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adams-angels · 3 months

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Plssssass pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls do a adam x reader smut where adam is in heat or anything plssssssss

I had WAAAAY too much fun writing this one 🤭 I was originally gonna do another angel s/o but where's the fun in that? I spiced this up with a sinner s/o

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

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Smut below the cut! Minors dni

Extermination day. Once again. Yaaay! You hid in your apartment and waited. You knew he was coming. He was always coming.

You don't know why, but a couple years ago you were spared by Adam. Ever since then he always comes to check on you. Makes sure you're still alive. He says it's because it's funny watching you get pissed off at every little thing. Every little thing being his annoying ass.

You hear the knock at the door. It's the secret knock Adam made up so you'd know it was him. But this knock was rushed. Desperate almost. It sent a cold chill down your spine. It's not that you like Adam. You just don't want anything to happen to him and would be sad if he stops visiting but you don't LIKE him.

You quickly rush to the door, checking the peephole and there he was. Looking different? You unlocked the many bolts on your apartment door and let him in. He pushed himself past you, "what's up sinner tits?" Dumb name. You shut your door and lock it back up. "Hello, Adam." You look over at him and he looks restless. "You okay?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, whatever." He scratched his arm like he was a drug addict. Itching for his next hit.

Your mind raced. What if the exorcists know he's been visiting me? What if he has to kill me? What if- you're snapped out of your thoughts. "Stop overthinking. You do that too much." He groaned. "Okay?" You walk over to him, his body tenses. "Why are you acting weird?" His eyes widen, he takes a couple steps back. "M-me? Weird?! Ha! That's- that's fucking rich coming from you!"

Okay, something up. That stutter screamed something was up. You put your hands on your waist stepping closer to him, causing him to step back. You ended up cornering him once he was stopped by the wall. "what the hell is up with you, Adam. Tell me, right now!"

"I need you." He whined. You don't know if it was the fact he had no where else to go, or you were being quite demanding but you weren't expecting him to whine like that. But God, did it make you feel powerful. This devine being, whining like a whore. "Excuse me?"

"fuck, I need you, y/n. Please?" He pleaded. "Jesus, it's like you're a fucking heat." You joked but his whimper told you everything. "Noooo, fucking way. Do you- are you in heat?" You laugh at him. "Don't fucking laugh!" He grabs your wrist and spins you around, pinning you to the wall.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

"I need to fuck you. I don't want to. But I need to. I can't stop thinking about you. No one else is working, so please." He begged, never in your afterlife did you think you'd see Adam begging for you. But here you are. In your apartment, Adam pleading with you. "I'll do it." He lit up. "On one condition." He groaned his forehead resting on yours. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, babe."

You look him in his LED eyes, "mask off." He hesitated, removing his head from yours to get a full look at your expression. "What? Why?" He asked, his tone would tell you he was annoyed by the request but inside he was scared. What if you changed your mind once you saw his actual face. "Because I like to look at the person who's going to fuck me." He whines, he's desperate right now, he needs you. He reaches for his mask, hesitates before taking it off.

He looked gorgeous, stunning, and surprisingly embarrassed. "You so-" he couldn't wait any longer, his lips crashed into yours, his tongue explored your mouth. There was no negotiation on who was dominating the situation.

His hands caressed your body starting at your neck tracing down to your waist before getting to your legs, he lifts you up with ease. Sloppily kissing you, as he takes you to the nearest surface, your side table. Sitting you on top of it, knocking off a couple of books, a small plant and a picture frame among other things.

He releases your lips to move on to your jawline then neck, covering you in marks. His marks. You can't help but moan at the sensation. His hands head straight to your pants, gaining access to your intimate area. Once your pants are off he whips off his robe and lifts you up from the side table. Lining up with your entrance. His eyes full of lust for you. He watched your face as he slid you onto his cock. It was perfect, dickmaster is right. It was like he cock was made to fit you. He didn't give much time for you to enjoy the fit before he started thrusting into you.

His arms wrapped around your back holding you close to his body. His teeth sinked into your neck, he moaned into your skin. Your hands found their way to the back and top of his head, tugging at his brown locks. His wings burst out, twitching and trembling as he buries his cock deep inside you. Filling you fully with his member, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. "Fuck.. so good y/n" he mumbles into your neck. "So tight.."

His hips stuttered, he released your neck and went back to your lips, feeling you moan into his mouth sent him over the edge as he finished inside of you. His wings fell to the floor and you both crashed into the sideboard, Adam leaning on you for support. "Fuck.. bitch, who knew you'd feel so good." "Who knew you liked dirty sinners." You panted. "Don't spoil it."

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doki-doki-imagines · 2 months

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PLS PLS CAN YOU DO THAT CHAT THING WITH KAISER, NESS, SAE AND NAGI WHERE READER TEXTS THEM SAYING “your face is so pretty I just wanna sit on it” AND THEIR REACTIONS😍😍

author note: Idk how to use fake sms app so I went for an ol' classic gif reaction.

Michael Kaiser:

-What is he looking at? At his reflex on the mirror obviously. -A laughter starts to blossom from his chest, already pushed out like a proud rooster. -He slicks his hair back, blue eyes shining with joy. Michael licks his teeth, perfect as he is. Damn, anybody would like to sit on his face; he is so fucking handsome. -He picks his phone up ready to message you something along the lines of "C'mere. I'll give you the ride of your life." Michael smirks, proud of coming up with such a hot line(it isn't). -But the message you sent got deleted. -His eyes bulge out almost cartoon style. Did he dream about it? Was the message from someone else? Michael checks the other chats, but nobody messaged him. -He doesn't want to message you about that, he isn't desperate! But a voice in the back of Michael's mind screams at him. -"?" He sends back. "Did you need something?" "No, Michael. Thanks for worrying." You reply immediately. -His heart picks a worryingly fast beat. You replied way too fast. A lightbulb turn on in his head, but the idea he comes up with is pretty risky. Michael feels blood running to his ears when he finally presses send. -"If you are free wanna come over? I need help choosing the new bed covers."

Alexis Ness:

-He is mind-numbing happy. After all, it is a pretty nice compliment to read from his crush. -If Alexis had a tail it would be wagging left and right now. A dumb smile is plastered on his face while he keeps looking at his phone. -"What are you looking at, Ness?" It's Michael's voice calling him back to work, mildly annoyed that the other boy's attention wasn't fully on him. "Oh- It's nothing, Kaiser! Let's go back to training." Alexis hides his cell phone under the last layer of his gym bag. Michael doesn't dig further for once. -When Alexis opens his phone back the sun already left his place for the moon. He obviously forgot about your message 'till he reads the new ones. "Have I crossed any boundary, Alexis? I'm sorry if it happened." "Please I don't want our friendship to be ruined by this." His heart sunk to his ass and climbed back into his throat in a matter of seconds. -Alexis calls you, clearly worried. You pick up fast for Alexis' heart health. "I'm so sorry I didn't reply sooner! I had practice and I had to go then-" he keeps blabbering "I'll do anything for your forgiveness." "…Anything Alexis?" "Yes." "I wasn't joking when I sent you that message…my or your place?" "Yours. It will be my pleasure." He says, voice finally calm. -He wasn't joking.

Sae Itoshi:

-"I must have forgotten the part where I asked your opinion." -HE IS RUDE. -Sae knows it is a joke. A stupid one to try to tease him. He may not be the brightest mind, but he understands what you are trying to do. -He goes back to training like nothing happened. Then he showers and all of sudden Sae has the urge to add another line to the previous message he sent. -Meanwhile, you replied with a ton of sad emojis and other dumb blabbering Sae's mind doesn't even register. -"Anyway I prefer to eat it from the back." Sae smiles thinking he has just sent the king of the comebacks, an earth-shattering line. Soon he gets a reply, that makes his smile drop. "I must have forgotten the part where I asked about your opinion." -Maybe you are really made for each other.

Seishiro Nagi:

-What a nice message to receive. Not. -You are hundreds of kilometres of distance what is supposed to happen? Honestly thinking is tiring him out. -Seishiri sends you the thumb-up emoji and throws his phone somewhere on his bed, pc already turned on to play the newest game. -But now a worm dug a hole in his head, making Seishiro thinks about the message and not at his ranking flopping; such a noob behavior. -He thinks about your soft thighs pressing his ears, your warmth enveloping his face… -Seishiro facepalms, fingers messaging his temples before brushing away some of his snow white hair strands away from his forehead. -He doesn't even notice he already dialed your number. -"Talk dirty." "What? Muddy pants? Sweaty shirts?" "Don't play dumb. It's all your fault if I can't concentrate now. And don't let me explain, it's bothersome." You chuckle at the other end. He can feel the mirth in your voice. "Sorry angel. You'll have to work if you want the prize." -He groans in annoyance, head thrown back. -It seems like Seishiro will have to break his "5 days doing nothing useful" streak.

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lilacqiqis · 3 months

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"Darling"

naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai

Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush

A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac

TW: none, GN!reader

more under the cut

🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said

🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"

🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.

🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.

🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.

🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.

🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.

🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!

🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?

🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!

🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.

🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.

🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"

🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!

🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3

🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.

🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.

🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.

🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.

🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.

🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...

🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect

🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!

🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)

🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!

🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...

🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best

🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.

🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.

#mod.lilac.writes #naruto x reader #kakashi x reader #obito x reader #hinata x reader #hinata hyuga x reader #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #sasuke x reader #sai x reader #naruto headcanons

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thursdaygxrls · 9 months

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thin ice — one

part one | part two | part three

summary — she didn’t handle the sports section of the campus newspaper, but apparently, she did this week. interviewing hockey players was easy, though—unless one of those players happened to be peter parker.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimers — i don’t own peter parker. and pls don't come for me with the accuracy of this situation i'm begging

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, sewer slide jokes (very briefly), possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

“You’re joking. You’re pulling the biggest prank I’ve ever seen, you are the impractical joker,” she huffs out, her eyes wide as furiously clicks her mouse, “I’m gonna die. I’m writing the note tonight—farewell, my lovely!”

“Woah, okay,” MJ, her roommate, had only just entered the room when she was bombarded with a sudden rant. She didn’t even have time to take down her ponytail of thin, red braids before her eardrums were assaulted.

“I mean it.” Spinning her chair, she meets MJ’s eyes.

“I literally just got here,” MJ plops down on the bed in front of the desk, “Care to tell me why you’re writing that note?”

“I’m a dumb, dumb girl, that’s why,” she groans in response.

“We already knew that.” MJ’s words only cause the girl in front of her to shoot daggers with her gaze; “Sorry, sorry. Why are you a dumb, dumb girl?”

“God, okay, so,” she lets out a loud sigh, “Eli is gonna be gone for the rest of the month—Europe or something, good for him. Anyways, they needed someone to cover his assignments for him until he gets back, and I volunteered, but, like, only to be nice, y’know? I did it as an obligation. But…”

“But?” MJ pressed.

“I just got an email, and it’s me,” she grumbled, “They’re putting me on Eli’s assignments.”

“Hm, I see,” MJ’s lips curl into a frown as she gently rubs the girl’s arm, “Too much work?”

“Oh, no, my stuff’s easy,” she waved her off, “Just reading the poetry submissions. I mean, it can be exhausting, but it’s not too bad.”

“Then what is it?” MJ cocks her head.

“Eli…Eli does sports,” she shuddered. MJ couldn’t contain the loud laugh that slipped out, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle it.

“You’re worried about sports?” She giggles, her eyes twinkling.

“It’s not funny!” She smacks MJ lightly, “Sports aren’t unbearable or anything, but, like, why me? I don’t know enough! I’ll screw it up, I’ll lose my spot, they’ll stick me back in—”

“Relax,” MJ grabs her shoulders, bringing her closer, “First off, no, you won’t lose your spot, we both know they’d be losing their minds without you. Second, they wouldn’t just throw it on you if they thought you’d give them bad work, right?” She eyes MJ almost suspiciously. There’s a momentary stare-down before she relents.

“I hate that you’re right,” she sighs, spinning her chair around. MJ stops the spin by putting her hands down on the arms of the chair.

