#idek if this is good but i wrote it so it’s here now

[hashire]

Still kicking around the idea of asking if anyone wants to read the summary of the last rivamika fic I was going to write...or if I should just leave it as is because the fic itself is complete enough as it is...or if I should just fucking do it without asking. IDK.

#i'm not tagging it but i know it'll show up in search #so i guess this is a soft push...or something #it's the second part of among the teacups #that i always intended to write #but let's be honest here #i'm not going to write it #i tried to re-hype myself when part 2 of the animu was released but #it didn't work #lasted for maybe a week or so? #i tried rereading the mango to see if that would help #but i stopped at volume 7 or something and haven't picked it back up #i'm not really interested in the ship anymore at this point #which is like actually the first time that's happened for me with a ship i was super into #harry.draco? kan.lena? still love them so much #i wrote multiple fics for them so that's the reason for comparison #but now i'm just #meh about it and that's ok #i had a good year or so with it...maybe less idek

[lizziesribbons]

So badly |

PAIRING: RICH STEPMOM! WANDA X FEM! READER

summary: Wanda is your dad's new wife and an incredibly talented business woman, you always liked her but you felt as if she didn't feel the same way about you, she was always cold with you truth be told you were too innocent to know what the real intentions behind the coldness was.

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** ****CONTAINS SMUT LOTS OF SMUT****** degradation kink, hair pulling, praising, angst if you squint, mommy kink, r being head over heels in love with Wanda, Wanda being mean too mean but hot. SO HOT. squirting muahahaha, multiple orgasms, crazy crazy gay peOple, everyone's gay y'all are gay, gay gay gay. I need to drown in holy water cuz um yea.

author's note: I changed EVERYTHING CHANGED I don't know if y'all even know who I am but like anyways idek if this is gonna be a thing I just got an idea and I wrote it in my notes and now I'm posting here ‼️

Word count: 2.1k

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Wanda maximoff.

She was an intimidating woman. even her name is hot? When your dad first introduced her you immediately fell in love whenever she was around you were always squirming in her gaze, she was just too pretty too perfect. Too good for your dad. Your dad wasn't the best man in the world he was alright, he was always working always travelling he didn't have time for you or anything else that's why you were shocked when he brought her. Wanda.

Wanda was a business woman too. A successful one indeed, She had 2 twins Tommy and billy, who you instantly grew to love, you wondered how Wanda handled all of it, A husband, A business and still making enough time for her kids, she was like a super mom there was no single doubt her kids loved her. And she loved them.

Your dad was barely home so it was always just you Wanda and the twins, you never felt like Wanda liked you whenever you would try talking to her she would give you cold responses, always looking into your soul like she was angry at you. She would constantly taunt you whenever you would go outside with your friends and come home too late, or when you wore something a little too revealing. Some would say she was possessive you just thought of it as her being her grumpy self

but what you didn't know, Wanda wanted you. Every second of every day she thought about you but she knew it was wrong. so she would put up this act to hide her secret. her dirty little secret, no one except Wanda knew what kind of thoughts ran through her mind, what she did at night thinking about you when her husband was asleep beside her.

she thinks about how her fingers would feel inside you, making you scream her name, whispering all kinds of dirty things in your sweet little ears

how good it would feel to fuck you with her strap until you couldn't take it anymore, she often gets off thinking about you but you weren't aware of any of it. She sometimes thought you knew cause of how you would bend over in front of her wearing the most smallest skirts possible but she knew you were just as innocent as you look, she also knew about the crush you have on her, it was too obvious with how you would look inside her shirt every time she bent down to pick something, how quickly you would respond every time she calls for you, how flustered you would get when she's around. she wasn't blind she could see right through you.

You were always home nowadays as your college was off and your friends were either on vacation with their family or they just didn't have time. Wanda had a business event today on which she asked you to come with her as the twins were at their dad's and you would be home alone, she even picked up an outfit for you, it was a cute black dress simple and elegant not too small just how Wanda liked. She was so sweet with you today. too sweet. even offered to make your hair and do your makeup and you let her. cuz how could you deny it? you let her dress you up like you were her personal doll she gave you a kiss on the cheek that made you blush so hard Wanda immediately noticed and smirked.

the car ride from the house to where the event was being held was filled with tension. Wanda's eyes were constantly on you eating you up she noticed the way you clenched your thighs under her gaze and how you shied away every time you two would make eye contact, when you reached the destination, Wanda opened the door for you holding out her hand to you. Your fingers intertwined with hers following her between the crowd of people.

You insisted on staying behind as she went on the red carpet. admiring her you noticed how beautiful Wanda really is, she is hand-crafted by the gods you wondered how it would feel to touch her. every inch of her body you wanted to kiss her so bad the urge to do it was strong. Wanda noticed, Ofc she noticed she smirked knowing your gaze was on her and all her attention too, you looked at her coming back to you as you straightened your back and smiled at her, she held you by your waist and told you "I want you to meet some people malaysh" the nickname made you weak. you just wanted to fall on your knees and beg Wanda but you couldn't.

After meeting those people Wanda left you alone to go and sort some business deal you didn't care about. Wanda saw you laughing and chatting with some people she thought it was nice you were getting along well, until. she saw this girl put her hand on your thigh and getting too touchy. Wanda felt something burst inside her she interrupted the conversation she was having came behind you and pulled you back from your waist making you push yourself into her crotch.

Wanda looked at the girl and raised her eyebrows, the girl was out of there in a second. It was hot. so hot the power Wanda holds, you were about to ask what that was when suddenly you felt her fingers hold your ass tightly as she whispered in your ear "Stop flirting with every person you see just to get my attention" Your legs failed you as you moan slowly in wanda's grasp, her hold was bruising on you as she whispered again "don't be a whore now, go wait in the car I'll be there in a bit"

as you were waiting for her impatiently in the car and afraid of what to expect next, you heard the car door open and Wanda got in, you didn't say anything. not even a word. her too. the car ride was silent. so silent you could even hear your heartbeat and it was fast. you were sure Wanda heard it

after getting home Wanda softly told you to go and wait in her bedroom like a good girl and you did. not cuz you were a patient woman no no no you were the most impatient girl in the world according to Wanda but you just wanted to make her happy.

after a bit she came in. You saw a bulge inside her pants. looking up at her, sitting on the bed on all your fours she came up to you and held your jaw softly

"you look so good like that, on mommy's bed like a good little slut" Wanda wouldn't be at fault if she thought you came right there, and then because of the moan you let out on the nickname Wanda referred to herself as. but she shrugged it off only smirking at the sight

"strip. slowly." you start striping taking off your dress first, Wanda's eyes on you as she starts undressing herself too making you gasp at the sight of her.

"you're so beautiful," you said as you worshipped her body just by your eyes, giving herself a moment or two to smile and blush at your compliment, she said sternly "Less talking, let's put that mouth to better use yeah?"

she took off her pants and underwear revealing a scarlet strap attached to her as you look at it and drool "Open up show mommy how good of a slut you can be" she said as you open your mouth tongue out, she guide the strap inside your mouth not even half of it and you were already gagging, it was bigger than anything you've taken before but Wanda didn't care, your gags and whimper were music to her ears.

losing herself in the pleasure she started thrusting inside your mouth as you sat there drooling, she threw a sadistic smile your way and said "I think we just found the perfect way to keep your mouth shut"

Wanda pulls out suddenly, your face covered in sweat and tears, and lays down on the bed

"come here ride my strap," she said patting her lap, gasping for air your breath shaky from the previous encounter you said

"y yes mommy"

slowly, you lower yourself onto her strap, your eyes locked with hers as you whispered "It's too big"

Wanda pouted her lips with fake pity "Aw is it?" you nodded as she looked at you "Is it too big for my little whore huh?" you nodded again not breaking eye contact

"fucking say it then. you can speak" Wanda said sternly placing a sharp slap on your ass, just as you were about to say Wanda force your hips down onto her strap "Too late" You bit your lip feeling her strap penetrate deeper into your wet slit

"Mommy hurts please ah" moans and gasps. it was all you could let out as Wanda ignored all of it and thrust your hips up and down on her strap, tits bouncing with the force.

your body trembling as you take her deeper inside you, suddenly you feel a sharp slap against your tits just as a humiliating spit was delivered on your face, spit drips from your mouth onto your chest as she slaps your tits repeatedly

"Mommy too much-gonna cum please" you plead at her "Come for mommy honey let it out" You came just as soon as those words left her mouth, she didn't stop. turning you guys around so she was on top she started thrusting with all her might as the bed started moving

"you know how badly mommy wanted to fuck that pussy from the very first time she saw you huh?" she whispered in your ear making you moan as she kept thursting "How I touched myself at the thought of being inside you fucking you so deep your legs wouldn't work for weeks? it was a torture not being able to fuck you every moment I saw you I just wanted to bend you over and take you" The dirty confessions only added fuel to the fire as you were already close

"please Mommy" you said weakly as she thoroughly fucked you, the room filling with noises of skin slapping together, "Please what? say it, baby"

"please I'm gonna cum again" you say looking up at her, "cum again for me then you don't need my permission"

just as you were about to cum she reaches down to rub your clit "NO PLEASE NO!" was the last thing you said when you lost control completely and squirted everywhere, not knowing what happened you looked at Wanda who was smirking smugly as she pulled out of you slowly and took off the strap throwing it down the bed

"Mommy I've never done that I'm sorry I don't know what happened" Wanda looked you down with admiration as she cooed cupping your face "Oh baby no that's okay you did good it was so good" she softly kissed you, leaving small kisses down your neck to your stomach until she reached between your legs

"no too much, can't." you tried squirming away but her strong hands held you in place "Just trust me" She raised her eyebrows and scanned your face for any hesitations as she dived down and carefully cleaned you up making sure not to overstimulate you

she sat back up "You taste so good", blushing at her compliment you muttered a "thank you"

"so adorable" Taking you in her arms and holding you against her she whispered sweet nothings into your ear through the whole time until you fell asleep in her arms, she looked at you knowing you were hers now. for forever.

#wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff smut #elizabeth olsen #marvel #marvel smut #smut #gxg #gay

[slut4thebroken]

Stuck

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Pairing | Neil Lewis x stepsis!reader

Summary | You get stuck under your bed and your step brother Neil is the only one home to help get you out.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, smut, dubious consent, stepcest?, from behind 😼, bondage technically, humiliation, but like it’s unintentional, Neil is a lil delulu and actually think she wants it…, she kind of does tho…, accidental breeding??, cockwarming i guess, minor wedgie-ing lol, dry humping, grinding, spanking, groping, he’s just a pervert lol, purposefully cheesy, not serious.

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | Yeah… honestly man idek anymore. Also if anyone says this is cringe… I’m just gonna say it’s because it’s /supposed/ to be cringe and not because I wrote it in like less than 3 hours 💀

Ao3 link | <3

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You cursed under your breath and pulled harder, but the fabric wouldn’t budge. All you were trying to do was just reach for something you dropped under the bed. But your sleeve got caught on something and you couldn’t get it out. The fabric wouldn’t tear, it was too tight to just slip over your head, and also you could barely see because of how dark it was under there. 

When you heard him call your name from somewhere in the house, you stiffened. Not now. Please not now. Your door swung open and whatever Neil was starting to say immediately got cut off. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, making you roll your eyes. 

“I was trying to grab something but my fucking sleeve got caught and I can’t get it off.” You spat. You were quickly growing frustrated— you just wanted to get out from under there already. “See if you can reach under and help me.” You started pulling again, using your body weight for more force, but it wouldn’t even budge. “Neil!” If he fucking left-

“Calm down. Jeez.” 

“Just help me already. I’ve been here for like ten minutes.” 

“How am I supposed to fit under your bed?” He scoffed. To be fair, you barely fit under here. But he’s so scrawny there’s no reason that he shouldn’t be able to. 

“Figure it out!” You snapped, making him huff. 

“I’m going to try pulling you.” He said and you sighed. 

“Fuck— fine.” His hands wrapped around your ankles and he pulled, making you wince a little. His grip on your ankles made it hurt when he pulled and your top was digging into you even more. “Stop! Okay just— try something else. That hurts.”

“What hurts?” He released your ankles and you sighed, feeling all of the pressure being released. 

“Mostly my ankles.” 

“Okay… Here, I’ll try this.” His hands settled on your hips, making you stiffen. 

“What are you doing?” You rushed out. 

“I’m helping you… Like you literally just yelled at me to do.” He said, sounding annoyed. He didn’t let you get another protest in before tightening his grip and pulling. You slid out a little, making your sleep shorts ride up your legs. He yanked again and you went out a little farther. 

“I can’t… I can’t get a good grip like this.” He was all but panting from exertion. “Get up on your knees.”

“What?” You choked out. 

“If you want my help then just get on your goddamn knees.” He snapped, making you huff. What if you just stayed here forever? That would be better than being in that humiliating position in front of him. But this was already humiliating enough, so what’s a little more?

You sighed and lifted yourself onto your knees with some difficulty. Once you were steady, he wrapped his arms around your lower stomach and pulled back. The top was still digging into you, but you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to get out from under here. He yanked you again and when he let out a low groan, you stiffened. It could've been from exertion… right? When he pulled you back again, you finally felt it. 

“Ew! Gross, Neil— what the hell?” You yelled trying to get out of his grip. You’d rather be stuck under the bed. 

“You’re the one…” another pull, this time his hips met you halfway, “who asked for my help.” He panted, doing it again. He only did it once more before holding you still, not letting you crawl forward under the bed as his hips— his fucking hard on— stayed pressed to your ass. 

“Let me go right fucking now or I swear to god,”

“You’ll what? Yell for mom and dad? Yeah that’ll be real helpful while they’re out of town.” Fuck… you forgot about that. He held you still with one arm while the other groped your ass, spreading you open so his bulge could grind against your slit. When he finally let go of your body, you tried to scramble under the bed, but he grabbed your shorts and underwear and yanked them up, hard, making you cry out. The friction and the pressure was making your clit feel like it was on fire and you whimpered as you tried to squirm out of his hold. 

He pulled you back out of the bed again, then yanked up even more. Your knees were almost off the ground and you could feel tears brimming in your eyes from the pain and humiliation. With most of your ass exposed now, he groped it again, digging his nails into the soft flesh until you winced. He suddenly slapped your ass twice in quick succession and you couldn’t even flinch forward to get away from the sting. He switched his grip and did the same to your other ass cheek, letting out a low groan as you squirmed. He pushed his hips into you again, but since you were higher up now, he was grinding against your cunt instead. 

“I bet you’re not even stuck.” He snickered. “Was this all just an excuse to get your step brother to fuck you?” He cooed mockingly. 

“You watch too much fucking porn, Neil.” You spat. “Let me go!” 

“What kind of a brother would I be if I didn’t help my sister out, hm?” He was grinding on you desperately now, practically humping you while holding you up with a wedgie, and you hated the way it made your clit throb— No. It’s just the pressure from your shorts and underwear… yeah.. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there. We just gotta loosen you up first.” He released you and pulled back, then you heard the sound of his belt, making you scramble forward again. 

“No! Neil— this isn’t funny anymore.” He worked quickly and when his cock was finally free, he grabbed your ankles and used far more force than necessary to pull you back out. He roughly yanked the clothes off your body and put you on your knees again, holding your hips with a bruising grip to keep you from moving. When his cock brushed your slit, you stiffened. “Neil— Neil, wait.” You tried to reach back with your free hand and push him away, but your fingers barely managed to brush against him. 

“Shh… Just let me help you.” He said quietly, lining up with your hole. When he pushed in, your hole body tensed up and a strangled whimper escaped you as he moaned loudly. “Oh fuck… Oh my god— You’re so fucking tight and- and hot… Why is it so hot?” He whined. He kept pushing in until his hips were flush with your ass and you groaned uncomfortably at the pressure on your cervix and the sting of the stretch. “Don’t worry, sis. I’m gonna get you out of there.” He moaned, continuing to babble out senseless words through his sounds of pleasure. 

He slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip was inside, then slammed back in, making you all but scream at the sudden forcefulness of the thrust. He kept that up for a while, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, sometimes pulling you back to meet him halfway. He suddenly sped up and you choked on a moan, but quickly bit your lip. You didn’t want to do anything to encourage him. 

“Neil, just— just stop, please. I promise I won’t be mad. I won’t tell anyone.” You whined and he landed a hard slap on your ass. 

“You can stop playing hard to get now. It’s getting a little old.” What? How the fuck were you playing hard to get?? “I mean… c’mon. I get being coy when you were wiggling your ass in front of me, but I’m already inside you… You can drop the act now.” 

“It’s not a fucking act, Neil!” He really does watch too much porn. 

“God— just stop whining already. I’m giving you what you wanted.” 

“I don’t fucking want this— I want you to stop!” Despite your words, the arousal pooling in your stomach was unmistakable. 

“Please, just stop talking.” He whined, long and bratty. “I didn’t exactly picture my first time being spent arguing with you.” 

He’s a virgin?? 

Or… he was a virgin?

You shouldn’t be surprised though. His thrusts were frantic and unpracticed, he wasn’t trying to actually have sex, he was just focusing on pounding something until he finally came, like he probably does when he’s alone. Based on his moans and the way his thrusts turned even more erratic, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer. 

He cursed under his breath and groped your ass, keeping his other hand on your hip so you didn’t try to move away again. He slapped you a few times, not as hard as before, and let out a low moan. 

“Fuck yeah…” He groaned, dragging the words out. “Can’t believe it actually moves like that.” He chuckled, spanking you again. When he grabbed you again and pulled your ass cheek to the side, he choked on a moan as his hips stuttered. 

“Holy shit.” He whimpered. “Fuck— you look so good wrapped around my cock.” He was panting now, getting even closer to his orgasm. “And you’re getting it all wet— oh my god…” He whined. There’s no way that was true…… It would make sense though, based on the way that your clit was basically throbbing by now. 

“You like it when your brother fucks you like this?” 

“Fuck you.” You muttered, cheeks heating up when he chuckled. 

“I like it too, don’t worry. The next time you get yourself ‘stuck’ I’ll help you out again.” He chuckled and you could practically see the smug look on his face. “So fucking good… tight and warm… God I just wanna live in your pussy.” He groaned. You tried not to blush at the praise, but when you did anyway, you told yourself it was out of embarrassment. 

“I’m so close.” He said through a breath. “Where do you want it, huh? Should I do a back shot? Or maybe come on this fat fucking ass instead?” He spanked you three times, emphasizing each word. 

“Or…” He trailed off, making your stomach churn. 

“Neil… No.” You warned, making him whine. 

“Why not?” 

“Because I’m not on birth control and I can’t get knocked up by my fucking brother.” You spat. 

“Step brother.” He corrected, making you roll your eyes. 

“Pull out. I’m serious.” You said lowly, getting ready to try and squirm away from him again. 

“Fuck— fine. Fine. I’ll pull out.” He grumbled, clearly unhappy. You were just glad he actually listened to you. 

