#idk right now this last part is really short like i only have the kiss lunch and the confession

[walpu]

hii, first of all, sorry for my bad english

this may sound weird, but lately i've been thinking of aventurine turning in a cat. like, for some strange reason (maybe during a mission), he turned in a cute little cat. and since reader doesn't know he's a cat, he feels free to enjoy all reader's affection, and maybe to let his emotions win and cry while being caressed. and then he turns human and he's crying enough to fill a swimming pool. idk if i explained well :(

tysm, i love love love your works!! ❤︎

AWWW THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST and don't worry your English is perfectly fine! It's not my native language as well so I get the struggle tho

I love making my faves cry so there's a possibility that I've got a bit carried away lol

taking care of cat!Aventurine

edits by @keisieudeptry on twitter

characters - Aventurine notes - gn!reader, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, a lot of cuddles, n̷̳͙͊͛õ̵̩͓ ̸̧͉̓b̶̳́̎e̵̖͋͊ṭ̴̩̔ȧ̵̪͚̕

Aventurine

Listen, he's always on alert okay. This man rarely allows himself to relax, especially when he's on another one of his business trips.

And he knows what to expect. Lies, attempts on his life, threats etc. He has seen it all.

But this. This. This is something new. Of course anything can happen when you're dealing with The Masked fools but this? Being turned into a cat? In what place this is even funny? It is kinda funny tho just not for Aven

He knows better than to panic. Yes, being turned into a tiny orange cat was not a part of his plans. Yes, this is probably the most defenseless and vulnerable state he's been in since his childhood. Yes, this sucks. But hey not like panicking will change anything.

Instead he just sits in the corner, feeling incredibly anxious and dreadful. His only hope is that this shapeshifting trick won't last for long.

A huge wave of relief washes over him when he sees a familiar person. And not just any person but you. The only person who can put his restless mind at ease, at least for a short time. He wouldn't mind seeing Topaz or Ratio too but it's much better when it's you.

He quickly realizes, however, that his joy was premature. He can't communicate with you! And you don't know that this is him! So the only thing poor Aven can do is follow you around and... meow. It's almost humiliating. Too bad he doesn't have time to care.

Soon enough you give up at finally pick up the oddly familiar cat. Every time you try to put the cat down it starts meowing and running after you so the only thing you can do is pick it up and carry around like a potato.

And you know how it is with cats, once you put your hands on one you can't stop petting it. You run your fingers through the cat's fur absently, while checking you phone for any messages from Aventurine. Hugging the cat, pressing your face to it's soft fur. Something about it surely reminds you of Aven. The thought, no matter how childish it is, brings a small smile on your face.

And poor, poor Aven. For so long he's been longing for your touch while laying awake at night, his poor heart flattered every time your fingers brushed against his. He wants wants wants to melt into your embrace yet this is not allowed for him.

How can he ask for it without exposing the deepest and darkest parts of his soul. How can he open his heart to you without reveling all the ugly, fragile parts.

He wants to be open with you, he really does. Yet it's so unreasonably hard. Would you kiss his head like you do now if you would know how empty he is inside? Would he be able to press his forehead into you palm, asking for more more more without feeling exposed?

In a way, it's good that right now he's in this form. He doesn't really have to think about anything, doesn't have to feel anxious about revealing too much. He can just enjoy in.

You two fall asleep just like that and he doesn't have to overthink, he can just crawl to you side, nuzzling up to you.

You can't help but notice that the kitten in your arms is trembling slightly. And when you pull it closer in order to provide some warmth and comfort it just purrs and meows pitifully. Almost like it's… crying.

Now listen. I'm 100% sure Aven is a light sleeper. So there's no way he won't wake up from a loud gasp and a lot of movements near him.

Well. Seems like the shapeshifting trick the masked fool pulled on him lasted only for 12 hours. And now he lays on the couch in his human form while you look at him with the wide eyes.

Awkward.

His initial reaction is to laugh it off. "Surprised, dear? It's a shame you can't see your own face right now ha ha". Would explain the whole situation, trying to make it seem like it was not a big deal. No mention of you cuddling session tho. Max he would say is "my, my, didn't know you where such a cat person".

However, his smile freezes immediately when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Well. Here goes all of his feigned confidence.

Here is this feeling again. Your warmth, you scent, the comfort your touch brings. You telling how you started to get worried and how relieved you are that he didn't get hurt. It cuts so deep, makes him feel so exposed yet so needed. Loved even.

At first he doesn't even get it why your eyes get even wider, why a look so lost and worried all of the sudden. Only when your hands hesitantly cup his cheeks and you ask him what's wrong he realizes that there are tears in his eyes.

You know those tears when they just drop from your eyes and it's not like you're hysterical or crying uncontrollably but the tears just keep coming and coming and the more you try to calm down , the worse it gets? Yeah, him.

Would almost automatically tell you that everything is fine. When you confront him, pointing out that he's literally crying, will get even more confused than you. "Hah, seems like you're right, dear" he says with a small smile, giving up on the idea of hiding it from you. After all, it's too late for that anyway.

It feels... not even humiliating, no. It's weird, scary even, to be so open around someone. To be stripped of his mask so suddenly.

And yet he doesn't have time to care when your hands hold him oh so tenderly, when you cup his face and ask him what's wrong.

"Nothing, nothing, really. Just getting a bit sentimental here. Just... hold me like that for a bit more, 'kay?" he manages to whisper with a faint smile before pressing his face in the crook of your neck.

God feeling his tears on your skin feels so surreal. And heartbreaking too.

With each tender touch he gets even more emotional, to the point when he literally chokes on his own tears. Please hold him, run your fingers through his hair, kiss the top of his head.

He just doesn't get it, it feels so good to be held by you, why does his stupid heart hurts so much then?

Honestly he didn't cry for so long and there are so many repressed feelings, just let him let it all out.

He'll probably fall asleep in your arms, feeling very exhausted after the sudden emotional outburst. In the morning would act like nothing has happened, making some dismissing comments about him being a bit overdramatic last night. Don't let him withdraw into himself but don't push him to open up too much as well.

Just touch him more often from now on, especially when he looks like he had a bad day. And eventually he'll turn into your lap cat, reaching out for your warmth himself with or without reason.

"You're being clingy again" "Am not <З" all while sitting on your lap.

You've domesticated him so good luck.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine x reader #walp's writing #fell in love with this request the moment i saw it

[bonny-kookoo]

I miss ILYSIB couple :( do you plan to write any smut about it? Just anything, i miss their smut

Idk you can have this?

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You've got something on your mind.

Jungkook knows you do, because you're spacing out way more often than usual, even to the point of barely being able to be pulled out of your thoughts by the spatula covered in sweet vanilla cake batter he's poking to your lips.

"Oh!" You happily accept it, taking it from his hands to lick the remnants off of it, while he carefully taps the cake pan with the batter on the counter to get all the bubbles out, before he opens the preheated oven.

"What's on your mind?" He wonders as he slides it inside, closing the door to set the timer. "You're quiet."

You shrug, occupying yourself with the spatula, before he takes it from you to put it in the sink to wash later. He's standing in front of you now, between your legs, as he holds onto your thighs. You however reach out to teasingly pet his head, short hair still soft, but growing fast these past few days.

"Will you ever stop that?" He chuckles, and you laugh too.

"Nah. You look like one of those chia-pets, just cuter!" You compare, and he cringes a bit, while simultaneously laughing along. "Say, Jungkookie..?" You ask, and he hums a reply, walking towards the living room sofa with you to sit down on it while the cake bakes in the oven. "We'll spend Christmas together, right?" You ask, and he nods. "And new years too, right?" You ask, and again, he nods. "And like, I'll sleep over the entire time, right?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"What're you getting at?" He asks, tucking some of your hair behind your ear Christmas themed earrings dangling from your lobes.

"What if I.. always slept over.?" You wonder quietly, almost so soft he can't hear it. But he does. He hears is very clearly- and it makes his lips part a little, eyes all round.

"Like.. moving in?" He asks just as softly. "Living together?"

You nod, not looking at him, cheeks red.

"Yes." He answers, making you snap your head up to look at him. "Yes, I'll- I'll help you take apart your furniture and put them up here- and I'll help you pack, too!" He agrees, leaning forward a little on excitement. "I didn't know you'd want that?"

"I didn't know how to ask.." you whine, hugging him to sit on his lap now. "I don't wanna be the stupid clingy girlfriend you have to have around or she'll go rabid-"

He laughs. "No, be clingy!" He laughs. "I want you closer. And I'm actually glad I'm not the only one who still hesitates asking for some stuff." He sighs out, holding you close as he leans back against the backrest of the couch.

"Huh?" You wonder, looking at him. "Ask me!" You demand, and he shakes his head. "Hey no- you can't just drop that and then back out!" You complain, making hum shrug before he gasps in surprise when you accidentally grind on his dick tucked away in his underwear and sweatpants. It gives you an idea, as you do it again.

"Princess-" he warns, but you laugh.

"Tell me." You demand.

"No- ah, hey!" He whines when you grind down once more, a fake innocence on your face. "Don't do that."

"Why, cause you'll cream your pants?" You giggle, remembering the last time he actually did end up cumming into his underwear during a particularly heated make-out session. "Just tell me!" You laugh, hands now moving to slip beneath his shirt to trace the muscles beneath the skin of his abdomen, new matching belly button piercing he's got with you beneath your fingers.

"I- no.." he whines, trying to stay strong, but it's just not working. Your shorts have risen up to reveal most of your thighs, making him salivate at the thoughts invading his mind. "I want.."

"Hm?" You ask, leaning in to kiss his ear, warmth of your legs over his seeping through the fabric of his pants.

"I want you to sit on my face." He gasps out, unable to hold it in as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. "I really want to eat you out like that." He confesses, and you still.

"The cake-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Suck me off first then?" He wonders, now too desperate to mask his needs and pretend to be unfazed.

You teasingly act like you're thinking, before you shrug. "Okay, sure." You agree, sliding off his lap to have him almost instantly give you a pillow to put down for your knees as he pushes his pants down.

And surely enough, after sucking him off, and taking the cake out in a hurry, he does indeed return the favor.

Tenfold, at least.

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[kodydrs]

The Vice Admiral’s Daughter - Portgas D. Ace (|||)

a/n: part 3!!! idk why but this part was honestly the hardest to write and idk why bc i always right smut. um, anyways, this is gonna have like 1 or 2 more parts and then it’s done 🫶🏻 and i’m back to other fanfics (i have an iceberg & franky one sitting in my ideas box). feel free to send in asks / requests, and comment & reblogs are appreciated!!

warnings: ace x fem!reader, pirate!ace x marine!daughter!reader, fxm, 21!ace, 19!reader, oral (f & m receiving), (slight) fingering, cunnilingus, smut, mdni, i’m bad at tagging, not proofread (it’s never proofread)

ib: tagged in earlier post

request: yes / no

You’re awoken in the (very) early hours of the morning a few months later when you’re back at Loguetown. The transponder snail that sits beside your bed feels like it’s screaming in your ear and you groan into your pillow.