“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” she giggles, “So, what do you have to do?”

“I don’t know.” Is the mumbled reply.

“You didn’t even look?” MJ laughs again, “You were losing your mind, and you didn’t even know what you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry that I’m sensitive,” she huffs. Her gaze moves back to the laptop before her. The email is open on the screen, so she begins scrolling through it, MJ reading the words over her shoulder. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she gets to the end.

“Fuck this,” she almost slams her laptop shut, but is stopped short by MJ.

“Slow down!” The redhead slaps her hand out of the way to read the rest of the email.

The ESU hockey team had made it to the NCAA Division I Men's Ice Hockey tournament for the first time in six years—and they were doing damn good. Eli had been tasked with interviewing the team captain as well as a few other star players, but, of course, it was no longer Eli's job.

"Oh, come on,” MJ rolled her eyes, “They gave you a Google Doc with questions, all you have to do is ask them and write down their response."

“That's the problem, I have to ask,” she shivered.

"You've done interviews before!" MJ was ready to smack her.

"With professors! And cool artsy people! Not hockey guys," she cringed, “I bet half of them are in a frat. They're probably gonna be assholes and tell me I have cooties."

“Are you twelve?” MJ groaned, “You sort of lucked out with this—half the work is already done for you! You don’t need to write up any questions!” A sigh left her lips as she took on a more comforting tone: “If it makes you feel any better, Harry is on the team.”

Ah, Harry. MJ had been seeing him for a little over a month by now. He wasn’t a bad guy at all. A little full of himself, but nice enough to talk to. Her eyes roved over the list of players she was set to interview. Sure enough, Harry Osborn was there. So was Miles Morales, who was described as an extremely promising freshman. Zack Coleson, who had the highest number of goals for the season. Last on the list was the team captain: Peter Parker.

“I can talk to Harry,” MJ offered, “I can let him know that it’s you doing the interviews. I’ll make sure he tells them to go easy on you—”

“No, no,” she shook her head, “That might make it worse. And they already know that it’s not Eli coming. Or they should, at least”

“You sure?” MJ quirked a brow, her features crinkling in a way that was only intelligible as concern.

“They’ll be walking on eggshells around me if they know I’m chickenshit, I won’t get a good interview,” she sighed. Even if the interview wasn’t what she wanted to do, she was going to have to. And she would do a good job—a great job.

“You got this, Kitty,” MJ squeezed her shoulders. The nickname pulled a smile from her, and she gave into MJ’s touch.

“We’ll see about that,” she relented. Her eyes traveled back to the computer screen. The interviews were scheduled two days from now at the Stark Memorial Rink.

“Hey, MJ,” she hummed, “Could you grab me my noose?”

The rink was colder than she expected. The empty stands provided no body heat, not to mention there was a literal sheet of ice on the floor. Tugging at the strap of her messenger bag, she took slow, careful steps to the plexiglass.

Clink.

Her eyes widened. There were around ten to fifteen guys in full gear out on the ice, and another ten to fifteen more on a bench near the glass or flitting around the edge of the rink. She was nervous, so she got there early. Now, she was stuck watching them practice.

Leaving was so tempting. She could go back to her dorm, or better yet, leave college entirely. She could just give up and fall off the grid, cut her credit cards, throw her phone in the ocean, sail off to Greece—

“Hello?”

She cursed the muffled voice that pulled her back into reality. Blinking, she found that standing before her was one of the very hockey players she’d seen skating on the rink before her. He was tall, and gear under his black and purple jersey made him appear far more bulkier than she theorized he was. He slipped his helmet off to reveal brown, curly hair that was drenched in sweat.

“Hi,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as he would. He cocked his head at her as he popped out his mouth guard.

“This is a closed practice,” he said, though, he didn’t sound all too upset that she was here.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” she nodded quickly, her fingers toying with the strap of her bag again, “I’m a bit early, I’m supposed to be interviewing some people on the team. I’m—”

“Kitty?” She was interrupted by the sound of a voice as well as skates scraping across the ice. Glancing past the guy in front of her, she saw Harry slide off the ice and clomp to benches where they currently were.

“Hey, Harry.” Her lips were screwed up in a tight grin. He’d heard MJ call her Kitty once, and now it was the only thing he’d refer to her as.

“Kitty?” Mystery guy repeated the name with a hint of intrigue.

“It’s not my real name, my friends just call me that,” she shook her head.

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asked, swinging an arm around the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

“I’m Eli’s replacement,” she explained, trying to plaster a friendly smile to her lips, “I’m doing the interviews.”

“Aw, shit, why didn’t MJ tell me we got the cool Kitty-cat on the case?” Harry grinned.

“Could you try to never say those words again? Really hated it, thanks,” her nose crinkled.

“You got it.” He tried to point finger guns at her, but with the thick gloves on, it just looked like he was pointing his whole hand.

“Hey,” he started up again, “You’re a little early, so practice isn’t over yet, but we’re almost done. It’s just the four of us, right?”

“Right,” she nodded in response. It was a relief that they’d been briefed on the situation.

“Alright, well, I’m Harry, obviously, Miles and Zack are on the ice somewhere, and this right here—” Harry jostled the shoulders of the Mystery guy, “—is Peter. Oh captain, my captain!”

Peter chuckled as Harry clapped him on the back. The noise that emanated from the friendly hit was harsh, but Peter didn’t move a muscle.

“Right,” she nodded, “So, I figured we could do them individually? There’s some sort of specific questions for each of you.”

“Sounds good, Kitty,” Harry replied. She’d smack him if he said that name again.

“Sit tight for a bit,” Peter spoke up. Even with the stubble on his chin, his smile gave him a boyish appearance. He looked her up and down quickly, “We can try to wrap up practice early.”

'A bit' ended up feeling like forever. At first, she tried to distract herself with her phone, but it didn't work: she would open apps, scroll through them, then close them just to reopen them over and over again. So she organized her bag, which took about five minutes. Time seemed to tic by in a tauntingly slow manner. It was only when she saw a few of the players emerge from the locker room did she let out a breath of relief. She immediately sucked that breath back when she realized that she would actually have to talk to some of them.

Harry went first. It was easy enough to go through the questions with him. It was like talking to an over-eager relative at a family reunion, one who was just dying to talk about all the new things they're doing. Miles wasn't all that bad to interview, either. He was a lot more nervous than she was. His awkward pauses and constant strings of 'um' and 'uh' was almost comforting. Then came Peter.

"Kitty," he grinned as soon as he saw her seated on the bench next to the rink. He no longer wore his gear—just a hoodie and a pair of gray sweats. His hair, however, was still wet and tousled. She gave him a tight lipped smile in return.

"That's not my name," she replied. Before she had time to properly introduce herself, his raspy chuckle was already echoing through the open arena.

"You said that's what your friends call you, right?" He cocked his head as he sat down on the other edge of the bench.

"You're not—” If she could just make it through the interview without fuss, she'd be one person away from being free, "—right. That's what my friends call me."

"I'm going to be recording this, just so I can reference it later," she explained almost monotonously.

"This isn't my first time," he responded with another light laugh. She had to physically bite her tongue to fight off any comments. A soft click sounded from her phone as she started a new voice memo. Her eyes scanned the list of questions on the page before her. Some she'd already asked to Harry and Miles: How does it feel to make the tournament? What is the atmosphere of the team right now? She chose a fresh question to start with.

"What's it like to be the captain of this team? Are you proud? Overwhelmed?" She asked, her voice taking on a new tone closer to a news anchor than a regular person. Peter's lips curled up at the change.

"I'm proud, yeah," he nodded, his voice smooth, "This is a great group. But we all work our asses off, so I'm not surprised by how far we've come. Being their captain is really something."

"And—"

"Do you normally do sports? For the paper, I mean." Before she could even get her next sentence out, he interrupted her. Her grip on the papers in her hand tightened.

"No, not normally," she grit out, "And going along with your thoughts on being captain, what about making it to the tournament this year?"

"It's the best feeling in the world. It's something I've been chasing after for years now, finally getting to it is just...sort of indescribable." Even when his tone is nothing but sincere, he can't wipe the cocky grin from his lips.

"I can imagine," she smiled tautly in reply, "What was it like working your way up to captain? Was it a personal journey, or did you get support from the team?"

"I'd say it was an even mix of both," he hummed, "Do you like hockey?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Are you a hockey fan?" He reiterated, "Because our next game is home, and it's sort of packed, but I could get you some tickets assuming you don't have some already—"

"No—Peter," she let out a frustrated huff, tapping on her phone to momentarily pause the recording, "This is an interview, not social hour."

"Aren't interviews inherently social?" His smirk was infuriating.

"I mean that I ask the questions, you answer them," she grumbled, "Do you act like this with Eli? Are you not taking me serious because I'm a woman?"

"What?" His smirk fell immediately, "What? No—no. I'm taking you seriously, I take women very seriously. I'm all for women. They're great."

"Then can we just do this interview and get it over with?" She sighed, her finger hovering over the unpause button. He nodded, but before she could resume the interview, he quickly added: "But do you want tickets?"

Ignoring the question, she carried on. Peter seemed to mellow out after a while and didn't interrupt again. It was almost surprising how well he'd listened: he was giving her real, insightful answers to her questions without a hint of flirtation. The final interview with Zack flowed easily, and she fled Stark Memorial Rink as quick as she could.

Transcribing the interviews was the easiest part. Days later, she would be hunched over her computer in the darkness of her shared dorm, playing and replaying the recordings and typing out the words onto the screen. Her concentration was briefly interrupted, though, when the door opened and a stream of light threaded its way through the room and onto the back of her head.

"Light bad!" She slapped her hands over her eyes, "Light very bad!"

"You're gonna go blind if you keep staring at your computer in the dark," MJ spoke in a warning tone, but ultimately closed the door.

"Then blind I must go," she sighed, swiveling on her chair to look at her roommate, "How was class?"

"Normal," MJ shrugged, sliding her bag off her shoulders, "But I have a little something for you."

"Something for little ol' me?" She gasped in dramatized delight.

"Yes," MJ grinned widely as her hand reached for the zipper of her bag, "Close your eyes."

She obliged immediately, her nose scrunched in anticipation, "I hope it's a million dollars. Is it a million dollars? Am I close?"

"Almost," MJ giggled. After a moment of anticipation, MJ gently grabbed her hands and place something into them. It was thin and papery and rectangular. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see a white envelope with 'Kitty' written out on the front. Her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar handwriting.

"Is there a check for a million dollars inside?" She asked as she cocked her head.

"No clue, it's not from me," MJ shrugged.

"Then who's it from?" Her fingers slid under the lip of the envelope.

"Harry gave it to me to give to you," MJ grinned, "He said it's from Peter."

She should've sailed to Greece when she had the chance. Inside the envelope were two tickets—Empire State University versus Pennbrook University this Saturday at seven. A long groan left her lips before she finally met MJ's eyes.

"You never got me that noose I asked for."

a/n — not sure how i’m feeling abt this one guys. hockey peter has been causing me brain rot tho so i couldn’t help myself.

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lovesickbtch · 9 months

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Itoshi Rin x fem!reader

Warnings : NSFW, SMUT AHEAD Intercourse (obv), Degrading, Denial, Squirting, I think thats it lmk if there are more.

Idk why I stopped posting but I just finished Reading and watching blue lock so I had to do smth about my bae rin 🤭

Kinda rushed sry

It started with dumb harmless comebacks to how you didn't need him to pleasure you. Obviously you were joking, for once it was nice being able to fluster and annoy Rin. Only at that moment though, now it wasnt much of a joke to you, but to him.

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"What's wrong princess? Y'know what you're doing."

You were sat up on his dick, so clueless as to what to do. He was slightly sat up against the bed frame, still a bit lower than you. You whined trying to move up and down, only edging yourself more. You felt yourself slowing down your movement.

"Need help Rin, I can't"

He found you so cute, and it only fed his ego by the way you tried to ask him for help. He loved the way you cried and twitched on him too. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to let you off easily. Especially with how you let your mouth get the better of you earlier today. He could've made you suck him off with that bratty mouth of yours till you couldn't anymore, but he found this more amusing.