Your top had ridden up your back a little bit, so he reached under the bed to pull it back down, but kept his grip on it, rather than holding your hips. He bucked into you wildly and you couldn’t hold in the sounds anymore, not with how rough he was being. The top was digging into you painfully in so many places because of how hard he was pulling on it. 

“Your ass looks so fucking hot like this.” He groaned. His hips were smacking against you almost violently with each thrust and, no doubt, your ass was bouncing each time. “Next time I’m gonna see your tits.” 

There’s not going to be a next time. You wanted to say, but you could barely get any sounds out other than moans. 

“C’mon. Almost there…” He was pulling you back by your top on each thrust and you could feel your breasts moving inside the fabric embarrassingly. Wanting this humiliation to be over, you clenched down on his cock and he choked on a moan as his hips stuttered. “Fuck yes… Holy shit.” He breathed, pulling you back even harder. 

“I’m coming…” He whined, getting ready to pull out, but your sleeve finally ripped and now that there was no tension, you practically flew back onto his cock, forcing a strangled whimper out of you as his cock pushed in the farthest it had so far. He let out a loud moan and even though you could feel hot come hitting your walls, you still tried to crawl away from him— maybe only a little come would lower your chances of getting knocked up, compared to if he stayed buried in you until he finished. He whined loudly and bent over you a little, wrapping his arms around you so you couldn’t move as his hips jerked, filling you up.  

His movements slowed and his sounds stopped, then he was panting, hugging you close and keeping you plugged up so his come wouldn’t drip out. But you need to try and get it out right now— Gravity certainly wasn’t helping your situation either. 

“Neil— Neil, let me go. I have to clean this out.” You weren’t sure how much it would do, but you figured doing something would lessen your chance of getting pregnant, rather than doing nothing. 

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think.” He mumbled, clearly much sleepier than he was a few seconds ago. 

“I don’t care.” You hissed. He sighed and shuffled backwards, keeping your ass pinned to his hips. Once you were out from under the bed, he laid down over you, not letting you get up. “Neil!” 

“Shh.. In a minute. You’re just so warm and tight… don’t wanna leave yet.” He buried his face in your shoulder, getting comfortable. “You smell good.” He took a deep breath through his nose, making you shudder. 

“Okay… You’ve had your fun. Let me go.” You tried to switch tactics— clearly being mean wasn’t doing anything. 

“I know I know… Just a little longer.” Was there even a point now though? You’ll have to get a morning after pill either way… so you might as well just stop fighting him. 

You sighed and closed your eyes. Of course he’s the type to cuddle after sex. He could at least lay with you though… instead of literally on top of you. He let out a quiet breath and you felt his head shift, then he was reaching out to grab your arm so he could examine the sleeve. 

“See? I got you out.” He said proudly, making you roll your eyes with a scoff. 

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[ilwonuu]

Really enjoyed your recent Jaehyun fic! Can I please request shower sex with Jaehyun + maybe a few more rounds after?

anon..i love this idea. i know im gonna have so much fun writing this. thank you for your request!!! <3

₊˚ෆ let me have you ₊˚ෆ

↬ jeong jaehyun

𓍯 pairing- nonidolbf!jaehyun x fem reader, established relationship, sweetdom!jaehyun x sub reader

𓍯 warnings- shower sex, unprotected sex(u alr know), multiple rounds, riding, lazy sex, dirty talk( jaehyun skhskwhsbsbwvam), multiple creampies, pet names (reader is called baby), needy reader & jaehyun, kissing, they are too horny bye, lmk what else

𓍯 a/n- im so sorry this is literally so late… I HOPE YOH LIKE (i was feral when i wrote this so im sorry if it is crazy idek.. lmk what u think)

you and jaehyun have been running around all day non stop. finishing errands you needed to get done. finally getting home around 7pm. both of you exhausted wanting to get into bed quickly.

of course jaehyun suggested you two shower together. so that’s exactly what you were doing. his hands were quick to start roaming your body.

“you look so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as his hand rubs against your thigh. “jaehyun please.” a smirk against his lips as he kisses against your neck.

“tell me what you want baby.” his hand parting your legs as you grips your hip with his other hand. “touch me. i need you.”

his kisses against your neck are now sloppy as you feel his thumb against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you.

“oh- jaehyun please more.” his smirk hasn’t left his lips. “you feeling greedy baby? want my dick already?” his fingers speeding up as he watches your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

“don’t you want to cum baby?” he teases as he slows his fingers. “i w-want to cum with you- fuck please.” he smiles pulling you into a kiss.

pulling his fingers out of you but not stopping his thumb against your clit. his other hand grabbing his dick. stopping his thumb to wrap your leg around his waist.

“look at me.” he says grabbing your face to keep eye contact with him. his dick slowly pushing inside of you.

“yeah- fuck baby. you’re so good for me.” your moans and whimpers already flowing out of you as he starts to rock his hips into you. the warm water against your bodies making your mind hazy.

his mouth is sucking your neck. he leaves nips against your shoulder, receiving a loud moan from you. the pace of his hips making you squirm. he grabs ahold of your hair making you kiss him.

your hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “yeah baby you like that? you’re so fucking wet.” he says with a small laugh, disbelief as he watches your eyes start to roll back. “my pretty girl gonna cum?” his voice almost making you cum.

“jaehyun p-please.” he grabs your neck with his free hand, gently pulling you into a kiss. “want my cum baby? tell me.” his tone shifting as you look at his eyes.

his dark eyes piercing you with lust as he grabs you hip to rock with his thrusts. “please cum in m-me oh fuck. i’m coming!” his mouth against your nipple sending you over the edge as you clench around him.

“yeah- fuck you take it so well baby.” you coming undone all over his dick. his hips stuttering shortly after. he comes so deep inside you, painting your walls as his hips sloppily milk his cum in you.

“you’re gonna be the death of me fuck y/n.” his hips slowing down as he pulls you into another kiss. “want to ride you so bad jae-“ he’s pulling his dick out of you slowly with a smile.

“anything you want baby.” he smiles as you two finally finishing washing your bodies. not like its gonna matter that you showered. he’s guiding you out the shower as he dries the two of you off. “come here baby.”

he says as he sits back against your headboard. you climbing onto his lap as quick as you could. “such a needy girl. come on baby you gonna let me have you? want you to be mine only. show me.”

his dirty talk going straight to your pussy as you line up his dick with your entrance. his hands immediately going to your hips as you kiss him softly. you rubbing against him painfully slow for the both of you.

“fuck baby don’t t-tease fuuck.” you stopping his thoughts as you lower yourself onto him. “feel so good jaehyun.” your eyes rolling back as you start to move your hips, jaehyun’s hands on your hips guiding you.

“just like that- fuck baby you’re so perfect for me.” both of your moans filling the room. “jaehyun- so deep- i can’t!” he shakes his head.

“take it baby shit- you gonna cum pretty?” one of his hands neglecting your hip to fondle your breast.

“want you to cum for me. make a pretty mess. can you do that for me?” his hips now fucking up to meet your movements.

“fuck you don’t know how hard it was for me not to fuck you in the car. you would’ve liked that huh? the possibility of someone seeing me fuck you so good. s-shit.”

you’re clenching around him as your hips stop their movements. his hips now fucking up into you as he hits the spot you need. you moaning out almost coming then.

“right there baby? you look so fucking pretty.” his words making you cum instantly. “f-fuck you’re so tight.” he lets out a deep groan as his load fills you. you fall against his chest as you try to catch your breath.

“you okay baby? you think i can get another round out of you?” you nod mindlessly as he lifts you off of his lap.

“you’re doing the work, my legs are burning.” he just laughs as he positions himself the lay behind you. he opens your legs, you feel his dick rub your slit teasingly.

“jaehyun- don’t tease please.” he leaves a few kisses against your neck. “you’re so impatient baby.” he laughs as he pushes his dick inside you. the third time you’re feeling this stretch. you’re not complaining though.

“fuck me jaehyun oh-“ his hips rolling into you slowly as he releases low grunts and groans into your ear. “you are fucking m-made for me baby.” his words making your arousal practically flow out of you.

“you’re so wet- im sliding right in baby.” you are so far gone now. his dick hitting the perfect spot over and over. his dirty talk and moans are intoxicating. you are so far gone you didn’t even get to warn as you came all over his dick.

“fuck- im coming. so fucking messy baby.” his dick twitches inside you as load fills you again. you moaning at the feeling of him fucking you through your highs.

“take it all- fuck you’re so perfect baby.” he pulls your face back slightly to kiss your lips. pulling out of you slowly him getting up to grab a rag to clean you. him coming back with the rag. cleaning you softly as he plants kisses around your body.

“you’re so pretty.” you blush smiling at him. he smiles pulling you into another kiss before finishing cleaning you up. climbing next to you to pull you into his arms.

#nct x reader #nct #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct jaehyun #nct 127 #nct u #jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #nct 127 hard hours

[dragonmuse]

How to be a Dirtbag Fic Writer

I got to do some talking about writing today and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so here are my full thoughts on the matter of being a dirtbag fic writer.

Being the disorganized thoughts of someone two and a half decades into the beautiful mess that is writing fanfic (and a few non-fanfic things too).

What is a dirtbag fic writer? 

 I am talking about someone who is not cleaning up anything. We show up filthy, fresh out of rooting around in the garden of our imaginations. We probably smell a little from work. We will hand you our hard grown fruits, but we have not washed them and we carried them in the bottom upturned parts of our t-shirts. The fruit is a little bruised. It’s not cut up or put in a bowl yet. But we got it in the house! It’s here. Someone can eat it.  

