you did some more dumbbell exercises, it was time for sit ups. You were glad you could give your arms some rest and you sat down. But when Sihtric sat down in front of you, leaning in, holding your feet down to the floor as he told you to do as many sit ups as you could, you wished you were lifting weights again. He stared into your eyes each time you sat up, and each time it felt as if all the air in your lungs was punched right out at the sight of his mismatched eyes.

You had no idea how many sit ups you had done, it felt like fifty, but Sihtric said you only did fifteen.

'Come on, give me five more, doll,' he smirked, 'you gotta work for me.'

With a heavy and pathetic groan, you completed twenty sit ups, and you laid down on the floor, exhausted.

'God, I'm fucking boiling,' you huffed.

'I bet. You'd feel a whole lot better if you took off that shirt,' Sihtric said, slightly leaning over you as he still held your feet pinned to the floor.

You stared up at him, his smirk made your cheeks heat up even more, but you knew he was right. You didn't wear a sports bra for nothing, you just didn't think you'd get so warm after only two exercises. 

'Yeah, maybe,' you said, struggling to sit back up.

You tried taking off your shirt, but your arms were so sore, you hissed at the movement.

'Fuck,' you grimaced, 'nevermind. My arms hurt too much,' you chuckled.

Sihtric hummed with a smile and leaned in again. 'Need some help with that?'

'I don't know,' you said, 'I'm paying you to help me get in shape, not to help me out of my shirt,' you laughed, which was also painful, but you tried to hide it, 'and… I don't know if I'm comfortable without a shirt,' you said shyly, but desperately wanting to give your body some air to cool off.

'Oh, please,' Sihtric said, 'I don't want you to pass out here because your body gets overheated, there's nothing you have to hide from me. I've seen every body shape, we're all just human,' he said and his tattooed fingers got a hold of your shirt. He slowly pulled your shirt up, over your head, 'And besides,' he smiled, handing you your shirt, 'me taking off your shirt is included in the price, just for you though,' he winked.

You choked on your saliva and desperately reached for your water bottle as Sihtric got up.

'But if it makes you feel more comfortable,' Sihtric said as he took off his own shirt, 'I'll join you by taking something off too.'

You emptied your entire water bottle in one go at the sight of his toned chest. His abs were insane, his biceps were to die for and his whole body… the things you imagined he could do to you in bed made you feel lightheaded. In the mirror behind him you noticed he had a concerning amount of scars on his back, and you wondered what his story was. You stared at his reflection while Sihtric threw his shirt in a corner and looked down at you, eyeing you up before he crouched down next to you, when he saw you were trying to hide your body by pulling your knees up to your chest.

'Listen to me,' Sihtric spoke softly, his face so close to yours, you felt his body heat, 'you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, doll. Honestly, I don't even know why you're here,' he smiled softly, 'you look perfect as you are,' he stared into your eyes and shrugged, 'but, if you wish to make some changes, that's all your choice, and I'm here to help. But you should never feel like you have to hide yourself, and definitely not for a personal trainer, okay?'

You smiled shyly and nodded.

'Good. Now,' he licked his lips, 'I want you to get on your hands and knees for me.'

'E-excuse me?' you asked, wide-eyed.

'For the plank exercise?' Sihtric frowned innocently as he sat back. But the faintest hint of a smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what it had sounded like.

'O-oh,' you chuckled.

'Why? You thought I meant something else?' Sihtric played dumb.

'I… I don't know what you mean,' you lied, but your laugh betrayed you.

'Sure,' Sihtric smiled and hummed, 'bet you like it that way, huh?'

You gasped and laughed again. 'I can't believe this conversation,' you chuckled, 'but fine,' you got a rush of confidence, 'yeah, maybe I do like that.'

Sihtric laughed, throwing his head back as he did, and you didn't even realise you bit down on your lip as your eyes got stuck on his exposed neck, and then your eyes wandered down his body, taking in the spectacular sight in front of you.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, smiling as he looked back at you, 'it's a good exercise if you have someone to join you.'

'Yeah, well, unfortunately,' you chuckled as you finally brought your body into the position he had requested.

Sihtric's eyes took you in for a moment and he licked his lips again. Then he placed one hand on your arm and one on your back, gently pushing you down on your elbows into the plank position.

'If your session was over already…' he said, not finishing his sentence.

You looked at him as he took on the same position next to you, joining you for the exercise.

'Then what?' you asked, feeling your abs hurting already as you held yourself up.

Sihtric stared back into your eyes, biting his lip as he effortlessly held himself up.

'Then I would've made your entire body sore,' he smirked, and you collapsed down on the floor.

After you had done your last round of shadow boxing, you were simply worn out. You dragged your feet towards the sink to refill your water bottle, Sihtric following you to do the same, but just before you reached it, your legs gave out underneath you. Sihtric caught you in his arms and carefully seated you on a chair. You didn't faint, but you got close, and Sihtric held the back of your head as he forced you to drink some water.

'Did you eat what I put on the schedule for you?' he asked, handing you a dextro.

'Not all of it,' you confessed, hiding your face in your hands as you waited for the sugar rush to kick in.

Sihtric sighed and clicked his tongue, then he moved your hands away from your face and cupped your cheeks.

'Listen, I am not telling you what to do because I simply enjoy telling you what to do,' he chuckled lightly, 'I am telling you what to do, because this is what I wanted to avoid. I am not making shit up, you really have to be prepared for a workout. You really have to take care of yourself.'

'I know,' you mumbled, ashamed.

'Then act on it,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and squeezed your chin lightly with his hand, 'you okay, doll?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'thank you.'

'You better not pull this stunt next time, lady,' Sihtric said, 'or you'll be doing ten more sit ups for me.'

You felt sore for days after your first workout, and Sihtric had checked on you through texts a few times throughout the week. You were just as nervous for your second workout, but equally as excited to see Sihtric again. But as fate would have it, your work scheduled a sudden meeting, which clashed with your training. You only found out on the morning itself, and you nervously texted your personal trainer.

You: hey, I'm really sorry, my work planned a sudden meeting this afternoon. I have to cancel our appointment…

Sihtric: is this you trying to quit, lady?

You: I swear it's not

Sihtric: better not ;)

Sihtric: what time you off?

You: I should be home around 8 in the evening…

Sihtric asked you for your address, saying there was no way you were skipping a training, and he'd come over to your place, if you'd let him, to still do your workout as planned. You agreed, desperately wanting to see him again, and the entire day you couldn't pay attention to anything else, other than the image in your head of how good Sihtric looked shirtless. You made sure to eat enough during the day, not wanting to nearly pass out again, and you anxiously waited for Sihtric to ring your doorbell in the evening.

When you opened the door, you nearly went down to the floor already at the sight of his long, slightly messy hair. This was the first time you saw him without braids, and you cursed him for looking so good. You wondered if he knew how good he looked.

'Thought you could skip a workout?' Sihtric smiled as you let him in.

'Honestly, no,' you laughed, 'I really had to work. It wasn't planned.'

'Sure,' he chuckled, knowing you weren't backing out, he just liked to taunt you.

'You always do house visits in the evening?' you taunted back.

'Oh, yeah, all the time,' he joked.

'Bet your partner is not happy with this?' you pried as you walked him into your living room.

'No one's keeping me in check, lady,' Sihtric smiled softly and put his gym bag on the floor, 'only got myself to look after.'

'Oh,' you said, satisfied with the answer, 'good for you. Do you want a drink?'

'Yeah, sure, why not.'

Sihtric followed you into your kitchen, and he traced his fingers over your bare arms as you poured him a drink, your breath hitching upon his warm touch. 

'Still sore?' he smiled.

'Barely,' you said, handing him his glass.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and put the glass down on the kitchen counter as he stepped closer, towering over you, 'I should go a little harder on you tonight then.'

'Oh, really?' you chuckled, 'how hard?' you asked, your heart beating out of your chest.

Sihtric licked his lips and exhaled with a chuckle.

'Harder than you could possibly take, doll,' he breathed with a half smile.

'You don't know what I can take,' you said and shrugged lightly.

You bit down on your lip and Sihtric pressed his body against yours. He leaned his hands on the counter behind you and brought his lips close to your ear.

'You think you can take me?' he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he laughed softly, 'hm?' Sihtric smiled and looked back in your eyes, 'think you can take me whole when I fuck you hard, lady?'

'You don't know what I can take,' you said again, breathier this time.

'You think you can take me when I push you down on your hands and knees?' Sihtric whispered, staring into your eyes, 'think you can take me when I pull your hair and spank your ass?' he chuckled and hummed, then bared his teeth before he smacked his lips, 'think you can take me when I show you every corner of the bed? Or when I throw your legs over my shoulders, going so… fucking… deep… into you, that it'll almost make you blackout?'

'I can take you,' you said, chest heaving up and down, just like his.

Sihtric chuckled again and brushed his lips over your neck, before leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. You softly moaned at the feeling, allowing your head to fall back while he kissed and licked your sensitive neck in a teasing manner.

'How does that feel?' he husked, keeping you trapped with his body.

'G-good,' you smiled, and your hands moved up in his hair.

'You want more?'

'Yes,' you sighed.

'Beg pretty, doll,' Sihtric laughed softly, grinding his hips against yours, making you feel his hard cock, 'beg for more. Beg for me.'

'Fuck,' you hissed, pulling his hair, 'please… please, give me more.'

Sihtric groaned when you pulled his hair, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you firmly against his body. He continued his wet kisses on your neck, down to your shoulders, pulling down the strap of your sports bra with his teeth, before he ran his tongue back up to your neck, earning a desperate moan from your lips as you grabbed the collar of his shirt.

'Tell me what you want,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, and pinched your earlobe between his lips as his hand moved up to your neck, 'tell me,' he breathed, his hand wrapping pleasantly around your throat.

'Please,' you moaned, desperately, 'please, just fuck me. Fuck me anywhere you want, any way, just… please. God,' you sighed, 'I need to be fucked by you so badly.'

'I'll fuck you sore,' he rasped, 'you'll feel every single muscle when I'm done with you.  And you'll still feel me inside you for days to come. You sure you can take that?'

'Ye-yeah,' you smiled and closed your eyes as he kissed your clavicles.

He brought his lips back up to your face, and finally captured you in a heated kiss. His tongue found access into your mouth with ease, and you kissed each other until you ran out of breath.

'Where can I have my way with you?' Sihtric whispered, his heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you.

You took his hand and led him up the stairs, to your bedroom. He picked you up, threw you on your bed with ease, and climbed on top of you with a soft laugh.

'Ready to work for me?' he smiled and dragged his tongue over your neck again, before he left another bruise on your skin as he pinched your flesh between his teeth.

'Oh, fuck,' you moaned, tugging his shirt, 'please…'

'Yeah, that's it,' Sihtric husked, grabbing your chin, 'beg.'

'Please,' you whispered.

'Beg,' he said again, more firm this time.

'Please, Sihtric,' your breath hitched in your throat.

'So pretty when you beg,' he smiled and sat back, taking off his shirt, and you moaned at the sight of him.

Sihtric grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of your bed, 'on the floor,' he said, and you listened.

'Give me twenty sit ups,' he said as he pinned your feet down, 'you will count, and each time you mess up, you start over, you got that?' he asked and pecked your lips.

You were as confused as you were aroused. Was he going to fuck you or was he really only here for a workout? You had no idea, but you did whatever he asked. You nodded and you started your sit ups.

'One… two…' you breathed.

'You have no idea how hard I'm going to take you tonight,' Sihtric chuckled.

'T-three… f-four…' you struggled to stay focused.

'I'm going to use you up, doll, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never want another cock inside you again,' he smiled as he kept his eyes locked with yours each time you sat up, and he moved one hand between your thighs, rubbing firmly against your core.

'S-ix… no, fuck,' you messed up.

'Again!' Sihtric said, and he slapped your still clothed slit hard.