‘Hello?’

The voice on the other side comes over clearly, and you’re almost motivated to hang up right then and go back to sleep.

‘Hey sleepyhead.’ Ace laughs quietly. ‘I’m surprised you picked up. Did I wake you up?’

‘No.’ You lie through your teeth, rolling in your bed. ‘I was just walking my fish.’

‘Oh. That’s good… Have you missed me?’

You’re silent on your end of the line, and you can hear Ace’s smile drop.

‘Ace? How did you get my number? It’s private.’

You hear his laugh crackle over and it warms your heart a little.

‘Don’t worry about that. I just need you to come into town. To that bar we met at last time.’

‘The Smog Cutter? That place has been closed for a few months. It’s all abandoned now.’

‘I know, but I really need you to meet me there. Please.’

You groan again, weighing out your options before inevitably agreeing.

You don’t bother properly changing into clothes. Instead you just throw a shirt over your bra and shorts before running out of the house and into the township.

Ace is standing outside of the Smog Cutter. You hadn’t lied when you said it was closed and abandoned. The paint that used to decorate the front of the building had long since peeled off, and you could barely read the name of the place.

‘So that’s where you live?’ Ace said, looking at where you’d come from.

You’re out of breath when you reach him, but you stand up straight with your hands on your hips.

‘Well yeah. It’s the Vice-Admirals house aswell.’

‘They do live well, don’t they?’ He scoffed. You give him a sideways look as you both walk into the empty tavern.

‘Did you just call me out here to make comments on my lifestyle or what?’

‘…I missed you.’ His smile stretched and you’re met with piercing blue eyes looking straight at yours. ‘And I wanted to talk to you.’

You freeze for a second before giving him a “are you fucking serious” look.

‘Why would you “miss me”?’ You ask, sitting on one of the counter stools.

‘Because you’re special. You could’ve turned me in at any point, but you didn’t. You’ve talked to me. And the second time we met, you drank with me and made me laugh. And we’ll forget about the 3rd because that was a little messy, but besides the point. But the point is you’re special and i can’t get you out of my head.’

You listen to him closely, finally breaking a soft laugh at the end.

‘Careful, Fire Fist. You’re making it sound like you’re in love with me.’ He blushes and looks away, and you realise at that moment what he’s trying to say. ‘Oh. Oh.’

‘What on earth do you mean “Oh”?! I just poured my heart out to you and your reply is “Oh”?’

‘It’s an “Oh”, as in “Oh. The Vice-Admiral's daughter was correct in thinking that Portgas D. Ace did in fact want to take advantage of a 17 year old girl that night.’

‘Well, duh. But that only because you said-‘

‘Oh just the fuck up.’ You grinned, grabbing his chin and pressing your lips together chastely.

It takes Ace a minute to register before he relaxes into the kiss, being quick to add more fervour. You wrap your arms around his neck and he steps off his own seat and stands between your legs. He wraps his own arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he continues to return your kiss passionately.

‘This is stupid.’ He whispers, trying to pull back from the kiss slightly. ‘We should stop. You have no idea how much trouble you’ll get in if we’re caught.’ He smirks, knowing he’s about to get a reaction.

‘Oh. But my warnings for the past 3 years have been ignored? Seems a little unfair.’ He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

‘Fine. But I’m being serious. This is dangerous. What happens if your dad finds out?’

‘He just won’t find out.’ You’re quick to reply, and even quicker to lean back into the rejoicing your mouths. Ace grins, pulling you impossibly closer. You take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. 3 years seems long enough for a starved man. He sighs into your mouth, pulling back to see your slightly dishevelled look.

‘You look so beautiful right now.’

You smile, lightly nipping at his jawline.

‘I want you so bad, Portgas D. Ace.’

He brings a hand to the back of your head, guiding your face back up to meet his lips. He bites down on your bottom lip, inciting a moan from you.

‘That’s not helping. I’m gonna go crazy if we keep doing this.’ He groaned, leaning over you so your back was pressed against the counter, one hand holding him up. ‘But god, do I love you so much. I’m gonna marry you someday.’

‘A bold statement.’ You whisper as he begins to explore your neck and collar. ‘Especially to make to the Vice-Admiral’s daughter.’

He grins and nods.

‘Well, you know me, princess. I like to take risks.’ He winks, coming back up to capture your lips once again. Sweet noises drip from your mouth and they all go to Ace’s dick as he slowly grinds his hips against yours. His free hand moves from your hip down to your ass, grabbing at the clothed muscle. Your own hands run up his forearms, then down his torso til they’re resting just above the waistband of his shorts. Teasingly, you grab his belt, holding him like he isn’t as close as possible.

‘Cheeky.’ He hisses, littering kisses over your shoulders. ‘Don’t make me fuck you in an abandoned bar.’

‘It’d be awfully fitting though, wouldn’t it?’ For once, it’s your voice that drops to a seductive tone. Ace groans lustfully, pressing his forehead against your skin. You bring your hand up to pull on the hair on the back of his neck. ‘Come on, Ace. Please fuck me in the bar.’

He feels himself fold right there and then. All sense of dignity fell out of him faster than he dropped to his knees for you.

‘You’re gonna be the death of me.’ He sighed, kissing your stomach. Wanted hands followed slowly after him, tracing the bumps of your spine. He kissed each of your thighs, biting lightly then smoothing the wound, littering your skin in love bites.

Your back’s digging into the counter as he decorated your body, even with your arms keeping you stable. Calloused fingertips trace your inner thighs, parting them slightly. Black eyes meet yours, the pirate leaning back to look at you.

‘You’re so hot from down here.’ He coos, resting his chin on your stomach.

‘I could say the same about you.’ Your hand finds its way to his face, caressing his cheek. ‘You look good on your knees.’

A fire lights in him, hotter than the one already there. You’re so unbelievably attractive, and he can’t even begin to process how he’d come to be blessed enough to get you.

Your thighs are once again littered in kisses, marks all along your inner skin. Your lips are slightly parted as he gets closer to your core. The only thing obstructing him is your thin pajama shorts. Your eyes met again and neither of you need to speak to know what he’s asking. You nod, holding your breath as your soft, pink folds are exposed. The hand on his cheek moves to his hair, running your fingers through his soft black strands. His eyes don’t leave yours as he takes the final step, his tongue flicking out to taste you for the first time. You gasp, mouth open and your head back. Ace smirks, lapping at your folds, then slipped a finger inside you, watching your wetness already coat his digit.

‘Ah fuck.’ You moan lowly, harshly massaging your breast through your top while the other tugs at his hair. A groan from Ace sends vibrations to your clit, stimulating your core. He smirks against your cunt as he thrusts his fingers deeper into you, finding your sweet spot. You’re a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes, and you can feel your legs threatening to buckle beneath you. As if he can tell, Ace adds another finger, stretching you more as he thrusts increasingly deeper and eats you out.

‘A-Ace.’ You cry, tears threatening to spill. ‘I’m gonna cum.’

You’re holding his hair so tight you’re sure you’d have pulled some out by now, but it’s the last of your worries. His grin grows wider, feeling you pulsating around his fingers increasing his own arousal.

‘Cum for me, baby.’

Euphoria washes over you by his command, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.

Touching yourself for the past 3 years had surficed, but this was by far the most intense orgasm you’d spent in your entire life, and all it took was Ace’s mouth and fingers.

Ace continued to lap at your folds, tasting and milking you through while you shake and shudder in pleasure.

‘Are you alright?’ You nod slowly, taking a moment to look down at him while you struggle to stay up. He chuckles softly, pulling back to look at you. ‘Quite the climax, aye?’

‘Shut up.’ You pant, pulling him up to his feet so you can kiss him again. You cringe slightly at the taste of yourself on his lips, but it’s so hot that you ignore it. As you’re making out, you run your hand down his torso, letting your fingers drag over his abs, then past his belt til you’re delicately palming his erect cock. He groans into your kiss, his body already trembling slightly from both your touch, and the adrenaline.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’ He whispered, holding your wrist. You’re quick to shake your head, pulling away. His hair is messier than usual, and he looks absolutely divine like this.

‘That wouldn’t be fair.’ You pouted, putting on a sad girl act. You hold his shoulder and turn you both around so it’s now his back pressed against the counter. ‘Plus, you mustn’t think I love you enough if you think I’m going to wait another 4 months to give you head.’

His gaze is one of surprise, but then a soft smile emerges.

‘You think I’m gonna disappear again?’

Your foreheads are pressed together, and you slowly begin to stroke his dick, watching his breathing change.

‘Please don’t lie to me and say you won’t.’

He laughs lowly, hands finding your hips.

‘I promise I won’t leave. Not now that I have you. Do you trust me?’

‘No.’ Your reply is plain and harsh, but yours holds more truth than his. ‘You’re a pirate, Ace. You’ll need to leave whether you want to or not.’

He shrugs, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and holding your gaze.

‘True. But I meant more in the long run. I’m not going to leave you if you’ll be mine.’ He feels your smile against his lips, and it makes his heart flutter. You peck then quickly before lowering yourself to his knees.

‘I’ve been yours since Day 1, Fire Fist Ace.’

A shallow gasp escapes as Ace’s breath hitches, focused on your movements as you undress him. You’re working slowly, teasing him as you pull him free of his shorts. His hands slide round your face to your scalp, holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. A hum escapes at the slight tug. Eyes lock as your tongue pokes out in kitten licks against his tip. His reactions makes your insides giggle. His eyes roll back and his hands shake, hips leaning forward at your subtle touch.

‘You’re so sensitive, baby.’ You tease, peppering kisses down the length of his shaft. He just groans as you moan, your hand wrapped around him to pump rhythmically.

‘That’s because-‘ He’s cut off temporarily by a squeeze to his base and your lips pressed to his tip.

‘Because what-‘ You whisper, finally letting his cock slide into your mouth.

He shakes his head quickly, taking a deep breath to try to steady himself.

‘Because I’ve been avoiding other women since I saw you.’ A moan fills the bar, his dick plummeting deep into your throat. Your face lights up and you feel your heart melting at his confession. With an internal smile. you quicken your pace, stroking where your mouth can’t reach. Your other hand rests on his thigh, running your hands along the skin to keep him calm.

His fingers are digging into your scalp, holding your hair tightly as his hips involuntarily thrust forwards to meet your rhythm.

‘Oh fuck… I’m yours.’

You can hear your own muffled moans bouncing off the walls, and you should probably be concerned about who else can hear them. But that doesn’t matter when your boyfriend that you aren’t going to see for another long while is with you.

Ace’s breath becomes ragged, his other hand coming down to your cheek.

‘You feel so good, princess.’ He releases a long, low moan, his climax shuddering through his body. Your gag reflex kicks in as the fluid shoots down your throat, but you swallow it nonetheless. Common courtesy as he’d done the same for you. He’s shuddering in pleasure and relief while you milk him through, not releasing him until you’re sure he’s done.