Why dirtbag it? Because the fruit gets in the house. If you’re hemming and hawing, if the idea you want to do seems to be big or you want it perfect and shiny. If you’re imagining a ten thousand step process, so you’re not taking the first step? Dirtbag it. 

How do I dirtbag? 

That’s the best part. You just write. Sit down. One word after the other. No outline, no plan, no destination. No thought of editing. Just word vomit. Every word is a good word. It’a word that wasn’t there before. Grammar sucks? Who cares. Can’t think of the perfect word? Fuck it, put in the simplest version of what you mean. 

Write the idea that you love. The one thing you want to say. Has it been done 3000000 times? WHO CARES human history is long, every idea has been done, probably more than twice. YOU have never written it before. It’s your grubby potato that you clawed out of the ground and guess what someone can still make it into delicious french fries. 

Now here’s the critical part. Write as much as you can squeeze out of your brain. One word in front of the other. 

And then I challenge you this: at most, read it over once and then put it into the world. Just as it is. AND THIS IS IMPORTANT: DO IT WITHOUT APOLOGY OR CAVEAT.  I challenge you, beautiful dirtbag to not pre-emptively apologize. Do not make your work lesser. THAT IS YOUR POTATO! It has eyes and roots and dirt clinging to it because that is what happens.  We are dirtbagging it today. Hell really confused people at do #dirtbagwriter on it.  

Dirtbag writes id, base, lizard brain. Dig in the fertile garden of your imagination. What is the story you tell yourself before you fall asleep? What’s your anxiety this week? Your fantasy? What is going well? What do you wish things looked like? Who is the feral imaginary character you’ve been crafting to take your frustrations and joys out on? 

But, VEE, I wish to have an editor and an outline, use a cool software like scrivener instead of retching up onto a google doc and making it look NICE and PRETTY!

COOL! DO THAT THEN! IF YOU’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT! You should have a process! That’s cool and healthy and necessary for sustainable writing. But if you’re not writing because all of that seems too much? THEN DON’T. 

Did you know fic is free? That we do this from love? From sheer desire? For the love of the game? If you have a process, and the words are flowing, amazing, I love that for you, you don’t need this essay.  If you don’t, let us continue. 

What does dirtbag writing look like? 

It’s messy. It’s a little raw and tatty around the edges sometimes. It’s weird.  It’s someone else’s first draft. Maybe it winds up being your first draft, Idek, that’s your business. 

It’s jokes that make YOU laugh. It’s drama that would make YOU cry if you read it. You are your first commenter. You are your first audience (and possibly continuing pleasure! If you don’t go back and reread your own work sometimes, you might be missing out on one of your favorite authors cause you wrote it for you! Wait until you’re not so close to it. Years sometimes. Then hey, maybe some of this is pretty dang good actually.) 

It has mistakes. 

Dirtbags make mistakes, but dirtbags have published pieces. They have things other people can read out there. 

What if I don’t get good feedback? 

Look, the most likely outcome of any new, untried fic writer (and even established writers trying something new-ish)  is that you get no feedback. That’s real. Silence. It’s eerie, it’s terrible, it sucks. I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t. But nothing is not negative. It’s a big fic-y ocean out there and we are all wee itty-bitty-sometimes-with-titty fishes.  

You should still do it all over again. And again. And again. You get better at writing by writing. You just do. Nothing else replaces it. If your well is dry? Fill it with new things. Go do something new, read a new kind of book, watch a new film,  (libraries have so much good shit, you don’t even have to spend money for so many things if you have a library card), just go for a walk in a new direction. Stimulate yourself. Got a cup of something hot and eavesdrop on conversations. Refill yourself with newness. 

And hey, speaking of, do you leave comments? Because you get what you give. You can build relationships with people by commenting and that builds community and community means places to get feedback in the end. Comments are gold. They are all we are paid in. Tip your writers with ‘extra kudos’ or ‘this made me laugh’. And hey, when you go back for a re-read so you can tell them your favorite part? Ask yourself how they made that favorite part? What do you like about it?  Tone? Metaphor? The structure? Reading teaches us how to write too! 

BUT, okay. Sometimes. Sometimes there is actual bad feedback and people suck. 

You know the best part about being a dirtbag? Unrepentant block, delete, goodbye. You don’t own anyone with a shitty opinion any of your precious time on this earth. You did it for free, you gave them your dirty, but still delicious fruit and they went ‘ew, this is a dirty strawberry, how could you not make a clean tomato?”  Because you didn’t plant fucking tomatoes, did you? Don’t fight, don’t engage. Block. Delete. Goodbye. 

If someone in person, looked you in the eye when you brought them a plate of food to share at a party and they said “Why didn’t you bring me MY favorite? This isn’t cooked well at all.” You would probably write up a Reddit AiTA question about it just to hear five thousand people say they were an asshole.   Fic is no different 

And hey, when you dirtbag it? You know you did. It’s not your most cleaned up perfect version. So who cares what they think? You might make it more shiny and polished next time! You might NOT. 

Ok, but what if I don’t finish it? 

Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if it’s bad? 

Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if it doesn’t make sense? 

That’s ART, baby. Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if what I want to write doesn’t work with current fandom norms? 

Then someone out there probably needs it!  And what the hell is this? The western canon? FUCK IT POST IT ANYWAY* 

*Basic human decency is not a ‘fandom norm’. Don’t be racist, sexist, ableist, fat shaming, classist or shitty about anyone's identity on main, okay? Dirtbag writers are KIND first and foremost. Someone saying you are stepping into shit about their identity is not the same as unsolicited crappy feedback about pairings. In the immortal words of Kurt Vonnegut: "God damn it, you've got to be kind.”

You’re being very flippant about something that’s scary. 

I know. I know I am. I know it can be scary. But no risk, no reward and hell, you aren’t using your goddamn legal name on the internet are you? (please for the love of fuck do not be using your legal name to write fic) You’ve got on a mask. You’re a superhero. With dirt on your cape. 

That niche thing that you think no one cares about? Guaranteed you will find someone else in the world who wants it. Maybe they won’t find it right away. Maybe they will be too shy to comment or even hit a button. But your dirty potato will stick with them. They will make french fries in their head.

You have an audience. But they can’t find you if you have nothing out there. 

Go forth. Make. 

You have some errors in this essay. 

PROBABLY CAUSE I DIRTBAGGED IT.  But I picked this strawberry for you out of my brain, so I hope you run it under some cold water and find the good bits and have a nice snack. Or throw it away. Or use it to plant more strawberries (I know that’s not how strawberries work, metaphors break when stretched).  

#dirtbagwriter 

Go forth and MAKE

#writing #i'm not an expert #I just have been doing this a long time #and these are my feels #please feel free to throw away this strawberry

[roryslut]

goth and metal-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so bug swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as bug inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” bug says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. bug felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

#rory culkin #rory culkin fanfic #eurory #euronymous #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #bauhaus #Youtube

[lewisyellowhelmet]

“he wants to fuck your on a jetski” you wrote this in one of your hashtags and i haven’t been able to stop imagining it since, pls jetski or even some yacht sex with boyfriend lewis 🥹

omg HAHAHAH i remember that !!! thank u so much for ur prompt! idek if this is even possible but..... anything is possible in fic

if u want yacht s*x there's always this fic !!

send ur own prompt here x

Lewis always goes too fast on the JetSki. Gets a kick out of making you shriek and clutch at him, curse him out as the wind whips past. This time, though, you drive. He seems content with it, now he’s given up control, pressed up close behind you, his arms around your waist, bare skin. The sun shines down, bright in your eyes, the anchored yacht swaying in the cove. It’s something like freedom, whipping around the ocean at your own pace, Lewis laughing and urging you to go faster, faster. 

It’s easy, to rock your hips back a couple of times, disguised as getting into a more comfortable position, feel his hands flex on your thighs, biting soft into the crook of your neck as he gets thick against your back. The sun and the sea and the wind and Lewis kissing the line of your shoulder, hard and rocking into you. You don’t fight him when he curves his hands over yours on the handles, guides the JetSki around the edge of the cove, away from the eyes of your friends on the yacht and killing the engine past the break of a small, isolated beach. 

  “What are you doing,” you ask, grinning already, letting him manoeuvre you easily to turn around and sit in his lap, sliding precariously almost off before he pulls you firmly into place. 

  “What does it look like?” He asks, already untying each side of your bikini bottoms so they fall open. You can see the shape of him in his shorts, press your hand over his trapped cock to feel him twitch. The JetSki rocks gently in the ocean, quiet now, just the sounds of the water and the wind, and Lewis’ small, wanting sounds as he kisses under your jaw, lazy and open mouthed. He’s already flexing his hips up into your hand palming him, the damp fabric stretched tight. 

  “We can’t, we’ll fall off,” you protest, even as you’re shifting to let him pull your bikini away, his hand big and warm from the sun as it covers where the fabric was, hot pressure. 

  “We won’t fall,” Lewis says, as the JetSki rocks again with the motion of a wave, and he, indeed, holds you secure on his lap. His pupils are blown, droplets of water clinging to his chest, a finger inside you now. The sun is hot on your skin, Lewis’ skin is hotter, holding your face in one hand to kiss you lazily while you rock down onto his hand, your own fingers pulling him out of his shorts. 

  “Not scared now, huh,” he teases, rolling you up his body so you can hold yourself at the apex, sliding his fist up and down himself to nudge at your opening, hot and wet at the tip. You try to speak but nothing comes out, settle for shaking your head, kiss him again, delirious for it. He groans, no reason to be quiet, as he pulls you down onto him, thick and throbbing inside you, so ready for it, always. 