"You're all talk aren't you? Can't even do it yourself." He scoffed almost rolling his eyes in annoyance.

He used his hands to rock your hips against him. Making your body flow back to its original pace. You felt your high building up, he did too. Your insides had squeezed around him and cute high pitched mewls started leaving your mouth.

Soon they turned into full moans, he really knew just how to play with you.

He slowed down his movements, dragging the desparing feeling across your body. You let out a whine of frustration and you glared at him angrily. He clicked his tounge in response. He could look down on you even if you were above him.

"What a bimbo, you really think it was that easy? My cock must've made you dumb huh?"

"Rin pl-"

"Ride it Y/n, hurry up I don't have all day"

His eyelids lowered, almost as if he was mad at me. I felt stuck in the same spot, unable to replicate the feeling. It felt more and more frustrating as he just stared at me with no empathy in his eyes.

"M' sorry Rin...."

You forgot why you apologized but it just felt right. You looked at him with tears threatning to spill from your doe eyes.

He didn't know why he felt bad for you. He looked at your flushed cheeks and wet eyelashes. His gaze then lowered from your teary eyes to where you were sitting. It was sticky and wet, he didn't know if he could hold back any longer.

"Shit-" He cursed under his breath, he was getting more impatient feeling the heat emiting from your pussy.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before moving his hands down to guide you. Its like he predicted where it felt best, hitting the same spot.

"Keep moving" He demanded

He slowly moved his hands off and rubbed your sticky clit from under you. His other hand gathered your slick using his ring and index finger.

You let out a loud moan, which became interrupted as he stuck two wet fingers in your mouth. It felt even better than how it felt before. You couldn't help but whimper with his fingers toying your body as you helplessly grinded against him.

You felt your orgasm approaching again, except it felt so much more intense. You held tightly onto Rin's wrist that was circling your clit. However he didnt budge, going the exact same speed that he was before. You felt your eyes rolling back as far as they could go.

You kept grinding on him till you came all over his abdomen. Your liquids spraying hard down his thighs. He watches you come down from your orgasm with a smirk. His hand under you slowly drags upwards before giving your clit a harsh slap.

"Ouch" You whine.

"Get on all fours"

"Wha-"

"I'm not done"

#rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi smut #itoshi rin smut #bllk #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader

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kisses4luci · 5 months

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So bitter!!! (｡╯︵╰｡)

✰ bill kaulitz x reader :3

✰ fluff hehe :3

✰ A/N ; TYSM FOR ALL THE NOTES AHHHH!!!! this was meant to be angsty but I changed my mind. honestly kind of a dumb post bc the only reason I decided to make it was bc a post with that audio came on my fyp😭😭. sorry if it's not too good!! I tried :3

✰ requests are open (pls request i have no ideas) :3

✰ Bill skipped into your room cheerfully, plopping himself down on your bed. 'So, meine liebe*, what are we going to do today?'

✰ You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but today was not a good day. your period had started exceptionally early this month and it was affecting you a lot.

✰ 'Nothing, Bill. I don't feel good.' You whispered, pushing your face into the silk pillow cases that resided on top of your bed. 'But pleaseeeee! I wanna go out with you, hübsch*.'

✰ You groaned loudly into your pillow as he dramatically threw himself onto you. 'Please please pleaseeeee!!' He squealed, twirling your hair in between his nimble fingers. 'No, Bill. I'm not fucking joking.'

✰ Bill sat back up and gazed down at you. 'Why so bitter, hübsch*? I know you're tired, but if we go out it might do you good.' Bill considered what he said for a moment, taking the silence from your part into consideration. 'Mkay, maybe not. How about this? let's stay in bed and watch movies! Oooh, I'll do your hair and i can paint your nails.'

✰ You couldn't help but smile at his hushed rambling. You turned over onto your back, sat up, and wrapped your arms around him. 'Yeah, let's do that. I love you.'

✰ 'I love you too, schön*.'

Translations!

meine leibe - my love

hübsch - pretty

schön - beautiful

thanks for reading!!! sorry that it's so short :3

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tooth rotting fluff #funny #cute #x reader #reader insert #self indulgent #self insert #love #adoration #theyre in love your honor #they love each other #fanfic #fan fiction

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jesuschristmattyhealy · 1 year

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bleak midwinter

(this is the first thing I've written in ages pls pls be nice! Also, I know that it is neither cold nor snowing in London right now but I simply don't care!! this is literally just domestic cuteness because that is what I have brain power for <333 goodnight)

It’s biting cold. So cold they’ve said on the news that the dogs shouldn’t go out for any longer than it takes them to pee. So cold that your dad is texting you from home that you should buy a space heater for the basement so the pipes don’t freeze.

“Tell your dad if I’m buying a space heater it’s to shove up my own arse so I don’t turn into an icicle in my own living room.” Matty enters the room as you read him the message, clutching a blanket shawl around his bare shoulders.

“Have you thought about starting with a shirt, sunshine?” You ask, tugging the fleece fabric tighter to his chest.

“I did, but then I thought you’d rather stare at my ripped man muscles all day,” He jokes, flexing under the blanket. His hair is unbrushed and falling in competing angles across his face.

“Ugh, you know me so well,” you laugh, pinching his arms, “Thank God for my big strong man and his big strong man muscles.”

His voice deepens to a grunt, “Big strong man hunt mammoth throw spear light fire.”

“Yeah, could you actually? It’s worse than the North Pole in here.”

“Should we walk the boys first? That way we don’t yunno… burn the house down.”

“We’re ignoring the weathermen’s advisory?” You ask, waving your phone screen at his face to reiterate.

He sighs, “Okay, well then you get to tell them that they’re only allowed out for five seconds and deal with them looking at you like you ran over their friend for the rest of the day.”

As if on cue, Mayhem and Allan lumber into the kitchen, jowls quivering at the prospect of the word “out.” Ever since you moved in with Matt, the dogs have become as much yours as they are his. Matty swears they love you more than him. And it’s true. You can’t resist their droopy faces and old man frowns.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, huffing, “But they have to wear their blankets and their boots and possibly even a scarf.”

“Right, that can be sorted.”

He runs off upstairs to pull on something for the blustery weather while you root through the baskets by the front door to find the dogs’ blankets and winter boots. Matty made relentless fun of you for buying them, saying that no way would it ever get cold enough in London for them to use them. And then he’d seen the awkward, baby giraffe prance the two creatures did when the boots went on. He was so entertained he began searching for excuses to put them on.

You pull each dog into your lap, cooing apologies and encouragement at their stiff limbs and whale eyes.

“You’re going to look so handsome in your boots!” You remind them, to no avail, “All your neighborhood friends will be so jealous.”

Neither animal seems convinced. Next are the blankets: green for Mayhem, red for Allan. You scrounge up a couple of crochet neck warmers you made back during lockdown that have become the dogs’ (your first designs were too rudimentary for human use). The two stand blankly in the entryway, staring up at you, a pair of disheveled and disdainful babushkas.

“Right love, I brought you an extra jumper because that one’s not nearly warm enough, and I think you should wear these.” Matty rounds the corner, fully dressed now and very much resembling Joey Tribiani a la “The One Where No One is Ready.” He’s holding the sweater of his that you love to steal, and a pair of NorthFace snow pants that you haven’t touched since going home to visit your parents last Christmas.

“Wearing enough clothes there, gorgeous?” You pull lightly at his two turtlenecks.

“Time will tell, darling,” he quips, pulling a balaclava over his unruly curls, “Get your pants on then, would you.”

“I’m going to look like a stuffed turkey in these,” you protest.

He looks at you, “Love, we’re the only ones dumb enough to be outside right now, who are you worried about seeing you?” You purse your lips which he takes as invitation to steal a kiss, “C’mon, you’ll be the cutest stuffed turkey on the block.”

You pull the snowpants on in a rustle of movement and fabric. He turns to the dogs who are still frozen in position by the door, unwilling to move a toe in their boots.

“And who are these dashing gentlemen!?” Matty coos, rushing over to the dogs to tug gently at their ears, “Are you boys ready?”

You love the voice he uses for the dogs, a high pitched, horse squeak that seems so uncharacteristic coming from a man who dresses in leather and cowboy boots on the daily. In the morning, while he’s feeding them before coming back to bed, you’ll lie awake and listen to the monologue running in the kitchen — asking if the doggies had sweet dreams, asking why Allan was whimpering in the middle of the night, asking where they should go walking today, quipping “the usual boys?” as he sets the dishes down.

“They were born ready!” You say, straightening up from pulling on your fleece lined boots.

“Right, then let’s go!”

You open the door and the wind hits your little group like a cement wall. Within the first five seconds of exposure, your eyes are watering and your nose is dripping ferociously. Over the howling gusts, you can hear your boyfriend’s indignant complaints.

“This is by far the most ridiculous idea we’ve ever had, I mean what are we doing, it’s literally cold enough to castrate me.”

“Okay, okay,” you gasp, “We’re walking two blocks and turning around.”

“And then is it Virgin River time?”

“Virgin River and fire time, very much so.”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And he’s off, pulling Allan down the stairs and through the front gate. You and Mayhem can only stiffly follow in their footsteps, Mayhem taking each step as if stepping down into the Grand Canyon. Allan has stopped to pee on a tree and Matty is hoping up and down next to him.

“I didn’t wear enough clothes,” he moans as you get closer to him.

“Oh, poor man,” you pout, looping your arms and running a mittened hand up and down his bicep, “Is this helping?”

He closes his eyes, scrunching his nose dramatically, “Emotionally yes, physically, not really.”

“Oh dear, well let’s keep it moving,” you stick your hand in the jacket of his puffy coat and find his, “We’ll think warm thoughts.”

He nods, “Sahara Desert, I am in the Sahara Desert and it is so hot.”

The four of you walk as quickly as you can down the sidewalk. In a way, the silence of the cold is sort of pretty. It hasn’t snowed in a while and the remaining piles of snow are frozen into the concrete, glittering menacingly in the steely sunshine. There are rarely cabs or cars in your neighborhood, but today there isn’t even one. You can hear the window panes rattling in your neighbors' homes. You understand what they’re singing about in “In the Bleak Midwinter,” that silent frost that hangs over your head, a threatening promise, an empty maw.

You’ve barely made it three house fronts when Matty suddenly announces,

“Right lads, have you both pissed? Can we go back?”

The dogs peer up at him as best they can from beneath their shawls. Allan does a full body shake.

“Taking that as yes,” he turns the two of you in a half moon and sets off again at a brisk pace, a horse going back to stable, “I’m going to drink so much tea when we get back, you’re not even going to believe it.”

“I’ll join you in that,” you mutter, tucking your chin further into your favorite wool scarf.

You tumble back through the front door, a cascade of static electricity and shivering limbs. Matty hurries off in one direction to start the fire, and you in the other to turn the kettle on. You’re rolling the sleeves of his sweater up and over your hands and debating turning the oven on just so you can stick your freezing hands in when you feel a pair of hands on your shoulder.

“How’s it coming?” Matty mutters in your ear.

“It’s not going half as fast as I need it to,” your teeth chatter around the words, a full body shiver pulsing through your body.

“You know what they say about watched pots.”

“I know, but I don’t know where else to look.”

“How about at me?” He asks with a hint of indignation.

“Oh, okay,” you giggle as he spins you around so that your hands can loop behind his neck. His curls are rough from the cold and goosebumps rise across his rosy skin.

“Let’s never go back outside,” he mutters, burying his face in your neck. His hands wind themselves in the excess fabric of your sweater, his thumbs brush the bare skin at the base of your spine.

You sigh, “But what if we need something?”

He grumbles a laugh, “I have half a Sainsbury’s worth of tea, Jack and Mel, the dogs, the fire, and you. I don’t know what else I could possibly need.”

You smile, inhaling. He smells of the wood stove, tobacco smoke and the vanilla lotion that he keeps swearing he isn’t stealing from you.

“You’re right. There's nothing else.”

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #the 1975 fic #I'm genuinely so nervous to be writing again oh no #hope you enjoy !!