You laugh quietly to yourself, pressing a few kisses to his thighs before standing and kissing him softly.

‘Are you still alive?’ You whisper, holding his waist. He gasps, heart racing and shaking, but nods.

‘Yeah… I’m alive.’

‘Good.’ You reply, pressing your foreheads together. ‘Do you need anything?’

‘Maybe water in a minute.’ He laughs, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

‘Mkay.’ You hum. ‘You lie down in one of the booths and I’ll get you a drink of water, ok?’

A weak attempt of helping him to the seat is made before you’re running off to the abandoned kitchen to look for cups. Ace’s eyes follow you as you run, filled with love and gratitude. You’re back in only a matter of seconds, 2 glasses of cold water in hand. You help him drink some of his water before taking a sip of yours and laying beside him.

‘Better?’ You ask, watching his carefully while love clouds your vision.

‘Much.’ You nod slowly, lips pressed together in a line.

‘Can I hug you?’

Ace stares at you with a raised eyebrow.

‘We just gave each other head and now you’re asking if we can hug?’ It’s a dumb question, you knew. But you’d have much rather asked and he’d said no than just “attacking him” and it’s not being reciprocated. You shrug and he just laughs, opening his arms to welcome you into his embrace. A welcome you take very quickly. Your face is quickly buried in the crook of his neck, feeling his breath fan against your skin.

‘If I was to sleep, would you still be here when I woke up?’

There’s a long silence between you both, and it makes the last event feel like a fever dream. It’s a silence that answers your own question.

‘You should come with me. To sea, I mean.’

You sigh, holding him tighter like he’s about to escape.

‘I can’t, Ace. Not right now.’

He hugs you just as tightly, twirling your hair around.

‘I promise I’ll be back soon. Ok? And then someday, I’ll come back and I won’t leave you.’

You’re not quick to respond, but a simple nod seems to suffice.

‘Ace.’

‘Yeah?’

‘I love you.’ You whisper, feeling your eyes start to droop and sleep start to take over. ‘And I’m really glad you manned up and asked me to be yours.’

Ace smiles softly, pressing his lips against your forehead for a long second.

‘I’ll make sure I never stop reminding you.’

You’re unsurprised when you wake up in your room the next morning, no sign that you’d even left (mind the slightly open window). There was a tinge of sadness knowing it would be a long while before you saw the pirate again, but you smile, tracing the marks he’d left on your body. These were the marks of your first time.

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[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 6)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.3k words, angst at first? idk, it gets fluffy) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I kept getting ideas while writing this so I stopped like 4 times to write another chapter}

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Lance made his way onto the paddock, his dad having driven him instead of Nico. After waking up in Fernandos bed after his DNF in San Marino he'd unintentionally avoided the Spaniard for the past week. He didn't remember much past him complaining about Coulthard, all he knew was he woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room with Fernando Alonso asleep peacefully beside him.

He looked gorgeous, obviously, his long hair slightly covering his eyes, chest rising and falling slightly as he breathed, he looked peaceful, Lance could've stayed and stared for hours if reality didn't hit him suddenly.

He was in bed with Fernando. Alcohol was out on a table a few feet away and he could tell he'd had too much to drink the night before, without thinking he collected his things and left as if he was some sex worker the world champion had taken back to his room the night before.

He'd managed to ignore all of the older mans texts, a part of him feeling bad and longing for him while another part was busy worrying about how badly he must've embarrassed himself.

After a week of putting it off there was no way to now, if Fernando didn't speak to him before Quali he most definitely would after.

He walked alone through the paddock, answering short questions here and there before he found a swarm of people who all called his name.

"Lance, Lance Stroll, How do you feel about what Red Bull and David Coulthard have had to say about you this past week?"

Lance thought for a second, wondering if it was a wise choice to answer the question, in the end he decided it couldn't hurt too much "I honestly couldn't care less, I don't care what Red Bull or Coulthard thinks about me, thank you" He nodded slightly before leaving, not having much more to say and not wanting to elaborate on the whole thing

Somehow he'd managed not to run into Fernando even as Quali came to an end, he was set to start the race in 11th, somehow stopping himself from checking where Fernando was starting from.

His luck didn't last long before he was greeted by the same voice as always

"Lancito, will you avoid me forever?" Fernando asked, Lance wasn't sure whether the Spaniard was joking or was truly hurt by what Lance was doing

"Sorry, I've been busy" He lied, not even turning around to look at Fernando

"What is wrong? Did I do something? I am not sure how to fix it if you do not tell me, mi sol" He spoke softly, just like he always did with lance, he entered the Racing Point garage, just trying to get closer to the Canadian, trying to get him to meet his eyes

"It's nothing, I'm just busy" Lance tried to convince Fernando, he wasn't very good at it

"Too busy to talk to me but before I was the only one you'd talk to" Fernando teased, trying anything to figure out what was wrong

Lance tried to hide his embarrassment as he finally looked at Fernando, the only thing he could think about was the morning after the Europen Grand Prix.

"Is this about last week?" Fernando guessed, Lance couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at how the older man was always right "All we did was drink, Lancito, you were upset so I thought you would like drinking alone, no?"

"Yeah, sorry, I- I don't know why I freaked out" He forced out a laugh, trying to make himself feel less awkward talking to Fernando for the first time in a week

"Is okay, Lancito, are you embarrassed because of what you said?"

"What I said?" He echoed, now he was embarrassed, what did he say for Fernando to bring it up so many days later

"About the crash, you were very upset, mi sol" Fernando didn't exactly lie but he knew that wasnt what he meant. If Lance really didn't remember what he had begged of Fernando than maybe he didn't mean it, Fernando was sure his emotions were just hightened.

"Oh" Lance laughed, feeling relieved after Fernando confirmed nothing else was talked about "I'm not embarrassed, I kinda feel like you"

Fernando smiled, patting the Canadians shoulder "Feels good, eh? Getting in a little trouble?"

The two continued talking, both felt as though a weight had been lifted of their shoulders except Fernandos was replaced with another. While he spoke to Lance as if nothing had happened he couldn't help but hear Lances words replaying in his head.

His eyes stayed glued to Lance as he rambled on, the Spaniard wondered if he really did need him, if he truly felt that way, or if it was just drunken words influenced by how he was feeling earlier that day.

The two spoke for a while longer, just catching up as if much had really happened in seven days.

Lance felt better walking into the paddock the next day, arriving with Nico again as if he hadn't spent the last week moping and ignoring everyone (besides his dad, it proved to be harder to ignore your dad-boss than your coworker-friends.)

"Let's hope coulthard keeps his distance today" Nico spoke, breaking the silence between the two

"God, the next time I hear his name I think I'm gonna explode." Lance whined, having been asked about him all week

"Cmon, you know no press is bad press" Nico added, reminding Lance of his dad

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get ready" The two entered the garage, both almost going straight to their drivers room to get in their fireproofs and race suit

This week was better, David Coulthard qualified last so there was almost no chance in a collision with him, Lance was thankful.

Lance managed to overtake a few times in the race, going from 11th to 9th by the end but he knew it wasn't good enough, neither drivers securing points for the team.

He wasn't upset though, he decided to go to the podium for the first time after the race, excited for Fernando since he just won his home Grand Prix

Fernando looked gorgeous on top, practically beaming as the Spanish anthem played. Fernando was basking in it, the win, his home country, his fans supporting him so loudly with flags and signs, though none of it made him smile as bright as seeing Lance in the crowd below, the Canadians smile shining brighter than anyones.

He stood out, whether it was because Fernando couldn't help but search for him in every crowd or because of his bright pink suit, Fernando didn't care. All that mattered was that he was there, celebrating the Spaniards win as if he hadn't had a disappointing race.

Once he got off the podium he went straight to Lance, not letting him speak before trapping him in a tight hug, he wasn't sure why, he just wanted to.

"Good job, Nando" Lance laughed, hugging the Spaniard back

"Gracias" Fernando spoke into Lances shoulder, feeling as though the pair were on the people in the world. He wasn't sure why he was so happy knowing Lance came down to congratulate him, it just felt good, earlier in the week he was scared it would never be the same between the two because of the past week but he'd managed to save it perfectly, leading to the two in one anothers arms once again which was exactly what the pair wanted.

"You did good, great, amazing, seriously, you led 55 laps and just won your home Grand Prix, you're brilliant" Lance gushed, Fernando raising his head to look at the Canadian

"Is this how you feel when I come to you?" Fernando asked, a smile still plastered on his face, not able to imagine a better end to the race week.

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll #aston martin #fernando alonso #first kiss au #au #rpf #real person fiction #alternate universe #renault #racing point #this took so long #strollonso #lance stroll x fernando alonso #1418 #idk if i like this #i kinda rushed it #i'm so ready to get to race 10 #4 races to go #then i go crazy

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Don't make such a fuss.

Crosshair x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None. A kiss and a little sass. Theft of a toothpick. Fluff I guess.

Word count: 615

Notes: I normally write very graphic smut for Cad Bane. This is my first time writing anything for Crosshair, and I may never do so again, idk. Thinking this is CW era. Maybe Crosshair fancies a girl on Coruscant and visits when he can. Wanted to recreate the "reader steals Bane's toothpick" ask.

You were anxious though you did not speak. The man beside you remained stoic, silent, and unreadable as you walked together through the Gardens of Equality. It was situated within the senatorial plaza, your home away from home. You paused in a quiet spot then turned to face him.

“Do you really have to go again so soon?” you asked, your mood perhaps conveyed unwittingly by the prosody of your voice. Crosshair had just returned from his last mission and already he was being recalled to the field alongside his squad.

His footfalls ceased. You pivoted to see him a pace behind, bucket stowed loosely beneath his arm as he shifted his weight to one thin leg, an eyebrow having arched as he looked at you with incredulous curiosity.

“Orders are orders,” he said laconically, though the expression that overtook you made the corner of his mouth twitch, indiscernible to anyone not trained in the fine art of subtle human gestures.

“I know. I just wish we had more time together,” you admitted, your heartbeat decidedly louder now as it echoed in your ears. You felt your cheeks flush, the sniper studying you as you stared purposefully at his boots.

Those boots came closer. You sucked in a tiny inhalation much too quickly, a breath that you held onto as Crosshair enveloped the point of your chin in his wiry grasp.

“Patience,” he instructed you in a soothing tone, the vertex of his thumb grazing your jawline until it traveled in a downward slope, brushing across your bottom lip. Dark eyes regarded yours as he lifted your head, the clone somehow reassuring you with his gaze alone. You exhaled slowly, nodding lightly in understanding, though deep inside every atom in your being screamed at you not to let him leave.

He knew something was still not quite right.

“Come now, kitten,” he teased, his tone taking on a gentle lilt as he aligned his undoubtedly taller frame against your body, “don’t make such a fuss.” The man towered, dipping low to skim the surface of your lips before he softly applied pressure, your mouth parting to allow his warm tongue to skirt past your teeth and swirl and dance alongside yours.