'Ah, fuck!' you cried out with a smile, and you tried to collect yourself again to start over with your sit ups.

'One… two… three… four…'

'Good girl,' Sihtric chuckled as he teased you with his hand again.

'Five… six… seven…'

'Such a good girl,' he breathed, and you lost count again.

You cursed and Sihtric pulled down your shorts, along with your panties, which he flung somewhere into your room. He laid down, propped up on his elbows, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your wet pussy up to his mouth.

'Start over,' his hot breath, his facial hair and his wild, loose hair tickled you, and he held you in a firm grip as he delved his tongue between your folds.

You squirmed in his arms, desperately trying to continue another set of sit ups.

'One… two…' each count was simply a desperate moan, as his tongue and lips pleased you in a heavenly way, 'three… fuck, Sihtric, oh god, FOUR!' you screamed as you felt his heavy moan against your core. 'F-five… six…' your voice trembled as much as your entire body.

Beside being overwhelmed with pleasure, your abs were killing you. But Sihtric had warned you that he wouldn't go easy on you.

'You won't get my cock if you don't do your exercises,' he smirked and licked your juices off his lips, before he went down on you again. 

You continued your sit ups, and as tears rolled down your face, from the struggle and the intense pleasure, you finally reached twenty. Sihtric gave you one more firm lick before he moved up, and wiped his mouth.

'Fuck, you taste good,' he smiled, 'now get on your hands and knees.'

Finally, you thought, and before you turned away from him, you saw Sihtric take off his sweatpants. He kneeled down next to you and, like the first time, he pushed you down on your elbows, in the plank position. Sihtric took off his underwear and kneeled in front of you, and you were confused again. You thought he was finally going to fuck you, but he wasn't. Not the way you thought at least.

'Open,' he whispered, tracing this thumb over your lips, and you listened. He slowly brought his length inside your mouth and his hands settled in your hair. 'You know this exercise,' he smiled, 'you stay in this position for one minute. And if you fail,' he chuckled and raked his fingers through your hair, 'you'll have my cock in your mouth for as long as it takes for you to complete that minute.'

You moaned softly, desperately trying to not give in and lower your body onto the floor, while Sihtric slowly fucked your mouth. You desperately struggled the last twenty seconds, but Sihtric hummed with a satisfied smile as he pulled out. You gasped for air and chuckled.

'Good girl,' he whispered and kissed your lips.

'Told you… I… I could take you,' you grinned, out of breath.

'You think I was done?' Sihtric smiled, and he picked you up again.

He threw you on your bed again and joined you. He took your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pushed inside you with ease. You moaned hard at the feeling of his size, and as soon as you had adjusted, Sihtric fucked you hard and deep, just like he had promised. You screamed and cried out his name, loving every second of your workout, but you also knew he didn't lie when he said you'd feel him for days after. Which was exactly what happened. He did everything he told you he would. He took you from behind, pulling your hair and spanking your ass. He showed you every corner of your bed, as he flipped you over with ease with those strong arms. And when Sihtric came, after you were fucked sore and numb already, he held you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your skin as you tried to recover.

'Was this… also included in your price?' you asked, tiredly, but with a grin.

'This was for free,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but you'll still have to pay for your sessions at my gym,' he said and cupped your cheek with his hand, 'but if you'd like, we could do these free workouts on a regular basis too.'

'They'll always be free?' you smirked.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'only if you'll go out with me,' he said and kissed your lips.

'Only if you promise that you don't do these kinds of workouts with anyone else,' you smiled.

'I promise,' Sihtric whispered and smiled.

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[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

A Day Out

[Death/ Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader

(I'm back! I just finished finals and I'm glad I finally get to have some proper sleep, so here's a slightly longer fic as a celebration)

It was another busy day in the market today, it seemed. With people bustling around in packed groups as they looked from stall to stall, it almost seemed difficult to get through the crowd. But she’s had years of practice, and this busy market day was like any other busy day she’s ever had. 

  Gliding through the crowd with ease, she was able to get to the stall she had been looking for, a grin tugging on her lips in victory.

  “Glad to see you again, señora!”

  “You know I can’t resist the sweetest apples in the market!” She winked at the vendor from under the hood of her cloak, who laughed and gave a wave as he turned to handle another customer. Plucking one of the bright red apples from the stall and rolling it around in her hand, she places a few on the basket, about to call out to the vendor to pay when a familiar voice rumbled next to her ear.

  “Don’t move. Don’t talk. Or at least don’t look up at me when you talk. Just don’t make it obviou--”

  “Yeah, yeah I get it,” she hissed under her breath, glaring to her left where he was ducked to her height before turning her attention back to the vendor, who still seemed to be busy handling the other customers than worrying about her. She shifts her gaze back to Muerte, who she couldn’t really see because of her hood. “Now what are you doing here? I never really see you outside the bar…” she turns to check the vendor again. Still looking away. “Or in the morning.”

  Though she couldn’t see him, she could almost hear and feel the grin that tugged up his lips. “Are you already sick of seeing me all the time?”

  “No,” she grinned, finally turning to look at him. “Just weird seeing your stupid face in this much light.” Flicking his nose, she turns to call out to the vendor, Muerte holding his nose as he grumbles under his breath, waiting for her to finish paying. 

  When she turns to head to the next stall, having to squeeze through the crowd of people and dodging a few running children along the way, he was still following her, and it didn’t take a minute or two until she finally mustered up the courage to speak.

  “So why are you here?” She paused, turning to look at the people to see if they were looking at her.When the coast was clear, she turned to look up at Muerte, who seemed to be faring quite just as well in the crowd as much as she was. “Did someone die nearby? Or did you just miss me?”

  Muerte exhales through his nose, amused. “No, I’m actually… protecting… someone.” 

  He was turning his head as if searching through the crowd, and his words caught her interest. 

  “‘Protecting’?” She parroted, but Muerte turned to another direction, almost losing him in the crowd if he hadn’t been taller than most of the people among them. 

  “Hey!” She called out in slight offense, not bothering with his rules as she pushed back against the crowd to get to him faster, angering a couple of people along the way who cursed and yelled as she went. He was hunched on one of the stalls, looking through the wonderful smelling baked goods that were lined in front of him, most the customers (especially the vendor) cowering in the corner at the sight of him.

  Well, guess they weren’t being discreet anymore.

  Blowing out a frustrated breath, she walks up to his side, giving an apologetic glance to the vendor. 

  “Protecting?” She repeats, actually considering buying some bread as the wonderful smell hits her nose. Guess she didn’t mind having a snack or so later on while reading. “I never thought you as the type.”

  “I’m not,” He replied, paying the shaking vendor with what he owes and grabbing the bagful of pastries he had bought. Which was, surprisingly, quite a lot. “But she’s important, and anything that happens to her would have dire consequences.”

  He turns to leave, much to the vendor’s relief, and she curses under her breath, quickly paying for the pastries she had placed on her basket before running to catch up to him. Just what was the point of  walking with her if he was going to keep leaving her in the first place? 

  “Slow down! Geez, it’s like you can’t wait up or something.” She grumbles, taking one of the bread from her basket and taking a bite out. “If this person is that important, then what the hell is she doing out here?”

  “Because she’s one hell of a stubborn doe.”

  He places a hand on her shoulder, ushering her through the crowd before she could react and leading her towards a clear field, empty and quiet, save for the doe that sat amongst the flowers and grass, humming a calming tune to herself as she weaved a flower crown.

  “Oh stars,” she breathed out, the realization crashing down on her.  “Is that--?”

  “Vida,” Muerte confirmed, then turned to her in a slight glare. “Don’t flirt. Trust me, we’ll never hear the end of it again.”

  A mischievous grin tugged up her lips. “Who says I’ll be flirting with you?” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at the look of disbelief and slight offense that crossed his face.

  “Muerte?” Vida’s voice broke through, and she froze in embarrassment at the thought of Vida hearing what she had said, feeling her cheeks slightly tingling as Muerte laughed at the look on her face. 

  “It’s me,” Muerte hums, being the first to walk towards the doe. “I brought you what you asked.” He lifts his hand that holds the bag full of pastries. “And an additional guest, if you don’t mind.”

  “Of course not!” Vida’s ears perked and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of (Y/n) walking behind the towering wolf, pushing herself to her feet and immediately running towards her. “Oh look at you! Such a small thing! Come, come! Sit!” Vida ushers her towards the small picnic blanket that she must’ve set up earlier.

  “Thank you,” (Y/n) hummed, Muerte sitting in between her and Vida with a small secret glare. She scrunches her nose up at him, then turns to Vida with an exhausted huff. “He’s very nice, isn’t he?”

  Taking note of the sarcasm in her voice, Vida laughs with a snort, covering her mouth as she did so. “Oh he’s always been that way.” She starts, grabbing a pastry from the bag as Muerte rolls his eyes with a huff.

  “But you must be (Y/n)! Oh, Muerte has told me a lot about you!”

  That was a surprise. 

  “Oh?” She raised her brows up, mouth formed in a small ‘o’ as she couldn’t form the proper words to say.

  “Vida,” Muerte warns, stopping midway from sharpening one of his sickles as he gives her a glare. 

  “He does,” Vida continues with a teasing grin, much to Muerte’s clear dismay as he brings a hand up to his eyes with a groan. “As well as your… current predicament.” 

   “My..? Oh,” she rubs the back of her neck, “Well? Do you know how I got it? Maybe… you made a mistake?” Her voice shook lightly as she spoke, not knowing what Vida’s reaction would be if she had outright suggested a mistake in her making. To her relief, Vida simply gave her an apologetic smile and shook her head.

  “No, I don’t. And neither of us could smell a curse on you, either, so it’s not that. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s fine. I have a long life to figure it out.” (Y/n) grins. “You think Muerte will stick around?”

  “Well, he already talks quite fondly of you at home, so he might.” Vida grins, looking up at the wolf as she takes a bite out of the pastries, Muerte letting out another groan in the background.

  “Vida!”

  The next few hours or so went by just like that. With Vida oftentimes trying to embarrass Muerte that he threatened to leave the both of them here if they kept at it. At some point, Vida had shown her how to weave the flower crowns she was doing earlier, and they had fun trying to chase Muerte into wearing them (which after a few minutes of running around and begging, he finally sat down and agreed, though he had a sour look on his face the entire time with his arms crossed above his chest and a small pout on his lips).

  “Oh don’t be such a baby,” (Y/n) grins, reaching up to his head to place the crown on his head, his ears tilted back as he grumbled. She leans slightly backwards to get a better look at him, a proud smile on her lips. “See! You look so much better now—it adds some color to you.”

  He reaches up to the crown on his head, and she immediately smacks it away before he could even think of removing it.

  “Don’t take it off! I made that with my bare hands, you know!”

  “I do, I saw you just now.” He huffed, then turned to watch Vida as she interacted with some of the woodland animals that had strolled in earlier. (Y/n) watches her too, a small smile tugging up her lips.

  “She’s very nice,” she plucks a flower up from the ground, twirling it in between her fingers.

  “Too nice. It’s going to get her killed out here.”

  “Well I’m glad she has you to protect her all the time,”

  Muerte turns to her, an unexpected soft look on his face.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah,” she shrugged. “I mean, have you seen you? You can frighten anyone with those eyes.”

  “But not you?”

  She hums, “No, not really.”

  “Why not?” He turned back to check if Vida was okay, and found her basically making each and every animal that came near her a flower crown.

  “Because there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She smiles, looking up at him. “You’re beautiful, Muerte.”

  His breath hitched, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he turned away. 

  “I--” He starts, but the words were immediately lost in his tongue. He couldn’t bring himself to look back up at her, but he could hear her fuzzing with her basket as she leaned ever so slightly towards him to support her weight, close enough where he could feel her warmth against his arm.