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fairysluna · 1 year

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INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 3: Bejeweled.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRING – Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY – You listened to Aegon, and you decided to give another try to dating and flings, though things, once again, don't go as planned.

TAGS/TW – make out sessions with some inappropriate touching, anxiety(?, mentions of sex, robbery(?, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – did i use the house of shameless as a visual? ofc i did. this is dedicated to my sweet nicole <3 this whole series is dedicated to you actually, ilysm mi amor🤍 i didn't proof read it, so pls be aware of that before reading and srry if there's mistakes!!

WORD COUNT – 4.3k

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The heels were too high for your liking, the dress too tight, and everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong when you tripped at the entrance of the bar. You have missed the enormous sign that said ‘WATCH YOUR STEP’ with big, thick, red letters. Luckily for you, no one seemed to have witnessed that embarrassing moment of your life; you trying to look sexy and flirty, and failing miserably.

It was Friday night, almost a week has passed since your desperate attempt to move on from your ex, and there you were, standing as you scanned the room for a man that looks available and cute enough. The Green Banner was filled with people that had come to look for a relaxing time after work; it was 9pm, and most of the men there were wearing office clothes. Being honest to yourself, you thought they all looked quite boring.

However, your big issue right there was not the dull colors of their clothing, it was Jace’s and Aemond’s presence. They had helped you to choose the dress after you asked them to, but it appears as if they did not want to let go of you just yet. They started to judge all the guys that you picked; too short, too informal, too formal, too douchey, too boring, too dumb, too drunk; it was never enough for them. You started to grow tired of this, feeling too overwhelmed with the pressure of finding the perfect match that you barely were enjoying the process of starting over. They were suffocating you.

“What about him?” Jace said, pointing at a dude that was talking cheerfully with a group of friends, still wearing the formal suit from his job.

Aemond shook his head, “he’s being too flirty with that girl, he’s probably dating her.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath that was interrupted by the tightness of your dress. Now you were doubting yourself, and the urge to go home consumed you; leaving did not seem as a bad idea at all. But then you saw Aegon behind the bar, preparing some drink as he laughed with a girl by his side; you tilted your head a bit, weirded out by his attitude since you rarely saw him laugh in the loft. He was always serious or absentminded, but here he was… happy.

As you kept watching him, completely ignoring the words of Jace and Aemond, you saw how his flirtatious manners were way too obvious for anyone who lay an eye on him. You could even swear that you saw a slight blush on his cheeks as the girl by his side made him laugh with a joke. Your haze softened at the sight, seeing a part of Aegon you did not even know it existed before that moment; and then, there was this part inside of you that actually wanted to help him to get that girl, even when Aegon was a very private person when it comes to his feelings, you felt the urge to do something about it.

That is why, as soon as the girl left his side, you stood up as you excused yourself with your friends, and walked towards Aegon. Jace frowned as he asked you where you were going, but you just replied with a soft mumble that was barely understood by them.

Aegon saw you getting closer and his smile faded, being replaced by a confused grin that appeared in his face. Your smile, as bright as usual, was the first thing he noticed; you were always so damn happy, it was actually a bit triggering for him. He tried to avoid your stare, but you sat right in front of him, looking up at him with those gleaming eyes which had some mischievousness in them that made him feel curious about your intentions.

“May I have a virgin Mojito?” You told him, trying to suppress your giant smile.

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a judgemental stare, “So you want a mint lemonade?”

“Yes, please.”

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have some essays to grade?” His mocking tone was easily perceived in his voice, but you did not let yourself be bothered by it. Instead, you just laughed it off.

“I’m following your advice!”

Aegon closed his eyes, “that’s a terrible mistake.”

“Listen, I also came here because I saw you with that girl over there,” You pointed out to the ginger girl at the other extreme of the bar, “you smiled at her, you like her!”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he quickly said.

“You barely smile at home,” you pointed out.

“I barely smile at you,” he explained, “you’re a bit annoying, to be honest.”

You tilted your head, pressing your lips in a thin line before you rolled your eyes ignoring his words, again. You just sat there, watching Aegon making your drink with such easiness that it actually left you impressed, nimbly moving his hands to grab the cup, the ingredients and putting them together in a medium size cup. You found yourself so distracted watching him doing his job that you almost lost the focus of the conversation.

"You should ask her out," you told him, leaning towards him to whisper your words. He leaned back almost immediately, trying to stay away from you.

"Mind your business, y/n," he replied, sternly. "Look, there's a guy that's lonely, go for it and leave me work.

You turned to look at the guy Aegon pointed at. You immediately recognized him as the man who looked too lazy according to Aemond. You thought he was cute, he was a good looking guy, but your beloved friends did not even let you give your opinion before they decided he was not proper for you.

"Aemond didn’t like him," you explained to Aegon.

"Is Aemond gonna sleep with him?" He raised his eyebrow and you softly shook your head, "then why does his opinion matter to you?"

"He's my friend," you shrugged.

"Just go and fuck that guy. Be a whore, remember?"

You took a deep breath before nodding, decided to listen to Aegon's advice once again. You mumble a small 'yes' that came out as a sigh, and then you grabbed the glass in front of you, and drank it in two sips. The sour taste of the lemon made you wrinkle your nose as you groaned, but somehow it gave you a boost of confidence which made you stand up from the chair. Aegon frowned. "You know there's no alcohol in that, don't you?"

"Shut up," you mumbled as you left his side. "We have a pending conversation, remember that!"

"No, we don't."

His words faded into the air as you walked away from him and towards the handsome and lonely man sitting at the other side of the bar. He was looking at his phone with an uninterested look while holding a beer jug. There was some sort of self doubt in you as you slowly stepped forward to meet him, but Aegon’s words were in a loop inside your head giving you the motivation to keep going and take the first step into the ‘single life’ you have been wanting to live. No strings attached, just fun and meaningless sex.

You stood behind the guy for a few seconds, taking big breaths and calming you down before daring to speak to him. You saw the curls on his dark hair and bit your lip; your eyes went to his exposed arms and hands; they seemed thick and veiny… it somehow turned you on. You gave one last look behind you; Jace and Aemond were nowhere to be seen, and when your eyes laid upon Aegon’s frame, he was already staring at you with an expectant look. He gave you a slight nod, and that was all you needed to do it.

“Hey,” you said. The guy turned around and a confused look appeared on his face. “Do you mind if I sit here?” You pointed at the spot next to him.

A smirk crossed his lips as he clearly saw your intentions, a blush took over your cheeks but you played it down by looking at your heels. He answered with a small ‘yes’ and you quickly sat down by his side. He shifted his position so he could take a better look at you and your only instinct was to smile. At that moment, your college girl moments invaded your mind as a reminder that there was a time when you were good at flirting with random guys; that girl was still inside of you, and you just needed a small push to let her out and take over the shyness that you developed as you grew older.

“I’m Mace,” he introduced himself. His charming smile was seductive enough to make you smile back. Before you knew it, your hands were on his arm as you laughed at a terribly boring joke that he said.

You found yourself actually enjoying this. He was an attractive guy that was looking for the same thing as you; a one night stand. You could easily tell by his body language that he was interested in you; the way he would casually look at your lips, the way he would touch your knee and use his thumb to leave gentle caresses there. It was making you slightly nervous, you would be lying if you said otherwise, but you forced yourself to do it; to keep it up. This was your chance to leave your whole past away. No more broken hearts, no more crying while watching Beetlejuice. This was your opportunity to finally move on. So, when he leans towards your ear and whispers with his raspy voice, “do you want to come home with me?” You could not reject him.

Jace saw you walking through the bar with Mace holding your waist and immediately went to your side. The worried look on his face was quite visible as he grabbed your arm to stop you. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at the guy by your side from head to toe and then looking back at you with an incredulous stare.

“I’ll be home later, don’t worry,” you assured him. A kind smile appeared on your visage, trying to make him understand that you would be fine. Jace, however, was not too convinced by your words. His lips pressed tightly as he turned around in a failed attempt to find Aemond. “Jace, I’ll be fine… Just go home, I found what I was looking for.” You whispered the last words discreetly pointing at Mace.

It took him a couple seconds to accept it, but when the grip of his hand around your wrist loosened up a little, you took it as an approval even when his face was not showing signs of it. You waved your hand and left with the new guy, begging that you were not doing anything dumb.

The car ride was awkward. The sound of the exhaust pipe dragging against the pavement was the only thing you heard during the whole ride; the radio was not working, and Mace was too focused on driving to even say a word. As he drove, you started to notice how the streets were getting darker, and before you realized, you were in the middle of the worst part of King's Landing; just a few blocks away from Flea Bottom. You had been warned about that place since you moved to the capital, and yet there you were; sitting in a car with a stranger in the middle of the most dangerous zone of the city.

When he parked outside his house, the urge of running away came over you. You thought about how stupid your decision had been, getting in the car of someone you barely knew, only because you were trying to prove to yourself that you can do this. It was dumb, completely irresponsible, and still you willingly entered his house, ignoring all the signs that were screaming at you to escape.

He closed the door behind him as soon as you both were inside. The house was messy, small, and there was an unpleasant smell in the room. You took a look around and saw some papers on the center table and an ashtray filled with ashes.

"So, uh… do you want to eat something or-"

His lips silenced you in a kiss that was too wet for your taste. It took you by surprise, but something deep inside of you made you feel thankful for it. You certainly knew that you would have punched him in the face if he would have taken too long to kiss you. He just did it, and it barely gave you time to react before he pressed your body against the wall, and his hands grabbed your waist.

Your mind shut off, trying to enjoy his brutish touch. His tongue was trying to get inside your mouth and you allowed him to as he removed the loose white cardigan you wore on top of that tight green dress. Your hands went to his hair, tangling your shaky fingers with his locks. You were deadly nervous, but you were trying your best to not look like it.

"Gods, you're so hot," he whispered in your ear before going to your neck and collar bones, kissing and nibbling the soft skin with an obvious lack of care. He was moaning against your throat, his hands contouring your shape as you tried to enjoy it. But no matter how eagerly you tried to convince yourself; this was not pleasant for you at all. “I’ve been waiting for this since you came to me”.

His hands went to your thighs and he lifted you up, you yelped as a response, not expecting such an action. He took you to the couch where he sat with you on top of his lap. His touch was all over your body and you felt like everything was happening too fast. You were expecting to arrive in his house, drink a few beers and then start a steamy make out session. Instead, Mace decided to skip all these steps and go straight to the point. Soon, grabbed your hips and started to make your body move on top of him as he started to kiss your neck once again.

But just when he started to lift your dress, you decided that it was too much.

"W-wait…" you mumbled, panting already. Mace hummed as he kept kissing your neck, "wait, uh… can we- can we stop for a minute."

"Why?" He questioned, pulling back and looking down at you with confused eyes.

"I- uh, I need to go to the- uh, to the bathroom," you lied, desperately looking for an excuse to take a break from the overwhelming feeling on your chest. "I just need a minute…"

Mace sighed, but he stepped back. His hands went to his hair as he pointed at the stairs, indicating where the bathroom was. You politely nodded and picked up your bag, which had fallen onto the floor, before going upstairs. Your hands were shaking and your legs felt numb.

You fool, you thought, look where you put yourself into.

You lock yourself in the bathroom, leaning your back against the door as you sighed and closed your eyes. You felt trapped in that place, no way out of the situation you put yourself into. You remembered Jace's expression, how concerned he was about you; that only made you feel even more dumb. How could you not see how bad your decision was?

You grabbed your phone from the pocket of your cardigan and quickly searched the number of Jace in it. You could call him and ask to pick you up, pull out the 'I have an emergency at home' card to Mace, just leave with your friend and never talk about this again. It was a good plan… so you did it.

As you put your phone against your ear and started to hear the beeps, waiting for him to pick up, you started to hear a song in the distance. It was too low, but you still were able to perceive the melody of a known song that reached your ear, 'kiss me thru the phone'. The voice Soulja Boy was heard at the other side of the window and you get close to take a look, that ringtone being a little too familiar for it to be a coincidence.