It was short and sweet, the scruff of his five’o’clock shadow like sandpaper against your skin though you would not complain. Crosshair pulled away, withdrawing a toothpick from out of the confines of his armor as he finally released your chin, his other arm still wholly occupied by his helmet.

“Keep an eye out,” he quipped smugly, placing said toothpick between his pearly premolars, that silver tongue he had used to kiss you rolling it to one side as he shoved it to the corner of his cheek.

You cracked a smile, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall but that you somehow managed to maintain. You made to card your fingers through his hair and he allowed it, though he intensely held your gaze. Your palm slipped lower as you desired to cup his well-honed mandible in the crook of your hand. Then, you had the abrupt urge to be mischievous.

You did not think twice as you swiped his toothpick.

“I’ll keep this, too,” you remarked, your smile growing wider as you playfully positioned it to mirror his stance.

He was quick to snatch it back, but only so he could reintroduce his mouth to yours. You exuded a hushed whimper as you melted against his forceful show, Crosshair leaving you a disheveled mess so that he might replace his implement where it rightfully belonged.

“Stay out of trouble,” he directed in reference to your impromptu theft, your mercurial paramour sauntering off deliberately with the knowledge you would be pining for his quick return.

#Crosshair #Crosshair x Reader #Crosshair x Fem! Reader #The Bad Batch #TBB #Clone Wars #TCW #star wars #clone force 99 #CF99 #ct 9904 #x reader #x you #My writing

[mmcgemino]

How I almost went on stage with Gene Simmons (and also a heavy vent)

Today was the first day of Summer Breeze here in Brasil and Gene’s on the headline. I traveled 8 hours just to see him and Sebastian Bach play. I was so excited to see them and my mind was set on giving Gene a poster and a letter. I really wanted to give him a piece of my work and say how much KISS changed my life.

There was going to be a signing session at 3pm and when arrived there at 11am there was already a line. No problem for me, honestly, I could wait. But then somebody from the staff told us that the time changed for 7pm. I didn’t want the whole day of festival + Sebastian’s show, so I gave up on that.

Sebastian Bach’s show was amazing (I even got an autograph!). It was kinda short but I still had a lot of fun. Next would be Mr. Big (that I didn’t bother to watch) and then, finally, Gene’s band.

God, I was right in front of him. LITERALLY. This was my view the whole show:

I was SO close from the stage, already at the barrier (is that the right name in english?) It was actually funny, because the first thing he did when he finished the first song was to point at me and say with eyes wide opened: sua bunda é linda! That’s a silly thing he says every time he’s in Brasil. (There’s a video of him saying it on a tv show just for reference). I also had some silly interactions with him, like me motion grabbing his tits and him looking shocked. Honestly, if the show ended like that it would be just fine. I’ve never been this close to someone who’s so important to me, much less recognizing my presence and being silly with me. Hell, I didn’t even care about my letter anymore. It was a kick ass show.

But in the last song (that was obviously Rock n Roll All Night), he started calling a lot of girls on stage. There were some in front of me, between the tiny gap separating the stage from the fans. I guess they were sponsors, photographers or idk, more than VIP. But then he pointed at me and called me!!! What ??!????? It sounds just like a fanfic, unbelievable. And I swear on all my family that I ain’t lying. I crossed that barrier with the help of other people and ran backstage.

To have Gene pointing at YOU and calling YOU to be on stage with him is once in a lifetime. To be ON STAGE, my literal dream and goal in life. What I’ve been working for the past couple of years. To have the chance to give my letter to him and even sing by his side. With Gene fucking Simmons from KISS, my favorite band.

But when I got backstage, they told me that I couldn’t go. “There’s too many girls there.” I was the last one he picked and the only one who didn’t make it. I begged that guy, not from Gene’s production but from the event. I even cried. The securities around me were sorry but if I didn’t leave, their jobs would be on the line. I couldn’t even see the man leave the stage. I couldn’t even see the show end.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do from now on. There’s nothing to say, no consolation prize, nothing. “But there will be other shows, other opportunities”, that’s the kind of bullshit that I had to hear. No, there won’t be another Gene Simmons in Brasil calling me to be on stage. My life could have been changed forever.

I was never lucky, never won any raffles or had accomplished great achievements in life. In my letter, the first thing I wrote (as cheesy as it is) “If you’re reading this, everything is possible”. I also wrote how KISS literally changed my life when I went on their last tour here in Brasil, how they took me out of a really bad place and made me run after my dreams. It seems silly, part of me feels like an idiot to be that sad. But I just can’t get over this, can’t have any consolation on that. To be always “almost there” but never actually “there”.

Also, this is the poster I wanted to give him:

The quality is crap and I definitely could do better if I had more time. But I gave my all making it.

Sorry for the long post and the crappy sob story. This just happened like 2 hours ago and everything is still fresh. I decided to write this post because I wanted to share my frustration with people who understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

(Fun fact his pants were tearing up but nobody told him)

#kiss band #kiss army #gene simmons #the demon #gene simmons band #tldr: gene called me on stage #backstage guy said no #lost the opportunity of a lifetime #vent

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 27: Nice View (Exhibitionism)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic fucks the reader against a window, idk how else to summarize this.

Tags: Exhibitionism, hotel, kinda soft actually

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

Medic claimed that he was going on this trip to the city on ‘official business.’ You both knew that was a thinly veiled code for ‘smuggling countless exotic animal parts past the prying eyes of the authorities’, but you couldn’t really complain. At least he had brought you along this time, and since you were with him, he spared no expense.

Your suite was lavish, located on the upper floor of the hotel. A massive bed, a jacuzzi-style bathtub, basically all the luxury you could ask for, and a gorgeous view of the city to top it all off. The massive window in the suite’s main bedroom offered sights of the urban environment all the way out to the horizon, where the street lights and skyscrapers began to look like stars against the night sky.

Still, you found yourself rather lonely. Medic was going out most of the time, leaving you alone in the hotel. Not that you really wanted to be involved with baboon uteruses, or hearts, or god knows what else- but it would be nice to spend some more time with him. The novelty of such a luxurious room faded when there was no one to share it with.

On your last night in the hotel, Medic had come back late, per usual. You were already in bed, only to be woken up by the sound of the ice machine and some shuffling in the bathroom. When your vision adjusted to the darkness, you caught sight of Medic, looking unusually disheveled, his shirt hanging loose and half buttoned as he prepared for bed. It was a rather attractive sight, and it was apparently enough to stir up a sense of need that you had been ignoring until now. You sat up with a soft smile, one that he returned when he noticed you weren’t asleep.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, liebling.” His words came out in a whisper, as if you were still half-asleep. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s alright. I wasn't very tired anyway,” you said before pulling him down onto the bed by his shirt. He let out a short gasp, clearly startled as he practically fell on top of you, right where you wanted him. You paused, but the moment you saw that familiar smirk on his face, proceeded by pressing your lips against his, growing a bit more desperate with every passing moment.

“I missed you,” you whispered between insatiable kisses.

You felt Medic’s grin before you saw it. His hands ran up your thighs and you shivered. Frantically, you began to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt, parting the fabric and running your hands over his chest. One of his wandering hands began to trace along the waistband of your loose fitting sleep pants. You gasped when he ran his hand beneath your clothes, rubbing you through your undergarments and humming in amusement.

“So wet, and we’ve only just begun. You really are pent up, aren’t you, liebling?” He continued to touch you through your underwear, feeling your arousal soak the fabric. “I have been neglecting you for far too long.”

In a kind of frenzy, you quickly stripped off your pants and underwear, giving Medic full access to you. Whimpers and gasps were easily drawn from you as he began to rub circles around your clit.

“Oh ja, liebchen, keep moaning like that.” Medic’s fingers dipped lower, entering you with ease while his thumb continued to stimulate your clit without pause. Needless to say, you certainly weren’t about to stop. “Sometimes I wish I could show everyone how good you feel beneath me, how nicely you cry out for me, so everyone can know that you're mine.”

The way he spoke those words had a possessive note to them, and you found that you couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, that little scenario he had suggested- taking you in front of an audience, making you scream for him while others bore witness- it sounded quite appealing.

Medic immediately noticed that he had piqued your interest, acknowledging your reaction with a low chuckle. “Oh, that makes you shiver, doesn’t it? The thought of being seen like this, being pleasured by me, letting everyone know exactly who you belong to?”

He kept teasing you, but you paid it little mind. Your attention had been drawn towards that ever so large window, a rather bold idea beginning to take shape. There was a touch of hesitation. You were frightened by the prospect of being seen by complete strangers, but then again, you and Medic were leaving tomorrow. You would most likely never see any of those random people on the street ever again, and even if you did, they probably wouldn’t even recognize you since your room was on such a high floor.

Why the hell not?

“Then do it,” you challenged, shifting out from under him and standing, stripping out of the rest of your clothing hastily as you made your way towards the window. You threw open the curtains, the city lights illuminating the room and accentuating your silhouette in a most flattering way.

You leaned forward, bracing your arms against the glass. Medic’s breath quickened as he looked over the curve of your back, gaze trailing ever lower. You were clearly presenting yourself just for him. The bed creaked softly as he stood up, and you watched in the faint reflection of the glass as he approached you.

His hands started at your shoulders, trailing down your body and over your sides until they rested on your hips, rubbing small circles over the tender flesh. He stopped touching you for a moment and you heard the soft sound of a zipper descending before feeling his strong grip on your waist. The only warning you got was a low groan before he entered from behind.

A flustered gasp escaped you due to the suddenness of it all. Thankfully, you were more than aroused enough to accommodate him. He thrust into you hard, pressing you against the window, and you shuddered at the feeling of the cold surface against your chest. You stared ahead at the cityscape, seeing Medic’s reflection more clearly in the glass now, watching his expression contort in pleasure.

“Gott ja, you feel so good, meine liebe.” Medic’s nails raked down your sides in one swift motion, making you cry out. He was being quite rough. You guessed he had been needing this just as much as you had, based on how desperate he was acting.

Medic usually started out slow, sometimes to let you adjust, but most often to tease you. He loved to hear you beg for him to go faster and harder. He loved to slow down the moment you were about to come, just to hear you whine. Most of all, he loved the sense of power that came with his ability to exercise such restraint, to prolong not only your pleasure but also his own.

There was none of that patience here. Medic’s movements were fervent and merciless. He really had missed you, missed the feeling of your flushed, hot skin beneath his hands and your needy moans as he rutted into you like an animal. The idea that he had witnesses, passersby who may glance up and see that he was the one making you feel this good, only made him more determined.

“I never would have taken you for the type to be so shameless, fraulein,” Medic said, bracing himself against the glass with one hand and leaning down to speak right next to your ear. “Then again, you’ll probably never have to face these people, these strangers wandering within a bustling city. I wonder if you would be so bold in front of people you’re more familiar with.”