  “That’s so good,” you tell him, sunk down onto his lap, breathing through the overwhelming pressure of having him so deep, feeling so full. Lewis is dazed, eyes half lidded, can’t stop kissing you. Tastes like summer. 

  You ride him slow and steady, hands braced on his wide shoulders, nuzzling into his neck to smell him, sweat and the ocean. Lewis mumbles against your ear, touching where you meet, practiced fingers rubbing over where you’re swollen, telling you how good it is, how hot you feel, how tight. 

  “You got it, you got it, baby, take it,” he tells you as you hover impatiently on the edge, head thrown back so you can feel the ends of your wet hair on your back, Lewis holding you strong and fucking into you purposefully. You come writhing, fingers dug into him, half crazy with it, salt water on your tongue. Lewis is almost manic as he chases you over, your hips pink under his grasping hands as he paints you inside. The JetSki rocks and you pant, draped over Lewis, feeling the aftershocks twitch through his body. His hand tugs through your hair, pushing it off your damp face. His mouth is warm and familiar, kissing up your neck, your face, to your lips. 

  “Tick that off the bucket list,” he says, and you laugh into him. 

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #f1 smut #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton imagine #freaky friday #*

[charlesbeckendorf]

hi this is so random but i need to wax poetic. you have no obligation to reply to this. also i do not mean this in a parasocial way at ALL lmao i recognize that idk you trust. i first found ur blog in 2020 as a eighth grader in lockdown that was completely lost. i had lost my uncle to covid during that time and went from being a stellar student to receding into my shell and watching my grades tank. my shit home situation and undiagnosed depression led to me sinking into any form of escapism possible, mainly thru the form of books. i was super obsessed with perry johnson LMAO at the time and had all the time in the world to look into the fandom. this was around the time the unnamed author was just, like, violently and belligerently racist and scathing to any fans that questioned otherwise. being a tumblrina, i went to this site to see people comment on this, only to find you and ur mutuals were the only people openly discussing how he was just plain vile. i remember how sickened i felt seeing how you and other people of color were getting doxxed and threatened for pointing out what i thought was incredibly obvious. as a rlly sheltered person of color, this was the first time it struck me that the world was lying about how much they were actually willing to stick up for us, as before that i was just stupidly optimistic. anyways bc of that i started checking ur blog like EVERYDAY because of how much your words resonated with me. i was in complete awe of just how witty you were, and how you took no shit from people. granted this was a defense mechanism from crazy ass white fandom bitches but it was still weirdly inspiring. i still remember seeing u pull out the yale trap card so often and being like, oh shit this girl is something else lol thats hysterical. for the rest of high school i would keep up to date with u and specifically ur writing and poetry on promethes. kal i need you to realize your words actually rearranged my brain. the poems about your great grandfather, your mother, your pos friend, of being a horror, to love and to be loved is rest, everything EVERYTHING is etched into my memory. i really feel like i stumbled onto the modern fucking plato or something. anyways my critical thinking skills and love of poetry both are strongly influenced by you. i used to be the kind of person that hated everything and couldnt bear the thought of tolerating this world for another second. but your unyielding positivity and optimism, and insistence that kindness being the more difficult choice is inherently more radical really changed me. ik u didnt invent that or yadda yadda but u really made it seem real. im still learning to take each day slower, to breathe in a little deeper, but the beauty of so many things i previously dismissed is so obvious to me now. that post you made about you and ur mutuals educating a whole generation is so true lol. so just thank you. honestly thank u thank u thank you from the bottom of my heart. im a senior now who just submitted my yale application tonight and thought of you and im a little drunk right now so i think thats why i wrote this whole ass essay but just. like idk. u changed me and idek know you. i made my friend who got into princeton a trap card bc urs was so inspiring lol. anyways i truly hope you have a peaceful happy life and a good night. your soul is really such a beautiful thing and you deserve the world pls never settle for anything less

idc if it’s parasocial i love u and want the best for u and know u will go far and i almost doxxed myself by telling u the city i live in so u could look me up if you’re ever here lol. ik im a stranger or whatever but im proud of u idc ur like my adopted little sibling now. also @taumoeba yale card inspiring generations

#answered #anonymous #save #sometimes i think im like another pretentious tumblrite but then im like if i inspired this many intelligent capable kids #then i must be doing something right #love wins

[hinderr]

Okay, here's the thing about the finale (and s3 as a whole)

First of all I wanna say, 'good' and 'fun' dont necessarily have to come together. Something objectively 'bad' can still be fun! I know I had fun a bunch of times this season, so if you enjoyed it and you had fun, I'm happy for you, and I'm not tryna say that you're 'wrong' for it, I am genuinely happy for you

But here's the thing, I didnt have fun during the finale. It felt rushed and stupid and careless, like they just wanted it done and over with, dust their hands off

- they allowed din to escape capture IMMEDIATELY, before we got a chance to see what Gideon was going to do to him or WHY he had taken extra care to capture him. They had Grogu, instead, a child apparently break away from the group of 'Foundlings are the Future' Mandalorians to save his dad alone. What?

- Gideon sees Din and Grogu moving around in the command centre and puts his helmet on going 'I'll deal with them myself'. Gideon proceeds to NOT do anything until after they destroy his precious clones, in which he waits in the room AFTER to monologue. He's a villain, yeah, but he's not stupid like that

- there were SO many things they built up only to just immediately forgo. Din's interrogation. The Armourer (and her sickly passengers) being intercepted before reaching the fleet. And then solutions to the plot appear suddenly - R5 is there now, oh he's gone. It'd be fine if it was clever, but they werent

- bo-katan is mand'alor for like. The fifth time idek. NOTHING about her previous behaviour btw especially abt her behaviour to clones. Ive been giving her the benefit of doubt thinking she'd apologise or sumn before s3 ends but. Nothing. She's just nice now or whatever

- Gideon's death was STUPID and not at all gratifying. For a villain as complex as he was, who made din and grogu's life SO hard by hunting them down, to have him die the way he did feels weak

- Paz Vizsla. Nobody cares about Paz Vizsla apparently

- the whole thing with IG-11 and IG-12 was weird and wonky. Im glad 11 is back, but that era where Grogu was pupeteering what was essentially his corpse very much rubbed wrong

- the plant thing was stupid. 'They just need room to grow' and when people were living in domes there WASNT any?? Goddamn

- WHERE IS PERSHING??

The whole thing felt...uncared for, you know? Like they didnt care for the story they wrote, they just wanted cameo after cameo, 'ooh jack black ooh gideons wearing mando armour ooh ig-11 is a mech suit now' and then didnt even bother tying a ribbon, they just chucked the box on your doorstep. The characters felt ooc, namely Bo-Katan BUT ALSO Din Djarin himself. Thats not what Mando would do, became such a common sentiment while watching. And its so disappointing because they had all the potential!! It couldve been SO GOOD

I just. Sigh. I wish they cared, yknow?

#the mandalorian #mando crit #mando critical #the mandalorian spoilers

[h0p3l3ssromantic]

FAVORITE NECKLACE

a/n: this is my first fic that I wrote at the ass crack of dawn in an hour lol pls be kind and leave any comments or suggestions🤭 I’m not sure if I’ll write more but here goes nothing

Word count: <1k

Synopsis: y/n loves jeongin’s hands and upon getting a certain text and image, loses her shit. Based purely on my own fixation on skz hands and my daily thought of them being wrapped around my own neck. I had to get this off my chest🙃

Warnings: angst?? Idek lmao, Smut for sure

This writing is intended for readers 18 years of age and over

Cellphone rings *1 attachment



“Baby look at this ring I designed for stay, isn’t it pretty?!”

You don’t read that until after about 5 minutes though because like the nasty slut you are, you have been staring at his big…masculine hand and his perfect, long fingers and you don’t even notice the slight clenching happening between your legs. The longer you stare the hotter and stronger that feeling in your stomach is getting.

“Baby? You don’t like it?”

Second message snapping you out of your pervy thoughts and you quickly reply,

“baby I- I love it, im sorry I just got lost as I looked at this picture you know I love your hands and you know what they do to me”… hitting send as you bit your bottom lip for dear life

Incoming call from My Love♥️

“h-hello my love” you stutter

“Mhmm and what do my hands do to you baby?”

This is the final straw, your hips begin rolling on nothing, and you can’t help it as you place your hand in pants and start rubbing small circles on your clit

“Cat got your tongue baby?”

You need him and you need him now. You need his hands around your throat, with the rest of the necklaces he’s given you

“When are you coming home?” You practically moan, still touching yourself

“Aht aht be a good girl and tell me what my fingers do for you while you make yourself cum and I’ll tell you”

Fuck, this man will be the death of you

“Mhmm innie please don’t make me”-

You hear the front door open and innie standing in the doorway. Watching you in all your needy glory and any other time you would be shy but not now. Walking up to you and he hangs up the call

“Does my needy little slut need some help with her words today? Hmm?”

Running his left hand up your left inner thigh,

“Do you like how my hands feel here?”

You let out a shaky “y-yes”

Pulling down his sweatpants as he continues further up near your wetness, gliding his fingers in between your folds

“and what about here? Do you like how my hands touch you here baby?”

“Fuckkk yes innie”

How did a simple picture lead to here? You think

Lining himself up with your entrance and he brings his fingers up your mouth and like the slut you are you happily open wide and taste yourself letting out a needy moan. But his hand still not where you want him the most. Around your neck. Taking the initiative, you place his hand on your neck as he enters you and the sound you let out as he lightly squeezes is nothing short of pornographic.