You looked down and your mouth dropped open when you saw Jace and Aemond hiding behind a tree as they spied towards Mace's house. Your eyes widened as you managed to watch how Jace's phone fell on the pavement while Aemond seemed to be scolding him. You immediately left the room and ran down the stairs, almost fuming.

"My earring is missing, I'm gonna see if it's outside," you said to Mace, who was shirtless sitting on his couch.

"Oh- you want me to help-"

"No need," you interrupted him, walking out of the house and closing the door behind you.

You walked furiously towards the three and when the guys saw you standing there, they panicked. Though it was a bit too late for them to run away. "What in the seven hells are you dumbasses doing here?!" You yelled in a whisper, your cheeks red with embarrassment. "Have you gone mad?!"

"You really expect us to let you go by yourself with a complete stranger?" Jacaerys replied, "we have sisters, for gods' sake!"

"And thank the Gods we came," Aemond muttered in the low, looking around the outsides of the house with a discontent look on his face, "look how terrible this neighborhood is, I saw some youths doing crack on an alley on our way here!”

“We’re gonna stay here until you finish your… your business.” Jace claimed, Aemond nodded in agreement. You could only manage to roll your eyes.

“Don't try to deny the fact that you wanted to leave." Aemond pointed out. "You called Jace."

"You had no right in coming here, I-"

"We're visionaries, girl," Aemond interrupted you, "we told you we didn't like him!"

"Aegon said he was fine," you explained.

"And you trusted Aegon?" Jace asked. "Why would you do such a stupid thing?"

"Don't talk about him like that," you scolded him. A serious look on your face.

"Why would you follow his advice in the first place?" Aemond questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"Because he's my friend too."

"Oh, honey, no.” Aemond chuckled. “Aegon doesn't have friends."

There was a silence after his words, where you were staring at them as if you were trying to find a reason behind their stupid actions. After a few seconds, Aemond spoke again.

"Listen, we know how dangerous it is for you girls out there," he explained, "and you decided to go to a stranger's house at night. We were worried about you."

"If you want us to leave, that's what we'll do," Jace started, "but if you want to come with us, we'll take you back to home. It's your decision."

"Just know that you are like our hāedar now, we will always take care of you," Aemond finished.

A tender look crossed your eyes as you stared at them, unable to remain angry. You took a deep sigh as you softly nodded, accepting that what they said was actually true. It was a relief to know that they were there for you, acting as brothers, and saving you for what could have been the worst night of your life.

"Let's go home," you muttered.

"You won't say goodbye to your friend there?" Aemond pointed at the house behind your back, where you were certain there was a guy waiting for you on the couch.

You bit your lip as you checked your bag, and you realized you had all of your stuff there. "No, just get me out of here, I can't do this anymore."

Jace offered you his arm and you took it, starting to walk with them towards Aemond's car, which was parked a few blocks away, for he did not want you to notice they had been following you around. The streets were dark and there was no noise in them besides the one your high heels made with each step you took. Your legs freezing with the cold wind as you huddle against Jace’s arm.

The night was rather peaceful… until you heard Aemond gasp.

"Oh, no…” He started, “oh, no, no, fuck! FUCK!"

Your attention quickly went to the Jaguar parked in the side of the street; rocks were holding it up, for his wheels had been stolen. Aemond panicked as he turned around to look at Jace and you, both too distraught to even react. You were able to see the despair in your friend’s eye as he walked around his car, whining and sighing, almost losing his mind.

“Those crack addict youths!” He yelled as he brushed his face with his hands. “For fuck’s sake, I just changed the fucking wheels!”

“Oh, Gods,” Jace sighed, “he lost his mind.”

Aemond stood in the middle of the street walking from one side to the other. His breathing fast and unsteady as a proof of his anger which grew even more when he noticed that there was an obscene drawing sprayed in the trunk.

You turned to look at Jace, ignoring the insults that Aemond threw at the gods, and you softly said, “shall we call Aegon?”

The brown haired boy nodded half-heartedly, not too charmed by the idea but accepting it after he realized there was no other option left besides that one. He took his phone from his pocket and dialed Aegon, who picked up after three calls. You heard Jace speaking to him, and almost begging him to do this favor; you were able to hear most of his excuses, but he finally ended up accepting.

Twenty minutes later you were sitting in a bus stop, your head on Jace’s shoulder as you both saw Aemond being seated inside his car with his forehead against the steering wheel, he had not been moving for five minutes; as if he was grieving his car. You both decided to let him be, too tired already to do something about it.

When Aegon arrived, he immediately noticed his brother’s car condition and he chuckled with a mocking tone. You stood up and quickly went into the passenger seat, turning on the heater as quickly as you could.

“Guess Vhagar lost her legs,” Aegon said when he saw Aemond getting down from the vehicle and Jace talking to him about something you could not decipher.

“He named his car?” You asked surprised. Aegon turned to look at you and nodded with a smirk.

“Yep, he did.” He laughed.

“Hey, I’m sorry that you have to come all the way here, I know you were probably busy working but-”

“Nah,” he shrugged, “It’s okay. My boss wasn’t there tonight and my coworker covered my ass.”

“Do you mean your friend?” You teased him.

“Shut it,” he quickly said. “How was it?” He questioned, changing the subject and looking at your freezing frame from head to toe, as if he was looking for a sign in you. “Was it good?”

“Nothing happened,” you replied to him, looking at how Jace was trying to convince Aemond to go into the car. “I chickened out.”

“Well, you can try next week,” he simply said, shrugging. “There’ll be more men willing to bang you if you give them the chance.”

You shook your head, “I can’t do it.”

“What you mean? You just need to open your legs, the dude does all the work-”

“Jar,” you interrupted him. He rolled his eyes and gave you a gold coin from his pocket. You remind yourself to put that coin into Aegon's Douchebag Jar once you get home. “I wasn’t talking about that…” You continued.

“Then what is it that you can’t do?”

“I can’t be a whore,” you softly said, as if you were afraid to disappoint him. “Is not in my nature anymore. I want the romantic stuff, you know? Flowers, dates, chocolates, and all that crap. Not just meaningless sex.”

You looked at your hands while your fingers played with each other. A silence was formed but it was soon interrupted by Aegon’s sigh. You thought it was a judgemental gesture, which made you feel your face warm as your cheek flushed. But then, he spoke again,

“The whorish lifestyle isn’t for everyone,” he explained, “but at least you tried and for that I’m proud of you.”

The way you quickly turned to look at him almost made your neck hurt. His words were completely unexpected, but they –somehow– made you feel better about yourself. The soft smile that appeared on your face was impossible to hold back. You nodded subtly as Aegon looked back at you with his lips pressed in what seemed to be an awkward smile.

“At least I tried,” you repeated.

The back doors of the car suddenly were opened, interrupting the moment. Jace and Aemond entered the vehicle in silence and soon Aegon started to drive away from the dangerous streets.

“Vhagar’s legs are gonna be in amazon tomorrow,” Aegon teased. You couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

“Shut up,” Aemond grunted.

The soft music from the radio was all you were able to hear as your eyes discreetly went to Aegon’s profile. You saw his nose, his plump, rosy lips, and his chubby cheeks that made him look adorable even when he seemed grumpy. You stared at him for a bit longer than you expected, and as soon as you realized it, you looked back at the front of the road.

A sigh left your lips while, once again, you felt your cheeks being victims of a rouge blush.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Hours in Silence (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This was purely inspired by like half of a Drake song LOL, I wanted to originally do this for Graves but felt too similar to my first series so I thought I would try my hand with Ghost!! (Yes I'm writing a Ghost drabble to a Drake song, trust me I know how corny it is LMFAO, I am insane, let me live thank you)

Also, this is my first time writing for Ghost pls don't judge LOL

Based on the first bit of Hours in Silence

gn! (I use the word “heat” once) (no use of Y/N), mentions of a Dear John letter (if you don't know it's a letter usually sent to military members when the s/o wants to break up)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: some NSFW, light smut, slight OOC (don't kill me pls), cursing, pet names (if I forgot something pls lmk)

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Leave your phone, come to mine You'll catch a hand in due time I think, think that I Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine Unless there's some other things you gotta mind You're my baby, ayy, ayy The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch A pill in Ibiza, so what? She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Distracted was putting it lightly. Your mind was racing, and it wasn't because of the mission. You sat on some far enough away hill covered by trees gazing through a sniper scope. Your mind kept going back to the Dear John letter you had received before packing up to stake out some warehouse.

You hadn't told anyone on 141, it didn't seem too important at the time, but now alone waiting for a signal your mind wandered to the letter.

“I’m sorry but we’re done,”

It’s all you needed to read to get the message. It was shit. What a waste of time you thought to yourself.

“You there, hello? Is there any movement?” the low voice cut through your thoughts

“No movement yet L.T.”, fuck you weren't even paying attention.

“I need you focused up there Sergeant, don’t go falling asleep on me”, Ghost was stern but thoughtful, he could tell he was losing you up there.

You and Ghost had somewhat of a complicated relationship. You jokingly flirted with him to get him nervous and he always deflected trying to maintain focus on the mission at hand. You both equally got under each other's skin.

Ghost, prior to the Dear John, was aware of your relationship, which he respected. He never pushed, hence the ignoring of your attempted flirting. Somewhere down the line, he hinted at how the “jokes” of flirting became very real. He wasn't sure if this was something he had made up in his head and he was feeling a certain way towards you.

Your mind immediately went back to your shitty Dear John, as you were readjusting your position hoping to catch a better view.

“Sarge, why do I see movement but you’re not calling it”, you were caught now, no excuse would cover this up.

“Sorry, L.T. my view wasn't clear I was adjusting”

“Come down, I'm sending a different sniper up, I can’t trust you in this state of mind”

That one stung. It wasn't your fault… maybe it was. You should've told him about the letter, it could've explained everything but you didn't want to be seen as weak. With a heavily bruised ego, you packed up and swapped places with some rookie who shot you a sympathetic look.

Ghost sent you back to the base, it was bad. Usually, you would stick around and finish the mission but you could tell Ghost didn't want you anywhere near it tonight. Throwing the door to your room open you slammed your bag on the bed, cursing under your breath.

Stripping from the uniform, you changed into shorts and some random t-shirt, you just needed a break after a shitty night. Closing the dresser drawers, a knock on the door caused you to jump.

“Who is it?” you knew it was Ghost, you knew you were in trouble, easier to play dumb though.

“Open up,” always to the point Ghost was.

Your bare feet padded over to the door slowly opening it, as Ghost used his body to push the rest of it open.

“What the fuck was tonight?”

“I don't know”, you felt like you were a shell of yourself, his tone was unsettling. He had every right to be upset but the weight of everything was a bit too heavy for you to attempt to explain.

“You know”, he read you too well, Ghost’s eyes started searching your room for a sign of why you were so out of it. He landed on the nightstand with the torn envelope and letter sitting where you had left them before the mission.

“What’s this”, he was walking towards the letter.

“It’s nothing, stop”, attempting to block his path to the letter, which failed as he pushed past you. The height difference was working in his favor yet again.

Ghost picked up the Dear John, you watched as his eyes scanned the paper. He was reading more of it than you had.

“Ghost, put it down please”, basically pleading with him at this point.

“You should've told me”, despite having his mask on, you could see the shift in his eyes.

“Yeah I know, I didn't want to be a burden though”, it felt awkward to be discussing your breakup with your Lieutenant, it was uncharted territory for the both of you.

“This was a distraction tonight, I can’t have that with soldiers in the field, understood?”

“Yes sir, it won't happen again, I’m sorry again”, apologies spilling out, it was embarrassing.

“Dear John’s are shit”, he tossed the letter down, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tell me about it, ha”, you tried to laugh it off as you sat on the bed looking up at Ghost as he sauntered towards you. The air was heavy and something had shifted between the two of you.

“You know, if you ever need a distraction when we aren't on the field I can help you with that”, Ghost looked down at you on the bed.

“Ghost…”

“Call me Simon, please”, your breath hitched when he said this.

“Simon, what are you talking about”,

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’m saying, I think that I could fuck the idea of him outta your mind”,

You freeze becoming hyper-aware of what was happening, a cough escapes your lips as you try to catch your breath.