“What do you mean?” You asked with a sharp exhale, your breath clouding on the glass in front of you. It blurred Medic’s reflection, and you weren’t able to read his expression.

“Tell me liebchen, how would you react to me taking you like this in front of the rest of my team?” He spoke with sinister glee, and it sent shivers through your entire body as you imagined what he was suggesting. “It would let them know you’re all mine. I would show them all that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

Medic quickened his pace, and you felt his arm wrap around your waist and travel downward. Before you could say a word, he began rubbing firm circles around your clit. Just like that, he stole away any coherent response you may have had.

“Medic! Oh fuck, I’m going to come if you keep that up.” You gasped the few intelligible words you could get out between moans. Medic watched you tremble against the window, delighted with the reactions he had managed to draw from you.

“Then go on, meine liebe. Let everyone see you writhing in pleasure, just for me.”

That last bit of coaxing was all you needed. You buckled under his touch, tumbling into a powerful climax. Medic let out a strangled moan behind you as he also gave in, thrusting unevenly a few more times before he finished along with you.

The adrenaline that came with the rush of your orgasm was the first thing to ebb away, and with it went your remaining strength. Your legs shook beneath you, threatening to finally give out. Just as you began to slump against the window and to the floor, Medic caught you, gathering up your trembling body in his arms. You were carried to the bed and placed down gently before Medic collapsed on top of the sheets beside you, his own strength having been drained as well.

You felt as if you could practically sink into the soft mattress, curled up and satisfied in this state of post orgasmic euphoria. With a sigh, you gathered your strength enough to roll over to where Medic was laying, breathing heavily. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall even out into a calmer pace. He recovered quicker than you. Your legs were still shaky, and you doubted you would be able to stand if you tried. That said, the idea of a bath sounded quite nice as well. Perhaps you could convince Medic to carry you again.

“Once we catch our breath, we should make use of that fancy bathtub to clean up a little,” you said, smiling as you thought about the soothing jets massaging your aching muscles as you relaxed in the warm, soapy water.

“Uhm, that might not be possible,” Medic said, eyes darting towards the bathroom nervously. You stared at him, confused and awaiting an explanation. When you were met with a few moments of stammering, realization hit you and you heaved an exasperated sigh.

“You used the jacuzzi tub to store exotic animal parts, didn’t you?”

Medic looked sheepish, yet simultaneously proud of his ingenuity. “They must be kept cold! You would be shocked at how fast organs can spoil if stored at the wrong temperature. I had been using the mini fridge, but it wasn't quite big enough for a whale liver.”

“A whale liver -” you stammered before stopping yourself, deciding not to let the absurdity of the situation interrupt your bliss. Hell, you weren’t even going to dare to ask what was being kept in the mini fridge. At least now you knew why the ice machine had been running when you first woke up. “You know what?” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “I’m just going to enjoy the afterglow, and try to ignore the inevitable fact that I’m going to have to help you haul that thing into our luggage tomorrow morning.”

Medic chuckled softly, pulling you into his embrace and agreeing that would be for the best. You settled into his arms with a content sigh, eyes drifting shut as you surrendered to the draw of sleep, not even worrying about how you and Medic were going to smuggle his little organ collection past the hotel checkout come sunrise.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #medic x reader #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #team fortress medic #team fortress two #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #cross posted on ao3

[lix-ables]

can i ask you about your thoughs on camera man hyunjin jerking while you work as a pornstar? idk just some thoughts

oh i got to this so late, im so sorry but this??? i might as well make a whole fic on this (now see i took a different turn to this okay just bare with me. also @hwajin @h0neyspaceplant hi, help) mdni, smut includes perv thoughts (both hyunjin and reader), mentions of choking, f rec.

the way i see it, he can't help himself, though he knows that he's supposed to keep it strictly professional. many a time, he would try really hard to control himself, telling himself to calm down, but the clothes you came out in, didn't really help at all. from those see-through lingeries that you wore to the scenes where your co-star took them off your body, their fingers exploring your body, to the way they kissed your tits - every single moment, he wished it was him being there with you.

and so he imagined it.

he imagined that it was him leaving those kisses all over your chest, he imagined it was him having your perky nipples in his mouth, and he imagined it was him between your legs, while your fingers combed through his hair and you let his name slip from your lips.

even though he knew, it was wrong. until one day, you looked at him during one of the scenes. your eyes focused on the way hyunjin's lips parted slowly as he held the camera close to him, shaking out of his thoughts when the director called out his name, asking him to be in position for the next scene. and so you continued to look at him - your lips parted, and on cue, so did hyunjin's. your fingers grip onto your co-star's shoulders, nails digging into their skin as they buried their face in the crook of your neck, while you stared at hyunjin, biting your lip in his direction, a smile forming right after when you heard him clear his throat before moving from his current position, just as you moved.

your eyes close and let yourself imagine things you couldn't let leave your mind - things that you wanted to do to hyunjin, things you wanted him to do to you, things like the way you'd whine when he would have his hand wrapped around your neck, while he rested between your legs, looking up at you, his teeth nibbling at your clit, things much more than that which made you moan so loud and brought you back to reality, where you saw hyunjin's face first, followed by the director's face, who called out "cut," and you never scrambled to the dressing room so quickly ever in your life, and then to the washroom nearby.

hiding in one of the stalls, your fingers never slipped into your shorts and rubbed your clit so quick, your other hand reaching to cover your mouth from any sounds leaving your soul - sounds you wished only hyunjin could hear. the last thing you wanted was for anyone to know that you got off right after a scene. letting your index and middle fingers stroke your cunt while your thumb rubbed slow, teasing circles to your clit, you muffled a moan, shutting your eyes close, and before you knew it, you were done, your fingers still buried inside, feeling the way your walls clenched tightly around them. you find your body shuddering, a smile forming on your lips at what you just did. you stare at the mirror as you wash your hands, seeing a slight blush form on your cheeks. ignoring it, you grab a couple of tissues and open the door, only to find hyunjin standing face-to-face in front of you.

and it seemed like he got out of the men's room at that moment as well.

#letters 💌 #anonymousse #skz thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #skz smut #— delulu moments ❁ ˎˊ˗ #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

[marveinator]

Afraid- Ellie Williams (4)

Afraid- Ellie Williams (Part 4)

part 3 -> masterlist

Summary: You decide to make the deal a real thing and go over to Ellie´s house...

A/N: I listened to girl in red while writing this. FINALLY STH IS HAPPENING! It´s short but the next chapter will be out tmrw or the day after tmrw, I´ll see how much time I will have to write. BYE!

Chapter warnings: flirting, fighting, idk... LMAO

I turned around and slowly opened my eyes. It was hot and I immediately decided to get rid of the sweater I was wearing. As I sat upright in my bed I noticed how my head began to hurt. I looked down at myself. A gray sweater. Definitely not mine, but the one from-.

"Fuck."

Ellie. I was wearing Ellie's sweater.

As if in one fell swoop, I remembered everything that had happened yesterday. Ellie. Me. Together. Kiss. Well, almost a kiss. But still. Just the thought that I had considered kissing her made me shiver. And then also that smoking had been my idea and I had thus caused everything, didn't make the whole situation any better.

On the contrary, I felt like shit. Sure, it had been nice with her, but where would a kiss have led? She would never talk about it again anyway and… how did I even know I liked girls in that way?

Ellie Williams POV I woke up with rays of sunshine on my face, which surprised me because it was usually really cold, it was winter after all. Slowly I moved from my bed and went to the window, I had forgotten to close the curtains. Today I had no patrol, which is why I actually wanted to sleep in. However, I could only sleep fragilely tonight.

I remembered only a part of what had happened yesterday, so I decided not to write any details in my diary. I opened the book that was placed on my bedside table, dug for a pen and began.

With a sigh I closed the book again. No chance that after last night things between me and her would ever be good again (they never really were, but still). A pickup line was not exactly the best way to settle a murder. Well, looking at it that way, could a murder even be settled at all? Probably not.

I shook my aching head and, to my disappointment, made myself take off her shirt.

Then I remembered something. We had a deal. A date, almost. Today, with me, a duel. Funny way to hang out, but it had been her idea after all, so the only question was whether she even remembered it and if yes, if she would come over...

your POV I had to go to Ellie. Well, I had suggested the "duel" after all. And besides, deep inside I wanted to go to her, too. I wanted to prove to her that I could fight (and I was sure I would do and say stuff that I would probably regret but fuck it, you only live once, right?).

When I stood in front of the big brown door in front of Ellie's house, I felt queasy. Was this really a good idea? Overthinking everything. Like I always did. Now I was already here and I would go through it.

Cautiously I knocked on the door. As if in one fell swoop, it was torn open and Ellie was standing in front of me.

"Oh. Hi," she said shyly. I smiled and returned a soft "Hey."

Cautiously, I stepped inside and Ellie moved aside to let me go through the entrance. "Uh- where do I put my shoes?", I asked and Ellie pointed to the floor under the coat rack where two jackets were hanging.

Carefully, I put my shoes down there and followed Ellie, who was on her way to the living room. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean-isn't it a little… I don´t know- childish?", Ellie asked.

I shook my head. "It was a deal, wasn't it? Besides, the idea that you think I'm weak bothers me quite a bit." Ellie's eyes widened and she had that grin on her face again, as if in an instant. "Oh, and why does that bother you so much?" She moved a little closer and stood in front of me. She was tall and I felt a little intimidated, but tried not to let it show.

"Are we going to start or not?", I interrupted her, "Any rules?" The girl in front of me thought for a while before replying, "Well, no one should die, but it won't come to that anyway. And maybe not break any bones?" I giggled and nodded, so Ellie was scared after all? "But- I won't go easy on you." Yeah right. She should probably be more afraid of ME. I mean I would already have a reason to want to kill her. But to my surprise I didn't want to do that at all right now, I just wanted to prove something to Ellie.

"Well, Els, let's get started then?"

Ellie Williams POV Els. She had given me a nickname… cute. Before I could answer anything, I felt my arm being twisted behind my back and suddenly my front was pressed firmly against the wall. "Woah, woah, slow there babe." The girl behind me just laughed and tried to trip me up. This time, however, I was faster and managed to turn around. With full force I let my leg slide under hers and so managed to make her fall down. Now she was lying on her back and I quickly crawled on top of her so that I was sitting on her in the area of her hip. I took both her arms with one hand and pressed them above her head so that she could not fight back. "That's unfair, I wanted to kick your ass all week," sighed the girl under me. "Well, this whole situation just shows that I'm stronger," I replied and had to grin.

your POV "Move your hands, Ellie." The brunette on top of me immediately let go of my arms and sat up a little straighter (still on top of me).