  “Ah crap,” She cursed, Muerte finally turning to look at her as she rubs a hand down her face. “I just remembered I have to get to the bar early tomorrow. Corin has the flu and everybody else is busy.” She sighs, pushing herself up to her feet with the basket on her arm. “He’s not going to die from that, is he?”

  Muerte snickered, shaking his head. “No, from what I last saw he still has a pretty long life ahead of him.”

  She breathed out a sigh of relief, a hand to her chest. Turning to look at Vida, it seemed that she was still busy tending to the animals, and she didn’t really feel like walking over there and having them all skitter and run away. 

  “Tell her that I had a great time,” 

  Muerte pushes himself up to his feet. “I’m sure she already knows that,” He grins. (Y/n) remembers the flower crown on his head, a laugh pushing past her lips.

  “I still better see that flower crown the next time we see each other.”

  He lets out a groan of complaint. “You know I can’t wear this when I’m out collecting souls!”

  “Alright! Fine!” (Y/n) huffed, leaning up to her toes to try and grab the crown. Muerte immediately had his hands on her hips in case she lost balance, ducking down just the slightest. She takes the crown in her hands, then plucks one of the strands of lilac decorated along the edges of the flowers, tucking it into a slightly loose thread in his black poncho. “There, at least you still have a pop of color on you.”

  She backs away with a hesitant step, patting his hands and lightly prying him away, her skin tingling where the warmth of his palm had been. 

  He eyes the small flower for a second, a small chuckle pushing past his lips. It was better than the flower crown, he had to say that. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t fall off.”

  “You better.” She threatens teasingly, squinting her eyes and pointing a finger at him. He laughs, nodding his head and holding both his arms up in mock defense. 

  “I better go,” (Y/n) eyes the darkening sky, “See you next time at the bar?”

  Muerte hums. 

  “I’ll be there.”

(Vida heard all of that, she's definitely teasing y'all the next time you see one another)

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[jeonwonoow]

Chapter 1. The Invitation

warnings: none

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—

A soft sigh left your mouth before you lightly bit your lower lip as you stared at the white card with powder blue accents and at the center, a photo of a little boy sitting in between his big teddy bear’s legs. The corners of your lips curl up into the softest smile possible as you caressed the said photo. “You look so much like Soonyoung, really,” you whisper as if the little boy could hear you.

You didn’t bother to open the card and put it down on your coffee table then grab your phone in exchange.

Soonyoung:

Hope you got the invitation in your mail. Hayoon wanted to bring it personally to you but we were busy in preparations for Hyungjunnie’s christening. See you there, Y/N!

You:

I did, Hosh! I’ll make sure to come. I can’t believe it’s been a year since junnie came.

Soonyoung:

Yeah! So when is our best friend gonna grant our wish and give our junnie a playmate? :(

You:

Tell junnie I'm sorry haha. It'll take a while.

Soonyoung:

We're at that age. You've buried yourself under all the work since...you know...:( why not give love a shot again?

With a shake of your head, you put your phone inside the pocket of your jacket and got up from the couch, not sending any reply to Soonyoung's last text message. Sunday won't be a free day then since you need to go out and get some nice clothes for their son's christening.

While driving to the mall, the deafening silence made you think about the last text message of your friend again. He's right and it's somewhat sad. You like to think that you have completely gotten over the past, just because you don't cry over it anymore. You just didn't want to admit to yourself that your heart still has that wound that wouldn't heal, no matter how much time had already passed, no matter who tried to help you; that it still clenches whenever he passes through your thoughts. You tried. You tried hard. You gave it a try, you gave men chances, but nothing works anymore so you just focused on work, work, and work.

"It's been 3 years," you whispered as you watched the countdown of numbers beside the stoplight. "If we never broke up, would we have had our first born already too?" You slightly chuckle and grab your coffee you got from a drive thru earlier, taking a sip just to wake you up a little bit and stop your silly brain.

—

The week passed by so fast you hadn't noticed it's already saturday, Hyungjun's christening. Soonyoung had to call you and check up on you, making sure again that you're coming. He checked up multiple times during the weekdays too that you almost feel like you're the one going to be baptized. "Jesus christ, Hosh."

"Okay, okay, sorry. Just asking if you're coming...again. You know, junnie misses you very much." Actually, he's just very worried you wouldn't come after seeing the invitation you didn't even open, which is by the way, missing. You ended the call while rummaging through all the papers on your table, unable to find the invitation. You probably brought it to your office and left it there but whatever, you could come in your pyjamas and Soonyoung and Hayoon would still take you in as they seem so excited for your presence.

As soon as you got your dress on, you slipped on a white pair of high heels and gave yourself one last look on your mirror before hurrying to the parking lot of your flat. You can't understand how you're feeling at the moment, and why it's all mixed up. You drove anyway to the location with your thoughts pushed in the back of your head.

The first thing you see after getting out of your car is Soonyoung walking towards you, followed by Hayoon who's holding Hyungjun's hand as the little boy stumbles, still learning how to walk.

"I'm so glad you came!" Soonyoung spread his arms and you dive into his hug. "We've all been so busy the past months."

"Right. I'm still so glad Soonyoung turned out to be a really responsible dad and husband though," Hayoon pops into the conversation. "Imagine if I had to be a mom and also had to work altogether. At least I get to be with junnie while he grows."

"I know," you chuckle. No, what do you know about being a mom, it's just an expression. "Will you come back to your work when Hyungjun grows a little more?"

"We're planning to just build a business, actually," Hayoon says as you all walk into the church, Hyungjun now carried by you.

The sound of a car making a drift onto a parking space made you turn your head just quickly before turning to your friends again. You couldn't pinpoint what that feeling is again but your breath surely hitched.

A few minutes later, the ceremony starts and you get into the solemn feel of the moment not until the priest ordered the godparents to come in front. As you find your spot, you see him in your peripheral vision. Just to make sure you weren't going insane, you slowly turned your head to your right to fully see the man in white button up and black slacks with his hair pushed back. It's almost as if you have become deaf that moment. The world just stopped and you weren't sure if you're still breathing.

He looked at you and your eyes locked for a few seconds before you broke it as soon as the corners of his lips curled into that smile. That stupid smile that never failed to make all the blood in your body go up to your face. You wanted to leave. You wanted to disappear. But for Hyungjun, for Soonyoung and Hayoon, you needed to stay, and so you did.

Soonyoung and Hayoon noticed how tense you were when everyone was sent back to their seats. They looked at you with worried eyes, and then looked at him.

"What's this?" You mouthed as soon as Soonyoung returned his eyes on you. He raised his palm a bit, enough to signal you that you'll talk about it later.

After the ceremony, you hurried to your car faster than lightning, but not faster than Soonyoung who left his wife and son inside to entertain everyone and the priest. "Hey-"

"I wasn't informed, Kwon Soonyoung."

"I was wondering too," he nods. "Your names were written beside each other in the invitation. You know now why I kept checking if you'd come. I was wondering why you weren't going mad, honestly." Ah, yes, the invitation you lost that you hadn't even got to open. Your shoulders sulked as you leaned back against your car door.

—

"Hayoon," the woman turned when she heard a man call her name after everyone started to leave. "She's still here? I didn't think she'd come."

"Hey," Hayoon greeted back, holding Hyungjun in her arms tightly. "Soonyoung and I were worried about that too. Looks like she didn't see your name listed there, Wonwoo."

Wonwoo chuckled, remembering that habit of yours to not read details thoroughly. You even accidentally drank expired milk because of that back when you were in highschool.

"Soonyoung probably followed her." Hyungjun stretches his arms to Wonwoo and the man gladly takes him as they walk to the parking lot, his heart instantly warming up.

—

The moment you see Hayoon approaching with the man carrying the little boy behind her, you grab the handle to your car door but Soonyoung stops you from opening it. "Kwon Soony-"

"Y/N," his voice went into your ears and straight to the void in your heart. Jeon Wonwoo. "It's been so long." Your eyes went from Soonyoung to Wonwoo to Hayoon to Soonyoung to Wonwoo.

"What do you guys want from me?" Almost like a kid throwing tantrums, you whined making them chuckle. You're still that whiny girl they remember even after changing your persona into this tough, independent, workaholic single lady after breaking up with Wonwoo.

A moment of silence fell between the five of you until Hyungjun started throwing an actual tantrum, probably wanting to go home already just like you. "Come here," Soonyoung takes him from Wonwoo and bids goodbye to you. Hayoon does the same, leaving you and Wonwoo like they didn't just set you up into this. And so you were left in yet the most awkward position you've ever been in your life, standing face to face with your ex.

"Hey," you both say, your voice almost coming out as a soft whisper. Wonwoo slips his hands into his pockets and presses his lips against each other into a thin line. "I didn't think you'd come," you both say again, getting surprised at how your minds still sync.

"I actually didn't see the invitation."

"I was thinking if you read my name, you'd cancel."

"'course I would." You roll your eyes and turn to open your door, finally, but you're stopped again by Wonwoo's hand on your arm this time. "Can you not fucking touch me?"

"Can you not curse on me?" His stern voice made you turn your head. "I want a peaceful talk and you're making it hard. Are you still mad after all those years? Can you hear me out? Or, can we at least be civil this time?"

Yes, you're still mad after all those years. And no, you don't wanna hear him out and have everything come crushing your heart again. Also no, you can't stay civil with him because you'd go insane with him being so close yet so far. "I hate you. So much. Jeon Wonwoo."

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[blueicequeen19]

My Bloody Valentine

Warnings: threats of non con, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, judgmental parents, forced breeding, this is not a nice fic 🚩

Rafe froze from his spot on the stairs, listening as yours and your parents' voices grew louder and louder as you fought. His jaw clenched, teeth practically shattering as you so easily gave into their demands.

"You will go back to school and you will not see anymore of that Cameron boy!" Your father shouts. Rafe snarls and he hears your scoff in response.

"We already broke up! We aren't together anymore!" You cry, a chair scooting and signaling the end of their family dinner.

"Well make sure he knows that because he's still hanging around. You know how I feel about the Cameron's. Rafe is not good enough for you and you're not to associate yourself with a known drug addict and a leech." Rafe's blood was already boiling but now he wanted to hurt someone as he creeped back down the hallway and to your bedroom.

"Jesus Christ, Dad. Do you know how you sound? I'm an adult!"

"Then start acting like it! You want all these nice, flashy things but you haven't done anything that shows me you've earned it. I can just as easily take away your sports car and your private school and your credit cards so straighten up. Get your shit together and get rid of that loser."

Rafe slips back in your room, shaking with rage as he leans up against the door. He was tempted to trash the room in an attempt to let off some steam but then he’s give himself away. He looks over just as your phone lights up on the charger.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he picks it up. You never went anywhere without. You were obsessed with your phone and never let it out of your sight. Rafe couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

He almost breaks the device when he finds your messages and sees that you're still talking to not one but two of your exes. You’d actually received a dick pic from JJ, the worthless Pogue. Rafe hated all the Pogues but especially JJ because he’d already had you once. And now he was trying to have you again.

Rafe quickly deletes their threads before an idea hits him. With a smirk on his face, he changes his name in your phone to your ex's name, clearing your chat history so you're not suspicious. Then he blocks and deletes their numbers, snapchat included.

Rafe takes out his own phone and sends you a text, telling you to meet him in the pool house out back. His brain was moving a mile a minute, coming up with a plan that no one could fucking ruin as he pockets his phone and slips back out the window. He's barely from sight when you emerge angrily in your bedroom, slamming the door as more shouts meet your back.

Rafe watches as you strip into your sleep clothes, showing off your delicious curves and fuckable tits before looking at your phone. Your face lights up and Rafe is practically seeing red. Did you get that excited when you knew it was him texting you? He was going to give you something to be excited about.

Rafe climbs back down the tree and makes his way over to the pool house, slipping in through another unlocked window so he can get ready. He finds some duct tape and takes it upstairs to the bedroom. After tossing his shirt and shoes, he sits down in the chair in the corner of the room, waiting for you.