“I need you focused Sergeant”,

“ I don't know”, you were struggling to grasp the concept being presented to you.

“I’ll be your crutch, lean on me it's okay”, as he said this, his hands grabbed yours pulling you up off the bed, and close to him. You felt wobbly as you placed your hands on his chest to find some balance.

“Go ahead”, he was motioning to his cloth skeleton mask that covered his face. Your hands slowly crept toward his face, stopping at the base of his neck. You rolled the mask in between your fingers debating on what your next move was.

“It’s alright, I'll tell you when”, Simon encouraged you as you slowly pulled in up, “That's enough, right there”, he had you stop it just so his jaw and lips were exposed.

Simon leans forward pulling you into him, a slight gasp separates your lips as he presses his lips onto yours, kissing back feverishly.

Still connected, Ghost pushed you slowly back onto the bed, as he hovered over top of you.

“Still distracted?” It was a taunting question.

“Hard to say Lieutenant”, Ghost took this as a challenge as he slipped off your shorts leaving you in just underwear. Immediately you pulled him back into a kiss as he pushed his clothed cock up against your heat.

As you both continued, a pair of footsteps was heard in the hallway, causing you to jump up.

“You have to go”, the idea of someone catching you and Ghost was tempting but not worth the repercussions.

Simon connected his lips to your neck as he mumbled into you, “So soon? My love we are just getting started”.

“We can’t risk getting caught Simon, think about it please”, you were hoping he would catch the hint that you weren't done with him. You were up out of the bed searching for your shorts which had been tossed across the room.

“I see, well whenever you're ready to pick this up, come to mine”, Ghost, now out of the bed, was adjusting his hard-on. You gave a small wave as he sauntered out of the room, wondering if what had happened was even real.

You walked towards the nightstand picking it up the Dear John and tossing it in the trash, you had found yourself a new distraction.

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Eep writing for Ghost as a Graves girly is hard! Hope yall enjoyed!

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #Spotify

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cbk1000 · 7 months

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Hi there!

Ive recently stumbled across your works, and I just wanted to say that I enjoy your writing soso much!! Each time i read any of ur pieces, i feel ever so blessed that i can read them for freee,,, ??like wow!! I absolutely love your characterization of arthur, and any piece of banter you write never fails to make me laugh!

Your writing style is so addictive, ive honestly found myself missing it when I read anything else. Because of this, id like to ask if you have any book recs? hehee anything that inspired that brain and writing of yours seems like it would be a worthwile read!! From ur alltime favs, or recent favs, comfort books, or books that gave u personal epiphanies, pls feel free to not hold back !! (If its not too much trouble)

And once again, thank you soso much for all your lovely works!! 💗

I LOVE talking about books, so thank you so much for this ask. This is a very truncated list of some of my favourite authors and books because if I wanted to talk about all of them, that would be a post as long as one of my fics.

First up is Terry Pratchett, who I came to rather late; I just started reading Discworld in 2020, despite @clonemaster-general and @jinxedwood telling me years earlier I should read him, so they should feel free to be smug about the fact that I ignored their sound advice for a long time and then went, "Ok, where do I sign up for the cult" after reading approximately one (1) Pratchett novel.

Discworld is a fantasy satire series that's over 40 books long, but those 40+ books simply take place in the same world and do not have to be read in order, although I would recommend reading any subseries featuring the same characters in order (the City Watch books starting with 'Guards! Guards', the Witches starting with ''Wyrd Sisters' etc.) Pratchett did write some non-Discworld books, although the bulk of his very large body of work is that series. He was a very gifted writer who was able to present the stupidity and injustices of humanity in a way that made you laugh and feel that it's bearable to live alongside these things. No other author has made me laugh so much at dumb little puns or dick jokes and then suddenly slapped me with a banger of a line about human nature.

'The Once and Future King' by T.H. White. A retelling of Malory's 'Le Morte d'Arthur'. It's silly, it's touching, it asks why humans go to war. If you're tired of relentless grimdark, this book shows you that a novel can explore serious themes and ask serious questions of its readers while also being a bit silly and stupid, because like suffering, silliness and stupidity is an intrinsic part of the human experience.

'The Left Hand of Darkness' by Ursula Le Guin. I could really just say, "All of Ursula Le Guin's stuff" because I've read several novels, a ton of her short stories, plus most of her essay collections and I've loved them all, but I wanted to mention this one particularly because Le Guin was examining our ideas of gender and society in the fucking 60s and I'm tired of hearing right-wing nutjobs bang on about trans people like they're some alien species newly landed on our planet to kidnap our children. Also, what I love about Le Guin's sci-fi is that she was concerned primarily with the culture of alien societies, not laser guns, and her world building is incredibly deep in that regard. Her father was an anthropologist, and you can see how his studies shaped her writing.

'The Lymond Chronicles' by Dorothy Dunnett. I love me a good swashbuckler, and these are some good swashbucklers. There's also some really beautiful prose that really evokes the landscapes of 15th century Europe, and her action/battle scenes are some of the most gripping I've read. The caveat with this one is that I actually don't like the main character all that much; he's a real special guy who speaks all the languages, is good at all the things, is a master strategist at 20, and is hot to boot. But the story is told mostly through the POVs of other characters that get caught up in his exploits so you're not stuck in his insufferable perspective, and I found the books overall (there are six in the series) very hard to put down.

'The Count of Monte Cristo' by Alexandre Dumas. The OG swashbuckler, really. Shipwrecks! Duels! Poison! Revenge! People just don't do dramatic adventure novels like Dumas anymore.

'War and Peace' by Tolstoy. I can't not mention this; I've read it twice so far in English and once in Russian. Tolstoy was an amazing observer of human nature. Also, he clearly thought Napoleon was a little bitch and reading about him from the perspective of a Russian novelist is quite entertaining after reading about him from Victor Hugo's perspective.

'Les Miserables' by Victor Hugo. I also have to mention this one. Yes, there are very lengthy asides on the Parisian sewer system. In the middle of a chase scene. But tbh, Hugo was curious about everything and while maybe he talked about every single one of those things a bit too long, it still endears him to me. Also, he was known more as a poet than a novelist by contemporary readers, and even in translation I think the fact that he was a poet really comes through in the prose.

Also, really anything by Patricia McKillip if you want dreamy, poetic fantasy that feels like being dropped right into the middle of a fairytale where magic has no hard rules and is something a bit wild and dangerous and beautiful.

I also read a lot of non-fiction, so I'll just list a few of my faves: 'Survival in Auschwitz' by Primo Levi; 'The Gulag Archipelago' by Alexandre Solzhenitsyn; James Herriott's 'All Creatures Great and Small' series; 'Landmarks' by Robert Macfarlane (but really any of his nature writing; this one I liked particularly because it's about the power of language to evoke a sense of place and how our vocabulary for the natural world is slowly being subsumed by our increasingly technologically-driven world). 'The Demon-Haunted World' by Carl Sagan, which was written in the 90s but if anything is even more relevant today as we struggle with parsing the mythology of pseudoscience and the real-world harm it perpetuates.

And I read a fuck ton of poetry, so I'll just rattle off a list of some of my favourite poets: Wilfred Owen, Isaac Rosenberg, Siegfried Sassoon, Rupert Brooks, Edward Thomas (I also love his nature writing), Alexandre Blok, Pushkin, Ursula Le Guin (she's primarily known as a novelist, but she has some very good poetry as well), Mikhail Lermontov, Anna Akhmatova, Alexander Pope, Tennyson (particularly Idylls of the King), Seamus Heaney, and Yeats.

Anyway, this is a small sampler of books I've read and loved.

#books #jenn reads

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blind | joshua hong

No one has ever looked so good in black lace before...

🖤 Pairing: boyfriend!joshua (darling!joshua) x reader

🖤 Word Count: 2.4k

🖤 Rating: 18+

🖤 Genre: Smut, mainly pwp, some fluff, elements of bdsm, established relationship

🖤 Warnings: Explicit language, loooots of teasing, explicit sexual content, groping, brief handjob, we love consent and check ins, bdsm elements including use of a blindfold, sub!joshua, dom!reader, making out, hair pulling, grinding, marking/biting/scratching, oral (m receiving), deep throating, dirty talk, praise, cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe pls), riding, rough sex, dom!joshua (surprise 🤩), sub!reader, some degradation, multiple orgasms, it ends soft 🥹

A/N: So all the fansign pics of Shua wearing the black lacy blindfold really had me going through it and then this idea was born 🫠 This is technically darling Joshua, but it also can definitely be read as a stand alone drabble too! I hope you enjoy if you take the time to read it, and thank you as always to everyone for all your love and support you've shown me and my writing 😭💙

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"I changed my mind."

You chuckled at the very prominent and adorable pout on your boyfriend's features, shaking your head, "What do you mean you changed your mind?"

He stared back at you from his spot on the bed, arms and legs crossed, bare except for his boxers and the dainty daisy pendant around his neck.

"Look, when I agreed to us trying something like this...you never once told me that you would be wearing something like that."

Joshua's eyes darkened as they raked over your figure standing in the doorway, taking in the brand new lingerie set you had picked out just for this occasion.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" you queried back, continuing to play dumb and making your boyfriend grow more fidgety in the process.

"You're joking right? Everything! You are being so unfair right now." he groaned, a hand coming up to thread through his long dark locks in frustration, "Coming in here looking that sexy, and still expecting me to wear a blindfold. I know there's no way you're that cruel, darling."

"So dramatic, darling." you teased back as you made your way over to the bed.

Joshua leaned back on his palms, suddenly taking notice of the black lacy piece of fabric that was dangling from your hand.

"I guess you'll just have to commit it to memory now then." you went on, one of your knees coming up to plant itself next to your boyfriend.

He swallowed as his eyes traveled up your body once more, "Playing a little dirty, don't you think?"

"Not any dirtier than you." you countered, eyes lighting up in challenge.

"Careful, darling, don't let this temporary power go to your head." your boyfriend warned, his voice low.

You grinned back at him smugly, relishing in the momentary confusion that danced across his handsome face.

"Don't worry about my head, baby. I know exactly where my power is going..." you trailed off as you slowly ran a fingertip down Joshua's chest, stopping just above his boxers.

He sucked in a breath as your hand dipped below the waist band to wrap around his quickly hardening cock.

"You're secretly loving me bossing you around for once, just admit it. You get off on being told what to do. Don't you, Joshy?" you taunted him, and you felt him twitch in your hand as your grip tightened slightly.

A growl started to rumble in your boyfriend's throat.

"Let's, fuck, get one thing straight here, darling. This is the first and last time I will ever let you get away with calling me that." he practically snarled out.

You started stroking him then, and Joshua's fists clenched around the sheets.

"Aw, play nice now, Joshy."

You were having way too much fun with this, nearly drunk off the power at this point. The way the man before you stared daggers back at you had you feeling like you would pay for this royally later. But that was later. Right now, you were ready and determined to get your usually very dominant boyfriend to submit to you.

But before any of that, "Shua?"

Your hand stopped its movements immediately and moved to rest against his bare stomach instead. The tension charged trance broke within seconds.

"What is it, darling?" Joshua inquired as his hand moved to cover your own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the intensity in his gaze had disappeared, replaced instead by slight concern at the switch up.

"I only want to do this if you want to. And only if you're okay with it. And if at any point you're not, then you need to tell me, okay?"

He crossed the space between you to press his lips against yours as his other hand came up to cradle your cheek.

"I want this." he said softly, and you smiled against his mouth.

"And you trust me, right?"

"With everything I have." he whispered back, and your heart soared, "You're just gonna have to give me a little time to adjust."

He chuckled nervously and you kissed him in reassurance.

"I love you."

"I love you too, darling." Joshua echoed, voice laced with affection, and a noticeable shine in his big, beautiful, brown eyes.

You held up the lacey blindfold between the two of you and gave your boyfriend a knowing look, "You ready for this, baby?"

Excitement sparked behind his irises, and butterflies stirred in your stomach.

"Give it your best shot, darling."