"Always on top huh?" The words left my mouth without me even thinking about it. Ellie's facial expression changed abruptly, almost as if she was in a state of shock. She didn't seem to know what to say now, so I said "Would you also get yourself off of me again sometime?" to distract from my previous question. Ellie got off of me and sat on the floor next to me. I sat upright as well, so I was back across from her. "I'm never going to stop talking about this" Ellie giggled. "What?", I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She leaned in closer and I felt that weird feeling in my stomach again. This couldn't be happening…. and this time I wasn't even high-

"I'm better than you at fighting," she whispered. I felt warmth shoot into my cheeks and I suddenly I forgot everything around me. There was just Ellie again. Only her.

"Really good for you Els, but I think there are a lot of things that I am better at than YOU…", I explained to her. She grinned again and leaned even closer to me, almost as if she was going to-

"Shut up for once, babe."

Ellie Williams POV It's Now or Never. I leaned in further and felt our lips touch. A comforting warmth shot through my body, one I hadn't felt in a long time. I carefully put my hand on her cheek and also noticed how she leaned in closer.

After a while we let go of each other and looked into each other's eyes. A smile formed, to my satisfaction, on her lips. "Yeah, Liam definitely wasn't a good kisser-" I had to laugh now as well, finally feeling complete again. That one kiss had healed so much that was broken inside of me. This girl could fix me, I just knew it.

"You should go now, babe, Maria and Tommy are probably wondering where you are…", I said as I brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She nodded in an understanding way and stood up.

Before she walked out the door she turned around and stared at me.

"Ellie," her soft voice said. "Yes?" She looked down at the floor and began to play nervously with her fingers. "Don't make me regret this." I sighed and nodded.

"I'll do my best."

#ellie williams angst #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #fireflies #fanfic #flirting #female #fanfiction #lesbian #the last of us spoilers #the last of us #lgbtq #the last of us 2 #last of us

[maseyfilms]

SILLY ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU — M.M19

summary. you know what they say, friends with benefits just work until someone falls in love, and unfortunately it already happened.

pairing. mason mount x fwb!fem!reader

w.count. 1.2k+

warning. angst, sad ending, some curse words, making out ? idk

a/n. i hate this, is short, but i might write a part 2 someday. not inspired in halley's comet by billie but i like the aesthetic idc

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your relationship with mason was kinda... awkward. you guys definitely weren't dating however it was not a one-time thing too, it was more like friends with benefits.

you met on your best friend's birthday, lauren, which turns out to be girlfriend of mason's best friend's, declan.

you relationship started friendly, some drinks with your common friends, birthday parties, until that day you met at a nightclub.

both of you so drunk it made you lose part of your memory, just coming back the next morning when you woke up totally naked in mason's bed.

and that was when your little thing started. whenever one of you needed sex, was just one call away, you both shagged.

the sex was just sex. no kisses. no hugs. no 'i love you's or 'your the best'. it was just like two strangers having sex and never seeing eachother anymore. the only difference was that beside the shagging, in other moments you guys seen eachother and act like normal friends.

and it's just like they say. friends with benefits just work until someone falls in love. and unfortunately it already happened.

god and you hated yourself so much right now.

being jealous was never something you used to feel, and being jealous of someone you weren't even dating was passing through the limits.

though it was painful to see mason talking with another girl in the club you and somefriends were hanging out.

the chatting between them was nothing but a friend talk but still, she was way more prettier and nice and...

you shook your head and close your eyes while drinking the last sip of the glass of whiskey you were holding. you shouldn't be thinking about this, you couldn't, even in pain you couldn't have this type of feeling with someone that's was never yours.

the alcohol was already going to your brain, which means it was home time.

saying goodbye to your friends you called a taxi on your phone and went straight outside. it was like 2AM or something, you were alone, drunk and kinda sad. perhaps you should stayed at home instead of going to the club.

outside was cold, dark and empty, except for the drunk people throwing up on the curb.

waiting for the cab and shivering from the cold wind, you felt a hand touching your shoulder, and instantly you turn your head back to find a really drunk mason with a lazy smirk resting on his face.

"heyy y/nnn! i didn't saw you inside! where you were, huh?" he spoke while he was trying to pull you towards him holding your waist. "you know, i called you last week but you never answered..." he pouted, then rested his forehead on your shoulder. you could smell the alcohol coming from this breath.

"i-... i was really tired that day, things weren't fine at work so, i slept earlier, sorry..." you lied. the things were good at work, although you were avoiding him, trying to figure out what was happening inside your mind, inside your heart.

with his voice muffled by your skin he whispered:

"i missed you, love"

and then you freeze.

he'd never had given you a pet name or something. and he called you 'love'. that feeling that was cutting you up inside was what he had decided to call you.

suddenly you thought you couldn't breathe. quickly breaking free of his grip and taking two steps back.

"are you okay?" he asked with a worried tone, oblivious to the weight of what he had just said.

"i'm..." you tried to say, but luckily your cab had arrived. you just ran and opened the door to get in, resting your head on the backrest and rubbing your eyes. you just had to clean your mind.

then two weeks passed, it was a saturday night and you were cuddled with your blankets and cushions when your phone started vibrating. reaching your hand to pick up the phone on the coffee table you saw the name you least wanted to see on that screen. mason was calling you.

you couldn't answer it, you wanted to but you shouldn't, so you just waited, hoping he'd just give up. but then it went to the voicemail:

"uhmm... hey y/nn. i know you don't... i feel you don't wanna talk to me, i don't know what i did but i'm sure you have your motives but..." he paused. you could hear his footsteps, going back and forth. "today's match went suck, i don't know if you watched it, probably not, though i... i miss you and, if you want to or... could you please come here? i'm in my flat... " he sighed and the voicemail ended.

that's how you ended up in his apartment door. sighing before knocking three times, instantly meeting mason's glossy and tired eyes. he was shirtless with only sweatpants and messy hair.

"hi." he said, moving away from the door for you to enter. you responded with a small 'hey' and entered the apartment.

"i'm sorry for the match today, i didn't watch it but by the way you said i could tell it was bad..." you confessed, shyly looking at your feet when he held the sides of your face and out of the blue kissed you.

it was a soft and sweet kiss but also needed. you both missed that so much, felling eachothers skin touching and kissing until you can't breathe anymore.

suddenly the kiss got deeper and hotter and both of you started to take of your clothes, what resulted in you two making out with in his lap, just in underwear and mason kissing all over your neck.

however, he reached your bra strap and sucked a small purple stain behind your ear. "i love you"

you freeze.

you could not be doing this, you brain was telling you to stop, that it would've been just like the other times, you both shagged then you go back to home and drown yourself in the shower, regretting what you have done. but your heart, your heart was telling you that he meant that, that he really loves you just like you love him.

still, this time you choose your brain, being hurt one more time because of that supid 'follow your heart' concept it wouldn't happen.

you stand up from his lap and started to reach out for you clothes, tears covering your cheeks while you looked down trying to hide them.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean that i-" mason spoke, confused, getting up from the couch and trying to reach for your hand but you pulled away. when you where completely clothed you looked at him.

"that's the problem mason... you don't mean it" you sobbed as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your sweater. "and the other problem is that, i do love you, and i mean it, i fucking hate myself for this but i mean it. i really, really, fancy you, but it's not reciprocate and that's oka-"

"that's not true, i.." he interrupts you reaching for holding your left cheek and wiping your tears with his thumb, however you hold his forearm and pushed it away.

"so tell me that you actually meant it..." you softly whispered while looking into his eyes. "tell me that you love me just like i love you".

silence.

"i...." he paused and sighed. "i can't"

hearing that, you stepped back towards the door and then a sad smile appears on your face.

"me too mase..." you added while tooking the door handle. "this" you spoke pointing to you and him with tearing eyes. "i can't"

then you leave. no goodbyes or call you later. this time you actually gone.

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount angst #fanfiction #angst fic #football fanfiction #football fanfic #football angst #mason mount masterlist #football masterlist #maseyfilms works

[oh-snapperss]

the ethubs hot tea/stargazing concept

So I’ve had this concept rolling around in my head for a long time, but I don’t plan on writing a fic for it, so I wanted to put some of the brainrot and ideas I had for it here instead! I have a very short drabble for part of this as well I’ll post and link in this post later after I’ve polished it.

First of all, this entire concept came from this song. I would highly recommend listening to the song just cause it’s so good and by one of my favorite artists, but you don’t have to listen to understand the post:) 

Concept: During Last Life, Etho and Bdubs never managed to say I love you to each other, mostly because they never could find the right time (read: they were both too cowardly to say it). It’s not said until months later on Hermitcraft when Bdubs and Etho are finally reunited for the first time since Last Life.

and below ensues the gayest shit I've ever written involving hot tea and some stargazing so enjoy!

some of the lyrics that really made me think about this:

hold you in my hands like hot tea Knowing I'm safe 'cause you want me (Ooh-ooh) sitting in a garden at your feet You and me only Holding on and on You're clawing at the corner of my heart, I Can't afford to lose you any longer (Ooh-ooh) holding you like hot tea You and me only Holding on and on

Etho spending his exile hyping himself up to finally say it

Going into exile partially because he feels like he couldn’t keep Bdubs safe in LL and wanting to prove to himself he can keep Bdubs safe (ex. the raids/defeating the dragon_

Bdubs waiting and waiting and waiting for Etho, knowing he’ll turn up at some point

Etho winding up in Bdubs’s basement... Bdubs finding him... flinging himself into Etho’s arms because it’s been months... Etho almost saying it and getting cold feet again... Bdubs turning to leave the basement

“I love you!” 

Bdubs turning back and it’s just. a moment of eye contact before Bdubs is kissing Etho finally and he mumbles “Love you too” back

something something they wind up outside idk i think this screenshot sums it up best

something something the silences during LL never felt right because there was always so much left unsaid but the silences they fall into that night feel comfortable

there’s a special trust you gain when you spend a night like that with someone and just saying everything like your dreams and hopes and thoughts instead of bottling it up 

they start out that night just talking about simple things like Bdubs’s builds and where Etho was but as the night deepens they talk about deeper things.. wind up holding hands...

as the night goes on Etho and Bdubs find themselves closer and closer and the vibes are just. It’s not cloud nine because cloud nine would describe the moments just when Bdubs first kissed Etho earlier that night but it’s comfortable and content and safe, and it’s a very warm and soft feeling they have

When the sun starts rising they stumble back into the tower.. make one last mug of tea... stumble up stairs there are so many stairs and for what...  and yeah they just crash into bed and they’re fucking out for most of the day

the lyrics of the song just scream ethubs in hermitcraft to me i meannnn just look at this:

Looking into your eyes (endlessly) Falling into your lap (desperately) Sitting at your feet Soaking in all your energy Oh, right now, I wanna be Held too close

and a bonus screenshot: 

and finally i just wanna throw out a personal headcanon i like, not just for hot tea but in general i like to think that etho and bdubs have matching tiny braids in their hair like. in the back on the right. you can barely see the braids but sometimes they can be spotted:)

if you read this far, thank you! my insanity knows no bounds and i WILL ramble about my ethubs headcanons nonstop

and a special thanks to @peskyybird @bananasofthorns​ and @exactlymypoint​ for letting me brainrot literally all of this in their dms. yall are real ones LMAOO

#ethubs #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #etho #bdubs #yeah what's up guys i finally posted my brainrot #me when ethubs #me when stargazing #ME WHEN HOT TEA #[explodes]

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 7 Snippet

I feel soooo bad for the delayed update 😭. I want the next chapter out as much as y’all do, but this chapter is hard bro 😭. I’ve literally rewritten it like 6 times and even still I’m not satisfied with it 😪. So, here is a little treat!! Will this be in the final cut?? Shoot, idk tbh 🤷🏾‍♀️. But alas, for your patience ✊🏾😔. Appreciate y’all real bad!!! 💕💕💕

“Are you just going to stand there?” He asks. It takes you out of your hyperfocused stare and you blink up at him, catching the way he grins. He must know what he’s doing.