Twenty minutes pass before you finally slip in through the front door. Rafe listens to the careful click of the door shutting and your soft footsteps on the stairs. He could barely contain his excitement as the door slowly pushed open. The first thing he noticed was that you'd changed into a skimpy pink lingerie set with hearts over your nipples, probably losing your clothes in the hallway, and you'd applied heavy make up. The second thing was that you couldn't fully see in the dark because you sauntered up to him without a care in the world.

"I'm so glad you texted me. I need this." You purr, coming to a stop in front of him. The darkness completely conceals his identity until he leans forward, the moonlight shining in just enough that you can make out his stoic face and angry eyes.

"Rafe." You gasp, stumbling backwards. His foot shoots out, tripping you so you fall backwards onto the carpet.

"Miss me, baby?" Rafe sneers, lunging forward and pinning you to the floor. You slap at him but he's too strong, easily manhandling you onto your stomach and yanking your arms behind your back.

"How do you have JJ's phone? What the fuck are you doing?" You hiss, thrashing as he duct tapes your wrists together. Rafe fists your hair, shoving your cheek against the carpet as he brings his lips to your ear.

"Why are you still talking to both your exes? My cock not enough for you?" Rafe snarls into your face. Being this close to you had his restraint wavering. The way your perfume filled his head and how your body squirmed beneath his. He wanted to eat you alive. And he would. You always made him reckless and impulsive. There were so many things he wanted to do to you and for you that it made him incredibly dangerous.

"You went through my fucking phone? Get off of me!" You shout, thrashing wildly until his sickening laugh rings in your ears and a chill washes over you.

"Did you know that you can easily remove an IUD at home?" Rafe smirks against your ear, his hand still holding your head down against the floor. Panic sets in and you open your mouth to scream when tape is suddenly slapped over your mouth, silencing you.

"That you can get pregnant as soon as it comes out?" Tears fill your eyes as Rafe sits back on his heels, letting his hands roam over the tight lingerie you were wearing. He reaches your thong and wraps his finger around the elastic, tugging it back before letting it snap harshly against your skin. You whimper, terror and dread filling your system. You'd never seen Rafe like this. He didn't take the break up well but this was different.

"They'd never be able to keep us apart once you were pregnant with my child. They'd have to let us be together. We could get married and everything would be better." Rafe lifts up and rolls you onto your back before perching back on his heels while still straddling you.

You whimpered, your hands painfully smashed beneath you in the carpet as he brushed your hair from your face with an eerie smile, stroking your cheek like a prized possession.

You shook your head, eyes practically begging him not to do this but he only gave a sick smile before letting his eyes focus on your breasts that were spilling out of the too tight lingerie. He licks his lips like he's just been presented with a tasty dessert, his pupils dilating until his eyes are almost black. You wiggle beneath him as he leans down, running his tongue up your cleavage and the side of your throat.

"I forgot to tell you,” Rafe whispers, giving your breast a hard squeeze, “Happy Valentine’s day, baby."

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[starsfic]

In the drunk red son fic, what on earth did Azure say to red that made him drink himself under the table

And please tell me mk or swk gave him an ear full about it. Like they actually pulled on his ear to be at eye level while they nagged him

Slap!

Azure Lion blinked in shock, reaching up to shakily trace the handprint on his face. Qi Xiaotian couldn't blame him- he had never imagined himself doing what he just did. However, he was too angry to really be horrified. Instead, he reached up and grabbed Azure's ear, yanking him down.

"How fucking dare you."

"What did I do?!" Azure yelped, sounding so clueless that Xiaotian almost believed it.

Except he had Red's quiet request from this morning rolling through his mind. The wedding had been delayed for a week- and he was so fucking glad that Red and his's parents were more than willing after hearing the story- and now he needed to deal with the reason why. Instead, he adjusted his grip, and Azure yowled.

"What the fuck you did is you...you...you..." He hissed. For a moment, his body ached, and he felt a thrill of strange delight at Azure's wide eyes. "Whatever the fuck you said to Red, you damaged his self-confidence that...that..." Once again he stuttered, so angry that he was almost fucking blind. "You hurt him," he chose to hiss. "And the reason Xiaojiao or Wukong isn't here backing me up is because I insisted Red have an emergency therapy session while I deal with you."

Azure's eyes widened even more. "Now, Xiaotian, look..."

"No, you look," Xiaotian gripped his ear even tighter. Faintly he felt something wet, under where his claw dug in. "I am so fucking furious right now. You do not try to ruin my wedding because you have a petty grudge against DBK and Iron Fan because you're fucking jealous that they got to have what you and my mentor couldn't." There were probably more reasons beyond that, but that would hurt the most. Azure opened his mouth and just as quickly shut it as Xiaotian glared. "And don't you dare fucking deny that. You promised me that you would try to fix things with everyone, and that is the only reason I still talk to you at this point." Why he even invited him to his wedding. "So I am giving you one more chance."

"You are?"

"I am," Xiaotian yanked Azure closer. "Fix your fucking attitude. Actually show that you want to make a change. Yellowtusk did it, and I believe you can." He released the ear, slightly. "If you don't, if you try to pull a stunt like that ever again, my mentor will make sure you never see me or any of my children." He eyed the lion. "Got it?"

"Yes," Azure said. Purple eyes met him, and he could see the regret. Whatever he said, he was regretting it. "I'm sorry for being the reason your wedding has been pushed back."

"Thank you." Xiaotian released his ear, and Azure stepped back, reaching up and rubbing his ear. "I don't forgive you. I'll let Red think about it. But thank you for acknowledging your mistake."

Azure managed a stiff nod.

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[aettuddae]

hole in one — chapter 45.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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when the door opened, everyone stood up quickly, expectant of what the results would be.

kazuha came out first from the office where the meeting had been held. her expression didn't say much, she looked at her partner and gave her a small smile, but it wasn't enough to draw any conclusions.

behind her, the professor. the group of people tried to hold him back and question him, but the man just said goodbye and left the place.

third, minhyuk's father, the lawyer, came out, smiling, and he opened his arms, inviting his son into a hug.

"really!?" yunjin squealed when she saw the professional's attitude.

just then, karina walked through the door, entering the hallway.

"guess who's still in ncu!" for every word her smile expanded wider and wider, she was so genuinely happy.

the girl started jumping up and down happily and her friends surrounded her to hug and congratulate her. they all held each other as a group.

"we thought you were going back to your hometown to sell fish on the beach." seungkwan dramatized.

"finally i'm going to be able to study in peace." minjeong began to cry.

"are you actually crying?" judged yizhuo.

"it was the most stressful week of my life." she let out almost voicelessly. "but now i'm going to be able to be the architect to your economist." she sank her face into her friend's neck.

"that's not even a thing." she played.

"see you didn't have to give up? you just needed a haru and a minhyuk's dad." joked yunjin. "and now you're going to stick with us forever and always." she kissed her forehead.

"if you came out of this, there's nothing that can get you, bestie." said the chinese girl as she pretended to get emotional.

the others went to thank minhyuk's father before he had to leave, and then they also approached the girl.

"congratulations, minecraft girl." minhyuk put his hand over karina's head. "now that you have a second chance, please don't piss no one off."

the younger girl laughed and with her finger she amusingly squeezed the side of minhyuk's stomach, causing him to fold over and pull away.

"thank you for asking your father to help me, i am always grateful." she walked over and gave the boy a hug.

"guys," juyeon walked towards both of them and joined in the token of affection, leaving the girl in the middle. "i love you, guys." she feigned the thrill.

"you don't even know me." reminded yu, laughing.

"after this, i feel like we lived seven lifetimes together."

"you can still be my classmate!" got excited giselle while approaching.

"you're right! we're going to graduate together!" they both held hands and started skipping around in circles.

"congratulations, jimin-ssi." declared haru from the side as she watched her friend and her mate celebrate.

"thanks to you, ssem. you helped me more than anyone." the blackhaired one stepped away from her acquaintance and took a few steps to the older girl.

"i'm glad i helped you."

haru laid her eyes on her with genuine tenderness and reassurance. surely because of how grateful she was to her, or because of how adorable she looked, jimin had a rush of desire to touch her, to hold her close. for a moment she didn't care if kazuha was right there, she wrapped her arms around the athlete, holding her tightly, securely, feeling her scent, laying her head comfortably against her.

kwon put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her back, and rested her cheek against jimin's.

"we still have to watch that movie, by the way." the golfer mentioned, breaking away a little so she could look at her face.

"oh, sure, exo." for a second, karina remained distracted in thought as she looked at the older woman's features. "tomorrow?"

"tomorrow." she agreed.

"guys." minhyuk called. "there's someone else we have to thank."

everyone turned their attention to kazuha, who stood by the office door waiting for haru.

"it's okay," she spoke. "you don't have to pretend you like me." she dismissed.

"great! bye! i'll wait for you guys in the parking lot." yunjin sarcastically proffered as she walked toward the stairs.

"yeah, i'm leaving too." ningning followed.

"no, but seriously," broke the silence seungkwan, once they walked away. "thank you for helping my friend."

"no matter what reasons you did it for, it was a good act." added minjeong. "congratulations on the first act of kindness you've ever done in your whole life." she gave a little clap.

"how funny you are, is clownery your degree?" replied the athlete mockingly, getting a grunt from winter.

"thank you, nakamura, now i like you 1% more." minhyuk took the word. "you only have 99% left to the top!"

"today, you finally proved that you do have a soul." continued eunseo.

kazuha raised her middle finger to them.

"thank you." this time, the voice belonged to jimin. "i will never forgive you, but thank you for today." she expressed honestly. "really."

the brunette nodded her head, accepting her words. then, she felt someone touch her waist and spun on her heels to meet her girlfriend. she slid her hands down her torso until she could join her hands together behind her back, and sheltered her face in her neck, nuzzling haru's neck and jaw with the tip of her nose.

"i'm proud of you." the older one murmured in the girl's ear and proceeded to hold her even closer to her body.

"shall we?" her best friend's voice distracted karina, who found herself staring at the couple.

her face showed reluctance at the scene of that embrace that was so different from the one she had received.

what she couldn't understand was the intense discomfort she felt inside her body when she saw the two of them sharing a kiss. it was as if someone was kicking her in the chest from the inside.

she was still mad at kazuha anyway, so she guessed that it made her uncomfortable to see someone as nice as haru with her.

yeah, that's what it was for sure.

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[littledrummeraussie]

a rare appearance of dom luke please 🧎‍♀️

This is my first ever Luke piece (took me what? 3 years?), and let me tell you, this one was a ride I did not expect at all. The idea came to me almost immediately, but I'm glad I took the time with it because I'm actually really happy how it turned out.

When I was coming up with the title, Personal Jesus came to my mind for maybe obvious reasons, but it did not really fit with the whole story. Until I remembered the version Hilary Duff made out of it, and let me tell you, that was the perfect fit.

This might not be everyone’s taste so I’m sorry? Also, I was heavily inspired by this Luke:

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reach out & touch me (before i go insane). [a dom!Luke blurb]

warnings: daddydom!Luke. subfem!reader. pet names. daddy kink. fingering in front of a mirror. one little spank. a moment of breath play. Luke is both praising and taunting the reader during their play time. (let me know if I missed anything???)

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“You’re so easy, Angel.”

Luke softly nipped your earlobe, hot puffs of air tickling your skin, making you shiver at every little touch. It always made your knees weak when his voice turned deep and scratchy, so easily switching modes, slipping into the dominant role that he rarely showed to the world. A role that was only reserved for you.

“Lu– please…”

His messy blond curls hung over his forehead, traces of glittery makeup still painted on his skin from the time he was performing. He was still high on adrenaline when he got back home – rushing through his veins, making him dizzy with want and need for you: to touch and tease, to give and take, to wreck you before the night ended.

“That’s not my name.”