That was all you needed to hear to fall back into your dominant role, a wicked smirk taking over your face as you moved to sit behind him. Joshua tensed slightly as you raised the fabric to settle it in front of his face. Your lips moved over his bare shoulder, and you felt his body start to relax again.

“You wanna know a secret, Shua?” you asked, voice soft as you situated the lace over his eyes.

“What’s that?” he questioned back, and his breathing hitched when you tugged on the blindfold to tie it behind his head.

The knot immediately disappeared into his black tresses, and your heart hammered anxiously in your chest.

“This isn’t the only new set I bought.” you answered seductively before grazing your teeth against his ear.

Your boyfriend audibly groaned, and a rush of satisfaction flowed through you. It was quickly replaced by being overwhelmingly turned on as you stepped back from the bed to take in the sight in front of you. You were mesmerized by how unbelievably sexy Joshua looked. The delicate black lace matched perfectly with his hair. He licked his lips out of habit, and your eyes followed the movement of his tongue. That sinful tongue…

You watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, every part of you singing with nervous excitement.

“Fuck, Joshua.” you breathed out, “You look stunning like this, baby.”

You were surprised to see his face flush at your compliment, his rare shyness always so endearing to you.

"So pretty for me, Shua." you said sweetly as you approached the bed again, reaching out to cup his cheek.

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, and Joshua's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

"Fuck. You have to let me touch you, please." he voiced, a delicious hint of neediness in his tone.

In one swift movement you swung yourself up onto the bed to straddle his lap, Joshua letting out a grunt as you did so. You didn't even give him a moment to breathe before you were kissing him furiously, your hands immediately tugging and twisting at his midnight strands.

You felt his large hands greedily grabbing at your barely covered ass. Even blindfolded he still knew your body too well. But you knew his too, and right now you had the advantage. Which meant you knew how to get him fully hard just from some heavy making out.

You hungrily devoured his mouth, teeth nipping at his lips, and eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your boyfriend. A mix of pants and moans that had you quickly growing wet yourself. Joshua's fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he tried to encourage you to grind against him.

Your hips moved slowly over his crotch, the friction not nearly enough for either one of you to get off. Joshua thrusted up suddenly, and you pulled off his mouth with a surprised gasp.

"Naughty boy." you scolded him, cursing yourself for how breathless you sounded.

Your boyfriend's hands smoothed over your hips, "Wanna fuck you. Need to feel you, darling. Please. You're already so wet for me. Want you to ride my cock."

The offer was so tempting you wanted to scream. But-

"Sorry, baby. That's not how this works." you started as you reluctantly got off his lap and sat back on your haunches, "I'm still in charge here, and I want you to lay back for me "

Joshua huffed in indignation, but did what he was asked all the same. You smiled to yourself before leaning over him and letting your lips travel over the bare skin of his chest. Your teeth scraped against his collarbones, and a soft gasp escaped your boyfriend's mouth.

You trailed your way all the way down to his stomach, kissing and biting as you went. Joshua squirmed underneath you, and his hands grasped frantically at the sheets.

"Stop teasing. Shit." he groaned, and you nipped harshly at his hip in response.

"So needy, Shua. Have a little patience, baby."

Your mouth hovered over the top of his boxers, and you pulled the fabric down slightly. Joshua's dick twitched in response as your warm breath hit him. Instead of putting your mouth on him, though, you opted for running a line up his body with your tongue instead.

"Fucking hell," he hissed, "you're killing me."

"Always with the dramatics." you teased before slipping your fingers inside his waistband to tug his boxers all the way down.

You wasted no time before licking a stripe along the underside of his cock. Joshua growled, hands immediately making a grab for your hair to try to push you down on him, but you resisted.

"I'd think twice about that, baby. I will bite your dick." you warned, and you immediately felt his grip loosen.

"God…please. This is fucking torture." your boyfriend whined impatiently.

You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his tip, Joshua's nails scraping against your scalp. You wrapped your mouth around him and started to slowly sink down. He sighed out as you took him in deeper and deeper, his hands literally shaking in your hair as he fought the urge to take control.

You looked up at his face and moaned around his cock. The lace was still covering his eyes and his pretty lips were parted as he panted out.

Your desire to make him come was starting to outweigh your desire to play with him. You started bobbing your head up and down his length, and a string of curses sounded from above you. His hands furiously pulled at your hair, and it just spurred you on to go faster and take him deeper down your throat.

"Fuck, darling. Just like that. Your mouth always feels so perfect." Joshua praised, and you swallowed around him.

"I'm getting close. Are you gonna let me cum in your mouth? Have I been your good boy?"

His words had fresh arousal sliding down your thighs, but you would have to wait. All you wanted right now was to make your beautiful and incredible boyfriend fall apart.

You pulled off his cock with a pop and caught Joshua off guard with a searing kiss, making him taste himself on your tongue.

"Been so good for me, Shua. Want you to cum down my throat, baby." you rasped out before quickly returning to sucking him off with renewed fervor.

A broken moan slipped out as his hips bucked up against your mouth. You choked around him, and his cock twitched before releasing down your throat. You made sure to swallow it all down before taking a moment to try and catch your breath.

Joshua's chest heaved up and down as he came down from his high. But you weren't done with him yet. There was a hunger roaring inside of you and you needed to satiate your appetite. You didn't even warn your boyfriend before pulling your underwear to the side and sinking all the way down on him in one go.

"Fuck!" he cried out, and a moan escaped you at how well he always filled you.

You braced your hands on his chest and immediately started to bounce on his cock. Joshua's fingers clutched at your hips hard enough to leave a mark, "Can I take this fucking thing off now?"

"No… not yet." you panted out as you took him between your walls again and again.

"Yeah, no. Fuck that, sorry." Joshua snarled out, and you barely had time to react before he was pulling the blindfold from his eyes and maneuvering the two of you so that you were once again sitting upright in his lap.

His strong hands gripped your bra and he tore the fabric like it was paper, exposing your chest to him and making you scream in surprise. You felt his warm mouth on your nipple a moment later, and your head fell back at the sensation.

"Fuck, Shua." you moaned as each thrust from him knocked the air out of you.

He pulled your bud between his teeth and you whimpered, fingers finding their way back into his hair. Joshua speared you harshly on his cock as he sucked spots of color across your chest and neck.

You started to shake in his hold, knowing your orgasm was near. All that teasing had really worked him up.

He grunted in exertion from how rough he was fucking you, and all you could do was breathlessly whisper his name as you bounced in his lap.

"What's wrong, darling? Nothing else to say now that your good boy is fucking you stupid? That little taste of power didn't stop you from being cock dumb, now did it?" Joshua taunted you, and his words mixed with the foul smirk on his face had you clenching hard around him.

"Joshua…please. I…can't."

"Yeah? You wanna be a good girl and soak my cock?"

"Yes, fuck! I'm your good girl, Shua. Please!" you pleaded, your tremors growing more intense as your insides wound tighter and tighter.

If you weren't so desperate to come, you might've even been able to admire how smoothly he had taken control again. Not to mention how easily you had let yourself submit to him again.

"Come for me now. Wanna feel you, darling." he urged, and your orgasm was washing over you a moment later.

Joshua continued pounding into you, his own thrusts beginning to stutter slightly.

"I'll admit…that was a fun…little experiment. But nothing is better…than when you're my good girl, darling."

You smiled dazedly at him, and Joshua kissed you sweetly. You felt his cock twitch inside you, and then he was filling you up, chasing your mouth lazily as he painted your walls white.

You both sat there for several moments, just holding onto each other and trying to catch your breath.

"So," you said finally, "are you gonna let me boss you around more often, Joshy?"

Your boyfriend laughed softly, "Okay seriously, last time I'm letting you get away with that. But dominance was actually really sexy on you, so I won't rule out the possibility."

You beamed back at him proudly.

"You were a pretty sexy little sub yourself."

"Oh yeah, I was owning that shit." Joshua agreed, flashing you a cheeky wink, and earning a series of giggles from you.

"And hey, thanks for trusting me." you added quietly.

Joshua placed a kiss against your temple, "Always, darling."

#seventeen #joshua hong #seventeen smut #joshua smut #seventeen fic #joshua fic

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katyspersonal · 6 months

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your mutual friend group is terrifying and i love it

PFFFFTTTTtttTttTT I am glad to hear this, anon xD Honestly my random morbid cannibalism jokes is not even our final form, usually it goes more like:

nobody:

me, hyperexcited: GUYYYS GUYS I just realised something after playing BLORBOrne for 50th time, I am such a dumbass ahaha! Turns out that there is a very hard to see detail in the data of Boris (datamined by Russian hackers: ( x ))! The shade of his right eye is kinda white-ish which lines up with theme of losing eye color upon becoming a furry, so despite boasting about his grip he has been secretly reading furry pr0n comics more than he should have! (tagged: #blorborne #boris the cocksucker #blorborne observation #as usual I notice this kind of shit too late AAAAAAAAA #listen it is 5 AM don't @ me)

someone: Katy pls I don't even know who Boris IS 😭

me: What do you mean, he is an easy to miss summon in Horse-Plinked Village!!! By the way, there is a bunch of lore that can be concluded from his items that he never uses but they are in the game files, even though he doesn't have any dialogue!

someone: 😭😭😭

my friends FANDOMette, Wow and Chicken: *reblogging* (tagged: #this is sooooo interesting #really nice observation I never thought about that #I am NOT normal about this #blorborne #boris the cocksucker #nice to finally see more ideas about boris)

fareehaandtheitalians: Girl this is incredible I HAVE NO WORDS, I feel like I am gaining Insight points when I am reading your posts

Jara that reads like 'jara' and not like 'yara' lol: *reblogging* (tagged: #yeah nobody is really safe from corruption in this setting #just like in real life xd #no wonder that I like this game so much because it is just as hopeless as reality #xd #bloorborne)

Chicken: *reblogging from Jara that reads like 'jara'* *screenshot of the tags* GIRL ARE YOU OK 💀💀💀

me: *reblogging from Chicken* NO ONE WITH AT LEAST A BASIC AMOUNT OF BRAINCELLS CAN FEEL OK IT IS NO ONE'S FAULT THAT YOU THINK LIFE IS ANYTHING BUT FARM OF SUFFERING

me and Chicken: *start fighting in the reblogs with progressively ridiculous points about meaning of life and idiotic memes*

fareehaandtheitalians: *already started doodling a meme based on this, as if to immortalize it in a tapestry*

Boom: *reblogging the showdown at its final point when me and Chicken already obliterated one another into a bloody mess* (tagged: #ehehe #stay silly you two!)

other Elden Twink mutuals: *eat popcorn*

Comic: *reblogging* WHY CAN'T YOU TWO BE LEFT WITHOUT BEING WATCHED FOR EVEN ONE DAY?!

Jara that reads like 'jara': Lol I made everything become cursed again xd

Chicken: No, Jara (reads like 'jara'), it is not your fault! You see, none of this would have happened if SOMEONE finally admitted that they are simping for [insert a character that either has the worst haircut in the setting or is so generic-looking that it actually embarrasses me]

robertzombie: *reblogging* She WHAT? People in this fandom have the worst taste I swear

me: You see FRIEND, we will know who ACTUALLY has a bad "taste" when I try a meal out of certain "bird" if you see what I mean.....

Fandomette: KATY NO, DON'T EAT YOUR FRIENDS... You wanted to eat Mewmecolash or something stop 😭

me: WHY ABSOLUTELY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS SO DEADSET ON OUTING MY SECRETS FOR RANDOM PEOPLE TO READ?????? (tagged: #lmao as if anyone is going to read us after shit like this)

Chicken: THIS IS REVENGE FOR YOU MOCKING MY SON SURPHERROTH MWAHAHAHAHA

me: I AM ENDING THIS POINTLESS FIGHT HERE BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU PUNKS I HAVE SOME REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO *spends the rest of the day napping or watching cursed Elden Twink challenges letsplays*

Wow: *messaging me in Discord* Dammit what was THAT hahaha

me: Thank you for NOT having my back as usual, well, at least you are good for finishing a dumb post with lol

#LOL!!!!!!!!!!#i am glad!#ask replies #mutuals #no context #shitposting #lore council #okay sorry I won't do it again xddddd

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bluenightcomedies · 5 months

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uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐

(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!

💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft

❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)

❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond

#pinned post #pinned intro #plural artist #furry artist #system stuff

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lilyrizzy · 2 years

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“sorry just some insane hc’s about how in my head they have sex constantly lol and they both like, get off so much on like, daniel just coming up behind max in the kitchen to pull his sweats down and fuck him, max barely needing any prep bc they fuck so much” KILL ME!!! Ok this is sort of a prompt but pls feel free to ignore—I think this is literally soooo hot but I’m also like 👀 at taking it to another level where they do this even when they’re not on the best terms? Like in the middle of a days-long fight where they’ve barely said a word to each other (like about something silly like maybe max did something rly dangerous during a race and Daniel is upset bc he doesn’t know what he would do if max got hurt) but even still they need each other so much they fuck like that anyway,..maybe they go to bed mad at each other but Daniel can’t fall asleep bc his mind is racing so he wakes max up and just starts fucking him then let’s him go back to sleep….ok I’ll stop lol sorry :/

wow anon, your amazing brain. thoughts below the cut!

cw: free use, & ‘starting sex while one person is sleeping’ (i can never spell the fancy kink name for it lol sorry). also please please don't read if you think you won't like what those cw’s might mean

okay, so i can see this working especially if they have a 'free use' situation of max in place. and because they're both so horny for each other constantly, i think max is always free use, it's a 24/7 thing. they have their safe word or something that means they want to pause or stop or whatever, but other than that, max is daniel's for the taking.

(max definitley saw the title 'free use' in a porn vid or something they watched together and asked daniel 'what's that?' daniel explained, palms sweating bc he knew the moment max found out, he'd ask if they could do that, and daniel would be too weak for max to say no < side note lol, i think the porn they'd each watch alone vs together is such an interesting discussion point >)

and as you correctly stated, even when they're mad at each other they still need each other. so much. daniel made a dumb joke once, him in perth, max in monaco, that he was sleeping badly without max because he needed to be 'emptied,' before before bed and max just took that so seriously while simultaneously thinking it was the hottest thing ever and that it proved how well matched they were, bc he always slept better with daniels come inside him too :)

so going back to being mad, oops, yes, lets say max drove like an idiot and daniel is mad because its easier to let himself feel that than like, crushing fear, and this makes max get defensive and say shit he doesn't mean like, 'it is none of your buisness how i drive daniel, we are not on the same team anymore.' cue a lot of slammed doors and stony silence.

they've still not spoken and bed time is approaching. daniel is winding himself up by watching race highlights, and ofc its all about max's [insert dangerous race manouvere here, idk, i watch this sport for the fanfiction], and he's replaying the video over and over, while looping max's words over too in his head, 'none of your buisness,' and he thinks, you little shit, ill show you 'none of my buisness.' and is on his feet then to find max

who is brushing his teeth, meeting daniel's eyes in the mirror, and noticing theyre dark. thinks oh okay, good, lets sort this out, but says something bitchy onces he's spat out his toothpaste like, 'i thought you were sleeping on the sofa.' (fyi neither one of them has ever slept on the sofa, no matter how mad lol). then daniel is crossing the room, one hand curling around max's hip, the other on the back of his neck, pushing him down until his cheek is pressing against the bathroom counter. says something mean but kinda sexy like, 'i think you need reminding why i wanna keep you around enough to worry,' then like, pushes max’s pyjama bottoms down, swipes his fingers across max's hole, feeling he's still wet from the 'youre an idiot but i love you' sex they had right after the race and pushes two fingers in, 'who else is going to need it so bad they keep themselves open and ready for me, hmm?'

so then daniel fucks him, max’s hot pink face pressed against the cool tile, the slapping sound of daniel’s thrusts loud in the bathroom. max comes untouched when daniel calls him his ‘sl*t’ and says like, ‘what would i do if i didn’t have this tight little place to put my load each night?’ and then comes in him as if to prove a point but also to prove to himself that like, its okay. max can still take him bc max is still here.

sometimes thats enough. sometimes its not. lets say this time, max is being stubborn, because he knows this time he was actually in the wrong a little by being kinda mean to daniel back so he like, doubles down in his rightous anger. so daniel offers him a smile after, in the mirrow again, but max is ignoring him, just pulling his pyjama bottoms back up and shoving past him to get into bed.

and when they try to go to sleep like that, still pissed at each other, it just feels so wrong. daniel can't sleep for real now, not because of no sex, they had sex, but because he hates this. hates not talking, just looking at the hard line of max's back, where its usually the sweet curve of his tits he gets to see, max facing him, face smashed into the pillow as he snores.

so he’s whispering, ‘max?’ and not getting an answer. he doesnt know its bc max is stubborn or bc hes really asleep, but- but they’ve done this before so he knows its okay to push his pyjama bottoms down again, to groan a little seeing how max is shiny, sticky there. didnt clean himself up, didn’t let daniel do it with his tongue and daniel wants to fix that starts lapping at max softly until max is letting out little puffs of air, barely-there whimpers. then daniel is rubbing his dick along the crack of max’s ass, asking, ‘can i have you again, baby?‘ and max is pushing back against him which is answer enough.

this time, daniel holds him gently, spooned up right behind him, just grinding over his prostate until max is trembling, shaking in his arms so over stimulated. and right before max comes, he whines out, ‘i love you, i am sorry,’ and then daniel is coming too, into the warm clutch of max’s body and it’s okay again because max is here and safe and neither of them are mad anymore :)

#this is probably nothing like what you wanted and for that i appologise #i wanted to do kinktober so bad but brain is broken so this will have to do #though its not very sexy imo #max/daniel #fic #ask me things #thanks anon!#ps grammarly on my computer is broken so spelling error galore

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yaatrickyassification · 2 years

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okay okay this time I have funny dialogue(?) it's like reader saying they love ..... but saying wrong name and they're like bruh you must be drunk that's not my name (it can be reader actually drunk or just saying wrong name accidentally) for study group minhwan, hanwool and geonyeob pls(you can add characters!) please be fluff/good endings pls not too serious lol, thank you!! and love your work xx

Thank you for your request!

[ Minwhan Ma, Hanwool Phi, Geonyeob Park x Gn! Reader ] - Saying someone else's name while drunk.

Maybe drinking wasn't the best thing to do when you have just finished reading the novel you've been dying hard over, tears fell from your eyes, and your boyfriend watches on with a neutral expression on his face. The bottle of soju that was on the table was now in your hand as you took another swig of the bottle.

A sigh was heard from the man beside you before taking the bottle away from your hand and putting it far, far, away from your reach. Seeing the bottle of soju getting farther and farther away, a whine left your lips. "What are you even sad about?" He asks.

"It's just, you know the feeling when you're too attached to a novel and now you're crying your insides out because it just ended? LIKE." Another sob escapes you and your boyfriend watch on with a dumb look on his handsome features. "Sober up." He handed you a glass of water.

You peered over the glass of water, the crystal liquid reflects the light of the moon that was peering over the window. Another sob escapes you as it reminds you of your favorite character from the novel that you have just finished reading. "Huhuhu, Moondae-ah. I love you… Moondae-ah."

If it weren't for the alcohol flooding your veins and brain controls you would have noticed how the room's temperature lowered down and how your boyfriend seems too willing to kill someone right now.

Minwhan Ma:

Man's shock, who is this Moondae-ah? Hmm? Care to tell him? He's so shocked that he stared at your drunken mess of a figure for a minute before taking away the glass of water that he obediently and worriedly handed over to you.

How dare you drink the water that he oh so lovingly gave you when you're just going to spout nonsense? Especially a man's name. He'll smile at you so intimidatingly from the side and because of the alcohol blocking your brain censors you thought that it was his usual lovesick smile. Not.

"Care to tell me who this person is?" He stares at you menacingly before getting his phone out of his pocket and taking a picture of you, even though this situation was shitty and all, with the prospect that you MIGHT have been cheating on him. You still look cute and he needs another addition to his [y/n] folders.

He clicks on the voice record button to record this for future purposes (like finding the dude who has the guts to flirt with you when you're taken and for blackmailing purposes if you didn't cheat on him.)

"Why do you ask?" You hiccuped and tried to get to the water that was beside Minwhan with great difficulty, your limbs were heavy and the painful migraine coursing through your head was another one of your problems. Minwhan continued to smile before pulling the cup of water away from your reach causing another whine to leave your lips.

"I'm just interested." And lo and behold, Minwhan watches on as you animatedly talk about this 'Moondae' person with the most gleeful expression he had ever seen on your face, the glass of water forgotten as it cracks from under the force of his grip. The glass shards hurt his palm causing him to bleed.

"What's wrong with you, huh? Moondae this, Moondae that, then when the fuck will it be about me? Are you leaving me now? You? Don't think so. Because I will keep you here beside me, till death do us part."

You'll have to explain to him that the dude was a fictional character and you'll never replace Minwhan even if you wanted to live, that joke of yours gets him laughing but the deadly grip on your waist leaves you gulping.

Hanwool Phi:

Man's trying to calm himself down because what the fuck did you mean about that? Are you replacing him right now? You're cheating and he didn't even figure it out? Was he too blinded by love to not even notice even a little thing about it? Sure, he had his fair share of girls but he all dropped them in an instant when he found his relationship with you.

To think that you can't even commit yourself to a relationship with him has him feeling all iffy and disgusted all over, Hanwool's already calling his personnel to find information about this person. He still has hope that this person might have been a relative of yours and not the boyfriend you have been cheating him off.

He breathes in and out before shoving the contents of the glass of water down your throat, though he still tries to be gentle with him, wiping off the excess liquid that escapes the confines of your mouth or making sure to not drown or make you choke. Even though there's a possibility that you may be cheating, he still loves you and will still care for you with all of his darkened and rotten heart.

And as soon as his phone's notification was heard he whipped it out so fast to read the message that his personnel had given him and only to find nothing. No existing records were found. He raised a brow before peeking at your figure that was slumped on the wooden table.

If his personnel can't find anything, he's taking it into his own hands. He searched every social media outlet just to find out that this 'Moondae' person you were talking about was a fictional character. He peered up at you as he saw you trying hard to cover up your laughter.

"Ahem, you know that out of the thirty guys in line you're the one I love the most, Hanwool."

"Are you joking or are you saying you have thirty guys in mind?" The glare on his face shuts you up and encourages you to pull the man close and kiss him on the lips, lest you want to get out of the house safe and sound.

Geonyeob Park:

He looks at you as if you plucked the stars out of the sky and gave them to him personally, this man has put up with you for years. And he knows that you aren't that type of person right? Right?

He double-checked his notes about you inside of his head before nodding to himself and coming to a hypothesis that this person that you muttered about that you 'love' him was a fictional character in the novel that you have been reading.

Now, since he has come to a hypothesis. He's browsing through his mind on what novel it was, "was it Lookism? No, if it was that they would have been raving on and on about DG, Wmmap? If it is then they should be talking about Athanasia non-stop." He knows all of the novels that you have read with how many times you have sat him down and talked about them for hours.

Safe to say that he has a mental note about all of the novels that you have read and your favorite characters, and since he hasn't heard of that name before, he had concluded that this person was from a new novel that you have just read.

This person might have just been a fictional character but hearing you say you love him? Now, that's a big no, no. He sighs fondly and shakes his head to get rid of thoughts that dared bother him before putting his palms on each of your cheeks and pulling you closer towards him.

"Hey now, I thought I was the only one you love?" He asks you gently, though his tone may seem affectionate and loving, he was asking for reassurance. You only love me right? Was what you heard from his question.

You tilted your head to the side before giggling and pushing your hands in front of his face, your left hand was far above your right hand. "My left hand is you and he's the right hand, see? He's very low." Geonyeob shakes his head fondly.

"But I want to be the only one." You look at your right hand thoughtfully before showing an act of throwing your right hand away, "see, gone! Poof! Geonyeob's the only one left." A laugh escapes from Geonyeob's lips before pulling you closer to kiss you.

"You're lucky, I love you."

I'M SO SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A DEBUT OR DIE RANT

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