You clear your throat and start taking off your heels before walking over to him. He remains standing stalk still, his breaths controlled as you slowly prowl over to him.

You watch the way his irises blow out, darkening in a way you haven’t seen in years, but know all too well. When you’re about a foot away, you abruptly turn and sit on the edge of his bed.

He takes a deep grounding breath, running a hand over his face as he lets out a tortured groan before falling onto the chair holding his jacket.

A silence falls over you, but it’s not awkward like it had been in the elevator. If anything, it’s heavy with the weight of your attraction you both have for each other. That attraction is somber though, with the pain you both carry as well. With him so near after so long, the pain in your chest feels ten times heavier. You aren’t sure if you’re going to burst into tears, or maul him–you’re sure either option would lead you to regret. So instead, you stare at your lap, where your hands knot almost painfully into each other. He’s not making matters worse. If anything, you’re getting more self conscious with the way you can feel his heavy gaze. You find it a bit exasperating.

“Can you stop that?”

“Stop what?” He asks in confusion. The way his voice has deepened doesn’t pass you.

“Staring,” you clarify, lifting your gaze up to him. Once your eyes lock, he turns away shyly.

“I can’t help it,” he reveals quietly. “I just… can’t believe you’re really here. That….” He pulls gently on his earlobe, face turning pink. “That you’re in my hotel room. I feel like I’ll blink and you’ll be gone.”

He sounds so sweet, so sincere, so…heartbroken. That constant push and pull you’ve been feeling towards him this past few days hit you simultaneously. Part of you wants to dismiss him and try to deflect, but another part–that’s a lot bigger than you’d be honest about–wants to fall into his arms. You’re reminded again of last night, of how close you were to giving into him completely. If it hadn’t been for Yerim….

No, no. You can’t go there right now, not with you alone with him in such small quarters.

Time to change the subject.

“Why did you invite me here?” You ask.

“I wanted to apologize,” he reveals.

“For what?”

“There’s a lot to apologize for, I’m sure,” he begins, sinking more into his chair and leaning his head back so that he can stare up at the ceiling. “But I think the biggest thing right now is for last night.”

“You remember?” You ask skeptically. He was really drunk and, well, a lot happened in a short amount of time. A lot that you both need to unpack to be able to do…whatever it is you’re trying to do. You aren’t really sure. Closure, definitely. But what after that? You guess you’d just cross that bridge when you got to it.

“Trust me, the boys refused to let me forget,” he grumbles. That brings out your first grin since the wedding. They really are Team You, and are incredibly insufferable with it. You can only imagine the things Sehun said to him. Damn, maybe you should apologize as well.

“I don’t remember everything,” he says. “But they let me know how I made a complete fool of myself. That I…that I kissed you?”

The tips of his yoda ears turn an endearing shade of red, letting you know that he does indeed feel embarrassed over what the others told him he did. You wonder if he knows what he said to you. How he was practically begging you to take him back.

“You did,” you confirm.

#exo scenarios #chanyeol scenario #entangled #tbh I don’t feel like tagging lmao idc #will tag ppl that I feel would be interested later cause I’m working rn #but enjoy!! again so so soooo sorry for taking forever #😭😭

[empty-pizza]

thoughts on nona the ninth chapters twenty-four and twenty-five

PALAMEDES FUCKING TOOK THE BODY

HOLY SHIT

HE DID IT

HE COMPLETED THE NERD TO JOCK TRANSITION

we might be able to find gideon's body soon. can't wait to find out that none of this works as we expected.

maybe if ianthe read more novels about plucky youths with the power of logic she would have beaten palamedes in the mental battle

so pyrrha suspected nona was dying. honestly i've really enjoyed the way that nona is just, a kind of being that engages with life differently. aware of her own mortality in a way most humans aren't, yet enjoying every moment she can and always curious about the next moment.

damn we really might be about to find the body. key to a door, last thing left of wake, and possibly nona.

lol the blood wards are so weak they could only even kill one of nona's hands

hey it's her

got that potentially selfcest kiss in

kinda anticlimactic

is what i said until i finished the chapter what the FUCK gideon is here what the FUCK bingus bongus zinkus zonkus idk where this is going now, so maybe Nona really is just Harrow's mind in a weird state, or maybe she's Something Else, who fucking knows

let's read the next one

this is

gideon with more confidence than usual, i think, maybe, i dunno, it's been a while. i guess she kinda wasn't allowed to be outgoing during most of book 1 but idk. it's still a weird level of confidence for the situation. or not. idk.

so john just

brought gideon back

and this entire time she's just been hanging around as the daughter of big g

this makes me kind of mad, because i think how gideon and john would react to each other is super interesting and i wish we got a book that showed us more of that

but she goes by kiriona gaia now

and she's dead

but like, what

this isn't right

this is not right

the real gideon would care way more about finding harrow again

but what if she does, and this situation is just so fucking weird and i'm missing the contxt

what happened to her

she calls nona a fake nonagesimus

i'm gonna be honest, i like nona more than i like gideon and harrow, so if i have to say goodbye or fuck you to either of the OGs, i'm willing to if it means staying on team nona

gideon would not be this mean to someone as innocent as nona!!! don't tell nona to shut up!

what's going on in the river right now

kiriona wants to go to the ninth?

As emotionally frustrating as this is, I think this is probably the most interesting way to answer the mystery of finding Gideon again. That we find her, but she's not who we wanted her to be anymore. And the question of who Nona is can be something more complicated than just, Gideon or Harrow. A simpler reveal would honestly just feel flat.

her motivation being just to kill the boredom could make sense, but like... she just doesn't feel right. Where's the Gideon that cared?

But did she really ever care about anything that wasn't hot girls, fighting, and Harrow?

Is this how she always looked from the outside?

I don't think so (she wouldn't have been so mean to Nona) but they're questions worth asking. And I believe Nona that Kiriona is lying.

Maybe it's not a real Gideon. Or is intentionally corrupted in some way by John. Maybe this is all part of a big plan to sabotage the attempt to get into the tomb. Give them who they think they need, but she'll betray them.

hmm. can't take her blood. could just be a general defensive measure. or could be a way to force BoE to need to take the woman with them personally.

Honestly though, if we were building to a "not the real gideon" twist, if it was purely a fake, then it would actually try to hide it. I think that, like it or not, this is who John made his daughter into. Dick move ngl.

Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life. It made her nearly afraid to die.

damn

man this was some shit

#pizza reads locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb #nona the ninth

[gloutena]

Cupid is so dumb! || R.Haitani

You and Ran challenge each other, whoever falls in love first is the looser. Both of you hate loosing so even though you aren't betting anything, it's gonna be hard to say you lost, so of course you say yes. doesn't hurt to take on a challenge, right?

Inspired by Cupid - Fifty fifty

Not gonna use pronouns but reader has breasts.

Warnings: Cursing, a little smut idk??

ART NOT BY ME CREDITS TO OWNER

This is only part one. Make sure to give request!

(Zaddy? Sorry, Zaddy?)

Your POV:

"Miss L/N! Uhm.. Boss wants to talk to you.". "Oh? I already did what i always do, what could be the problem now?" I smile at my assistant as we walk towards my boss, Yuko Horoshi's office. I researched that the name 'Yuko' stands for 'helpful child', he is helpful and he really depends on me so I can't let him nor my guard down. 

Once we get to the door I do my 'special' knock, *Knock, knock, knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock*. Yes, it's the peppa pig intro. "Come in.", I open the door and walk toward my boss. "Hey Yuko, heard you called me- Oh? What's with the special guests?", "That's what i called you for, Bonten. The biggest gang organization".

 I turn to the gang,  i have to admit, they are handsome. "Why hello there, my names Ran, Ran Haitani", the man with short lavender and black hair grabs my hand and kisses it while smirking at me. "Stop being a fucking creep you weirdo". Another man with pink bubblegum hair gives Ran a disgusted look at the man.

"Oh i don't mind", it was quite lovely.". I bend down where my mouth is near Ran's ear, "In fact, it was so lovely i would like to do something more than that." I stand back up and walk behind Yuko's chair holding onto the back of it.

"You're teasing me? How naughty, sorry though". I'm caught by surprise when he says that, "It's gonna take more than that to get me hard.". "That's enough unnecessary talk, i'm Y/N L/N . But please, call me Y/N", I give them all a closed eyed smile and we continue the meeting.

After the meeting I lead Bonten out of the  building giving them the best service i can. Manjiro orders Sanzu to call their men to pick them up, they walk out after 5 minutes but one decides not to leave just yet.

"Hey, you thought I forgot?". I turn around to see who's the owner of that voice when i'm suddenly pushing and pinned to the wall, I look up to the slender figure to see Ran Haitani. "You've been a naughty girl and haven't been punished".

Ran puts his leg in between my thighs right where my cunt is as he moves his right hand down to my waist, he puts his leg down and moves his hand to my thighs and pulls it up to his waist. "W-wait Haitani, you're supposed to be leaving." "Oh? You fell for me, what a shame. I wanted this little game to last longer".

 The lavender haired man puts his mouth to my ear and repeats my words i said earlier. "Remember, it was quite lovely. You said you wanted to do something more, yeah?", I smirk on how he remembered that and decide to play along with his little game. I flip myself causing Ran to be the victim on the wall.

I grab him by his tie and kiss his neck to make things more interesting and entertaining. "Oh, have the tables turned?", I look up at the Haitani and he's blushing with a smug face on. He flips us again so now i'm back at the wall, he lifts my chin up and kisses me on my lips spreading them apart so his tongue can touch mine. He breaks the kiss and turns to walk away.

Before he does he looks at me and says his final words before disappearing. "you just got rizzed".

(HE'S SUCH A CUTIE PIE I CAN'T)

I'M SORRY IF THIS STORY IS ABSOLUTELY TRASH IT'S MY FIRST STORY

YOU GUYS PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M DOING SOMETHING  WRONG TY FOR READING THOUGH!!