It only took him a second, just a look with those darkening blue eyes to have you on your knees, obediently waiting for his orders, always wanting to please him when this side of him came out to play. A little chuckle left his lips, something between sweet and satisfied before crouching down to you to tip your chin up, pressing a kiss on your parted lips. He breathed against your ear, telling you to go to the bedroom and wait for him.

“I–”

You’ve tried to be patient as you kneeled at the end of the bed, waiting for Luke to finally come after you. It felt like an eternity, but finally you heard his steps coming up the stairs, taking his time as he strolled down the hallway, leisurely kicking his boots off like they didn’t cost thousands of dollars. He stopped in the doorway, throwing his suit jacket over a table or a chair, you weren’t sure, just that he towered over you, calling your name to look up at him.

“Say it.”

He looked like a god, or something else out of this world, looking at you like you were a precious little thing that pleased him, something picked out from the masses, so special and beautiful, only fit for a man like him. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth and against your tongue, letting you suck it just for a second before he pulled his hand back. A low whine slipped out of you, doe-eyes searching him, pleading to let you get close to him again, to feel him against you, however it pleased him. Luke gave you a sympathetic little noise, almost something like a chuckle or a chiding, your name falling off his lips softly – it made you shiver from head to toe. Luke finally took pity on you and stepped closer, the bulge straining his pants right in front of you as he asked you to help him strip without being too touchy. After all, good girls do as they are told by their–

“Daddy.”

With trembling hands you reached for the button on his pants, tugging down the zipper that was pressing against his boxers, his cock so close and inviting, you just wanted to wrap your lips around the tip that already soaked the thin material right in front of you. You bit your lip to keep those thoughts at bay, always wanting to be so good for him, and instead you pulled on the legs, the pants sliding down on Luke’s hips, pooling around his ankles. He kicked them away, motioning you with just a nod of his head to stand up and help him out of his tank top. Your fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slowly, palms sliding against his warm skin for a second, just to feel him. He grabbed the top and pulled it over his head, throwing it away, standing in front of you in all of his glory. His head dipped down, lips whispering against yours, only a thin circle of blue around his dark pupils.

“Good girl.”

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Luke’s back way resting against the foot of the bed, long legs stretched out, toes almost touching the mirror standing in front of you. You leaned against his chest, your own legs thrown over his thighs to keep them spread, your panties long forgotten along with Luke’s clothes. He was still wearing his boxers, his cock rubbing against your ass as your hips moved, trying to get him to move, to touch you, to take away the ache deep inside you.

“You’re so easy, Angel,” Luke softly nipped your earlobe, hot puffs of air tickling your skin, making you shiver at every little touch. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“There you go, Angel,” he traced his nose against your cheek, kissing it sweetly. “It wasn’t too hard, was it?”

You choked on a moan as his fingers curled against your sweet spot again, his thumb rubbing over your clit in small circles. Your pussy was soaked from the way he teased you, from the way he edged you, the wet noises filling the room and your ears as Luke’s fingers moved in and out of you. Your nails dug into his thighs, eyes closed tightly as you chased your pleasure, head thrown back onto his shoulder as your pleas spilled from your tongue.

“Look at yourself,” he pressed a kiss on your temple, teeth grazing the top of your ear. “Come on, open your eyes and look at yourself.”

For a moment you needed to bury your face against his neck, knowing the sight will make you feel embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Luke was right – you were so easy to play with. You loved him for bringing out this side of you. With a soft whine you finally opened your eyes, looking at your reflection in the mirror, your walls clenching around Luke’s fingers at what you saw.

Your eyes flickered between your boyfriend’s face as he watched you in the mirror and his hand moving between your thighs, fingers pulling out of you and spreading you open, your lips puffy and the most beautiful shade, drenched with your arousal. He pushed back in again, his rings cold against your sensitive skin where you were wrapped around his fingers, making something tighten in your core. He must have felt it too, suddenly teasing a third finger against your hole, making you grind against his palm.

“Daddy… Daddy please, please… I wanna… I wanna… Please Daddy…”

Luke growled at your begging, hips bucking forward at his name, rubbing his hard dick against your ass, the wet spot growing where the precum soaked his boxers. The fingers on his free hand curled into the top of your sleep shirt, tugging it lower on your chest, his grip so strong that soon you heard the thin material rip, your tits spilling out. It made you trash against him, so lost in your pleasure, not sure if you wanted to press forward against his hand or fall back and melt against his chest, giving up all control and letting him do as he pleased.

You suddenly felt empty, his fingers disappearing from inside you, and a whimper escaped you at the loss of his touch, your brain already trying to string together a sentence or at least a fragment of it to beg him for release. Not even a second later Luke’s hands curled under your thighs, gripping you and pulling your body back against his chest, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realized you must have slipped down, not being able to keep yourself up anymore. His palm was running all over your skin, one hand finally settling back between your thighs, fingers massaging your clit, while the other grabbed one of your tits, pinching your nipple. Teeth bit down on your neck, leaving a faint mark as he hungrily kissed and licked the soft skin, his fingers never stopping on your body.

The hand on your tit gave one last pinch to your nipple before sliding up on your sternum, fingers wrapping around your neck, and you choked on your next words as Luke softly gripped your throat, leaning closer to your ear, his whispers so close it was like he became the voice inside your head.

“Lu– Daddy, please, I’m–”

“What’s that, Angel? Hmm?” his voice was syrupy and warm like honey, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. “Is my baby not satisfied? Does she need more? Oh baby, is it not enough, what Daddy already gave you? So insatiable.”

His fingers tapped your clit before suddenly giving a quick little spank to your pussy, the pain and the pleasure travelling up your spine and making your thighs clench together, if it weren’t for Luke’s legs keeping you spread open. A second later his fingers slipped back inside you, steadily going in and out as his other hand travelled up to your face, grabbing your chin and squishing your cheeks, your lips falling open in a perfectly shaped O.

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel,” Luke’s lips dragged against your temple, leaving an open-mouth kiss on your hair. “And cum for me.”

It felt too much, the way his fingers were rubbing your sweet spot, palm grinding against your clit with every stroke, how he kept your head in place against his chest, eyes locked in an intense stare, those baby blue eyes now dark and full of lust, his words praising and taunting you at the same time until your vision blurred, back arching and toes lifting off the floor, hand grabbing at his wrist between your legs as you finally came, your whole body shaking from the powerful orgasm rushing through your veins.

“There you go, Angel. So beautiful,” Luke’s voice was soft around the edges, fingers slowing down as he worked your through your pleasure, helping you start to come down from your high. “Look at you, such a piece of art, baby.”

You sagged against his chest, feet finally lowering and resting against Luke’s legs as you tried to find the willpower to open your eyes, still shaking from the way his fingers were softly playing you. When you finally looked up you could see in the mirror how wrecked you looked, spread open in Luke’s lap, his fingers petting through your soaked folds, red nails glistening with your arousal, the shade against your pussy looking like an art piece, just like your boyfriend said it.

He left soft, sweet little kisses on your cheek and jaw, fingers running through your hair as he cradled you in his arms, his words praising you for being his good girl, such a perfect Angel, so absolutely beautiful for his Daddy. You whimpered softly when your felt his caresses on your thigh running too close to your pussy, his pinky finger brushing against a spot that instantly made you shiver. Luke chuckled above you, voice even lower than before as he breathed against your ear.

“Aww, sensitive?” he tutted lightly, lips pressing against your temple as he whispered. “Too bad, Angel. We’re just getting started.”

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[billthedrake]

DYNASTY

This story was inspired by A4F Tales' (@talesfromunderthemattress ) story Parental Unit. Consider this an unofficial sequel of sorts.

Kevin was driving. He almost always insisted on driving if it was the both of us. Now as I looked over at my older brother, I was glad he was behind the wheel since it gave me a chance to scope him out. Even now, after 8 years of being married, at least in our minds, I never got sick of looking at him. His hairline was receding but if anything that made his solid coach bod even better looking, kind of the best of both worlds, being a 31 year old dude starting to rock the daddy look a little.

"You think Dad hit the bars tonight?" I asked. Still feeling the glow of date night and the buzz of the extra glass of wine I had because I wasn't driving.

Kevin's normally serious expression turned into a slight laugh of a grin. "Probably bro. You know how he's alwasy going on about not getting enough pussy."

I chuckled and puffed out my chest like Dad as I imitated him. "What you boys have going on is great and all... but I'm 50/50, you know," I said in my best Craig Stansell baritone.

Kevin laughed. "Whatever it takes, babe," he said, looking away from the road quickly to flash me a grin. "Besides, the old man's almost 60. Let him have his pride."

"58 and a very fine 58," I chimed in. "You think we ever push him too much?"

My husband seemed to think that over a second. "Not really, no. If anything, maybe not enough." He patted my thigh. "If he found another woman, you know, settled down again... would you be upset, Kyle?"

I didn't have to think of my answer. "Selfishly, yes. But I want him to be happy bro, you know that."

"I do too, of course," Kevin continued, thinking out loud as he turned into our subdivision, where we'd been shacking up as brothers ever since I moved down to Florida to work under him in the college football program he coached. "I just think, you know, he's kind of what makes our relationship work so well."

I'd thought of that too. Kevin and I had both given up our asses to each other, many times, and would gladly continue to do so. But we both preferred topping and all around loved the rush of fucking a man. "We'd make it work regardless, Kevin," I objected. "But I know what you mean."

He nodded and held up his left hand after he turned toward our street. "It was fun wearing our bands when we go out."

"Fun's an understatement," I growled softly. It had been a nice romantic evening, but my big brother was gonna get me hard, fast. "Wish we could do it more."

"It's risky," Kevin said, lust in his voice. "But we'll have to find a way."

The Florida air was warm and muggy. That's the one thing I'd never get used to, but beyond that this was paradise. Maybe because it's a place Dad could take an early retirement to and not bat an eye, living in an in-law addition behind our place.

"Hey guys," our father said, peeling his eyes off a Ravens-Steelers game on TV. Ever since coaching college ball, Kev and I relished our Sunday days off, and had grown less interested in following the NFL religiously. But Dad was still sports obsessed and maybe missed his own coaching days, more than a little. "How was date night?"

Kevin casually patted Dad's meaty shoulder through the man's T-shirt. It still blew my mind how casually our father had sussed out me and Kevin's sexual relationship, early on and how he not only didn't seem to mind but actually covered for us. Only later did I discover he'd fooled around with our Uncle Rick growing up.

"Great," my older brother said, looking over at me with a wink. "Nice to have some one-on-one time with my special man."

Dad grumbled. "You boys should take your special time any goddamn time you want. Forget I'm here if you have to. You guys are married, and just because you asked me..."

"All right, Dad," Kevin laughed, holding up his hands like he was 17 and being delivered another lecture. "Me and me husband are gonna go to our bedroom and have hot date night sex, OK?"

Dad got a big grin on his gruffly handsome mug. Unlike Kevin he still had his full head of hair though it was almost entirely gray now and maybe not as thick as it once was. "That's more like it."

Kevin patted his shoulder and turned to walk back to our room. I knew he was horny from our conversation, and since yesterday was game day and as usual we didn't usually get around to sex, my brother was undoubtedly feeling as backed up as I was. "Good night, Dad," he said.

"Good night," I said to my father, only leaning in for a quick peck of a kiss. On the lips. "You OK on your own tonight, Dad?" I asked.

"Son... if you don't get back there quick, your brother's gonna have some major blue balls," he joked.

I about asked about his blue balls, but instead just took the hint. "All right, Dad. Have a good one."

Kevin was already naked when I got to the master bedroom. I liked stripping for him as he watched and stroked his fat brother bone. "Jack is doing a great job with you," he said, referring to the strength and conditioning coach for the team. Even if I wasn't a player, I took advantage of the man's expertise and encouragement. While Kevin had a naturally medium-build coach bod, I was getting more jacked, almost like a tight end. The more I did, the more my husband loved it.