“Oh my baby likes when my hand touches her here huh? You like when you choke you while I fuck you don’t you baby? You like when you can’t breathe? You like my hands that much?”

Whispering you as he fucks you quite literally into an oblivion

And all you can do is nod slightly as your eyes roll to the back of your head, as your hands joins his around your neck, and all you can think about is how good you feel in this moment so full with hands wrapped around your neck, your favorite necklace…

Thank you for reading! I’m super nervous, and any comments and feedback on technique or layout of writing would be much appreciated, smooches💋

#skz #stray kids #skz smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz scenarios #jeongin smut #yang jeongin

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

20 questions for writers

tagged by @pia-writes-things - thank you! :D

(under the cut to save your dash)

How many works do you have on AO3?

64 at the moment!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

145,151 in eleven years... same as with drawing I don't post 90% of what I do lol whoops

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently TES has been getting the gears going the most, but ER is my perennial love - and once in a blue moon I am compelled to do something TLU! SM is still very dear to my heart but I've been pretty dry on fic inspiration/drive for it for a while now :(

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

these are ALL OLDER PIECES haha so don't look too closely: it still burns - fluffy OPM piece for Knight c: what else can I say! too cold for you here and now - fluffy little Makoami piece (are you sensing a pattern already...) featuring terrible puns, because I have always loved characters trying to make each other laugh you do it for her (that is to say you do it for him) - another one written for Knight; OPM/SM crossover. with TWO chapters! left, left, left right left - introspective Romano piece re: arm. I actually now disagree with some character choices I made in this one so seeing it still getting attention has me like no... this doesn't represent me... Across the Western Ocean I Must Wander - Makoami pirate AU. also not a oneshot! (shock!) I don't think it holds up as well as I'd like, but the premise still compels me and there's some cute moments :'D still VIVIDLY remember being up late on a class night listening to one song on repeat while working on The Kissing Scene™

5. Do you respond to comments?

almost always! it may take me a bit sometimes, but I do try to make sure I do

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

frankly idek - being completely honest, "angst" just as a word at this point turns me off so immediately and so hard that I can't engage with the concept that way. I prefer endings with some hope, but I like some emotional complexity too! all my baggage about fandom and "angst" is for. ANOTHER TIME

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

again I'm not totally sure how to answer this one! I guess Ocean? doesn't get much more stereotypically happily-ever-after than "and then they ran away together the end"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, thankfully! I've gotten the occasional comment here and there that make me go "??" but more just sort of confusing, not malicious as far as I can tell lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sdlkghlsj sex-repulsed asexual here and not for the first time I say: I am reasonably confident nobody wants me doing that. it can happen but offscreen to spare me the inevitable mortification... fade-to-black is about as far as we go in the House Of Mouse sorry!!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have before! it's not my preferred stomping grounds but I like a good one. I don't know about "craziest" but wouldn't do us any harm I think is probably the funniest of the handful I've shared (again: written primarily for Knight! warning that it is from 2016 LOL)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

also not to my knowledge!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

yes! baby Mouse ran a fic awards "show" (in the written medium obviously) with a friend back in like 2010 or 2011 on FFN... it was loads of fun!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

just one?? if I have to choose then: Lizzie & the Bald Boys... my little driftwood raft that I've finally convinced a handful of other people aboard c':

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Makoami Princess and the Goblin AU :( still means a lot to me but SM just hasn't been where I've been drawn to write for a while!

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue + characterization is most often what I get compliments on (<3) - I'd like to think I have a fairly decent hand for little meaningful details too, but I think these more often than not end up just being for my own benefit because I like my symbolism subtle aha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

LONGFORM... plugging together things into ordered chapters and maintaining momentum over longer spaces is my greatest struggle. I've had to come to terms with the fact that I'm much more a sprinter than a marathon runner, and it's been very freeing letting myself step outside of needing all the surrounding context to just do things as I come to them and then getting to string it all into chronology via series ordering

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

done well I find it really impressive! it's very hard to do well though ahaha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

without the context of "fandom", the first story I ever wrote was about the Boxcar Children hanging out with me at age 6 (the entirety of chapter three was all of us singing the alphabet together and it was narratively crucial that this happen. for some reason.). with the context of knowing about fandom though, Scooby Doo at 11-12!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

of what's posted: Ocean has a lot of personal meaning because it was the first multichapter piece I was able to finish in several years, but on a technical level I've been really proud of some of the more layered pieces I've been practicing in the last year or so: Thermal Equilibrium and skipping stones I think are good examples of that :')

tagging: @knightnightwrite (I AM GOING TO GET YOU TO DO ONE OF THESE SOMEDAY <3 <3 <3), @wispstalk, @ehlnofay, @wonderofasunrise, and anyone else who wants to do it!! as always no obligation if you've been tagged and don't want to! except for Knight. beloved I am knocking on your door come PLAY WITH ME

#Mouse talks! #whew - the cut was definitely necessary hglskdjf

[balladofmonica]

i met matty healy (again) this week, and i need to write it all down somewhere, so i figured id get it all out it here.

so i had a few things to do that morning. one, a quick stop to leave memorial flowers for 삼촌 and then a nyfw gifting suite (which actually just caused me anxiety). i went to get a tumeric latte, and when i came outside this girl was waving me over. i was confused but walked over and she was like, “i like your tattoo!” and showed me that she had one with the same text - la poesie est dans la rue.

we started talking about shows we’d been to and the upcoming tour and work and it was very cute, but then she gasps, i look behind me, and there he is with gabbriette. she waves to him, and he runs up and puts his arm around my shoulders.

i wish i could remember everything or even the order that things happened, but it’s all a jumble. but we’re talking about shows we went to - how amazing paris and finsbury are and how cool of a venue l’olympia is and the upcoming tour and he remembered my tweet about how insane the show is going to me. and the whole time, he has his arm around me and is rubbing my back and im doing my absolute best to be normal. i rest my head on him for a minute.

idek i feel insane writing this, but he’s so comforting and funny and cool and warm irl. he feels like home, like your oldest friend. and like I KNOW this is parasocial ok?? like im very self aware but also that’s just the truth of how it all felt.

anyways, i forget how we got on this topic, but he asks what my book os about and i pick it up and show it to him and i try to sound intelligent telling him it’s about cancel culture and the internet and he takes it to read the back and he also reads a bit of a paragraph, and im like “i can get a new copy sent to me if you want that one,” but then a billion alarms go off in my head bc i have annotated so much of that book, so im like, “actually i’ve written in it a lot, you might want a new one. but he looks at it and goes, “no this is good.” and reader, matty healy now has in his possession a very heavily annotated version of Monsters by Claire Dederer and i keep remembering things i wrote or read and wanting to fall to the ground.

we talk more about tour and the show. gabbriette walks up and i tell her i love her tiktoks and that i was so excited about her focaccia journey, and she was incredibly sweet too.

i also tell him a silly story about twitter, and he gives me the best pep talk ever ending it all with “no you’re cool,” and idk if my brain will ever get over that tbh.

there’s so much more that we talked about but idk if i want to share all of it because it was so special and lovely and honestly i kindof have his voice in my head asking me why i feel the need to share any of this online. but it’s fun to be excited about things with friends, and i know i love to hear stories like this too.

#matty healy #the 1975

[sushi-rollss]

oh! how the tables turn!

ensemble stars - amagi rinne

crack (+only a little hint of fluff??) idek what the genre is-

desc ; reader is in an idol unit + collab fan meet-and-greet with Crazy:B + rinne outright flattering himself + niki losing his shit at rinne breaking down

lowkey a revenge fic i wrote for rinne cuz he’s not coming home to me mmmm enjoy

The swift glide of your pen on your unit’s newest album release poster brought a large smile on one of your fans’ face, patiently waiting to recieve her signed merchandise. You practiced your signature countlessly to the point of perfection to never disappoint your faithful supporters.

“Thank you so much for coming today! We hope you enjoy more of our music!” You chimed, gently passing the album to her hands.

“Of course! [unit name] just released this album a week ago but I’m already ready for another one! Keep up the good work, (stage name)!!”

She bowed in respect as you did the same, waving her goodbye as she left your booth. ‘That was the last fan for today,’ You thought, exhausted.

The sun was slowly creeping down whilst nightfall came. You watched as the staffs frantically began cleaning up the area, bringing the meet-and-greet to a close. Sighing, you rested a palm under your chin and sneaked a glance to the other group’s booth. Crazy:B, supposedly the group of idol troublemakers who wrecks havoc in the ES establishment. You quietly stared at a messy red-haired man, watching him chug a bottle of water. Ah, this is quite the predicament…How are you supposed to approach the one an only Amagi Rinne, the leader behind all of their antics?

A soft tap on your shoulder tore you away from your thoughts,

“You’re staring, y’know? Don’t tell me you’re interested in him of all people, (Y/n).” One of your unit-mates stated, following your gaze. Brushing her off, you slumped your head on the table.

“Ha?? It’s nothing like that, (unitmate)-chan! I just need to talk to him about something important, don’t you go getting the wrong idea now,” You huffed, raising your head slightly to glare playfully at her.

“Really now?” She sneered, amused, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how your eyes would flicker to him every so often since the start of this event? You’ve barely been paying attention to our poor fans, I pity them!” She faked a cry, earning a groan from you.

“Excuse me, I was diligently giving love to my fans!” Heat was rising up to your cheeks, embarrassed to get called out so openly.