I WILL POST MORE PARTS TO THIS STORY!! FOR NOW BYE BYE <3

(WC: 663 Including this)

#ran haitani #ran x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten #Gloutena #Uzxsy_

[zerozeroren]

OC Asks for Sophie Part 1 -

🌪🌟🌠☄️❤💚🎀🎵✂️🎭

#i know you said 10 #but you didn't say I couldn't ask twice #im sorry #i really tried #but i couldn't help myself #i just love Sophie as a character so much #please don't hate me

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

She started off as a repurposed Princess Tutu OC (back when we've started writing Attitudes the entire premise was simply "what if all our favourite ocs from different fandoms attended a dance class together", so we dumped our 4 ocs into a modern au as they were). I completely overhauled her for Attitudes: made her older, curly, more down to Earth, and made her a total basket case with a lot of issues to work through. Gave her an arc, finally. Basically rebuilt her from ground up. All that's left of her past self is "funny"(i exaggerated that) and "short" (made her even smaller).

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

She grew up in a small town far away from big cities, and the night skies were filled with stars to gaze at. Especially when her and her family would go camping to the lakeside. She fondly remembers the nights where she would stargaze with her two brothers lying on the shore wrapped in a sleeping bag. But now she lives in a bigger city, and the light pollution obscures all the stars. Sometimes, when she looks up at night and sees nothing, she misses the camping with her brothers. (But not too much: her current life makes her happy all the time, not only for a few short weeks in the summer)

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

Never vagabond again

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Oh that one's difficult. She tends to split people up into two camps: the "lol she funny" camp and "god she's annoying" camp. Generally people assume she's stupider than she really is.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Giving: touch

Recieving: acts of service

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Most definitely hugs (hot showers when hugs are unavailable)

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

Idk i had my Turgenev AU, but it quickly became it's own thing, and Sonya who was once Sophie now stands alone as her own distinct character XD

generally i think I can fit Sophie anywhere I want if i so choose, just nothing comes to mind immediately.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

Oh baby... She's a singer, and a musical theatre performer (and nerd), her playlists are too many to even count, ditto her favourite artists.

As for me... Here's a cover for my Sophie playlist XD idk how to choose a single song for association, i need at least 200

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

After all she's been through, Sophie became cautious and picky when it comes to her immediate surroundings. So she only let herself get attached to trustworthy people who proved themselves in action towards her. And for these people? Sophie's ride or die. It would take something absolutely extreme for her to cut ties with any of them. And at that, she won't let go easily, she'll be heartbroken over loosing a dear person for a very long time.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Well... Sophie tends to adapt to different groups of people, trying to fit in. Sometimes even creates a persona catered to one group specifically XD Generally speaking, she's more "normal" around strangers, less eccentric (unless she's nervous: when she's under a lot of stress, she starts overcompensating for it with humour, which often looks forsed, weird and clown-esque). But when she is around people close to her she lets loose and becomes way more opinionated, affectionate, silly and most of all playful. She likes to play.

#my art stuff #attitudes #sophie brannt #sophie #oh nooooo somebody likes my oc enough to have a lot of question about them! not that! my only weakness! validation! /s #thanks for sending asks sweetie I really appreciate it:D #I'll do the second one later

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All Time Favorite Mangas Part 2 (completed only)

That’s right, I remembered I had a tumblr. We will now commence part two of my all time favorite mangas, and of course, like I said before, these are only the manga that are completed.

6. Gokusen

If I had to pick something that was truly truly my all time favorite manga, it’d probably have to be Gokusen. It’s labelled as a josei, and I don’t know anyone who’s read it, despite its decent success. Gokusen also has an anime adaption as well as a live action adaption and I have not seen either, nor do I plan to lmaooo.

Basically Gokusen is about this woman who becomes a teacher at a really rebellious all boys school, while also trying to hide the fact that she is the daughter and heir to a prominent yakuza family. I would say the main focus of the manga is fighting and comedy. The manga is super funny with a ton of jokes and gags, and I’ve actually reread Gokusen multiple times.

And yes, I will address probably the biggest issue of this manga which is the age gap and difference in power between the female lead and her main love interest. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS I do appreciate how the manga tried to offset the issues by making the FL a ditzy idiot and the ML really mature, but that didn’t change the fact that she’s his teacher .... IDK They also technically don’t kiss until like this special epilogue chapter thingy a whole year after the manga ended. So yeah tbh idk how to feel about it. The manga itself suprisingly didn’t have too much of a focus on “romance” per se because the ML only confesses his feelings at the VERY end, like this within the last like twenty pages of the entire manga. And the FL sorta-ish kinda doesn’t reciprocate??? SORTA IDK. Basically she’s kinda just like flustered and shooketh by it and they almost kiss but get interrupted. So yeah Imma forgive this relationship on the ground that it doesn’t start at all until the ML is graduated, a legal adult, and she is no longer his teacher.

DESPITE ALL THAT, like I said, this is genuinely my favorite manga that I’ve reread time and time again. It’s not very long either, like under 100 chapters so technically if you’re a fast reader like me, it can be read in a single day. For context, I read the entirety of Naruto in about a week lol. If you like comedy, and yazuka manga then I highly recommend.

7. Hirunaka no Ryuusei aka Daytime Shooting Star aka one of the best completed shoujo mangas out there

OKAY OKAY, this one’s a pretty mainstream favorite for those in the shoujo manga audience, BUT THERES A REASON FOR IT MMKAY. AND I HAVE A REASON FOR IT TOO. This manga holds a deep and special place in my heart for multiple reasons. AND BECAUSE I NEEDA GO IN DETAIL, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

Okay FIRST. THE STORY. OMG, okay I think what sets this manga apart is how mature and realistic feeling the story feels. The characters are all really relatable and feel ya know, REAL. And IDK the vibes of this manga are just not really able to be replicated. Cuz the mangaka’s work after this one, Tsubaki-chou Lonely Planet ... SUCKED. And I’m saying this as a big fan of that mangaka (I’ve read all their short stories as well).

But on a more personal note, back when I was in high school, I had a boyfriend who was 19 while I was 16. He was half Japanese and I swore he looked like Shishio-sensei (those were rose tinted glasses, he was probably way uglier tbh, plus he was a total asshole). Reading this manga made me feel justified in the relationship, since the main character Suzume also had a weird situationship with an older guy. OH BOY I WISH YOUNGER ME HAD SOME MORE SENSE BUT THAT’S TOO LATE NOW ISN’T IT. And if you know how this manga ends, you already know she doesn’t even end up with her teacher, god bless. Back when I was younger and in that toxic relationship, I always wondered why did Suzume pick Mamura. I never understood it, because the teacher always felt like the main character. But when my relationship ended and I stayed single for a bit, it made me realize that was kinda the point of the manga. Suzume’s feelings for her teacher were supposed to be one-sided/unrequited sorta-ish. Because a relationship between a student and a teacher is obviously a big NO-NO. So of course, she ends up with Mamura, the guy friend who was nice and always there for her in a platonic way, and then eventually of course in a romantic way. The mangaka's short stories were also like that too where the main character moves on from an unrequited/inappropriate love to someone who is more age appropriate. And this is why the author’s OTHER manga fails BTW, because that whole message is THROWN AWAY and the FL ends up with a dude who’s double her age deadass in such a weird and unrealistic situation tbh. Yeah ... idk why they decided to completely switch up and fumble the bag like that. But ANYWAY, I have a lot of love and respect for this manga because it helped me really reanalyze and think about my own love life and relationships.

Also Mamura is such a sweetie pie. I’m such a sucker for his character type now that I’m older. Obviously I used to be wayyyy more into Shishio-sensei’s type but I’ve matured and can see why Mamura was for the win bwahaha.

8. Ouroboros

If you’re like one of the 10 people reading my tumblr, then you may or may not have expected this to be something I love. I’mma start keeping things short cuz TBH, I started this post like MONTHS ago, and it’s taken me this long to write soooo here we go.

Basically Ouroboros is about two orphans who have a beloved carer/teacher. When they’re young she gets murdered and it all gets like covered up and shit so they vow revenge on the person who murdered here and all the cops that covered it up. In present day, Ikuo is a detective and Tatsuya is a yakuza member. They work together behind the scenes to uncover the truth and get their revenge.

Ouroboros is one of my favorite completed manga in the seinen genre because it has kinda everything I like about the genre. It’s dark, it���s gritty, it doesn’t hold back its punches. The main female character and sorta love interest is actual INTERESTING and her life doesn’t evolve around the main guy. She has her own story and her own shit going on too.

The main two characters are also very interesting in their motivations and personalities because they are two very different people but share a common bond and goal in life. I really liked their relationship and how the interacted and worked together.

TBH the art style is kinda more on the ugly side, but it’s definitely tolerable and there are some scenes that looked pretty good.

SPECIAL MENTION

Tokyo Ghoul AND Tokyo Ghoul Re (until the very end oof)

My opinion for this is NOT a hot take, cuz multiple people seem to have this similar sentiment.  Since Tokyo Ghoul:re is a direct sequel I’m counting them as together mmkay. I loved Tokyo Ghoul and I loved Tokyo Ghoul:re. They were so good, all the characters, the worldbuilding, the lore, the abilities, etc. Ghouls were such an interesting and cool take on the like vampire/demon-esque category and no other manga I’ve seen has any sorta similar creature to ghouls. At least, not to this level of depth and development. I also absolutely adored the art style and thought it was soooo good. I also love Kaneki Ken and I’ve seen the anime (not the :re anime I heard that shit was kinda wack). BUT if you asked me what the FUCK happened in like the last 15/10 chapters of Tokyo Ghoul:re, I could not tell you to save my life.

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS I gotta be honest, I genuinely don’t think I can properly recall wtf happened after that one ghoul/investigator guy died. Everything after that was a blur to me. I remember Touka getting pregnant, and Kaneki turning into some giant ugly ass tumor thing and THAT’S ABOUT IT.

I thought the set up for the sequel was SOOO good. The introduction of ghoul investigators, having Kaneki have this dual/forgotten personality. I thought Kaneki as Haise was really cute and sweet. So it just sucks that the moment that Haise is gone, you lose your “likable” protagonist. And now you just have this guy that’s all evil and dead inside. Like I know this is a common theme in stories, and in shounen manga, of living long enough to turn into the villain, but idk I feel like it didn’t work for Tokyo Ghoul, especially the weird tumor monster ending was so random feeling and wtf, and just URGH.

Such a good manga ruined by the ending and inability to close out and tie the story up. I feel like Kaneki’s story coulda ended in such a better way. Cuz this isn’t even dramatically sad or emotional in a good way that pulls your heart strings. I remember reading the last chapters and truly going like “girl what the fuck is going on.”

Blade of the Immortal

I liked it. Pretty good. Just ... another issue of women being written off really weirdly, pushed to the side kinda issue. Not too bad but definitely noticeable where the main female character, despite how LONG this story is, never truly has any real character growth and awkwardly always remains needed to be saved and weak. Still good story and would recommend it for people looking for a kinda classic old-time samurai story.

#manga #manga review #gokusen #daytime shooting star #hirunaka no ryuusei #ouroboros #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #blade of the immortal