"Remind me to thank him," I grinned, stepping forward naked to the bed.

We were both horny but we also loved the physicality of making out before swapping blow jobs.

I took my big brother's dick into my mouth, slowly working him up. "Damn, suck me KS," he urged, using my initials as a pet name ever since we first fooled around, back in the day. "Suck your big brother." Those words never failed to turn me on. I blew him with longer deeper mouth strokes, using my hands to feel his hairy balls and hold his prick. Kevin was in shape, but that coach-bod padding felt real nice and softly furred against my forehead as I managed a deep throat.

"FUCK!" my husband grunted, holding me down playfully on to his hairier crotch. "You're too good to me, man." He let up on his grip and I started bobbing again, trying to work him to a good, heavy cum.

Only as Kev was getting too close, he pulled me off, gently pushing my head back once his thick prick cleared my wet lips. "Let me return the favor, bro."

I nodded and I knelt on the bed, letting my older brother lean forward and start licking me. "God, I love date night," he hissed before he bagan taking me into his mouth."

It was hot, very hot, watching my successful head coach of a brother go down on me, his masculine face getting an intent look as he did his best to blow me. It had taken a few years actually to convince my cocky brother to actually go down on me. Now, he took oral service as a serious job, as much dedicated work as studying game tape. You'd think that approach would be a turn off, but instead it drove me wild to see Kevin treat my pleasure like his biggest mission in life.

I could have let him get me off, but something was on my mind.

"Think we should invite Dad back, bro?"

I thought Kevin might be pissed off or at least bark his usual reminder that it was date night. Instead he pulled off my hard dick and slurped back the excess spit before he nodded, "Go get him."

I leapt up like an excited puppy and strutted into the living room, naked and hard. Dad was still watching the game, and I startled him when I put both hands on his shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. "Feel like joining us?" I asked simply.

He looked up and his eyes went wide when he realized my nakedness. Kevin wasn't the only one into my new jacked-up body. "Don't want to spoil your date night, Kyle," he said softly.

"When did you ever spoil anything, Dad?" I asked. "But it's up to you. We'd love to have you with us tonight."

He nodded, and god I could tell he was horny for it. "If you're sure."

"Sure I'm sure," I said. I gave a reminder. "But it's the master bedroom."

We had a ritual about this. Turns out Dad was on board, as always. "I want that," he said quietly but confidently.

I appeared first, and Kevin was already lubing up his cock, confident Dad would come in too.

"Hey Dad."

It wasn't Kevin who said that but our father, who was stepping out from behind me and peeling off his T-shirt. His 58 year old frame had always been muscular, an ex-jock's build, but since moving to join us in Florida, he'd kept at the weights hard to stay solid. He was very much a silver muscle daddy, tanned and buff, though with the telltale roughness in his skin from a man that age.

"Pop says you guys want me to join you," our father added, getting into the psychodrama we'd honed over the years. One that played out not every night but at least once a week.

"Come on, son," Kevin said, patting the mattress and scooting to make a spare spot. "We love having you in our bed."

Dad never played favorites, but when we did role reversal like this, Kevin was Dad and I was Pop and that just intensified the bond he had with his eldest. I watched as Dad scooted next to my brother-husband, letting Kevin take the lead to claim a kiss as Dad's furry muscle daddy body almost arched like a cat in Kevin's greedy embrace.

I never got sick of watching those two men kiss. It was romantic and sexual at the same time, in equal parts.

It turned me on to see how much our father loved it. His old man had been a legendary football coach, and after a number of threesomes Kevin and I sussed out that Dad had some giant-sized Daddy Issues of his own. A little role play and pushing the envelope and we settled in on this.

Dad was our son only when joining us in the master bedroom, but we embraced it so heavily that for that time it felt real to us. Real to Kevin, real to me, and real to our dad.

For his part, Kevin outright loved playing Dad to our father. As hot as the sex was between me and my brother, this brought out his more assertive side.

Already he was making his way down Dad's silver-furred body, kissing down that mature muscle and nudging our father's legs up and back. Dad complied. "Oh yes, Dad," he hissed. "Eat out my son hole."

He got into it, into that intimate connection between my brother's tongue and his sphincter, gently loosened from Kev's and my regular fucks. "God, Pop, I love you guys," he hissed as I lay next to him. And like that, me and my father were kissing. Deep, tongues battling, sucking the air from one another.

We got lost in that incest kiss. Me being daddy for my father and both of us loving that head-fuck. Either we made out longer than I expected, or Kevin was real impatient that night. Before I knew it, Dad pulled back and turned to look at Kevin who was holding our father's legs and entering him with that heavy brother cock of his.

"God, yeah," Dad said. "Dick me, Dad. I need it so bad, sir."

The S word was like poppers to Kevin. He growled and plowed right in. The first time he'd taken Dad like that I was pissed off and a little worried. But turns out Dad loved it. Even if that ex-NFL-er cock softened at the rough intrusion, Dad was always back to full hardness quickly.

That's how it played out now. I watched excitedly as the dick that made me steadily got its lead hardness again. I slicked my father's prick up with lube and slowly stroked while Kevin pounded him with harder faster stokes.

"Fuck, son," my coach brother hissed, throwing that beefy body into an athletic performance. Even if I preferred to top more than bottom these days, just watching my husband in rut made my vers side rare up and crave Kevin inside me. We'd have to see how long I'd go before making that a reality.

"Fuck me Dad!" our father bellowed, getting real into it, his hips bucking a little to work his cock in my lubed fist and to meet the fantasy patriarch's thrusts. "Use my hole, sir."

Kevin's face scrunched up and I knew immediately he was coming. One of those sudden, no warning orgasm. His normally confident voice became a succession of whimpers as he ejaculated deep and heavy inside our father.

"Hell yes," our dad his, excited to be bred.

I was horny as hell now. Impatiently, I got up and practically pushed Kevin out of the way. "Fuck 'im babe," he growled, placing his meaty paw on my strong shoulder. I looked down and saw his amazing prick wet with fresh cum. The view of Dad's asshole was better. Legs spread wide, our father showed off the now fucked-open hole and the incestuous creampie oozing out.

I'd never done this before, though it had been on my mind. At that moment, horniness overcame any hesitation I had. I leaned down and started licking Dad's pucker.

"Oh SHIT, Bro!" Kevin exclaimed. I didn't have to see to know my brother's softening prick surged right back into a hard watching me felch on his load. It was evident in my brother's voice.

Dad actually chuckled at how nasty I was being. But didn't care. I licked deeper now, rooting for a stronger taste of Kev's cum. I figured if I was gonna have my first felch experience, I'd go all the way.

Dad helped me out, by pushing out a good bit of Kevin's load. That familiar brother-husband flavor filled my mouth, and it drove me wild to realize just how much he'd cum.

"Oh fuck!" I growled as I pulled back, my throat half clogged with that assload. I rushed as I got into the saddle. I hoped to god Kev's fuck was foreplay enough for Dad, because I was coming in. My entry was rougher and more sudden than Kevin's had been.

"Yeah, Pop," Dad hissed. No softening cock this time, my father's meat twitched in its hardness as I boned him.

The dad-son mating was fevered. Dad clenching at my body and me doing my best Kevin Stansell topping imitation. As I fucked Dad and as Dad called me Pop with every other stroke, I imagined doing this to my father over the years, as the man entered his 60s, and even his 70s...

The idea almost tripped my trigger but I held off so Dad could cum. I didn't want to leave the old man high and dry. So I slowed my strokes and tried to work his butt nut. "Yes," he hissed, getting into the new rhythm. It wasn't a Kevin imitation, but a Kyle Stansell fuck.

My brother had actually gone to piss, like he always does after a good fuck. I guess I'd forgotten about him, because I was surprised to feel his hands on my mind and his kiss along my neck. "You're beautiful to watch Babe," he whispered. Instinctively I leaned back into that kiss and embrace, even as I had to slow my fuck down to a slow hump.

It took me a second to register how greasy Kevin's lubed cock was and how adeptly it was rooting in between my tight-end-worthy ass cheeks. "Whaddya say, bro?" he grunted, licking and nibbling at my ear lobe.

I wanted it. God, I wanted. "Yeah," I replied, and all of a sudden I was the center of attention. Dad's eyes on me, hungry but amused at watching me take my brother's cock. Kevin feeling me up to coax me to relax.

My man knew he had to take his time. And it had been a solid four months since he'd fucked me. I was tight as fuck.

But something about that situation was opening me up. Slowly, then more steadily I felt Kevin's thick tool plowing in. Challenging me to accept all of him.

"He's big isn't he, Pop?" Dad asked.

I looked down in my father's brown eyes. "Feels even bigger going in," I answered.

"It's gonna make you feel amazing, Pop," Dad said with sincerity. "Always does."

Kevin loved being talked up like that, and he now thrust more excitedly into me. It was intense but in a good way. Particularly once Dad's ass started clenching down on my own cock, buried deep inside him. My father was stroking his meat once more and sending shock waves to my bone in the process.

I wouldn't saw we had a practiced rhythm doing a fuck sandwich, but we alternated between Kevin driving things and me being the one to move my hips between these two men.

Dad came first. The excitement of watching his two sons fuck combined with the stimulation in his ass.

"Fuck son!" Kevin exclaimed, watching over my shoulder as heavy spurts of semen spurted from our father's reddened cock. "Give it up, stud."

Just hearing those role play words in my ear got me off. I grunted in orgasm, wordlessly but my body tensing and revealing that I'd crossed the line in a major way.

Kevin's hips were now bucking faster, almost frantic in the guy's realization he had a brief window to get off in me before I lost the sex-fueled openness in my ass.

He made it, barely. My brother-husband's strong hands gripped my waist as he powered his second cum of the night inside me. Making up for no-sex Game Day. I accepted his seed, proud that I'd done this, put out for my man.

My brother gave a soft kiss to the back of my neck and slowly pulled out.

This was always the hardest part of the role play. Not going back to our real-life family roles. But we'd learned to keep it going. Wordlessly, we showered off, first me and Dad in the shower, before I stepped out and let Kevin join him.

"You going to sleep with us tonight, Son?" I asked as I toweled off and watched them rinse under the spray.

Dad looked over at Kevin, maybe expectantly but mostly trying to read his reaction. Kev patted Dad's ass. "Up you, son, but your dads would love to have you join us."

It was wild to see the mature man, a pro-ball veteran and a coaching legend in his own right, act like a deferential college kid with us. He smiled and his dick chubbed out a little as he nodded.

I thought I was spent, but my own prick firmed up at the sight. All the way to full erection. Kevin laughed. He'd cum twice and his beautifully thick prick hung soft, water dripping off.

"Gotta warn ya, Son," my brother said. "Us coaches can be real horny bastards sometimes."

Dad chuckled and I watched as he slipped out of Kevin's embrace and dripping wet, stepped onto the bath mat before crouching in front of me in that classic blow job kneeling position.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Dad.... Pop..." Then looking up at me he took my son-prick into my mouth.

#drakestories

[dracowars]

Can I have some fluff between Luke and a Padawan reader who doesn't like loud noises? Please??

white noise | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x padawan!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n is afraid of loud noises

a/n: i love all the luke requests i'm getting recently, our sweet farmboy deserves the world 🫶🏻

warnings: none

universe: star wars

Regulating your breathing, you roll your shoulders back, sighing softly as you try to settle into a comfortable position that makes your early meditating session easier. The first rays of the sun, that peek out over the forests and mountains of Yavin 4, tickle your face and you feel a content smile form on your lips. The quiet sounds of whisper birds reach you from afar and you bathe in the otherwise silent atmosphere of this early morning.

At first, you didn't like the idea of having to wake up early while everyone else was still roaming through their dreams, to start your daily training as a Padawan. But Luke, your master, made sure that, after a few times, you actually enjoy these sessions. The harmony, the peace that you feel all around you, it fulfills you and makes you feel at ease, ready to start the day.