“Fufufu, you’re so cute when you’re embarassed, (Y/n)!!”

“H-Hey!” She ruffled your hair lovingly, to which you cried out. “Don’t mess up my hair!”

Whilst in the chaos of your friend teasing you, your eyes managed to wander again to meet cyan ones. Holy shit, he was staring straight at you, wasn’t he?

In a panic, you grabbed her wrist to stop her from embarassing you further.

“S-Shit! (unitmate)-chan, he’s looking at us!” You whisper-shouted. You were hoping to get some help from her but alas, all you got was a teasing chuckle leaving her lips.

“Hehehe, this is your moment, (Y/n)! He’s walking to you right now!”

Before you could protest and beg her to stay with you, she backed away swiftly to leave you alone in your seat. You hastily turned your attention back to the grinning man making his way to you as you heard her shout from the background, “Shoot your shot, babe!”

You cursed her in your mind. Taking a deep breath, you regained composure to finally come face-to-face with Rinne.

He slammed a hand on the table right in front of you, making you jolt in surprise. You gulped as he brought his face closer to yours—almost as if he didn’t understand the concept of personal space—overwhelming your senses with his scent.

Almost immediately, you shriveled back,

“U-Uh, Amagi-san, could you please back away a bit?”

He almost scoffed at you. Here he was, standing in front of another obvious admirer of his, and he was being told to step back? It seems like you were playing hard to get in his eyes, so there’s no way he would abide to that.

“Are you sure you want me to do that? I’ve noticed you eyeing me up and down just a few minutes ago, missy,” He smirked confidently whilst inching his face even closer.

“P-Please—” You tried your hardest to stop yourself from bombarding him with insults that would hurt his pride out of the goodness of your heart.

“You don’t need to be shy, I’m open for a relationship if you’d like.” He cooed and ran a gentle finger under your chin, forcing you to stare directly into his eyes.

He’s getting the wrong idea here! It’s not an issue of being shy but instead,

“Amagi-san, please—You reek of sweat.” You finally caved, telling the truth even if it’ll lessen your chances of success. You’re on a mission, and there’s no way you can fail. Not when the golden opportunity is right in front of you.

As expected, he recoiled in shock, taking full offense of what you said. A part of his mind wanted to smack you for that statement but he managed to brush it off, being a so-called bigger man that he is.

“You’re fiesty, I kinda dig that. Though, it’s rude to say that to someone you just met, you know?” He pouted playfully, carefully observing your reaction.

“You realise you have no right to say that when you suddenly invaded my personal space like that, right?” You retorted back with sarcasm.

Rinne laughed in amusement, he approached you expecting to see another giddy girl in love but this is certainly different. He was about to inquire about your strange actions when he heard Niki calling out to him.

“Rinne-kun! You should stop bothering the other group! (L/n)-san looks so done with you.” Niki roughly grabbed him by the arm to drag him away from you. The grey-haired flashed you a grin, “We’re sorry you had to deal with this dude, you could have saved so much energy.”

“Ugh, Niki, hold on, I’m in the middle of a conversation here-!” Rinne groaned in protest, still curious about you.

Wait. This isn’t how you envisioned it to be. There’s still an important issue you needed to discuss with him, you can’t let Niki drag him away!

“Shiina-san, wait! I need to talk to him!” You blurted out and reached for the red-haired’s wrist in reflex. Your small hands could barely cover around his whole wrist but you opted to atleast hold onto him firmly.

“Ah, is the wolf finally out of its’ sheep clothing? Are you ready to fall in love with me?” Rinne teased, flashing a toothy grin at your flustered expression.

It’s a little embarassing to be confessing this out loud—and in front of Niki too—but it might be the only chance you get.

Mustering up the courage, you blurted out,

“The truth is—I’m in love with your little brother, Amagi-san!”

At that exact moment, the world stopped for Amagi Rinne. He deflated in a cloud of dejection, being rejected outright, PLUS he lost to his own cute little brother, of all things. You took his unresponsive self as a sign to continue explaining, ultimately releasing your inner fangirl.

Grabbing your handbag, you shook various items out of it and displayed your most prized possessions on the booth table. Your eyes shined brightly as you stared at them, proudly showing off all of the Alkaloid—correction: Amagi Hiiro—merch you owned.

“I’ve been entranced with his performance since his debut in Kiss Of Life, he has such a unique singing voice and powerful dance moves, it’s a perfect combination!” You cheered as you held up a limited edition mini plush of Hiiro right in front of him. “He’s so adorably cute, I just wanna coddle him in so much love and affection!” You made a gesture of hugging the plush close to you, effectively showing him how much of a big fan you are.

Your face was bright in admiration as your mind wandered back to the red-haired boy you actually loved, not his other kin right in front of you.

“You see, I’ve got almost all of his available merch and I want to support him more than ever but I heard rumours about Alkaloid not having enough funds for more frequent lives unlike Crazy:B, but my agency just won’t let me reach out to them! Ah, how it must be so sad for Hiiro-kun, I’m gonna cry if he’s even just a little bit sad—” You sniffed slightly, imagining your favourite boy tearing up is enough to make your heart twist in pain.

You continued to ramble on about your love for Hiiro as Rinne stared at you in disbelief. Niki was already rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach over how much pain he felt as he laughed at Rinne.

“You’re off your high horse this time, Rinne-kun! Hahahaha, can’t believe your brother outdid you this time!” He was barely speaking properly as he laughed his ass off with tears in his eyes.

Rinne was about to smack some sense into him with some annoyed retorts but he was again pulled back into a conversation with you as you held onto his collar and pulled him down to meet your eyes.

“Amagi-san, you’ve got to help me!” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes.

He’d be lying if his heart didn’t skip a beat seeing you asking for his help ever so kindly.

“Wh-What do you need?” He inwardly cursed himself for stuttering, feeling embarrassed for being in such a close proximity to you.

“Ever since I heard that Hiiro-kun’s brother will be attending this meet-and-greet with us, I couldn’t stay still.” You gently explained the reason why you were sneaking so much glances to him from afar. “Please put in some word to him for me, I’d like him to know I’ll be supporting him for his journey. So, he should be an idol with no regrets!”

Rinne sighed at your enthusiasm, he’s a bit conflicted. He’s still feeling slightly rejected but he’s also quite relieved to see that his brother is doing well enough to catch the eyes of another well-known idol. He rolled his eyes at you playfully, “Yeah, yeah, fine. I’ll relay that for you, missy.”

You jumped for joy and hugged him in instinct, simultaneously catching him off guard again. Heat rose up to his cheeks as you held onto the man tightly. It took him a few seconds before he could wrap his arms around your back to return the embrace.

“You’re very welcome, missy. I deserve a lot of praise for doing such a good deed, don’t you think?” He prompted for an answer from you but all he heard was a small muffled voice from your head smushed on his chest.

“Ahhh, I would be in paradise right now if only it was Amagi Hiiro’s body that I’m hugging right now—”

Cue another fit of hysterical laughter from Niki as he heard the words come out from your mouth loud and clear. “Gyahaha, it can’t get any better than this!”

Rinne pushed you away out of offence, hurt by your Amagi favouritism. He pouted, “I take it all back, I’m not helping you.”

You cried in fear, “Noooo! Wait Amagi-san, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

You used every bone in your being to convince him to help whilst Niki was on the brink of death from amusement.

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“How could you forget that she was a hardcore Hiiro stan, (unitmate)?” Another one of [unit name]’s member sighed as she watched the dramatic scene unfold in front of her eyes.

“Are you kidding me? She never shuts up about Hiiro, of course I’d never forget.” She smiled, amused to see you get along with the leader or Crazy:B. “It’s just that, they way she looks at Rinne is a little bit different than the adoration she has for Hiiro, even if she doesn’t realise it yet.”

“Oh my God, is our dear (Y/n) in love?!”

“Mhm, mhm, she’s DEFINITELY in love. Hehe.”

#ensemble stars #enstars #rinne amagi #amagi rinne x reader #enstars x reader #enstars x y/n #enstars rinne #niki shiina #hiiro amagi #enstars fluff #enstars imagines #crazy:b

[bohnsky]

two and a half months into liking f1, here are my favorites:

1. Alex Albon

I think this is obvious. I just love Alex too much. Sadly this weekend wasn't great for Williams and it stressed me so much that Valtteri was on a mission to snatch P11 from my boy, but Albono's defending is so good, still sadly no points😭😭

2. Sergio Perez

This was a very hard decision, but I thought it's true for me right now and I can still change it back later so now Checo is on second for now.

I'm so obsessed with this man, I even wrote a Chestappen fic. It rarely happens that I'm so inspired that I actually put my ideas on paper.

FP1 made me want to cry and the German commentator couldn't stop hating (it wasn't really hating, just stating facts with a negative untertone, but it annoyed me) and I'm really starting to dislike Ralf Schumacher, he's always acting like he's so much better than every other driver lol (easy to say those things when you're not driving anymore, yes I'm looking at both of you, Ralf and Nico). But honestly I'm exaggerating, they're not that bad.

Also all the memes about Checo's crash. I was desperatly looking for posts that empathize with him and only found memes😭

(if I wasn't this deep, I would find them funny lol)

The race today was great tho. I would've loved to see him get P2 and I believe it would've been possibly, but I don't know anything so whatever. And I'm super happy for Lando and podium is podium. And driver of the day is well deserved. Checo knows how to gain positions. Now he just needs to start performing in Quali again :D

3. Charles Leclerc

Not the best weekend for Ferrari. The race today was a mess for them. Charles' first pit stop made me want to cry. It did seem like the team was trying to fuck Charles specificly over, with the water problem and that pit stop. I just want to see Ferrari back in the front.😭

Honerable mentions:

Nyck and Daniel. I just have to talk about that. I can't really be happy for Daniel. I really started to like Nyck and I think there is a reason he got into F1 in the first place. He's a good driver and I really believe that he just needed more time. I understand that the team felt like they needed to do something, but to Nyck it's unfair. I just hope he gets over the pain quickly.