It is nice to just sit here, meditating in a cross-legged position and listening to what this beautiful planet has to offer. But not only that, you also thoroughly enjoy the company of Luke. It is only in these early hours of the day that you have him all to yourself and you feel like your bond has grown even stronger since the first time you met. Luke was eager to train you, to take you as his first Padawan, even though he was technically not a master either. But you have grown together over these past few months and you are sure the meditating sessions contributed to that greatly.

"How are you feeling today, Y/N?", Luke asks you, his voice coming out as very calm and peaceful as he is meditating right next to you, face in direction of the sun.

"Good. Better than yesterday", you answer, not opening your eyes as Luke taught you. 'You don't need to see someone to talk to them. You can feel their emotions, if you only concentrate enough' is what he told you and you have, in fact, mastered this way of communicating with him. To the extent that you can now sense when something is bothering him, when he is happy, or when he is not feeling well from a great distance, him not even being in the same room as you.

"I'm glad to hear that", he replies, sighing as he is shifting in his position and you can feel that he is telling the truth. Yesterday wasn't a good day for you and Luke obviously noticed. You didn't tell him the reason for your behaviour yesterday, when in one moment you were doing fine and in the next, you were the reason that your mission almost failed. It didn't, Luke made sure of it, but the look he gave you said everything. He knew that something was going on that you weren't telling him and his subtle question just now shows you that even though he doesn't want to push you, he would certainly like you to open up to him.

After all, he only wants the best for you in all ways possible.

And you know that. Still, you don't feel comfortable with telling him because it makes you feel weak. You know it is a stupid way of thinking, but you just can't help it.

Sighing, you shake your head and open your eyes, just to see how Luke was about to place his hand on your knee, but pulls back as he senses that you have left your meditation. Immediately, he opens his eyes as well and your eyes meet.

His eyes scream for you to tell him what's going on and, in that moment, seeing the worry in his face, you feel like you can tell him. You can tell him everything and it will be fine. Contemplating how to start, you break eye contact and stare at your hands in your lap.

Just as you made up your mind and are about to tell him, a loud noise erupts from somewhere around you. You can't tell what it was - could have been a blaster, an X-Wing starting, or even an unknown creature in the forests of Yavin 4. But whatever it was, it frightened you. No, it didn't just frighten you, it terrified you and, in a matter of seconds, you are on the edge of a panic attack.

Moving your head in all directions in search of the source of the noise, your heartbeat increases a thousandfold, your hands tremble and your ears are filled with only a dull noise. You feel like you are falling, deeper and deeper, until suddenly, you feel a hand on yours and, in all this mess, find Luke.

"Everything is fine. You are fine", he reassures you, his thumb running over the back of your hand to make sure that you know he is there, with you. "Look at me, Y/N."

Your inner demons tell you to not look at him, to run away from all your fears and to get a grip of your emotions, but his words sound calm, not judging you in any way, only trying to get you to him. So when you actually look at him, you feel the ground beneath you again, the air rustling through the nearby trees, and the whole atmosphere around you slowly starts to feel peaceful again.

"It's perfectly okay to be afraid, Y/N. You don't need to feel ashamed. I have noticed that you are scared of loud noises before, but you don't need to be. Not anymore, anyway. Whatever happened that made you fear loud noises, I'm here, by your side, and I will always protect you, even if it's the last thing I do", Luke comforts you, squeezing your hand a bit more to assure you that he means every single word. "Don't let this fear determine who you are. You don't have to overcome it today. You don't have to overcome it tomorrow. But we can work on it a little more every day."

Tears are running down your cheeks now, his words making you feel good again after such a long time of keeping your fear a secret. You feel safe with him, you feel understood. You nod, wanting to finally overcome your fear and once you do, Luke takes you into his arms, pulling you into a soft hug that you so desperately needed.

"I will be here, every step of the journey", he softly whispers into your ear and you can't help but smile.

After this day, Luke made sure to keep all the loud noises away from you, reproaching the pilots if they are too loud again and leaving R2 with you so that, whenever he can't be around, R2 will be. Only in your training sessions does he allow loud noises, where he can regulate and control them. And it does not take long until you feel a change, not panicking every time you hear a sudden loud noise.

And indeed, Luke does not leave your side until you have overcome your fear completely.

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[mafuluzx]

AHHH I love your Wattpad FICS they bring so much joy 💖💖

Idk if your still doing request or not but can I request jay x male reader where the readers comforting jay after he got hurt during a battle ( reader is also a ninja please)

And I'll probs ask one for kai later if you don't mind

Have a lovely day/night

AHH THAT'S SO NICE TO HEAR!!!! I PUT ALL THE FLUFF IN MY HEART TO THIS!!! I think I succeeded. :3 It's a little short, but I believe quality > quantity, so this is it for now. I'm also very sorry I posted this so late, I have no good explanation, my dumb brain just forgot tumblr existed or something! I'm so sorry!

WARNING! Needles, I know people who can't handle needles so I'll put a warning about it here!

Jay x male reader oneshot!

Takes place in some of the newer seasons.

Comfort

"...It hurts... Am I going to die...?" Jay let out weakly as he laid his head on (y/n)'s lap.

"No you aren't, silly." (y/n) answered with a calm voice and a comforting smile as he brushed through Jay's hair with his fingers.

"...Am I going to-"

"Jay, ask the same question ONE MORE TIME, and I'm leaving." Kai scoffed as Jay glared at him with tears in his eyes.

"But it hurts!!!" Shouted at Kai before recoiling in pain. (y/n) placed a hand on Jay's cheek comfortingly before trying to soothe the blue ninja with a small "There, there..." Kai rolled his eyes before continuing to sanitize the stab wound on Jay's stomach. Three hours ago, the team were actually worried if Jay would die or not, but thankfully the lightning ninja was tougher than the spear that had pierced through his body a few hours ago.

"It'll only hurt for a bit." (y/n) said as Kai pulled out a needle and thread, ready to stitch Jay's wound closed. Upon noticing the small and sharp object, Jay tensed up and looked up at (y/n).

"Why is Kai helping me?! By the time he stitches this wound up I'll have ten more on me!" Jay raised his voice as Kai glared at him.

"I can still hear you. Ugh, I don't know why i'm here either." Kai said before gently pushing the needle through Jay's skin. Jay gripped your hand tight as you squeezed his hand back just as tightly. Jay looked like he was about to die any second now, tears of pain gathering in the corners of his eyes, so (y/n) couldn't help but feel really bad for him.

"...I'm done." Kai finally said as Jay let out the biggest sigh in existence.

"Thank you, Kai. I didn't trust my own skills enough to treat to a wound this big, I'm glad you did it for me." (y/n) thanked Kai in Jay's stead. Kai rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded before hurrying to leave. He had to get back to the deck to talk about the teams next move, but Jay had to rest under the deck due to his wound, and he had forced (y/n) to stay with him. There was a long silence as (y/n) pet Jay's hair, and the blue ninja laid perfectly still and accepted the treatment.

"...I love you." Jay suddenly said as (y/n) chuckled a bit.

"I love you too." He said back as Jay smiled hopefully.

"Can you make me something to eat?" Jay asked as (y/n) chuckled again, before pinching Jay's cheek.

"Ahaha, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm only babying you because you got hurt. And you are in no condition to sit up, much less eat anything."

"You're so cold!" Jay sniffled as (y/n) sighed and continued brushing through his hair.

"I thought you loved me?" (y/n) questioned Jay.

"I do, but you know what I mean!" Jay said and tried to stretch his body, but it only ended up sending a shot of pain through him, and he dug his nails into his arms to relieve the pain. (y/n) quickly swatted the hand away.

"...I'll cook you something tomorrow, how about that?" (y/n) offered after a small silence. Jay's eyes lit up, but he didn't move.

"Really?! Yay!" Jay celebrated before continuing.

"Can you bake a cake?" He asked as (y/n) chuckled.

"Cole can bake a better cake than I." They both knew what level Cole's cooking was on, so Jay gave up the idea almost instantly. He frowned and sunk his head into (y/n)'s lap.

"Come on now, don't sulk." (y/n) said, but got no answer from Jay. (y/n) rolled his eyes before speaking once again.

"How about egg rolls? With any fillings you'd like." Jay turned his head just a little so he was looking into (y/n)'s eyes, before burying himself back in his boyfriend's lap with a:

"Yes, please."

#ninjago x reader #x male reader #ninjago #x male y/n #jay x reader #jay x male reader #oneshot

[tathrin]

not so much a fic writer question from the list, but your reply to #48 got me thinking - have you read Sansukh by @Determanfidd? If yes, what did you think of it?

I have! Probably much more recently than every other person on the planet who likes Legolas and Gimli, but I finally have and I adore it.

It took me a while to get fully invested, in part because I'm not really a fan of the leaning-into-movieverse-and-then-pushing-further thing that people have a tendency to do where they really dial-up the antagonism between Legolas and Gimli, which this fic did do in the beginning so I gave it a little side-eye about that for the first few chapters (but thankfully by then I was already intrigued by the dwarves so I kept reading)...and in a much larger part because—and I realize that I'm about to speak sacrilege in the eyes of many here, yes—I simply do not care about Bilbo and Thorin as a couple. I don't! I actually filtered that tag out when I first started looking through the Legolas/Gimli tag on AO3 because of how completely disinterested I was (hence Sansûkh not even showing-up in the tag for me at first lol).

But I kept seeing references to it on tumblr and in fanart (in particular this one) so one night when I ran out of other stories that I was interested in reading I finally popped it open...and, huh, that's an interesting beginning, okay. So I read a little more. And I found myself quickly getting interested almost in spite of myself in all these dwarves whom, I must confess, I genuinely could not remember which was which in most cases (meaning their depictions in the movie; I couldn't place which name went with which dwarf; I googled a few times I'm not going to lie). So it was interesting also in a more meta-sense, because here was this author taking existing canon characterizations and details and building up a whole society upon them...but to me, they were effectively complete OCs. So it was I'm sure a very different reading experience for me than it was for most readers, because I had no context for over half the canon cast!

(The only reason I sometimes know who the movie dwarves are now when people reference them is because of this fic I am not kidding.)

Although speaking of OCs...oh my stars, the OCs in this story are amazing. I'm glad especially that I already had a Mirkwood Populace of my own conceived before I read this, because Laerophen in particular is just the best and I want to read a dozen more stories with him and it would be very difficult to be trying to come up with Mirkwood OCs now without ending up with pale imitations of Legolas's brothers here if I hadn't already had Rilaerloth and company living in my head.

(I will forever live in hope that the author will someday figure out a way to write an original novel with the general premise of that ending trio's journey to the east because that would be amazing.)

Anyway, Sansûkh very quickly went from "I suppose this is interesting" to "I am so invested in this entire universe holy crap" for me and I've actually read the whole thing through twice now. I actually even gave a crap about Bilbo and Thorin's relationship by the end! I was rooting for them so hard!

Absolutely great fic. Spectacular world building, great character work both for the canon folks and especially for the OCs. Love it, recommend it with enthusiasm...even to folks who potentially don't ship one of the main couples, or think they have no interest in most of the characters XD

Although I maintain that I do still want this fic too.

#sansûkh #sansukh #lotr fanfiction #ask meme #fic rec #lotr

[aromanticbuck]

Mouse song?!

*chanting*

Mouse song! Mouse song!! Mouse song!!!

🐁 🎶 🐁 🎶 🐁 🎶

[Sorry I loved your meta about other mouse songs and must have moar]

Hi, nonny!

I'm glad you like my ramblings, and thank you for engaging in my nonsense (realistically, I wouldn't have elaborated if someone didn't ask me, I would have just blasted the song on repeat while I cleaned the apartment, which I will still do later), it means I get to make everyone sad. Somewhat incoherently.

The song is Delirium by Elizabeth Gerardi, and when I say just dropped I mean... last night. I turned it on while I was getting ready this morning and immediately added it to my Mouse playlist because whoa.

I listened to it on repeat for like two hours while I was driving to and from my appointment this morning but I'm still not entirely coherent about it. The vibes are... before he's cut off by his parents, when he still has access to that money and power, but close enough to the end that he's acutely aware that he won't have those opportunities forever. He's not out yet, so he's very much so still a part of the family and the image they put out to the public, but he knows that he's not living up to his mother's dreams for him and the worst case scenarios are spinning through his head.

The first verse really captures that exact emotion, actually:

looking pretty in the corner fragile like glass if they ask me to dance I fear I'd do what they ask they're serving tea cakes at their pretty parties they're coming up fast on me I say 'sorry' I'm not meant to last

Just that sense of this thing being temporary, even if that might be a silly thing to think from the outside. One day, the people around him will change their minds, and push him out, and he'll just be someone they whisper and gossip about at parties and book club. And then the... finality? almost? of knowing that things will never be the same again - whether it's because of society pushing him away or he's just so changed from his time in the army - and that he'll never be the perfect face of the family he was when he was a teenager.

am I so hard to love? am I debt that you owe? the room is on fire that much I know my heart left my chest my fingers are numb I can't stay here and I can't go back where I'm from

and, yeah, that hit the vibes pretty well, but that wasn't the moment I added the song to his playlist. I added it to his playlist because of the bridge - scientifically the best part of any song, it holds the most dopamine, trust me, I'm an English student. If you've seen my metas before, you know I hold two headcanons very dearly to my heart - Mouse is gay and he's a slut about it who has never heard the word "commitment" in his life. And canon gave us a tired drug addict, so the bridge of this song...

I'm unnaturally laughing with men that I hate as they lean in for a kiss I exclaim that I can't stay floating around in my pool of pity wondering how many good years I have left that I'll stay pretty pocket full of dreams but they don't pay the bills now I know why the starlets turn to the pills tears come fast when no one can see 'em in delirium

And then I feel things about my blorbo

#answered #anon #anonymouse #alex says things #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago

[prsk-krow]

actually didn't expect you too respond to my stupidity haha \(ᐛ )/

I'm the anon that apoligized for not reading the rules (༎ຶ ᵕ ༎ຶ)

But anyways, to keep things short and simple. I would like to request a (Mafuyu x Reader) and a (Ena x Reader). In which the Reader is academically gifted but has parents that doesn't pay attention to them. Whenever anyone's around (or at school) the Reader forces out a cheerful persona, but whenever they come home, Reader just turns stoic and goes to their room since no one else inside the house is even going to bother to ask how their day was going.

I don't know if this is enough but I wanted to keep it short and simple so: ( ᴗ_ᴗ̩̩ )

{Pretending emotionless reader with Mafuyu/Ena}

That's better! Honestly, this is just for me to be able to write better and come up with clearer ideas! So thanks for the re-writing! Caw.

Mafuyu Asahina

It was no secret to N25 that hiding one's true colors from Mafuyu was practically impossible. So even as she herself was with a mask on at the school, she could see the many others that were lying and exaggerating... Not that she cared.

However, she was immediately curious when she learnt that there was a new student joining the council... And when the came up and introduced themselves, Mafuyu could see clearly a mask on them, very similar to hers and her tailor friend... Almost like a mix between the two.

As the first meeting between them finished, she called you to stay for a bit, wanting to ask some questions to see how sturdy your act was, before sharing some closing thoughts!

"Aha, I see! You were definitely right for this rose! It's refreshing, really, because we've been missing one spot for a while now! I'm glad that you accepted and decided to come here! I'll be looking forward to your presence every day here... Well, as much as you'd be interested. I can tell you aren't, but if you do, we could have another chat. A true chat, so to speak. I would know, since we're more similar than you think!

Before you could respond, she was already leaving through the door. You returned to your room, paranoid about what she meant by those words. Was she threatening you with your secret? Were they empty threads? Did she even know of your true secret? It was hard to tune out, and those thoughts kept popping up, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself from them! And especially that last part... Was she really someone you could trust?

You had to answer all of these questions, so of course you attended the next meeting, and of course you stayed behind, asking Mafuyu to do the same! And then... The look she gave you as she turned around was far too familiar. One that you'd seen in the mirror so many times, in fact. Needless to say, you were surprised that you weren't alone in this struggle!

You went back to your seat, your mask crumbling. Yet no matter how safe and understood you felt now, it was hard to fully reveal yourself to her. She could tell that it wasn't really the true you speaking back to her, but you weren't bothering to hide the fact that there was indeed a true you, voicing your opinions and thoughts behind the fake tones and manners of speech!

You gave her your number, interested in keeping up this strange new 'friendship' active before leaving. As for Mafuyu, she was thinking about your situation. Had you gotten so used to keeping up your mask that you struggled to take it off...? Perhaps you and her friend weren't so different... She would be a fool to throw away this chance to get to know you.

Ena Shinonome

Ena wasn't really the most analyzing one when it came to people, and especially compared to Mizuki and Mafuyu... It was definitely another story when it came to art, but sadly, it didn't carry over. That's why she didn't see through your pretending as well as some of her group-mates may have! She just found your cheeriness a bit... Odd. She knew better, though, thanks to a certain someone, that perhaps it was best to not push it too far at first... Trust was first, after all!

She simply stayed by your side, asking you about your day whenever you were leaving classes, calling you whenever she finished hers to chat a little... She made sure that you were aware that you weren't just another student in her eyes!

You were already used to tuning out the voices around you in class, and the cold silence back home, so having someone asking you almost every day to chat felt off... At first, it was exhausting to keep up the mask. However, as the days passed you sort of started to long for these conversations...

It was a very strange feeling, to be awaiting a certain person to chat with... However, the way she so casually mentioned that she was jealous of your dedication to studies one day caught your off guard! Not only was she looking to chat with you everyday, but she also appreciated the effort you put into high school?? You quickly made a pretext, before running back home and into your room!

You were careless, and the mask was about to fall off right in front of her! You calmed down inside your room, and pulled out your cellphone to continue the conversation from before, now that you were feeling a bit more composed. You didn't want to appear as too rude, after all...

"Heyyy!! You can't just run off like that! You scared me, you know?? *Sigh*... I just told you what I really feel, what's wrong with that? If we're gonna be friends, then it's only right to share what we truly think, right? After all, what's a friendship built with lies and deception? One that's bound to crumble, I'd say. I'm sure you can understand now, and I hope you come to apologize properly at night!"

A friendship built on deception... Perhaps you were being a bit too harsh on her. She clearly wanted to know more and more about you, and she was being surprisingly nice and patient the entire time you've been chatting! Perhaps it was ok to show off at least a little...

When you came to greet her after she left her school, your cheerful demeanor was a bit less bright than before... Your voice was less cheery, but still had some energy to it... Ena could tell that you were willing to show her a new side, just not completely yet, and she was happy to see that she was getting somewhere! If she has managed to take off half of your mask, then that was reason enough to keep it up!

It was a little unnerving to see that familiar face with unfamiliar voice and words, but she'd grow used to it, like she had with other people! And as for you, it was nice to not have to force your act to the fullest all the time. If you were gonna keep this up every day, it would be best to not exhaust yourself fully each time... Besides, it was nice to be able to share some snark that was hidden from everyone. It certainly surprised Ena, that's for sure!

Sorry this took longer than usual! It was a bit harder than I expected to come up with something solid for a while... Caw.

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[lostfracturess]

Hi I apologize in advance for the rant you’re about to read 😬

Okay, so I’ve been going on endless rants about angst and how writers tend to fall back on the same tropes and how exhausting it is for readers, and I almost didn’t read the most recent chapter of symptoms and causes because you’d said how angsty it was going to be.

That being said, the reason I’m sending this is because you’ve done what so many people fail to do: write angst that didn’t leave me feeling hopeless and empty at the end. The promise of an eventual happy ending definitely helps, but the anguish you write for these characters just fits the situation so well. And you’ve written it so that a happy ending actually feels possible. The mentality, how broken and terrified they both are. The trauma Gojo clearly has and the love the fact that she loves him anyway. The fact that she withdrew and gave them both space but he can’t stay away, and she loves him too much to send him away. You’ve made them worth rooting for. You’ve made him a character that can be redeemed and given readers a desire to see him redeemed because in everything, his choices that end up being selfish are literally driven by his desire to protect others from himself. Self-destructive mental illness, man.

I think what makes your writing compelling, at least to me, is that you seem to understand when enough is enough. You didn’t reach the point of no return and dive headfirst off that cliff, you stopped just short of that point and gave enough hope that things will come back around. I just want to see them happy, man. Gojo feels so deeply that he doesn’t deserve happiness or love but he does. Even with how broken he is, he deserves to find the strength to fix himself. And that feels like what you’re setting up. It feels like you’re setting up the “I will learn to fix myself because this person is worth living for” instead of the idea of “this person is the one who saved me.” IMO the latter is one that feeds the toxic issues because it’s based codependency and being unable to function without the other. I love the idea of her standing beside him while he learns to love himself, not carrying him to it. (I’ll stop here because I could go on forever about that)

Just. Hi, I’m Kiko (aka @siriuslysatorusimping). I rant a lot and I love writing that dives into the psychology behind things. The way you’ve captured what an internal spiral can look like, the panic, it’s all just 😭

(Also, hi, I’m Kiko. I’m autistic and adhd af and I tend to over explain and over justify because I always want to make sure I’m not coming across as rude when I’m trying to give genuine compliments so I hope this reads as praise and not me being a bitch 🙃)

hey kiko, no apologies needed at all, i really love your analyses actually !! never thought about it too much how angst can become too overwhelming for readers, because my tolerance for angst is like sky high so i'm even more glad that i didn't ? overdo it.

but the anguish you write for these characters just fits the situation so well.

so glad that the drama they go through feels (partly) real for readers. that's really my biggest concern, that their motives and actions don't feel natural?

The fact that she withdrew and gave them both space but he can’t stay away, and she loves him too much to send him away. You’ve made them worth rooting for.

ahhh so glad you noticed that !! she was really ready to fight it all but then instead noticed how he is struggling and if she would push him more (what she would have loved to do) it really would have just gone the other opposite way.

but when he's at her door, she still lets him in and takes care of him, because even if she resents him, she still cares so deeply. that's also why she asked him if he had nightmares. because she still cares.

his choices that end up being selfish are literally driven by his desire to protect others from himself.

yes 100 percent !!

I love the idea of her standing beside him while he learns to love himself, not carrying him to it.

yes yes yes !! i totally wanted to write a female lead who will not hold his hand and sweet-talk to him about his addiction because apparently he's really shitty deep into it. she will mirror him the hard truth about his issues without second thought even if it hurts.

because otherwise he would just keep up his avoidant behaviors. but that's also what scares the hell out of him, because he's not used to, firstly face his fears at all and secondly to have it so clearly mirrored back at him, at least not in this intensity.

guess in his past his previous partners and friends just tiptoed around the issue but not her. she's like, okay we have this issue here, how we solve it, because i want you and i want you to stay alive apparently.

but after he rejected her again after she literally confessed her love to him it really was too much for her. even the strongest female leads have limits so that hurt her awfully. (okay lol no i went on with my babbling, i'll stop here 😂).

The way you’ve captured what an internal spiral can look like, the panic, it’s all just

also so so happy you picked up on the nuances of the mental health struggles i'm trying to depict. that kind of internal spiraling, the way anxiety and self-loathing can warp a person's perception.

i love messy emotions and diving deeper into how they affect literally everything that we do, even without us knowing !!

thank you so so much for taking your precious time to share your thoughts, i really appreciate it and love talking about the psychology behind the story !! have a good day ♡

and no worries, your message absolutely reads as sincere praise, not at all rude !!

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