And Danny deserves better than Alpha Tauri. Like what is he supposed to prove in that shit box. Also I am so obsessed with Checo that I'm still so scared that they might drop him if Danny does really good and I keep thinking what would that mean for Yuki? etc

Now after the weekend, I still don't know how to feel about the whole situation and I actually started avoiding Danny content, which is stupid and sad. Danny deserves a seat and it's not his fault that the circumstances suck.

the Haas boys. Never thought I would say that, but I kinda dig their dynamic.

George. I've been thinking about George a lot lately and I really like him, but somehow he is super weird to me. Idek what exactly, somehow everything about him is weird, but lovable. From his stupid big eyes and his ridiculously long legs, to his strange laugh and his accent. I really don't know anything about the differences in british accents but his accent is the weirdest to me. I like it and I understand it perfectly, but it's just weird (I'm sorry, I'm not trying to offend anyone😭)

Also his PR stuff is so cringy. I love how he's just embracing it all, but it sometimes feels like he is an old man, who doesn't understand the internet but loves learning about it😭

And his race was impressive af. He really knows how to drive.

Fun fact: my brother thinks he should be Mercedes' first driver.

Lance. I've grown extremely fond of him. He's just a sweetheart and getting dangerously close to my top three. I might have to take him into consideration soon.

He's a cat. I love cats.

Initially I disliked him for the dumbest reason (being a rich kid), but even then I knew (or I was expecting) that the day would come that I start liking him and here we are. He's the kind of person I would want to be friends with.

Logan. Through Alex I've become somewhat of a Williams fan. And I really like it when Logan has a good day. The FPs were great for him. The race sucked tho (whatever happened there), but he didn't seem too mad about it.

Lewis. I couldn't believe my eyes when he took pole. I was so happy, but then the race start was so bad😭😭

And I feel incredibly bad that I didn't want him to get P3😭

He was just so close to Checo in the last few laps and I really wanted Checo on the podium. Please don't get me wrong, I would have loved to see Lewis on the podium. I would've loved to see him win, but with Max, Lando and Checo in front, I just couldn't cheer for him😭😭😭😭

Lando. I love this man and I just want him to finally get a win. But it seems like he takes P2 as some kind of win, knowing that Max is just unbeatable.

Max. His hair.

Also I just need to say how much I love it when Max speaks German. The Dutch accent when speaking German is like the cutest thing ever and I'm really impressed of how confident he is in the language.

And there's my internal Red Bull dilemma. I drink a Red Bull for every Quali and for every race. I don't want Red Bull and Max to keep dominating, but I want Checo in front and Max deserves to win because he is that good. Do I support Checo or the Red Bull domination by drinking too much Red Bull?😭😭😭

Either way, I love Red Bull and I will keep on drinking it lol. Also I might be a RB fan at heart. Still Ferrari all the way, but I came into F1 being a RB fan, because of rallye sport and almost every driver I like there, is driving for RB. And then there's what they did to Alex and Pierre and now Nyck.

It's a love-hate relationship.

Valtteri. I don't think I ever said anything about him here. I love this man! He is such a vibe. Just doing whatever the fuck he wants and slaying every second of his life. He's not at the top of my favorites, but generally speaking, he might be one of the coolest drivers on the grid.

In terms of race positions, I like to see him doing good, but I like to see my favs in front more. Alex > Valtteri, I had to cheer for Alex there.

Zhou. I'm positively neutral about Zhou,  I don't know much about him, but from what I've seen so far there's not much to dislike. But here I just wanted to say that I loved seeing him slay Quali. Alfa Romeo in general. It's good to see them in better positions every now and then. The start today was just unfortunate.

Carlos. I was surprised by how Ferrari was treating Carlos today. It seemed like the team was actually listening to him. I hope they sorted themselves out and they keep being nice to my man Carlito😭

But the German commentators kept saying that Carlos Sr. is already looking around for a seat in a different team for his son😭

I love him in Ferrari, but I would totally understand if he wanted to leave. But I also saw something about the possibility of him joining Audi and I gotta say, as much as I love Ferrari Carlos, seeing him in an Audi would be so cool! Might be because Carlos Sr. is driving for Audi, but that doesn't matter. It'd just be cool.

Pierre. I'm starting to find my love for Pierre again. It's not nearly as strong as it used to be (obviously, as he's not first anymore lol) For some reason I didn't really care about him for a few weeks, but it's coming back now. Also bad day for Alpine. Must be devastating, a DNF for both cars and it not even being their fault. I hope they're okay and don't kill Zhou.

Esteban. I'm starting to dig the whole Alpine dynamic. They might not be the best of friends but they make it work and I love that.

And still, I'm obsessed with Este's accent and I keep coming back to the squirrel clip. I just can't with him.

Also he gives me young Jeff Goldblum vibes, idk why, but I love it.

Might be the hair. Or the sunglasses.

Oscar. It's frustrating to watch Oscar almost get on the podium. He deserves a podium, he's an incredible driver and I'm happy that the car is finally good enough for him and Lando.

Yuki. Now that I named 18 drivers, I can just say some things to the last two as well. Yuki is such a cool person. I wish he was higher on my list (the honerable mentions are in no particular order). And like I said before, I'm a little scared of what Danny's performance means for him.

Fernando. I like him a lot. I like his laugh and his accent. He's serious but silly and he treats Lance well. I like to believe that he has no evil master plan and just actually likes Lance lol

Sometimes it seems that Aston is the only team that works together and just like Lance said, it's romantic.

Also Strollonso might actually be my favorite ship currently. They're so unlikely, but they just work and it's cute. Thay might not be a Lestappen or a Carlando, but they have my heart just as much and I need more content.

Wow, I didn't know I had so much to say. And I hadn't realized that I just named most of the grid until I counted them.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #alex albon #sergio perez #ralf schumacher #nico rosberg #charles lecrelc #nyck de vries #daniel ricciardo #nico hülkenberg #kevin magnussen #george russell #lance stroll #logan seargent #lewis hamilton #lando norris #max verstappen #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz #carlos sainz senoir #pierre gasly #esteban ocon #oscar piastri #yuki tsunoda #fernando alonso #strollonso #alonstroll

[strbymacaroon]

OK I READ THE NEW CHAPTER LAST NIGHT BUT ENDED UP FALLING ASLEEP BEFORE I COULD TALK ABT IT… (then I had school but I’m here now!)

BRO THE NEW CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD OML AND SM HAPPEN IDEK WHERE TO BEGIN THE WROTING WAS AMAZING (as always) AND I WAS SMILING AND BLUSHING LIKE 90% OF THE TIME WHILE READING IT.

Ur writing is so good frfr 🙏🤍🤍🤍

I'm so glad you liked it!!! 🩷

You're so kind! I'm always kicking my feet back and forth when writing!!

#angelanswers✨⭐️🌸

[multifanlol]

So here is my girl Sasha Waybright i love her smm-sorry that it’s rushed i had another one wrote down and it just got deleted idek how so I’m pretty frustrated

Tw: Stalking, controlling behaviour regular yandere stuff you’d expect

My girl Sasha would be very controlling like she said it herself i feel like she would probably even be worser

Like she’d wanna control your social media, clothes, friends just your life in general although it’d just look like she’s a little “bossy”

Manipulative is also something she’s pretty damn good at so if you didn’t listen she’d resort to manipulation or just in general being intimidating

“Look s/o, this isn’t cute now we’re going to see that movie. end of discussion”

And this would just be before Amphibia

During Amphibia oh boy now she’s also insanely strong……if i were you i would just bury myself in a hole then and there

Also with her insane anger issues

Did I mention yet she’d be a control freak?

Definitely has some narcissistic traits in her

Def has a hero complex like Anne difference is she wouldn’t be a hero like i can see her putting you in danger on purpose and making you think your “helpless” even if you could manage

“Tsk Tsk s/o, do you really need me on your watch at all times…..guess you should stick around me huh?”

I see her stalking your social media even though it wouldn’t be necessary she’d do it just to see if your listening and maybe write some nice comments i mean it’d be cute to see you happy even though your not aware it’s her leaving all those nice stuff

Although i can see her still having some sort of empathy no matter how small it is

When she steals the box and betrays Anne and Marcy (including you) she expects you to atleast blindly understand

Why are you looking at her with disgust….?

“After everything i gave you s/o?! Look this isn’t cute now you either grow up and understand or I’ll make you understand!”

Although when she gets her redemption i feel like she’d be a lot better i mean her days of manipulation and controlling are over! So she has to be good right?

Well i mean yeah, she’d still have anger issues but she’d be much more calmer as she wouldn’t wanna lose you again as she would of just gained your trust again

After Amphibia she would def be much more clingy and paranoid incase something like that happens again but it doesn’t matter now your more closer then ever!

What could go wrong now…..

So yeah that’s it-sorry it’s short but if you wanna request other shows/series etc look on my pinned post of the stuff I’ll be doing at the moment! So i guess that’s all i hope you liked it love y’all-

#amphibia #amphibia x reader #character x reader #sasha waybright #Sasha Waybright x reader #Yandere Amphibia #Yandere #Yandere x reader #Yandere Sasha Waybright x reader